#i would be so flustered i would forget my name and everything about me

[cute-cuck-wannabe-wife]

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It was Saturday Mistress V came over for lunch Sir didn't tell me she was coming. I was so flustered. I keep forgetting how stunning she is.

I didn't know what to do or say when she came into the house she was laughing and giggling with Sir as she walked in

I was even still in my normal house clothes sitting on the couch

I just stuttered and stumbled through an hello.She just stood there and looked at me. Sir in the background laughing All she said was that's not very appropriate dress for guests to see you in.

I went bright red and went to get dressed properly. When I came back into the lounge they were sitting together on the couch I was on kissing Sirs hand on her thigh Mistress hands in sirs hair. Eventually I was told to sit down and we chatted about everything After that I made a semi fancy lunch Sir got them drinks. I wasn't allowed of course Mistress then came into the kitchen while I was cooking and made some small talk that's when it was decided that it would be Mistress V and also was told to me I wouldn't be allowed in the bedroom but I could wait outside and listen After she said that she left to explore the house Sir showing her all the rooms and layout I heard the chatting and giggling and kissing Sir then showed her all our toys. She laughed and enjoyed the piggy hood. We sat for lunch all very formal I set the table and dished up served them food and was allowed to join the conversation was quite light my food was complimented that made me beam I offered desert Mistress and Sir said yes and Sir said I wasn't allowed. Looked at Mistress she nodded.

Strip and kneel

I was naked and kneeling as they had desert ignoring me

They went to the lounge after lunch I cleaned up and went into the lounge after. Mistress came up to me and hugged me thanked me for the meal and hospitality. Then handed me a little box. I thanked her and opened it it was a lock. She and Sir laughed. Mistress winked at Sir, sorry told me the rest of the present was in the toy box I brought it through to the lounge I was pink and drippy with fear and excitement

Mistress sat back down and Sir gave me instructions to try it out make sure it fits then to go and clean up so we could get it locked on.

Well I was trembling when I put it on it was like a glove everything just fitted perfectly. I was told to check the lock fitted.... And I've been wearing it since

After that Mistress and Sir put me in the corner and started making out heavily.

Before I knew it they were both naked. Mistress told me to turn around and she made me watch as she sucked Sir. No words were exchanged but I could feel her laughing at me.

They swapped places Sir was licking her pussy as she ran her fingers over her clit. She called me over and put her wet fingers out I licked them clean watching Sir eating her out seeing her body flex and breathing getting heavier.

They eventually couldn't hold it back anymore and went to the bedroom telling me to kneel outside they slammed the door in my face and my god they were animals I started to cry a little as they both called out each others names about 20 min later I was shouted at to bring some water

I was allowed to enter the room it was hot and sticky and smelled like sex

I was in awe Sir was running his hands over her breasts around her nipples.

mistress thanked me for the water and went back to cuddling Sir. I was just in awe of what I saw and felt

[thefrogdalorian]

Din Djarin + Chapter 5: The Gunslinger

[yuujispinkhair]

I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 12

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 6k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes, alcohol. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 15 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

MASTERLIST

When Sukuna and you enter the university holding hands, you know the news will spread fast. You can't help but wonder what kind of gossip people will share about the two of you. After all, Sukuna isn't just anybody but the star player of the most successful ice hockey team this college has had in many decades. And on top of that, he is infamous for being the guy who doesn't date.

Well, things have changed.

You smile softly as you lean into Sukuna's side, resting your head against his buff biceps and feeling his large hand give yours a reassuring squeeze. He is acting his usual self, strutting down this hallway as if he owns it, head held high, arrogant smirk perfectly in place, fixing the people around you with a condescending stare.

But he doesn't even try to keep your new relationship low-key or hide it from the public eye. It makes your stomach flutter as you stroll down the hallway and Sukuna never lets go of your hand. You reach your classroom and Sukuna grins his most charming grin before he leans down to kiss you on the lips, right there in the middle of the hallway for everyone to see.

It's a lingering, slow kiss, leaving no doubt about what it means. Sukuna's large tattooed hand cups your cheek, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, flicking his tongue teasingly against yours before he slowly pulls away with that typical sexy smirk on his handsome face,

"Have fun in class, princess. And don't forget your lunch date with your boyfriend."

He grins at you, the tip of his tongue playing with one of his sharp canines as he watches you with an amused but also intense look.

Boyfriend.

Hearing Sukuna say that word makes your tummy fill with butterflies. A breathless chuckle escapes your lips,

"As if I would ever forget my boyfriend. But just to make sure, why don't you pick your girlfriend up from class?"

You grin up at Sukuna with a racing heart, delighted to see his Adam's apple bob and his long lashes flutter for a moment. You don't seem to be the only one who gets flustered by the use of that new name.

Sukuna's large hand lands on your head, ruffling your hair, before he finally pulls away with a wink and tells you to hurry up so your professor won't have a reason to berate you today.

You have your little lunch date a few hours later, sitting at your usual table, Sukuna's table, eating and chatting about Sukuna's upcoming game and your creative writing class.

Things feel like they always do. There is no big change in the way you act around each other. The two of you follow the same routine you already developed gradually during the last few months since Sukuna came into your life.

It makes you realize just how natural it has already become to be by Sukuna's side almost all the time. Even before you got together, you already met on campus every morning, chatting and joking around while Sukuna walked you to your classes, carrying your heavy books and ruffling your hair. You already went to lunch together all the time, and later on, met in the library to study and eat the snacks Sukuna prepared, your hands brushing over each other when you reached into the snack box at the same time.

Everything is still the same, but, at the same time, it isn't. Because now, Sukuna holds your hand as you walk down the hallway. Now he kisses you openly, not just behind closed doors or when he's drunk, but in the middle of the crowded hallway. And at lunch, he holds your hand on top of the table, his long tattooed fingers absentmindedly playing with yours while he complains about one of his teammates.

And you rest your chin on your other hand, watching your boyfriend with a dreamy smile, thinking to yourself that somehow it feels as if it was always meant to happen this way.

Nobara is very smug about your relationship update. She found out about it the day after your date in the hockey arena because she walked in on Sukuna and you sharing a deep kiss in the living room. She made a disgusted noise and banged her door shut again, but when Sukuna left an hour later to go to the gym, Nobara cornered you immediately, leaning against your doorframe with her arms crossed in front of her chest, a triumphant grin on her face,

"So, you and Kirby, huh? I knew it!"

You shrugged helplessly, unable to stop the big smile from spreading over your face when you admitted,

"Well, I guess you saw it coming sooner than I did."

Right now, she's lounging lazily on the couch, waving around her fingers to let her nail polish dry while watching you with a knowing look as you check reflection a few times too often in the mirror next to the front door.

"Are you seeing loverboy? Not that I am complaining, by the way. I prefer it when you visit him, so I don't have to see his stupid face."

You huff loudly, turning around to give her a stern look,

"Nobara! Sukuna can actually be really nice! If you would get to know him better, then.."

But Nobara interrupts you, laughing and rolling her eyes,

"I'm just teasing you. I don't mind. Just make sure he doesn't drink all the milk when he's staying here."

With that, she turns around again, lifting her freshly manicured hands in front of her face, inspecting her work, and you stand there with a grin spreading over your face. Maybe Sukuna is growing on your dormmate after all.

"There's a hockey party at our dorm tomorrow."

Sukuna is lying on his bed with one buff arm behind his neck, cat-like maroon eyes watching you lazily, and a sexy smirk on his beautiful tattooed face. He looks so good that it should be illegal. Only wearing his stupid low-sitting grey sweats, so his buff pecs and taut abs are on full display. You don't even know where to look. There is just so much of him, big and broad and so gorgeous with all those muscles and the smooth tattooed skin everywhere.

You have to forcibly shake yourself out of staring at Sukuna with heart-eyes, but when you manage it, you raise an eyebrow teasingly,

"So what are you trying to tell me with that info, Kuna? That we can't see each other tomorrow?"

Sukuna rolls his pretty eyes, his lips lifting in an equally teasing and amused grin,

"Don't play clueless, sweetheart. You know damn well why I'm telling you that."

You grin at Sukuna, leaning closer to him, playfully blinking at him and batting your lashes,

"Hmmm, maybe you have to spell it out for me, baby."

A low, raspy laugh falls from Sukuna's mouth, and he reaches out with his free hand, cupping your chin and brushing his thumb slowly over your lower lip. His intense maroon gaze never leaves you when he whispers in that sexy low drawl,

"I want you to accompany me to that party. Or, to make things even clearer for you, I want you to be my date. Now, what do you say, princess?"

You feel a bit light-headed from the fluttery feeling in your stomach that Sukuna's words cause. Asking you out on your first official date. You can't stop grinning as you nod, pressing a little kiss to Sukuna's thumb that's still resting on your lower lip,

"I say yes."

Your grin turns into a surprised squeal when Sukuna's arms wrap around you and pull you on top of him.

You enter the party on Sukuna's arm and instantly feel intimidated. The apartment is much bigger than Sukuna's and Yuuji's, and the whole place is bustling with people.

You tried to reassure yourself beforehand that this is just a regular college party. But now that you are here, you can't deny anymore, what you already knew deep down. This isn't just a normal college party. It's the kind of party you have never been invited to before.

The large apartment is filled with only the most popular people the campus has to offer. Admired athletes, popular jocks, and just as popular cheerleaders, beautiful sorority girls, and rich daughters and sons of all kinds of important people.

It's a crowd you aren't used to. A crowd that is very good at excluding people like you, who aren't considered anything special in their eyes. Just a boring creative writing student whose name no one has heard before.

Technically, you know that not all of the popular people are like that. Most of Sukuna's teammates are really ok, and the girls in your classes who are also athletes are nice, too. Even Gojo Satoru was easy to get along with when you interviewed him.

But tonight, the large apartment is bustling with people you have never talked to before, and their heads instantly snap to you as Sukuna and you enter the party. Their stares make your stomach clench nervously. You can imagine how Sukuna and you must look to them: The star player of the hockey team, the King of the Ice, and next to him the nameless girl, who is clinging nervously to his large hand while her heart beats up to her throat.

You feel Sukuna's thumb caresses your wrist lightly. A sweet, reassuring gesture that makes you let out the breath you had unconsciously been holding. Sukuna leans down to murmur in your ear,

"Don't be nervous, princess. Just focus on me. Those insects don't even deserve your attention."

You laugh at his words, grateful for how he makes you feel more at ease. Sukuna flashes you one of his most charming smiles and gently tugs you along into the kitchen, where the whole hockey team is gathered, all cheering and whistling loudly when their star player enters. Sukuna returns all the high fives and takes a shot glass from the huge tray that Todo is passing around.

Just when you want to take a step back so the players can drink together, Sukuna's strong arm stops you, keeping you right there by his side. Todo and Yuuji join you, offering you a vodka shot because "You are Sukuna's lucky charm, so you count as an honorary team member!"

You burst out laughing, smiling gratefully at them as you lift your glass to join in on the player's toast. The small room keeps getting fuller as more people come looking for the hockey players, and Sukuna grins at you and lifts you up, setting you on the kitchen counter so he can stand between your legs. His tattooed face comes closer to yours, maroon eyes gazing deeply into yours, and your pulse races. Your hand cups Sukuna's cheek right when his lips brush over yours.

Sukuna's kiss makes your head spin with the way he licks into your mouth and how his large hands wrap around your waist while he pushes his body between your legs.

The rest of the party is far from your mind when you have Sukuna's tongue in your mouth, but unfortunately, you can't make out the whole evening. Sukuna's teammates demand his presence, and you need to go to the bathroom. So you excuse yourself, smiling when Sukuna ruffles your hair before you walk out of the kitchen.

This time, you feel more at ease when you enter the living room, an effect of the alcohol and Sukuna's kisses. But only after a few steps, you feel the atmosphere shift again. The scrutinizing gazes are back.

Spending time with Sukuna on campus already put you in the spotlight, but that felt different somehow. Maybe because a few days ago, you were just the mysterious girl who sometimes walked next to him or the lucky charm he brought to his games. Maybe you seemed like no competition. Like no one important. Just another little fling. Just another replaceable puck bunny. But now you are the girl who took the star player of the ice hockey team off the market, and everyone seems to ask themselves how you managed to do that. It feels as if you get put under a microscope, inspected curiously, and every flaw is analyzed and frowned upon.

You try to ignore the murmurs and stares, even while internally, a storm is brewing in you. Self-doubts mix with anger and dig their claws into your heart. You are relieved when you reach the bathroom and can lock yourself in it, escaping from the gazes and murmurs for at least a few minutes.

You take your time washing your hands, letting the ice-cold water run over your wrists as you look at your face in the mirror.

Come on, don't be stupid. It's just a party. Let them talk. They are just curious because Sukuna has never brought a date before. Just get back to the kitchen and enjoy the rest of the evening!

You steel yourself, straightening up before you open the door and exit the bathroom again.

"Does she really believe she has what it takes to be the girl at Sukuna's side?"

"Right? Sukuna is way out of her league. Who is she even?"

You draw in a sharp breath as your eyes meet the ones of the two girls talking shit about you. They don't even look guilty for getting caught but just stare at you with a scornful expression.

You want to get away from here! Your first instinct is to flee into Sukuna's strong arms, but a wall of football players who are raising their beer bottles and toasting each other is blocking your way. Your gaze lands on the door leading to the balcony. Before you even think about it, your feet carry you towards it.

You step onto the large balcony, deeply inhaling the crisp night air as if you are drowning. You grip the railing tightly, looking at the dark sky above you, internally screaming at yourself to stop being so stupid! Why do you let that random gossip affect you?

You know they were just talking shit. You know Sukuna better than they do! You know what the two of you have is real. But hearing those words still bugs you. They feed the demon inside you that whispers to you that maybe you are really not good enough to be the woman by Sukuna's side. Tears prick at your eyes, but you clench them shut, refusing to cry.

But before you can spiral further, a familiar low, velvety voice speaks up behind you,

"What are you doing out here, princess?"

The tight grip of your hands around the balcony railing loosens when you feel Sukuna's muscular arms wrap around you. You instantly relax into his embrace, leaning against his tall, firm body, chiding yourself silently for letting those judgemental gazes and mean comments get to you and fill your mind with doubts.

"I just needed some fresh air."

You feel Sukuna's warm breath on your neck when he laughs his sexy, low laugh. His lips brush over your neck, and then they open, and his hot tongue glides teasingly over your sensitive skin, making your pulse race and butterflies dance in your belly. You are about to get lost in Sukuna's closeness, in his touch, in the warmth of his buff body, and the feeling of his lips on you, but he is too perceptive, analyzing you too closely.

"Tell me what's wrong, princess."

His arms tighten around you, and he nuzzles his warm lips against your neck,

"You suddenly bolted from the room. Right when I was about to come over to you. Are you feeling sick or something? Do you need me to bring you home? I'll do it, you know that, right? Fuck that boring party. Let's go and get you into bed and watch some trash TV we can make fun of."

Your heart clenches. He is so sweet to you. So caring. It's something you never thought a guy like Sukuna could be. It makes you feel even more guilty for being so affected by some rude comment a stranger said. And so you blurt out the truth,

"I just...I heard some people say something that upset me."

You can feel Sukuna tense up behind you. His voice sounds strained when he asks,

"What did they say?"

"That you're out of my league."

Sukuna huffs. He puts his hands on your hips, turning you around. A large hand cups your cheek, tilting your head so you look up at your boyfriend's tattooed face. The usual playfulness is gone from Sukuna's features, replaced by a serious look.

"They are wrong, princess. I am not out of your league. If anything, it's the other way around."

You are about to say something to him, contradicting him, asking him how he could ever think you are out of his league, but Sukuna puts a long tattooed finger on your lips and shakes his head,

"Listen, princess. I don't give a fuck about anyone's popularity. I play hockey to win, not because I want to be some college celebrity. I despise the people who just want to be with me because they think they can gain some advantage from it. Fuck them! I invited you because when you're with me, everything is better. I want you here. You are my girl. I like having you by my side, and I am proud of showing you off. You make this stupid party 100% better for me, and if anyone gave you the feeling you don't belong here, I have something to say to them."

Your heart feels so full that you can't help but smile from ear to ear. Sukuna's lips lift in his lopsided, handsome smirk when he intertwines his long fingers with your smaller ones and watches you while he jerks his tattooed chin towards the door,

"Come on, let's go back. I have to show my face for a while longer to support my team. And you have a job to do, too, Miss. You're my lucky charm, after all. It's literally in your job description to be by my side. I might get into an accident otherwise, break a leg or some shit like that and not be able to play for weeks. We can't let that happen. Surely you understand. Now give me a kiss."

You laugh at the playful words, reaching out to put your hands on Sukuna's defined pecs, bracing yourself on his chest as you get on your tiptoes to give him a sweet little kiss on the lips before you let him lead you back into the living room.

When you were making your way through the living room on your own, you struggled to find a path through the crowd, but now you are on Sukuna's arm, and Sukuna doesn't have that problem. Anyone who sees him steps aside, making room for him. And the ones who don't see him coming get shoved to the side by Sukuna's tall, muscular body.

There's a group of guys to your left who look your way. One of them turns his head to say something to his friend. You don't catch it, but you feel Sukuna tense up beside you.

He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before he lets it drop, and before you can ask what's going on, Sukuna is already on the guy who grinned at you, his hands twisted in the guy's shirt, slamming him brutally into the wall behind him as if they are on the ice, and Sukuna is slamming an opponent into the boards.

A loud murmur goes through the crowd. People jump to the side, and others come closer. You see Yuuji's pink hair and hear Todo's booming voice. But all of that seems far away from you. Your focus is only zoomed in on your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend, who is glaring at the guy who apparently must have said something about you. The guy is looking at Sukuna with wide eyes, trying to splutter some excuse for whatever he said, but Sukuna shakes his head, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading over his tattooed face as he pushes the guy into the wall once more.

Contrary to Sukuna's physical force, his voice is calm, though. Deadly calm. Cooing at the guy tauntingly as a cruel smirk spreads over Sukuna's face,

"You're really fucking insane, aren't you? Daring to insult my girlfriend. Acting so tough when, in reality, you are such a pathetic little guy. Apologize to her."

Adrenaline is sizzling in your veins. Seeing Sukuna like that is making you feel light-headed. A mix of worry and strange pride and arousal flows through you. You know Sukuna has that bad boy reputation, but this is the first time you see him attack someone off the ice. It's actually fucking hot. Especially when he's doing it for you.

The guy stammers an apology, squirming in Sukuna's tight grip and trying to shake him off, but he doesn't stand a chance against the force that is Itadori Sukuna. His friends don't come to his rescue either. All of them are cowering a few feet away, apparently not wanting to get on Sukuna's bad side.

Sukuna slams him against the wall once more, his tone cold and dangerous,

"Let me spell it out for you and everyone else. She's my girlfriend. She belongs to these parties. She belongs everywhere where I belong, too. Do you understand that?"

Sukuna cocks his head, smirking that dangerous smirk, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement.

The guy nods hurriedly, eyes wide with fear,

"Yes! Yes, of course!"

And Sukuna laughs, his voice dropping to a low, velvety whisper,

"Now get the fuck out of my sight. I give you ten seconds. And if I ever get wind of you talking shit about my girl again, I will fuck up your whole life."

He lifts his head to let his narrowed maroon eyes scan the room slowly,

"And that goes for every single one of you."

You could hear a pin drop in the large room. The whole room is either staring at Sukuna or looking anywhere but at him, too intimidated to look at the enraged King of the Ice.

Sukuna yanks the guy off the wall and pushes him into the middle of the room, sending him stumbling into his friends, who catch him while Sukuna watches with a raised eyebrow,

"What are you still doing here, scum? I told you to run. Do I really have to start counting as if we are in kindergarten? Ten. Nine..."

It doesn't take more. The guy scrambles to his feet and practically bolts from the party, followed by his friends, accompanied by the loud booing and laughter coming from the hockey team.

Sukuna is by your side again, the cruel smirk replaced by the boyish grin you have grown so fond of. He wraps a strong arm around your shoulder and pulls you to him. His touch is so gentle, so completely different from the way he just treated the guy who talked shit about you.

"Sorry that you had to see this. But I had to be an asshole real quick. I won't let anyone disrespect you."

"It's ok. You are a very sexy asshole."

You tilt your head to grin up at Sukuna, and he meets your gaze with an amused sparkle in his maroon eyes. His arms tighten around you, and he leans down to claim your lips in a heated kiss. Making out with you in the middle of the crowded living room, letting everyone see that you are his girl.

Your eyes close, and you sigh, kissing Sukuna back eagerly, drowning in his closeness, adrenaline flowing through your veins after seeing him be so protective over you and seeing him display his affection for you in front of everyone.

Sukuna doesn't leave your side for the rest of the evening. You have some more vodka shots, get some snacks from the kitchen, and join Yuuji and Todo on the couch to chat with them about hockey and your classes and laugh about the time you were their getaway driver after they destroyed their rival teams' ice sculpture.

Sukuna pulled you onto his lap at some point, and you stayed right there, basking in the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you, his warm lips occasionally trailing little kisses over your neck, and the firm muscles of his chest and abs rippling against your back anytime he laughs.

The fluttery feeling in your tummy doesn't go away the whole evening, and it even intensifies when Sukuna gives his brother and Todo high fives and tells them he and you are leaving.

Sukuna steers you out of the apartment with a strong hand on the small of your back while he walks behind you, close enough for you to feel his tall, broad body.

You walk down the staircase next to each other with one of Sukuna's arms thrown over your shoulder. Sukuna's and Yuuji's apartment is just two floors down the staircase, but before you even reach it, Sukuna has already pulled a battered cigarette pack out of his jeans pocket and lights a cigarette while his arm is still around you, making you stumble against him. He takes a deep drag and groans in satisfaction as the nicotine fills his lungs.

"Fuck, I needed that after that stupid party."

You laugh and shake your head, wordlessly pointing at the big no-smoking sign plastered to the wall right next to Sukuna. He smirks at you, raising an eyebrow as he slowly blows out the smoke,

"Who is gonna stop me? At least I'm not smoking in our apartment, so my dear brother won't throw things at me."

You roll your eyes in mock exasperation and wrap a hand around Sukuna's biceps, pulling on his arm,

"Come on, big boy, let's go outside for a while so you can smoke without getting in trouble, and I can get some fresh air. I need it too after that party."

"You're so cute, princess."

Sukuna smirks teasingly at you, but he obeys and lets you pull him down the stairs and out of the dorm.

The two of you stand on the pavement before the building, hugging closely while Sukuna smokes slowly, blowing the smoke in your face with a teasing smirk and watching you with his cat-like gaze. You sigh and roll your eyes but only snuggle closer against him, your arms wrapped around him, nails running up and down his broad back, gently scratching him as you let Sukuna's secondhand smoke and his warm embrace and the smell of his cologne calm your nerves.

It's suddenly easy again. Peaceful. Joking around with Sukuna, rolling your eyes playfully at him, and laughing with him. The party seems miles away. All that exists is Sukuna and you.

The circles he moves in are still foreign to you, but it doesn't matter, you realize. When it comes down to it, all that matters is just you and him and this thing between you. This strong connection that feels so natural and magnetic.

Of course, you say yes when Sukuna flicks his cigarette to the ground and asks if you will spend the night at his apartment. He takes your hand, intertwines his long fingers with yours, and gently tugs you along, leading you back up the staircase to his apartment, making your tummy flutter with the way his thumb is caressing your wrist.

Sukuna unlocks the door, and his lips are on yours the moment you enter the apartment. His muscular arms swoop you up, carrying you to his room, his large, calloused hands undressing you while his tongue licks slowly into your mouth. And you moan his name, slipping your hands under his shirt, pulling it up, caressing Sukuna's warm tattooed skin, running your fingers over his defined muscles, smiling when he growls into your mouth.

The two of you tumble onto the bed, never breaking the kiss, moaning into each other's mouth as you yank at your clothes. Sukuna is naked before you and gets to work on pulling your jeans and your panties off, his hands running down your legs, followed by his soft lips, making your hips buck needily, your fingers tangling in his soft pink hair, tugging on it, pulling him to you, needing more of him. Needing him closer. Needing all of him.

His low chuckle sends a pleasure-filled shiver down your spine as he pushes you down on the mattress. Sukuna's tall, broad figure covers you fully, his weight traps you under him in the most delicious way. His lips find yours again in another slow, deep, wet kiss. You feel his hard cock rub against your belly, hot and velvety, making you wrap your legs around Sukuna's hips in your need to get him inside you, moaning into his mouth, your hands in his hair, your body arching needily up against his buff body.

You are so wet for him just from kissing him, making Sukuna groan breathlessly when his cock slips between your legs and glides through your slick pussy lips. He pulls away for a second, but only to push into you when he snaps his hips against you, making both of you gasp when his thick cockhead splits you open.

And then it's needy, slow fucking. Sukuna keeps kissing you, deep, loving tongue kisses, his strong arms resting on both sides of your face, his muscular body moving on top of you, fucking you with slow, deep thrusts.

It's nasty but sweet at the same time. Slow sex, more lovemaking than fucking. And you melt, giving yourself fully to Sukuna, mewling into his mouth, squeezing your legs around him, digging your nails into the buff muscles of his broad back, kissing him back hungrily, gasping with every deep, slow thrust that kisses your sweet spot.

The lights in Sukuna's room are off. The only light comes from the streetlamps that shine their glow through the window. Your mind is hazy, partly from the vodka shots you had and the smoke you inhaled, but also from the giddiness at being so close to Sukuna, the exhilaration of knowing how committed he is to you, how he let everyone know that you are his girlfriend.

He fucks you so good that you cry, tears slowly running down your cheeks, while Sukuna rolls his hips against yours slowly. Letting you feel every inch of his long, thick cock. A slow, steady rhythm that makes you clench around him, sobbing into his hot mouth anytime you feel his cock pushing slowly into you until his heavy balls are resting against your ass, letting you know that he is as close to you as possible.

It feels so intimate. Making love in Sukuna's dimly lit room while the faint noises of the party two floors above you drift to your ears. But here it's only Sukuna and you. And Sukuna doesn't wear his mask of arrogant aloofness. His gaze is open, full of burning love and desire. His lips open in breathless groans, followed by whispered sweet nothings.

It's deep and intense. As if Sukuna is showing you his love for you with every slow move of his tall, broad body on top of you. With every caress of his hard cock. With every heated kiss that brushes your naked skin. With every whispered word breathed against your lips.

You cling to Sukuna needily, caressing his broad back and his firm, full ass, moaning his name in between tender but nasty open-mouthed tongue kisses, and Sukuna groans those sexy low groans that give you butterflies, not just in your tummy but also in your pussy.

"Fuck, princess. I love you. I fucking love you."

Sukuna moans breathlessly against your lips, and you clench around his cock at his soft words, caressing his back, whispering against his lips,

"I love you, too, baby. Love you so much."

You feel Sukuna's hips stutter, feel his muscles tense under your fingers. He moans and stops moving, his lips only lightly brushing over yours, panting heavily, his forehead pressing against yours as he tries to hold back his orgasm.

Sukuna pushes himself up on his elbows, his thick cock slipping out of you, only letting his fat mushroom tip caress your swollen clit. Sukuna gazes at you, his tattooed cheeks flushed, maroon eyes full of need. His large hands land on your legs, calloused fingers running slowly over your thighs and calves, making you tremble under his tender touches.

Sukuna grabs your legs and lifts them, putting them over his broad shoulders. Heated, wet kisses land on both your ankles before Sukuna snaps his hips again and fucks his gorgeous cock back into you. You cry out his name, throwing your head back on his pillow, your mouth opening in a row of mewls. The switch of position makes things even more intense. You can feel Sukuna even deeper inside you with the way he's folding you in half, making the fluttery feeling in your pussy become so intense that you sob from it.

You hear Sukuna's sexy, breathless groans and feel his strong body on top of you, his buff muscles flexing with every deep thrust. His weight presses you down into the mattress, fucking you so deep that it makes you dizzy. But he takes things slow. Savoring your first time making love to the fullest.

He leans down so his face is so close to yours that you are breathing each other's breath, your eyes locked in a deep, intense gaze as you both get closer and closer to your peak with every thrust. Your eyelashes flutter as you feel your pussy growing tighter around Sukuna's cock, the butterflies in your tummy going crazy.

"Look at me, princess. Fuck... look at me."

You moan loudly, obeying Sukuna's wish, looking deeply into his eyes, sighing anytime his fat cockhead hits your sweet spot with the most delicious precision, making a firework of bliss explode inside you with every slow thrust. You mewl desperately, nails digging into Sukuna's skin, hips lifting needily to meet his slow thrusts. Just a bit more, just a little bit more, and you will drown in bliss!

You see the moment Sukuna reaches the point of no return. See it in his heavy-lidded maroon eyes when he can't hold back his orgasm anymore. And Sukuna cums deep inside your pussy, looking so sexy and beautiful with his eyes so soft and full of bliss, his mouth hanging open with the sexiest low moans falling from his lips as he ruts against you, fucking his whole orgasm into you.

You follow him only a moment later, squealing his name loudly, your whole body shaking, pussy so tight around Sukuna's fat cock that he is gasping from it.

"Fuck, princess. Yeah, cum for me, baby, just like that. Just like that. Fuck! Milk me dry."

You are lost in pleasure, moaning and mewling as he fucks you slowly through your orgasm. Sukuna's soft lips claim yours again, swallowing your mewls, kissing you sweet and deep as he rests his heavy weight fully on you, pressing you down into the sheets while he still rolls his hips slowly against you, letting you enjoy his cock until the last waves of your high have ebbed off. Giving you his all, just like you are giving him your all.

You sigh happily against Sukuna's lips, hugging him tightly to you, your fingers playing with the short stubble of his undercut before they run down his broad, muscular back and back up again, caressing him lovingly. And he kisses you slowly with those sexy, deep French kisses. Your breathing gradually slows down again, your bodies relaxing against each other, but neither of you makes a move to let go.

The sex scene made me blush so much AAAHH 😳😳 It's not just fucking anymore but lovemaking with deep eye contact!! I am so flustered 💗😵

I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! The scene at the party where Sukuna attacked that guy wasn't planned at first, but my dear Kuna told me that he wants to let everyone know we are his girl and that anyone who gives us shit will get into trouble with the Ice King himself lol. He is so funny uwu Thank you so much for reading! I am always so happy when I can share a new chapter with you and see your reactions! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗 In the next chapter, we will have: Two dates with boyfie Sukuna (one which kind of fails, but in a funny way, and a real one). More ice hockey because Reader still has her job as Sukuna's lucky charm! And more bonding.

[littlcdarlin]

dbf!Joel headcanons

warnings: big, though unspecified age gap, 18+ (as always)

note: Uni has been kicking my ass, so I’ve only had time for some headcanons lately. This Joel is very sweet, but I’m open to writing sleazy or dark Joel, too! If you have requests for any headcanons, I will be able to write them even during this stressful time. Full fics will take me a while longer. Enjoy reading, my loves <3 and feel free to add stuff!

He doesn’t really know how to cook well and mostly eats his faves every day but when you stay over more and more he makes an effort to learn and actually finds out he really likes it

Whatever pressure your parents put on you, he relieves it by accepting it rather than trying to fix it for you — you can just exist around him without expectation

He worries the age difference means you don’t have much to talk about, so he watches your favourite show that you mentioned and although it certainly wouldn’t have been his first pick, it lets him unwind. He likes watching something he knows you’ve watched and loved when you’re not around, it makes him feel closer to you

When he first starts looking at you differently he blue balls himself so as not to disrespect you — when he has sex with someone to relieve himself, he accidentally says your name to them

He keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet and cashiers wonder why he smiles at his debit card so much

He finds it hard to stay friends with your dad, because it makes him feel weird about this dynamic with you. He distances himself from your parents after they react badly to the news of your relationship, not because of guilt or cowardice, but because he doesn’t tolerate how they treat you

He thought he would hate the gossip after the two of you go public, but when you do, he finds himself imagining knocking you up just so everyone knows what he does to you. He opts for lots of hickeys until kids might be a possibility, but that doesn’t stop him from pretending you don’t have an IUD when he finishes inside of you

He loves when you wear his clothes, but when you forget your scarf at his place he wears it and enjoys that just as much — it smells like you and he likes the idea of people being able to tell it’s somebody else’s

When he figures out how much you like him talking to you during sex, he starts using the same voice/phrases in public to get you flustered & wet for him

He keeps everything that reminds him of you, like parking tickets etc. He doesn’t do anything with those things, doesn’t put them in a box, so they linger around his house, reminding him of you the way photographs would, except more privately

He starts “putting in an effort” for you when you start dating: styling his hair & wearing clothes he thinks you would prefer, until you tell him you like nothing more than his flannels and band tees and jeans, and although he doesn’t tell you, he’s beyond relieved. He realises you like him for him

When you tell your parents, Joel asks your father to hit him because “he knows he deserves it”. With time he learns he also deserves your kisses and smiles. Those things coexist within him, he thinks both are true

Despite completely supporting you in your pursuit of a degree & career, he likes when you’re on holiday, waiting around for him in his house wearing nothing but a pair of panties he bought for you & one of his hoodies. During those lazy weeks, he fucks you morning, afternoon, and night: before he leaves, when he gets home, and right before you go to sleep

He buys you a ring during the first week of dating because you mentioned how much you like it. He doesn’t give it to you until he knows you feel certain about him — he doesn’t want to freak you out. Still, even before that, he sometimes looks at it in its little black box and envisions it on your finger

During your first couple of “public dates” (neighbourhood barbecue where your parents are present etc.) he refrains from touching you much, although everyone knows about your relationship. You have to take his hand and initiate small touches for him to feel more comfortable

It takes him a short while, but then he loves being able to touch you in front of people: a hand on your lower back, an arm across your shoulder, his fingers lacing through yours, him pulling your back against his front and wrapping his arms around you. People stare sometimes (your Dad breaks one or two wine glasses in his hand), but Joel stops caring when he sees how happy it makes you

He tells you that you can change things about his home, that it should feel like your place, too and asks if you want to go shopping for “candles and stuff”, but you love being in a space that feels completely like him. It’s not how your apartment looks, but it makes you feel at ease, like you’re somehow living inside of him

Before he tells you he loves you, he whispers it in your ear when you’re sleeping, hoping your subconscious will somehow pick up on it. When he does tell you while you’re awake for the first time, it’s during breakfast. You stub your toe, and let out a string of curses you must have picked up on from him, and while he presses ice against your foot, kneeling in front of you, he smiles up and tells you: I love you.

The first time you sleep over at his house after he spent the night in your apartment, two brand new bottles of the shampoo and conditioner you use are in his shower. You thank him and jokingly ask why he didn’t buy your shower gel, too. He kisses you and tells you he likes when you smell like him.

He likes making you come more times than you thought you could — something about moving in and out of you while you tell him you can’t do it again, that you’re done, and then watching you fall apart on his cock anyway, thrills him to the bone. It makes him feel powerful, but part of it is knowing you let him fuck you without expecting an orgasm, that him being inside of you is enough for you to feel good

He doesn’t tell you, but he adds your name to his car insurance, so that you can drive it whenever you want

When you figure it out you give him road head every time the two of you drive somewhere — until he almost crashes the car and he forbids you to tempt him while he’s behind the wheel

He’s so nervous he asks Tommy for help when picking out a birthday gift for you — Tommy goes overboard and the gift turns out to be something completely ridiculous like a pair of huge earrings you would never wear. You tell Joel you don’t need a big fuss to feel loved by him. At night, he gives you a present he’s been wanting to give you for a while: he plays you a song he wrote for you on his guitar. It’s quiet and simple and so perfect you cry for half an hour

He doesn’t sleep well when you’re not around, and loves being close to you at night. If he could, he’d sleep nestled inside of you after a round of lazy midnight sex every night

As much as Tommy annoys him, it makes him happy to see how well you two get along. When you become actual friends with Tommy and hang out with him on your own, he’s more than pleased: the two people he loves the most in the world have become close

He would never ask it of you, but when you tell him you have stopped masturbating because he fucks you so often, it pleases him deeply. He likes being the only source of your pleasure. When you are apart for a while because of work/collage etc., he buys you a toy he can control from his phone

He tells Tommy he thinks he’s going to marry you during the first month of dating, which you find out about only on your wedding day during Tommy’s speech

[goldweaverr]

Hi! I just saw your first post about our beloved Kremnos prince, Mydei, and I absolutely love it! ❤️ You captured his character so beautifully, especially his views on love and romance. I adore how meticulous and accurate you were in portraying him—I completely see him that way too! Our prince carries the heavy burden of his family's royal lineage and the countless people who rely on him in the name of Kremnos. This perfectly explains his inexperience with love and romance—he simply has no time or hasn't been able to find someone to share such a connection with. I absolutely love how you portrayed his behavior when he finally discovers someone he can truly open his soul to! It’s so beautifully done! ❤️ I wonder—have you ever thought about Mydei letting his lover take the lead in bed? Whether it’s because of his inexperience or his eagerness to explore, the idea is so captivating. I love imagining Mydei finally letting go, allowing himself to be passionately ravished as he releases all the pent-up stress and burdens he’s carried for so long. It feels so fitting for his character—a vulnerable yet liberating moment where he can truly surrender and experience love in its rawest form. ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

OH MY !! I wasn't expecting such a lovely response at all, I'm so flustered, thank you so so much !!! I'm glad we share an opinion and I'm so glad you like how I portrayed him !!! I was hoping people would see The Vision™ so I'm beyond happy to know that not only has it reached, but others see it too ~! I'm very overwhelmed with the positive responses, and I'm more than happy to be sharing a space with so many fellow Mydei fans!! I finished the quest today and haven't been okay about him since, I hope he doesn't get sidelined too much as the story progresses and more characters get introduced because I sincerely love him so, so much <3

Again, thank you for your kind words!! They mean so much to me!!

And as for that lovely idea... muehehe let's get to it then ! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ I hope I can do it justice !

— NSFW! MDNI! No spoilers!

Love. In it's rawest form.

He knew he could let you take control. All your midnight rendezvous so far had him taking the lead. It just simply felt natural to be the one to drop you on your back — hand behind your head to soften your impact against the already soft mattress — and pleasure you until you can't take any more. Until all you can do is scream his name endlessly. Until you forget there were Titans out there to worship instead of him. That was his role towards you, it felt only natural. He didn't mind it one bit, he was more than happy with it. Steadied above you by the strength of his arms, staring at the gorgeous sight of you unraveling underneath him, your expressions, the eye contact, your nails on his back. It was divine.

Sometimes, you two would spice it up a bit by making slight changes. Trying a few new positions. You were both still so new to this, taking it really slow to remain comfortable. Yet so eager to explore more of each other, of love, and sex, intimacy. Although he understands there's no shame in having discussions about these things beforehand, it still felt easier for him to learn through action. If something bothered either of you, neither would hesitate to express it, and everything halts. He's not an animal. He understands boundaries, limits, preferences, comfort.. he doesn't shy away from expressing his own, and wants you to always be equally as comfortable. Love is not meant to be uncomfortable.

For example, one thing Mydei found he doesn't like is when you're on all fours and he's taking you from behind.

The position felt... Uncomfortable to him in a strange way. He found it felt a bit degrading to you, and it prevented him from seeing your face and expressions. Which upset him when he came to realize that not staring at your beautiful face while he's making love to you takes away so much of the intimacy that brings him comfort during these activities. He loves watching your reactions. He even likes talking to you through it. Lacking that made him feel vulnerable in a way. So after you were done, he told you how he felt, and that was the last time the position was used. Simple as that.

You had both been thinking about bringing it up, but wondering how to approach it.

He might not look like it, but when it came to this newfound love, he was so no less eager to discover everything that came with it. He wanted to know everything about you and show you everything about him. He wanted to know how to kiss you in the right ways, how to hold you with a grip that's balanced between protective and loving, how to be there for you in a way that doesn't suffocate you, where on your body to put his lips so that he drives you insane, what pace of thrusts makes you see stars in the glory of Kephale's morning...

And through it, he discovers himself. He's learning along with you. He doesn't know much about these parts of who he is, he's endlessly grateful you've given him this opportunity to learn and get to know himself more. And his recent thought is that it might be nice if sometime, you were to get on top of him and ravish him the way he usually does to you.

But, that can't be right? He can't ask you to do that, can he? Is he allowed to want this? Shouldn't it be his job to pleasure you and take care of you? It might be shameful if he wanted to just sit back and let you do all the work...

You, on the other hand, were thinking about it endlessly. Wanting to watch him relax, watch him unwind. Wanting to be the one giving him pleasure for once, he deserves it. He takes so much care of you, always putting you above himself, in every aspect. Even outside of your relationship, he's always putting others first. Prioritizing Phainon's safety over his own, even the two outsiders above himself. Putting the city of Okhema and it's citizens safety first, putting the wants of his people above his own... He's never given enough credit for how much of himself he sacrifices everyday for others, because they view him as too distant, too rough, too cold... His actions speak louder than his words, and his actions are constantly putting himself in harm's way if it meant someone else would be safe.

So, for once, he deserves to turn his mind off. Turn off his senses and his desire to please. To just enjoy being taken care of, being loved, being thanked for everything.

So when midnight came around (or the hour people got used to being midnight, not like the endless sunlight indicated much for them) and you two found yourself tangled up in the usual dance that happens so often, you decided it's now or never. As Mydei began to slowly guide you towards the mattress, lips never once leaving yours, you turned your position around an dropped him down instead. The sudden movement broke the kiss and left him with an expression of shock on his face, staring at you questioning what just happened. You smile at him and gently push him up a bit more, letting him get entirely comfortable on the bed. He follows your lead slowly, unsure where this is going, but curious to see what you're up to. Your expression remained calm, a smile that looks almost like a smirk, mischief and adoration in your eyes as you stared into his fiery gold ones. "let me take care of you" you broke the silence by saying. His mouth opened slightly, as if to answer, before it closed again after not finding the right words. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he doesn't break eye contact, "take care of me?" He asks, tone full of uncertainty. You nod, "you're always taking the lead. In battle, in bed.. why don't you just let me thank you this time, hm?" Your voice came out soft and gentle as you began to straddle him, hands pushing him down slightly so he can be fully relaxed into the comfortable bed and he follows your every silent order as you get yourself comfortable on top of him. His lap, your throne.

This is what he's been thinking of. He should be happy. But he finds himself feeling a bit guilty, like he doesn't deserve it, like this isn't fair to you, and that prevents him from relaxing entirely. The worry on his expression was clear to you, you understood each other through the tiniest of microexpressions, and you could tell what he was thinking. "You're worth everything" is all what you say in response to soothe your worries, deciding to follow in his example and let your actions speak louder than your words.

You pressed your lips in kiss gently, moving against his in a soft rhythm that felt too innocent considering the moment blooming between the two of you. His hand came up to grip the back of your head carefully, letting you do what you want and following along as best he can. Your hand on the other end got to working off the armor on his body, shedding away the last piece of protection that separates his bare body from you, thinking to yourself how grateful you are that he trusts you to this extent, to allow himself to be this vulnerable and unprotected in your presence. His hands shift as they help you take off his clothing, the sound of metal hitting the ground resonating as more and more pieces are thrown off to the floor carelessly until he was naked. Although it was all about him tonight, you still pulled away to strip yourself as well, not wanting him to feel an imbalance in the dynamic between the two of you. As soon as you were naked, he leaned in to kiss you again but you dodged his lips with a playfully chuckle, he lets out a sulking scoff in response.

You begin to kiss his jaw, running your tongue over the spot you knew he liked, before you slowly went down to his neck. Your arms wrapped around his waist to drag your chest flush against his, wanting to feel him as close as you can as your lips continued to explore his neck, as perfectly sculpted as everything else about him is.

Marks left shamelessly decorating his neck, paying no mind to how easily they can be seen through the little clothing he wears. Your hands and mouth worked in tandem to assure his pleasure, one hand busying itself rubbing his length up and down slowly, another playing with his chest, as your mouth kept leaving kisses and bites and hickeys all over his neck and collarbones, tongue tracing over the red marks adorning his torso. His breathing heavy, his chest heaving up and down quickly, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise them, shameless moans and grunts and groans coming from above you. Sneaking a peek over to look at him, his eyebrows are pressed together tightly in pleasure as his eyes are closed shut, head leaning back, sweat dripping down his forehead.. a divine sight. One that motivated you to work even harder to pleasure him. Your mouth left his neck and went down to take a nipple in your mouth, earning you a harsh jolt of his entire body that made you yelp. "Sorry.." he apologizes sheepishly, face red as his hands try to distract you by roaming all over your body. You suppress a chuckle and plant a quick smooch on his lips to tease him, and he lets out a quiet groan as he rolls his eyes at you. You get back to what you were doing, sucking his nipple the way he does to yours, hand playing with the other way, all while your other hand never left his length, giving him just enough friction to stay excited, never enough to cum.

Eventually you let go of his chest and pull back for a minute to admire your work so far, admire how he already looks spent despite you barely being halfway through your mission. He'll complain and scold you for all the marks left across his torso tomorrow morning, but you'll deal with that problem later, currently you feel proud of yourself. Your gaze moves over to the vein on his bicep and your nail drags against it softly, idly, as you consider your next move. He stares at you wordlessly, anticipating what's next. He might not be admitting it through words, but he is entirely enjoying this. He doesn't understand why he'd hear some men complain about feeling their pride sting if they ever let their partners take the lead, if anything, Mydei has never felt more like a king than he does in this moment, all the attention on him as he's practically being worshipped. He feels so powerful, but most importantly, so loved.

You make eye contact with him again, a gentle expression as the friction between your gazes could practically be seen as sparks of electricity. "I love you" he says, breaking the silence but igniting that flickering flame that needed a fuse. You smile, not responding, but instead immediately pushing yourself down to the ground to kneel in front of him, preferring to answer him with more service. He props himself up on his elbows to keep watching you intently, as you wrap your arm around his length again, and bring your lips to it. He's used to gripping your hair when you go down on him, guiding you to the pace he prefers, but this time when he grips he makes no other moves, trusting to let you take the lead entirely how you want to. You won't deny him his pleasure after all, it's you.

At times he has the most random thoughts. Like if the walls are actually thinner than he thinks. Like if anyone on the other end can hear the mighty crown prince moaning out his partner's name. Like if Aglaea's golden threads can even pick stuff like this up, oh no ....

But a jolt of pleasure brings his thoughts back to reality as he redirects his attention back to you.

He isn't ashamed of what he has with you. He's afraid of where it might take him. Of how much he's willing to do for you. He knows every minute spent with you indulging in romance and desires is playing with fire while he's made of gasoline. And he'll burn down to ashes in his most graceless moments when he's bare under your gaze that burns gold into his skin, liquifying his flames into a puddle of adoration for you.

While maintaining eye contact with you, a silent exchange of vulnerability, it spoke an endless capacity. An unspoken sentence of 'Y𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦' ringing loudly in your ears. '𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴'.

You brought out the best out of each other, but simultaneously the ugliest human parts as well. Brought out the honesty he's hid from others and himself, brought out the desires he's kept ignored without caring about the hole they were digging in his soul. Gnawing away at his very being and turning him hollow. Brought out the love he was afraid to ever confront. But he's here now, confronting it and ruling over it's court. And tonight is the summit of Mydei's seemingly pathetic life. The two of you are wrapped up in a galaxy of your sins; summed down to nothing but a constellation of the most raw human desires. Who were the titans to demand worship when they knew nothing of what true religion was. This was a ritual. An exchange of souls. It meant more to Mydei than anything else has. This was raw, this was love. He could live in a reel of this night replaying endlessly forever.

The rest of this cursed world could matter later, to hell with every prophecy that demands his presence, nothing felt more worth experiencing in this moment than your mouth on him and your heat surrounding him and your praises spilling against him and your touch killing him and bringing him to life a thousand times over in this bed.

This was love in it's rawest form, and they can call Phainon the chosen one all they want, but Mydei feels like he's received the greatest blessings this universe has to offer him when he made eye contact with you the first time, and if the black tide was to eventually swallow even the last standing holy city, then to hell with all of it if you'd still be by his side.

[dimlylittorch]

my mind is just bee bopping around at this point- my one brain cell is pinging between arcane, cod and marvel.

My Masterlist🌱

Logan Howlett x sweetheart!virgin!chubby!pre-op!transmasc!reader (if you can’t tell this is a niche that only fits me atp😭)

small synopsis: have you really lived if you haven’t had boy pussy before? - me to logan (this ended up being WAY sweeter than i expected?? like i was squealing while writing it) (8.6k+ words)

Warnings: smut, loss of virginity, pretty soft sex, words like cunt, clit, pussy, etc.

Only having recently joined the x-men, it had been a bit of a struggle trying to meet everyone and keep all of their names and powers straight. But there was one man you simply could not forget. Logan Howlett. The Wolverine. The sexy old man that smoked 5 cigars a day and gave zero fucks. Unfortunately, this qualifies perfectly as your type. He says daddy issues, you say yes sir.

Your mutation was on the more tame side of things. You wouldn’t be sent out on missions, but you still helped to keep the mansion running. You did just about anything someone asked of you, always eager and happy to help. That was one of the first things Logan noticed about you. You always had a smile on your face. And when you didn’t, it was only because you were focused. The second someone spoke to you, a smile quickly formed. The thing about it that really got to him? The fact that the smile was real. It wasn’t a courtesy smile. It never felt forced or fake.

The first interaction the two of you had left both of you ever so slightly flustered. Scott had been giving you a tour and as the two of you passed by Logan, he grabbed Logan by the shoulder and told him to say hi to you. He rolled his eyes at Scott, but when he looked down at you he felt something.. shift. He couldn’t quite place it. When your eyes met his you quickly smiled, reaching out your hand to him.

“I take it you’re the Mr. Howlett I hear so much about?” You smiled shyly as you looked up at him. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

He’d scoffed internally when he heard your words. But it was quickly followed by a fluttering of his heart- when he realized you were serious. You were being polite. That he wasn’t used to.

“Logan.” He said simply as he took your hand to shake it before slipping his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. Before you could say much of anything else, Scott started to guide you away down the hallway to continue with the tour. You and Logan’s eyes lingered on each other for a few moments before you finally broke away, following Scott’s lead down the hallway. Logan had huffed as he watched you walk away before turning away himself. He only made it a few feet down the hallway before his mutant hearing picked up your words to Scott.

“No one told me he was gorgeous” you laughed playfully as you weakly hit Scott’s arm, making him laugh. Your words made Logan freeze for a moment, quickly looking over his shoulder to see you and Scott turning the corner.

Ever since then? He could barely get you out of his head. Especially since your loud yet gentle laugh was ringing through his ears any time you were in the same building. How could anyone laugh so much? He doesn’t think he’s laughed as much in his whole life as you do in a week. His eyes always found your soft form, trailing along your body with interest. The two of you were complete opposites in his mind. Where he was hard, you were soft. Where he was rude, you were kind. You were everything he never thought he’d be. And of course, you felt the same way about him.

He’d started to memorize your routine whether it be intentionally or not. He always knew around what time you’d go eat lunch, or what time he’d see you chatting with Charles. He felt like he was going crazy at this point.. he was never one to obsess over someone. Not like this. There were small moments when the two of you would get to talk. It was a rarity, the two of you being completely alone. One he appreciated more than you knew.

The team had just gotten home from a long mission, Logan being one of them. It was the middle of the night when they arrived back at the mansion, and there you stood in sweatpants a sweatshirt and shoes, your hair ruffled, ready to help wherever help was needed. He had to admit- you were always a sight for sore eyes. But seeing you like this? All soft and cozy? It did something to him.

With your arms crossed over your chest you walked up to the ramp of the ship, eyes quickly scanning over everyone that got off. Pretty much everyone was unscathed, only a few with minor injuries which were quickly moved to medical. Logan was the last to leave the ship, wanting to ensure he at least got a chance to talk with you. When your gaze shifts to Logan as he walks down the ramp, a tired smile forms on your face.

“There he is” you say affectionately, as if talking to a beloved pet walking into a room to come see you. “You okay?” You ask softly as you glance over his tall form.

A small smirk forms at the corner of his lips at your words, nodding as he steps down. “Healing factor, remember?” He mutters.

Scoffing with a small smile, you shake your head with amusement. “Just because you can heal from every cut and bruise doesn’t mean you’re okay.” You say softly, reaching up to ruffle his hair slightly. “I know you’re all big and bad..” you say gently as you pull your hand away as soon as you’d touched him, as if catching yourself. “But if you ever need to talk after missions- or in general.. I’m here, yeah?”

He felt his heart skip a beat when you touched his hair. Christ, you’d hardly ever touched before. He couldn’t get over how nice it felt. “Yeah.” He repeats. “Cmon.. let’s get you back to bed.” He muses as his eyes glance over your attire once again, making you laugh softly.

As he walked you back inside, he saw how your arms were crossed over your chest and his eyebrow quirked. “You cold?” He questions.

Looking up at him and then following his gaze down to your arms, you chuckle softly. “No, no, I’m fine” you smile. “I just forgot my binder is all. When I heard you guys land I just threw some clothes on.. silly me.”

He stares down at you for a moment before he speaks again. “Binder?” He questions faintly.

Oh. Right. While he had lived a long time, you didn’t really know of any other trans mutants in the mansion.. it didn’t surprise you he didn’t know what a binder was. “Oh- sorry.” You chuckle. “It’s.. kind of like a bra. But for guys.” You say softly, hoping it was an answer enough without having to get into the whole transgender conversation at 2am.

Once you both went your respective ways, he showered and then got into bed. Opening his phone, he couldn’t help but look up the term. Binder. As he read, his eyebrows raised slightly. ‘Often worn by transgender individuals, transitioning from female to male.’ Well.. that answered a few of his questions. It made sense- you did have a bit of a higher pitched voice. He’d always just chalked it up to you being a feminine gay guy or something like that. But hey, Logan doesn’t mind. He’s too tired to give a fuck about what people want to do with their bodies, or how they want to live. If you said you were a guy.. well. You’re a guy. He was a simple man. And it seemed simple enough to him.

Your interactions grew more common, especially since he tried to make himself available to you whenever possible. He didn’t want to seem too eager by starting conversation- but he knew that if you saw him you would always walk up to him and say hi. You already had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it.

Eventually, a mission does come along that you are sent out on. It’s fairly routine, but it’s more of an inside job this go around. Someone will need to be behind the scenes who is easily able to handle multiple things at once- and that’s something you had always been good at. Finally pulling your X-Men suit out of the closet was something you hadn’t expected. But it was nice to finally feel like part of the team.

Of course, Logan didn’t know until last minute you’d be coming along for this mission. He had a tendency to skip the briefings, thinking he would be just fine ‘in the moment’. So imagine the look on his face when he walks into the loading bay, seeing you in your tight leather uniform. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you in something that fitted- maybe a turtle neck or leggings at best. But even then, you tended to lean towards baggier clothing.

Whenever you see Logan walk over in his matching suit, you can’t help but grin and walk over to him. “Hey- look” you chuckle softly, glancing down between the two of you. “We’re all matchy-matchy.”

He huffs at your words, but in reality he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The idea of something so soft being under that leather.. it did something to him. “Didn’t know you were coming with us.” He murmurs.

You smile softly, slipping your hands into your pockets. “Yeah.. they just needed someone for background work- nothing crazy.” You say sweetly. “Yknow- I didn’t really think black was my color” you muse as you glance down at yourself. “But I kind of like it. What do you think?” You grin as you do a little turn so he could see all of you.

He groaned internally when he saw the way the leather fit you, but he made sure to stay quiet. A smirk forms over his lips, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “Yeah, kid. You look cute.” He murmurs.

You practically feel your face flush at his words, but you smile wider hoping he’ll contribute it to you straining your cheeks. “Thanks Lo” you say sweetly like always. “Hey.. can I sit next to you on the ride there? I don’t know if anyone else would want to talk to me” you chuckle softly, rubbing the back of your neck.

He smiles softly when he sees your face flush, and nods. “Sure thing, kid.”

The mission was going smoothly, everything according to plan. There was only one problem. Due to some unforeseen circumstances.. you and Logan are stuck in some shitty motel room together. The mission was going to take longer than they had planned for, so they decided they needed to put you in a more semi-permanent spot for the time being. It needed to be inconspicuous, so a motel seemed reasonable. And of course, they didn’t want you without protection. So Logan volunteered was assigned to stay with you.

Walking into the motel with your bags in hand, you sigh when you see how cramped the space is. A bed and a bathroom.. that was about it. Getting a two bedroom would’ve been too conspicuous at least that’s what Logan convinced you of. Logan closes the door behind the two of you, locking the door and propping a chair underneath the handle as an extra precaution. Setting your bags down on the one table in the room, you look around with tired eyes before sitting in one of the crappy chairs.

“Sorry you’re stuck babysitting” you mutter as you rub your face tiredly.

Logan looks over at you with a small smirk as he checks and makes sure no where is bugged. “Don’t worry about that.” He shrugs. “I’m glad to have a little vacation here and there.”

Looking up at him with a soft gaze, you rest your chin in your hand as you watch his form and how it flexes as he moves. “Still.” You murmur. “It won’t be all that fun.. they just have me on my computer most of the time.”

Walking over to sit in the chair adjacent to your own, Logan sighs as he sits down. “I’m just glad I’m not stuck with someone who annoys me.” He mutters.

Before you can stop yourself, one of your usual snippy remarks slips past your lips. “Wish I could say the same” you murmured with a small smirk on your face. When he looks over at you with a raised eyebrow, you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you beam at him. “I promise I didn’t mean it.”

Logan scoffs with a small smile on his face, crossing his arms over his chest and faking a pout. “I don’t know.. you hurt my feelings pretty bad.” He says through a playful smirk.

Rolling your eyes you stand up, walking in front of his chair and leaning down slightly. Gently cupping his chin, you pull him forward so your faces are only a few inches away. “I’m very, truly sorry.” You say softly with a smile. “Can you ever forgive me?”

Logan’s breath hitches as he gazes up at you, his smile fading and his mouth open slightly. His eyes flit over your smile, your nose, your eyes.. god he could look at you forever.

Gazing down at him, you smile falters when his does. You feel your heart speed up when you realize how he’s looking at you. And you can’t help but stare back. Looking into his hazel eyes.. christ. He really was gorgeous.

Time stands still as the two of you look at each other, taking in every facial feature you can, committing it to memory. After a few seconds your thumb gently shifts, tracing over his beard. Your eyes shift down to his beard, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips. To Logan, you looked so.. absorbed. Focused on everything that was him. Meanwhile he couldn’t help but stare up at you dumbly, watching your eyes shift to different features of his face.

“I can’t get over how pretty you are.” You whisper softly, and your voice rings in his ears. Did you have any idea what you were doing to him? He’d never felt frozen before. Not like this. He was too scared to move. Scared this moment would end and he’d never feel your touch again.

Logan swallows roughly, his hand tentatively reaching up to hold your hand against his face. After a small moment he turns his head slightly, his lips pressing against the palm of your hand as his thumb strokes along your hand. “Don’t look at me like that.” He pleads roughly as he looks up at you, holding your hand against his cheek once again.

When his lips touched your palm, you felt a jolt flow through you, shocking your system. When was the last time someone kissed you? Let alone in such a sweet way. Did he have any idea what he was doing to you? As you look down at him, you feel your heart skip a beat. And your brain finally starts to snap out of it. Any confidence you had is draining away.. when you realize how real this is.. you feel like you’re frozen in place.

When Logan senses your demeanor shift, he knows it’s now or never. A soft thing like you might scurry away, and he’d have to work so hard just to get close to you again. Before he can stop himself, he stands up and wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you close against him to keep you from falling backwards. His lips meet your own in a deep yet gentle kiss.. one that conveys his want, but gives you plenty of space to stop.

Your brain goes fuzzy when he stands up to tower over you, and you practically short circuit when his lips meet your own. His lips press against your own repeatedly, but it takes a moment for your brain to catch up. When it clicks, your body naturally responds, your lips pressing back against his. He groans appreciatively when your arms slip around his neck to pull him down closer to you, and you can feel how his back muscles flex from such a simple action. It drives you wild.. knowing he was so strong- but chose to be soft with you.

Your lips gently shift away from his own, moving to kiss the corner of his lips, pulling a faint growl from him. Your fingers slip into his hair to calm him as your lips move along his jaw line, pressing tender kisses along his beard. Logan holds onto you tighter, one of his hands shifting down onto your ass. When your breath hitches simply from his touch, he can’t help but bury his face against the crook of your neck and smile against your skin.

“Who do you think you are..” he whispers playfully as he kisses along your neck. “Calling me pretty and thinking you can get away with it.” He teases.

Before he can go any farther, he feels your palm cup his bulge forming in his jeans and he tenses in your hold as your lips press against the shell of his ear. “You’re beautiful.” You whisper against his skin, your tone soft enough to make his heart stop. It was the most genuine thing he’d ever heard.

He lets out a shaky breath against your skin, trying to gather himself.. but he was falling apart at the seams. “You’re going to kill me one of these days..” He replies weakly.

The two of you stand still for a few moments, both taking shaky breaths as you hold each other close. “I have so many things to say” you whisper weakly through ragged breaths as you continue to palm his erection.

Logan groans from your touch, placing faint kisses along your jaw. “Tell me.” He whispers back.

“I need you.”

And that.. that was what broke Logan. Before you can say anything else, Logan is pinning you down on the motel bed, his hulking form lying over your own. He slipped his hands into your own, pinning your hands up next to your head as he nips slightly at your jaw. “More.” He murmurs softly.

Letting your head fall back against the mattress, you let out quick, shaky breaths. “I can’t help but stare at you” your soft voice confesses weakly. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

Logan groans at your words, kissing along the column of your throat, making your back arch. “Again.” He growls slightly as he pulls his hands away from your own, pulling your shirt up so he can see your stomach.

As your face flushes heavily, you use your arm to cover your eyes slightly, trying to aid the pain of being so flustered. “I wish I was an artist.” You admit softly. “I’d paint you.. sketch you- I’d do anything to see all of you.”

Sucking gentle hickeys into the fat of your stomach, his hand pushes up the tight fabric of your binder to reveal your chest. “Fuck..” he chokes out as he reaches out to grab your breast, feeling the fatty flesh under his palm. “I’ve got.. the prettiest boy in the world” he says weakly. “Right under my palm.”

“L-Logan-“ you cry out faintly, your body arching into his touch. You never thought you’d be this sensitive.. but it was like every nerve that came into contact with him was set on fire.

Before you can say anything else, he pulls you up to pull your shirt and binder off, tossing them aside. Gently laying you back down, he shifts onto his knees as his lips meet your breasts, his tongue gently swirling along your nipples. He pulls away for a moment with ragged breath. “Keep talking” he orders softly. “Keep being sweet to me.”

When you look down at him and your eyes meet, it feels like all of the air has been knocked out of your lungs. God he looked ethereal like this. While Logan keeps eye contact, he tweaks one of your nipples with his hand while his lips wrapped around the other one sweetly. Throwing your head back once more, you struggle to gather your breath. “I- I think about you- at night” you gasp out as his mouth shifts downcast, along the plush of your stomach until he reaches your pants. “I fall asleep- t-to the thought of you” you confess weakly.

As Logan makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and sliding them off of you, you can hear how his breath catches at your words. “I know.” He says through ragged breaths. “I can hear you.. every time you say my name. Whether it be when you’re touching yourself or dreaming..” he murmurs lowly as he pulls your briefs down. “I always hear it.”

Logan feels how you tense when you realize he hears everything you do in your room at night. He can’t help but smirk as he pulls your briefs off completely, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders. “Gonna give you what you’ve been begging for at night baby” he groans when he presses his nose against your soft boycunt, sniffing deeply and making you squirm. He sees how flushed your face is, and he can’t help but smile as he presses tender kisses along your inner thighs. “You stay so quiet, sweet thing” he muses between kisses. “But ya decided to crush on the one mutant with super hearing, hm?” He chuckles lowly. “You tried so hard.. I could hear it. How you muffled yourself the best you could.. wasn’t good enough baby. Not for me.” He whispers against your soft skin.

Your thighs clench around his head as he places a small lick along your folds, and you can practically feel the smirk on his lips. “I’ve wanted to taste you for weeks” he groans softly as two of his thick fingers move to part your folds. “Fuck baby boy..” he murmurs as he gets a full view of your leaking cunt. “You got this wet just from me?” He mutters under his breath.

Letting out a shaky breath, you can’t help but nod shyly, keeping your head back against the mattress. “You’re really hot” you whisper faintly in reply as his hot breath fans over your fluttering hole.

He chuckles deeply at your words as he pulls your folds back to reveal your little bud, perking up and pleading for his attention. He hums as he leans forward, pressing a small kiss to your clit, making you flinch at the feeling. “Christ..” he breathes at how sensitive you are. “I think this is the prettiest pussy I’ve seen, baby.” He says affectionately as he presses a kiss to your leaking entrance, making you whimper. “Couldn’t have imagined how sweet my boy’s cunt would be.” He murmurs as he licks his lips.

Taking shallow breaths as you try to gather yourself, you can’t help but ask the question that’s been burning in the back of your mind. “Do.. you get with trans guys a lot?” You ask tentatively.

He pauses at your words, his gaze shifting up towards your face. “Never..” He murmurs. “Never really considered it before. Hope ya don’t mind.. I haven’t met a lot of trans folk in my time.”

Leaning up slightly to meet his gaze, you sigh softly. “You still see me as a guy.. right?” You question softly. “I mean- I know it’s kind of hard with a cunt staring you in the face-“ you start to ramble, but he quickly leans forward and slips his tongue past your tight hole to shut you up. When you choke out a moan and lay back down completely, he chuckles.

“Best of both worlds if you ask me” he muses. “Always liked soft things like you.. and I can’t deny there’s a bit of a preference for cunt on my end.” He fans against your folds. “But to get a sweet boy on top of it all? I’d say that’s the cherry on top.”

Sighing softly, you let out a faint breath of relief. “Glad I can be of service” you joke breathlessly with a small smile on your lips.

Chuckling faintly, Logan slips a finger into his mouth with a smirk before he prods at your tight hole, pushing in as gently as he can. When you groan weakly he starts to press small kisses along your thigh, his finger getting sucked in as deep as it can go. “Christ baby.. you really need to get fucked, hm?” He smirks. “Sucking me in like it’s nothing..”

Reaching downwards, you slip your hand into his hair and tug ever so slightly. Logan has to pull away from your cunt for just a moment, biting his lip with a groan. A flustered smile crosses your lips as you look down at him, eyes completely infatuated with him. “You’re so soft” you murmur softly as you feel his fluffy hair in your palm.

Logan looks up to meet your gaze, a fire lit in his soul with how nice you were being to him. God, just about every hookup he had wanted a quick and dirty fuck.. and here you were praising him. “Just for you” he murmurs, his words containing a small promise. Leaning back down, he starts to suckle your clit sweetly while his finger pumps in and out of your hole at a tantalizing pace.

Hissing slightly from the combined pleasure, you tug on his hair a little harder, and his arms wrap around your thighs, holding you in place. “A man like me doesn’t deserve a heaven like this” he whispers against your plush skin, gently retracting his finger and pressing a sweet kiss to your fluttering hole.

Letting out a weak breath, you gently sit up and reach for the fabric of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the flannel with shaky hands. When you notice how he tenses at your action, you quickly pause and your eyes meet his own. “Can I?” You whisper softly. “I.. I want to return the favor.” You smile faintly.

Letting out a faint sigh, he sits up and moves to rest on his knees, letting you unbutton his shirt. Smiling shyly, your gaze shifts to his hairy chest as you remove his flannel. He watches closely and notices how your pupils dilate at the sight of his well built body. He can’t help but smirk as you look at him like he was a statue in a museum.. full of fascination. A little part of you wanting to touch. Gently grabbing your hand, he pulls it to rest against the dark curls in between his pecks. “Do whatever you want, baby.” He says lowly against your ear. “It’s all yours.”

Your eyes are glued to his bare body as you carefully pull his shirt off, grabbing it before pulling it into your chest, looking down at it as a small smile forms. “I love this one on you.” You whisper softly.

He smiles affectionately at your words as he gazes down at how cute you are. You were gazing down at his shirt like it was the most precious thing in the world. Reaching forward, he gently puts his hand on the flannel and pushing it out of the way. As soon as you look up, his lips meet yours in a sweet kiss. Letting go of his flannel you grin against his lips as he wraps his arms around your back. Shifting to where he falls to lay on his back on the motel bed, he pulls you with him to straddle him.

Laughing sweetly as you sit up, you can’t help but run your hands through the dark curls of his chest, admiring how warm he felt. He watched affectionately as you take in his form, eyes exploring his body like no one had before. After a few moments he can’t catch himself before his hips roll upwards slightly, sending his clothed erection to rut against your bare cunt.

“Shit” you gasp out at his movements, your mouth hanging open slightly at the feeling. You sit still for a moment, trying to get past your flustered state. Rubbing your hand along his side, your eyes shyly meet his own. “Could.. could you do that again?” You ask softly.

He grins at your words, quickly bucking up his hips so the rough fabric hits your boycunt just right. “Ohh, fuck yeah” he groans as he lets his head fall back against the mattress. “That’s the stuff.” Blushing heavily you experimentally roll your hips against his own, pulling a groan from him. “God.. you’re going to be gripping my cock like a vice. Can already tell.”

As his words send a heat through you, you can’t help but make quick work of his zipper and jeans, doing your best to pull them back, leaving mainly his boxers visible. When you hesitantly palm his erection, you see how he grips the sheets with a groan. Unable to wait any longer, you gently pull him out of his boxers, heat blooming in your core when you see how fat his cock is.

“Logan..” you whisper breathlessly, but before he can look up and answer you, you’ve already moved back, leaning down and starting to lap at his dick. Logan’s hips flinch at the feeling of your hot tongue, doing the best he can to keep himself still.

When you provide little kitten licks to his tip, he lets out a gravelly moan, but you could hear his resolve fading. “Holy fuck, baby” he says through clenched teeth. “You’re so good- so good.”

Little beads of precum started to form at his tip, which you hesitantly tasted. He sits up slightly, his eyes dilating when he sees how your small hand barely wraps around his cock. It’s clear you don’t want to overwhelm yourself, your eyes closed in concentration as you wrap your lips around the head of his dick, sucking softly before letting your tongue travel around the shaft.

You keep your eyes closed as you try to focus on his dick. You wanted to cement him into your memory, carving out a portion of your mind that would be dedicated to him and only him. Where you could recall how heavy his cock was against your tongue, how his abs against your plush stomach made him groan, or how his tongue felt against your little bud. He was just so perfect. You couldn’t stop thinking about it while your tongue traced his cock. His beautiful brown eyes, stoic personality- his protective instinct? How he always checked on you? It made your head spin. You never thought you’d have him like this.

Logan couldn’t help but run his fingers through your hair, ever so slightly pushing you down further so you’d lap at the base of his cock. When he feels a few cold droplets fall around his groin, he grunts and looks down, struggling to keep his eyes open. But within a few seconds, his eyes are open and alert as he stares down at you with wide eyes. You were crying. Your eyes were closed as you licked along his veiny cock, tears dripping down and gathering at the base. He quickly sat up, using your hair to pull you off of him gently. “Baby- baby, what’s wrong?” He said slightly panicked.

You’re a little confused when he pulls you away and starts to speak, your mind foggy and vision slightly blurry. “hm?” You hum faintly as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands quickly cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. When you register his worried gaze, you start to come back a little, moving your hand to wipe at one of your eyes. You look down with slight confusion to find that you had been crying. Crying on his cock when he hadn’t even done anything- jesus.. it was pathetic. Your cheeks quickly heat up when you realize how stupid you looked. “N-nothing” you stutter out quickly as you try to wipe your tears away completely, eyes downcast and unable to meet his own. “My- my body is just- being dumb.” You murmur quietly.

He huffs at your words, not taking that for an answer as he lifts your head up to face him. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, his voice much softer than usual. “You gotta be honest with me, bub.”

You quickly shake your head no, hating that he even considered he was to blame. “No- no. I don’t.. I don’t know why I’m..” you trail off, embarrassment flooding your body.

His eyes never leave your own, his thumb tracing over your cheek gently as his other hand falls to your hip. “Was it overwhelming?” He asks faintly. “I.. I know I’m bigger. Than average, I mean.” He murmurs.

You quickly shake your head, your eyes landing on his own. “I was just- thinking.” You murmur quietly. “While I was.. you know.”

His head tilts slightly, his hand shifting to brush his fingers through your hair. “You shouldn’t have to think, bub. M’supposed to take care of ya.” He sighs softly. “What’s going through that head of yours?” He asks.

You look downcast, leaning against his hand when he rubs your head. As you look down, you start to realize that your bare cunt is against his cock- but you’d ruined it. He wasn’t all that hard anymore, not nearly like he was. When his question registers, you sigh faintly. “Just.. about you.” You confess in a whisper. “You’re so.. warm.” You murmur. “And safe. And pretty.”

A faint scoff slips past his lips, a tiny smirk at the corner of his mouth. “So? You started crying because you like me so much?” He teases. But what he doesn’t expect, is for you to look up at him with a guilty look in your eyes. Christ.. he couldn’t catch a break with you. First you praise him more than he’s ever been praised, and now here you are crying because he’s too perfect? Fucking hell. When he sees the genuineness in your gaze, he stills for a few moments. “Baby.. ya can’t be serious.”

You look downcast once again, and you feel tears starting to form in your eyes, which you quickly start to wipe away. “It’s- it’s different.” You say quietly in your own defense. “I’m different.”

His eyes narrow for a moment in thought. “..different.” He repeats faintly. When you nod, he leans his head back against the headboard as his eyes trail over your naked form, his hands moving to knead at your thighs. “Different or not.” He murmurs. “I still want you.”

A weak smile forms on your lips for a moment. “I’ve never sat in someone’s lap.” You confess softly as you gesture down to how you’re seated on top of him. “No one’s ever seen me naked. Not like this.” You murmur with a shaky sigh. “No one’s ever.. held me.” You whisper, placing one of your hands over his own. “Made me feel warm. And safe.”

His body tenses when he listens to you speak. You were a virgin. And not just physically- it sounded like it was emotional too. No boyfriends to hold you? Cuddle you? Keep you close like you’re their personal teddy bear? The thought made him a little sick. Knowing you’d gone for so long without touch. Without another thought he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to lay completely against his chest. “Baby.” He whispers against your ear as he starts to rub your back. “sweet boy.” He adds faintly. “No wonder you were crying. I- I should’ve held you. Should’ve held you first.”

Your body tenses when he pulls you close, but you very slowly start to relax against him. God he was warm- like a heater. You couldn’t help but melt against him, your legs spreading as you rested against him completely, your bare chest against his own. “s’okay.” You murmur faintly. “i just wanted to touch you.. didn’t matter how.”

He sighs faintly as he holds you close, tucking his face into the crook of your shoulder. “Can’t get over how sweet you are.” He murmurs against your skin. The two of you stayed like that for a few small moments, but you can’t ignore the ache between your legs anymore. You tentatively press your lips to his collar bone, the kiss featherlight. You wanted him so badly- but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. A small smile crosses his lips when he feels your lips, and one of his hands travels down your back. “I can feel you dripping” he smirks against your ear. “No point in being shy now, yeah?”

You sigh softly, your cheeks burning hot against his skin. “can we?” You whisper tentatively.

He smiles softly, pulling his arms from around you to rest on your thighs. Leaning back slightly, he reaches down as you lift your hips, jerking himself a few times before aligning with your entrance. “Do you trust me?” He says as he looks up at you, his voice full of care.

Your hands rest on his chest, trying to ground yourself with a shaky sigh, your eyes closing. “With my life, Logan.” You say breathlessly.

His breath hitches and he gently guides you down with his other hand, heavy hold on your hip. You hiss slightly as his tip prods at your tight hole, and he lets out a groan. “fuck baby” he huffs. “need this pussy wrapped around me, yeah?” he grunts as you sink down a little further.

Your eyes are tightly shut, trying to calm down your breathing as you feel the little burn of his tip slipping in. It’s clear you’re trying to focus, and Logan can feel how tight you’re clenching around him. “f-fuck” you whimper, your thighs shaking as you try to go slow. When he feels how tense you are, his brows furrow slightly with concern. You needed to be relaxed- you needed to enjoy this. He needed to take care of you. Before he can slip in any deeper, he gently pulls you off of him, much to your surprise. You look down at him with concern as you rest on his thighs. “Lo?” You ask softly. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head no, lifting you up slightly so he can get onto his knees. He lets your back fall against the mattress as he shifts up as close to your boycunt as he can get. “Gonna take care of ya” he grunts as he puts his hands under your knees on the backs of your thighs, holding them up so he can position himself correctly. When he lets your legs go you sigh softly, letting them wrap around his waist. “I think you’ll like this much better.. I can get as deep as you want- all ya gotta do is ask.” You nod gently, watching as he moves to lean over you, his eyes closing as he grabs his cock, lining it up with your hole once again. “This time-“ he murmurs as he presses in slightly. “It’s for real, baby.”

You gasp weakly when you feel that burn in your pussy as it tries to accommodate him. Before you can even really comprehend the pain, his lips meet your own in a deep kiss, making sure you’re distracted from any discomfort. His other hand shifts down to your boycunt, his thumb gently tapping your little bud, trying to not get you too overwhelmed too early. “Logan” you choke out when he manages to press in almost halfway. “it- it won’t fit” you say quickly, but his thumb on your clit starts to calm your mind.

He presses a gentle kiss to your chin before drifting down to leave hickeys on your neck. “You were made for me, sweet thing” he whispers. “I promise it’ll fit.”

Logan swears he’s seen heaven at this point. The way your tight, warm walls engulf him are driving him to the brink of insanity. You’re squeezing him like a vice, and he can feel how goddamn wet you are. Out of all the people he’s fucked, he knows this one is different. The grip of your boycunt is like a loving hug, and the way your eyes flutter closed makes his lower stomach twist into knots. Could he even remember a time he knew a man this perfect? Sure, he’s had a few guys choke on his dick every now and then.. but this was something different entirely. He could feel himself submitting to you- even though he was taking the lead. Everything in his being was screaming at him to make you feel good. His legs wanted him to pound into you, his arms wanted to hold your legs back to make sure he could reach your deepest spots. It took everything in him to hold himself back, to make sure he didn’t overwhelm you.

Hearing your soft cries of his name made him clench his teeth. He’d never been overly fond of his name, but hearing it from your lips made it sound like the most beautiful thing in the world. He said your name over and over like a prayer as his arm wrapped around your torso, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck. “so fucking good- you’re so good” he groans against you as he starts to suck hickeys into your skin. He made sure the pumps of his hips were loving, grinding against you as carefully as he could, ensuring you could feel every inch of him over and over again. “ya feel me?” he grunts against your ear, making you mewl. “that’s right kid- this cock is all yours. Never givin’ it to anyone else.” He groans.

Your arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, holding him as closely to you as possible. He could tell how much you craved his touch, the warmth that his body offered, and he made sure to give you everything he could. “logan!” You gasp out, making him clench his teeth. “holy shit- don’t stop- please don’t fucking stop.” You pleaded into his ear.

He chuckled at your words, slowing his hips just enough to drive you crazy. The tender grind of his crotch against your puffy clit left you dizzy, your thoughts melting into nothing but him- exactly what he wanted. “Good boy” he breathes against your ear. “Keep takin’ this cock, yeah? Fuckin’ hell- never realized how bad I needed you, bub.” He sighs against your skin as one of his hands shifts to your chest, squeezing the soft flesh under his palm. He audibly groans when he feels how pliable you are for him, your head resting against the mattress as his hips roll into your own. He smirks at the sight, shifting his head down so he can take your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the peak.

You hiss at the contact of his hot tongue against your chest, the contrast sending a shiver down your spine. “Logan-“ you gasp as your hands shift into his hair, tugging on his strands to try and ground yourself. His lips let go of your chest with a pop, a grunt leaving him when you tug on his hair. It makes him buck his hips up, the hardest he’s done it yet. He freezes when he feels you gasp- had he hurt you? Did he get too eager? Before he can say anything, your hands cup his cheeks and bring him to meet your gaze. “do that again.” You said quietly, the order making him smirk.

“Yes sir.” He chuckles as he hikes up more onto his knees, giving him the leverage he needs to really fuck you good- just like he wanted to. He was thankful they were in some shitty motel instead of the mansion. There would’ve been no hiding the sound of his hips slapping against yours, or how your moans were getting progressively louder. And he couldn’t stop himself from moaning himself- your cunt just felt so good wrapped around his cock, squeezing it for all it was worth. “shit-“ he chokes out as his hand slips down to rub against your puffy clit, watching as your eyes roll back slightly. “i knew baby- i knew my hand couldn’t even come close to the real thing, yeah? So goddamn tight.. gonna milk me dry?” He grunts.

You nodded mindlessly, lost in how his cock kept hitting right up against that perfect spot inside of you, making your body tense up with ease. “Mhm” you whine in reply, your fingers tugging on his hair as your body clenches up around him. “Lo-“ you gasp weakly. “fuck-“

“That’s it” he coaxes as his thumb speeds up on your clit. “Cmon bub.. almost there. So close, yeah? You’ll feel better after you make a mess on me” he smirks as he places kisses along your collar bone, admiring the embarrassment radiating from your face. Before he can say anything else to tease you, he feels your boycunt clench up around him impossibly tight, stealing his breath away. He quickly grunts, crashing his lips against your own in a needy kiss as he tries to keep his hips moving, but he knows it’s a losing fight. You’ve got him locked down tight, cumming around his cock like you owned it. “Holy fuck, kid” he groans, his arms slipping around your form, holding you close to his chest as he braces himself.

As your mind went hazy from your release, you barely registered Logan pulling his cock out of you and rutting against your boycunt like a dog in heat. As you started to come to your senses you realize how he’s babbling against your neck as he chases his own high. “Holy hell, bub-” he chokes out. “this cunt- goddamn it’s mine.” He huffs. “fuck I’ve needed you- where the hell have you been all my life?”

Watching him with a fucked out look, you gently pull his chin forward to kiss him. But this time- this time it’s different. He feels himself cum the second you start kissing him like you love him. Like you care about him. Like he’s precious to you. His hips stutter before he lets his lower body fall onto yours, unable to form a coherent thought as you grace him with your lips against his own. You can feel the hefty rise and fall of his chest, his lungs trying to keep up with the rest of him. “Do you need some water?” Your soft voice whispered as you gazed up at him.

That look? That look was something he would never be able to forget. That look of soft dominance that came ever so naturally to you. You were smaller and weaker than him, but here you were concerned for his comfort. He was dominant, sure. He could command a room with ease, make himself the center of attention whenever he needed to. But you felt it was your responsibility to care for others without a second thought. And that’s something he could never imitate. You’re a good person through and through- and he couldn’t believe he was allowed to have you like this.

“I should be asking you that” he murmurs as he lets his head rest against your chest.

Sighing contentedly, your fingers gently trail through his hair. “You did all the work.” You huff with a tired smile. “Ten out of ten, by the way. Would fuck again.”

He snorts with laughter, sitting up to pull himself off of you. He sits back on his knees, looking over his handy work. Your abdomen painted white, chest rising and falling in tandem with his anxious heart. “Well” he smirks. “I’m always around.” He teases as he slips off of the bed, walking into the small motel bathroom. “Don’t move too soon- you might be a little weak” he calls out as you hear the sink start to run.

You slowly sit up, glancing down at how his cum shone on your skin, the trail being muddled from the rolls of your stomach. A small smile spreads on your face as you turn to look at yourself in the cheap mirror on the wall. Maybe it was your imagination.. but you felt it. That little afterglow that radiated off of you- maybe just for you to see.

After a few moments, Logan walks out of the bathroom but stops short in the doorway, watching how you admired yourself in the mirror. His smirk softened as he leaned against the doorway, clearing his throat slightly. “If you need a minute I can leave you two lovebirds alone” he teases, referring to you and your reflection. His heart flutters when he hears your laugh, and he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “What’s got you all.. smiley?” He murmurs as he walks over to the bed, sitting near the headboard so he can get a good look at you.

You turn to look him straight on, your head tilted slightly like a puppy’s would be. “I just..” you whisper. “I don’t feel guilty.” You smile.

His smile falters, and understanding starts to set in. He gently pulls you into his arms, guiding your back to rest against his chest. He tenderly takes the warm cloth he had in his hand and starts to wipe you up, his lips against your shoulder. “I think you’re the first person that hasn’t regretted sex with me.” He murmurs faintly. “I’m bad news, kid.” He sighs.

You let your eyes close as he takes care of you, cleaning you up as gently as he could. His words make you scoff, a small smile on your lips. “Logan.. our entire lives are bad news.” You say softly, your eyes opening as you turn to look into his eyes. “You really think I’m adverse to risk? We’re doing a sting operation right now for god’s sake” you snort. Before he can reply, your eyes widen and you push yourself off of the bed, landing on wobbly feet. You catch yourself on the nightstand, a string of curses leaving you as he looks at you with confusion. “The mission!” You hiss, digging in your bag for your computer. When you check the time.. only thirty minutes has passed. Breathing a sigh of relief, you close your computer, tossing it onto the bed. “It’s only been thirty minutes? Seriously?” You huff.

Logan grins at you, lying back against the pillows. “Sex really doesn’t take that long. Unless you want it to, of course.” He smirks.

You smirk back, walking over to your bag and pulling out an oversized shirt you brought to sleep in. “I think I’m out of commission for the night” you chuckle. “But- if you say please I’ll let you take me to that diner down the road in the morning.”

Before you know it he’s up and behind you, his hands slipping around your waist. “That’s the gentlemanly thing to do.” He grunts against your ear. “Do I look like a gentleman?”

Turning in his arms, you look up at him lovingly. “Give me a week” you hum. “I can make it happen.”

He huffs, capturing your lips in a kiss. When he pulls away, one of his hands slip up to cup your chin. “Fuckin’ hell..” he breathes. “You’ve already won this war, you know that?”

You tilt your head with a smile. “I didn’t know there was a war to win.”

“Mhm.” He hums, letting his forehead rest against your own. “You’ve got a mutt in your corner now, bub.” He murmurs. “Throw me a bone and I’ll bark.”

RAHHHH I FINALLY FINISHED IT‼️ I really hope you guys enjoyed! This is officially my longest writing ever. Reblogs and notes are extremely appreciated!! I look at every notification I get :)

[luvtak]

mr. sandman, bring me a dream

✧ pairing 7 dream x reader

✧ genre/tw fluff fluffy fluff fluff, what i think dating them would be like <3 an embarrassing amount of run-on sentences i'm sure.... the dreamies being the most perfect boyfriends to exist, mostly unedited

✧ w/c 2293 (about 300 words each!!)

✧ a/n back to my roots writing for nct... also,,, not the dreamies being my ult group but my last group to do these headcanons for :/ i have so much fun writing these little ideas and dreams about them let me know if you want more!

MARK truly the definition of wrapped around your finger… tells everyone about you every day of his life. Smiles at everything you say and calls you the cutest names. Makes sure everyone knows that you’re taken for life–no ifs about it. Tells you about his whole day, down to the most unimportant details. Kisses you all around your face and gets red seeing you so flustered. Constantly saying the worst pickup lines. Always always makes time for you even with his busy schedule. Talks to your family on the phone and becomes best friends with your siblings. Lets you win during video games and pretends that you’re just so much better than him. Never comes empty-handed–if you invite him over he’s bringing some sort of present he can’t help it. Wraps you up in at least three layers when it looks a little cold outside. Starts bringing up ideas for a Halloween couple’s costume in January. Celebrates your birthdays and accomplishments like his own. Holds you close to him in any moment of rest, the members are around? He’s only bringing you in closer. I’m sorry to say this, but he is definitely one of those people who refer to you as a “we”... “we watched that movie last week!” or “sorry, we can’t come, we have plans.” Would never even think about fighting with you and when it can’t be avoided, he is always the first to apologize. Walks around draped over you, his neck falling onto your shoulder and clumsily shuffling you along. Steals your phone to take silly pictures of himself, and you end up having 500 selfies of Mark making the same five kissy faces. Fixes your clothes/jewelry/hair as the day takes its toll. Kisses your wrist whenever you hold hands. Lovely and forever committed to giving you the sweetest existence possible.

RENJUN  My angel boy<3 would be the most loving boyfriend if you’re able to get past him giving you sm attitude. Lovingly scolds you 24/7 365. Pouts if you don’t say you love him back or forget to kiss him before you leave. Steals your sweaters and jewelry. Makes you laugh so hard you cry, then kisses the tears away. Has the worst case of cute aggression when he see’s you like he can’t help but take a bite out of you. Whenever you ask him to do something he’ll roll his eyes and scoff but still gets up to do it anyway. Says your name so sweetly and with so much love it could be a term of endearment. Sings to you when you’re sad. Holds you so tight when you sleep, like he could absorb you into his own skin. Carries a picture of you in his wallet everywhere he goes. Gets genuinely annoyed when other people know something about you that he didn’t–wants to know everything, especially the embarrassing stuff. Acts of service king, does things for you and expects nothing but a kiss in return. Gives you the first bite of his food. Forehead kisses 100% of the time. Extremely tenderhearted, wants to be loved and love in return with nothing holding him back. Knows your schedule down to a T. Shakes his head at every joke you tell, but still grants you a laugh. Kisses you slowly and earnestly even if theres people around. Drops the most earth-shattering confessions of love at random moments and just expects you to move on. Matching accessories are a must!! And he will be ready to break up if your forget it one day (we have seen how he is with the dreamies friendship rings). Wraps himself completely around you when no one is around, and stays that way until one of you has to get up. Loves completely and wholeheartedly and is a perfect perfect boy. 

JENO Shy and perpetually flustered, cannot believe he got you fr. Alternates between the cockiest boy you’ve ever met and the most oblivious creature around. Is so in awe of you, cannot get over you choosing him. A big baby of a boyfriend. Body slouched over yours at all times. Tells everyone it isn’t obvious how unbelievably whipped he is for you than giggles when you call him a pet name. Loves when you fawn over him lol, would feel so good about himself when you laugh at his jokes or wear an outfit because he said you looked pretty in it. Definitely the kind of boy who gets you a necklace with his initials on it. Is somehow even more smiley when you’re around. His love language is 100% acts of service–helping you with chores and making dinner, he desperately wants to wash your hair and help take your makeup off. Always takes you home himself and makes you call him before you go to bed. Kisses you all over when you’re sad and squeezes you so tight you can’t breathe. Puts his lips right over your ear and whispers so you can hear him in loud places, sometimes telling terrible jokes to see you laugh. Constantly on the phone with you–will get yelled at by his members and staff to focus on his schedule. Takes you on long drives and lets you have the aux the whole time, smiles even when he hates the song.  Snuggles up to you and has you in an iron grip all night; wakes up periodically to tell you to stop wiggling. Literally a broken record of “oh my s/o would like this!” and “you would never believe what my s/o told me…” Tucks you into his sweater when you’re cold and always carries extra clothes because he knows you’ll forget. Could never hide his feelings for you, it’s written all over–hairbands and your favorite snacks in his cabinets. Is so so so in love with you, and would never even think about being embarrassed of it. <3

HAECHAN Sweet as cherry pie. Silly and charming and the kindest boy you know. Lives his life attached to you, hands on your hips and kisses pressed everywhere he can reach. Never goes a day without telling you he loves you in the most sickeningly sweet ways possible. Listens to every word you say, goes as far as telling other people to be quiet so he can hear you better. Serenades you with the most obnoxious renditions of love songs and coos when you make faces at him. Teases you endlessly–tickles and jokes and ridiculous nicknames, but would never let anyone else make a joke at your expense. Sleeps fully on top of you, head pressed under your chin and hands slipped under your sleep shirt. Celebrates you and your relationship with all of him, always the loudest voice singing happy birthday and the prettiest flowers congratulating you for an achievement at work or school. Speaks to you so softly and with so much compassion you almost get whiplash when you see him around the dreamies. Brings home sweet treats and little keepsakes from his day out. Will watch a movie or listen to a new song and note all the parts you’d like so he can play it for you later and speak to you about it. Unbelievably protective, not in a toxic way, but he wants so much to be able to take care of you and keep you safe–hand pressed on your back while you walk through crowds, and his hand protecting you from hitting your head as you get in the car. Has lists of important days in his notes app, cataloging gifts he could get you and your order at all your favorite restaurants. The perfect silly boyfriend, caring and lovely and everything you need

JAEMIN Marry this man. Has been committed and steadfast in his dedication to you since you met. Extremely serious when it comes to your heart and your feelings. The first to say I love you or to apologize after a fight–would never raise his voice at you or say things he didn’t mean. Is always feeding you, either a complete meal that took him an hour to make or the most perfect bowl of ramyeon you’ve ever had. Constantly sending you pictures of the cats. LOVES pda–kisses you in front of everyone and laughs when they groan, cuddles with you on the practice room couch, and rolls his eyes when the dreamies gag. Always kisses you with soft hands on your cheeks and the prettiest smile. Buys you a keepsake from everywhere they go on tour and gives it to you in a huge suitcase and will not feel ashamed in the slightest. Somehow finds out how to bring you up in every conversation, “oh they really like this song” or “thats actually their favorite movie you know…” you would truly never have to worry about anything with this man, he’s gonna take care of everything, a future airport dad if i’ve ever seen one. Sends tiktoks of cute animals and pouts if you don’t like them right away. Buys you silly sweatshirts and phonecases and demands you wear them proudly as a symbol of his everlasting love. Out of all of the boys, I feel like he is the most likely to give you a promise ring, and in my heart, I know he would have his name engraved on the inside–a quiet confession only the two of you know about. Sleeps directly on top of you, I just know it… holds onto you in every crowd. So many conversations between little kisses and I love yous. Always carries your things, whether it be a bag or shoes that got too uncomfortable his hands are open and ready whenever you need them. The most perfect boy in the world, and whose surprised? 

CHENLE truly your best friend in the entire world, f2l in its entirety… would roast you every minute of every day but if anyone else even dared he is shutting that shit down right away. His arm has a permanent residence on your waist. Giggles at you when you’re annoyed at him but apologizes anyway. Makes you watch him play basketball at 11 pm and laughs when you say you're cold and sleepy, but takes you home right away. Will kiss you in front of anyone–loves it when you get all shy and flustered. Always trying to give you expensive presents and rolling his eyes when you tell him to reign it in. dog dates with Daegal!!! Talks about you so causally that the dreamies didn’t realize you were his girlfriend until he kissed you goodbye, and they were all so dumbfounded. Will watch anything if you like it and will tell you it sucked with a smile on his face before kissing you as an apology. Huge bouquets for any anniversary or birthday. Wraps his arms around you and rocks you around, whispering sweet words that he’d deny if you told anyone about. Stares at you 24/7 and gives you his 100-watt smile. Goes out of his way to help you–buys your groceries, helps wash your hair, picks you up, and takes you wherever you need to go–but always denies it. Begs you to wear his clothes, bonus points if it’s something that has his name on it, or some nct merch. Has an iron grip on your hand at any given point and giggles when you try to get free. Will listen to literally anything you tell him. Smiles into kisses and sighs when you pull away. Is so domestic and lovely in everything he does, even if sometimes he is the biggest menace. 

JISUNG so so so shy, truly does not know how to have a s/o in public lmao. When you’re alone he’s the cutest most confident boy in the world but as soon as there is another person around he does not know you. He makes it obvious that it's just because he’s awkward, but sometimes you definitely do have to tell him to stop being a weirdo and to hold your hand. Constantly makes fun of people with you and is always ready to hear some hot goss. Is always listening to you–even if everyone in the room is talking over you, he will be looking at you with his full attention and urging you to go on. Laughs at everything you say even if it's not funny. Kisses your cheek every morning first thing, and thinks you look so cute cuddled up into the covers. Piggy-backs you everywhere: you drank a little too much or it's too early… up you go! You being comfortable and happy is his priority in any situation, and if anyone including himself is disrupting that he is dealing with it immediately. Whether that means complaining to one of hyungs to help him or going straight to the source of the issue, he’s going to try and help you, even if it’s not like him to speak up for himself–you’re the most important thing to him. Tries to teach you nct dances and gets unbearable secondhand embarrassment when he sees you mess up. Almost exposes your relationship once a month. Is wrapped around you every single moment you’re alone, even if it’s just for a second–someone leaves the room? Jisung is suddenly fully enveloping you. Thinks pda is so embarrassing but would try so hard to be more openly affectionate with you. Blushes to his roots when you sweet talk him no matter how long you’ve been together. Kisses your hands when it’s cold outside and wouldn’t even think about giving you anything of his if you needed it. The sweetest, shyest boy, and so wonderful–loving him and being loved in return would be the loveliest gift.

© LUVTAK

[mukimokai]

okay no cuz why is every kinich ship valid smh

TW: LONG ASS RAMBLING BUT FUNNY SILLY CUTSIE I PROMISE

kinlani is kinlani. like omg have you seen them: sunshine social butterfly girlfriend and her introverted moon boyfriend that she loves unconditionally. And it's a new concept for her once abused boyfriend who thinks everything comes at a cost: who gets confused when Mualani just loves him without asking for anything in return and he just loves it so much it makes him weak for her; he'd do anything for her without asking for payment like he does with anyone else because she helped him heal and she's his darling little wife who he'd do anything for.

ajawnich (ajaw with the ability to go into human form because seriously. we NEED human ajaw in more ways than one) is your typical doomed mortal x immortal tragedy in which a dragon who is new to human emotions and thinks lowly of humans slowly starts to understand humanity over the years with his infuriating yet kind human companion. Both are emotionally constipated fools; Ajaw pining like a lovesick idiot because he's supposed to hate his companion and want him dead but when that day of death finally comes, Ajaw feels no joy or happiness: just empty as he looks himself in the mirror, touching his face, or, well, Kinich's face.

oronich (idk the ship name, but also it exists lol) is two characters who are seen somewhat as outsiders by their own tribes: Kinich, while loved by most of the children, has a negative reputation for his job while Ororon is seen as a problem child and cast out of society. The two ostracised characters coming together in a doomed "we're kinda similar, aren't we?" Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham style (from stranger things, sorry chat) and forming an unexpected yet wholesome and definitely welcome bond with each other (they'd tend to their garden together).

lynich (a rarepair!! a popular rarepair is a miracle honestly) is two traumatized boys, the flirt and the flustered. One who speaks the truth outright, and one who's every word is a lie. One who thinks everything comes at a price, and one who thinks everything is a trick. When Lyney tells Kinich about his connections with the Fatui, Kinich isn't mad, surprised, but not mad. How could he be? When he knows why Lyney joined? He accepts him with open arms, Weighing the costs, befriending a member of the Fatui would most likely leave him out of their shadier affairs since Lyney would never harm him, right? Right. Even when Lyney succeeds Arlecchino, Even when he becomes a harbinger, even after everything: they're together, despite all the complications there are.

basically yeah. every kinich ship is valid rn. those are the popular ones at least-(ororon and kinich is not popular but it has more content than any others I've seen and ppl actually talked abt it at one point so it's being included)

citlali and kinich is being excluded bcz that's p3d0philia: fanbase, that was your lesson for shipping characters before we even know anything about them/before they're even released smh (/lh lololol)

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to my unfortunate realization: kinlani is poppy and branch smh (singing killed his father and made his mother run away, okay). They're basically every cliche quiet boy and cliche loud girl duo ever in history and they have that absolutely based opposite aesthetic duo vibe going on and it's wonderful i love them to bits and pieces chat.

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ajawnich is princess and the frog in which ajaw turns into a pixel dragon instead of a frog, or beauty and the beast in which ajaw's seal is the rose curse thingie, or both. or fluttercord, cant forget fluttercord. or billford, cant forget billford either. take your pick with them honestly.

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oronich is chrissy and eddie, could also see it being christine and raoul from phantom of the opera in which ajaw is the phantom, kinich is christine, and ororon is raoul.

(wait that's genius, im a fucking genius chat. someone make that an AU and credit me right NEEEEOW.)

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and lynich is kinda just there i dont really know anything else to compare it to but it's giving that one scene in tom and jerry where it's like: "I love you. *smothers in kisses* Why, you set my soul on fire. *smothers in kisses* It is not just a little spark. It is a flame; a big roaring flame. I can feel it now *smothers in kisses*" (the person doing the kissing and talking is lyney in case you couldn't tell LMAOOAO)

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anyways yeah

basically kinich harem i guess

i love being a multishipper because i can collect ships like a bitch and fawn over so many a time whenever i want >:3

also i love the whiplash between some of these: like kinlani and oronich were so wholesome and then you have AUGHHGHG angst with lynich and ajawnich smh.

sorry for rambling lmao but yeah

[bitchinfawkseh]

•♡ Pages of Affection ♡•

Dean Winchester x girly girl reader

Summary: You and Dean go to the library to investigate a case. While searching through some old papers and clippings, you discover a series of old love letters. Dean thinks they're stupid - you think they are romantic. In an attempt to make you feel special, he writes you a love letter.

Word count: 1288

Book after book, page after page, and still nothing. Nothing that would help you with this case or future cases - and Dean's grumbling and complaining was getting annoying. You adjusted the bow that was pinning your hair back away from your face - sometimes it got all slanted and looked weird. And you'd rather not have Dean tease you about it again. "We should have just made Sammy do the research." Dean started. You rolled your eyes and let out a deep, heavy sigh.

"I can't focus when you're whining."

"I'm not whining -"

"You are!" You interrupted, shooting him a mean glare. Dean went silent, and you decided to enjoy it while it lasted. You flipped open an older and more worn heavy book, the edges were frayed, and there were tons of scratches on the cover. Two flimsy pieces of paper fell out, landing in your lap. They looked to be old, too, with how dirty the paper was and how it smelt amazing

You purse your lips together and carefully pick it up, rubbing the material between your fingers. It felt more like parchment rather than modern-day printer paper. "What's that?" Dean asked, trying to peek at the papers. You shook your head and shrugged. You weren't sure what it was until you unfolded it. Messy scrawl and an easily read "My love," addressed at the top. You slowly smiled as you read through the love letter. It was so sweet… so romantic.

My love,

You've been on my mind for quite some time now, and it's getting harder each day to forget about you. I have known you for close to six years now. As time passes, I fall deeper in love with you. Sometimes, it's tough for me to express myself. Whenever I talk to you, I get flustered. Whenever I talk to somebody else about you, I get tongue-tied. You make my heart jump every time I see you. It's crazy that you are oblivious to your effect on me. But that is a part of your charm. The moment I laid my eyes upon you, I knew that my heart would forever be yours. Your beauty, both inside and out, is unmatched, and your kind and loving spirit only adds to my admiration for you.

You are my heart, my soul, my everything. I can not imagine a life without you, and I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I love you now and forever.

Forever yours,

George

"Oh… Dean, look." You said, passing him the letter as you went to read the second one. This might be the sweetest thing you've ever read, this George guy sure had a way with words. Dean watched with raised brows as you scanned the second letter, a soft happy smile on your face. Who knew someone else's love life could make you so happy? He swallowed hard and started to read what you handed him. It was… cheesy to say the least. It sort of made him cringe, to be honest. "You like this stuff?" He snorted.

You frowned. "It's romantic."

"It's cheesy, is what it is."

"He loved whoever he sent this to very much, who cares if it's cheesy?" You asked. Dean cocked a brow and looked you up and down, from your floral dress to your Mary-janes. Something you'd only ever wear if it was a "chill day", when you were out in the action, you'd opt for jeans and boots. "You like this stuff?" He asked. You nodded and your eyes briefly met his. "It's sweet."

His lips thinned slightly, "Huh."

And here he was, hours after you and Sam had both gone to bed, trying to write you a love letter. Dean tried to go with a rhyming scheme for a while - until he tried to rhyme your name with something that wasn't completely stupid and couldn't think of anything and scrapped that idea.

He thought about just copying the love letter you found - or something from online but that would be stupid. You could tell, and it wouldn't show he tried to put any effort in at all. Dean glanced over at your curled-up sleeping form, wearing a cute pink vintage nightgown that you nearly flipped your lid over when you saw it in the thrift store. You did love all of that… girly stuff. It was very endearing.

Then, he suddenly got some inspiration. Dean picked up his pen again, scribbling some things down on the paper. He knew what he wanted to write - but he didn't know how to word it. Dean appreciated you too much for it to be half-assed - or something that could be taken the wrong way with how it was worded.

And soon, the words just started to flow.

The next morning, Dean took you out for a coffee and some pastries at the local shop. The letter he wrote for you was snug in his coat pocket - waiting for your eyes and only your eyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat and wiped one of his clammy palms on the expanse of his jeans as he sat down on the bench next to you. You briefly looked over at him, taking a tiny sip from the herbal tea he had gotten for you. “So, what’s the occasion?” You asked. Dean’s brows furrowed and he chuckled nervously, he swore that his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. “What? No occasion…”

Your eyes narrowed, “Dean.”

“Okay! Okay, I… I have something for you - but don’t laugh, okay?” He swallowed hard and started to dig through his pocket. Your face immediately softened and you turned to face him, whatever it was - it was important to him.

Then, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with your name addressed on the front of it. “I tried real hard, okay? So… don’t laugh.” Dean warned - but with the slight waver in his voice, you could tell that he was very nervous. You took the delicate piece of paper from him and carefully unfolded it. The first line was enough to make your heart swell and for butterflies to form in your stomach.

Hey,

I don’t really know what to write… You know I’m not the mushy-gushy kinda guy, but I wanna try for you. I wanna start this off by saying I think you’re the prettiest woman out there, no doubt in my mind (and the bows you like to wear in your hair are damn cute.) You’re my whole goddamn world… you know, I purposefully try to make you laugh all the time too because it honestly sounds better than any Zeppelin song (don’t tell anyone I said that.) All it needs is a good guitar solo… kidding. Anyway, you’re my sweet girl who adores all that cute girly and flowery stuff, hell, I even let ya put that old heart key chain on my keys for Baby - nobody gets to fuck with Baby, except for you. I love you, more than words can say. I know I don’t tell you a lot, but I do.

I love you.

Your bottom lip jutted out, and you clutched the piece of paper to your chest, “Dean…” He surveyed your reaction carefully with wide eyes. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Finally, you practically threw yourself into his arms and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “This is the sweetest thing ever.” You beamed. Dean let out a relieved chuckle and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist. He (not so) discreetly inhaled the scent of your hair, smiling faintly when the light fragrance of flowers hit him. “Glad ya like it, sweetheart.”

[harmonicakai]

Be Around Me

Part 1 of the "Love is Embarrassing" series

Pairing: Gyuvin x Reader, Ricky x Reader (one-sided), Haobin crumbs, Jiwoong x Reader teeny tiny crumbs 

Summary: Gyuvin is the type of guy to get flustered over everything, but little does he know that you secretly think it makes him even cuter.

Tropes: basketball star!gyuvin, journalist!reader, college AU, basketball!zb1, frat!zb1, secret admirer, fluff, slow burn, crack, unrequited love, mutual pining, gyuvin is a LOSER

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Ricky is annoying lol, mentions of masturbation and sex (mdni!!!)

A/N: y’all will have pry zb1 college basketball au from my cold dead hands!!!!!!!! also for once in my life, y/n is not super insecure we cheered!!

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“It's obvious she's so out of reach And I'm finding it hard 'cause She makes me feel, makes me feel Like I try, like I try, like I'm trying too hard” —Try Hard, 5 Seconds of Summer

On the court, Kim Gyuvin is the star player of the Wakefield Roses. With his long limbs, he handles the ball with ease, capturing the hearts of everybody in the crowd every time he grins after scoring a basket.

Off the court, he’s an awkward mess. Combine that with the fact that you, the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, are usually the one covering games for the school news, and he’s a goner.

As if it isn’t hard enough for him to make eye contact with the camera, he also has to make sure he doesn’t stare too hard at your shiny hair or glossy lips. His teammates would never let him live it down if he was caught being an absolute creep on video.

What started out as a little crush has grown into a deep admiration. He reads every article that you put out into the school newspaper, sometimes even cutting out the ones you’ve written about him and his team. Everybody makes fun of him for being too scared to just ask you out.

He’s never been one to flirt with girls, but the way you make conversations so easy during interviews, even when he’s stumbling over his words, makes him feel at ease around you. Still, he wonders how much of it is just your journalist persona versus you actually liking him.

Sharing a double with Ricky means he gets exiled a lot in the name of his roommate getting laid. Sometimes, you come back from getting your morning coffee and catch him sleeping on one of the lounge’s couches.

One morning, when your arms are full of pastries that you intend to hoard in your dorm for the upcoming week, you spot him curled up yet again on your way back to your room. 

Without much thought, you stop to leave a muffin and a little note next to it on the table in front of him, conveniently forgetting to sign your name.

It began with cutesy but vague things, like “breakfast for a champion,” but quickly escalated as soon as Gyuvin started leaving notes back for you. 

After a couple exchanges, he even wrote that you didn’t need to be leaving him food at all and that he just wanted to know who you were. Truthfully, you had a really big crush on Gyuvin, but didn’t everybody?

Despite being a bit camera shy, he was always so sweet before and after your interviews, doing his best to make small talk and smiling his smile that could make anybody swoon. 

Plus, you’ve seen how much more comfortable he is with other people, even the cheerleaders, who are all super pretty. He must just be really nice.

So, you continue to leave the notes unsigned, despite each one growing in flirtation. You like the thrill of being mysterious, but you’re mostly just scared of getting rejected since he’s never given you a reason to think he likes you back.

It isn’t until Ricky catches you one morning, a sly grin on his face when he sees you leaving a whole stack of notes on the table.

When you lock eyes with Gyuvin’s roommate, you know the jig is up. Surely, he’ll tell him it’s been you all along.

“Y/N,” Ricky nods when you approach him, his arms crossed. “I have to say, I had my suspicions.”

“Listen, Ricky, I would prefer if we could keep this between us.”

“Gyuvin’s been going on and on about some secret admirer for weeks now. It’s cruel that you won’t tell him who you are.”

“He’s welcome to stop writing back if he doesn’t want to,” you shrug, although it would probably devastate you if that actually happened.

“Oh, trust me, he wants to. Especially if he found out it was you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that every time he finishes an interview with you, he might always run home and lock himself in our bathroom because you get him so riled up. If you know what I mean.”

Your eyes go wide at the revelation. Ricky is surely just messing with you. “That’s—that’s not funny, Ricky. You shouldn’t joke about those kinds of things.”

“I’m not joking,” he chuckles. “Listen, Zeta Beta Omega is throwing a party tonight and the whole team will be there. You should come.”

“I don’t do parties,” you scoff. “Why would you even want me there?”

“Because maybe after a few drinks, you and Gyuvin won’t be so scared to tell each other how you feel. Then you guys can knock off this silly game and he can stop whining about not knowing who his mystery girl is.”

“And go back to whining about how all his roommate does is kick him out every night so he can fuck whoever he lays his eyes on?”

“Exactly. See, Y/N, you get me,” he practically purrs. “So, you show up looking all pretty and talk to my poor, lovesick roomie, and I won’t spill your little secret. Deal?”

“Ugh, fine, I guess. I can’t believe you’re blackmailing me. Deal.”

“Trust me, it’s for your own good, sweetheart.”

You cringe at the pet name. “Is this how you talk to everybody?”

“Yes. Why? Is it working? Are you going to start leaving me notes too?”

“Enjoy the rest of your morning, Ricky. I’ll see you later,” you say, walking past him. Even if he’s annoying, it’s genuinely impressive how he managed to brush off every insult you threw his way.

“See you, Y/N.” You don’t even have to look back at him to know that he winked as he said that.

—————-

Gyuvin knows that staying up all night waiting around for his mystery girl would be an invasion of privacy. At least he thinks the person who keeps leaving him baked goods and notes is a girl. Or maybe he’s just being hopeful that it’s you.

He’s never seen your handwriting before, but he’s been close enough to smell your perfume and he swears he can catch hints of it wafting off the sticky notes.

In fact, he’s started looking forward to Ricky kicking him out of their shared bedroom just because he knows he’ll be waking up to the sweetest surprise when he sleeps in the lounge.

Tonight’s party should be a good distraction from all of the wondering. Maybe, if he’s drunk enough, Ricky will be more embarrassing than alluring and Gyuvin will get to sleep in his own bed. Still, he can’t get this morning’s notes off his mind. 

You’ve left him clues, little doodles of your favorite things. Your coffee order, favorite color, favorite animal, and so on. He’s hoping you’ll be at tonight’s party so he can see if you mention any of the stuff drawn out, but you never show up to these kinds of things.

That was before Ricky got involved. You stood outside the ZBO frat house wearing your worst sneakers and a baby pink minidress, as suggested by one of your suitemates.

If only you didn’t show up by yourself. There were a few familiar faces from class, and of course, the entire basketball team, but nobody you were really friends with. All you could focus on was how sticky the floor was and how much you needed a drink.

“Hi,” you say, finally making your way over to the bartender. It’s the team’s captain, Hanbin. “Just give me whatever tastes the best.”

“One rum punch it is,” he smiles, his whisker dimples making your heart flutter. Why was everybody on the team good looking? “Y/N, right?”

“Yep,” you say, taking the plastic cup from him. “You’re Hanbin. You know, I’ve been meaning to interview you, but you always seem so busy with other things at games.”

“Don’t worry about it. It wouldn’t be nearly as cute as when you interview Gyuvin,” he laughs, eyeing the line of guests waiting for their drinks. “I’ve got a job to do, but I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Thanks for the drink,” you say, holding it up in a sort of cheer before walking away. You take a sip and savor its sweetness, the liquor’s flavor blending in perfectly to the juice. Hanbin’s words stick with you. Were you and Gyuvin cute together?

Sure, he’s so tall that he practically towers over you, but he refuses to ever make eye contact and always keeps his replies so short and polite. Then again, he sure seems to write a lot in the notes that he doesn’t know are going to you.

For a second, you start to consider that you might actually have a chance with him, until you spot him with a beautiful girl touching his arm and whispering something in his ear. Before you can mope for too long, someone is tapping you on the shoulder.

“There you are,” a familiar voice calls over the music. You turn to see Ricky grinning at you, his hair looking almost white under the lights. “You look good.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest to prevent him from checking you out any further. He glances past you at his roommate.

“Don’t worry about her,” he assures you. You don’t know whether or not to believe him. “Gyuvin has never taken a girl home from these parties, let alone kissed one.”

That’s a relief. “Don’t you have a hook-up to hunt down?” you ask Ricky. He cocks an eyebrow at you, sipping his drink.

“Oh, Y/N. I keep my girls on speed dial,” he chuckles. You cringe at his playboy persona and for once in his life, Ricky is embarrassed. He shuts his mouth, hoping you can’t see him blush.

“Wow,” you say, tilting your head at him. “Don’t tell me young and rich, tall and handsome Shen Ricky can actually feel shame. I really wish I had a cameraman with me right now.”

“Like I said, it works on most people,” he attempts to reason. “You’re just immune to my charms, I guess.”

“Guess so,” you smirk, downing the rest of your drink. You glance behind your shoulder to see Gyuvin still talking to that girl, then back at Ricky, who’s deep in thought.

“Do you want to meet the rest of the team?” he asks, surprising you. You give a slight nod, and that’s all he needs to see before grabbing your wrist and pulling you through the crowd.

At first, Ricky lingers as you make small talk with Matthew, Taerae, and Gunwook, and explains to you that Yujin is actually at home because he’s still in high school. You feel like a horrible journalist—have you been so preoccupied with Gyuvin that you didn’t notice there was a literal child on the team?

By now, Ricky’s abandoned you to go find something, or someone, more entertaining. He’s dropped you off with Jiwoong, the oldest player, who is as aloof as he is annoyingly handsome. The way he eyes you makes your stomach do cartwheels, and you’ve had enough to drink that you can’t see the harm in flirting with a cute boy.

He’s spewing some bullshit about meditating when you cut him off. “I like your hair,” you blurt out, catching him off guard. He turns and smiles at you for the first time since you started talking.

“You do?” he asks, running a hand through it. “I think it’s a little long. I might get a haircut soon.”

“Keep it like that,” you say, not taking your eyes off of him. “It looks good.”

Jiwoong is grinning now, but he remembers that you’re Gyuvin’s crush, and it would be totally wrong to kiss you no matter how badly he wants to. He eyes the crowd, searching for someone to save him from the tension. 

“Hao!” he says, grabbing a boy passing by and pulling him into the conversation. He looks familiar, but he’s certainly no basketball player. “Y/N, this is Zhang Hao. He’s our equipment manager. I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Hao says, clearly caught off guard. “You’re the one who does the interviews, right?”

“That’s me,” you confirm. Jiwoong’s departure right when you thought he was going to kiss you was beyond bizarre. “I didn’t realize how many people knew me.”

“You’re basically a celebrity to the team,” Hao laughs. “They all think you’re pretty.”

“Makes sense,” you smile, sipping on your third drink of the night. “I am, in fact, very pretty.”

“Agreed. So, which one do you have your eye on?” he asks, leaning in to hear you better. “Or should I guess?”

“Go ahead and guess,” you say, eager to know what he thinks.

Hao takes a second to gather his thoughts. “Well, it’s clear that you’re into Gyuvin based on the way you giggle at his seriously unfunny jokes, but you were also just eye fucking Jiwoong. Then again, wasn’t Ricky dragging you around earlier by the hand?”

“By the wrist,” you correct him. “And yes, I do like Gyuvin. But he’s been talking to some other girl the whole night.”

“He only has eyes for you,” Hao says immediately. This is the second time you’ve heard this tonight, but the first where it’s coming from a trustworthy source.

“And you?” you ask in return, shifting the conversation onto him. “Which one do you have a crush on?”

Hao’s eyes widen. “I–I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not—I don’t—”

“Hao,” you cut him off. “You’ve glanced at Hanbin at least six times since this conversation started.”

He swallows, knowing he’s been caught. “It’s that obvious, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“We talk all the time,” Hao mutters, looking down at his shoes. “I’m basically his personal assistant.”

“Do you talk about anything other than basketball?”

“No.”

“Do you even like basketball?”

“...No.”

“Hao,” you say, gripping him by the shoulders and turning him towards the drink station. “Go over there and get your man.”

—————-

As if it weren’t enough of a shock to Gyuvin that you actually showed up to a ZBO party, he’s had to spend all night watching you chat up the entire team except for him. 

They’ve no doubt let it slip to you that he has the biggest crush on you on campus, maybe even the entire world. But he’s way too nice to tell one of his classmates, who attends every game just to hold up a sign with his name on it, that he isn’t interested. 

That’s how he ended up nursing his drink with a tight lipped smile, listening to what’s-her-name ramble on about things that would be more interesting to probably anybody else, all while keeping an eye on you as you bounce around the party.

Your interaction with Jiwoong made him jealous beyond belief, and he makes a mental note that while he’s made his crush on you very clear to his teammates, you’re technically not his and free to flirt with whoever you want.

He watches as you grasp Hao and shake him, muttering some words of encouragement before sending him over to the bar. Finally, you’re alone again. It’s now or never.

“I have to go walk my dog,” Gyuvin lies, not even bothering to let the poor girl react before making his way over to you. You’re wearing pink, his secret admirer’s favorite color. Surely, it’s not just a coincidence. 

“Y/N,” he says a little too loud, startling you. You jump, accidentally knocking yourself into him. Both of your drinks go flying and suddenly, you’re covered in sticky red liquid. 

At this point, Gyuvin might as well just die alone. How did he manage to only spill his drink on you and not himself? He peers down at you, guilt written all over his face, as you take in what’s just happened.

“Here,” he says, reaching into his hoodie’s pocket and pulling out wadded tissues. “They’re clean, I promise. I have, uh, I’ve got allergies, so I carry around a ton.” 

He unfolds one and gently pats the liquid off of you without so much of a second thought. Your silence makes him panic even more, and he’s so focused on drying you off that he doesn’t even notice he’s basically rubbing the tissue on your cleavage.

Gyuvin freezes once he finally notices where his hand is, immediately pulling away and putting a good distance between the two of you. “I am so sorry. Holy shit, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m not a pervert! Please don’t think I’m a pervert.”

“Gyuvin,” you finally say, your voice just as sweet as always. He’s pacing as much as he can with everybody packed in so tightly, his long legs taking tiny steps. “It’s okay. I don’t think you’re a pervert.”

He stops and looks down at you. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“Really,” you reassure him. “Although I might think you’re a klutz. Who knew Wakefield’s star basketball player was so clumsy off the court?”

“Technically, you bumped into me,” he asserts, his smile returning. “But you’re also the one who got soaked, so let’s just call things even.”

“Deal,” you agree. Sure, it’s fun when boys are obviously flirting with you, but the way Gyuvin has no clue what he’s doing is just so charming. It feels natural when you’re with him, a nice departure from the overused pickup lines and generic compliments that are usually thrown your way.

Gyuvin takes in your stained dress, the red punch seeping into the pink fabric like blood. You look straight out of a horror movie. 

“Here,” he says, shrugging off his varsity jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders before taking in the sight of you. “Wow. You look so…”

“Silly?” you answer, the expanse of material wrapped around you like a tent. 

“Cute. You look so cute.” Gyuvin meets your eyes for a split second before looking away again, his ears now feeling even hotter than when he saw you with Jiwoong. “I can get you a new shirt, if you want. My room isn’t far from here.”

“You want me to go with you to your room?” you giggle, enjoying how flustered you make him. Hearing his teammates talk about how much he likes you has taken a weight off your shoulders, and you don’t know how you ever thought he wasn’t into you before.

“No! Well, yes, but only if you want to. And I’m not using this as an excuse to bring you back to my room. I just know you like pink and I have this one pink shirt that shrunk in the wash and I think you’d look really good in it. Plus, I can start a load of laundry and get your dress all clean.”

This is the most you’ve ever heard him talk, his voice a few pitches higher than usual when he’s rambling. Plus, if he knows how much you like pink, he must be following your clues. “Let’s go to your room, then.” 

—————-

While Gyuvin’s side of the room is much neater than you expected, Ricky’s side looks weirdly perfect. Not a single thing is out of place, with every item labeled or color coordinated. You’re shocked that two basketball players can manage to keep such a small room so tidy.

“Sorry, it’s kind of a mess,” Gyuvin apologizes, moving to make his bed. “You can sit here.” 

“If this is what you think is messy, you don’t want to see my room,” you say, taking in all of the decorations. Usually, when you’re in a guy’s room, it’s all navy blue and manly movie posters, but Gyuvin’s walls are so colorful and covered in photos of his family and friends. 

One piece of paper catches your eye—the very first article you wrote about the basketball team. You scan his wall, catching more and more newspaper clippings, all penned by you. Gyuvin’s too busy putting things away and rustling through his drawers to notice you staring at them in awe.

“Here we go,” he calls out, turning and holding up a shrunken pink t-shirt and a pair of sweats. His grin fades as soon as he catches you reading one of your own articles, which have been on his wall for so long that he’s forgotten they’re even there. “Oh. Uh, please don’t think I’m a creep.”

“It’s not creepy. It’s sweet. They’re all about you, anyway,” you say, turning to take the shirt from him. It has a picture of a silly looking greyhound on the front of it.

“Right,” Gyuvin says, shrugging off the interaction. He pulls himself onto the bed next to you, sitting cross legged and making sure to leave a gap between you and him. “That’s my dog, Eumppappa.” 

“Eumppappa is an amazing name,” you muse, turning to smile at him. Your faces end up being so close that Gyuvin thinks his heart has stopped beating. In his attempt to scoot back, he ends up tumbling off of his bed.

“Fuck,” he says as he lands on the ground. You peer down from the lofted bed at his long limbs sprawled across the rug. If you didn’t think he was a complete loser before, you probably do now.

“Are you okay?” you call out, watching as he sits up and rubs his head.

“I’m good,” Gyuvin assures you, taking a breather before getting to his feet and heading towards the door. “I’m going to step out and let you change. Let me know when you’re decent.”

“Will do,” you smile, giving him a thumbs up. You strip your clothes off, throwing on the t-shirt and sweats and pulling the drawstring until you know they won’t fall off of you. “You can come back in, Gyuvin!”

He stumbles in, practically waiting with his body pressed against the door for the moment he could see you again. God, could you really not tell how much he liked you before tonight?

Gyuvin eyes you drowning in his clothes and he knows that he’d move earth and heaven if it meant that you’re who he got to wake up to for the rest of his life. 

“I’ll go throw this in the washer and then we can head back to the party,” he stammers, snapping out of his daydream and grabbing your dress. Your smile is so pretty right now, even after all of his awkwardness, that it takes everything in him not to get hard just looking at you.

By the time he gets back from the laundry room, you’ve decided you don’t want to go back to the party, especially not dressed like this.

“Oh,” Gyuvin says, disappointed that his time with you has been cut short by his clumsiness. “Do you want me to walk you back to your place?”

“I live down the hall,” you remind him. You hope he doesn’t realize you could’ve just as easily grabbed your own change of clothes.

“Right,” he grimaces. He knows that. He’s always trying to time leaving his room perfectly so that he runs into you on the way to class.

Just like whenever you interview Gyuvin, there’s an awkward silence, except this time it can’t be edited out. He’s back to looking everywhere in the room except at you.

“It’s not even midnight,” you say, glancing at your phone’s lockscreen. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Like, together?” Gyuvin asks in disbelief. You nod, an amused smirk on your face. “Duh, of course you meant together. Yeah, sure, let’s watch a movie.”

Moments later, you’re sitting in the dark with Gyuvin, your legs pulled close to your chest as you watch Amélie projected onto the wall above Ricky’s bed. 

Every once in a while, Gyuvin lets himself relax, his arm or his leg brushing against you by accident. After spending half of the film pulling away out of fear that he’s bothering you, he finally settles for having his fingers barely touching yours. 

“You know,” he starts, his eyes still locked on the movie. “I kind of have my own mystery going on right now.”

“Really?” you say, feigning shock. “About what?”

“Someone keeps leaving me notes when I sleep in the lounge. Sometimes treats, but mostly notes. They don’t sign their name, but today they left me some little doodles as clues and I’ve been trying to figure them out.”

The way you’re reacting makes his stomach turn. How could it be you when you have a look on your face that says you have no clue what he’s talking about?

“Well, I’ve been meaning to work on my investigative journalism. What if I helped you track your secret admirer down?”

If you aren’t going to fall for him, he’ll at least settle for being friends. “That’d be awesome, Y/N.” 

Suddenly, Ricky comes crashing into the dorm room, his lips attached to some girl’s face. He pulls away from her for a second, barely registering that you’re even there, before pulling out his wallet and throwing a couple hundred dollar bills at Gyuvin. “Get out. Now.”

Before you can protest, Ricky’s already unbuttoning his shirt, and you’ll gladly evacuate if it means you don’t have to watch whatever freaky shit is about to go down.

“I didn’t know he pays you to sleep in the lounge,” you laugh, your arms full of Gyuvin’s comforter as you walk down the hall. “With that kind of money, he could just buy an apartment.”

“He could,” Gyuvin starts, holding his pillow in one hand and the stack of notes—your notes—in the other. “But then he wouldn’t get the true college experience. Plus, he only throws money at me when it’s a last minute thing.”

“How much was that, anyway? Like $300?” you ask. He stops and takes out his wallet.

“$400. Pretty standard,” he shrugs, counting the bills. Your eyes widen at the total.

“Are you going to share?” you pout. “I got kicked out too.”

“You can have it,” he says, handing you the money, his brain short circuiting at the way you bat your eyelashes at him. You marvel at the crisp bills. “This is just another Friday night for me.”

“Okay, young and rich, tall and handsome Kim Gyuvin. Thanks for buying my dinner for the rest of the semester!” You don’t know this, but if you asked him to, Gyuvin would buy you whatever you wanted.

Before you can get down to helping him figure out the doodles, or throwing him off your trail, the two of you are fast asleep. Instead of the lounge’s couch, Gyuvin curls up on the oversized bean bag on your bedroom floor. It’s much too small for his frame to actually be comfortable, but he somehow feels more content just being around you.

—————-

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[sunrisecaminus]

Enjoyed the self-doubting reader hcs a lot !! Thank you !! If you don't mind, can you also do Knockout and Breakdown for it? 👉👈

Message - These two are some of my favorite babies in the word. Of course I will, hon!

Summary - Headcanons of Knockout and Breakdown cheering up their little human from horrible thoughts/feeling down.

Warning - Trespassing, Illegal Racing

Knockout

~ This man is so fabulous, it radiates off of him. Honestly you don't know how you could get such a beautiful bot to love you.

~ When he sees you in a bad mood, knowing your issues with self-doubt. He will spring to action to get you not thinking such horrible thoughts.

~ First thing this bitch does is flirt with you to try and distract you.

~ "Hey pretty. Want to go sit on my hood?"

~ Getting you to laugh or embarrassed is his accomplishment, he loved your sweet laugh.

~ Taking you to free movies is nice, but sometimes he lets you stay in his birth room to do make up sessions on each other.

~ He will try to get you to ignore your paperwork by helping him clean tools or even spilling some tea to you.

~ Dammit does he love when you cook, he may not be able to eat it, but he loves looking at the pretty dishes. If he sees you in a bad mood, this guy will try to remind you to try the new recipe he found that one time.

~ If you don't mind, this man will go speed racing with you in the diver seat. Knockout understands when you probably just need a breather from everything and would drive like crazy for you, trying to get you to feel like nothing else matters except this moment.

~ Want to dance? This man would make you feel like a princess when you both dance. Twirling you with his servo, letting you on his shoulder and hear him hum a tune.

~ "Look at you! Twirl for me again, beautiful."

Breakdown

~ Honestly wouldn't know what to do at first.

~ This big sweet giant would ask you if you wanted to vent about it.

~ Breakdown is such a good listener, keeping eye contact while you rant about your problems.

~ "Sorry y/n, I don't know how to fix your situation, but I will still be here for you."

~ PLEASE ASK TO GET ON HIS HEAD! He will let you and now you get to play with his cat ears!

~ I will debate with anybody about this, but he is the best cuddler on the Decepticon ship.

~ Breakdown would lay his head next to you and let you snuggle under his chin to keep warm.

~ Watch out, he is also a gift giver. He would find anything for you when he is on his scouting missions.

~ Want to watch him break shit? Head over to the dump with him and just watch him go crazy. Honestly it is one of his favorite past times, so knowing you enjoy watching him makes him a bit flustered.

~ You forget about your issues immediately when this guy twitches his ears. Just call for him and his ears will flick around from hearing his name.

~ "Do you need something, babes?"

[icomeandg0]

For ‘More than One’ maybe you could detail the relationships between each Link and their y/n or how they met!

Hi Anon!

I'd love to explain and details each Link and Y/n for ya!

I'm addressing each of them as ' Link ' instead of their LU names and that goes for the same as the Y/n's. Also oopies on Times one but it was more of Y/n lore than a detail of their relationship.

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Time/OOT Link.

I think this was predictable but you and Link (For majority of the Links and Y/n's) started off as childhood best friends. They met each other while Y/n and Malon were near the fountain at castle town while waiting for Talon.

I think the trope suited for them would be childhood sweethearts/you fell first and he fell harder.

You two met at castle town when you were both young, When Link was going to meet with Zelda for the first time.

I like to think a lot about each of the Links and Y/n's relationships because I want them all to have very different stories to each other.

ALSO! YES YOU TWO ARE MARRIED AND HAVE...Want part two? Hit that follow button (JK, But I won't go into too much detail, yet.)

Oh before I forget, I think it's a relevant fact to mention that Y/n was adopted by Talon so Malon and Y/n are half sisters?

I like dramatic backgrounds and relationships so, You know how on ice age, the first movie where they look after that baby? Yeah so.

Y/n's mother was running away with her in her arms, she was supposidly meant to go to the Deku tree to be looked after but Y/n's mother was too tired as she drifted down the Zora's river.

Talon was delivering as per usual when he saw a woman floating down the stream so he quickly dropped everything and hurried over to the edge and grab onto her arm. Y/n's mother couldn't open her eyes. Too tired to do so, she only pushed the baby into Talons arms which he was alarmed but once he saw your h/c tufts of hair and such a peaceful resting face he couldn't help but have the need to protect you...However he knew better than to take you but when he looked back. Your mother wasn't there.

"I think daddy fell asleep again." Malon comments as the two of you sat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of town. "Definitely" You agreed, "He always does this, I would march up to the castle and find him myself if it weren't for those annoying knights." "Yeah, if only there was someone that could sneak past them all and get Talon"

Just saying that, you watch as a kid in green, around your age ran past...and tripped over a tile. The fairy flew around him 'Hurry Link! We need to get to the castle quickly!' The fairy called out, the boy looked around to make sure no one had seen that but when he looked back he was met with yours and Malons eyes glued on him. It was clear he grew flustered so he quickly stood up and ran off in the direction to the castle.

"Maybe he can!" Malon points at the boy running, "Yeah, Let's catch up to him!"

Warrior/HW Link.

Link and Y/n in this era are a fun duo in my mind, I did think about a soft reader with this Link because I thought it would be funny that a womanizer would fall in love with someone soft hearted and made him want to forget every woman he's ever been with. A quote that would've fit this would be 'I can fix him'

The mischaracterisation for Link hurts me, I don't know what I was thinking honestly.

ANYWAYS! I liked the idea of someone bossing Link around, Do I feel bad? No.

Also I think Link doesn't like sorceresses that much (Because of Cia) so I made Y/n into a witch. Yes sorceresses and Witches are practically the same.

Y/n in this era is self centered, confident, bold—Someone that acts all high and mighty really.

"Move out of my way, Rookie."

"You expect respect? Hah! You have to earn it, especially from me."

"You have to improve your sword skill before I can treat you as an equal. Trust me, You're far from achieving so."

She made him want to pull all his hair out.

Their relationship is a slowburn / Enemies to lovers.

Don't worry, they get better and maybe I'll do a full explanation on their story if anyones interested to also explain on why Warriors was so in shock when he had found her again (Hinting to my last chapter of more of us series)

Fun fact! This Y/n wore high heeled boots during the war…refused to wear any other type of shoes. Still wears them to this day.

"Link, I would like to introduce you to your new ally and commander" Impa says calmly as she led him through the hallways of the castle, "She's a witch but trust me, she's a brave and responsible type" Impa informed.

"That's good to know" Link sighs in relief, he's over dealing with witches and sorceresses but if this witch is just as Impa describes, He can handle it. Impa opens the door to the courtyard to be met with a woman around his age standing in the middle of the field, The woman was sharp and looked back to see the pair.

"Y/n, meet Link. He's the chosen hero of Hyrule." With this, Link bowed his head towards the woman who had only scoffed, "So he's a rookie with a title? I don't get what makes him so special from the rest." Link growled and took a step forward but Impa held him back, "No fighting. You'll look after him during the times on the battlefield whether it be for aiding him or healing." "Tch, I don't remember agreeing to those rules-" "Y/n." "Fine."

Impa looked over Link, "Good luck, she's a hard one to impress. She'll keep you on your toes" Link only sighed. "Lucky me."

Twilight/TP Link

I'm still deciding on a good plot for the two because as you all probably guessed, the two are the ones that can transform.

Puppy love is how I would describe them.

Started off as childhood best friends or sweethearts. To the village it was as if you two were already destined to be. You two were attached to the waist even!

I was thinking that a week from Link officially starting his journey, Y/n had gone missing so he went out and originally was going to try and find her but he got caught up in other stuff.

However, there was a dragon following him during his journey so in his eyes he had two companions being the dragon and Midna.

I Think you all know who the dragon is at this point.

Not much to describe them about, a sappy couple? Like those overly cringey lover types? lol.

I also like to think that Y/n Is more of a city gal despite being brought up in the country sideeee.

Link obviously hitting you up with his southern accent trying to make you fall to his feet but as soon as you start talking like a proper city gal he's on his knees- Scratch that, turned into Wolfie.

Post game Y/n, I like to think she started a daycare or a school for the kids because they don't learn much intelligently but are more hands on. I like to head canon that this Y/n is one of the smartest in the village BUT! She isn't the smartest Y/n.

Meeting this Link was love at first sight...At the age of 6.

One fine day in Ordon Village you were helping about with a few little task such as carrying light things from one place to another when you heard a familiar voice call out.

“Y/n! Meet the new boy in the village! Link” Ilia introduced you to the boy around your age, he smiled sheepishly and you just analysed his every detail.

“Hi Link, It’s nice to meet you” you say softly as you smile back at him, he tilts his head “Hi…Uh, You’re very pretty.” Ilia’s eyes widened as she heard the bold words of the boy behind her, you were just as equally shocked but you only giggled.

“Thank you, Link” you twirl a strand of hair with your index finger. You almost dropped what you were carrying and you were quick to wrap your hand back around the item.

“Well, I've got to drop this off. I’ll see you soon?” You say with a soft smile before turning away and walking off. Link had a stupid grin plastered on his face which earned a sigh from Ilia.

Wild/BOTW Link

The chaotic duo.

Friends to lovers (Strangers to friends to lovers in TOTK-)

Now, these two give the group the biggest headache it's unbelievable.

It's not even Link sometimes!

Y/n in this universe is just overly chaotic and Link is there for it because in some sense he honestly can't talk, on some days he's just as bad.

First encounter? Woke up half naked to one another and Y/n continued with some awkward conversation after that so Link accepted his fate that this was his idiot.

Both Link and Y/n are the life of the party, but Y/n is more extrovert while Link is more of both but it honestly depends if we're talking about LINK or WILD.

Wild is both

Link is an introvert

"So, what’s your name?” Y/n had asked as she grabbed a baked apple from the campfire nearby. Waking up next to one another naked was not how you two wanted to meet but you brushed past it and tried to become acquainted with him instead.

After a few seconds of silence she spoke up again, “Well, not much of a talker huh? I’ll go first, My names Y/n” you say, snapping the apple in half you hold one side out to him.

“If you don’t have a name, I’ll give you one. Nice to meet you, Bob” you grin, you watch his every move and soon he reaches out and grabs the other half of the apple, “Link, it’s Link.” “Well, Bobs a nice name too” that earned a faint chuckle from the boy.

Four/FS Link

Now.

Y/n in this era is a pain in the ass.

as noted in my 'More than one'

She's stubborn, feisty, sharp tongued, short tempered, strong headed but she is reasonably logical and is the smartest one out of the Y/n's.

One more thing to add about her is that she can't fight effectively, she can throw punches at people but to monsters? She rather not. She helps with strategising with Time and Warriors until she ends up in a small argument with either one when discussing plans.

Anyways! Four is our darling, calm and collected but won't hesitate to put you in your place, a perfect someone for our dear Y/n!

Four can tolerate her behaviour more than anyone else because they are childhood best friends, Of course there will be times where Four has to be stern with Y/n but that's only to make sure she doesn't get overwhelmed with anger.

Despite all her negative comments she may say about him she doesn't mean it half the time because deep down she's touched at how he still sticks by her side.

Y/n also likes to make things, like an inventor or fix things. Four makes and Y/n fixes.

Yes she knows the colours and finds them 'annoying' too.

Blue? Loves riling him up and arguing with him

Red? Likes to tease him until he's almost crying.

Green? Likes to point out every mistake he makes which always puts him off

Vio? Can relate to him and genuinely has a sorta connection with him but can end up arguing but Vio would win because his calm and collected self pisses her off because it's like her words aren't effecting him.

Relationship trope? I would say Sunshine x grump.

At the age of 5, you were in your little dress and your mother had just finished doing your hair, You were hiding behind your mother as she greets the new neighbour who was a old grandpa smith.

"Y/n? Go say hi to the nice man's grandson" Your mother encouraged. You looked up at her with a pleading look but she gave you a look that said 'You better go now or else you'll experience the pain when we get home.' You gulp and shuffle towards the little boy.

The boy grins, you could see a gap in his teeth which made you grimace, "I'm Link! Nice to meet you!" Link held his hand, You gently took his hand. "I'm Y/n"

"Awe! They're already getting along!" "R-really? They just introduced themselves-" "Would you like coffee?" "O-Oh yes that would be lovely"

Once the adults were out of sight you scowl, yanking your hand away from him "I don't want to be your friend, If anything keep 10 feet away from me" You point at him which made him blink in surprise but he grins again. "Cool! Let's play!" He completely ignored your words and grabs your hand again and drags you over to a grass patch.

"W-Wait! Gosh dang it!"

(She hasn’t acquired the ability to swear just yet.)

Sky/SS Link

Ah.

I Love this Link a lot.

Which is why I want to give him the most complicated relationship with his Y/n.

Relationship trope? She loved him too early, He loved her too late + SLOWBURNNNN

It's painful, I know.

Y/n in this era is known for her shy exterior, she was easily brushed off since it was as if she was never there. Of course she was in a trio with Link and Zelda but it felt as if she was third wheeling and she was sure Link had a crush on Zelda so Y/n never brought up the fact she had a crush on him. Had a crush on the boy for a few years now.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS AGAIN!

He began to develop feelings when they were on the adventure to get Zelda back, It was the first time he's seen Y/n so...out there and he can finally acknowledge her as she truly was.

But as his feelings grew, her feelings lessened

He did have a love rival, Ghirahim.

After their adventure with each other he was going to confess his feelings but when Y/n could see the fond look on his face she didn't want to know what would've happened next so she didn't allow him to finish but instead told him she was going to leave and adventure the surface again.

Link was heartbroken, he was a sappy lover type...He wanted to be yours.

He offered to come along but you refused saying you didn't need him and that he should be with Zelda again.

That's when he realises.

"Are you new here?" Link asked you curiously, the young boy, probably just turned 5? You were 4 at the time and the boy smiled "I've never seen you around before!" You only sniffled "I've been here since I was little" "W-wait, really? I'm sorry I haven't noticed you earlier."

"Why's that?" You asked softly, still haven't made eye contact with him yet. "Because we could've been friends a lot faster!" Your head snaps towards him after hearing his words. "So, Should we be friends?" He smiles. It takes a bit of encouragement, you were hesitant at first but you gave a small nod.

"Yeah, Okay..."

Wind/WW Link

Obvious disclaimer this will just reach as far as a crush as the two are underage and I find young relationships (Below 15) Silly/Stupid.

Ironic enough, You didn't meet Link but rather introduced to him after he was allowed on Tetra's ship.

You weren't friends with Link...No. You were best buddies with Tetra!

Y/n is a mermaid, I think it's fitting because there aren't any Zora in this era and it's pirates. Pirates need mermaids to cause chaos duh.

Well ironically enough, You're the princess of the sea so when you heard of Tetra and her crew you were intrigued so when you were having free time from your princess duties you somewhat came across their ship.

They caught you at first and were going to sell you but you convinced them not to and somehow you're a part of the team as a not official- official team member.

Back to you and Link, You had ventured with him at times because unlike Tetra, You could swim beside Link and aid him along the way.

"SHE SPLASHED ME!" Link cried out as he wiped the water off his face to the best of his abilities, "Oh Boho~ Get used to it" You taunted as you stick your tongue out at him.

"You're going to let her talk to me like that?!" Link looked towards Tetra who had only shrugged. "Oh grow a pair. She's harmless" Link looks back at you as you grin up at him, showing off your sharp teeth. "Harmless my ass.."

Legend/LTTP Link

Now.

Link hasn't met his Y/n in this era yet so I can't really comment on anything.

However, Y/n already knew Link before meeting him in the 'More than one' series.

Not because of the tales told about him or his adventures but she's talked to him a few times but just not in her own skin.

Sound confusing?

It is.

Anyways, This Y/n has the most tragic backstory out of them all which made her emotionally reserved but in a way she's not depressed or anything like that, she's content. (Despite everything she’s been through)

That's a story for another time.

Link doesn't particularly like his Y/n at first because of how at ease she is when the situation is serious so he thinks she's just messing around so something stupid might happen.

Relationship trope? A bit of sunshine x grump? Not really but slowburn.

Hyrule/LOZ Link

Another Link who hasn't met their Y/n

Now I think these two resemble puppy love.

His Y/n has bimbo vibes

She doesn't dress like one I swear, plus the others forbid.

She's pretty and dumb.

He's pretty (In your eyes) and dumb.

Y/n doesn't think too much about her actions nor about the consequences which led her to getting hurt many times but with Link by her side there's another healer to take care of her.

(HW Y/n was impressed and upgraded him to her apprentice...Warriors wasn't happy that Hyrule immediately on HW Y/n's good side)

Their relationship is love at first sight? Morley Y/n since she is quite open with her opinions, Know not to tell him until time is right.

Gossips with BOTWY/n the most about it which always results in Y/n to get teased.

His Y/n is overly excited, golden retriever vibes, extreme extrovert.

Link is the complete opposite.

(In my eyes at least)

Opposites attract.

Also!

If anyone's wondering the Y/n's do hold a triforce in position...or should I say Tetra-force?

I like to think that some of the Links have love rivals just to spice things up.

I didn't add a little story for Hyrule or Legend because of course, they only met their Y/n in the more than one series. Also guilty because I did not edit this.

[raidenssblog]

Wanna see some ass shakin'?

Pairing: giyuu X male reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: praise, dirty talk, slight degradation, mention of belly bulge, dumb fucking, non con words (stop, no, slowdown), one fem term for giyuu

Summary: fucking giyuu dumb (can you tell I like sub giyuu???"

A/n: found this little thing in my drafts and incompletely forgot about it. It's shit but I need to post something:(

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It's the middle of the night, giyuu had the day off so you decided he deserved a little reward for his hard work slaying demons.

Moans and the sound of skin slapping filled your shared room. Your hands kneaded the fat of his hips before sending a harsh slap on his ass followed by a scream. "Yeah? You like that huh?" You questioned slapping him again.

"MHM! Y-yeah i-FU-ckkk" his hands were gripping the sheets and drool was running down his lip. Your thrusts somehow quickened and hardened.

"s-slow down" leaning forward with a whine, giyuu reached back trying to slow your thrust to no avail.

"you were practically begging me a few hours ago, rubbing up against me and whining like the little girl you are" you gripped his hand and locked them behind him before starting your thrusts up again.

Moans and broken sobs could only be heard from the man underneath you. If you could see his face it would probably be red and flustered, drool on the corner of his mouth and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He was out of his mind just because of your dick.

You liked when it was like this, being able to fuck him so hard he forgets everything but your name.

Everytime you two would sleep together you would ruin the poor boy but god, did he love it and so did you.

Racking your eyes down his back, your eyes fix on his ass, more specifically the way it would bounce when your hips would meet. Thrusting a little bit hard a yelp came from giyuu, but you didn't care.

Reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair, you pull his flush to your chest, thrusting again you eyed his stomach.

"aww look baby, you dicks that deep in you it's bulging out! You are tiny compared to me" giyuu looked down before throwing his head back with a scream. You, yet again, sped up your thrusts.

"no l-look down now. Look at how good, fuckk, good I fuck you. How deep I am inside you" you said while forcing him to look the his stomach and the bulge your cock was creating.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, fighting around you, you knew he was close. "You close baby, wanna cum all over yourself huh? Fuck I'm close too" you hand jerked his hair so he could face you before smashing your lips against his, spit dripped down your chins, teeth clashing and your tongue down his throat.

"y-yeah ngh, fuck Im so close" another moan fell from his lips, he had fallen from grace yet he was still jaw dropping while he was moaning and squeezing around your cock.

"yeah want me to fill you up nice and full, breed you hard huh? Bet you'd want that, have my cum dripping out of you" the only answer you got from him was a 'mhm'

Your breathing staggered, abs tightening and hand gripping him even harder. One hand heft his hip and jerked him off quickly, the other fondled with his nipple.

"FUCk I'm gonna f-uckin cum, oh my god! Please please can I cum please" he begged, his entire body shaking and eyes rolling back again.

"yeah f-fuck cum, make a mess for me like the good slut you are hmm" you said jerking him off even faster.

"NGH. THAN-K YOU FUCKKK!" Ropes of white cum landed on your hands and the bed sheets.

That was more than enough for you to reach your orgasm, your breath stopped, thrusting deeper in the man you can with a low groan while giyuu whimpered at the warm feeling.

Catching your breaths you kissed his neck and his jaw before his lips. "Did so well for me, all the time, good boy"

"mhm, thank you" he reached for your jaw to kiss you again.

"anytime pretty thing"

[saigethearies]

saige’s terrortober presents…

offering

unbeknownst to you, zeke has chosen you to be his cult’s next virgin sacrifice. a pining eren knows exactly what he needs to do to save you.

cultist!eren jaeger x fem!reader

contents/warnings: mentions of murder, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, praise, corruption kink, breeding, protective and possessive eren, mentions of ‘purity’

wc: 2k

18+ MINORS DNI

eren felt as if time had frozen around him when the name of the chosen sacrifice tumbled from zeke’s lips.

your name.

you, the kind girl from his english lecture.

you, who gives him a pencil when he forgets his own.

you, who explains assignments to him with patient words.

you, who shares whatever snack you’ve brought without hesitation.

you, with your soft smile and sweet laugh, who was going to be cut to death on the altar zeke stood behind this upcoming equinox.

“she’s a virgin?” floch’s grimy voice pulled eren back to reality, and it took every ounce of the self-control that already came scarce to him to refrain from knocking the ginger’s teeth in. “could have had me fooled, way too pretty for her cherry not to be popped.”

zeke chuckled at floch’s remark. “my source is never wrong, she’s completely pure. she probably will be our cutest offer yet, though.”

they were gonna kill you, he was supposed to kill you. eren thinks about you when he falls asleep, when he wakes up, and all the hours in between. his little crush that’s been festering since the beginning of the semester would come to a thrilling conclusion when he hands his brother the dagger.

he couldn’t let it happen.

to hell with the brotherhood, he wouldn’t let them take you away from him.

eren knew the sacrifice always had to be a virgin, that was the one golden rule since the founders first drew blood centuries ago.

ascending up the hidden catacomb’s stairs after zeke adjourned the meeting, eren already had his plan mapped out- he just couldn’t tell if he was thinking more with his brain or his dick.

it was time for him to make you unqualified.

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“thanks for offering to tutor me, i really need it,” eren said with a smile, opening the door to his room.

“it’s no problem! i needed something to do this afternoon, anyways!”

you had that smile on your face again, a little twinkle in your eye as you looked up at him. damn, you were so beautiful. he hoped he could pull this off.

within a few minutes, the two of you were sitting on his bed, you holding a textbook open in your lap as you pointed to different literary techniques. eren’s gaze kept drifting off of the pages and onto the exposed skin of your legs, little skirt you were wearing riding up as you sat.

you trailed off in your description of a motif when you felt a warm hand on your thigh. blinking, you turned to see eren’s face extremely close.

“...is everything okay?” you asked slowly, face heating up. men were never in your personal space like this, much less one as attractive as eren. the proximity was causing you to become flustered.

you tried to stand, get some distance between the two of you, only to trip and land right on eren’s lap. your startled eyes met his shining sea green ones, and the urge to kiss him surged through you.

eren knew he was about to have you right where he wanted, having enough past flings to know the tells of a woman. he just needed to give you one more little push, one more and then he can put his plan into motion.

bringing a hand to cup your cheek, he spoke to you softly. “can i kiss you?”

“i…”

“we don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable,” he said, stroking your face tenderly as if your life wasn’t currently hanging in the balance.

eren’s care felt genuine to you and your eyelids fluttered shut, leaning your lips up to meet his. the kiss was careful, eren gently applying pressure as if he didn’t want to do too much and scare you away.

you felt a shiver run down your spine when his tongue slid into your mouth, trying not to make your lack of experience obvious as he explored the wet cavern.

a hand going under your skirt, however, had you jolting. grabbing eren’s wrist before he could go further, you broke away from his lips with a pant. “wait!”

“what is it?” he asked, already knowing full well what the answer would be.

“i’ve never…you know…” you trailed off, and something about the look on his face told you that he understood perfectly.

“do you want to?”

please say yes, say yes so he can protect you.

you bit your lip, unsure. you knew nothing about sex, and the unknown was always nerve wracking to you. on the other hand, you had this nice, handsome guy that you were already acquainted with offering to take your virginity.

not many girls get this type of opportunity…

you nodded. “yeah, can we please just go slow?”

“of course, princess, we can go as slow as you want.”

it didn’t matter how you wanted it, all that mattered was that eren’s cock got to split your virgin cunt open.

his fingers resumed their trek up your inner thigh, tracing the outline of your panties.

“i’m gonna prep you first, okay, baby? make it hurt less.”

“okay,” you replied, breath hitching when you felt eren’s thumb slide into your underwear, immediately going to rub circles into your sensitive nub.

the stimulation had you jerking instantly, not familiar with the pleasure that was being inflicted on you.

“oh-oh!”

“that feel good?” he asked, sliding a finger into your pussy that was growing slicker by the second.

“mhm.”

this felt so much different than from when you’d play with yourself, not realizing how electrifying it was to have fingers between your folds that weren’t yours.

he added his index finger into your pussy, dark desire twisting his insides at how tightly you clamped on that one finger. starting to pump in and out slowly, eren cooed at you.

“relax, princess, ‘m gonna take care of you. you’re gonna be okay, yeah?”

you nodded at his words, not knowing the double meaning behind them. eren started to thrust his finger faster, rubbing against your bud with more intent. mewls left your lips at the sensation, humping his hand pathetically.

eren’s eyes were trained on you. the sight of you crumbling and succumbing to a man’s touch for the first time was breathtaking. the brunette was starting to think this could be love.

your thighs were quaking around his hand, slick dripping all over his lap. he relished in the mess, knowing that now you were probably loosened up enough.

“alright, pretty girl,” he kissed underneath your ear. “i think you’re ready for my cock.”

he gently maneuvered you off of his lap and onto his bed, lowering you down with so much care it made your throat feel tight. tugging your panties off before taking his own shirt off, he looked down at you.

“can you show me those pretty titties, princess?”

you blinked up at him dreamily, obeying his command as your shirt joined his on the floor. not even a second had passed after your bra fell from your shoulders when his large hands were cupping your breasts, squeezing at them in a way that had your eyes screwing shut.

“eren!”

he gave you a little kiss on your forehead as he leaned over you, palms leaving your chest as he grabbed a pillow to place under your hips. you took a deep breath, trying to settle your jittery nerves as you observed eren remove the rest of his clothing.

eren stopped you when you tried to take your skirt off.

“leave it.”

he pushed it out of the way, your glossy cunt appearing. the view of you completely naked with just your skirt bunched around your waist had eren’s mind shortcircuiting. he wanted to burn this image into his memory forever, and knowing he would be the first person to ever see you like this was even better.

if he had it his way, he’d be the only.

spreading your thighs open wider, eren slotted himself in between them. he grabbed hold of your hips, bringing them closer in a way that had your whole body being dragged down the bed. you yelped at his display of strength.

“sorry, princess,” he said with a sheepish smile. his tip prodded at your entrance. “deep breath f’ me, okay?”

the way he pierced you open was addicting, every inch of his dick spearing your virgin walls had your toes curling. you didn’t expect penetration to feel this good the first time. all your friends told you it would hurt the first several tries, but leave it to eren jaeger to throw you for yet another loop.

you felt his pubic bone become flush against yours.

“taking all of me your very first go? such a good fucking girl, damn.”

it was done. your virginity was his. zeke could no longer butcher you on that cold, stone altar in front of his whole brotherhood. eren had never felt so proud of himself, the knowledge that his girl was now safe and sound due to his plan had his skin tingling in excitement. he tightened his grip on your hips, trying so hard to keep himself grounded. he had promised you slow.

yet, as always, you proved to be heaven-sent.

“eren,” you babbled to him. “move, please! wan’ you to move.”

the frenzied gleam in his eye made your pussy throb. the brunette wasted no time in listening to your plea, bucking into you like his life depended on it- oh, the irony.

you screamed out, hands flying to fist the sheets beside you as eren kept your pelvis locked in place, subject to thrust after thrust of his cock. the pleasure was already swirling inside you as if it was a tornado, the high that was building from earlier now picking back up its rise.

“feel so good, so good, fuck.”

never had he been in a cunt this warm and tight. eren intended on molding it to the shape of him, ruining it for anyone else. he’d make sure you wouldn’t even want anyone else.

“perfect, princess,” he grit out. “fucking perfect pussy.”

his praise and pace made you feel lightheaded, falling further into the haze of ecstasy he was shrouding you in. you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

“i-i think ‘m close…”

“yeah? me too baby.”

with the way you were gripping him, it was a miracle eren hadn’t already busted. he angled his hips to hit even deeper, adding a finger to your clit again in hopes of finishing the both of you off.

“where do you want me?”

your answer shocked him. “inside!”

fuck, you were gonna be the death of him.

“my princess wants to be filled up, huh?”

who was he to deny you?

one final plunge into your walls timed perfectly with the rub of his thumb had you clenching hard on his dick, muscles spasming as you orgasmed. eren was spurred into his own climax, spilling into you. his eyes were glued to your face, your cockdrunk expression almost enchanting to him as he watched you fall apart.

slowly pulling out, the brunette was in awe at his cum leaking out of you. deciding to worry about his sheets later, he crawled up the bed to see your drooping eyes.

laying down next to you, eren engulfed your frame with his. he held your head against his chest as you drifted off, exhaustion taking over.

____

zeke put his book down as he heard his phone ping, surprised to see he had gotten a text from eren. his brother hardly ever messaged him.

his interest was piqued even more when he saw it was a picture.

opening the image, however, had zeke wanting to chuck the device across the room.

while eren made sure to have the covers pulled up enough, the blonde could still tell it was you from your side profile resting on his brother’s torso.

another ping.

“you might need to pick a new offering, my bad.”

zeke knew the smug bastard didn’t feel guilty in the slightest.

____

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[theinheriteddutchess]

Sick Of Leaving In The Morning

part one of Dreams can come true

Chapter summary: life after mating is pretty good.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Word count: 3311

Warnings: a lot of loving. Alpha\Omega, neurodivergency reader, soft dark!Lee (but as you can see it's mostly soft)

Notes: well we're here, the sequel, where I continue giving little glances at their lives because we all weren't ready to give up on them🤭 I hope you like it and leave me a message if you loved it, I thrive on those💕

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The smells are heavy in the air as you stir the pan with sauce and keep an eye on the juicy steak cooking to, hopefully, perfection. 

One eye on the clock above the entrance, tells you Lee will be home within a few minutes. Your heart jumps thinking about him. It still does. Even after months of marriage. You can see his smile clear in front of you and the spoon in your hand stills as you daydream about your husband. It still feels a little weird to call him that. 

He, on the other hand, has no problem calling you wife. It was ridiculous even, because it seemed he took up every opportunity to call you by that name. Like he wanted everyone to know, and they better not forget. 

“Have you met my wife?”

“My wife cooked this. It's the best dish I've ever eaten. Don't you think?” - accompanied with a cold look if the other person didn't rush to affirm quick enough.

“My wife and I like to spend our evenings alone.”

“My wife reads a lot, she's got a good head on her shoulders. Better than the idiots I have to work with.”

You were flustered and could barely look at anyone when he went off like this. His hands firmly around your waist, never giving an inch of room. He liked holding you close. And you could admit it grounded you having him so near. His smell always soothing you if you were nervous. 

By now everyone knew about the sheriff's wife. Gossip had mellowed down, and now it was only the occasional people, with nothing better to do than to sit down together and have some tea and biscuits to go over the most boring events of the day, who still looked to bring it up like it was scandalous. 

No one ever dared to bring it up to you. They were too afraid of Lee to try it. 

As sweet as he was to you, the more threatening he became if anyone troubled the happiness of his marriage. One wrong look. One bad word, and he would only glance at the person for them to know trouble was coming. 

You were mostly unaware of it, as he didn't want to cause any more stress. In his mind he was protecting you from the fierce side of his temper. He dealt with any grievances alone and without any possible witnesses. 

You bit your lips nervously as the steak was out of the pan and laid resting on a plate, almost ready to serve. Lee wasn’t going to be late, was he? The food would turn cold if he was, and you had made such a careful planning of arranging everything to be done at the same time. What if he was held up at the station? 

Sure, you could wrap up a plate and heat it up again, but it never tasted as good as when you put out in front of him, steaming hot and fresh. 

Your worries were for nothing, as the door opened only a few seconds later, and soon the scent of him drifted towards the kitchen and you inhaled like it was the first fresh breath you had since he left. Your shoulders relaxed and your mind calmed easily.

He was home.

He found you easily. The first thing you noticed was his smile as he saw you, and the way his eyes warmed when your eyes caught each other. 

“Hi honey, it sure is good to see you.”

You felt like you could melt into a puddle hearing his rich voice.

“Are you hungry?” You smiled, looking at the floor, simply too overwhelmed with his presence. 

“Yeah,” he croaked, nearing you.

Your hands were already reaching out to the plate to pile the roast potatoes and vegetables alongside the steak, when you were wrapped into his embrace and his face pressed into your neck. 

His body wasn't fully pressed against you, keeping a few centimeters of room for his hand to sneak between to place it on your belly. 

“Starved really,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your neck that had you shaking already. 

His other hand slid up your waist, and you swallowed.

“Lee…the food.” 

“We can eat a little later,” he replied as he lifted your chin so he could properly kiss you.

“But it's perfect now,” you whined.

“And it will be perfect later.”

That wasn't true. You frowned. “No, it will be cold, and the gravy will have set and-”

“Honey,” he interrupted sternly and you closed your mouth and looked at him. “Dinner looks great, you have done so well, but I really want to make love to my wife before I eat.”

Oh. You looked away. You wanted to, but…

His hand stroked your cheek softly.

“Look at you, sweetheart. All pretty waiting for your man to be home. Cooking me a meal and wanting to serve me. How could I be so lucky? Can't deny me a taste of you, can you? Had to wait so long to see you, to touch you. And here you are. I'm not a patient man, honey. I will eat all that tasteful food you worked so hard on, after. But I need to be inside you now.”

Your knees buckled. Or they would have, had he not quickly steadied you. His belly pressed against yours. 

“You're gonna let me love on you, baby?”

You nodded. Your hands grabbing his sweater to have something to hold onto because you wanted to move them - flapping your mother called it-, the excitement now too much for you.

“You smell so good honey, better than that steak you've been making me, even if it does smell delicious. You're taking such good care of me. Let me return the favour.”

He swooped you off of your feet, a smug smile appearing when you let out a little shriek, and carried you towards the stairs. 

“Gotta warn you, I'm real hungry, honey, might have to remind me to be a little more gentle to you now you're carrying.”

Your eyes fell on your swollen belly as his scent thickened. 

“Can't imagine how much it does to me seeing you carry my child.” He nearly growled, and a rush of slick trickled down your thighs upon hearing it. Your body already preparing for what was to come. 

Finding out you were pregnant set something off in him, and it was like he couldn't keep his hands to himself around you. Which wasn't different from how it was before, but somehow felt even more intense. 

While he was always sweet and gentle with you, there was something dark and intense as he looked at you, and he was insatiable. 

Not that you minded. It made you feel so desired and loved. No one had ever given you this much attention, and this much affection. Lee made you feel loved and wanted every day. 

Once he carried you upstairs, he found your bedroom easily, his shoe kicking it open swiftly, and laying you down on the sheets carefully. 

He towered over you, just staring at you. Once his eyes landed on your big belly you saw him swallow and cup himself. It thrilled you that you had such an effect on him, your body responding to his needs and legs falling open for him. 

“You're so pretty, baby. I'm counting my lucky stars to have you. I can smell you from over here. You've been needing me too, huh? Waiting all day for me to return so you can let me have you. I can't wait to hear you scream my name, sweetheart. Knowing I'm the one doing this to you. I'm the one making you feel this way. The only one, huh? No one else is ever going to touch you.”

He undressed. He didn't hurry, even if you had expected to. No. He undressed calmly, as his eyes never left yours, holding you in place like an invisible bond. You couldn't look away if you tried. You wanted to watch him remove his clothes, piece by piece, but you were enthralled with his dark stare.

Once he was naked, he kneeled down and lifted your skirt. You threw your hands over your eyes, still shy as ever, while he disappeared from view under the annoying fabric. 

It didn't take long for his mouth to find you and you let out a moan. He inhaled with a growl and his scent was bringing you to even bigger heights. He was enjoying this very much. Sometimes you wondered if he enjoyed it more than you, because it sure gave him pleasure to see and smell what it did to you.

His tongue was licking you gently. Too gently. He was torturing you! 

“Lee,” you groaned, grabbing his hair with one hand, while the other grabbed the sheet in despair. “Please, Lee, I want…please, I want you.”

He sucked and licked, before replying. “Wait a little longer, I just want to taste you baby, been thinking about it since lunch, when I saw you packed me those heartshaped cookies. Wanted to rush over here immediately to fuck you good, but it's been so busy at work, and I can't let them run the place by themselves just yet, they'll mess it up. But I promised myself, as soon as I got home…”

“You're such a -” you whined at a particular good nibble.” “Such a good sheriff. So good. You keep everyone safe, Lee. I understand you're needed. I just, I just miss you, that's all.”

He groaned and the vibrations shot through you. You mewled and trembled. “Couldn't do it without you, honey. You keep me going. But I… I would give it all up for you. You know that right? For you and the little one. Our little family.”

You nodded, though he couldn't see. And maybe he didn't need to, because you reached your high and shook while clinging your legs against his head until you calmed down a little.

When he appeared into your view, his face was red with exertion, and possible lack of breath, but his warm eyes told you he was pleased with you. 

He crawled up to you, his body pressing against you, careful not to crush you as he laid kisses down your face and neck. 

He loved kissing his mating bite, and as always you wrapped your legs around him trying to pull him in. 

He didn't push in, however, but rolled over and took you with him. 

Suddenly you were on top. You looked down at him, trying to lift off, but he wouldn't let you. Confused, you eyed him. 

“Like this sweetheart,” he told you. 

You frowned. Like this, what? You frowned at him again, looking away when you couldn't read the answer on his face, your mind racing what he could mean.

“I'm going to put it in and you're going to move.”

You felt on fire, you couldn't possibly do that? How were you supposed to move? He normally did all the moving. And he was never underneath you. 

His hands stroked your side, fingertips brushing over the sides of your belly lovingly. His eyes glued to it and you felt his manhood twitch against you. 

“Come on, get up a little,” he told you, and you obeyed without another thought, as you always did when he instructed you.

He held himself in his hands and bit his lip, then glanced at you. “Now sit down again.”

You lowered yourself and felt him breach you. Moaning you laid your hands on his chest to steady yourself on top of him, feeling him inside of you so deliciously. You didn't think you would ever get used to it.

“Lee!”

“I know. I know, sweetheart, feels good huh? Your man loving you. ‘S all for you. Everything. Take it baby.”

The more you slid down, the deeper he went, but you hovered over him carefully. 

He frowned and grabbed you tightly and pushed you down. You trembled, already on the verge of another orgasm - you were so sensitive lately - and tried to lift yourself but he kept you right there. 

His eyes were dancing over your face, and you stared back.

You didn't know what he was seeing in your expression, but you knew what you felt and he wouldn't let you move away. 

“Lee, I'm probably too heavy.” You stated your concerns. 

He relaxed and looked at you sweetly. “Probably not as bad as when I'm on top of you, honey.” He looked a little bashful, eyes sliding down his own body with contempt.

“I like it when you're on top. It makes me feel safe,” you confessed, feeling awfully shy talking about this. No matter the physical part of your relationship, or how many times it became physical in your daily lives, you never became that comfortable discussing it. But Lee looked like he was criticizing himself, and that wouldn't do.

His attitude changed hearing your words. Eyes darkening again and a flush arising in his cheeks. 

“Yeah? You love your man protecting you, sweetheart? When I'm all around you? On top of you. Making you feel sheltered and safe? Letting me be around you and inside you?”

The mouth on him could be the cause of your death one day. You sank down on him, not being able to keep yourself up and off him. Your weight fully lowered down on him, and he groaned, pleased. His hands grabbing your waist, his groin moving firmly against you, like he couldn't help himself and wanted to be closer even if he was already fully inside of you. 

“Fuck, look at you, honey. Look at you sitting on top of me. Where you belong. You're gonna move, honey? You gonna help me get there? Yeah you are, right? Worked hard all day, come home, let my wife fuck me.”

You wanted to cover your face, but your hands were busy holding onto his chest to give you strength to do what he said. His words guiding your body, wanting to help him. Give him all of you, he deserved it. He wanted it. You needed to give him what he wanted. 

You moved, unsure at first, breathing heavy as his words made you throb where you were connected. 

“I can feel you, sweetheart. You're eager to give it to me, huh? If you weren't already pregnant, I would knock you up right now. Just like I did the first time we made love. Didn't that show you we were meant to be together? Only took one time. Bred you so easily. Because you're so good, honey. Giving me all I need, huh?”

You orgasmed again, squeezing him and he shook with the effort of trying to hold himself back. You collapsed, your muscles not used to the exertion in this position, but he just turned you over again, his teeth already on your neck, biting you gently to give you another high. 

You squirmed and grabbed him tight, legs wrapping around him as much as you could. Belly pressed against yours warmly, as he kept murmuring to you while he picked up the pace. 

“Fucking best wife ever. Perfect. Everyday, I can't believe you're there, all loving on me. I'm never gonna let you do, I'm gonna keep fucking you like this. Knock you up again. Yeah, you like that, won't you? Me knocking you up again right after? Keeping you pregnant. Fucking my come into you just like a good Alpha would. Loving you always. Love - love you…”

He groaned like he was in pain as he released, triggering you to go with him again. It kept coming, you felt it seep into you, warm inside of you and you were keening. Clutching onto him because you didn't want him to leave, but he pulled out a little later and you whined. 

That wasn't what you wanted. He needed to be near again. Nearer. Why was he doing this to you? You cried a little, even if you didn't know why, and he shushed you.

“It's okay, honey. It's okay. Just can't lock you right now, you wanted me to eat your food, baby. And it's going to get cold if I knot you. You'll be so disappointed if it does. You know that, right? And I'm not going to disappoint you. But I tell you what. After dinner, I'm going to love you real good, all night if you want. Yeah, you want that? You want me inside you all night? Going to feel me during the day tomorrow. Remind you who you belong to. That's sounds good? I want that, sweetheart, wish I could carry you inside of me as well. But I'll come home and love you some more. Will keep me going through the day. So eager to go home to my wife and make her know how much I miss her every day.”

You pressed your face to his chest. You couldn't speak. It was too much. Your love was too much. You felt him. Inside and out. And you never wanted it to be over. 

But after a few minutes he pulled away from you and you nearly sobbed again.

“Come on, honey. Time to eat. That baby is going to need some food to grow, and can't have you faint on me. You need your strength. Remember what I told you. Tonight, baby. And I'm starving for that steak.” He smiled at you softly, helping you up. “ No, leave your clothes, it's warm enough in the house, and I can warm you up if you're cold. Let's go.”

Both of you were naked as you went down the stairs, your hands occasionally touching him, like you couldn't resist. He threw you a smile every time you did. 

While he was eating - sounds of appreciation throughout every bite - he mentioned to you; “think it's time to start nesting, sweetheart. You've been clinging onto me more than usual, and all the books told me those are signs you're ready.”

You listened, frowning slightly because you didn't understand. 

Lee had borrowed basically every book from the library about pregnancy and expecting, while you barely could read a paragraph before throwing the book in a corner. 

All that information made you stressed and you'd rather not know. It was scary. And while a part of you knew you couldn't avoid it, you preferred pretending it wasn't going to happen. 

The idea that a whole baby was going to come out of - no! You started sweating even thinking about it. 

But Lee took it upon himself to find out everything there was to know about the whole process. And he helped you settle down, and told you when you needed to know something. Sometimes it took you a little harder to calm afterwards, but he was always there. Guiding you, comforting you. And if it was really bad, he explored your whole body until you couldn't think of anything else. 

“I'm going to start ordering some things, honey. And your mom talked about that nesting blanket she used when she was expecting you, remember? Last dinner? I'm going to scent it real good so it'll smell like me. One of the reasons I'm working so hard lately, sweetheart. Going to let Jenkins take over while I'm here, I hope he isn't going to fuck it up, but it'll be his head on the plate if he does, because I'm not going to leave you alone for the last month.”

You grabbed his hand feeling all kinds of things at once. Worry, sure, but mostly love. You wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. He was the best man on earth and he proved it all over again. 

Part two

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dazed & confused

leila ouahabi x reader

it’s your bday @sleekswosobession !!

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You’ve been dragged to go out by your friends after a stressful day. Declining at first, they insisted, so you were now at the bar, drink in hand.

The bass was thumping in the dimly lit club, tension radiating off of everyone. Watching everyone let loose, your eyes lock on a mysterious figure from across the room.

You came in swinging like Apollo I'll be feeling it tomorrow No, I ain't seeing straight, hyperventilate Knees begin to wobble

Igniting a spark of curiosity and attraction, your feet began to move, pushing you through the crowd of people, with determination in each step.

You cut my brakes and hit the throttle I couldn't stop it if I wanted Dizzy silhouette, makes me break a sweat I'm in trouble

“Mind if I join you?” you shouted, over the music, giving her a charming smile.

She glanced at you, lips quirking up in a grin. “Depends on whether you can keep up.”

It was a challenge that you willingly accepted. The club was dark, bar from the little spotlights all over. You matched her movements, bodies syncing as one in a dance of seduction and intrigue. Tension growing with each beat.

“So, what’s your name?” You lean in closer, lips brushing against her ear.

“Leila.”

“Leila, hmm.” You smirk, leaning back, face still close together. “I like that.” Leila shakes her head, flustered, but trying not to make it obvious. “So, what brings you here?”

“Maybe I’m just here to look for a dance partner.” She shrugs, a look of mischief on her face.

“Well, you certainly found one.”

Your bodies moved in perfect symphony, Leila could feel your breath against her neck as you moved to the beat. As you lean in closer, Leila pushes your face out of her neck and puts you face to face.

“It was nice dancing with you, but I gotta go.”

With that, she bids her goodbye, leaving no trace of her. Days turned into weeks and Leila was someone who you couldn’t get your mind off of.

People would call you pathetic, but you’ve been back to that same club every few days hoping to catch a glimpse of her again.

Oh, I've been dazed and confused From the day I met you Yeah, I lost my head And I'd do it again

Nursing on a drink, the ice began to melt as you swirl the glass around. Sighing, you look up, eyes scanning the crowd for a second before they’re back staring down at the glass.

“Who’re you looking for?”

Your head shoots up, eyes widening at the sight of her.

Either I've seen the light Or I'm losing my mind There's something 'bout you That's got me dazed and confused

“You look like a lost little puppy.” Leila jutted her bottom lip out in a pout.

“Leila.” You manage to get out.

“That’s me.”

I bet you know just what you're doing You're not the type that's used to losing First, you build me up, then with just a touch Leave me here in ruins

Her eyes meet yours and you swear that time stopped.

Something 'bout your eyes I can't even walk in a straight line Under the influence

You felt your knees buckle, barely able to keep yourself upright. The world around you is spinning while Leila was the center of it all.

She grabs your arm, dragging you to the dance floor. You forget about everything else, focused solely on her. The whole night felt like a blur.

You’ve picked up where you left off, the heat between the two of you was undeniable. You’ve, once again, surrendered yourself to her, following the way her body moves against yours.

I don't know if this is real life, real life What happens if I open my eyes, my eyes? Will I ever get my head right, head right? I don't know if this is real life, real life

You wonder if all of this was just a dream, that once you open your eyes, everything disappears. But it wasn’t a dream. You have this beautiful girl in front of you, dancing with you. You are in euphoria.

“Hey.”

A whisper breaks you out of your thoughts. Leila pulls you in by the neck, noses touching.

“Why don’t we get out of here?”

Goosebumps littered your body, words getting stuck in your throat. She grabs your hand, leading you out of the building.

It was a question that never needed answering.