#hehehe *pinches his cheeks*

[misthiosss]

Arthur but make it fancy

[angeltism]

ellis went "yay!" omfg. he's too cute?? what??? stop that I barely know you tch

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Twisted

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

genre: fluff, smut, thriller

wc: 6.6k

synopsis: felix and you live a normal, happy life as a couple. until you start noticing little things that make no sense. felix calls you silly for thinking anything could ever be wrong in your perfect little world. is he being honest or harboring a bigger secret?

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, oral(f), two plot twists!!, dark ending!

a/n: i can't really put all of the warnings here bcs i would spoil the plot twist but i hope you enjoy this one hehehe🤭🫶🏻

divider by: @cafekitsune

~masterlist

There is nothing more beautiful than waking up next to the person you love.

Traces of last night's loving and passionate activities linger in the air all around you as your limbs are entwined with his, not knowing where you begin and where he ends; almost like you've merged into one person.

You stir a little, the warmness of his naked body pressed against yours makes your heart dance inside your chest and your core throb with the everlasting craving you have for Felix.

Your eyes flutter open and you look at him, his hair a royal mess, the strands falling over his forehead and into his eyes, where his eyelashes kiss his freckled skin, his plump lips slightly parted as he cutely drools on the pillow.

You chuckle a little and that stirs him up, he smacks his lips together as you lay on your tummy, facing him, his leg thrown over you.

Felix cracks one eye open and smiles instantly, his fingertips dancing on your back, all along your spine.

"Morning, sweets." his voice is even deeper when he wakes up, but still dripping with honey.

"Morning, love." you whisper and his smile widens, making him look even cuter to you so you lean in and press your lips to his forehead.

Your hand caresses his hair out of the way as your lips repeatedly collide with his skin, kissing his eyebrows, eyelids, nose, all of his starry freckles.

Felix giggles at the onslaught of love, giddy as his arm curls around your waist, bringing you even closer to him.

You enjoy the quiet moment before you have to get up and start your day, face the real world.

As your hands gently caress each other's skin, both of you become hungry for more, hungry to become one like you did last night, more than once.

Felix's breaths are shaky as he ruts his middle against your thigh, his hot leaky cock dragging against your plushy flesh.

You moan quietly as your hand explores his soft skin and Felix maneuvers you so your back is facing him.

"Wanna hold you." he murmurs into your hair, adjusting your leg before he sinks his cock into you easily, your cunt always ready to take him in.

Felix buries himself inside your warmth, holding you tightly as his lips attach to your neck and whisper words of love in your ear.

You melt into his embrace, letting him rock against you, his cock sliding in and out of your wetness in a steady rhythm, his arm wrapped around you as his fingers press on your clit.

Euphoria soon takes you both over as you spill into each other, all wet and warm, full of love.

"I love you, sweetheart." he kisses your shoulder and arm gently.

"I love you too." you turn to smile at him.

Yes, nothing is more beautiful than this moment right here.

-

"Lixie! Are you done getting ready?" you yell out from the hallway.

"Yes! I'm coming, babe." he yells back from your room before he comes skipping down the steps with a big smile on his face.

You chuckle at him as he jumps right in front of you, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips into yours, a wet smooch sound echoing off the walls.

"You're so cute." your face is warm as you giggle at him.

"That's you." he pinches your cheek, making you whine a little.

"So, do you like my outfit?" he asks with a little spin, a bright smile on his face.

"Of course, you look very handsome." you giggle.

"Don't I always?" he wiggles his eyebrows and you roll your eyes at him playfully.

"Why is this new diner so special that you're sooo excited about it?" you ask as the two of you make your way out of your house.

Felix swings your linked hands and smiles.

"You'll see. I know you'll love it." his eyes shine as he beams at you.

"Fine, I trust you." you say and he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently.

It's another beautiful sunny day, the birds are chirping in the trees, there is no trace of clouds in the sky, everyone around you seems to be happy, wearing big smiles and saying a polite 'good morning' as you pass them by.

You smile too, enjoying the sun's warmth as Felix yaps about a new video game he discovered recently.

Come to think of it, you don't remember the last time it rained or snowed.

While you ponder this, Felix notices your absent-mindedness and nudges you.

"You're not listening to me." he pouts.

"Sorry, I was just thinking how it's been sunny for so long that I almost forgot what it's like when it rains." you chuckle and Felix's eyes widen for a moment.

"Oh- I mean, isn't that good?" he asks, licking at his lip nervously.

"Sure, but it'd be nice to get some rain now and then." you shrug, looking around.

"I'm sure it'll rain soon." Felix is more quiet than usually when he says that but you pay no mind as the mysterious diner he'd been raving all week about finally comes into view.

"Felix!" you exclaim, grabbing at his arm, a big smile spreading on your face upon seeing what all the rave was about.

Your boyfriend's demeanor changes instantly as he perks up, a big smile on his face.

"It's a space themed diner!" you clap excitedly as you near the entrance.

"Mhm. Just what you love." Felix's eyes sparkle as he looks at your face adoringly. "Are you happy?" he adds.

"Happy? I'm estatic!" you practically skip the rest of the distance as Felix trails behind you with a satisfied smile on his face.

Seeing you like this is the biggest gift he could ever have the honor to indulge in, it's all he needs.

To see you happy.

You hurry inside and the interior of the diner makes you gasp.

The walls are filled with beautiful space paintings and photographs, the ceiling is made of some kind of big screen that has an entire galaxy lighting up here and there, as if all the little stars are actually shining above your heads, spacecraft oval shaped chandeliers hang from the stars, the little lights inside them shining with different colors of the rainbow.

The whole diner seems to be presented as the Solar System, each booth belonging to one planet and designed according to colors and traits of the planet.

Everything seems shiny and sparkly, some experimental electronic music is playing from the speakers as the waiters rush around, all dressed in shiny suits, with cute space details sewn into them.

The place is packed but as if it was waiting for you, the booth inspired by Jupiter, your favorite planet, is empty.

"Shall we?" Felix smiles, reaching his hand out to you.

You nod fervently, still trying to process the entire design of the diner, your heart dancing inside your chest happily.

Felix chuckles and leads you to the booth and as soon as you sit down, an automated voice starts talking from the little speaker on the wall.

"Welcome to Jupiter, the gas giant of our Solar System! It is primarily made out of gases and liquids so your feet won't really touch any ground but that's okay, you can always float along! Just be careful not to get swept away by the famous cyclonic storm called the Great Red Spot, hehe! Fun fact: Jupiter has 80 moons!" the voice talks.

"Startled me at first." you chuckle. "Actually, Jupiter has 95 moons discovered, as of lately. I guess they didn't update the fun fact." you add and Felix frowns.

"Hm." he purses his lips and you giggle. "How could they not update it?"

"It's okay, it's not that big of a deal." you giggle at his pouty face.

Before he can answer, a waiter appears next to your table.

"Hello, my fellow space explorers! I'm glad to see you've chosen Jupiter as your destination today. Take a look at the selection on our menu, it's just out of this world!" the waiter laughs, putting down your menus and twirling around as he walks away giving you some time to decide.

"This place is so kooky." you laugh in delight and your boyfriend smiles at you.

"You like it, right?" he asks.

"I love it, Lixie." you confirm and Felix's face becomes brighter again.

"I wanna try the Milky Way shake." Felix says as he skims through the menu.

"Yeah, we can get a big one, share it?" you blink at him and he melts.

"Of course. What do you wanna eat?" he asks.

"Um- the trip to the moon pancakes sound yummy."

"Ooh, I will get the andromeda cake then and we can share and taste both."

After placing your order, you look around, marvelling at the way they thought about every little detail as whoever made this put a lot of thought into this diner and is obviously a space lover like you.

Your eyes fall to another booth, the Mars one, hues of orange and red swirling on the wall and the seats as your eyes follow the intricate design all the way to the woman sitting in the booth with another woman, perhaps a friend, perhaps her lover.

Something seemed off, though.

The woman was taking sips from her glass, but it seemed like no matter how many times she sipped, the liquid inside didn't move.

Again, she took a big sip and you could see her throat move as she swallowed but the same amount of red liquid with little golden sparkles inside it remained.

You don't know why you were fixating on such a little detail, but it was so peculiar.

"What is it? You like the Mars booth more?" Felix follows your eyes.

"N-no. Just... nevermind." you smile at him. "I'm just looking at the different designs. They're all so pretty." you settle on saying.

"I'm glad- I mean yeah they are." he smiles at you.

Your Milky Way shake arrives along with your food, and everything looks sparkly and delicious, decorated with little edible stars and edible glitter.

Felix and you talk about nonsense, relaxed and full of laughter as you share the shake, sipping from it at the same time.

The way he stares at you, his eyes dark and intense yet so soft and full of love, makes your stomach do backflips every time he's this close to you.

After the delicious brunch, the two of you decide to take a walk to a nearby park, wanting to catch some fresh air and stretch your legs.

Felix's arm is wrapped around your shoulders as you melt into him, your arm wrapped around his waist.

"Ugh Felix, what day is it today?" you suddenly feel confused.

"It's Thursday. Why?" he chuckles.

"Weren't you supposed to be at work?" your brain struggles to remember if he said he had a day off or not.

"Y/n, don't be silly. I have the whole week free, remember? We said we'd spend as much time as we can together."

"Right." you chuckle, your memory refreshed. "Silly me. Must be the Milky Way shake with the way I'm spacing out."

Felix laughs at your pun as you wiggle your eyebrows at him.

The world is so beautiful with the sound of his laughter gracing it and with his attention focused only on you.

With warmness in your heart, you return to your home.

-

You work from home, so as soon as you arrive back at your house, you sit down at your desk.

You feel bad for not helping Felix with dinner but he reassures you that he doesn't mind cooking a meal for the two of you, in fact, it makes him happy.

Retreating into your home office, you began working.

Exhaustion takes you over after a few hours, not even realizing what time it is until there's a knock on your door.

"Y/n, love? Dinner is ready." it's Felix's warm deep voice and you turn to look at him, a smile on your face instantly.

"Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes-"

"Babe, you've done enough. Come on, you need to eat something." Felix makes his way to you, his hand gentle on your upper back as he caresses you.

You melt into his touch instantly, thoughts of continuing to work disperse immediately.

"Okay." you chuckle as he leans down to kiss your forehead gently.

The food is delicious like always and as you keep eating, the sky outside darkens suddenly.

You squint your eyes, lifting your head up to look out the window.

"Oh!" you exclaim as thunder rolls in.

Felix turns his head towards the sound, seemingly unphased but there is a small smirk dancing on his lips that you miss.

"Looks like it's gonna rain after all." he says.

"Yeah." you quip, a weird feeling settling in your stomach.

You decide to ignore it, it's a coincidence that it started raining just when you thought about it, it's not like you predicted the weather or something.

"Did you enjoy dinner?" Felix smiles and you nod.

"Of course, it was delicious. I'm not letting you wash the dishes alone though." you point at him jokingly.

"It's fine, sweetheart." Felix is quick to shake his head as he starts cleaning out the table.

"No, you cooked. Let me be useful for something at least."

"You are useful."

"You know what I meant." you say and he nods, the two of you settling on washing the dishes together.

As you're putting the last plate in its place, Felix appears behind you, pressing his body into yours as his arms wrap around you.

He whines, nuzzling his face in your neck as goosebumps rise on your skin and you melt into him.

"Hello there." you giggle.

"Mm." his lips attach to your neck, leaving gentle kisses and you lean your head back on his shoulder, giving him more space.

"Let's shower together." you suggest and Felix hums against you with a smirk.

It's a daily routine you have, any moment you don't have to spend apart, you spend together including showering.

If someone gave Felix the chance, he would quit his job and just be your boyfriend.

He often thought about that, spending every second of the day with you, even while you work, he'd be content in sitting quietly next to you.

He'd have you all to himself, forever.

But, real life gets in the way but he concludes that that's what makes every moment you are with him even more precious.

"Let me help you, sweetheart." his voice drips with honey again as he turns your back to him while the two of you stand under the shower.

Shivers run up your spine as his fingertips slide on your back.

He grabs your shampoo, pouring it on his hands before he starts washing your hair.

You relax into his touch, loving the way he always takes care of you. His hands are gentle but firm as he massages the bubbles into your scalp before rinsing it off.

As you lean back into him, his semi-hard cock brushes against your backside and you chuckle.

"Someone's getting excited." you look back at him with a playful smirk.

"Can you blame me? My beautiful girlfriend is naked right in front of me." he smiles somewhat of an innocent smile, a contrast to the steamy atmosphere shaping between you.

His arms wrap around you as he pulls your body flush against his, making you shiver.

"I need you, my sweet." he whispers, bumping his nose with yours, lips brushing against you.

"Lixie." his hands roam on your body, as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. "Let's go to bed, hm? I love the thought of shower sex but last time you slipped and almost cracked your head open on the tiles and I really don't want to go through that again."

Felix whines in embarassment, burying his face in your neck as he tightens his hold on you.

"That was one time. All the other times were fine." he pouts against your skin.

"I don't wanna see you hurting, come on." you say and he reluctantly follows you out of the shower.

After drying off, Felix whisks you away to your bedroom, almost throwing you down on the soft bed as you squeal, the room filled with laughter.

"My sweetheart." he coos at you, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb swipes on your skin.

Before you can say anything, his plump lips are on yours as he kisses you lovingly, passionately, possessively, his tongue pushing inside and swirling around yours, taking your breath away.

You clutch onto him as he lowers his middle into yours, grinding his hardening cock against your wet pussy.

He keeps kissing you and swallowing your moans, as his tip catches your entrance a few times but he keeps grinding against you.

"L-Lix, need you." you whimper in frustration, wanting him to fill you up.

"Yeah? My baby needs me?" he smirks and you whimper again.

"Yes, please. Need you inside me." you bat your eyelashes at him, trying to look as cute as possible even though Felix would kiss the ground you walked on if you told him to.

"Such a good girl. Asking so nicely." he keeps smirking before grabbing his cock and slowly sinking into your heat.

Both of you moan at the feeling as he slowly pushes in, bottoming out and fitting snuggly inside you.

Felix tries, he really does, he tries to be gentle but you feel so damn good clenching around him, keeping his cock inside you, your legs and arms wrapped around him as he fucks into your sweet spot.

"Ah!" you exclaim as Felix picks up his speed, his hips snapping into you as he presses your knees to your shoulders, coming down on you with all his weight.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as he fucks you relentlessy, making you cum in mere minutes.

"Shit, baby you're so wet." Felix looks down at his cock, the white cream of your pleasure painted on his length.

He grunts deeply before fucking into you again, the squelching sounds making your face and ears burn.

Your boyfriend is like a bunny in heat, never stopping or slowing down, making his cock slip out of you on accident as he keeps wilding above you.

A little whimper escapes his lips, missing your heat immediately as he grabs his length and pushes back into you, resuming his ruthless pace.

"Mm, yeah, take it." he groans and all you can do is moan as you let him have his way with you.

"F-Felix!" you moan as he brings you to your second orgasm.

"Yeah, say my name baby." he smirks as he pounds into you.

You keep moaning his name as you climax, getting his cock even more wet which in return makes him even crazier for you.

You're sure the bed will break with the force he's fucking you with, his cock slipping out of you a few more times, making him whimper every time it happens.

He grips your hips, thrusting into you erratically as his cock twitches inside you.

"Gonna give you my cum." his voice is whiny and high-pitched, breathless from the exertion.

"Yes, fill me up, Lixie!" you whimper and he cums, buried deep inside you as your pussy milks his cock down to the last drop.

Felix collapses on top of you and you hold each other, as you listen to the sound of the rain hitting the glass.

"Isn't it weird that it started raining as soon as I mentioned it?" you swallow, staring out the window, your hands drawing random patterns on Felix's back.

You feel him tense in your hold before he lets out a chuckle.

"No, maybe you heard it on the news and subconsciously thought about it or something. Or maybe..." he turns to look at you, his cheek leaned on your breast. "Maybe you have superpowers and you can predict the future." Felix wiggles his eyebrows playfully and you let out a snort.

"Oh sure, that sounds highly likely." you shake your head as he lifts up and kisses you.

"I love you." he smiles after attacking you with sweet kisses.

"I love you, Lixie." you cradle his face.

"Guess we gotta shower again?"

The next morning, you were woken up by Felix's lips on your inner thighs as he made his way to your core.

"Lix..." you mutter half asleep and he only hums in response, lips ghosting over your panties before pressing a kiss to your cunt.

"L-Lixie!" you whine when his tongue darts out to lick at the damp spot on the fabric.

"Relax, baby, let me take care of you." your eyes flutter closed again as he slips off your underwear, his lips wrapping around your clit immediately.

As always, Felix is hungry for you, like he can never get enough of your taste and the way you feel against his tongue, the way you grip his hair or press your thighs around his head.

He ruts against the bedsheets as you slide your middle against tongue, gripping his hair.

He moans into you, the vibrations helping you get closer to the edge as he digs his nails into your plushy thighs.

Fireworks explode from the inside, spilling your sweet juices on Felix's tongue and chin.

"Mm, baby." he whines against your cunt, lapping you up and leaving more kisses on your clit and all along your folds.

"Sensitive..." you whimper and he leans back before lifting up and hovering over you.

"I couldn't help myself, you just looked so sweet while sleeping." Felix bites on his lip as he looks at you adoringly.

"Oh, I don't mind." you smirk. "Let me help you."

"Um..." his face becomes red suddenly. "I - erm, finished already."

"Oh. Oh." you look down at his boxers.

"Embarassing, really."

"It's not. I'm flattered actually." you smirk, caressing his face.

Felix chuckles cutely before leaning down to kiss you.

"What's the plan for today?" you ask against his lips.

"Well, I was thinking we could have a picnic. I mean, it's sunny again." he nods towards the window.

"Okay, I love picnics." you smile as he gets up.

"Actually, I don't remember when was the last time I went on a picnic." you purse your lips, sitting up.

For some reason, memories seem blurry when you start thinking about them, it almost hurts your brain to try and remember well; almost anything.

"We had one like a month ago. Remember? You cut up fruits in the shapes of little stars." Felix says, rummaging through his drawer.

It's as if it suddenly appears in your mind, the clear memory of you preparing for the picnic together with Felix, enjoying a sunny day in the nature.

"Right, I remember now." you chuckle nervously. "Why couldn't I remember that?"

"You just woke up, you need some coffee, my love." Felix comes up to you and kisses your head.

"I'm gonna go take a quick shower." he says and you nod, watching him leave to the bathroom.

You get up and make your way to the kitchen, making some coffee and toast for the two of you, before you start preparing snacks for the picnic.

While you're working on the sandwiches, you can't shake off the uneasy feeling that's creating a knot in your stomach.

When was the last time you went outside without Felix? When was the last time he walked out of the house to go to work? When was the last time you talked to your family?

You can't remember. None of it.

Before you start panicking, Felix appears in the kitchen, startling you.

"Oh, Lix!" you exclaim, your hand on your chest.

"What scared you? It's just me." he smiles sweetly at you.

You stare at him for a moment, could he be hiding something from you?

But Felix is always so caring and loving, he is the best partner you could ever ask for.

He always makes an effort, takes you out on dates, takes care of you when you're tired or sick, is attentive towards your wants and needs; he actually listens to you when you talk.

He loves you.

"Y/n?" Felix chuckles, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Ah, sorry." you laugh awkwardly. "Was just lost in thought."

"What were you thinking about?" Felix grabs one of the toasts you made and bites into it.

"You. How wonderful of a boyfriend you are." you settle on saying, because it is sort of true.

"Aw, darling. Only the best for you." he skips towards you with a big smile, enveloping you in a bone crushing hug as you squeal and grab at him, both of you laughing.

How could you even doubt him?

Felix helps you with the rest of the snacks before the two of you get ready and walk out into another beautiful sunny day.

The walk is short, as there is a park near to your house, your memory now refreshed as you see the tree you always sit under coming into view.

Felix and you race towards the tree, laughing and giddy like little children.

You almost get there first but his arms wrap around your middle and he pulls you back into him, making you almost drop the basket of food you were carrying.

"Lixie! That's cheating!" you put as he turns you around and touches the tree with his foot.

"I won!" Felix smirks.

You pout at him as he puts his backpack down and takes out the picnic blanket.

"Not fair." you whine and he chuckles at you, cupping your face.

"Fine, you won and I'm just a dirty cheater." he smirks and you laugh as he kisses you.

"There, is that better?" he rubs his nose against yours.

"Yes." you nod, making him laugh.

The two of you settle on the blanket, even bringing a speaker so you can play some music while you chat and eat.

After some time, Felix wraps his arm around you and leans on you so you wrap your arms around him as he settles on your chest.

It's quiet for a while and since your focus is not on Felix at the moment, you start looking around.

Cars roll in the distance, one, two, three, four, five, six, then again... It seems as if the same six cars keep passing by.

You stare in disbelief before your eyes fall near the pond where a man is throwing a stick to his dog.

It lands next to a tree and the dog runs to get it, bringing it back to its owner. Then it repeats, the man throws the stick, it lands next to the same tree, the dog gets it, the man throws the stick...

The stick keeps landing on the exact same spot next to that tree, the probability of that is too low for it to be happening repeatedly.

"Lix?" you swallow.

"Yes, sweets?" Felix looks up at you.

"Do you ever- do you ever feel like something is wrong? But you can't quite put your finger on it."

"What do you mean?" he lifts up to look at you, his eyes searching yours.

"Well... Look at that man and his dog." you point and Felix turns to look.

"What about them?"

"Watch where the stick lands." you say and Felix watches as it lands next to the tree.

And so it does again. And again.

"So?" he licks his lips.

"How is he hitting the exact same spot every time?"

"Good hand-eye coordination? Practice?" Felix says, a nervous smile on his face.

You sigh in frustration.

"What about the road? Look at the road!" you point again and Felix looks.

"The same six cars keep going round and round."

"They're not the same, it just seems so."

"Felix, something is wrong. I can feel it! Like how it started raining when I mentioned it. And the lady in the diner yesterday, she kept drinking from her glass but the amount of liquid stayed the same."

"Babe, that's silly. Nothing is wrong. I'm sure it just seemed so, maybe the glass was in the same color as her drink?" Felix places his hand on yours cautiously.

"Lix... I don't know, it's just that I can't remember certain things and it's bothering me."

Felix's eyes dart left and right, his lips pursed.

"Like what?"

"Like the last time I saw my friends or family. The last time you left the house. The last time I was home alone."

"We visited your family two months ago. You saw your friends last weekend. I left the house last week every day when I was working and you were home alone then." Felix frowns as he looks at you. "Baby, are you feeling alright?" he adds, touching your forehead and your eyes water.

"N-no." you whimper, feeling so confused and wondering what the hell is wrong with you.

"How about we go home and you take a nap? I promise you'll feel better after sleeping." Felix coos at you, caressing your face.

"Are you sure it's gonna be okay?" you hiccup.

"I promise, my love." he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Felix takes you home, and you trust him when he lays you down and whispers how everything is going to be just fine.

You wake up from your nap feeling drowsy and slightly confused.

Felix is next to you, his arms wrapped around you as he breathes deeply.

You sit up, grabbing the glass of water he has left on the nightstand for you when you wake up.

After sipping on the refreshing liquid, you look outside the window and freeze.

"What the fuck?" you mumble to yourself, squinting your eyes as you get up.

"What the fuck?" you repeat, trying to process what your eyes are seeing and Felix stirs behind you.

"Babe?" he grunts a little as he sits up.

"L-Lix..." your voice is shaky as you start panicking.

Felix gets up as you keep staring out the window.

The void stares back at you.

There is nothing outside. No road, no trees, no supermarket, it's not the street you live on, it's one big nothing; just a white light.

"Oh, shit!" Felix exclaims as he sees what you're looking at.

"I told you! I told you something is wrong!" you turn to look at your boyfriend, tears sliding down your cheeks.

But instead of looking scared, Felix looks angry.

"Fucking shit!" his voice raises as his hands reach towards the books on your table, and in frustration he pulls on them, making them clatter down on the floor.

"Felix!" you exclaim as he starts raging, throwing everything on the table down to the floor in a wave of anger.

You've never seen him like this, panicking you step back, not knowing how to react to his outburst or what it all means.

Felix looks up at you suddenly, his eyes softening and filling up with guilt.

"I'm- I'm sorry, y/n."

"Tell me what is happening." you say and he shakes his head.

"Stay here." he says and you step towards him.

"No, tell me what's going on!" you demand and the scowl is back on your boyfriend's face.

"Stay right here and stop asking fucking questions." he says angrily, making you flinch before he leaves the room.

The door slams behind him and as you make your move to follow him, you hear the lock click.

"Felix?" you grip the handle, trying to open up the door. "Felix! You can't just lock me in here without any explanation!" you scream, rattling and kicking the door.

"Felix, please come back!" you yell, your fists pounding against the wood. "I'm scared." you add quietly as fresh tears spill down your cheeks.

Felix disconnects the VR set from his head.

How the fuck did this happen?

How come it didn't render the street as it always does? Why have you started noticing the little things you've never noticed before? Why have you started thinking about your past so much?

He opens up the code with a frustrated sigh, his fingers gliding against the keyboard.

Maybe the AI is getting stronger and more brainy the more he plays with it.

Felix's eyebrows knit together as he goes over the thousands lines of code, trying to figure out if there is some kind of mistake that the computer is not picking up on.

His stomach grumbles and he leans back with a sigh, the virtual food can only do so much.

Felix finally stands up from his table, realizing how long he must've been sitting there judging by the ache in his legs and back.

"I'll deal with you later." he waves his finger towards the computer before picking up his phone and ordering pizza.

He grabs a can of soda from his fridge and looks around.

It's eerily quiet in his apartment, save for the silent buzzing of his computer and the distant hum of traffic outside.

Felix makes his way to the big glass windows, staring down at the city before him.

He's gonna have to go back to work on Monday, knowing he can't spend as much time with you the way he wants to when his vacation days end, brings a sadness to his soul.

The 'you' who basically doesn't exist, you who is just lines and lines of code, a program, there only when he disconnects from reality.

If he could, Felix would disconnect from it forever just so he could be inside the damn device next to you, always.

And now since he made you upset, it's going to be hard to get everything back how it was before, under his control.

He gets angry at himself for not being more careful and adding in more details, all for the sake of just being with you the whole time, seeing you happy and satisified.

Yes, that's all Felix wants.

He wants to be the only one you smile at, the only one that gets to enjoy something so holy and beautiful like your love and your touch.

The doorbell snaps him out of his thoughts and after paying the delivery guy, Felix sits alone and eats his dinner while thinking of ways to correct his mistakes.

You were not gonna slip from his fingers.

This won't be ruined for him.

You open your eyes and turn to see Felix already awake, on his side, his head propped on his hand as he stares at you lovingly.

"Good morning, my angel." he smiles at you.

"M-morning. I- ugh... I feel weird. I think I had a nightmare." your throat is dry as you swallow and Felix grabs the glass of water, bringing it to your lips.

"What kind of nightmare?"

"Well, there was nothing outside- outside the windows. And you got mad and started throwing stuff around. You really scared me."

"Oh my love, that would never happen." Felix quickly wraps his arms around you. "Everything outside is fine too, look." he turns you both towards the window and sure enough, everything looks normal.

"I'm so glad it was just a dream. I never want us to fight or anything." you whimper and Felix shushes you.

"Everything is perfect, my love. And I will make sure it stays that way." Felix mutters into your hair before pressing a few sweet kisses there.

"It's my last free day before going to work. Let's enjoy it together, without you worrying your pretty head about anything, hm?" he adds and you nod with a chuckle.

Felix and you decide to go bowling and then out for lunch, topping the outing off with a nice walk near the beach and everything seems perfect again; nothing like the bad dream you had or the unsettling feeling in your stomach.

No, that feeling was replaced with butterflies as Felix smiled lovingly at you, telling you how much he loves you.

When you got home, you spent hours in each other's embrace, connected as one.

Everything was beautiful, the way it was supposed to be.

It's Monday and Felix makes his way to work.

The bell on the door chimes as he opens it, eyes looking up at him from the counter.

He smiles wide as he enters.

"Hi, Lix!" you smile innocently at him.

"Hey, y/n." he smiles back, the voices in his head telling him he's sick but he ignores them.

"How was your vacation? Did something fun?" you ask, always so sweet, so polite, so pretty.

"Oh yeah. It was amazing." he nods at you.

You smile, not wanting to pry too much, unaware of what Felix has been doing for almost two years since he started working with you.

As soon as he saw you for the first time, Felix swears he felt Cupid shoot his arrow right into his heart. You were so beautiful, so pure like an angel.

Always smiling, always nice with everyone. The sound of your laughter melodious inside the cafe, echoing off the walls.

You always gave extra sweets to kids.

You always stayed behind to clean up.

You always offered to help out.

He wanted to have you all to himself.

He wanted to capture your beauty and innocence and hold it in the palm of his hand, have it exist only for him.

Yes, Felix could've confessed or asked you out.

But then you would see how boring he is, how he has nothing to offer to you.

You'd leave him, you'd smile at someone else, your attention wouldn't be only directed towards him.

Felix started staying behind with you, under the guise of helping you out just to get more information about where you live, what you enjoy, what you dislike, what your hobbies are.

It wasn't enough.

He became obsessed.

Felix learned your schedule and started breaking into your house.

At first, he stole some panties and went through all your stuff, reading your diaries, going through your photographs, taking your privacy away from you without you having a clue about it.

But then it became worse as he would wait for you to come home, his body cramped under your bed.

He would watch you get undressed, listen to you touch yourself on your bed, his cock straining against his pants and he couldn't do anything about it except squeeze it occasionally.

Embarassingly, he came into his pants while only listening to you more times than he'd like to admit.

It wasn't enough.

Felix was hungry for more.

That's how he came to the idea to steal your dna and feed it to the new AI system he was working on in his spare time.

He had to collect enough of it to have the ai take on your personality, the one he loved and admired so much.

Felix spent hours and hours coding and working on the program, until finally he could use it.

It was everything he wanted and more.

You were happy there.

You were his there.

Here, in the real world, you were just coworkers and that fact started bothering Felix more and more.

Unaware of his intentions, you smiled at Felix and he smiled back at you.

It was time to take another step so he could have you for real this time.

Tonight, you were gonna become his and there was no way to escape.

Felix was gonna show you how happy he can make you, only him.

You're going to be right where you belong.

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[landoughnut]

Pit Stop Staring

♡ masterlist - request

♡ pairing - lando norris x mechanic!fem!reader

♡ summary - lando notices you during a pit stop, gets distracted and stares at you, and embarrasses himself on the radio being aired as he gushes over you, but with a little push from Zak, he makes his move on you!

♡ warnings - fluff, BLUSHY and nervous lando, love at first sight, a pinch of jealousy, Zak's a wing man, lando being cute and STUTTERINGGG hehehe

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.86k | #ilovetommy

Today was your first day working as a mechanic during an actual race, and you couldn't be more excited. You'd just finished your months of training and you felt pretty confident in yourself, so you weren't too nervous.

The McLaren team was more than welcoming when you first started, although some were a little apprehensive to have a girl working with the heavy tires, you proved them completely wrong and quickly gained their admiration, making friends with some as well.

As for the two papaya drivers, you had only briefly met Oscar about a month ago while leaving a meeting. He told you he was happy to be working with you soon, and he thought you will do amazing. You spoke shortly before he was being called off by someone, but he said goodbye and wished you best of luck.

The other driver, Lando, you had unfortunately not met yet. You heard quite a lot about him, and people said he was kind with a great sense of humor, so you crossed your fingers and wished you were able to catch him and introduce yourself. You also had seen some edits of him on your feed, not that you would tell anyone that, but you couldn't deny that he was quite a looker.

Back to today, though, you were waiting to see the bright papaya cars pull into the pit stop for their tire exchanges. After some laps, the first one to pull up was Oscar, and you and the others quickly got to work with a successful change in just about 2 seconds.

You beamed as he drove away and got a high five from your mechanic friend, Tommy, and he grinned at you, "That was great! And your first time too! You'll be putting me out of my job soon," he laughs.

You shake your head and poke his side, walking back to the garage, "Don't be silly! I did learn from the best," you say and give him a dramatic wink.

"Ha. Ha. You flatter me," he pats your head. You just push his arm away and turn your head to look at the race stats.

Oscar is in a good fourth place currently, and Lando in second, four seconds behind Max. You watch the race for about three more minutes before you hear that Lando was told to box next lap, so you and the mechanics rush out to the pit once again and prepare your gear.

A few moments pass before you can spot Lando's bright helmet in his car coming closer. He finally arrives and pulls up into his spot, while doing so, he glances around and his eyes land on you.

His mouth drops open slightly and he whispers a little, "Wow." Everyone does his tire change just as fast as Oscars, but Lando was still staring at you, who he thinks might be an angel sent down from above just for him.

Wow, he thinks to himself again, you have to be the most gorgeous person he's ever seen. He doesn't even realize that everyone has cleared the way for him to exit the stop until he sees you tilt your head and he hears his race engineer's voice, "Lando! GO! What are you doing, mate?!"

That snaps Lando back to reality, and he quickly drives away, now in last place due to how long he was there. He feels his neck and cheeks heat up in embarrassment. There's no way he would have a chance with you after that.

"I-I'm so sorry, she was s-so beautiful, and she looks like an a-angel, I-I got distracted," he stutters quietly to Will, his race engineer.

"Oh my- Lando this is being aired, you can't say stuff like that, mate!" Will sighs but he can't help but laugh a little bit. However Lando does the opposite now, he chews his lip like he's about to cry of humility, since now he knows you just heard him say that and you were the only girl there, so you know he had to be talking about you.

Back to where you were, you laughed at the radio message, curious to who he was stuttering over. Tommy's eyes bulge as he hears it, head whipping toward you.

You look at him and furrow your eyebrows, "What?"

He just blinds at you before yelling, "Lando Norris said you're beautiful! And look like an angel!"

"What? No he didn't?"

"Are you- who else would he be talking about?!" Tommy puts his hands on your shoulder and gently shakes you.

"Uhh," you laugh and glance at the other mechanics who are smirking and you and raising their eyebrows up and down. "I don't know, there are some women team members right over there," you point to the side.

Tommy just drops his head down and shakes it, "No. He was talking about you!"

"But.. I'm.. well, me? Just an average new mechanic," you look down at your uniform, "in some very unflattering working clothes."

Tommy just steps back and crosses his arms, "First off, don't ever say you're 'just you', because you're my best friend here," he whispers, so the others won't hear him, and you giggle. "Second, the clothes may be a little unflattering but you're still a very pretty girl," he smiles at you.

"Awhhhhh, Tommy! Who knew you were such a sap!" You hug the boy in thanks and he reciprocates it as you walk to the garage once again.

"So are you going to ask him out later?"

You almost choke on your breath, "What? No! Of course not! Are you crazy?"

He rolls his eyes, "Come on, he was just stuttering. Lando Norris was stuttering over you, if that isn't love at first sight then I don't know what is," he shrugs.

"Tommy!" You slap his arm, "We are done with this conversation."

"But-"

"End of discussion!" You huff, turning on your heels and walk away. Leaving your friend to rub his face in defeat.

When the race ended with Lando placed seventh due to the mishap from before, he hopped out of the car and rushed over to Zak.

Zak pulls the boy in for a hug and ruffles his hair, which was quite the opposite reaction Lando had thought he would see, since he cost the team points.

Once he lets go of Lando, the only thing he gets out of his mouth is, "Who was that?"

Zak lets out a laugh and tries to keep in a grin, "Who? Her?" he nods over to you, standing while chatting with Tommy again. Lando frowns as he watches you two.

"Are they dating?" he asks the older man.

"Hmm," he pretends to think about it, "yes," he nods. Of course he's only kidding, trying the get a rise out of the British boy.

"What?" Lando's head snaps to the man, looking utterly devastated. Zak starts laughing loudly, looking at him, and thinks this is what the human version of a kicked puppy would look like.

"I'm only joking, buddy, why don't you go and ask her?" Zak pats Lando's shoulder.

"U-uh I don't know...."

"Oh, come on! You're Lando Norris!"

The boy sighs and looks at you longingly. That was until you glanced over at him and he quickly turned back to Zak, his face now turning red again at being caught. "What about no work relationships?"

Zak sighs and shakes his head, "Listen, I'll talk to people about it and I'll make it work, okay?" He smiles and Lando lets his lips twitch into a tiny smile. "Now, go get your girl!" He turns his shoulders and pushes him forward a little bit.

Lando blinks fast and his heart races as he nervously makes his way over to you two.

You don't notice but Tommy does and bites back a teasing comment. "Lando Norris! The legendary man himself!"

You look to your right and see the boy bouncing slightly on his feet, twisting his hands and he looks back and forth between you both. "H-hi," he whispers to you, his ears turning red at your kind gaze.

"Hi! It's nice to finally meet you," you smile at him.

Tommy nods, "Yeah, and nice radio message today, man, real smooth," he chuckles.

Unbeknownst to you, Lando now wishes the floor would swallow him whole. "Uh, y-yeah, thanks?"

Tommy just laughs, "Oh! I think someone is calling me, gotta go!"

You watch him walk away, and Lando glares at him. "Did you hear someone calling him?" you ask.

"No, but, um, I-I'm sorry for today, a-and I didn't-"

You quickly shake your head and smile, "No! Don't apologize, really! I'm honored!" You put your hand on his arm, causing him to tense. You quickly remove it and apologize, "I'm so sorry! I should have asked-"

"N-No!" Lando says, and Zak drops his head into his hands as he watches the scene from afar. "You can touch me anytime! I-I mean- bloody hell- n-not like that! I mean you can if you wa-" he slaps a hand over his mouth before he can embarrass himself and more.

You just blush as you watch the boy, you find it endearing, to be honest, you've never had someone act like this with you before. "Lando! Please, don't worry, I think your rambling is cute, and... you yourself are cute too," you put your hands behind your back.

"Me? Really? You think I'm c-cute?" He lets out a nervous laugh in disbelief.

"Is that so hard to believe?" You frown.

"I... guess not.. but you're.. you! W-way out of my league..." he trails off.

"You have to be joking!"

He just looks down at his feet and smiles, his body slowly untensing as he feels a little less nervous. It's not that he's stuttering and blushing because he's scared of you, he's just never met someone so... perfect.

He slowly raises his eyes back up to look at you, "Well... then would you m-maybe want to... get dinner with me later?"

Your smile widens at the hopeful look in his eyes, you pinch your arm once, just to be sure this is really happening and not a dream. "Of course! Oh, I'd love to, would you like my number to send me the details?" you ask him.

He nods and pats his pocket for his phone, "Oh! I left my phone in my driver's room... but if you have yours, I'll give you mine?"

"Sure," you nod and hand him your phone, watching as he creates a contact for himself. "Well, I do have to go back, I promised my friends to hang out for a bit after the race but I'll see you later," you tell him.

He smiles at you, "Alright, see you!"

You turn around, walking to your friends who were giggling to themselves, watching the whole thing.

Lando is left in his spot, practically lovestruck, "What a woman," he whispers to himself dreamily.

He jumps with a yelp when he feels a hand on his shoulder, "Well done, kid! You got yourself a date!"

Lando turns to look at a way too excited Zak Brown, "Yeah... I suppose I did."

[kashverse]

Hiiiii! Just wanna say, I love, love, LOVE your writing. Like I eat it up every time. I keep seeing you asking for writing for others, so could you maybe do Nanami and Yuuji making breakfast for reader for her birthday/Mother's day and Yuuji spills all the pancake batter or something similar? And then they have to improvise and Nanami's stressed because he wants to make it perfect but Yuuji's just obsessing over how his mama gets to eat in BED (gasp the horror). Thank youuuu! :)

mother’s day. a monumental day. a day of great importance. a day to celebrate you, the mother, the queen, the beloved mamamin—brought to you by papamin and his little assistant, yuuji. the plan? simple. a classic breakfast in bed: pancakes, fruit, and raspberry jam. romantic, timeless, and foolproof. except, of course, nanami should have known by now that nothing is foolproof when yuuji is involved. it started with the pancake batter.

"papa, i mix!" yuuji had declared, puffing out his tiny chest.

"alright, yuuji, but carefully—"

SPLAT.

the bowl, the entire bowl, slipped from yuuji’s tiny hands and crashed to the floor. pancake batter everywhere. on the tiles. on nanami’s slippers. on yuuji’s little dinosaur pajamas. there was a horrified silence. yuuji froze, staring at the crime scene. his hands trembled. his little lip wobbled.

"papa… i… i…" his voice cracked. "I RUIN MAMA DAY."

nanami immediately felt his soul leave his body.

"no, no, yuuji—"

but it was too late. yuuji’s entire face went red, his little body shaking as he tried so hard not to cry. his cheeks were the exact shade of the raspberry jam nanami had planned to serve. nanami sighed, crouching down and wiping off a glob of batter from yuuji’s tiny pajama pants.

"yuuji, it’s fine."

"… it fine?" yuuji sniffled, voice small.

"yes. it’s just pancake batter. we still have some left."

"so… so mama day not ruined?"

nanami placed a hand on his son’s head. "no, yuuji. mama day is not ruined."

yuuji gasped dramatically. "I GET SECOND CHANCE?!"

nanami sighed. "yes, yuuji, you get a second chance."

yuuji fist-pumped the air. "WET’S GO!"

with whatever batter was salvageable, nanami made mini pancakes—ridiculously tiny, fit for a hamster, but saved by the assortment of fresh fruit on the side. "wow!" yuuji clapped his hands, beaming. "they wittle! tiny! like baby pancakes!"

“yes, yuuji. because someone dropped the original batter.” yuuji laughed nervously. "hehehe. who do dat? dat so crazy."

nanami sighed, plating everything onto a tray. finally, the hardest part was over. now, all he had to do was—

"wait." yuuji suddenly froze, looking up at him with deep suspicion. "why mama get to eat in bed?"

nanami blinked. "because it’s mother’s day."

"so?"

"so we’re celebrating mama."

yuuji squinted. "but i like bed. and i like pancakes."

"yuuji, you're four."

"AND?" yuuji crossed his arms. "i am also child. and child’s day exist."

nanami sighed. "yes, but that’s in november."

"… it is?"

"yes."

yuuji narrowed his eyes, processing this information. then, suddenly—

"but, papa." he leans in. "when is papa day?"

nanami, exhausted, pinched the bridge of his nose. "father’s day is in june, yuuji."

yuuji gasped dramatically. "PAPA! WHY YOU NOT SAY SOONER?! WE HAVE TO MAKE YOU PANCAKES!"

nanami blinked. "wait, what? no—"

but it was too late. yuuji had already jumped down from his seat, running in circles.

"I GONNA MAKE PAPA PANCAKES!"

nanami sighed deeply, rubbing his temple. this was a problem for future him. right now, he had to survive getting the tray to you without yuuji trying to steal the pancakes.

[anglbunny]

hiiii ml hope ur doing well <3

can i req reader who’s dating kaiser and her best friend who’s dating sae and they kinda casually hang out together but maybe drink or smth and it gets freaky heh

anything else u have free reign over btw i js thought it’d be a fun concept hehehe <3

(totally understand if ur not comfy writing smth like this btw no hard feelings love :3)

.ᐟtruth, dare, & desire ♡ kaiser & sae

.ᐟcw: smut mdni, foursome, girl-on-girl, voyeurism kinda, switching partners

“𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒…” - 𝑤𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛

･･ꕀ𖧷

It started with wine, then shots and then someone opened a large bottle of scotch. The one that sae and your bsf brought. And everything from that moment onwards was hazy, a bit blurry, a bit hot. 

You and your bestfriend planned a get together and kaiser decided why not just invite them over to the penthouse. You agreed, thinking it would be a good way for kaiser and sae to meet, since there were a lot more plans like this to come and they would have to meet eventually. 

You’re curled up next to kaiser, his fingers tracing random shapes on your overly exposed thighs in your micro shorts. Your best friend nestled close to sae, not too far from you and kaiser on the L shaped couch, her legs draped over his thighs, laughing more than usual. The alcohol had everyone feeling a little woozy. Even sae had a lazy smirk plastered over his face. The street lights give a dim glow in the room. It was comfortable. 

Your half drunk best friend is giggling, words coming out slurred, “we should.. Play something. To you know, keep things interesting” her head is on sae’s chest as she stares at you. 

“Like what” 

“Hmm.. truth or dare” she slurs, “or, or something more revealing” kaiser’s eyes gleam, knowing he’s already onboard. 

“Now you’re speaking my language, little lady” 

“Little? Excuse me, i’m not little, your dick might be” 

“You should ask yn here how big it is” kaiser laughs, they go back and forth for a while but it’s blurred out. Your eyes drift towards sae to see he’s already staring at you, pinching at the side of his girlfriend’s waist. You’re quick to look away. 

The game starts. The first few rounds are harmless. Rotating between silly truths and stupid dares. Asking each other about embarrassing truths and telling the other to laugh without smiling. Until the vibe in the room started shifting. Asking for a kiss, giving their partner a lap dance. Touching. Whispering. A dare that makes your best friend let out a stifled moan as kaiser whispers in her ear. A truth that forces you to admit you’ve thought about sae more than once, more than someone should be thinking about their best friend’s boyfriend. 

The tension simmers. Kaiser’s hand is between your thighs. Squishing your soft inner thighs. Fingers barely a cm away from your throbbing cunt. Your best friend’s lipstick is smudged, sae’s hand is under her shirt, knuckles grazing her warm skin. Slow. not enough. 

And it bursts when kaiser dares you to kiss your best friend. You stare up at him, he quirks a brow at you, tilting his head, giving you the go. Sae is silently watching the two of you move towards each other. Kaiser rests his cheek on his fist, watching intently. 

You crawl towards her, cupping her face. Gently taking her lips with yours. Both your eyes shut, lips moving in sync. She tasted sweet like cherries. You run your tongue along the seam of her lips, she places her hand on top of yours. One of them groan ‘fuck’ under their breath before you two finally pull away. She smirks, and you wink at her before moving back to your original spots. 

Your best friend dares you to whisper the filthiest thing you’ve ever wanted to try in kaiser’s ear. He grins like a wolf, grabbing a handful of your half exposed ass. “Later, baby” 

You dare your best friend to ride sae’s thigh until the next turn. She only laughs, as sae spreads his leg just enough for her to be comfortable. Resting a hand on her hips. 

Round after round, none of you can even picture how this is going to end. All of them are somewhat flustered or horny or hard. 

Sae dares his girlfriend to take off her bra and she quickly complies with a sheepish grin plastered across her face.

Kaiser’s hand squeezes your thighs like it’s the only thing keeping him in control. 

“Sit on sae’s lap, baby” kaiser’s voice cuts through like diamond. You stare at him for a second. You could feel your heartbeat speeding up. “Me..?” your voice low. 

“Yes, baby. You.” he murmurs. “Just for one round. I wanna see how long he lasts” you hesitate but your body is already moving towards sae. Your best friend is giggling as she moves towards kaiser to give you both more space. Her face is warm from the excessive alcohol. You climb onto sae’s lap, knees digging into the couch. He’s tense beneath you. You place your hands on his shoulder to adjust yourself. 

“You’re playing with fire” his hands hover near your hips. Too close but not close enough to touch. 

“I like the burn” you whisper, lips mere inches from his. You and sae look over to see your best friend already settled on kaiser’s lap. His fingers grazing her lower back. He was smirking at her while they went back and forth about something. 

“I thought you were loyal,” sae says. His hands coming in contact with your ass. You could see he’s holding back. 

“I am. Kaiser told me to do so” you grin. Sae’s hand tightens, leaning in, lips hovering over yours. He doesn’t kiss you but he’s so  fucking close you could taste him. “And if i told you to put your mouth on me, right now, then?” he whispers, sending chills down your spine. His fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, making you bite back a moan. 

You turn around to glance at kaiser who’s already staring at you. 

“Kaiser” you breath out, eyeing sae. “Is this okay?” you whisper, catching a glimpse of your best friend devouring kaiser’s neck. His hands under her shirt. 

“As long as you remember whose bed you’re gonna be in tonight, baby” 

You do. God you remember but you can’t help yourself, as your hips shift on sae’s lap. You hear your best friend moan, kaiser’s lips are on her throat. Her head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut. He’s let your best friend straddle one of his thighs, her hands pressed to his chest, she’s practically riding his thigh. 

Sae’s hand are under your shorts, gripping your plump ass. “Should’ve worn something under this” he mumbles as he guides your hips, grinding down onto his boner. You throb at the friction, creating a mess in your shorts. It’s sticky. The room is hot, sae’s cologne is invading your senses. It’s all too much. You lean down, almost, almost kissing sae but kaiser’s voice cuts through.

“Come here, princess” his voice, watching your hips move on sae’s lap. He pulls his hands away, letting you crawl towards kaiser to see your best friend, feet tucked under her, sitting beside kaiser. You move to sit of kaiser lap. 

“Face her” he says, you shift your body so you’re facing your best friend who’s smiling with her lower lip between her teeth. Reddish-purple hickies on her neck. 

“Spread your legs. Show me how wet sae got your cunt” kaiser whispers against your ears. Your face heats up. Eyes flickering over to sae who’s silent, watching. Standing up to come and sit behind his girl. His hands trail up her arms, watching as you spread your legs open. 

Sae pulls down her shirt, letting her boobs spring free. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight. Both his hands wrap around them, tightening enough to make her cry out. Heat coiling in the pit of your stomach. Something inside you clenched, making you crave more. 

“Needy girl” kaiser says, pulling your shorts down just enough so your bare cunt is visible. 

“Kiss her” sae says against his girl’s skin. Drunk on pleasure, she leans in, taking your lips with hers in a wet sloppy kiss. You melt into the kiss, slipping your tongue past her lips. It was filthy, hot, everything your body desired, her hands reaching out, cupping your breasts over your shirt, similar to how sae was abusing her poor nipples. You could see her grinding into the couch. 

You gasped, pulling back as kaiser pushed 2 fingers inside, other arm wrapped around your waist. Eyes narrowed on both of you. 

“No, no, keep going, never said to stop,” he says, pushing you closer to your best friend, letting her devour your lips again. You moaned into the kiss as kaiser played with your slick folds. Eyes darting between you and the way sae was teasing her poor boobs. 

Sae on the other hand couldn’t look away from your sloppy cunt. The mess he made. He knows he made it. He felt you throbbing on his lap. The sound of kaiser’s fingers thrusting inside your cunt, echoed in the large living room. You cried out from the different amounts of pleasure your body was receiving. She didn’t stop tugging and twisting your nipples. Your hands were settled on her waist, digging your fingers in. 

“Cum” sae whispers in his girl’s ear and she crumbles beneath him, her head dropping onto your shoulder, you catch her, your own release not too far behind. She cums in her panties, crying out sae’s name. The sight alone make your pretty little pussy flutter around kaiser’s fingers, “she looks pretty, doesn’t she? Bet you wanna cum too now, yeah?” kaiser teases, lips trailing over your nape, you let out a muffled moan, nodding. 

“So desperate. Go ahead, cum. Show them how much of a slut you are for attention” you bite down on your bottom lip, your entire body trembles as your orgasm courses through you. Your pussy clamps down on his thick fingers, tugging at your best friend’s shirt. His fingers are covered in slick as he pulls them out of you, holding them up in front of you. Your best friend looks up, her eyes meeting kaiser’s. He tilts in head in the direction of his dripping fingers. She leans up before taking them in her mouth, tongue swirling around them, licking them clean. Your eyes flicker back to sae, you’re melting under his piercing gaze, quickly turning away. 

When it’s finally over your body slumps on top of kaiser, who is clearly sporting a very visible hard on but chooses to stay silent, similar to sae. Your best friend falls back onto sae, who pulls her into his chest, getting in the comfortable position for both of you to pass out in. 

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So This is... Lust (Link x Reader) SMUT

(a/n) ya'll, i finally finished it ToT i'm so sorry for the wait, but it's finally here now! i had so much fun writing this!

i took a look at my schedule for next semester and i have *a lot* of free time, so hopefully that'll mean more time to write and, in extension, finally open up my inbox for requests!!! i've never done requests before at least on this account because i was always so busy. i'm not too sure how much time my new research position will take up (i was told it would be time-consuming, but i'm not sure how time-consuming), so i'll keep you guys updated!

as always, i hope you enjoy this ~steamy~ oneshot! and remember: if you are a minor, do not interact.

cw: afab!retainer!reader, reader wears a dress, link masturbating to the thought of you :), mentioned reader masturbation (like one line), cunnilingus, missionary, mentioned doggy, overstimulation, tried to make link a soft dom heheh, swearing, dirty talk, dumbification, fingering

wc: 6.5k

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"(F/N)?" Zelda slinked her back against her chair, sinking into the worn, plush cushion that coddled her stiff vertebrae.

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Please prepare the horses... We're going to take a little walk." She pinched the bridge of her scrunched nose. "If I am to look at these documents a moment longer, I believe my head will explode."

"But Your Highness, Link should be coming any minute now. We must discuss the security details for the upcoming ball." Your usually terse expression softened at the royal's groan. "But we can go out afterwards.”

"Yes, you're right... Apologies (F/N), I completely forgot about that meeting. Will anyone else be coming?"

"No, Your Highness. It will just be—“

Knock knock knock!

"Ah! Perfect timing." Zelda tapped a thick, disheveled pile of documents against her desk into a more manageable bundle. "Come in!"

The brass doorknob shifted slightly and clicked open, revealing Hyrule's most renowned knight. A pair of cobalt eyes went from you to the Princess and he bowed wordlessly.

"Link. Thank you for—“

A loud bang, then wood stuttering against stone, quickly followed by the airy splish of dozens of documents fluttering to the ground. You dove across the desk, grasping a few documents you were lucky enough to catch and watched the rest pool by the table’s legs.

"Oh Hylia—!”

"Your Highness! Are you okay?!" Your hand flew to the staggering princess, documents be damned; Link sprung to Zelda’s side and placed a restful hand on her shoulder.

"I-I'm fine, really...” She muttered, rubbing her sore knee. “Goodness, I'm so sorry for the mess. Let me clea—“

"Absolutely not, Your Highness. I’ll take care of it." You cut, already circling the desk and shuffling the disarrayed documents on the floor. Link joined you on his hands and knees, carefully scooping up piles of paper onto the desk and into your arms. A jolt of electricity shot through your heart as you felt worn leather chafe against your skin. You turned away, 'looking' for other scattered documents, and coughed out,

"Thank you Link, but please don't worry. I can take care of this."

A determined look gripped his features as he stared and shook his head. Without uttering another word, Link once again began gathering the parchment. A soft sigh left you, and an even softer smile graced your lips.

"Can you hand me that document, please? I think these go together... Oh, and... these have matching headings, so I'll take that and you can have those..."

Even in her mildly frazzled state, Zelda wasn't blind to the faint red that whispered the surface of your cheeks when Link got a little too close, or the shifty flash of Link's blues whenever your fingers 'accidentally' grazed his. As much as she wanted to jump in and rectify the mess she made, maybe... She should sit this one out. Enjoy the show. Or better yet... Hm... When was the last time you and Link had a day off?

In no time at all, all correspondence was off the floor and either in your arms or on the desk. Your fingers flew this way and that, reorienting texts right side up and shuffling this paper behind that, and this one goes over here, and wait… Shouldn’t these be bundled together?

"Once again, I apologize for the mess I had created. Thank you both for cleaning it up."

"No worries at all, Your Highness." You finally looked up and cast a warm smile at the knight. "Thank you for helping me, Link."

A bashful grin cracked the stoic man's lips and he awkwardly rocked his feet. All that extra motion certainly drew attention away from the fists tightening behind his back. Zelda cleared her throat and eyed some documents pertinent to the upcoming social.

"Right. Now that that's all settled, let's get down to business."

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"A-Ah... Mmph..."

The knight threw his head back, feeling his temples drum in time with his cock. Sweat dewed his ivory skin and his Adam's apple bobbed a name he dared not utter, lest someone discover the target of his hidden fantasies. A scene from earlier that day has been playing in his head on repeat, fueling the sensual fantasies that has drawn him awake past the midnight hours; his fist thumped faster against his thighs and his back careened toward the ceiling.

You—gorgeous, gorgeous you—bent over a desk grasping desperately for a document fluttering to the ground.

With slight modifications, of course. The hem of your dress pooled about your hips—hips he oh so desperately wished to sink his teeth and fingers in—your hands tied prettily against your lower back as he thrusts into you again and again, his fingers tenderly coaxing your feathery soft hair... But the best part? You looking back at him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes, and his name spilling out of those plump lips he yearned to taste.

He could hardly remember what the Princess had told him. Something about the security details for the upcoming ball, but Hylia only knew if he retained anything past that. All he could think of was you, you, you—the Princess's loyal, respectful, diligent, beautiful retainer. How he craved your presence! If only you knew how much he liked you! Oh, the things he dreamt of doing to you.

"Ngh... (F-F/N)...!"

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The garbled talk of Hyrule's high society bounced off the castle walls and the guards' helms, which flickered bright flashes of torchlight. A pair of cobalt eyes flitted about every corner of the room, filing away mental notes of the ball's invitees and the stream of people that flowed in and out of the ballroom. Link scooted along the wall—weaving around young, giggly wallflowers and decrepit, lonely barons in search of another wife—always making sure you the Princess stood in his line of sight.

After sending you away to drop off another gift at the crowded gift table, Zelda turned around with the polite smile most nobility had during these sizeable socials. She caught eyes with her loyal guard and slowly made her way over, skillfully avoiding conversation with the withdrawn, mysterious grace of a royal. Eventually, she found herself at the side of one of her most trusted confidantes.

"Link, I believe the next song shall be a waltz. Do you still remember how to dance?"

Link nodded dutifully, sensing an incoming question. Is Her Highness hinting that she wants him to ask her to dance...?

"If so, why not dance with (F/N)?"

Link, who happened to be swallowing his spit as she said that, hacked it all back up and proceeded to draw the most distressing and deprecating attention an introvert could draw to themselves in a single night. He turned to her, lovestruck panic evident in his eyes, and shook his head like a wet, storm-logged puppy.

"Now now, don't be shy! I'm sure she'd be happy to share a dance with you."

"Your Highness! There you are." A bright voice from yonder drew closer to the duo, and Link could feel himself shrinking. "I've been looking all over for you. Why are you all the way over here? Have you grown tired?"

The torpid, repetitive chords that most patrons had droned out this part in the night livened into a steady waltz. Link could feel Zelda's smirk and knowing gaze burn into the side of his head.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, but I assure you I'm fine. I just wanted to have a little chat with Link. But (F/N), you should dance! Enjoy yourself! You've been working far too hard these days."

"Thank you for your concern, but I would feel better if I were attending you."

"(F/N), don't be like that." She squeezed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I'm saying this more as a friend than your queen. Please go have some fun. Maybe you'll meet your Prince Charming, just as you've always hoped you would.“

"Zel—Princess!" Your heart dropped to your stomach and a pair of hands immediately flew to cage Zelda's arms. "T-That was so long ago—I mean, I was only a little girl and—!"

A genuine, lighthearted laugh alighted your friend and she gazed at you with a sisterly fondness.

"Just teasing. It's always so fun to do so."

"Your Highness..." Your head hung as low as your spirits as you felt Zelda's frame shake from a stifled laughter.

"Your Highness?" All eyes turned to the clear, bold voice a few bodies past you. "Can I have this dance?"

The young suitor flashed a kind, dimpled beam as he held out a gloved hand to Zelda. The royal returned her own practiced, elegant smile and took his hand.

"I would be honored." She turned to you. "My apologies. I'm afraid I must go. But do have fun tonight, okay? You deserve it."

And with a swish of her gown, she was escorted through a parted sea of people to the middle of the dance floor. She locked eyes with you for a second, and cast a knowing tilt towards him.

You two were locked in a domain of stiff silence, both looking helplessly towards your mutual friend who had seemingly forgotten all about you. Link's timbers began shivering like no other as he replayed a thousand ways this night could go.

Freeing himself of his chains of self-doubt, he pushed himself off the wall and slowly made the short way over. Your heart had practically stopped pulsing while Link's was pounding away all breath from his lungs. He felt a sickly pallor drain his cheeks; he silently thanked the gods for the bright lights that filled his cheeks with artificial ruddiness.

"(F/N)...?" You turned, your thundering heart almost drowning out the Hero's squeak. "Can I have this dance?"

Pure, unadulterated sincerity crinkled Link's eyes, which held a certain life-like sheen typically absent for the soldier; for the briefest of moments, you felt that you were allowed a glimpse into his heart. Fighting the urge to scream 'til your lungs gave out was the understatement of the century as you dipped your fingers into his palm.

"I would be honored."

The small, anxious smile widened into one of pure delight as he led you further into the ballroom. He pulled you into the fringes of the waltzing couples and placed a steady palm close to your shoulder blades, inadvertently pressing you closer to him. Clothed fingers weaved through your own and pulled your hand away from your trembling frame. You could only hope he couldn't feel the aggressive thumping in your chest.

"Are you okay?" His voice rumbled in your ear.

"Y-Yes!" You blurted suddenly, your nerves not quite heeding your volume. You were practically melting from the stinging, judgemental stares thrown your way and you swallowed thickly.

"Yes, I'm okay. Thank you for your concern."

"We don't have to do this for very long if you don't want to." He muttered, his hand slipping to your waist as he dipped you. Your delusions led you to believe that his eyes lingered on your neck a moment too long... But surely your eyes were just playing tricks on you.

"It's just... Well, I'm rather nervous, so..."

You slowly turned your gaze upwards, peering through quivering lashes and fully expecting the knight's visage to be contorted in mockery; you were pleasantly surprised that his eyes held nothing but warmth for you.

"I understand." He effortlessly guided your next movements into a spin. "How can I help you feel more at ease?"

"Mm..." You unknowingly gave his shoulder a light squeeze, causing Link's heart to flutter. "Would it be all right if we talked some more?"

"Of course. What would you like to talk about?"

"Well... I've actually always wondered this, but have you always wanted to become a knight?"

"Hm... That's a good question." He chuckled, his hot breath tickling your cheekbones. "I wasn't particularly against it. As you may know, I come from a long line of knights, so it was only expected that I became a knight too."

"How did it feel when you found out you bore the legendary Triorce?"

"... Surreal." He concluded, a glimpse of wistfulness in his eyes. "My life hasn't been the same since."

"Oh... I'm sorry if this brought up difficult memories."

"Not at all!" His tired eyes snapped to life. "Yes, training became much harder after that and the pressures of the throne are very much there… But it wasn't all that bad. After all, I got to meet you—“

At the utterance of the last syllable, Link's face twisted into horror; not even the bright, warm lights could disguise his drained cheeks. You felt your entire face engulf in flames and screamed your heart out smiled shyly.

"That's... really sweet of you, Link. Thank you."

He cleared his throat and desperately wished for a Link-size hole to swallow him up this very second. Every gear in his brain cogged away as he chose his next words carefully.

"You and the Princess seem close."

"Yes..." A bittersweet comfort gripped your heart as deeply cherished memories flashed through your mind. "We were girls together."

"How long have you been her retainer?"

"Since we were very young. Like you, I come from a long line of individuals who serve the royal family and, well... Zel and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember."

"'Zel?'"

"O-Oh!" Panicked side glances jittered here and there; you let out a deep breath, thankful that no one heard your insubordinate casualness. "Please forgive me. That was a nickname I used to call Her Highness."

"No worries. I just... thought it was very cute."

The both of you were completely oblivious to the crimson that coated the other's cheeks—how could you be when your own face ran hotter than the lava at Death Mountain? You were startled out of your mushy haze with a bright, chime-like laugh.

"Her Highness was right. You are fun to tease."

Before you could retort some type of response, the ensemble played its final note. While all the other couples were separating and bowing to their dance partners, Link was quite slow to release you, and you were even slower to leave his arms.

"Thank you for the dance, Link. You are a wonderful dance partner."

"Likewise," he straightened his back, "I hope we can do this again."

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Gods, you wanted to go to bed.

Your nice, warm sheets were all you could think of as you clicked the door to the Princess's bed chambers shut. You threw your arms above your head and groaned out the tension that had carved its way into your joints.

Your feet automatically led you down the long winding corridor, past the soldier's quarters and towards your—

"Mm... F-Fuck..."

Wait a damn minute.

Your feet ceased their dragging as a voice that sounded eerily similar to a certain Hero echoed nearby. You gripped your chest, as if that would quiet the thundering pounding in your ears.

… Silence...

Were you losing your mind?

Chalking whatever... that was to your perverted imagination, you once again began your trek towards—

"Ah...!"

—Link's room wait since when did you start moving in this direction oh gods oh Hylia

"Mmph! Fuck- yes- hah..."

The noises were undoubtedly coming from his room, your ear pressed against the door confirmed that. Your hand flew to your mouth as your knees locked in place, your ears feasting listening to the sinful whimpers and pants of Hyrule's sword and shield. You were thrown into the deep end, drowning in a cacophony of your own thoughts.

What the fuck holy shit what the fuck holy shit what the fu Was he alone? Wait, but the bed squeaked just now, so does that mean he’s with someone? And if so, who? But if he's alone... Who could he be thinking of?

This was wrong. This was so, so wrong of you to be violating his privacy like this. You would be mortified to learn that someone was listening to you pleasuring yourself—everyone's entitled to have these moments to themselves. So why couldn't you just... walk away?

"Mm... Oh, (F/N)..."

... Huh?

“I need you I need you I need you…” He slurred with sloppy breaths. Shame swelled within you as a wet heat pooled between your legs and wickedly delightful thoughts ruminated in your mind. Your chest constricted, sensing the crossroads that would undoubtedly decide your future relations with your long-time crush; you toyed with either option as carefully as your lust-hazed brain would allow. With your heart mere moments away from seizing, you carefully lifted your hand, suddenly aware of every muscle needed to execute the simple motion.

Four docile raps lisped the wood. You froze, the veil of sensuality finally lifted from your senses as the gravity of the situation bucketed you like cold water. Oh gods, what have you done? Your heart raged against your ribcage and beckoned you to flee! Run! There’s still time, go!

A quiet click.

A pair of blown-out pupils amidst a thin strip of blue peered out at you.

“L-… Link?”

“… Yes?”

You listlessly felt yourself move forward; sex-clung darkness draped over your bodies as you pushed yourself through the door, slamming your lips against his in heated desperation. Link returned your fervor with a fluidity that made you wonder if he’s fantasized about this as much as you have. You cocked your heel against the door, shutting out all unwanted light to carry out your feral desires in the dark.

He pressed you against the thin slab of wood, rough hands claiming residence in the plush of your hips while his lips conveyed a primal urge to claim. You didn’t hesitate in welcoming his tongue, feeling the hot muscle drag against your bottom lip and wrapping itself with your own in a sloppy but passionate dance. Thick golden locks tangled your fingers and you pulled him closer, closer, closer until his muscly frame was melded into yours.

He departed from your lips and quickly found refuge in the crook of your neck. His hot breaths dragged across your flushed skin, sending an anticipatory chill down your spine as he speckled your softness with nips and butterfly kisses. Large hands explored what they could, never settling in one place for long while his lips began imprinting deeply-colored marks by the junction of your neck and shoulder. His grabs and kneads were desperate, as if he fully believed that at any moment you would depart from him forever, leaving him with a ghost of what could have been.

Your chest heaved into his. Colors you’ve never seen before danced before your eyelids in a pandemoniac parade while hellish flames seared through your core. Link lapped and kissed and teethed your neck, relishing in the bit-back mewls that occasionally leaked out of you. The moonbeams that had passed through the clouds applauded the red desire he worked into your skin and Link felt a surge of boldness rush through him. After speckling your rising and dipping chest with his spit, he dropped lower and lower.

The cold absence of his hands didn’t go unnoticed by you, and before you could process what was going on, the unfamiliar cold that whipped your exposed legs pinched a yelp out of you. In one smooth motion, the Hero of Hyrule was under your dress and kissing the pillowy softness of your thighs—as he always dreamt of doing—silently worshipping Hylia’s masterpiece.

And oh, how he worshipped you. How each fiery, wet kiss was a prayer of gratitude to the goddess for creating someone like you. How every bite, every mark he left you with was all in the name of you, his true deity, and your moans that served as his gospel. By the end of the night, he was determined to have you chanting his name like some mantra that would bind you two past a one night stand.

Your heart roared in your ears, anticipation for where his lips would fondle next nearly causing the overworked muscle to implode; your legs nearly gave out when you felt his teeth graze the edge of your drenched panties. The lace dragged and coiled into a thin strip as Link buried his face into your sex, relishing the ambrosia he was to partake in. Before that though, his lips traced a languid line to your hips, which was promptly suckled and bitten with the gentleness of a doe. His fingers hooked themselves under your panties and, with painfully slow movements, dragged the nuisance down your hips, your thighs, and finally, the ground. With all obstacles out of the way, Link turned his attention back to your throbbing lips, licking his own with the hunger of a starved animal.

He wasted no time in burrowing himself into you, tonguing and lapping the juices that have dared to slip out and refusing to waste a single drop. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he completely lost himself in you, rubbing tight circles into your clit with his thumb while drinking up whatever you could give him with his mouth. You bunched the noisome fabric about your waist, desperate to sink your fingers into his hair. He chuckled at your slightly buckling knees, and a wonderful idea flashed through his head.

He threw one of your legs atop his shoulder, and his heart nearly gave out from the sheer joy of seeing you spread like this. The new position allowed him deeper access into you, and a lone finger soon replaced his tongue’s sinful ministrations as the latter wrapped and toyed with your puffed-up bud. A full moan lapsed out of you in earnest and you unknowingly tightened around his digit. Link’s cock tented painfully against his pants, but he was set on having you cumming all over his face before he even thought about touching himself.

One of your hands anchored itself in his hair, knotting his disheveled locks into messy bunches that only grew wilder the faster he went. Uneven, haggard breaths and pleas for more echoed off his walls and Link had never been more pleased to carry out a request. His fingers and tongue would take turns wrecking you, never giving your poor clit and drenched entrance a break as he tongue-fucked and fingered you closer and closer to blissful oblivion. Link knew the milky white end was in sight, and he eagerly pressed his tongue flat against your cunt.

“Cum for me… Fuck, give it to me. I need you to cum in my mouth…”

His filthy request buzzed mind-shattering tingles to the deepest parts of your core, finally tipping you over the edge. You fell from a high you’ve never experienced before and your orgasm was borderline violent. A silent scream left your gaped mouth and you collapsed, panting, quivering. Link’s heart and ego swelled at your blissed out face as he leisurely wiped the juices dribbling down his chin. He scooted closer to you and pressed a deep kiss against your lips, leaving traces of you in your mouth. He pulled away with a pop, a smile, and an effortless huff as he carried you to his bed.

You were still fighting to regain some semblance of normal breathing when he set you down on his sheets. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled away, taking a moment to relish in how you looked in your sensual vulnerability. His pulse quickened and his pants tightened further, eager for release, but Link was patient. He waited for your breathing to slow, caressing your cheeks and cooing praises into your ears. His tenderness was enough to almost lull you to sleep.

“(F/N)…” Adoration dripped from his tone. “Can we go further?”

You opened your eyes slightly and practically melted from the gentleness in his voice and the care in his eyes. With a soft, albeit tired smile, you nodded and traced small circles into his cheek. Puppy-like enthusiasm exuded off him and he kissed the tip of your nose, plucking a small giggle out of you.

“Just relax… I’ll take care of you.”

He worked the hem of your dress into a bulky bunch by your hips before throwing the whole thing over your head and gently discarding it on the floor. A soft, wonder-filled smile cracked his lips as he drank in all of you.

“You look beautiful… You are beautiful…” He murmured to the air, voicing his most private thoughts aloud. A slightly pruned finger traced down your sides. A shiver ran through your body and his name whimpered out of your mouth.

“Say it again.” He breathed shakily. “My name. Say it again.”

“Link…” You flushed under his piercing gaze. His expression flickered darkly for just a moment before his eyes crinkled warmly.

“You have the prettiest voice, you know that?” He nuzzled into your neck. “I can listen to you for hours.”

“Link…” You cradled his face in your palms. “You don’t… have to hold back. I’ll let you know if anything hurts.”

His eyes widened before a small chuckle left him.

“We’ll get there eventually, I promise. For now though…” His lips coupled with yours in tender obsession. “I want to make you feel good tonight.”

While his lips reunited with your own, his fingertip traced lazy patterns from your chest, down to your stomach with swirly circles, and finally in between your legs. He moved his hands with battle-hardened precision, skirting around your still-pulsing clit, being extra careful not to overstimulate you yet. The simple trail coaxed the neediest whine out of you and you jutted your hips up and down, side to side. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

“Eager, are we?” He purred, skimming the surface of his lips on your cheek before redirecting his efforts towards your nipples.

"Gods, look at you... You're so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me." His tongue swirled and sucked the perked bud while your other nipple rolled in between his thumb and index. He dragged the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other, repeating the process again and again until he was satisfied with the glistening rawness. A long moan, honeyed with need and fringed with desire, escaped you as your back arched in toe-curling pleasure.

His fingers hastened their movements, circling the hardened pearl with calloused finger pads and teasing your slit, sometimes dipping the beginnings of a finger past its entrance. But it was never enough. Never, ever enough. Your pleas and cries and begging only sent Link further down this power trip, molding your sex-steeped senses however he wanted until you were a sobbing, hiccuping mess.

“Please Link…” You sputtered in between sobs, the knot in your gut constricting and loosening in sync with his tease. “I need you inside, please, please, please…”

“Shh…” He murmured, silencing your chants with a soft kiss. “Patience.”

“Link, please, I-I can’t—“

“Yes you can. Just a little more… Show me more of those lewd expressions.” A rough pinch on your clit scored a scream out of you and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Good girl… So pretty for me. You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Gods, yes! I’m all yours Link, so please—“

Your voice sputtered to a stop, caught in edged ecstasy as the friction you had been craving for for the past Hylia-knows-how-long was suddenly served at blinding speeds.

“This is what you wanted, right?” He cooed, his chill tone contrasting the growing flush in his cheeks. You squirmed and writhed uselessly under him as your mind blanked and reeled from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“T-Too fa— Link, you’re—! I’m—!”

You were practically catapulted into your next orgasm, but despite your shaking release, Link never let up—in fact, he picked up his pace until veins marbled the surface of his arms. Another orgasm was ripped out of you, then another, and another, all while Link whispered,

"Oh, sweet girl, I know you can do it. I know you can cum one more time... Just one more, c'mon..."

Nothing else mattered to you at that moment. Nothing in the world could pull you out of the ecstasy Link had so readily given you. The only sensations you were capable of feeling were the coiling and spasming release of your gut as the man before you worked you into a mindless little thing. Link’s heart swelled at the fucked-out, dazed look on your face and he finally released his cock from its clothed prison.

"Do I have permission to fuck you senseless?" He husked into your ear, tending to his weeping cock with the residual slick left on his fingers. You nodded your head vigorously, dumbed down to your most base desires.

He slotted himself in between your legs, rubbing and dipping his tip a little bit past your entrance before his patience snapped in time with his hips. A gaspy whine rasped out of both of you, thickening to sweet, candied moans for more.

You were so tight… So warm... So wet… He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing—a concentrated attempt to not just immediately cum on the spot. Link stretching you out choked a groan out of you and your arms clung tightly about his neck, clawing desperate lines into his back.

"Gods, you feel so good... So tight for me... You're just made for me, aren't you? Made to take my cock..."

His fingers doled soft dips into your hips, coaxing the tight muscles into releasing their tension. All you could do was nod fervently, your voice too hoarse and mind too fogged to formulate any words. Link pervaded every single one of your thoughts, and all you could really muster was a gaze into his darkened blues, glazed over with lust. It took every ounce of mental fortitude to keep Link from pounding you into his bed; he softly kissed away the tears that threatened to spill.

"I'm gonna start moving now... Are you ready?"

A nod; Link positioned himself until your noses were almost touching, braced his hands on either side of your head, and slowly rocked his hips. The simple, fluid motion ellicited a moan out of the man and a whine out of you, electric pleasure shocking you to your core. His watchful gaze gauged your reactions, your comfort always at the forefront of his mind.

He flooded you with kisses and deluged your senses in heartfelt tenderness. Your head rolled into his arm, nuzzling him, and he smiled softly.

"You're so cute... My heart just explodes whenever I see you..."

"Liiink..." You reached up to caress his cheek. He pressed further into your hand before turning his head and kissing your fingers.

"You're perfect. Everything about you is gorgeous." He breathed, his hips slipping into a racy tempo. Your breasts pooled and trembled with each thrust, which didn't go unnoticed by the starved knight. Sounds of wet suckling filled his room, accompanied by your airy mewls and calls for his name.

"Say my name..." He growled into your chest, eyes flitting to look at you through quivering lashes. "Say it again."

"Link..." You squeaked, hiding the lower half of your burning face behind trembling hands.

"Louder." A hand clutched your wrists and dragged them down, fully exposing your slutty expressions to his hawkish eyes.

"Link...!"

"Louder." He scurried to the crook of your neck and bit down. "I want everyone in this castle to know who's fucking you breathless."

"L-Link!"

His pace quickened, the steady rhythm degenerating into wild pistoning. Shaky, uneven breaths stretched into high-pitched whimpers while his hand fondled your abused clit, repeating the circling motion that had you seeing stars several minutes (hours?) ago. His lips traced the shell of your ear, your jaw, down your neck, and finally your lips. Again and again, his mouth met yours in messy passion, each kiss more crazed than the last. He pulled away just enough to see your sloppy expressions, a thin strand of spit connecting your moistened tongues.

"Can you cum for me one more time? Just one more, I promise."

"I can't, I can't—Link, I'll die—“

"No you won't, love." He crooned. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, just in time to see stars exploding into a symphony of colors. "Just one more. I know you can do it."

Your face scrunched in response to the nearing summit, the precipice that you had been thrown over more times than you could count. You could feel your core spasming and knotting and folding in on itself; Link was totally immersed, body and soul, in your essence as he neared his own powerful climax.

"You're all mine." He panted, his hips accentuating each word with increasing ferocity. "Mine, mine, mine."

A tremor unlike anything you've ever felt before rattled your bones. A voice unrecognizable to you called for Link as you released all over his twitching cock and sheets. Your violent clenching rocketed Link to cloud nine, who pulled out just in time to cover you with thick, white ribbons. His warmth splattered onto your thighs, your stomach, your chest—all of which still tingled from his earlier acts.

His quaking frame crumbled, landing squarely on top of you. Your breaths hitched and mixed with each other, and a satiated silence enveloped the room. Once Link had mostly recovered, he heaved himself off of you and draped a lazy arm over your spent form.

"Are you okay?" He rasped, smoothing the sweaty nest that your hair had become. "Let me clean you up."

You tried to lift an arm—a finger even—to assure Link that you were okay but gods if you had to exert any more effort you were certain you would disintegrate. Link swung his legs over the bed, tripped into his boxers, and hobbled over to a pitcher sitting on his desk. The clear sounds of liquid life flowing into a bowl were like music to your ringing, pulsing ears.

In just a few moments he was by your side, bowl, towels, and cups in hand. You tried to sit up, but the bed stuck to your back like a bond that could not be broken. The rough cloth gingerly wiped away Link's earlier messes, and he dipped the other towel in the bowl before patting your face with the same degree of care. The cool water against your flushed skin sent pleasant jolts through your body.

"How are you feeling?" He asked again, pressing his palm into your cheek and pulling you up to drink. "Are you hurt anywhere? Was I too rough?"

You took the most refreshing swig of water in your life, feeling your parched throat soften enough for use.

"I'm okay, Link." You croaked at last. How long had it been since you last spoke coherent sentences? "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Of course." His warm smile alighted butterflies in your stomach; however, his features faltered slightly and his eyes turned downcast. "I, um..."

Quiet hesitance warbled his voice into a gut-wrenching tune; you gently cupped his hands, running your thumbs over each scar as you steadily held his gaze.

"I don't want this to be a one-time thing, I want..." He sucked in a quivering breath. "To be with you."

A kiss, soft and sweet, silenced all the doubt pounding away in his chest. Your lips moved purposefully, taking time to convey all the pent-up feelings that had been swirling inside you for so long. You dangled your arms behind his neck as you pulled away, your eyes fluttering open to meet his blown-out pupils.

"I want to be with you too."

Relief unfurrowed his brows and relaxed his jaw.

"Really...?"

"Yes! Though to be honest, I've always pictured our first few moments together as a couple in a more... innocent setting." You gestured to... everything and Link's belly flexed in laughter.

"So did I. But gods..." His lips ghosted the curve of your shoulder, traveling up your neck, and ending at your ear. "You felt so good, (F/N)..."

"L-Link..." You whimpered, your body lowering back down while your now-lover towered above you. Without warning, an arm snaked under your knees and the other wrapped behind your back. With a yelp, you spilled into his arms and two towels fell into your lap.

"The baths are just around the corner." A soft warmth bloomed on the center of your forehead. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we?"

♤♢ ~ bonus scene ~ ♡♧

"Your Highness, are you sure about—?"

"Yes, yes! I've already got it all figured out. All you have to do is pack your things and go!" Zelda shoved two official-looking documents into your arms and scooted you and Link closer to the door. Your dug heels were no match for the princess's sudden prowess.

And what could those documents possibly be?

Why, records of a cabin rental in Faron Woods, of course!

"B-But what about Link? He's your personal knight, after all."

"I've already arranged security details with one of the squadrons. They will be watching over me until you both get back. In regards to who will be overseeing your duties, I have a few staff members who will help me keep track of everything."

"Your Highness—"

"It's decided!" Zelda exclaimed with more effort, her energy sapped from lugging two unwilling bodies. "You both have been working so hard, so I've been thinking about giving you a weekend off for awhile. Now that you're a couple, this is a perfect chance to have your own little romantic getaway!"

"Wait, Princess Zelda..." Link started slowly, the gears in his head churning away. "It says here there’s only one bed. If you didn't know we were a couple until now... Why did you prepare a cabin with a single bed for the two of us?"

"That...!" Though your back was toward the royal, you could clearly see the 'oh shit' expression on her face. The corner of Link's mouth twitched into an amused smile while your cheeks scarleted.

"Zel, I swear to Hylia, I'm—"

"—gonna have a wonderful time in the woods where you can be as loud as you want. Farewell, and safe travels!"

With one last push, Zelda managed to shove the two of you out of her office before a resounding slam sounded the finality of her decision. But Zelda's closing remarks hung in the air, thickening the atmosphere in blood-chilling realization.

"What's wrong?" Link's sing-song voice mismatched the gravity of of the situation.

"Oh gods... Oh gods oh gods oh gods... How many people do you think heard us last night?"

"Enough for the whole castle to know who fucked you breathless." His face lowered until you were eye-level with his mischievous simper.

"Link!"

"Her Highness was right—you are fun to tease."

"LINK!!!"

[archangeldyke-all]

teacher reader and teacher sev finding out about jinx’s crush on the new boy at school (ekko). i feel like sevika would be the type of teacher to purposely assign them seats together to watch how their relationship would unfold ☺️

GAHHHHHHHH CUTE (i'm obsessed with this little story hehehe)

men and minors dni

sevika finds you in the teachers lounge, a mischievous smile on her face. "you got jinx next period, right?" she asks.

you snort. "yeah, why?"

sevika kisses your cheek in greeting before sitting beside you, propping her feet in your lap. ran rolls their eyes and pretends to gag. you laugh.

"i think she's got a crush."

"what?! on who?" you ask.

one of the best parts of your job is watching teenage romance blossom between your students. despite the fact that sevika acts like she doesn't care, from the giddy giggles she's letting out right now, you know she does.

"y'know the new kid? ekko?" she asks.

you snort. you do know the new kid. he was home-schooled by his parents most his life, but he's decided to finish out his high school education at zaun high, wanting to experience a 'real' school before getting sent off to college. he's a sweet boy, he's already asked you about joining the 'volunteer club' you run every wednesday after school, and he's always excited to talk about the reading assignments in your class.

"what makes you say that?" you ask.

"she actually ran laps today to keep ekko company. apparently, she's appointed herself to be his 'school guide' until he gets used to things."

you giggle. "maybe she's just being friendly."

sevika gives you a deadpan look. "baby. it's jinx."

you laugh. "alright, alright. i'll see what i can do." you promise.

sevika corners you again after school, while you're straightening up your classroom.

"so, whaddya think?!" she asks, sitting criss-cross on one of your student's desks. you giggle.

"i think you're onto something. i put the kids in pairs today to edit their essays. jinx and ekko were giggling the entire time."

sevika grins. "i knew it!"

you laugh and approach your girlfriend, kissing her forehead. "you're a genius. they're pretty cute together, too."

sevika hums. "are you done here yet? i wanna take you out for dinner."

over the weeks, you and sevika make little changes in your classrooms to nudge ekko and jinx closer to one another.

sevika conveniently assigns them as partners for most of the drills she forces the kids to do. you assign them desks beside one another. you even get ran and mel in on it, both of them pulling strings in their own classes, too.

ekko drags jinx to voulenteer club every wednesday, and sevika says jinx has been hanging around during the boys' baseball practice to watch him play.

the first time you catch the two of them holding hands down the hall, you almost break your neck with how fast you run to the gym to tell sevika the news.

"woah, easy there tiger!" she laughs as she catches you when you stumble. you giggle, kiss her cheek then tell her the news.

"jinx and ekko were holdin' hands." you say.

sevika grins. "fuck, really?! i told you!"

by the time it's homecoming season, the pair have made it official.

you and sevika watch ekko and jinx slow dance from the corner of the gym where you're supposed to be chaperoning. you giggle.

"they're gonna get married one day." you say. sevika snorts.

"they're sixteen!"

"look at 'em!" you laugh, gesturing to the couple. ekko's giggling as jinx twirls him under her arm, and she chuckles as he swoops back around and kisses her cheek. "they're clearly soulmates." you say.

sevika snorts. "well, if they do make it to marriage, we deserve an invite to the wedding." she mutters. "we're the whole reason they're together in the first place."

"do you think they know all the little tricks we pulled to get 'em together?" you ask.

sevika snorts. "hell no. i've done everything i can to make them think that i find them disgusting."

you cackle, then pinch sevika's ass. she jumps and glares at you. you giggle and blow her a kiss as you jog away to the other side of the gym to stop some freshmen from spiking the punch bowl.

kofi

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[deuxcherise]

Squish Them! (All)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, Love and Deepspace, probably a little OOC for all of them, All x Reader, Reader can be MC or not, Reader has different personalities (?) with each LI, suggestive (b-because Xavier and Sylus! (˶˃ ˂˶)/ ), a little Caleb angst (because he… I think he deserves to be pinched… yeah <(≖3≖)> ), implied yandere content, added photos (didn't have two-handed squishing photos so I went with the palm interaction (੭;´-`;)੭♡ ) A/n: So I saw a short from the game Wuthering Waves of Phoebe’s cheeks being squished. So I thought, the LIs in Love and Deepspace are pretty squishable too. Especially Rafayel. Especially him… Squishy fish… hehehe~ Masterlist

💫Xavier💫

Squish~

You gently cupped his cheeks, enjoying the warmth against your palms. It was easy to get access to them, considering he slept for most of the day. It was like taking candy from a baby. A sleeping baby.

“Mm…”

Your grin spread so wide across your face, one might have thought you were having evil thoughts as you pressed his cheeks together. You had only planned on feeling his cheeks against your palm, but with him deep in sleep, wasn’t it okay to get a little greedy?

Squish squish squish.

“Hn?”

Blue eyes fluttered open, having felt his face was being compressed and released over and over. Once he realized it was you, his eyes glittered with sleepy adoration as he reached up and cupped your own cheek. You close your eyes in delight.

And so… you spend some time just squishing each others’ cheeks~

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“Eh? How did you…” you trailed off, having suddenly been placed underneath him.

“Mm, I think I want to squish something else now…”

“Like wh- Oh…” Heat travels up your cheeks when you feel his hands trail downward from your face. “Okay…”

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☃️Zayne☃️

He had once told you that he was born an adult and therefore could never understand children' s games. And as your childhood friend and physician, you knew that he sort of expected the same maturity from you, considering you were just a few years apart in age.

But maturity be damned!

You were going to squish those cheeks, if that was the last thing you’d do!

“And what are you accomplishing by… doing so?”

You pouted. “It would cure my illness”

“Illness?” He raised an eyebrow. “As your primary physician, I can assure you that you are as healthy as one can be. Aside from your chronic heart condition, that is.”

“But Za- I mean, Dr. Zayne. It’s true! If I am not able to squish your cheeks on time…” You dramatically drape an arm over your eyes, leaning your body against one of the armrests of your chair. “I fear I may turn into dust.”

Behind his glasses, his eyes are focused on some paperwork, though he does spare a quick glance at you in regards to your devastating comment about disintegrating.

“(Y/n), that won’t happen.”

He would never let that happen, not in a million years. Never. Not while he’s still alive and kicking. He’d curse the heavens and take on whatever retribution they’d have for him if they took you away just like that. You have no idea the depth of how he feels for you, but it would be like staring into an abyss… The fact that you would dare even imagine such a thing… Should he-

You double down. “But I can feel it! Just this morning, I looked at my fingers and there was dust! Only you can cure me! Only you!”

Your words sent an arrow straight from Cupid to his heart, but as always, he plucked it out and reinforced the icy wall around it.

“... Are you asking me to diagnose you with Munchausen Syndrome?”

“Munch- Wait, no! Zaaayne. It’ll just take a minute- a second! Just a moment. It’ll be so quick, you won’t feel a thing.”

Well… he supposed, it wouldn’t hurt to indulge you once in a while.

He sighed, resting his glasses on the table. He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk to kneel at your side. With a small smile on his mouth, he gently grabbed your hands before placing this on his cheeks.

“Cured?”

You nodded excitedly, finally having access to the source of your daily physical affection today.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of your hands.

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Squish squish squish.

“I thought you said it’ll only take a second.”

You purse your lips. “This is a chronic disease and I must keep squishing to build resistance.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm. Aaand in return, I’ll give you macarons~”

He hummed. “I see that you have insurance in-network with us. All of your fees for today will be covered.”

“Hehe~”

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🐡Rafayel🐡

“Please!”

“No!”

“Please!”

“No!”

“Fine!”

The both of you turned away and pouted at each other’s stubbornness.

For you, it was a matter of denial. If one’s cheeks aren’t squishable, then why squishy-shaped? How frustrating!

For him, it was a matter of… well, sometimes people don’t like being squished! Especially a highly esteemed Lemurian such as himself.

“Meow~”

The hairs on the back of Rafayel’s neck shot straight up at the sound of the wicked monster who had somehow infiltrated his studio and he looked, only to find you on your way to pet the thing. “Wha- What are you doing? Don’t go near that… that thing!”

You ignored him, petting your fingers through the cat’s long fur and tail. Once the cat allowed you to pet its face, your heart melted at the sight of the cat purring with its small and chubby cheeks in your fingers. “Hehehe~”

Suddenly the cat ran away just as a shadow appeared over you. You looked up to find Rafayel’s giving you the biggest pout and indignant eyes you have ever seen.

“Here!” he said reluctantly, crouching down to grab your hands. He placed them against his cheeks. “Instead of petting that monster, you should be petting me.”

You contain your laughter at his cute jealousy as you squished his cheeks to your delight~

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Squish squish squish.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

“Noooo!”

“Meow!”

“How did it get back in!?”

“See? If you don’t let me squish them, the cat will keep coming back.”

“Why!?”

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🐦‍⬛Sylus🐦‍⬛

The leader of the Onychinus was not a man known for being cuddly or soft. No, he was known as a man whose hands were stained with blood, and whose presence always invited chaos. It was not he who thrived in the darkness of the N109 Zone, but rather it was the N109 Zone that thrived under his command.

Just as sharply as he dressed and as dangerous as his usual demeanor in dealing with miscreants, his very angular features didn’t exactly spark your instinct to squish his cheeks. At least, the cheeks on his face.

…..

Not that you’re interested in touching him at all in the first place! His nonchalance and ability to move you as he pleased, like a piece on a chessboard, made you want nothing to do with him, lest he take advantage of you. Again. Like he always does!

…..

Okay, well actually you were curious as to what squishing his cheeks would be like. Would they be as hard as rocks or would they be hollow like balloons? They say curiosity killed the cat, but you’re not a kitten, like how he keeps calling you that for some reason. But if you were supposed to be a type of cat, you would totally be a tigers and tigers can’t be tamed so easily, so you should be alright… right?

“And what exactly are you doing, kitten?”

Your hands kept reaching up with open palms before closing into fists and backing down, over and over as you internally debated whether or not it was wise to satisfy your urge to squish. “Wondering what it would feel like to crush a man’s bones.”

“Is that so? Hm. Any particular man in mind?”

“... Perhaps.”

Sylus chuckles, resting a hand on his hip. “Is it… anyone in this room at the current moment.”

“Hm… I believe so. Unfortunately, I’m afraid I’m far too kind for my own good. I think I’ll spare his dignity this one time.” You began to turn, planning to head out and rethink this whole ordeal, until a few of his red and black tendrils stopped you in your tracks.

“Hm… Why don’t you look me in the eye and tell me what you want exactly? I can tell you have something that can’t be satisfied easily. At least… by anyone but me.”

You bit your bottom lip as you released a sigh and turned back around to face him. You opened your mouth confidently. “I just wanted to-” You tried to clear your throat, the words having been accidentally caught back there.

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately?) for you, his right eye saw all of your hidden desires regarding him. While he filed away the more… impure ones for a later time, he decided to address the most immediate one by grabbing your wrists and placing his cheeks in your palms. All with that damn smirk.

You gave in, brushing your thumbs against his smooth skin, envious of whatever his skin routine was. 

Squeeze.

Just like you had assumed, his cheeks weren’t exactly as squishy as yours, but they did have some give. It was mostly muscle though. Totally, not worth the trouble at all! Why did you hesitate in the first place?

After a moment or two, he shifted his face and held the back of your hands to kiss both of your palms.

“That was unnecessary,” you retorted.

“Oh, I beg to differ.”

“... Then beg.”

“Well… Since you asked-”

“Forget it!” you squeaked, snatching back your palms and quickly retreating into the hallway as far as you can.

He didn’t follow luckily. And so, the both of you went back to your own tasks for the day.

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Later that evening, he suddenly appeared and hoisted you up onto his arm, smiling to himself as if he was the cat that got the cream.

“W-what are you doing?” you asked, confused.

He stopped in the middle of the hallway. “Do you not want to…?” he smirked at you with a raised eyebrow.

It took you a moment before heat went up to your cheeks. “Sylus!”

“Well? If you don’t, I’ll put you down right now. But if you do…”

You cover your face with your hands. “... I want to.”

“Hm.” He smiled as he continued down the hallway towards his bedroom.

Gosh darn it!

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🍎Caleb🍎

“Lemme squish your cheeks!”

Is what you would have said to Caleb, if it was before the explosion incident. However, that was a time you could no longer return to. Not when so much had changed. Not when you knew too much.

You sat on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Your hands flexed and relaxed as you imagined something soft and malleable underneath them.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

He left you at home again. All alone with just the sound of the clock to accompany you and the vast space of the living room.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It was safe to say, you were bored more than anything, having nothing to pass the time with.

If you had your phone, you could’ve played some solitaire or one of the new idle games. But no, he took that away, claiming that you could be tracked and robbed without his presence at home. That was fine.

If you were able to access the TV, you probably could’ve watched the cooking channel for new recipes or reruns of old movies, or even the news if they didn’t have any decent channels. But no, he took that away, claiming the reports Skyhaven broadcasted were just full of lies that’ll pollute your fragile mind. That was… okay.

If you could have some knitting needles or perhaps some pencils, pens, and paper, maybe you could’ve entertained yourself with silly arts and crafts or even just writing down your thoughts. But no, he didn’t bother supplying you with such tools in case you decided to harm yourself… It severely irked you, but you suppose you could put up with it. For now.

You looked over at a corner of the room, eyeing the camera there. Then you looked at another corner, finding another camera. Then you thought about the ones in your room, his room, and also the bathroom. No matter where you went, seeing as he made sure it was impossible to leave this house, there would always be a camera watching you. And behind that camera, would be his eyes. You could feel them.

Why couldn’t he let you have your thoughts at least!? Your privacy!? What was wrong with him!? Isn’t this all too extreme!?

He should be punished.

Beep!

Your head jerked towards the front door, before you stood up to greet the colonel who walked in. His purple eyes immediately found yours and a smile bloomed over his frown.

“I’m home.”

“.....”

You ran over to him, claws stretched out. He didn’t stop you, opening his arms for your embrace. When you reached him, your hands found their way to his cheeks and they performed their judgement.

“Owie. Hey, don’t squish so hard, (Y/n)- Ow!”

Indignant, your fingers relentlessly pinched and squished his cheeks until they turned as red as the apples he so enjoyed.

That was all you could do. Any other action, like attempting to wrap your hands around his neck or headbutting him, would have triggered his gravity evol, and you couldn’t bear being locked up in your room again.

“I’m sorry for being late. They had me working overtime. Ow.”

“.....”

“Owie. I’m sorry.” He grabbed your hands and forced them away from his abused cheeks, using his evol for assistance. “Forgive me?”

“.....”

Never.

Even without words, he knew. And like always, he ignored it.

Such is life in Skyhaven.

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“Would you like braised pork tonight?”

“.....”

“Alright, braised pork, it is. Salad?”

“.....”

“Oh, we don’t have any dressi- Ow ow! Okay!”

[harunayuuka2060]

Chubby MC: *glares at Azul with wide, angry eyes*

Azul: ...

Azul: I have no excuses.

Chubby MC: ...

Chubby MC: *sigh*

Azul: ...

Azul: Are you still mad?

Chubby MC: YES!

Chubby MC: Do you have any idea how I tried to convince them to revoke the marriage?!

Chubby MC: We had a drinking contest, and I almost fucking won!

Azul: ...

Azul: How did you lose?

Chubby MC: The aunties joined.

Azul: ...

Azul: *bursts out laughing*

Chubby MC: *frowns*

Chubby MC: You've got no right laughing.

Azul: Y-Yes... *still wheezing*

Chubby MC: ...

Floyd: Beluga-chan~.

Chubby MC: Hey, Floyd.

Floyd: Are you still mad~? *sits next to them*

Chubby MC: ...

Chubby MC: Both of them didn't think this through.

Floyd: ...

Floyd: Hehe~ Beluga-chan, you're being negative again~.

Floyd: Jade and Vivi had planned this all along.

Chubby MC: Yeah, sure.

Floyd: Eh~ What's that~? You think I'm pulling your tail~?

Chubby MC: No. But think about it, they settle with me. WITH ME.

Floyd: Hehe, yes~. And they hit a jackpot~. Actually, me too~.

Floyd: I've become your brother-in-law~.

Chubby MC: ...

Chubby MC: *pinches his cheek*

Floyd: Ehh~ Beluga-channn~.

Chubby MC: I won't forgive Jade just because you're acting cute.

Floyd: Hehehe~.

Chubby MC: ...

Jade and Vivienne: ...

Chubby MC: I can't promise I'll be the best spouse.

Jade: It's fine. You're already perfect. *smiles*

Chubby MC: *frowns*

Vivienne: ...

Vivienne: MC, if you are attempting to dissuade us from continuing this marriage with you, you should try harder.

Jade: I hate to agree with her, but she's right.

Jade: You can never escape us.

Chubby MC: I get that, alright.

Chubby MC: Though I have one request.

Jade and Vivienne: What is it?

Chubby MC: ...

Chubby MC: Once you're discontented with me, you'll leave me alone.

Jade and Vivienne: ...

Vivienne: That's not a difficult request.

Jade: Not difficult at all.

Chubby MC: ...

Azul: ...

Azul: What now?

Jade and Vivienne: *came to visit him again*

Jade: Business as usual.

Vivienne: Yes.

Azul: ...

Azul: *sigh* Alright. Let's hear it.

[fettuccin-e]

Tag-Teaming

Kinktober Day 5: Threesome

Tags: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Reader x Santiago "Pope" Garcia, afab!fem!reader, tag-teaming, unprotected piv (wrap it up gang dont be dumb), fingering and oral (f!recieving), Santi and Frankie both have filthy mouths how dare they (w/c: 1.1K)

A/N: I have been wanting to write a Santi x Frankie x Reader fic for forever okay and kinktober really gave me an excuse, but writing threesomes is so HARD (in more ways than one hehehe) so props to anyone who can write threesomes regularly because it's so difficult. Anyway these two can sandwich me between them anytime (I have been following prompts from this list by @flightlessangelwings!)

It shouldn’t surprise you how good they are together, how well they work. They’re a team. They've always been a team. Why would this be any different?

But fuck, it’s so much different experiencing it, not just seeing it in the field. Frankie plastered against your back, your legs braced over his thighs as he spreads you apart, spreading you so wide for Santiago. Fucking Santi, his cock pressed so deep inside you it’s like you can’t breathe, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips as he breaks you open around him.

“Fuck her harder Pope,” Frankie grumbles, pinching your aching clit between two wonderfully calloused fingers. “Fuck her like you goddamn mean it.” His voice in your ear, his filthy fucking mouth, make your cunt clench around Santi’s cock, and the man groans at both the feeling and Frankie’s command, pounding his cock into you hard.

Frankie rubs furiously at your clit, sending your back arching against his chest, gasping for air. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Let yourself fuckin’ feel it. Santi’s cock feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“God, yes, oh my fucking God,” you whine. Santi chuckles, all smugness and delirious pleasure. He rocks into you at an angle that has him jamming into your sweet spot relentlessly. “He feels so fucking good, ‘s so fucking big.”

Santi leans forward again, capturing your lips with his. “You think I’m big, hermosa, I can’t wait to see how you take Frankie’s cock. He’s gonna split you apart, stretch this pussy so fuckin’ wide,” Santi mutters against your mouth.

The thought makes you moan, pressing back against the unmistakable length of Frankie's cock, hard and aching, pressed against your skin. You hear Frankie suck in a labored breath, his fingers pausing on your clit. “You wanna cum, sweetheart?" Santi says, his voice dark with promise. "Get all loose to take Frankie so deep in this little cunt?”

This time, Frankie groans from behind you, deep and rumbling. The sound is intoxicating, especially as his fingers start rubbing at your pussy all over again. An endless mantra of “please, please, please,” escapes from your lips, and Santi growls, fucking into you so hard it makes tears spring to your eyes. You claw at Santi’s back, into Frankie’s forearm, gripping onto them both for dear life.

“C’mon, baby, cum on Santi’s cock, bet you look so pretty when you do. Wanna feel this pretty pussy clench around his cock,” Frankie murmurs darkly in your ear. He snakes his other hand up for body, pinching one of your nipples between his fingers. “Don’t you want to see Santi cum, cariño? Won’t he look so pretty?” 

A look up at Santi, his curls drenched with sweat, flush high on his cheeks as his hips work between yours, has you nodding furiously at Frankie’s words, and fuck, you’re cumming at the sight of him, of Santi, so beautiful and debauched between your thighs. Your body locks up with it, your pussy clenching around his length still working into you, Frankie holding you tightly to his chest as Santi fucks you through it.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it,” Santi growls, pressing himself as deep into you as he can, his hips twitching as he fills you up. And God, Frankie was right, Santi is beautiful, twitching through his orgasm, jaw clenched and pupils blown wide. He leans forward to kiss you in a way that is fucking filthy, licking into your mouth desperately, swallowing your moans. You breathe together through it, and when you finally stop trembling, Santi pulls away from your mouth with a feral grin.

“Wanna give Fish a turn, baby?” he whispers, and you manage to mumble a yes, even though your brain has been turned to mush. Santi chuckles, the smug bastard, and slips out of you, the emptiness making you whimper.

“I know, bebita, I know,” Santi says, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Frankie’s gonna fill you up again, I promise.”

You lift your hips, turning  your head to press a kiss to Frankie’s lips as Santi grabs Frankie's cock, pressing the tip to your entrance. Fuck, it’s thick, popping past your entrance as you sink your hips down, down, stretching yourself around him. It seems fucking endless, how deep he reaches into your cunt.

“That’s it, baby, it’s so big, isn’t it?" Santi whispers, "Frankie fills you up so good, yeah? Treats this pretty pussy like it fucking deserves?”

“Santiago.” Frankie growls, his fingers digging into your thighs as you clench around him like a vice at Santi’s words. Fuck, he’s so close already. Watching Pope fuck you already had his cock throbbing beneath you, and now, in the hot clutch of your cunt, he feels like a goddamn virgin. And with Santiago whispering some of the filthiest shit he’s ever heard in his life between the three of you, there’s no way he can last very long.

He’ll make you cum first though. Of course he will.

You nearly scream as Frankie pumps his hips up beneath you, spearing you deep on his cock. He holds tight to your thighs as he pounds furiously in and out of you, ripping you to pieces on top of him. He’s so fucking warm against your back, Santi radiating heat against your front, and you swear to God that you could pass out then and there. Fuck, it’s so good, Frankie’s cock drags against your g-spot with every fucking thrust, unrelenting and utterly debilitating.

And then, Santi lays down on his front, eyes trained on where you and Frankie are connected, and sucks your clit into his hot mouth.

This time, you really do scream, your hands flying down to tangle in Santi’s hair while he licks feverishly at your clit, and you cum, Santi licking between your legs, Frankie pounding up into your cunt. You thrash between them, utterly lost in the feeling of it, hot tears leaking down your cheeks.

“Fuck yes, baby, that’s our good girl,” Frankie groans from behind you.

“Please, please cum Frankie, need you to fucking cum,” you cry, and Frankie has no choice but to follow your orders. He sinks deep inside, biting into your shoulder as he drowns your pussy in his cum. The thought of it mixing with Pope’s inside of you has him shaking through his orgasm.

“God, look at that,” Santi murmurs from between your legs, watching you clench around Frankie so tight he can barely move, cum leaking out around where Frankie is buried deep inside you. His cock twitches at the sight. Later, he thinks, later, we’ll do this again, over and over.

For now, he helps Fish guide you off of his lap, laying you between them. The three of you plaster yourselves against each other, breathing together. A unit, a team. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ccazimi]

cw: just fluff tbh, reader is drunk

a/n: menace reader annoying sukuna cuz i couldn't get this out of my mind (yes this is the same reader that drank his booby milk)

A few too many drinks of sake later, you're rolling around in Sukuna's futon, drunken mind absolutely loving the feeling of his soft and cool silken sheets.

Sukuna watches you like you're some strange creature, standing above you with both pairs of his arms crossed and not entirely sure what to do in this situation. He already had to practically fight you to finally get the flask of sake away from you, so gone that you'd started just pouring the liquid straight from the spout and down your throat.

After that, you'd begged him to take you to his bed. Sukuna had denied you at first, telling you he wasn't going to have sex with you while you were drunk to which you clarified (as best as you could in your state) that you didn't want him, you literally just wanted his bed.

So he'd swung you over his shoulder and hoped you wouldn't throw up on his as he lugged you to his room.

Now here you were, twisting around in the sheets and making an absolute mess of his bed that he liked to keep neatly done.

He catches you sniffing his sheets again, enamored as usual by his smell on them.

"Oi, stop that, brat." He considers if he should start keeping a cup of water around to throw on you as necessary.

At his stern command you pause and turn to look at him before breaking into a fit of giggles while he scowls at you.

Finally he sighs and lowers himself to sit next to you on the futon.

Immediately you wrap your arms around his neck to cling to him as you drape your body over his. "You're soo silly I mean why do you even have four arms, you're like a spider." You laugh at your own words, imagining him as a spider.

"Spiders have eight arms, not four."

"Stupid, stupid! They have eight legs, silly, not arms!" You correct him.

Sukuna doesn't even bother to explain to you how that makes your comparison make even less sense.

And frankly he can't even be annoyed at your nonsense with the way you're dragging your lips across his neck, skimming the skin of his jaw before peppering little kisses along it while you babble nonsense. "So grumpy and mad all the time, my cranky little spider."

He grunts in disapproval but all four of his eyes are following you as your fingertips make their way to the disfigured side of his face, tapping with a fingernail on the hardened material.

"And what the hell even is this?" You slur out before sticking out your tongue and swiping it along the side.

"Its my face. If you have problems with, please feel free to leave it alone."

Sukuna's only half-hoping you'll do as he says, but it becomes full on hoping when your tongue accidentally goes over one of the enlarged eyes on the right side of his face.

"Eugh!" He snaps his head away, blinking furiously from the strange sensation. "You licked my eye woman, can you keep that tongue inside your mouth for once?"

You just giggle some more, before roving it down the side of his face, tracing his tattoos with a wet trail of saliva your tongue leaves behind. "That's not what you said last night."

"You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

You ignore his words, only removing your mouth to pinch his cheek with one hand, the alcohol only increasing the cuteness aggression tenfold. "Soo upset, and you're so cutie with your itchy earrings, hehehe."

Sukuna looks offended almost, at how you're fawning over him like he's a kitten or something. "Cutie" would be the last word anyone else would ever use to describe him.

"They're bones, not earrings. How many times do I have to tell you this?" He huffs.

"I can help you with your itchiness", You announce before fixating on his ears and leaning in to nip at his left lobe.

Sukuna flinches, gritting his teeth at the feeling and trying to tilt his head away. "I really don't need your help with that, brat."

"Where are you goingg?!" You're absolutely enraptured by his ears for some reason, teeth just itching to get on one as you chase it. "Can you stay still?"

"Me?" Sukuna asks incredulously, biting his lips as yours once again attach to his lobe, suckling, nipping, and licking at them.

You don't realize how sensitive the area really is, absolutely unaware of the things its doing to him right now.

One more particularly hard nip and he whimpers, before clamping his teeth down on his tongue.

Unfortunately for him, you notice it even in your wasted state and stop to look slyly at him.

"What was that? Does my grumpy little spider baby like that?" You ask mischievously, devious new thoughts making their way onto your face.

Sukuna's sure he's in for another long night.

[gothic-thoughts]

riding virgin!könig and he’s all overstimulated 😫

hehehe twirling my feet and kicking my hair at my own work 😩

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Body Party

König x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Virgin!König, Drabble

CW: König's perspective, rambling and whimpering, afab parts mentioned, she/her pronouns, occasional German, unprotected cream🥧

Word Count: 777

any German translated by DeepL

It wasn't hard to talk me into this since I wasn't a stranger to trying new things, but now that I was here, it was torture. And I never want it to fucking stop. It had only been about 20 minutes, and it felt like my entire body was on fire.

The way her nails dug into my shoulders.

The way her hips deliberately dropped as she bounced up and down my shaft.

And Mein Gott, the way every plunge was paired with the sound of that plump ass hitting my thighs, a sound that tried to mask the continual squelching of her cunt. It was all just too fucking much.

I couldn't do anything but lean back on my forearms and look up at that beautiful, determined lip-bite with a blank mind. My eyes trail down to the bouncing breasts, plump tummy, then all the way down to that pussy that she was so willing to ruin for my sake. I groan, my muscular thighs tensing under her as I feel more precum spill into her. I didn't even notice that I was drooling, saliva rolling from the corner of my lips as I tried to remember how to speak. Her hips start to slow, the slapping sound of her ass becoming less frequent and making my eyes refocus as my hands shakily lift from the sheets to grip her hips to keep her moving. "N-no Liebling…" I panted, "Don't stop, please~" "I was just checkin' on you, Kö." "I am…" I swallow thickly, clearing my throat, "I am fine, ja, I'm fine." "You had me worried, I was callin' you." "O-oh, sorry Schatz. I… I just, uh--" She cups my cheek and wipes drool from my lip with the pad of her thumb, the gesture making my cock twitch inside her. "Shh. Tell me whatchu want." "J-just need to ground myself, that's all… M-my mind is…"

Without an answer from me, I feel (Y/n)'s right hand leave my shoulder to take my hand and guide it to her boob, allowing me to gently pinch her nipples. "Mmm, there ya go. You was starin' mad hard." "S-sorry, I'm just…" I gulp thickly, "It feels so good, Schatz. Don't know what to do." She laughs, "Don't be sorry, you can grab and touch all you want. Just lay there and lemme do the work, okay big guy?"

I shivered at the nickname— she rarely used it, but when she did, I couldn't help but soften my voice. As if she's decided my fate, (Y/n) presses her hands to my haired chest, feeling my quick heartbeat as she pushes me flat to the bed. I look up at her, gripping the sheets as she lifts and drops her ass for every thrust. I could do nothing but weakly thrust up into her, not even caring that I was out of sync. I felt like I was losing my mind. "A-ah, fuck~" She moans, "That's it, baby, lift 'em like that." "Fuck… M-Mein Gott, don't stop… d-don't." "You're doing so good, so fucking good." "Ja, mein Gott, ja~ Keep… fuck, keep going, Liebling. Please."

A mischievous smirk suddenly spread across her glossed lips as she moans. "Mmph, w-who knew you'd be a whimperer?" "Sh-shut up~" "Nah, it's cute really~" She begins lifting her hips faster, making my cock leak some more, "Big man under someone half his weight and just whining." "F-fuck, Süße(sweetness)... ngh, bitte." "Mm, you sound delicious, baby. Keep going, keep your hands on me, make me ride it." Her teasing finally made me lose control, and without hesitation, I gripped (Y/n)'s hips tightly and sat back up, quickly pumping her up and down my shaft, making us both gasp as she came. She arched backward, balancing herself back on her palms as I continued to effortlessly raise and drop her body on my muscular thighs, loving the sound and feel of quick slapping as her pussy squeezed me so tight my eyes rolled back. I wasn't even worried about fucking her through her orgasm—I just couldn't stop, not when I was so fucking close.

My eyes were clenched shut, unable to make anything besides pants and whines come out as I slammed her down my shaft one last time to cum inside her, spraying every drop with soft whimpers before I fell back to the bed, panting under her. She leans forward and lays on my chest, chuckling breathlessly at me. "S-sorry… I meant to ask if--" "I…" She gulps to catch her breath, "I'm on the pill, baby, don't worry 'bout it. You did so good." "I m-mean, I couldn't think b-but Danke."

[tickly-trashcan]

Secret {Astarion x Reader}

“Why are you staring at me? You’re creeping me out,” Astarion drawled with a raised eyebrow.

You shrugged. “I’m wondering what else you’ve been keeping a secret.”

Astarion huffed out a laugh. “What, you think that because I’m a vampire that I’m untrustworthy? I’m hurt, darling.”

You shook your head quickly, taking Astarion’s hand in your own. “No, it’s not that. I can understand why you kept that secret at first. I’m more curious about… well…”

You fumbled over your words, trying to find out how to phrase it. Astarion smirked and leaned toward you, your faces mere inches apart. “Curious about what, darling? If you’re going to ask about my… preferences, I would like to let you know that I’m open to almost anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You know I wasn’t going to ask about that, shameless flirt.”

Astarion laughed and cupped your cheek. “What can I say? With someone as lovely as you, it’s hard not to flirt.”

A bit of heat touched your cheeks and you smiled. “I was going to ask if there is anything I should be careful of with you. Vampire-related or not, I want to make sure I’m not making you uncomfortable at all.”

Astarion’s eyes widened in surprise, but he was quick to correct his facial expression. He shrugged. “Darling, nothing you could do would make me uncomfortable. If anything, I should be asking you this question.”

You crossed your arms. Astarion sighed. “Well, I’m not fond of pain, but you know this. If you want to be more, erm– physical with me, I would request gentler touch.”

You smiled at that. “You’re a bit of a softie, then?”

Astarion flushed. “Well, I didn’t say that.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close. “What kind of gentle are we talking about? Hugs, kisses, tickles, hand-holding–”

“Since when is tickling considered gentle?”

You looked up at him with a small frown. “It can be very gentle, love. Can I show you?”

Astarion hesitated, but upon seeing the soft look in your eyes, he nodded. You smiled and gently began to trace your hands up his ribs, barely skittering your fingertips as you drew circles and scribbles along his ribs and sides.

Astarion could not hold back a small smile, curling into you as he shook with soft laughter. You grazed his belly and ever so slightly pinched at his hips, making him squeak uncharacteristically.

“Ah–! Hehehe, okahay!” Astarion tapped your shoulder and you ceased your tickling. He did not let go of you, however, still curled against you as you rubbed gentle circles in his back.

“How was that?”

Astarion hummed in contemplation. “Not as agonizing as I imagined. I suppose we could keep that on the list.”

You smiled and pulled out of his embrace to kiss him. He kissed you back, his own hands finding your hips while your lips were locked together. Your breath hitched and he smiled against your lips.

“Now, tell me, darling: how gentle should I be with you?”

[bobbedazzled]

JIRIT-JIRIT

pairing: xavier x reader words: 2.1k content: smut, clueless xavier x clueless reader A/N: how yall like the new look? hehehe | been working on this for ages so I forgot what inspired this | another attempt writing smut scenes but got lazy at the end | you can’t imagine the amount of revision I did | gold stars if you know what the title is

11 PM is prime time for bright ideas. Or, in your case, for stewing in your own frustration. Is it too late to text him? Would he think you’re starting conflict on purpose? Or worse, would he think nothing of it at all?

There are many things in this world left to misunderstand. None quite as unfathomable as Xavier’s absolute inability to recognize a cue. A whole month of his laughter, his embrace, the comfortable atmosphere that blossomed between you and your upstairs neighbor. It wasn’t too soon to ask for more, was it?

Not that you hadn’t tried. Oh, how you tried. If effort alone could guarantee success, you would have been well acquainted with his body by now.

The lingering gazes, the strategically applied lip gloss. The dramatically wistful sighs, carefully timed and placed in aesthetic settings—the softly lit roads on the walk home, the empty hallway outside your apartment, the dim glow of your lamp after inviting him in. All bases loaded, primed for a home run, only to have him pat your head and send you off, declaring how he’s looking forward to seeing you at work tomorrow.

Xavier, for all his many admirable qualities, was as romantically perceptive as a brick wall. It would be easier to physically grab his face and spell it out for him, but you refused to be the one to initiate. Your dream of being swept off your feet by your prince stood tall. It was a matter of principle.

Was.

What broke the camel’s back?

Dinner at yours—a spontaneous “date” that, in all likelihood, was only prompted by the smell of smoke wafting down to your balcony. Still, he had had made the effort to get dressed, and you had changed out of your ratty T-shirt.

Xavier was in an unusually playful mood. He leaned in just a little too close, his breath tickling your cheek in a way that sent involuntary shivers down your spine. He stole bites off your plate, the warmth of his arm behind you pressing gently against your back.

“Do you want another bite?” he asked, offering his fork to you.

You turned with a pout. “I’m not trading with you. I told you my order was better.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, his idle hand resting at your hip. Your breath hitched, your heart drumming in your ears as you turned to meet his gaze—intense, unwavering. The pad of his thumb pressed just a second too long against your skin. He leaned in, his grip tightening. His lips barely parted, and for a moment, you could almost feel the warmth of his breath against your mouth. Anticipation buzzed in your veins, your pulse stuttering as your lips parted instinctively.

And then, as if the universe itself had scripted it for its own amusement, he brought his thumb to his lips instead, tasting the remnants of sauce that had smudged from your mouth. He’s immediately amused by your expression.”Did you need a kiss?” He teased, punctuating it with a light peck between his giggles.

Heat flared up your neck as he pinched your cheek. Was it frustration? Embarrassment? Maybe frustration at the embarrassment. You cooled down for the rest of the night, unmoved by his additional teasing. The tension? Shattered. The moment? Gone. Xavier? Most likely oblivious.

Which made talking about it so much worse.

A Can We Talk text. The situation felt ridiculous to talk about aloud, but slightly less so in writing. So early in the relationship, and here you were, complaining about a lack of intimacy. How could something so small keep you up at night?

He responded fairly quickly—his heart probably hopped right out of his body.

❛❛It’s nothing serious.I’ve just been feeling rejected lately❞t’s nothing serious. I’ve just been feeling rejected lately❞

The note sat on “seen.” The life drained from the room as you stared at the screen, willing his reply bubble to appear. Your heart pounded. His silence prompted you to continue.

❛❛When we're alone, you don’t initiate anything, and when I try to or give you signals it feels like you ignore them on purpose.”

Your fingers hovered over the keys. Too much? Too little? You prayed he didn’t see you as some kind of perv.

❛❛is this an argument?❞

Oh no.

❛❛No!! Not at all!! I’m just saying what I feel. It’s been on my mind for a while and I thought taking about it would help.❞

Thank god for texting—a phone call would have you stumbling to over-explain yourself. You cringed as “seen” burned into your screen again.

❛❛I’m not sure what to say ❞

Ugh.

❛❛I’m sorry for letting it bother you, but I’m confused.Can you maybe put more effort into the signs you give me?I don’t mean to ignore you.❞

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. This was normal. A normal conversation between a new couple. “Nothing wrong with wanting to be wanted,” you muttered to yourself.

❛❛Yea I’ll try.❞

Your heart fluttered as the phone buzzed again.

❛❛Are you still coming over tomorrow?❞

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You sent a good morning text—a rare occurrence, an almost foreign action that felt oddly significant as you hesitated over the send button. It had been a while since you’d bothered with casual affection in digital form, your recent messages reduced to mundane grocery lists, vague reminders, and the occasional exchange of photos. Staring at the screen, you debated adding something more, something lighthearted to smooth over the lingering awkwardness of last night’s conversation, but nothing came.

The day passed in a strange, anticipatory haze. It hadn’t ended badly. last night’s conversation had been clarifying, persistent anxiety still thrummed beneath your skin, needling at your composure as the evening crept closer. You found yourself standing before your closet far longer than necessary, rifling through fabrics and colors with growing exasperation. It was just a movie night, nothing formal, nothing requiring effort.

Yet its casualty depended on you being unbothered, unaffected, as if last night’s confession hadn’t lodged itself deep in your chest. Hangers clattered to the floor as you yanked outfit after outfit from their place, frustration mounting with every rejected option. The absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on you. It was just Xavier.

When you finally arrived at his door, breath slightly unsteady from the internal war you’d waged against your own reflection, he opened it with that familiar, easy smile, a bowl of popcorn cradled in his arm as if the night ahead had not a single thread of tension woven into it.

The routine you shared naturally unfolded. Bantering over snacks, playfully bickering between movie selections, settling into the comfort of familiarity that had always been the cornerstone of your time together. And yet, beneath the practiced rhythm of it all, something simmered—an awareness, an unspoken shift in the air between you.

After the second film, the chatter faded. The room grew still. The silence stretched with something that neither of you quite knew how to address. The glow of the television cast restless shadows across the room, flickering across his face as he turned to you, gaze unreadable. 

“I upset you yesterday.” His voice was soft.

You cringed. “No, not at all. Like I said, I feel—just…”

“undesirable?” he finished. He turned to face you, scanning your features. Your pulse quickened at his unfamiliar expression. His fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you closer. “You don’t know how wrong you are?”

He shifted on the couch until your hips touched, his free hand pressed against the sofa arm, boxing you in. “Wait, Xavier.” One hand braced against his arm while the other ghosted against his lips. His gaze remained locked onto yours as he placed slow, deliberate kisses against your fingers, trailing them down to your wrist. He nuzzled into your skin.

“I know you said it’d feel forced,” he murmured, “but you don’t realize how long I’ve waited for your permission.”

His grip loosened, his hands shifting to your waist, toying with the fabric of your shirt—waiting.

“I thought you were ignoring me,” you admitted, fingers balling up his sleeves.

“Lip gloss isn’t consent.” He chuckled.

You flushed, half-embarrassed, half-surprised at his acknowledgment. His amusement fades as your name escapes his lips in a whisper, heavy with something unspoken lingering between you. His fingers trace slow, reverent lines against your waist, mapping the curve of your body. The room hums with the weight of anticipation, the fragile thread of reserve unraveling with every second that passes.

His gaze flickers between your lips and eyes, searching for hesitation, for restraint, for any flicker of uncertainty—but there is none. Now aware of your feelings, he wastes no time reintroducing himself to your body. Your grip on his sleeve clawing up to the base of his neck as he deepens the kiss. 

He slowly consumes you, noses pressed against one another as your bodies collide against the couch. Frustration builds as he slips between your legs, a hand clawing at the denim, begging for access.

His teeth graze over your lower lip, dragging your mouth agape and slipping his tongue in to explore. The savory taste of popcorn wiping away what flavor was left from your candy. 

He guides you into his lap by your belt loops as he peppered your exposed skin in kisses. “I’ve kept you waiting, haven’t I?” His breath sent ripples through your body, chapped lips moistened by the sweat gathering at your skin. “Is this your way of punishing me?” He smiles, snuggling into your flushed skin as he flicks your waistband.

“We weren’t supposed to do anything tonight.” You counter, heart pounding against his.

A hand drifts down to the curve of your ass. He squeezes through the stiff denim, dragging you forward and over the lump forming underneath his pants.

“And now that I know what you want, you deny me access?”

His body is as hot as yours. You don’t feel him in your shirt, only the fiddling of your bra  back as he searches for the hooks. You press your hands against his chest.

“Xavier, not here—“

You barely finish before he hikes you up into his arms, carrying you to his room in large strides. The bed frame croaks as your back hits the mattress, tousling the bedding as you work at each other’s clothes. The warmth of his breath against your skin, the featherlight pressure of his touch, the heat that pools low in your stomach as his hands tilt you into him. The world outside ceases to exist, swallowed by the steady drum of your pulse, the heady closeness of him, the unspoken devotion woven into the way he holds you.

Your bodies quickly mend together. The anticipation built between you numbing the pain as your body catches up with him. One hand riding up to his hair while the other lays flat on the small of his back, encouraging his slow, shallow thrusts. He fondles the soft flesh of your hips, forcing your hips to meet as he drags deeper inside. Moving together, you can barely make out the lewd praise escaping his lips as the knot in your stomach begins to swell.

Xavier twitches—not long after your body welcomes him, he retreats, uttering a long, throaty groan. You grip around him, begging him to stay, and whining as he trails kisses down your torso. His laughter tickles your stomach as a heavy hand commands you to hold still.

“Shhh, I forgot to greet a guest.”

His lips follow the curve of your mound, wasting no time tasting and teasing the flower blooming before him. Your breathing becomes laborious, the warmth of his tongue sending ripples through your body while the ache of your release lingers.

“More” you moan.

He needs no further guidance, lapping up the sap escaping your slit before dragging up to your bud. His head pokes out from between your thighs, eyes fixed on your expression. The suckling accompanied by the warmth of his tongue manipulating you forces the knot in your stomach to come undone, trembling against his shoulder. As you ride the wave of your release, he emerges from your legs glistening with slick—smearing it on the inner side of your thigh before licking away the leftovers. His touch sends sparks down your spine as he traces up your figure.

His face  finding its way back to yours, sweat mingling as your foreheads press together. “Keep going?” His voice lowered when he spoke, humming pleasantly against your ear. A hand lines up your leg, fitting his shoulder behind your knee. His hips stutter as he strokes himself against your folds, lubing his length with the remnants of your orgasm, teeth grazing your neck as he teases your aching entrance. 

“Should I wait for a signal?”

[auckie]

Hope for the near future: trump continues his trajectory enough that the interest rate lowers and I can refinance. Then, shortly after, people get so fed up that they drag him and a few other guys out and pick them apart like buffalo beetles cleaning a carcass. In the absence of power South American countries put aside their differences and band together to infiltrate our weakened society. A despot ruler is placed in the vacuum named Margarita Mercedes de Jesus de la Paz José-Gonzales-Gonzales, that’s right, a Latina woman dictator, and she’s fat and old and very very cruel. But she likes me. She meets me and goes ay mijita oooh mi carbona muchacha hehehe and pinches my cheek and lets me become her wretched little henchman and I whisper evils into her ear. I would hurt good, hard working white men and women. The moral fibers of middle America so to speak. For no reason. Also I’d ask her to strengthen and expand American railways and make healthcare socialized and restore and expand access to women and trans people’s healthcare and uh yeah all that stuff. Yeah. Anyways she would do it bc I ask so sweetly and she would coo at me and publicly execute my roommates who just jumped. They both just jumped. Like I think they made a ‘whee!’ Sound and jumped at the same time. Rattling my spiders. My spiders on the wall. It’s funny. I can admit it’s funny. But I’m sick of it. Where are you margarita? Come home soon. Please. The American people need you.