Hello I have a request for mydei phainon and wanderer if that's fine with you. Non-established relationship. Character discovers a notebook where reader keeps track of things the character likes, when their bday is, etc, but they notice that instead of their name, reader was written down "my love". They also discover plans to surprise them and/or gift them something. How would they react? What would they think? I am nonbinary by the way so please keep it GN, thank you
“For My Love: The Unwritten Confession”
Tags: Mydei x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Wanderer x Reader, Non-Established Relationship, Found Notebook, Accidental Confession, Soft Romantic Tension, Gift/Surprise Planning, Subtle Fluff, Observational Affection, Mutual-But-Unspoken Feelings, Protective Undertones, Mild Banter, Low-Angst.
Warnings: Brief Mention Of Past Violence, Brief Mention Of Loss, Light Emotional Vulnerability, Slight Embarrassment, Flustered Moments, Wanderer’s Part Includes Mild Teasing.
The training yard had long emptied, the echo of sparring steel replaced by the rustle of evening wind through the high walls of Okhema’s Palace inner keep. Mydei was never one for idle rest; after drills, he remained to polish his gauntlets, oil his blade, and ensure every strap, every plate, was battle-ready.
You had left your satchel on the bench nearest the archery stands — uncharacteristic of you, since you guarded your belongings as tightly as you guarded your plans. Mydei didn’t notice it until the torchlight caught the glint of a golden clasp, and his hand, without conscious thought, reached for it.
The clasp came free with a quiet snap. Inside: notes, sketches, little scraps of parchment in your handwriting. At first, he assumed it was strategy work — you’d often kept tallies of weather patterns, patrol routes, and logistical quirks of the city’s defenses.
But this wasn’t that.
He saw the page header first: “My Love — Notes to Remember”.
Mydei stilled. His eyes scanned the script, his warrior’s composure hiding the sudden shift in his chest.
Prefers pomegranate juice with goat’s milk and cheese — smile always a little less guarded when drinking it.
Anniversary of the Siege — avoid bringing up loss unless he mentions it first.
Hair braids: prefers left side to hang free, right side pulled tighter.
Armor maintenance: uses brass oil blend, not standard iron oil — says it ‘smells like home’.
The pages went on — not tactical intelligence, but him. The subtle, unspoken details most would overlook.
And then, between careful sketches of his gauntlets and the crimson markings on his arms, a folded parchment:
A plan for the upcoming Chrysos Heirs feast. You’d listed every step, from securing rare Kremnoan spiced bread to arranging an evening where the two of you might “watch the city lights from the west wall, uninterrupted.”
For a man who had walked away from thrones, from banners, from the weight of a crown — for someone who lived ready to die before dawn — this felt heavier than any prophecy.
The name Mydei never appeared. Only My Love. Over and over.
He closed the notebook slowly, his hands steady even as something in him wavered. Mydei was not prone to indulgence in dreams — they were luxuries that could fracture resolve. But this? This was not a dream. This was proof that someone had seen him, truly seen him, without the armor of titles or the shadow of legend.
When you returned, breathless from fetching your quiver from the armory, his gaze met yours — piercing, assessing, yet softened in ways you couldn’t place.
“You keep… detailed records,” he said, holding the satchel out to you.
Your heart stuttered when you realized what he’d seen. “I—It’s not—”
“Don’t,” he interrupted gently, voice low but firm. “Do not apologize.”
You searched his face for mockery or judgment, but found neither. Only a warrior who had spent lifetimes at the edge of death, now holding something infinitely more fragile than his own life.
“My love,” he said, tasting the words as though they were foreign yet familiar. “A dangerous thing to call someone like me.”
Your reply caught in your throat, but he shook his head — not to silence you, but to give himself a moment.
“If the tide takes me tomorrow,” he said finally, “I will go knowing that someone thought of me as more than the Last Prince. That is… worth more than you know.”
And though he handed back the satchel, you could feel the weight of the promise in his gaze — a silent vow that he would meet that planned evening on the wall, even if the world was ending.
It was late in Okhema’s chambers (inside the bathhouse), the warm scent of oil lamps mixing with parchment and dust. You’d left your satchel under the reading table, promising to return after fetching tea for the two of you.
Phainon stayed, leafing through old campaign maps. But when his boot nudged the satchel, the soft clink of trinkets inside drew his curiosity.
He hesitated — a man of respect, not prone to prying — but a folded notebook had slid halfway out, and the words on the cover caught his eye.
For My Love.
He almost smiled, assuming it was some poetic title for a story you were drafting. But when he flipped it open, it wasn’t fiction.
Blue flowers over white — noticed you always linger near them.
Prefers tea over wine — unless it’s feast day, then both.
Hums softly when fixing weapons; pitch sharpens when focused.
Date: early winter or summer? — birthday? Needs confirmation before asking directly.
The list went on — tiny observations of him, all written in a tone of quiet affection.
Then came the sketches: his coat, the embroidery on his sleeve, even the sun-emblazoned armguard he wore. And in the margins, notes about commissioning a gift: “Custom-engraved scabbard — to carry light into battle.”
Phainon’s heart ached in a way it hadn’t in years. It was the kind of ache that came not from loss, but from recognition. To see himself reflected here — not the Vanguard, not the Deliverer, but simply Khaslana or Phainon as you saw him — made him feel almost weightless.
He turned the page and saw plans for the upcoming festival: arranging a moment to guide him to the river’s edge at sunset, to present the gift. “If I can make him smile without hiding anything… worth all the trouble.”
When you returned, balancing two steaming mugs, he had already closed the book, placing it atop the satchel.
“You’ve been… busy,” he said with that half-smile of his, equal parts teasing and sincere.
Your eyes darted to the notebook, panic rising. “That’s not— I mean, it’s—”
“Thoughtful,” he finished for you. “And more than I deserve.”
“You deserve—” you began, but he raised a hand, not to stop you, but to steady himself.
“I’ve been called a hero in so many tongues,” he said softly, “but this… this is the first time I’ve been called ‘my love’ without expectation, without prophecy attached.”
The way he said it made your chest tighten — not in embarrassment, but in understanding.
“I hope,” he continued, voice warm, “you still plan to give me this gift. I’d like to be surprised.”
And then, as he took one of the mugs, he added, “Though, for the record, you already have.”
You’d left your bag unattended for all of five minutes while fetching replacement ink from the market stall. It was your mistake — Wanderer didn’t do unattended things.
He sat cross-legged by the window when he noticed it, the corner of a small, worn notebook peeking out. Normally, he’d scoff and leave it — but boredom and suspicion were a dangerous mix.
The first page stopped him.
For My Love.
His brow furrowed. It was absurdly sentimental — the sort of thing he’d mock without hesitation. And yet…
Flipping through, his sharp eyes caught the lists:
Prefers dango to most sweets, but will pretend otherwise if someone notices.
Gets restless if not given something to do with his hands.
Pauses mid-sentence when remembering something — usually unpleasant.
He skimmed further, irritation creeping in — not at the accuracy, but at the audacity of writing him down like some specimen.
Then, in the middle, a plan. For him.
A detailed outline of finding a rare violet paper parasol, supposedly matching the shade of a flower he’d once lingered near in silence. Arrangements for giving it to him without anyone else seeing.
No name for him in the notebook. Only My Love.
His lips pressed into a thin line. Sentimentality, yes — but also… care. Too much care.
When you returned, he was still holding it, gaze unreadable.
“You really think you can just… write me down like this?” he asked, tone deceptively casual.
Your stomach dropped. “You read it?”
“Obviously.” He flipped it closed and held it up. “What is this? Some kind of… emotional ledger?”
“It’s just—” you started, but he cut in.
“You call me ‘my love’ in here.”
Silence.
He leaned back, watching you squirm. “Bold. Stupid. But bold.”
You braced for ridicule, but instead, he set the notebook beside him and rested his chin on his hand. “You really went to this much trouble? For me?”
“…Yes,” you admitted quietly.
A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at his lips. “Hmph. Guess I’ll allow it. For now.”
Then, softer — so soft you almost missed it — he added, “Don’t mess up your little plan. I want to see if it’s as good as you think it’ll be.”
And just like that, he stood, tucking the notebook back into your bag. No thanks, no grand confession — just the faintest trace of color on his cheeks as he stepped past you.
Mmm, Ok, right, yeah. I know. The large majority of what I read is low to no angst, I know. Which doesn't necessarily mean without tension or conflict, by the way. This list might as well have been called Just another human AU list because I wanted to make one. What can I say, I want our Ineffables happy.
One-shots:
The Poster, by Luinlothana. Rated T, 2k. P. Oct 25.
Aziraphale finds a flyer taped on the window of his bookshop, if you can believe it! Lovely meet-cute human AU where they both get more than what they bargained for! Great humour and characterisation!
A Glass Half Full, by thinkinginscripts. Rated T, 3k. P. Oct 25.
This is a compelling meet-cute human AU that will have you hooked from the first line! Fantastic humour, Aziraphale has a bit of his bastardry on display and Crowley is instantly smitten, what more can you ask for? Credible and funny side characters, you say? Well, good because this fiction has got those too! All the warm feelings, highly recommend it!
My own On A Date With Tom, rated T, 7k. P. Oct 25.
Lighthearted meet-cute human AU, full of banter, chaos and bickerflirting. Aziraphale takes it as a personal offence that the gorgeous red haired man who’s walking towards him is not, in fact, his date Tom.
Guardian Angel: The Hot Line, by ItsScottiesStark. Rated T, 10k. P. May 25.
The vibes of this story are exactly what I’m after when reading fanfiction. That warm, cosy feeling that you’re cared for, that nothing bad can happen to you while you’re lost in the fic, that someone will wrap you up in a warm blanket and your hot chocolate will never get cold. Strangers to lovers human AU where Crowley wants to prank the operator of a sex line, but ends up calling a help line for queer people. No angst, all smiles and warm fuzzies. No fear, only happiness. I loved this so, so much!
All Bentleys, Great And Small, by joyAndOtherStories. Rated G, 1,2k. P. May 21.
This human AU will put a huge smile on your face! Fluffy, adorable, heartwarming: I just want to hug this fic! Aziraphale is the owner of a pet supplies shop; Crowley finds a puppy and is in need of help and advice. I highly recommend it!
Cherry Inferno, by badwolfgirlicouldkissyou. Rated T, 4k. P. Sep 25
Delightful and funny strangers to lovers human AU. Crowley parks his ice cream van in front of Aziraphale’s bookshop. Flirt-bickering ensues. Great humour and creative banter. I loved Aziraphale’s inner thoughts!
Read Between The Lines, by MissUnderstoodLyrics. Rated E, 5k. P. Feb 24.
I loved, loved, loved this friends to lovers human AU! Crowley and Aziraphale work at the same webzine, are friends and are secretly pining for each other. Just the right amount of miscommunication and very low angst, this story is so sweet and heartwarming!
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There's No Algorithm For The Ineffable, by Thinkinginscripts. Rated T, 12k. P. Sep 24.
Aziraphale runs a matchmaking agency for queer professionals, and he's very successful at his job. Crowley has come to accept that he might need help to find a lifelong partner; unfortunately there seems to be something quite wrong with all three candidates Aziraphale introduces him to. Zero angst, this fic is heartwarming and adorable.
Growing On Me, by Hermiola. Rated M, 120k. P. Jan 25.
I subscribed to this fic when it first came out and had been wanting to read it since then.
I'm SO glad I finally got to it! (Thank you Good Omens Fic Club on Discord!)
I loved it.
Enemies to lovers, forced proximity human AU. Crowley is a rockstar in need of a lyricist. Enter erotica writer Aziraphale.
The humour throughout the story was a treat and more than once I got looks from my fellow commuters because I was giggling or snorting laughter.
Crowley and Aziraphale's slow journey into introspection was very sweet to witness.
I'm always partial to fictions that feature the Them and Warlock, and their characterisation here was spot on and really entertaining; I will love Hermiola's Warlock for life!
This story was captivating, entertaining, sexy, incredibly funny, and made me want to read more whenever I had to put it down. Virtually no angst. A new classic!
To Catch A Ghost, by anatomicgirl. Rated T, 17k. P. Feb 25.
Such an intriguing ghost story! Spooky and sweet in equal measure. Human AU in which friends Aziraphale and Crowley are vloggers dealing with paranormal phenomena. On their way to Tadfield they find themselves stuck alone in a cottage belonging to an old lady and her niece. Even skeptic Crowley has to eventually concede that the cottage is haunted. Obliviousness in action, this fic was lovely!
Friends Don't, by MissUnderstoodLyrics. Rated E, 33k. P. Dec 24.
Honestly, I can’t even begin to tell you how much I loved this story. In my comment on the last chapter I said that it was like an unexpected day off at work: precious, exciting, comfortable, you know it will be over all too soon but it’s one of those gifts that make life happier. In this enemies (meh!) to friends (ha!) to lovers (yay!) Crowley and Aziraphale work as advice columnists for two rival newspapers in Tadfield. The newspapers are bought by the same media company and our two heroes find themselves co-hosting a podcast. How will they cope? Oh, they’ll cope very well indeed, let me tell you. This fiction is uplifting and funny, the banter is clever without ever feeling like they are overdoing it, and the Ineffables react to their feelings in an insecure, fragile, but all too relatable -and fairly realistic- way. It never feels like the writer is pushing it. It became instantly one of my all time favourites.
Postcards From Paris, by ghostrat. Rated G, 12k. P. Oct. 23.
I very seldom reread whole fictions, but I'm so glad I reread this one! (Thank you and shoutout to the Good Omens Fanfiction Club Community on Tumblr!)
Human AU. Crowley has recently moved to a new flat and he receives postcards meant for the previous owner.
Ghostrat managed to tell us the building of a lovely bond only through short messages.
I love Crowley's quiet and relatable vulnerability in this story, and I absolutely love Aziraphale’s mask of confidence shining through Crowley's POV.
The gentle jokes, teasing and feelings: all felt very well balanced, but not less emotional because of it. A classic.
Caramel Delight, by AJ_Constantine, rated E, 16k. P .Aug 23.
Lovely neighbours to lovers human AU. Crowley is instantly attracted to the new neighbour and his -oh, lord- forearms (and, I mean, who wouldn't?). But he's determined not to make things awkward, they are just friendly neighbours. That's why Aziraphale keeps knocking on his door for more of that caramel sauce Crowley makes so well. One of the tags in this fiction is: Aziraphale is bad at flirting. I very much beg to differ.
Accidentally In Love, by SpyGlassez. Rated T, 196k. P. Sep 25.
Sweet and delicate human AU. The slowest burn ever! Strangers to friends to lovers, featuring ace Aziraphale and demiromantic Crowley. Aziraphale suffers from long COVID and is rather lonely. Under the advice of his only online friend he puts an ad in a magazine to try and make new friends. This is a lovely story of ordinary life and of love in many of its forms: the falling in love and the romantic pull, but also the quiet, undemanding love of being there for your partner, whether you are officially a couple or not; a story about the strength of friendship and about found and chosen family; a story of self love and self discovery. Great fiction!
So whats been going on in the tiktok space is a NFL players wife attacked a content creator because the content creator didn’t like her wedding dress.
This is what would happen if an NFL player and his wife attacked you on social media because you nicely stated that you didn’t like her Met Gala look.
Simon is also a content creator but his niche is building things from wood , like furniture and just films it.
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Reilly/Reader
“She’s not even on theme which is worse because the dress is cute '' , you pause and point up a photo of the WAG you are critiquing.
“I know she didn’t pick this outfit since she is being sponsored by Coach but when they ask her the theme, she laughed and then walked off”, you shake your head and roll your eyes just to show your audience that you are annoyed with that.
You finish filming the video , edit it , and then post it. Once you post it you try to get away from your phone because you will obsess with the statistics of the post which is good for no one. You go down to the garage to bother your boyfriend. You poke your head through the door, “Are you filming?”.
He looks up from sanding the piece of wood, “Yes, but I don’t care”. You skip over to him and give him a hug and a kiss. You and Simon are totally different people , opposites. You like to go out and try new things and he likes to stay at home and would rather eat the same thing for dinner everyday. That’s how you met , you have to go to the grocery store everyday because you can never do a month of grocery shopping even if you wanted to. Simon only goes to the grocery store once a week, on Tuesday, it took you a couple of weeks to get his routine and once you did. You made it your business to run into him and make sure he knows who you are.
You really didn’t need to because he follows you on social media , he doesn’t even like fashion but your voice is so soothing and calming that he doesn’t even care what you talk about.
“I just posted a video , you should like and comment” You say shooting your eyebrows up, he always likes your videos and comments and repost them, you love that he supports you unconditionally.
He looks down at the phone, his lips pursed, and forehead creases. Something is wrong. You look at his phone over his shoulder and see the comment from the wife that you made a critic on.
>>What an evil person you are, I hope that no one ever talks about you ever in that way. I loved this dress and even if it wasn’t on theme.
And then you see that her husband commented on the video with the same thing she said. Literally word for word.
Oh god , oh god. The video already has 50,000 views after only 10 minutes. People are agreeing with her and saying that you attacked her, which you don’t think that you did , all you said was that it didn’t go on theme. Like, how does that mean your evil. That doesn’t even make sense.
You look over to Simon , your eyes widening motion your hands in a what the fuck motion.
“What do I do ?”, your frantic and maybe getting closer to having a full blown breakdown. “Oh go- , oh go-, I think I’m going to throw up”, you start pacing back and forth. You didn’t think that it was a big deal , for god sake you only have 11.1k followers, you just started to be able to monetize your videos. Oh god, you're going to lose followers, your income all because a stupid video. You of course are going to have to delete the video which sucks because you worked hard on that video.
Hands grab your shoulders and stop you in your tracks, “Calm down”, he gives you a quick peck which kind of shocks you out of the breakdown you are having.
“This will blow over , you know how the internet is”, you nod your head even though you don’t feel like it will.He is rubbing his hands up and down arms , trying to get you to calm down, “Let's take a break from the internet for tonight, let's make dinner together and drink some your favorite wine, how does that feel”, that does sound nice a little break would be good and when you wake up in the morning it will be fine.
~
Everything was not fine, the video has 1.1 million views and 20,000 comments , you don’t even know where to start. You're overwhelmed and when you're overwhelmed you cry. And you did not want to be the person that cries about social media but here you are crying about social media.
Simon is trying to make you feel better, he made you breakfast and then you guys went on the lake. You know he's trying to distract you but it's not working. You just want to delete the video but Simon won’t let you, in fact he thinks the video is great, doesn’t help that he loves the way you talk and doesn’t know a lick of what a Met Gala is. What he doesn’t appreciate is how people are talking about his wife, in fact it's pissing him off that this jock had the balls to comment that unironically on his wife’s video that she worked so hard for. He thinks of a solution when you're taking a nap because you’ve been crying all day.
When you wake up from the nap and take a look at your phone, you are surprised to see that the comments have turned positive and have nothing to do with the video in question.
>>Ugh to have a man like that , I would never leave the house.
>>Omg they are so goals
>>I didn’t even know that they were together, and I can’t believe the furniture man is married.
You click on the video that you are tagged in and you see Simon sitting in the garage with all his tools in the background. He threatens the NFL player not with a lawsuit but bodily harm on the internet , which you hate to admit is doing it for you. He talks about how if your wife can’t take criticism then she needs to get off the internet. He ends the video, “Don’t make me have to talk in videos again, or you won’t like”. It’s probably the hottest thing you've ever witnessed or seen or heard. Your husband defending your honor on the internet where anyone could see, you store that in the back of your mind for some material because it is definitely doing it for you.
You find Simon in the kitchen , eating a sandwich , like everything is normal.
You go up and hug him from behind, “You didn’t have to do that”.
“Yes, I did”.
“Thank you”, you whisper quietly, you don’t know what you were going to do if things didn’t fizz out, you hate being the center of attention and god forbid you were about to cancelled.
“Get in the bedroom” you pull him from the seat.
“I’m going to suck the life out of you”, you spank his butt as he walk to the bedroom.
Here are my top 10 picks for BLs that satisfy a cute criteria. Which is to say, mostly up beat and happy with very little angst. No violence or triggers. Just oodles of adorable softness and comfort. (No one who knows BL will be shocked to see stuff from Korea on this list as this is currently their speciality, although all the ones from Japan might surprise you.)
Cherry Magic (Japan - indie subbed) AKA 30-sai made Dotei Da to Mahotsukai ni Nareru rashii - the sweetest, fluffiest, most charming bit of office-set adorable ever, full of found family and slapstick, the characters are utter spazzes, but so cute about it. All angst is self confidence based, nothing really distressing ever happens.
Restart After Come Back Home AKA Risutato wa tadaima no ato de (Japan - indie subbed) - this one is perfect if you just want a beautiful loving movie, and one that is well filmed and lyrical. The only drama is family conflict of the silent grumpy kind - will baby take over Dad’s furniture business or not? OH THE PERIL of it all. (sense my sarcasm, okay? there is NO peril)
Seven Days (Japan - grey in 2 parts Seven Days: Monday - Thursday, Seven Days: Friday - Sunday) - one of the best live action yaoi mangas ever made. The leads have excellent chemistry although it’s low heat, there’s still more kisses than Cherry Magic. Popular first year Seiryo has a policy of going out with any girl who asks… for one week. On a lark, third year Yuzuru tests to see if that policy also applies to boys. Seiryo agrees that it does. Along the way they accidentally fall in love. All the angst is just teen confusion.
To My Star (Korea - Viki) - is a touch quirky, but utterly appealing once it hits its stride. It’s the ultimate grumpy/sunshine pairing plus the most appealing light-filled kitchen of our dreams. Famous actor (adorable bundle of neurosis) takes refuge in the house of a reserved chef and is immediately smitten by Mr Tall Dark & Glowering. The chef is also smitten but refuses to admit it to himself or anyone else. What angst is there is so confusing and low grade it hardly matters.
Wish You (Korea - Netflix or Viki, you want the movie version) AKA WISH YOU: Your Melody in My Heart - low stakes high pining romance about a pianist who falls in love with a busker who is on his way to being the next big idol. It’s about singing but this drama is very quiet.
Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea - grey) - Cinderfella in drag. Boy assumes his sister’s identity and marries another boy, together they have to hide this from the in laws. Unbelievably soft and very 12th Night esk. Too absurd to trigger anything and there is no angst, just a bit of family conflict wicked step-sister style.
HIStory 2: Crossing the Line (Taiwan - Viki) - super low stakes sweetest story of the bad boy who falls hard for the senior on the volleyball team and then works to earn his love. You know it’s Taiwan so the kisses are great but in this case it also ends well. Only trigger is that the side couple is the stepbrothers trope, and some don’t like that.
Oxygen (Thailand - YouTube) - softest seme in the universe sings his affection to the older boy at the cafe. Let the slow burn courting commence. There is a tiny bit of angst at the end, and one storyline is naff (the doctors) but this is high production Thai softness so I forgive it.
2gether & Still 2gether (Thailand - YouTube) - this show is ABSURD. But if you can suspend your disbelief and get through the first few episodes it is delightful to watch Sarawat pine after Tine and the levels to which Tine will go to remain willfully oblivious. Is that angst? Not really, just ridiculous.
You Are Ma Boy (Vietnam - YouTube) - is there angst? Nope even what could have been angst (a gay idol) doesn’t materialize, it’s just cuties in a cafe confusing each other with cat & mouse games. The side het couple is a touch disturbing, tho.
Newer offerings that might also satisfy:
Semantic Error
Cherry Blossoms After Winter
Love Stage!! (Thai version)
Rainbow Prince (for Disney fans)
See You After Quarantine?
Kieta Hatsukoi AKA My Love Mix Up
Honorable mention:
En of Love: Tossera (Thailand - YouTube) - younger boy wants to court older boy and does and... that’s it. No really that’s the WHOLE STORY. There is actually no angst, drama, or, indeed plot. But are they the softest bois ever to BL as a main couple? Yes they are. ( @heretherebedork would be most put out if they were not in this post) They don’t make the top ten because really there just isn’t any story here.
Ingredients (Thailand - YouTube) - if all you want is two soft boys being domestic, cooking together, cuddling on the couch, cat sitting, and babysitting - just put this on and be cozy. Doesn’t make the top 10 because it ends with the main characters parting (promising to reunite) so be wary of that. I still find it a very comforting watch.
Step For You (Korea - YouTube) - microfilm from Strongberry about a reporter from the student newspaper who has to interview an older dancer and falls in love with him. 30 minutes of fluffy and time well spent, but it’s too short to make top 10.
Stupid Boys Stupid Love (Vietnam - YouTube) - 3 couples, BL, GL, and het in high school navigating friends to lovers. Very soft friendships, no angst, just teens, hormones, and HEAs for everyone. Would make the top 10 but it’s very scattered and low quality, cute tho, and so nice to see some good GL in the mix.
What Did You Eat Yesterday? (Japan - grey) - middle-aged gay couple who live together, one of whom loves to cook and the other who loves to eat. That’s it. That’s all that happens. There’s a bit of a coming out segment but it’s so low key. It doesn’t make the main list because I don’t see how it qualifies as BL under any criteria. But it’s very comforting and very gay.
No one should be shocked that there is so little from China or Taiwan on this list as both of them specialize in high angst plots in their BL.
Similarly I have a Top 10 Most Romantic BLs for Valentine’s Day post.
This post originally requested by @jmphria June 2021. So more might have happened since.
I just found you. I feel like I did and went to heaven. I've been needing low angst fic, with straight pairings and good smut. Thank you, now I must tell everyone I know. Such gems. Ugh. Dying in my coffee.
omg thank you! no one has ever described finding my blog as going to heaven before. I love it! thank you so so much 💕 please don’t drown in your coffee haha!
this is my first time writing smut , so please don't be mean
John is readers best friend’s dad
You know this is a bad idea, but you're a little drunk and a lot of horny and one definitely outweighs the other. You're going to do it, not sure how but you have a half baked plan and you swear that he's been reciprocating the looks so what the hell. Full send.
You wait until you hear the creak of someone going downstairs and since you know your best friend's mom is out of town it has to be her dad. Now is your time , your only shot of getting this right. You make sure your breath is okay , not too fresh so it feels organic. Your shirt is rumpled but your chest is not your asset , it’s your ass that’s going to get you the guy at least that what your bestfriend says. That’s the reason you are doing this , you’ve only been with 2 guys and you had to finish yourself off after you had to sex with both of them. Multiple times, it was embarrassing and then you started thinking what if you were the problem. The only way to find out is with someone with experience, someone you know can satisfy a woman and that would John Price.
You creep down the stairs trying to locate him in the kitchen before you get down there but all you see is the open sliding door to the patio, he must be smoking a cigar. You get yourself a glass of water and head out there.
“Mr.Price”, you poke your head out the door, “Can I join you?”
“Yes , and I’be told you call me John”
“Okay…John”, you say it with a little more emphasis but also flirty at least that's what you try to do.
You sit down on the seat opposite to him and shiver, it’s a bit colder out here than you thought.
“You cold?” ,He stands up , goes to chest and gets a blanket and then wraps you in, making you shiver some more.
“Oh no, I mean I guess yeah.what about you.are you cold?” , you're blowing this , you don’t know who you thought you were thinking that you could pull this off but you can’t, you start to stand , shaking your head , already admitting to the life of a failed organism and masturbating after sex.
“Wait, come sit with me. We can share the blanket”, you can’t really see John’s face, only the light coming from the end of the cigar but you turn and start to head over. Your butt almost in the chair next to him when he shifts the chair ,”Not there”, and then he motions towards his lap. Oh, oh. You sit down carefully, almost to the edge of his knees. You wanted to seduce him but you gave yourself a twenty percent chance that it would work, so you're not really prepared for this to be happening.
He puts his arm around your waist and hauls you until your back is to his chest and keeps his arm there.
“You want a taste”.
“I don’t know how to do it”.
He chuckles ,turns you until you are facing him. then takes a long drag , moves his hand from your waist and cups your face. He moves his face closer to yours, so close you think you can see all features on this dark night. Squeezing your checks so that your mouth opens and exhales. Cigar smoke comes out , it smells like leather and old library books.
“Inhale”, he demands. You do , you feel a buzz and then your muscles relax and sink into his chest.
“I know what you're doing sweet girl”, you blush and hope he doesn’t.
“What do you mean”
“I’ve seen you watch me, and honey, I’ve been watching you too”. It sends heat down your whole body and starts to get butterflies in your stomach.
“Yeah”, because your brain is no longer shooting on all cylinders and that’s all you can think to say.
He moves his mouth to your ear, “Yeah,baby”, you whimper, you can feel his hot breath on your ear and then sticks his tongue out and licks and you turn into mush.
You groan as he starts open mouth kissing you on your neck. He moves his hand toward your clothed pussy and cups it. You moan. Loud.
“Shhhh, baby. You don’t want to wake anyone up”, you nod your head and bite your lip as if that will stop you from moaning. You have never felt this turned on before and your body is not able to regulate. And darn not you kinda don’t want to.
He starts manhandling your breast, most of the time that doesn’t do anything for you but you are so horny , so pent up, so turned on that you are grinding your pussy into his hand. He hasn’t even touched your skin your about to bust.
“You like that baby”, you nod your head and then he’s kissing you. Wet kisses. Open mouth. Your tongue is in his mouth flicking back and forth and it should be disgusting but this is the hottest thing you’ve done. You feel warm all over , your palms are sweaty and you can feel the blood rushing through your veins. He starts to shift and you whine, “Hold on honey , not going anyway. Just want to move to the couch, okay”, you agree with a whimper and then he’s picking you up and moving to the couch, he lowers you hastily and then his mouth is on your again, groaning and growling like he can’t get enough of you.
Your hips keep thrusting up only making contact with the air so you wrap your legs around his hip and pull. Finally you get some contact and he groans and you let out an open mouth sigh. You start to grind against his clothed pelvis and it feels so good.
You tug on his shirt, “Off , off”, your chanting ,your desperate for some skin to skin. There is nothing sexy about what happens next but the clothes need to come off, it’s hazy but you're both naked the next time you guys connect and he starts kissing down your body. He pays special attention to your nipples, opens mouth kisses and then blows on them with cold air to get them more sensitive , you shudder.
“Feel good baby”, he ask.
“Soo good”.
He makes his way down your body and to your pussy. You're embarrassed to say but you did shave just in case something did happen and you are so happy you did.
“All mine?”, he says as he rubs your clit.
“Mmm yeah”, you can’t really think and he’s asking too many questions. He kisses your inner thighs first. This has you already squirming unable to sit still.
“Settle.”, he demands. You take a breath to calm down and clinch the cloth of the couch to expel the energy you have.He puts his hands on your lower stomach, to stop you from moving and pushes down. The first comes quickly and unexpectedly, you moan so loud you're not sure how your friend is not awake.
“If you can’t be quiet we are going to have to stop, do you want that?”
“No”, you whisper.
He brings his attention back to your pussy and he’s circling his tongue on your clit.You're not going to last. No one has ever made you feel this good being ate out. They always went too low and it just felt like something was poking you. John feels like your rose toy but ten times better. You can see his hip moving up and down, which makes you more wet. He likes eating you out, he's enjoying it.
You grab his face and start to thrust up, you can’t help it feel so good. You turn your face to the couch and moan into it.
He flicks his tongue and then sucks on your clit and alternates between those two moves.
Your breathing quickens, “I’m close, oh fuck, oh fuck, o-“, you mouth opens in a silent scream as your orgasim takes over it feels like a rubber band just snapped on your body , but your legs are locked around John’s head and hands don’t know how to keep still. John is rubbing your clit and extending the high of it,which makes it last longer and harder than what you’ve ever done before.
He moves back your body , you see that he has your fluids all over his lowering face and his chin is shiny. You look away, “sorry”, you whisper.
“About what”
You point to his face, “all of that”.
He lets out a small laugh,“Baby, if I didn’t want it I wouldn’t have do it”
Then he ask, “How are you doing?”, and tears well up in your eyes. You're getting aftercare, you never received it , in fact you thought it was for online and people deep into BDSM. But here you are getting it. He uses his shirt to clean you, and gives both of you breast a tiny kiss on each.
“I’m fine”, then you start to move toward his cock and he grabs your hands, kisses them and motions toward his clothes.
“Lets get you dresed”
“Wait…what about you?”, you look up at him from the couch.
“I don’t need anything, c’mhere”, you stand up and move closer to him and then he’s kissing you again. His mouth is enveloping yours , you wrap your arms around his neck and his hand goes towards your ass and clenches. Your stomach tightness and you can feel your heart pumping in your chest and then you separate,”You know this can’t happen again?”, he whispers it across your lips and it takes you a second to grasp what he is saying.
“What”, you say dumbly , still thinking about this kiss.
“This can’t happen again, I have a wife, you're my kids best friend”, he’s shaking his head.He looks into your eyes and all you see is regret and then life comes at you fast.
You let out a small,oh, and start to put your clothes on. Hes talking to you, trying to explain himself, let you down gently, but all you hear is rushing in your ears stupid,stupid,
Stupid girl, what did you think was going to happen? He was going to leave his wife and your best friend would be okay with you sleeping with her dad.
“That makes sense , I understand”, and you do, you're sad but you understand.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t return the favor”, you say as you start to head up the stairs, your cum is starting to run down your leg and make everything sticky. You turn as you get to the landing and see him staring at you, and you give him a small smile.
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