#it's so intimate n vulnerable i think to share the way we write n what we write of. we long for it don't we? we are made of so much longing

[aventurineswife]

Slow dancing w/ Aven plz? 🥺🙏🏻

“Can we always be this close forever and ever?”

Summary: In the intimate setting of two lovers shared apartment, you and Aventurine share a slow dance, enveloped in soft music and warm light. Aventurine reveals a vulnerable side, expressing how dancing with you is a risk worth taking, leading to a heartfelt exchange about love and connection.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Slow Dancing, Romantic Moments, Intimate Setting, Vulnerability, Heartfelt.

Warnings: Kissing, Emotional themes related to vulnerability and connection

A/N: I LOVE YOU FOR THIS REQUEST ALONE!! 🤭💖 I was thinking to make the settings in the rain since it would've been more romantic but decided to just go for the living room of a shared apartment instead so you guys do not get sick <3 Keep those requests coming, I honestly love writing about them 🤭

The evening air hung heavy with warmth, a cozy embrace that filled the apartment. Soft light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gentle patterns on the floor. A delicate melody floated in the background, its slow rhythm inviting and soothing. It was one of those rare moments where time felt suspended, where the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of you and the music.

Aventurine stood by the window, his sandy-blond hair catching the light in soft waves. He wore his usual attire—a dark green, gold-accented dress shirt that framed his frame perfectly, unbuttoned just enough to hint at a hint of mischief. The black choker on his neck added an air of sophistication, while the rolled-up cuffs of his blazer revealed his wrist adorned with rings and bracelets that glimmered in the ambient light.

You watched him, captivated by the way he carried himself, exuding charm and confidence. He was a master of risk, a player in the game of life, and yet, here he was, simply being himself. His eyes turned towards you, curiosity dancing within them.

“Care to dance?” he asked, a playful smile spreading across his lips.

Your heart fluttered at the invitation. You nodded, your pulse quickening with anticipation. As you stepped closer, Aventurine extended his hand, the warmth of his skin igniting a spark within you. You placed your hand in his, feeling the rush of electricity between you as he pulled you gently into his embrace.

As you moved to the center of the room, he guided you into a slow sway, your bodies fitting together seamlessly. The world around you melted away as you became lost in the moment. He held you close, his arm securely around your waist, while his other hand intertwined with yours.

His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

A shy smile crept onto your face as you leaned into him, feeling the rhythm of the music carry you both. Each step felt deliberate, yet fluid, as if you were navigating a dance that only the two of you knew.

“Do you remember the first time we danced like this?” he asked, a hint of nostalgia lacing his tone.

You chuckled softly, recalling the clumsy steps and laughter that had filled that moment. “How could I forget? You nearly tripped over your own feet.”

He laughed, a rich sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “It was worth it just to see you smile.”

His gaze held yours, an intensity that made the room feel even warmer. The music enveloped you both, a gentle backdrop to the unspoken connection that lingered in the air.

“Sometimes, I feel like life is just a series of high-stakes bets,” he mused, his voice low and thoughtful. “But in moments like this, I realize that some risks are worth taking.”

You tilted your head slightly, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

Aventurine's smile softened, his eyes shining with sincerity. “Dancing with you is a risk I’ll always take. It’s the only gamble I never regret.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. The vulnerability behind his bravado revealed a side of him that few had the privilege to see. You felt a rush of emotion swell within you, and in that moment, it was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together in this small, intimate space.

As the music played on, you lost yourself in the cadence of his movements, the warmth of his body against yours, and the promise of the night stretching ahead. Aventurine spun you gently, twirling you under his arm before pulling you back into his embrace, the world outside fading into a distant memory.

“Let’s make a deal,” he said, his voice teasing yet serious. “For every dance, we share, I’ll bet a piece of my heart. And if I lose, well… I’ll just have to keep dancing until I win it back.”

You laughed softly, a rush of affection bubbling up within you. “Sounds like a risky wager.”

“Only if you’re willing to play.” His gaze locked onto yours, a challenge that made your heart race.

“I’m all in.” you replied, your voice steady.

Aventurine grinned, his eyes twinkling with excitement. As the music swelled around you, you felt a warmth spread through your chest. You were no longer just two players in a high-stakes game; you were partners, dancing to the rhythm of your own hearts.

In that moment, as the last notes of the song lingered in the air, you realized that some bets were meant to be made. And as Aventurine leaned in, capturing your lips with his, you knew you’d gladly take the risk, no matter the stakes.

[moonxytcn]

a night of new beginnings

Leighton Murray x fem!reader

summary – Leighton and you reconcile at home on a movie night full of hugs and kisses

warnings – fluffy

a/n – heyy! someone sent me an ask if I wrote about Reneé or her characters and I was thinking about it and this came out, I hope you like it

English is not my first language so there may be some errors.

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The night enveloped you both in a cocoon of tranquility as you and Leighton nestled on the plush cushions of the living room couch. Soft lamplight cast gentle shadows across the room, dancing with the flickering glow of the TV screen, which bathed you in a warm, comforting aura as it played the chosen movie for the evening. It was one of those rare moments when the outside world seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate embrace of your shared space.

After weeks of tension and uncertainty, Leighton had summoned the courage to reveal her true feelings for you, stepping out of the shadows and baring her heart completely. The confession had sparked an intense confrontation, a whirlwind of emotions culminating in tears, harsh words, and shattered expectations. But now, as you sat side by side, there was a palpable sense of reconciliation in the air, a silent agreement to mend what had been broken.

Leighton's arm found its way around your shoulders, pulling you close as you settled into the movie. Despite the softness of her touch, there lingered a tension in the air, a fragile bridge between past hurts and newfound hope.

As the movie unfolded on the screen, Leighton's fingers traced absentminded patterns along your arm, the gentle caress a silent apology for the pain of the past. You turned to meet her gaze, the soft flicker of the TV casting a halo of warmth around her features.

"I'm sorry for everything." Leighton whispered, her voice a fragile echo of regret. "I was scared, and I acted foolishly. But I want to make things right, Y/N. I want us to work."

You smiled, a flicker of understanding dancing in your eyes as you reached for Leighton's hand. "I want that too, Leighton. I love you."

The words hung in the air, a delicate thread weaving between you, binding your hearts together once more. Leighton leaned in, her lips finding yours in a tender, apologetic kiss. It was a moment of vulnerability and forgiveness, a silent promise to leave the past behind and embrace the future together.

When you finally pulled away, Leighton's eyes were filled with a soft, hopeful light. "I have something for you." She said, her voice tinged with excitement.

You arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Leighton rose from the couch, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she disappeared into the darkness of the room. Moments later, she returned, a DVD clutched in her hands.

"Do you remember the movie we watched on our first night together?" Leighton asked, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

You nodded, a fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips. It was a memory etched in your mind, a moment of connection and intimacy that had shaped your relationship.

"I thought we could watch it again." Leighton said softly, her gaze unwavering. "As a way to start anew."

You nodded, a rush of warmth flooding your chest at the thought of reliving that cherished memory. "I'd love that."

And so, you settled back onto the couch, the glow of the TV illuminating your faces as you lost yourselves in the timeless embrace of the movie. As you watched the scenes of love and redemption unfold on the screen, you knew that you were writing your own story, a story of forgiveness, hope, and a love that would withstand the test of time.

By the end of the movie, your hearts were light, your spirits lifted by the promise of a new beginning. You turned to each other, your smiles mirrored in each other's eyes, and you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, hearts entwined.

And as the night stretched on, you savored each moment, each kiss, each whispered promise, grateful for the chance to start anew and to rediscover the depth of your love for each other. The world outside may have been uncertain, but in the warmth of each other's arms, you knew that together, you could weather any storm.

[leakyweep]

Doflamingo x Reader - Nightmares

A/N: writing fluffy Doffy is difficult, but man, it is fun. @anon-germany enjoy bb :)

Warnings: just some suggestive content and maybe a small warning for nightmares/past regrets i guess

Words; 0.7k

The absence of your presence in your shared bed bothered Doflamingo, and he had a gut feeling he wouldn't have the best night's sleep with you gone. You had to stay late for work at the bar you were employed, leaving Doffy to a cold, empty bed to fall asleep in.

He had woken in the dead of night by a nightmare, his body shooting upwards anxiously and his heart beating from his chest. He was clutching his sternum, his nails digging into the flesh harshly. Red marks were left in his wake, his breaths coming out in hot, rushed pants.

He was in his head that whole day prior; thinking of his past, his family... and though many days he hid this pain and suffering deep inside that evil body, he was still haunted by his past decisions, making him wonder if they were what should have happened.

But it did happen. And he knew that there was no going back, forcing him to be the emotionless and menacing king that everyone was accustomed to. Even you had seldom seen this side of him; only once before had you seen the man agonize over his past. The next day, he'd acted as if nothing had been said, so you kept it that way. His temper was short, after all. The last thing you wanted to do was unnecessarily make the man insecure.

He shifted his body so his legs were swung over the side of the bed, his feet cushioned by the plush carpet beneath him. He looked around the room, pupils darting to the things he could make out in the dark to try and steady himself. Then, the door opened with a creak, his body tensing. He didn't wish for you to see him so vulnerable and weak, so he opted for a tight smile.

"My darling, I-"

"You don't have to talk about it, love, but I'd like for you to at least not try to act like you're okay. That smile is atrocious." You smiled softly, approaching his large figure and placing your hands on his knees. "You aren't weak for having feelings."

He just dropped his head, a scowl etched into his features. He knew you weren't a fool and cursed you silently for having the sense to know exactly what he was thinking. "Nightmare," was all he grumbled, keeping his gaze to your feet standing between his.

His teeth were gritted as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your chest. He wasn't good with words, so he opted for an action you both knew he needed. He wasn't a soft person, not even a kind one for that matter, so this whole situation was foreign to him.

"I'm here now, and I'm about to take a shower. Would you care to join to maybe... get your mind off?" you smirked, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. He chuckled gently into the soft cotton of your shirt, lifting his head to rest his chin on you.

"You know I would never say no to that..." he husked, his hands that were wrapped around your sides engulfing your asscheeks and giving them a squeeze. You laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to the man's cracked lips.

As you began to get the shower ready, he approached you from behind, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

"You know," he started, his fingers tracing down your curves as you were only in your undergarments, "I don't have nightmares when you're there." His tongue ran down your jugular, making a shiver run down your spine.

"Maybe because we do something else instead of sleeping..." You laughed sweetly, your hands resting on his as they engulfed your waist. He grinned and began to pull your panties down.

"I know you aren't complaining," he rasped into your ear. He would never admit it, but your presence is why he wasn't addled with bad dreams at night, not your body.

He loved your intimate moments together, but he would never forget the nights he would wake up startled and hold you until all his thoughts and senses were consumed by you. He loved to smell your hair, trace the outlines and contours of your body while you slept, unknowingly keeping the menacing and malevolent man in a state of rare peace.

“I’m definitely not complaining,” you replied, stepping into the shower, hand in hand with your love. “now come on, we have some distracting to do.”

[ahundredtimesover]

Hi.. I grew up in the part of the world where sex is dirty, a sin. And a woman wanting and enjoying sex is just something so bad. She is considered a who*e. Even if she is married.Sex is just a means to make babies or obviously for men to have fun. And so I grew up uncomfortable with the idea of a naked body.. even mine.. and obviously with age and harmones... I wanted physical intimacy and I hated myself for wanting it. But then I came across BTS.. eventually Wattpad, Tumblr... And you and few other writers make sex a part of the story.. so intimate.. so deep.. Really... You and few other writers changed my perspective towards sex. I don't hate myself or my partner for wanting it. I started appreciating his attraction towards me even more. It in turn made me love my body a bit more . Even though I am still insecure af.

And directly/indirectly addressing issues.. like past traumas.. childhood trauma... Addressing issues.. accountability... I mean ur stories have them all... Somehow I became a better person in terms of understanding myself.. not there yet . But opening myself for the possibilities of my triggers, my reactions. I don't know. I try to handle myself better.. bcz all of you beautiful writers helped me get in touch with my emotions n feelings. I have always avoided them. So thank you for existing.. for sharing ur beautiful beautiful amazing creations with us..

Love 💗

Hi. Before anything, I just want to say that this message means so much to me. 🥹 And I just want to thank you for being brave in sharing something so personal and vulnerable. I understand that there are many societies that treat sex this way. And I'm sorry that you had to go through that discomfort or even shame for wanting it, and if it affected your relationship. It's always a tough thing to navigate.

For me personally, I used to be scandalised by it. That changed when I got a boyfriend but I would still get insecure and feel shy to explore. One thing that writing has done for me was allow myself to explore that side of me that wanted that intimacy, that bit of roughness but gentleness; it allowed me to know what I want and how to express that to my partner. I think my stories reflect what I feel about sex. Sure, it's pleasurable and it has many purposes. But there's something so special when it's done with someone you care about, when there's trust and respect and this overflowing desire to be in each other's presence, to learn about each other and make the other feel good and happy.

I started appreciating his attraction towards me even more. It in turn made me love my body a bit more - I absolutely love this. I love that there's that acceptance now, and though you may still get insecure sometimes, you know that someone will love you regardless. I love writing banter and admiration and body worship in my scenes bc I feel like they're so natural. They make the act more genuine and real. So I'm happy that even with just these stories, it can change the way you approach it and think about yourself. 😊

Somehow I became a better person in terms of understanding myself - I love how you framed this, because learning to understand ourselves is one way to be better. I started writing as a form of release. I just got off my anti-depressants then and I needed to cope. Writing was cathartic, and I was able to put my fears and desires into words, it let me express my emotions in a way that stabilised me, and I'll always be thankful that in doing so, it helped you be in touch with your emotions, too. It's such a beautiful thing we can do for ourselves - to be kinder, to be gentler. I hope we can always strive towards that.

Thank you for dropping by, and for trusting me enough to share this. I'm glad that I, and other writers in this space just trying to get by, could do something for you in such small way. Please always be well. And I'm sending you love. 💕💕💕

[protags-fic-blog]

if you don’t mind sharing do you have any spicy otome li headcanons?

OH BOY DO I HAVE HEADCANONS

I've recently gotten in to the hobby of practicing writing more spicy content... and am considering writing some spicier fics and stuff in the future! So no, I don't mind sharing. I'll go with Amnesia and VariBari, since those are the games I've been playing recently. Side note, I tend to use the MC and 'you' interchangeably. Not to say y'all can't have the best gay sex out there but this is going in under the idea of male LI with the fem MCs

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A/N: Not a full out porno, but sex is the topic. Read at your own risk. Also I left it kinda vanilla, especially for the amnesia guys. But I can go spicier. I'm not afraid of Taiga CNC.

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Amnesia

Shin

VIRGIN AHAHAHAA

he's saving himself for you 🥺

but you know damn well he's reading up on how to properly please a woman

he's under the impression that you are also a virgin. so he won't be mad if you don't know much, sweet and innocent girl that you are

once you go all the way though, there really isn't any turning back, for you or him. casual kisses become desperate make out sessions as you crave for just enough alone time to share the most intimate parts of your body and mind with him

Toma

VIRGIN AHAHAHA

also saving himself for you, in a way. So busy protecting you that he didn't have time for other women.

probably doesn't know how to please a woman. not to bully him but he probably doesn't know where the clit is.

but he tries his best!!! he would be broken if he found out you faked an orgasm for him. it's better to make him feel terrible now than make him feel terrible later.

he wants babies. do with that information what you will.

yeah he's only cumming in you. would beg you to get off birth control. he doesnt have a breeding kink but he really really wants to have a family with you.

Kent

and we're back to virgins.

you can't convince me he's had sex before. you just cant.

wedding night sex!!!!

but, he does know where the pleasure spots are. he's seen enough medical diagrams to know. and ikki probably prepped him up the day before the wedding.

he puts those strong hands to use, if you know what i mean

bruises!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh they hurt so bad but you wear them with pride

gentle aftercare though

Ikki

our first non-virgin!!!!!!!!! woooooooo

gets bitches. no other way to say it.

knows exactly what to do.

he is very much my consent king but he will be the one in charge when it comes to sex.

all those times where he's asked to do things with you? now you have to beg him to stop edging you and properly finish you off

likes to make eye contact with you. all the time. not only because of the way his eyes make you feel, but because he wants you to know that all his focus is on you

Ukyo

sex? never heard of it. ohhhhh, you meant making love?

sex as a form of intimacy and not pleasure. like, yeah he wants you to feel good, but it's the vulnerability of it all that makes it so special

but of course..... he's a little kinky. indulge him a little, yeah? let him choke you every once in a while. he won't kill you, he pinky promised!

it's seen that he owns a pair of handcuffs, no? put that to good use and chain him up. he wants you to have your way with his body. push him to his limits.

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Variable Barricade

Ichiya Mitsumori

two sets of headcanons for this boy. on one hand, we have the 'he lost his virginity when assaulted', and the other is 'hahaha virgin'.

for the first one, i think I like the sort of guilt of not being able to give his first time to hibari. i think there's a dynamic there to explore. but i am choosing to ignore it for now

you know damn well he waited till the wedding. carefully removing the dress from your soft skin, carrying you to the bed, proving to the world just how amazing love can be

submissive...... but only in the way that he will allow you to have control. he could take it back at any minute but he wants you to feel amazing. let you have him is enough for him.

but eventually. he will beg for some things. but it's less of asking you to do things and more of asking you to allow what he does to you. to let him touch you more, to let him be closer. to take him all the way in, even if it hurts (he'll go slow!)

and you listen. both of you follow through on your promises, both of you embrace as you finally realize that the marriage is consummated, that the deal is sealed, that you are bound together for life.

Taiga Isurugi

definitely not a virgin.

probably thinks ichiya is lame for saving it, but eventually regrets not letting you have it.

but oh BOY does he like you being a virgin. it's like he's forever engraved in your body, permanently changing it in a way no other man can.

likes that you smell like him after sex. really wants to hammer in the idea that you're his

i could go further down that rabbit hole. but he's kinky and wants people to know you're his. if you're thinking what i'm thinking that's my brain telling you that you're right. lets leave it at that. this is more of an ao3 topic.

Shion Mayuzumi

lazy bottom my beloved

not a virgin but doesn't really care

allows himself to just enjoy the sensation of it. but he probably doesnt actively engage in activities often

you get all sweaty and icky and achy and why even bother when you could snuggle or nap?

butttttttt if he finds that you're a little bit pent up, he'll find a way to fix that right up! wink wink. nudge nudge.

matching lingerie

Nayuta Yagami

aggressive bottom

masochism and petplay? you've got a handful.

just relax and let him do all the work.

puts the tongue to good use.

would love a collar and leash. tug on him to get him closer, back to being just right.

probably likes being tied up, but he also wants to do all the work for you, so maybe not

[elaratyrell]

Aegon Targaryen NSFW Alphabet

*Divider from saradika-graphics*

Warnings: AFAB! Reader, not proof read, smut under the cut {duh}, language, mentions of drinking and drugs, infidelity, mentions of pregnancy, a brief mention of assault

A/N: It's TGC's birthday today so I thought I'd write something for Aegon. Happy birthday Tom! ❤️

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It depends what stage of the relationship you're in. If you're nothing more than a fuck, or in the very early stages of your relationship, Aegon will likely go to sleep pretty quickly. If your relationship has progressed further than that, a genuine love forming between the two of you, he might pull you close to him, one hand rubbing lazy circles along your back while he holds a goblet of wine in the other. If you're sore, he'll have the maids run you a bath.

Modern! Aegon would likely have a smoke, either a cigarette or a joint, whatever he had lying around really. And hey, if you're up for it, he'll let you share it with him.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Aegon doesn't particularly like any part of himself. He never had any regard for his self care, never took the time to actually appreciate anything about himself. However, if he had to choose something, it would be his mouth, specifically his tongue. He could spend hours buried between your thighs, hearing you breathe out soft moans and whispers of his name as he brings you to the edge over and over again {Bonus: Modern! Aegon has a tongue piercing. Fight me.}

As for you, Aegon would adore every inch of you... BUT... we know this man has a weakness for tits. He loves your tits.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't really give a damn about mess. He also doesn't give a damn about where he cums, as long as it's on or in you in some way. On your face, your tits, your stomach... he doesn't care. He is lazy, and so will probably be more likely to just cum inside of you. It's more intimate, he feels closer to you and it just lets him enjoy holding you as close as he can while you both find your release.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

All I'm going to say is he wouldn't mind you using some of those... ahem… toys he has in his chambers on him one day...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a ton of experience, of course. His reputation precedes him.

However, what he hasn't ever had experience in is the vulnerability, the intimacy, the love that can be experience while with someone physically. The women on the streets of silk he paid to pity him, the maids he took advantage of, and he never had that romantic bond with Helaena. Feeling those things with you is new to him. He's never felt truly loved. Until you.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

He's a lazy boy, and he loves your breasts, so having you straddle his waist while he lays back comfortably on the bed, your tits bouncing in his face as you bounce on top of you. Anytime you're on top is ideal for him, though I feel that he'd be down to try most positions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Aegon {especially Modern! Aegon} is the most likely one to be less serious in the moment. His humour will most likely be in the form of rather crude or inappropriate comments, teasing you in an attempt to ease any tension there might be, especially if he's known you long enough to trust you. For him, sex is a form of escapism, of stress relief. His life is full of severity and seriousness, so this time he spends with you is the only time he can truly loosen up and relax.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

The carpet will definitely match the drapes. And like I said above, Aegon takes little care of himself. I doubt he'd make much effort to keep himself tidy unless you really wanted him too. However, I don't think he'd be particularly hairy down there anyway.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It's complicated with Aegon. Once again, it truly depends on what your relation is to him. All of the sexual partners he's had in the past have been a feeble attempt to fill the hollowness in his chest, to try and feel what love could feel like, even if it isn't quite true. He's touch starved, and is willing to play along with whoever he pays to facilitate his yearning for affection, even if the coldness lingers stronger than before when it's over.

If you haven't known him long, if you're just a companion he uses so to speak, to feel loved, then don't expect him to be romantic. He'll crave your attention, he'll want nothing more than to feel your arms wrapped around him, fingers combing through his knotted hair as you slowly lull him to sleep. If he's drunk, he may slur a few praises in your ear as he ruts into you, or gaze up at you with half lidded lilac eyes, glaze over from his intoxication but shining up at you as though he could love you.

If you're committed to him and he to you, if he trusts and loves you, then he will most definitely yearn for that intimate aspect when with you. He'll hold you closer, he'll praise you, his touch softer and kisses fuelled with passion. He needs you, and only you can provide him with that moment of feeling cherished, so he tries to return the favour and show you how much he cherishes you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Despite being so lazy, Aegon is always in the mood, whether it be first thing in the morning or in the dead of night, and if you're not there to help him out for some reason, he'll be perfectly content with taking care of himself, although would prefer it if it were you helping him instead.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Aegon has a whole shit ton of kinks, but these are the main ones I think he'd have:

Praise Kink: LOVE THIS MAN. He needs to be loved. He knows he doesn't deserve it, but he desperately wishes for it. Hearing your sweet voice in his ear moaning how good he's doing, how he's making you feel, will make him feel so much closer to you. It will make everything more intimate to him. And it goes both ways, he wants you to know how good you're making him feel, especially if you're in a serious relationship with him.

Body Worship: For the same reason as above. Aegon has trouble articulating how he feels through his words. He prefers to show it, and so he'll worship you like a goddess to show you how much he loves you.

Teasing/Edging/Orgasm Denial: Aegon would both love those used on you and on him. He's a tease, he enjoys hearing you beg for him, tears in your eyes from how overstimulated you are, a sheen of sweat covering your writhing body as you desperately grasp at the bedsheets beneath you. He's not known for being particularly patient or self controlled, but he could spend hours denying you both of your releases if it meant the satisfaction of seeing you so needy for him. On the other hand, he also loves it when he's on the receiving end, completely at your mercy, pathetic whimpers spilling from his lips as he bucks his hips upwards, his attempts at feeling any kind of friction to satiate his desire and frustration proving fruitless and you deny him what he wants.

Public Sex: This man would take such glee in riling you up at family dinners, his hand slipping beneath your skirt, watching as you would lightly gasp as his fingers brush against your core. He'd lazily smirk at the glare you'd send his way, rubbing featherlight circles on your clit. He'd test your limits, bring you close to release before pulling away, going as far as to lick his fingers clean in front of his whole damn family.

Lactation Kink: He's a tit man, and seeing how swollen and round they'd grow with your pregnancy would drive him absolutely wild. When you'd complain about how heavy they'd feel, how they ached, he'd be by your side in an instant, his hands already unlacing the bodice of your dress to free your heavy breasts from their confinements, telling you to relax and let him help you and take care of you.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He's shameless, he'd do it anywhere. His bedroom, his throne, the pleasure house, the bath, the gardens, the kitchens, on dragon back... pretty much anywhere. Although I feel like when he's crowned King, he'd have a thing for having you on your knees in front of him or sat on his lap while he sits on his throne. Seeing you worship your King... it makes him feel more powerful than he ever has before.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You could walk into a room and look at him for one second longer than usual and he's hard. You could breathe deeply, causing your chest to heave slightly and he's grabbing your hand, pulling you to him. If you really want to get him going, praise him, tease him, he'll be practically dry humping you like a bitch in heat.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he wouldn't be opposed to minor degradation, I think that going to far will bring too many scars to the surface. Don't be too mean, he's a sensitive boy. I also think that other than cum and spit, any other bodily fluids would be out of the question.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both? Both. Both is good.

He loves burying his head between your thighs, making you come undone countless times by just the use of his mouth. He's spends hours testing your limits, seeing what makes you roll your hips against him, or throw your head back in pleasure as you sing his praises. He loves it.

But he also loves it when you unbutton his trousers, lowering yourself to your knees while his hand threads through your hair, eager to pleasure him. Especially when he's sitting on the throne, the conqueror's crown glittering on his head.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends how horny he is. Despite being rather lazy, he can also be desperate, rutting into you like a wild animal so he can reach his release.

However, especially in the mornings, he may prefer to slowly roll his hips against yours {especially if you're in a proper relationship} taking his time as he slowly wakes up from his slumber.

Sex is how he expresses himself, and if he needs to do that in a flurry of passion or a slow, loving way where he just yearns to be close to you and feel you, depends on his mood. He may switch between the two, or even let you set the pace when he's feeling a little lost with himself, his insecurities and self esteem hitting an all time low after a nasty fight with his mother or grandfather.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I've said it before and I'll say it again. This man's always down for sex. And if that means a quickie against the wall or on the table, he'll be down for it. He'll really love it if that's how you wake him up in the mornings when he's late for his duties, straddling his waist or using your mouth to pleasure him before the day begins. As King of Westeros, his time with you will likely be shorter than before, and a quickie might be all he can do before attending to his duties, so he takes advantage of every moment, no matter how short, to be with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Of course he is. He's down for most things, I'll reckon, and always open to hear suggestions from you for what else you can do to make things interesting in the bedroom.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Always. Horny. I think he could last a few rounds. 3-4 in one night maybe. Especially if you're taking the lead. And if his cock can't take any more for one night, he has his fingers, his tongue... he can find other ways to satisfy you if you're still wanting more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Have you seen his room? He would not oppose the use of toys at all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He's a brat, he'll happily test your patience and relentlessly tease you to see how long it takes for you to snap. And on the other side, he'll secretly revel in you teasing him, taking your time to pleasure him. Cockwarming is a favourite of his, he can last a long time with you squirming on top of him, his hands planted firmly on your waist, trapping you in place as he sees how long it takes for one of you to break, almost like a game to him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn't care who hears him. When you make him feel as good as you do, he wants you to know. He'll let out loud, breathy moans and low groans and grunts in your ear. He also whimpers a lot, especially if you're in control and teasing him, refusing to grant him his release. He doesn't care how pathetic it sounds, he can't hold it in, and he wants you to know how good you're making you feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This man is a switch. Yes, he will be a submissive brat, whimpering from your touch and begging for you to let him cum, but he can also easily turn the tables on you so you're the one crying for him to fuck you. He can be quite dominant when he wants, bending you over the nearest surface and hiking up your skirts, fucking you raw as you grab onto whatever he's pinned you down on so tightly your knuckles turn white, crying out in pain as he'd tug your hair roughly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's about average in length above average in girth. It's thick, I know it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He always craving you, always wanting you, which can be a blessing or a curse depending on your sex drive. Even in his sleep he's grinding against you, only to wake up in the middle of the night, hard as a rock.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Honestly? Pretty damn quick. Especially if you pull him into your arms, running your fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead. He'll be out within minutes, snoring softly. However, if you do need something {a bath or something to eat etc} he will make sure that's done for you first.

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 12: A Little Piece of Heaven

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 2 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—oral (female receiving), missionary, mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 6.7k

❧ In This Chapter: Tragedy at the farm leads to emotions running high, and Daryl desiring to isolate himself from the others. In a desperate need for closeness, you share an intimate night with Daryl.

❧ A/N: This is my first time ever writing smut, so it might not be the BEST, but this certainly won't be the last time we see smut in this series so hopefully my skills will get better with time. Also, this chapter is basically completely devoted to smut so there's not really any plot development. If you're not into reading smut, feel free to skip this one.

“Daryl, what the hell is this?” you asked, walking towards the man as he set up your shared tent on the outskirts of Hershel’s land.

You had just finished helping the others bury graves for Sophia and Hershel’s wife and stepson, and when the service was finished Daryl immediately wandered off. You stayed to help clean up the rest of the bodies and take them away to be burned. Once you were finished, you intended to come back to your tent and rest, but you were surprised to find that your tent was nowhere to be seen.

“Settin’ up camp,” Daryl said matter-of-factly, almost done assembling the last tentpole.

“You didn’t have any intention of asking me before you moved our tent almost a mile away from the others?”

Daryl looked up from his work. “Didn’t think it would matter.”

You scoffed. “Of course it matters, those are our people! Why are you doing this, isolating yourself?”

“I’m done bein’ their errand boy. Look what it got me, that girl was dead in the barn this whole damn time!” he yelled, his face only a few inches from yours.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “Daryl, I know this is really affecting you. You worked so hard everyday to find her, and I can’t even imagine what it feels like to see all of that crumbling in front of you, but you can’t take this out on everyone else. It’s no one’s fault, it’s just the way it happened.”

He only huffed, his face contorted in frustration. Turning away from you, he resumed setting up camp, unpacking a large duffel bag and beginning to throw yours and his things into the tent haphazardly.

“I… I think I’m going to set up my own tent, back with the others,” you said.

Daryl paused, not saying anything—just looking at the ground.

“I just don’t like being this far from the camp.” You started approaching him slowly, attempting to touch his arm, but he pulled away.

“So that’s it? It’s over then?” he asked.

You looked at him confused. “I didn’t say that. I just don’t want to be isolated.”

“Obviously you don’t want nothin’ to do with me then, so why don’t ya just get the hell outta here? Go!”

His words stung like alcohol on an open wound. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Daryl, please don’t be like this.”

“Like what?! You think you can just come into my life like that, then after everything just up and leave?! That ain’t fair, you can’t just do that.”

“I never said anything about leaving, Daryl, just that I don’t think you’re doing the right thing. We need to be with our people.”

Daryl scoffed. “I don’t need them, don’t need anybody. Never have, never will.”

Your eyes dropped and your mouth turned downward at his harsh words. “You don’t need me then.” Your voice was shaky and full of sadness.

He paused, disappointed in himself for not thinking through his words. “That ain't what I meant,” he came up to you, trying to look into yours eyes but they were glued to your feet. “I… need ya. Always.” His voice was softer now, much more vulnerable. “I can’t go back to camp, not yet. But… you can stay there if ya want to. I’ll understand.”

You looked back up at him, smiling at his understanding. “You know I can’t sleep without you,” you said simply.

The corner of his lip turned up, then turned into a small smile, that same one he’d always given you. It was a small smile, but it was the biggest one you’d ever seen him give anyone, so you knew it meant something. “Can’t sleep without you neither.”

You touched his hand, grazing the back of it with your thumb. He is so sweet.

“I’ll stay with you here, but you have to promise me something.”

“Anythin’.”

“Promise me this is temporary, that we’ll put our things back at camp when you figure out… whatever all this is.”

Daryl looked at you, a hint of admiration in his eyes at how much you cared about him and wanted him to be better. “I promise.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pressed your body into his, pulling away only briefly to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you against him, engulfing you in his warmth. He was always so warm.

You reluctantly pulled your body away from him, keeping your fingers looped together around the back of his neck and playing with the ends of his hair all the while. “It’s gonna get dark soon,” you pointed out, looking at the sun setting in the distance. “We should set up the inside of the tent.”

That’s just what the two of you did for the next hour or so, organizing everything again so it was just like how you’d first set it up. Daryl even set his half of the geode right next to yours on the table, saying he’d been carrying his around for good luck, but that it needed to be with its other half now.

Once the darkness settled in, you asked Daryl to teach you how to start a fire for you to cook over. Dinner wasn’t too special, just a can of beans you heated up and the last of the jerky you’d found on the highway what seemed like years ago.

After dinner, you perched yourself atop Daryl’s lap and the two of you sat by the fire. He let you stay there much longer than you thought he would. You assumed his legs would start falling asleep, but he never complained.

You started telling him stories from your childhood. He always seemed to like hearing them.

“There was this one time,” you said, your arms wrapped around Daryl’s neck as you sat on his lap, “my brother and I stayed up super late and did the dumbest thing. We had this idea to do prank calls, only we’d never done it before so we didn’t know you were supposed to use the Yellow Pages and dial random numbers from that. We ended up using numbers from our parents’ personal telephone book.”

“Yeah,” Daryl snorted, “that is dumb.”

You playfully smacked his chest. “Shut up! We were kids!”

Daryl scoffed. “So what happened?”

“Well, in the morning, one of the people we called actually called back, and that was how our parents found out.”

“Shit,” Daryl said, enamored with your story. He was always the most captive audience you’d ever had.

“Right? Anyway, my dad didn’t really care that much, he mostly just thought it was funny how stupid we were. But my mom, she was pissed. She made us call every single person back to apologize. If they didn’t answer, she took us to their house and made us apologize in person.”

“You weren’t kiddin’ when you said she was crazy.”

You laughed. “Yeah, she was a bit neurotic. She was worse to my brother though, always giving him a hard time. She could never accept him for who he was, she treated him terribly.”

“Sounds like your mom and my dad woulda been a match made in Hell.”

You sighed as you thought about Daryl’s dad. He never mentioned him except for when he showed you his scars, but you knew he hated him, and that he had good reason to. “Some people just should never be parents.”

“Mhm,” Daryl agreed as he traced invisible circles on your thigh.

The night went on like that for a while, the both of you exchanging stories from the old world. Daryl’s were mostly about the strange antics him and his brother used to get up to, and yours were from every time in your life. His favorites were your high school stories, they were always the most awkward and embarrassing, and he loved to tease you.

After a while, a comfortable silence settled in. You were still sat on his lap, gazing at the fire, when you felt him start to kiss your neck sweetly. Soon it turned into him sucking and licking you all over your exposed skin, leaving trails of hickeys that would certainly darken by morning.

You didn’t think he would be so passionate with you tonight, given the circumstances and everything that had happened that day at the barn. You didn’t complain, though. The two of you still hadn’t had sex yet, and it was beginning to eat you up inside. It was the only thing you found yourself thinking about when you could let your thoughts take over. Even at night when he held you, all you could think about was how you wanted to feel him inside you. Still, you didn’t want to rush him. You knew he would come to you in his own time.

What you didn’t know was that it was eating at him, too. He’d found his thoughts clouded with more and more intense images of you. It seemed to get worse everyday, his visions of you on top of him, your naked body bouncing up and down as you rode him, calling out his name in rapture.

Sometimes he couldn’t hold it and had to go into the woods and take care of himself. It was a strange feeling for him, this lust. He’d never been so aroused that he had to masturbate, it was usually something he did very rarely when he physically needed to. Even then, it wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed. But when he thought of you as he did it, the feeling of being inside you, your tight walls clenching around him as you rode him out to find your pleasure, he felt pure bliss unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

As he kissed your neck, he brought his free hand down to caress your breast, then slid it further down your torso and finally to your clothed crotch. He cupped you there lightly, feeling the heat emanating from your arousal.

You could barely take him touching you there, you were so sensitive from years of not being touched. You let out a tortured moan as a way of begging him to put more pressure where you most needed it.

He tore his mouth from your neck and pressed his lips to yours, raw and red with passion. You parted your lips to let him slip his tongue in and rapidly swirl around yours, going faster as he put more pressure on your mound and became more aroused just from the feeling of you.

“Daryl,” you panted in between his kisses, “please.”

He started leaving small, warm kisses on your cheek as his inched his way to the sensitive spot beneath your ear. He tongued at it gently, his hot breath radiating off your skin and making you even more sensitive to his touch.

“Please what?” he asked, the vibrations of his gravelly voice on your skin causing you to let out a soft groan.

He very well knew what he was doing to you, but he wanted you to tell him exactly what you wanted from him.

“Please…” you trailed off, feeling him lick down the helix of your ear, then back down to your neck, finally fixating on your collarbone where he began nibbling at it lightly. You closed your eyes and brought your hand up to his hair, beginning to comb through it with your fingers in appreciation as you whimpered at his love bites.

“Use your words,” he said, confidence flooding through him as he continued to leave delicate bites on your sensitive skin.

“I want you to… I need you to—ah!”

He caught you off guard when he began fondling your breast underneath your shirt, pinching your aroused nipple all the while.

He brought his mouth back up to yours and you kissed him in appreciation. Pulling away a little, he spoke into lips. “What do you want me to do to ya, girl? I’ll do anything you want. Just gotta tell me.”

“Want you inside me, please, Daryl.”

Daryl smirked as he kissed you harshly, biting your lower lip a little, then filling you again with his sweet tongue.

When he pulled away, you whimpered a little at the loss of his tongue and lips. Neither of you had even gotten your clothes off yet but you were already falling apart for him.

“Go get that pretty dress on for me,” Daryl instructed, looking at you with darkened eyes. “I’m gonna put out the fire.” He nuzzled his nose against yours before you reluctantly lifted yourself off his lap. You looked down at him, but your eyes immediately traveled down to the very obvious tent in his pants.

You leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Don’t be too long, cutie pie” you said, trying to sound as sexy as possible for someone who hadn’t had sex for a solid three years.

You could’ve sworn you heard him growl as he watched you make your way into the tent, seductively swaying your hips as you did so. You loved this animalistic side to him. He didn’t show it very often, only when he was horny, angry, or hungry. In all cases, he was insatiable.

You fumbled around for a few minutes in the dimly lit tent trying to find your slip. Somehow it had gotten mixed in with Daryl’s underwear, which you found to be slightly amusing.

Once you had the thing on, you’d remembered the condoms Glenn had loaned you. Well, loaned as in you were going to have to find some more to make up for the ones you took.

You searched through your memories of the last three days to remind yourself where you put them. When you realized you had tucked them in one of your piles of clothes, you started panicking. They could be anywhere since Daryl picked up your things and carelessly threw them into the tent.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you whispered to yourself as you knelt down and began frantically looking for the two little pink squares you thought you’d been so clever in hiding. In hindsight, you should’ve just put them on your nightstand, but your appreciation for the element of surprise was clouding your judgment at the time.

“Lookin’ for something?” you heard Daryl’s husky voice from behind you.

Turning around, you saw Daryl holding the very condoms you were looking for. Your eyes widened in shock, though you should’ve known he’d find them—he was too crafty for his own good sometimes.

You beamed up at him, your wild eyes sparkling as you looked at the man you loved so much. “You found them!” you laughed.

You practically launched yourself up from the ground and ran across the tent to hug him.

“Where’d you get these anyway, girl?” he asked, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close to him like he always did.

You pulled away to look him in his beautiful blue eyes, your hands resting on his clothed chest. “Glenn.”

He looked at you bewildered. “Oh, he’s got this… thing going on with Maggie. She told me he had extras, so I asked him to lend me some.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Lend?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know what I mean!”

“Yeah, I know what ya mean,” he smiled at you and lowered his hands down to your hips. “Guess I gotta thank Glenn tomorrow.”

You giggled. “I guess I do, too.”

Daryl slipped the condoms into his shirt pocket as he smiled at you. She’s so damn cute.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, then leaned in to kiss you passionately, his lips soaking in every morsel of your lust for him.

Moving his hands inwards and grabbing onto your ass, the two of stumbled backwards a bit before landing less than graciously on your makeshift cot with him on top of you. You giggled as he started leaving hot kisses down your chest, stopping where the fabric of your slip started.

He started playing with the silky fabric, sliding his hand downwards in between the slopes of your breasts, over the soft plain of your belly, and finally onto your sensitive mound. He lifted himself slightly off of you to scoot himself down and spread his knees so they knelt by the insides of your calves.

Breaching the hem of your slip, he delicately pulled the fabric up to reveal that you weren’t wearing any panties. He licked his lips, so hungry for you. You sighed a little as you felt a cool breeze rush in through your tent and over your exposed core. You looked down at Daryl and began slowly spreading your legs for him, as if by instinct. You took his hand in yours when you noticed he seemed nervous, and then you got self-conscious.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly, closing your legs a little.

“Nothin’,” he blurted out. “It’s just, ain’t uh, done this in a long time.”

You sat up to look him in the eyes, your hand caressing his cheek. “Same here.” You gave him a sweet reassuring smile. “We can go slow at first,” you suggested.

Daryl nodded nervously. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he said, chewing the inside of his lip. “I uh… wanna give somethin’ to ya.”

You looked at him confused, but happy to oblige whatever he wanted. “You can give anything to me, Daryl. I’ll love it if it comes from you.”

He smiled at you, pealing your hand from his cheek and leaving several small kisses on your palm before he gently dropped it back down to your side. “Lay down, pretty girl.”

You did as he said, returning your head to your soft pillow. He took your thighs in both of his big hands and spread them out even further than you had opened them for him initially. He leaned down to marvel at the beauty of your soaking wet slit, spread open for him so deliciously.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he swiftly sunk his lips onto your crease, allowing his tongue to lick upwards and collect the dewy glow of your arousal. As he met your clit, you let out a high-pitched groan of pleasure, loving the feeling of his tongue on your most sensitive spot.

Acknowledging your appreciation, he suctioned onto that spot, his tongue lapping at it all the while. At first you bucked your hips up into his mouth seemingly uncontrollably, but after the first few licks you were able to control yourself a bit more.

Still, no one had made you feel this good in so long, possibly ever. As he kept sucking and lapping on your now throbbing clit, he tentatively brought his index finger up to your entrance. He delicately rubbed your inner lips up and down before slowly dipping the finger into the shallow end of your pussy.

Even with just one finger in, you were so tightly wound around it that he wasn’t sure he could fit another one in. But as he continued to hungrily pluck and lap at your button, your canal began to stretch for him. He inserted another finger, this time earning a cry of pleasure from you.

You slid your hands down your breasts and your stomach to finally settle in Daryl’s short, ashy brown tresses. Your hands kneaded at his hair, pulling him further down onto your sweet spot.

Suddenly, he determined he could try putting a third finger in you, and with that you unintentionally pulled his hair, crying out his name as your body adjusted to the feeling. He grunted at the feeling of you pulling him, sending an intense vibration into you.

He began pumping his thick, calloused fingers in and out of you slowly, trying to stretch you more and more to prepare for his increasingly hardening cock. Your soft moans and whimpers punctuated by the passionate cries of his name were enough to drive him over the edge, but he was trying his hardest not to let himself go just yet. He needed to get you there first.

Keeping his mouth locked onto your engorged clit, he started pulling his fingers out slowly, making sure to gather enough of your wetness to coat his fingers.

Much to your dissatisfaction, as evidenced in your needy groan, he pulled his mouth off of you to catch his breath. Once his fingers were completely out, he looked up at your beautiful face. You felt his eyes on you, and you looked down at him as he licked his fingers clean, one by one, groaning to himself.

“Oh, Daryl,” you moaned.

You massaged his hair as he came back down to begin licking at your soaked entrance, his thumb continuing to draw small circles around your clit. As his tongue slid further and further into you, you became a whimpering mess. Your thrusts became uncontrollable again as he applied even more pressure to your clit, and soon you started to feel the first shocks of your impending orgasm vibrating through each thrust.

Daryl could tell you were close as he felt the increased clenching of your vagina around his wet tongue. He wanted to feel you come around his fingers, so he rapidly removed his tongue and kissed your wet entrance before plunging two fingers deep inside of you. You let out a guttural whimper as he did so.

“Oh, god! Daryl!” you cried, your eyes closed tightly and your teeth gritted as he returned his mouth to your clit to suck and lick at it some more until it was ready to burst.

Daryl used his other hand to hold you down while he pleasured you, wanting to prolong these first shocks as long as possible. As he continued to stimulate you, you were a whimpering mess, your hands now holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life, clawing at the fabric of his blue sleeveless shirt.

“Daryl, I’m going to—going to come,” you moaned desperately, his tongue never ceasing to rapidly lap at your clit and his fingers still thrusting deep inside of you, the warmth engulfing them so beautifully.

He removed the hand he was using to keep you steady and stretched it up to caress your clothed breast, your hand meeting his and holding it there as he massaged the soft tissue.

Your moans started getting louder and louder, and your thrusts were faster and more intense as your body ached to find the release it needed. Your clit was still in Daryl’s mouth, but it was throbbing so much it felt like it was going to explode.

After another round of thrusting, you felt a surge of bliss spread through your body from your core. Your legs were practically shaking as the tightness within you unwound itself and let loose a cascade of vibrations through you with every uncontrollable thrust into Daryl’s mouth.

He continued to lick you, now licking at your entrance where his fingers were still pumping back and forth inside you. He felt your tight pussy clenching his fingers repeatedly, getting him excited for when it would do so around his cock. He let out a guttural groan as you kept coming for him for what seemed like minutes. He brought his tongue back up to your clit to stimulate you some more, trying to drag out every moment of your pleasure.

As he did, you let out more loud whimpers, absolutely amazed by all the attention he was giving you. When you finally came back down from your high, Daryl slowly pulled his fingers out of you, kissing back up your still clothed body to your mouth where he plunged his tongue in for another passionate kiss.

You could taste yourself on his tongue, and now you could feel his incredibly erect cock rubbing against your thigh, his jeans scratching your skin in the most perfect way.

Wrapping your arms around him and running your hands up and down his broad back, you pulled him in further to allow his tongue more access to your mouth. You wanted to feel him as deep as possible. When he pulled away, leaving small kisses around your mouth as a parting gift, you were still panting from your orgasm. Your eyes fluttered closed as you reveled in this moment.

“Was that good?” he asked shyly, leaving more little kisses all over your jaw and neck at the same time.

You opened your eyes and looked at him with the sweetest smile on your face. “Daryl, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

You wished you could’ve said something more romantic, but all you could tell him was exactly what you were thinking.

He looked at you and smiled, caressing your face gently all the while.

You leaned up and continued to kiss him, letting your tongue take his into your mouth and dance wildly with it. You took one of the hands you had on his back and brought it forward to caress his chest. Slowly, you trailed downwards like he’d done with you, finally landing on his clothed cock, which was so hard for you.

He groaned as you began palming him up and down, wanting to feel his warmth inside you.

“I want this,” you whispered, applying more sweet pressure to his groin. “Give me this, please.”

He looked at you with hardened eyes. “You want my cock in you?” he asked, a surge of boldness taking him over.

He grabbed your hand and rubbed it harder into his jeans, making his throbbing cock feel like it could burst right there. You gasped at how good he felt just under your hand, not even naked.

“Yes, Daryl,” you cooed. “I want your cock inside me.”

He smiled and gave you another sweet kiss. “What my crazy woman wants my crazy woman gets.”

You laughed, playfully smacking his chest before he began to lift himself up and off of you. You sat up a bit to watch as he began unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it at your face once he was done.

“Daryl!” you cried, snorting at how much he was teasing you.

He was already starting to undo his jeans when you discarded the shirt. You leaned forward with bated breath, your gaze glued to his as he watched your every move with hungry eyes.

He began pulling his jeans down with one hand, and taking his aching cock out with the other. You absentmindedly bit your lip as you watched him stroke himself a few times before completely stepping out of his jeans and underwear.

You simply couldn’t believe he was completely naked, mostly because of how he’d never been naked in front of you, only in your imagination as you drifted off to sleep. You’d almost forgotten that he was real, that there was a man underneath all those baggy clothes.

Coming back to Earth, you began peeling off your own slip as he began strutting towards you slowly.

As you started pulling the silky fabric over your head, you felt him pull the rest of it up for you, simply not being able to wait. You looked up at him and smiled once he’d removed it, rustling your hair in the process. Now you really looked like a crazy woman, and he loved it.

Standing in front of you, he pulled you up to his level by your arms so that you were kneeling both of your knees on the bed. Then he tucked one arm under your knees and picked you up bridal style, causing you to squeal in surprise. He set you back down quickly, making sure you were completely laying down for him.

Climbing over you, he began spreading your legs as much as he could, then he settled into your core and laid his full body weight on top of you. You wrapped your legs around his lower torso, making sure he was nice and snug against you. Plunging his tongue into your mouth, he began gently rubbing himself against your core. You felt his upright cock sliding up and down against your mound, the feeling of it teasing you relentlessly as you just wanted him to enter you.

He started devouring your neck, leaving more marks that would surely be visible the next day. As he kept rutting his body against yours, you reached your hand down to his taut ass in an attempt to put more pressure on your core.

He grunted at your touch, pulling his lips off you and smirking. “You’re a needy girl, aren’t ya?” He kissed your hairline gently, his hands combing through your hair on either side of your face. You whimpered as you looked at him seriously, no longer wanting his teasing.

“Please, Daryl. I need you.”

You began thrusting yourself up towards him, demanding him to take control of you. You gripped his ass harder with both of your hands, causing his cock to rub more forcefully against your sensitive skin.

“Shit, woman—if I knew you were this horny I’d have done somethin’ earlier.”

Daryl propped himself up with one arm and reached down to grab his shirt he’d discarded. He reached into the shirt pocket and pulled out one of the condoms, your hands rubbing his back absentmindedly all the while.

You loosened your legs and allowed him to sit up to adjust himself. He ripped the wrapper open, tossing it somewhere in the tent and proceeding to roll it onto his throbbing cock.

It was so much nicer than that guy’s dick you saw in the library.

Hell, it was nicer than anyone’s you’d seen. Maybe it was just because it was his, but you were pretty sure it was objectively the best you’d seen.

You could already tell it would be a perfect match to your tight, wet pussy.

“Oh, Daryl,” you whimpered, completely infatuated by his generous appendage.

He smirked at you. “You ready for me, (Y/N)?”

You nodded enthusiastically, not wanting anything else in this whole world at that moment. “I’ve been ready for you for a long time.”

With that, he grabbed you by the calves and tossed your legs around his waist. He leaned forward so he was eye-to-eye with you, then he propped himself up on his arms. Reaching one arm down, he grabbed ahold of his cock and gently dragged the tip up and down your soaking wet slit in order to coat it in as much of your sweet nectar as possible.

Your walls began clenching at nothing, anticipating the feeling of being filled by him. As he inched closer to your opening, you gripped his broad shoulders and closed your eyes tightly, preparing for him to stretch you out.

“I’ll go real slow,” Daryl assured you, removing his hand from his cock and bringing it up to caress your concentrated face. “Tell me if it hurts.”

He knew you hadn’t done this in a long time. He remembered every little thing you’d told him, so of course he wouldn’t forget that. He knew your body might not be as used to it as it once was.

“Okay,” you sighed. “Please, I want you in me.”

Daryl gave you one more long, sweet kiss before he began inching his tip further into your pussy, already stretching it out so much.

You hissed and gritted your teeth as he got deeper. He groaned when he felt the soft warm tissue of your tight pussy trying to accommodate him. He inched as slowly as he possibly could given how aroused he was. Once he had filled you to your hilt, he began slowly pumping up and down inside of you, his hips thrusting into yours.

“Ah!” you cried, still trying to get used to the stinging of your body adjusting to him.

He used all of his willpower to stop himself from ramming into you. “You okay? Did I hurt ya?” he panted.

“I’m fine,” you said, opening your eyes to look at him. You moved your hands down from his shoulders to his ass, applying pressure to encourage him to keep moving. “Keep going, I want you to make me scream, Daryl.”

He smirked, then leaned down to kiss you deeply, his tongue swirling yours as he began thrusting into you faster now. You panted and moaned into his sloppy kiss, loving the feeling of his cock.

Removing his lips from yours, he lifted his head up to watch your face as he pounded into you, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Getting a hang of his rhythm, you bucked your hips up gently to match his, stimulating your clit each time.

Daryl loved how much you wanted him, how much you purposefully clenched your walls to draw him closer to where he wanted to be.

“Damn, you’re perfect,” he sighed, watching your breasts bounce up and down with each powerful thrust. “You gonna make me come so hard, baby.”

Baby? He’d never called you anything but “crazy woman”—he must’ve been delirious.

“Oh, oh,” you whimpered, beginning to feel your own high rising up in your core again. You moved your hands up from his ass to his hair where you lightly pulled at it, begging him to go even harder as he penetrated a sensitive spot inside you. “Harder! More! I’m close!”

You couldn’t help but thrust up into him wildly, almost causing him to lose his balance.

“Hang on, woman!” he laughed, amused by your excitement. “I’ll make ya come real good, sweet thing.”

Sweet thing… if you weren’t turned on before, you definitely were now. His gruff southern accent always tore you to pieces.

“Yes, Daryl! Right there, honey.”

“Yeah, ya like that, girl?”

“Yes!”

He kept thrusting as hard as he could, wanting you to reach your high before he did. Leaning down again, he brought his mouth to your breast and began licking your hardened nipple, swirling it around his tongue wildly.

“Oh—oh Daryl!” you cried, loving the feeling of his mouth making love to your engorged breast. When he was satisfied, he kissed his way over to your other nipple, all the while continuing to thrust into you as far and as hard as he could, but still slow enough to steadily draw out your impending orgasm.

You felt the first vibrations coursing through you, and before he knew it you were coming all around him. You panted and groaned as he started slowing down even more so he could reach his hand down and circle your sensitive clit with his thumb to make your orgasm last as long as it could.

“Oh God, baby… you make me feel so good,” you cooed, still uncontrollably slamming your hips up into his as each surge of pleasure swept through you like a tidal wive.

He started pulling out of you halfway so he could see how much your slick coated his shaft. He smiled as he watched it glisten in the dim lighting of the lantern. Some of your other juices seeped out and he couldn’t control himself anymore. He needed to find his own release, and he was already so close.

Once you stopped moaning and writhing in your post-orgasmic state, he pushed himself back into you until he reached your hilt. You let out a loud groan, loving the feeling of him filling you up completely again.

He readjusted a bit and returned his hands to either side of your head to prop himself up as he hammered into you as fast as he could. You wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, interlocking your ankles and digging your heels into his ass.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he groaned.

He felt the first waves of his orgasm flooding over him as he continued thrusting harder, over and over and over again.

Your tight walls clenched even tighter around him, and at this point he had lowered himself down to nuzzle his head into the crook of your shoulder.

“Ah! Goddamn,” he cried.

You rubbed his back up and down slowly with one hand, the other in his hair combing through it lovingly.

“Come on, baby,” you whispered sweetly. “Come in me.”

You felt his cock start to twitch under the pressure of your tightening walls. You knew he was so close to finishing, but he was trying to prolong the pre-shocks of his orgasm as long as he could.

He couldn’t take the friction anymore, and his cock started twitching rapidly inside of you.

“Ah! (Y/N)!” he cried into your shoulder, biting the skin just a little. “Oh, shit.”

He kept bucking his hips into you as your tight, slick walls milked every ounce of him into the reservoir of the condom. You moved your hands down to his ass you loved so much and held him into you as the last of his white hot seed expelled from his body.

He groaned your name roughly into your ear, and you moaned in response to how much he was unloading. It almost seemed like he’d never stop.

You smiled at how much he was enjoying himself until he finally seemed to climb down from his amazing high. He hadn’t felt like that in his whole life. It was hands down the best sex he’d ever had, not only because he had shared it with someone he really cared about, but because you just felt so good. It was like your bodies were made for each other.

He panted in your ear, still catching his breath from all that thrusting. You unwrapped your legs from his waist and let them fall limp onto the bed. He lifted his head from your shoulder and adjusted himself so that was laying on top of you, all the while still buried deep inside you.

“Wow,” you giggled, your hands coming to his cheeks and bringing his face down to yours so you could kiss him sweetly in appreciation. “I think I died and went to Heaven.”

He smiled at you sweetly. “Me too, an’ brought me back a little piece.” He took one of your hands and left sweet soft kisses on your palm before slowly pulling out of you. If it were up to him he’d stay in you all night, but that condom was getting uncomfortable.

You beamed at him. “You’re just a big softie, aren’t you?”

He scoffed. “Ain’t soft, baby girl.” He pivoted his body so he was laying on his side next to you, then reached down to peel off the condom. He tied the open end in a knot and tossed it somewhere in the middle of the tent.

“You better pick that up later,” you teased.

He closed his eyes and shook his head to himself as he wrapped his arm around you, opening his sleepy eyes again to look at your beautiful face. “Yes, ma’am.”

You smiled, then looked at each other in silence for a while before Daryl cleared his throat and began to speak.

“I gotta tell ya somethin’, (Y/N).”

You looked a little concerned as his face turned serious. “What is it, honey?” You brought your hand up to his cheek and held his face in your soft palm.

“I—I love you.”

You were silent for a moment, then you closed your eyes and sighed in relief. “I love you, too, Daryl. I have for a while now.”

Daryl’s serious face faded and he was all smiles. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You giggled. “Well, you happened to stumble upon a dumb girl getting attacked by a walker in the woods one day. I guess it kind of just worked itself out from there.”

Daryl smiled while he looked down briefly to pull the covers over the both of you. “She ain’t dumb,” he said. “She’s perfect, an’ I’m gonna spend whatever time I’ve got left on this rock makin’ sure she knows that.” He nodded his head a little in confirmation of his promise.

You hummed in response as your eyelids got heavier with each blink. Soon you drifted off to sleep, snuggled into Daryl’s chest as was becoming habit.

Daryl looked at your peaceful face as long as he could until he couldn’t keep himself awake any longer, either. He managed to put out the lantern before wrapping his arms tightly around you and falling asleep to dream sweet dreams of you and your future together.

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[inriospocket]

Your Rio stories are so good and make my day!! Would you be up to write another one please? I was thinking he and reader used to date, but she left him because he never shared anything about himself. He was it for her and vice versa. They run into each other some time later and Rio thinks he can get her back with being his cocky self, but it doesn’t work. One night he invites himself to her home while she’s taking a bath. He joins her and starts telling her about himself and just lots of fluffy loving (and smut afterward if you feel like it?). I could use some fluffy loving please 🥺. Thank you!! ❤️

Always up to it! I hope you're doing okay ❤

word count ♡ 1,253

summary ♡ Rio tries to win reader back with his cockiness after running into each other but realizes later that he has to win her back with honesty.

situation ♡ fluffy/smutty

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“Oh, damnit!” You cursed, picking up the folded ticket from your windshield. You were parked there barely for 10 minutes trying to pick some coffee up from the nearby shop.

You heard a light snicker from behind you. “You still haven’t learned.”

You turned around recognizing the voice. It had been 3 months and 16 days since you last saw your ex but you weren’t counting was what you always told yourself.

You knew you could never escape him but you also didn’t think you would just see him on a whim.

“Folding a piece of paper and sticking it on my own windshield is not going to work.” You folded your arms.

“Always worked for me.” He smirked. You gave him a slight smile, unsure of what to say next.

“How you been?” He asked. You stuck the ticket in your purse before answering him.

“Just fine. I should be going.” You said, reaching for the handle to your door.

“Hey, maybe we can catch up some time.” He said which stopped you.

You narrowed your eyebrows at him. “So you can always give me a vague explanation of what goes on in your life? Sorry, I’m a bit bored of that.” You said and opened your car door.

“Oh come on, mama. You never could say no.” He pushed.

You shook your head and sighed. “Well now I am.” You said and closed your door. He always made you weak from the moment you met him but you didn’t want to keep wasting your time here.

You barely knew him when you were dating and as much as you loved him from what you did know, it just wasn’t enough. You were always so open and honest and he gave you nothing in return.

And as much as you wanted to say you no longer loved him, you couldn’t. Even when you broke up, you knew in a way that it wasn’t over because your heart still belonged to him and vice versa.

After a long day, you just wanted to disappear but instead you settled for the bath tub. You played with the bubbles on your hands, your thoughts never straying from Rio.

You almost felt like you manifested him when you looked over at your ringing cellphone. You deleted his contact months ago but you always knew his number by heart.

You hesitated for a moment but you quickly dried your hands off and picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Can I come over?” He asked. You hesitated again, wondering if this could possibly go any further but you already made up your mind.

“...sure” you said.

Once Rio got there you had already left the front door unlocked for him. He walked in, following the light coming from your room and then to the bathroom.

He was hesitant in opening the door, knowing how vulnerable he was going to have to be but the thought of you with him again pushed the door open.

You had your knees to your chest, the bubbles covering your intimate areas. You watched him sit at the edge of the tub and you could see how hard it was for him to start to tell you more about him.

A part of you wondered if he ever had the chance. Or if anyone ever tried to listen.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him.

He took a deep breath, realizing it was a safe space and he could finally talk about all of his underlying feelings.

“It’s easier,” He started to say, playing with the rings on his fingers.

“What?” You asked.

“To be the bad guy. You never expect anything from them.” He said, thinking about how his “cousin” Nick who had it all and no one realized he was the bad guy all along.

You were going to say something but you wanted him to keep talking and he did. He told you about Nick, his love for his grandma, where his parents were, everything.

“I went to prison. He went to college.” He shook his head.

“You’re still a better man.” You told him truthfully.

“Nah, I ain’t trying to be better.” He said, pursing his lips. You knew what he meant. Rio was a reoccurring factor in Nick’s life. Someone to blame. He wasn’t trying to be better like he said, but he did want to be seen.

He turned to you and you could see the seriousness in his stare. “There are still things I can’t tell you about and I don’t want you to ask. If anything were to happen...” He said.

“It’s okay. I know.” You reassured him once more.

His eyes became softer and he reached to run his thumb across your cheek lovingly.

You smiled, happy that you finally got to feel his touch again.

“Can you pass me my towel?” You asked as it sat next to him. He grabbed it and handed it to you but instead of taking it you, you pulled his arm until he fell into the tub with you.

“Y/N!” He couldn’t help but laugh at how soaking wet his clothes were.

You watched the water rush over the tub onto the floor but you didn’t care. “I missed your laugh.” You said, watching him maneuver to sit across from you.

“Shut up.” He said jokingly as he splashed you. He looked down at your chest, noticing there was no longer any bubbles covering you.

“Come here.” He said and you could see the familiar look in his eyes. You moved closer to his end of the tub until you were close enough.

He let his hand rest on your neck as he guided your head to his.

He glanced at your lips first, remembering how much he missed their softness on his skin. He knew he didn’t want this to be just another memory. He wanted to be able to feel you every day.

He finally kissed you. His demeanor was so cold on the outside but you loved that just for you, he could show you how much he was capable of loving. Capable of feeling.

He shifted your legs so you could be straddling him and pulled away from your lips so he could see your entirety.

You felt yourself getting wetter, the way his hands slowly felt your body.

Your collarbones, your breasts, your waist, until they reached your inner thighs.

You let out a soft moan once you finally felt his finger on your clit. He took his time, rubbing small circles before he finally entered a finger in you.

You squirmed a bit when he curled it upwards to enhance the pleasure. You grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“I want you in me.” You whispered close to his ear. Bathtub sex would be a first for you but you wouldn’t want to experience it with anyone different.

He didn’t waste any time unbuttoning his soaked pants and pulling himself out.

Your entrance lined up perfectly with him and he helped you rest comfortably on top with both of you sharing a moan.

He took his time moving in and out of you. You both had your fair share of fucking but this time he made love to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close.

You never felt so loved. He peppered kisses from your neck to your chest, guiding your hips into him and loving the sounds it made you make.

“I’m never letting you go, mama.”

[calumxkisses]

Us | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: Michael and Crystal take you and Calum along to visit their wedding hall and it's the perfect location for a dance full of love.

a/n: am i obsessed with the idea of dancing with Calum? yes. let me know if you liked it. i'm still not really good at writing fluff imagines but i'm learning and i'll hopefully do better in the future.

you should read this imagine while listening to: us

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“So, this is the wedding hall?” Calum asks as he enters looking around the room. The structure is huge, there is still a lot to do but some decorations have already been fixed.

“Yeah, there are a few things we would like to change but it’s pretty much gonna be like this.” Michael responds, walking inside the room and looking around.

“It's lovely, guys. It's like being in a fairy tale.” You whisper while looking around the room. Your fingers are barely intertwined with Calum's as you look at the room, admiring the ceiling and the windows overlooking the sea.

You turn to Crystal and notice a tear running down her face as she admires the room. A smile forms on your face as you see your best friend so happy, her dream is coming true and you couldn't feel more proud of her.

This marriage has overcome the strangest obstacles, the biggest certainly was having to be postponed due to a pandemic, but their love has never stopped in front of these, it has grown more and more and to be able to be among the witnesses of their love is among the things you are most grateful for.

The room is very large, has an oval shape and is surrounded by windows overlooking the sea. Some tables have already been set up and embellished, they are also circular in shape and have floral decorations in the center. The tablecloth is embroidered in lace, it is pearl white but the different colored decorations, which accompany the flowers in the center, make the table look wonderful and original, recalling Crystal's passion for plants.

The chairs that surround them, simple but still elegant, have ribbons that decorate them. They’re gold and white, yet their simple design makes them look gorgeous.

“We are going to talk to the wedding planner to fix some things, in the meantime you can stay here and see if there is something else that we should change.” Crystal's voice grabs your attention, as she approaches Michael and takes his hand in hers. The wedding planner is at the entrance, smilingly waits for the couple and, for a moment, you think that there can’t be a more beautiful job than being able to make the dreams of couples come true.

“Calum, can you check that the stereo is working? They told me they fixed it but I haven't been able to check it yet, you'd be doing me a big favor.” Michael asks as he leaves the room grinning and not leaving time to Calum to reply.

“Gotcha.” Your boyfriend replies, shaking his head in amusement and smiling.

As Calum approaches the speakers, you take another moment to admire the room.

Looking up, your breath locks in your chest as Crystal's gorgeous decorations leave you in awe. The ceiling, which was previously simply white and wooden, is decorated with strips of tulle hanging like waves, giving life to a sense of peace and softness. The stripes extend all over the ceiling, giving the impression of being in the middle of the clouds.

In addition to the tulle, in a delicate way, some threads of small lights descend from the ceiling, romantically illuminating the room and creating an intimate and unobtrusive atmosphere.

A small elegant chandelier hangs in the center of the room, it is gold and its light is not as strong as someone might think, it is ideal to keep the room more illuminated in the most important moments, but its presence is more scenic than functional.

Some leaves and some flowers come down intertwined along the edges of the windows, hiding the window frame and making the atmosphere of the room even more simple and elegant.

The main theme is certainly white and gold, but Crystal and Michael made sure to add a few more hints of color as well, in order to make the room less monotonous and more fairytale.

The light inside the room disappears, leaving only the small lights that descend from the ceiling on. You open your mouth to ask what happened, but the words do not come out as your gaze rests on the sea outside the room, calm as in the best days, while a wonderful sunset is reflecting on the clear water. The sky is painted orange and pink, some clouds are scattered in the sky and you no longer have any doubts on why your friends have chosen this location.

There is a sense of peace in the air and you feel like you are in a different world, in a world of calm and joy, while the land where you have lived in these difficult months seems a distant memory.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Calum whispers in your ear as his hands rest on your hips from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and looking outside.

“If it's a dream, please don't wake me up.” You whisper, closing your eyes and letting the sea air coming in through the window on your left, caress your face.

“I could never do that, you are too beautiful when you sleep.” You can see him smile as he whispers those words and, as every time he smiles, you smile too. There is something contagious about his joyful expressions, they warm your heart and you can't help but share them with him.

“Does the stereo system work?” You ask after a few minutes of silence, turning around to face him and leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

“Do you want to try it with me?” he asks with a smile, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and pressing a couple of buttons on the screen.

“What do you mean?” A confused expression forms on your face. The long lilac summer dress moves with every blow of the wind but the summer temperature makes sure that you don't feel cold.

Calum puts the phone back in his pocket and, after a few seconds, the first notes of your favorite love song can be heard throughout the room.

While you smile, your boyfriend clears his throat and, reaching out his hand, asks you: “May I have this dance?”

Your cheeks turn red and the muscles of your face stretch into an even bigger smile as you nod and grab his hand. Calum walks you to the center of the room and holds your hips, bringing you closer to him.

And, as the first words of one of the most beautiful love songs echo in the room, you rest your head on his chest and close your eyes as your feet move to the sweet rhythm of the music.

Sometimes I'm beaten

Sometimes I'm broken

'Cause sometimes this is nothing but smoke

Is there a secret?

Is there a code?

Can we make it better?

'Cause I'm losing hope

Calum had never loved dancing, at least not this much. His footsteps were limited to a few twirls and jumps on stage or some weird movement on the dance floor, when the alcohol level in his body was way too high to be ashamed of anything he was doing. He had always seen dancing as something that did not belong to him, an activity that stressed him more than it should, and he had never imagined that he could love it so much.

But after you arrived in his life, one of the moments he loves the most is to dance with you, at two in the morning, in the kitchen, to the notes of any love song you are obsessed with in that moment, in the peace of the silence and of the sleepless night, while Duke looks at you confused and waits for the right moment to come ask for cuddles.

The way you let him hold you, the way you let yourself be vulnerable in front of him, away from judging eyes, and the way he feels like protecting you, in the darkness of the room, makes him feel a sense of calm that he hasn' t felt for a long time before your presence in his life.

And even if he was the universe's worst dancer and the whole world was watching him, he’d still dance with you.

Tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how could I believe in something

I believe in us

Calum squeezes your hand tightly as, observing you with eyes full of love, he spins you in front of him. The sunlight lights up your face and the man in front of you is sure he has never seen anything more beautiful. You look like a Greek goddess, the kind you hear in stories and in history books, the goddesses who saved the bravest soldiers and helped them in the toughest feats.

This is how he feels, ever since he saw in you a friend - and then a girlfriend - more than an enemy, he saw his little world in fractions being put back into place, with delicacy and love, and he is ready to sacrifice his most important assets to always have you on his side.

The sun is slowly setting, making room for the moon and all its stars. Yet, with him holding you tight, it seems to you that the world has stopped.

After the wreckage

After the dust

I still hear the howling, I still feel the rush

Over the riots, above all the noise

Through all the worry, I still hear your voice

Calum would be able to describe every single moment he walked into the dark and you led his way out with your light. Whenever he had writer's block, whenever anxiety kept him from getting through his day, whenever his thoughts got too dark and the demons took over, you were there.

Your delicate hands caressing his face or the sweet melody of your voice whispering comforting words, Calum remembers every one of these moments, every single one.

When the world becomes too heavy and distressing, he knows that you will be by his side and that you will help him carry the heavy weight.

And when the insecurities make their way into him, you will always be ready to remind him that he deserves to be loved.

So, tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Tell me when the light goes out

That even in the dark we will find a way out

Tell me now 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Between dance steps, Calum lulls you slowly, the song continues to echo in your ears, and even your jaw relaxes. It’s so calming to not feel the weight of the world and the speed of time but to be able to enjoy this moment with a light heart and a head empty of all worries. In a society that runs fast and demands perfection from everything, having the opportunity to be able to stop and be left alone in love and peace is a luxury that cannot always be granted. Especially when your boyfriend is in an internationally famous band and you are trying to make your smaller, yet still of great value, dreams come true.

There is no worry about having to say the right words, having to wear the best clothes or just being yourself and praying to be accepted by millions of people who don't know you but who judge you as being part of your life.

‘She's not good enough for him’ or ‘He deserves someone more beautiful, with a perfect body, with a good mental health’ or even ‘She doesn't really love him, she does it for the money’ And there are also those gorgeous people he meets often, who work in some radio or who know mutual friends, and immediately those words written under your photos get inside you and make every certainty collapse.

You look at yourself into the mirror and you think they're right, that you're not perfect and that he really deserves one of those cover girls or someone who won't make him worry if you don't answer the phone. Insecurities that, however, under the sheets of a now familiar home, Calum makes you forget about.

And the words he whispers to you every day, the way he looks at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the world, the consideration he has of you, the notes he leaves on the table when he goes out or all those details that he pays attention to, they convince you that he doesn't care what size you are, the color of your skin or the negative thoughts that cross your mind, he loves you for your intelligence, for the kindness you carry in your heart and the delicacy with which you treat him, for the funny sound of your laugh and the way you make him feel in heaven, while reminding him to always keep his feet on the ground. And those comments, those ideas, disappear in the blink of an eye.

And now, like every time you’re with him, with your head on his chest and with his arms holding you, with the sea in the background and the lights that illuminate that corner of paradise that Crystal created, everything seems to be in the right place.

Used to be kids living just for kicks

In cinema seats, learning how to kiss

Running through streets that were painted gold

We never believed we'd grow up like this

Calum had never had good words to describe his love life. He had had love stories he was not proud of, toxic or in which he hadn't really felt strong feelings, and of the only good stories he had had, he didn’t like to tell about them because he was ashamed of how he had lived them. He believed that he hadn’t committed enough or that he hadn’t loved in the right ways.

So, he had decided not to try anymore, to put aside that desire to want to create something with someone and the more the people around him fell in love with and the more he thought about the effort he should have made, and all that stress made him forget the meaning to love. He didn’t want to meet anyone anymore, his life was good as it was.

And when you showed up awkwardly, in ruined makeup and wet clothes, Calum had thought of a thousand reasons why he didn't want to deal with you. Who shows up at an event dressed like this? What kind of girls does Crystal meet? And the way you talked about how your umbrella broke halfway and how you were about to be hit by a car didn't interest him. Calum just wanted to eat at that restaurant, pulled there by his best friends after a day spent in the studio.

And when the party moved to a friend’s house, it only bothered him how carefully you made sure you didn't spill your drink as you moved between dancing bodies and wagging dogs. He couldn't stand how you talked about life to Ashton, the love you put into describing the people who were part of it.

And when he saw you a few weeks later, he hated the way you greeted him and the way you worried about how he was doing. All too cheesy, too filmy and unrealistic.

But then, without realizing it, between one hateful look and another, Calum listened with interest to the way you talked about your passions and hobbies, how you described the places you had visited and the cities you dreamed of seeing. He laughed at you dancing and smiled when you paid attention to what people were saying around you, mentally marking down all the information to make sure to always ask the right questions.

And he found himself wanting the same attention from you, to see the smile you gave to others, dedicated to him. And so his answers to you became less and less cold and he had become less good at hiding his sweet eyes from you.

And even though every cell of his body was asking otherwise, to not feel another broken heart, Calum had decided to kiss you in the backstage of the iHeartRadio 2018, while you were wearing his leather jacket and moving his hair from the front of his eyes.

And the rest is history.

So, tell me how to be in this world

Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt

Tell me how 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

Tell me when the light goes out

That even in the dark we will find a way out

Tell me now 'cause I believe in something

I believe in us

And like when Emily Bronte said ‘Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’, as in the case of your love, there isn't much to do. You cannot go against fate if two hearts are meant to spend the rest of eternity together.

There are no arguments, reasons or strong enough excuses to separate those who are connected by much more than just love. And that’s what makes you this close, that in the darkness of the world, in the hell of fear and anger, that strong feeling resists, and fighting together is always better than doing it alone.

It’s a strong love, ready to defeat everything that tries to divide it, ready to sacrifice the absolute good of one, in order to spend the rest of life in misery together.

Like the rebellious angels, who preferred an earthly love to the eternal glory of God, so you are bound to laugh and cry together, and there is nothing that can make you happier than that.

Calum turns you around one last time, whispering a compliment in your ear and making your laughter echo across the room. The sun has now set and the stars are taking its place, the lights that descend from the ceiling look like little fairies that got lost admiring your love and the room has taken the shape of a magical forest.

Your friends are at the door of the entrance, with eyes full of love they look at the two of you laughing together and their hearts melt to see you so in love and they can’t help but imagine themselves in your place, in a few weeks, ready to dance and share the same love that you and Calum are sharing.

Breaking the peace of that dream, with pride and a grin on his face, is Michael, clapping and laughing at the way your boyfriend is completely in love with you but also feeling happy to see him so positively changed. He takes a few steps toward you and you don't need to hear him speak to imagine the comments he's thinking, making you and Calum shake your heads smiling.

“Just so you know, I expect to see you dance like that at our wedding too.” Your best friend's sweet voice says as she points at you by moving her finger between you and your boyfriend.

You run toward Crystal, her pink hair is tied up in a low ponytail, with a few tufts running down her face. Her smile is big on her face, lighting up her joyful expression. You have a billion questions to ask her, most of them are about the choices they made for the final decorations and your heart is so full at thinking about your best friends getting married.

You’re too caught up in your happiness to notice Calum, just a dozen steps behind you, smiling to his bandmate while whispering: “I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Well, you know what to do.” Michael responds by nodding with his head and looking proudly at his best friend.

“Will you help me organize the proposal?”

--

[windblooms]

Hi!! Could you do headcanons of Diluc, Kayea, Childe and Zhongli with a s/o who is touch starved but is too shy to intimate physical affection please? Thank you!💙

decided to answer the two of these in the same ask since they have similar personalities for the reader, and they evolved into scenarios.  hopefully what i’ve written is all right!

edit: to the second anon, i’m sorry, i don’t know how people write more than 500 characters in asks. ㅠㅠ  is it maybe a submission . . . ?

childe:

as a very perceptive individual, childe would pick up on your hesitations relatively soon, however won’t say anything about them outright.  

while he may ask you if something’s wrong whenever you reach out, but self-consciously pull away, or when you’re on the verge of words but can’t bring yourself to speak, he won’t pry into your meekness. 

he knows that some people prefer to keep things to themselves or away from others – he’s a prime example of this himself.  so he doesn’t want to push you, but will continue to keep mental tabs on when you shrink away, or backtrack after you sound as if you’re going to ask him something.

if the trend continues for a while, he’ll eventually sit down to talk with you about it.  he’ll discuss with you patiently, not wanting to invade past things you might not want to share just yet, but he still tries to find the cause of your hesitancies so he can better understand you.

“there’s something bothering you, isn’t there?” he leans forward across the table, and rests his chin on his hand.  “you can tell me, you know.  i’ll try and help you with it.”

as you take your time to answer, he grows increasingly concerned, but still wears a poker face to not influence you as well.  across the table, he’ll slowly reach out his hand as a means of comfort, and clasp yours when you don’t pull away.

you begin to speak about your uncertainties, and childe listens intently.  ah, so that was it – now that you mention it, the two of you don’t hold hands much, or really touch each other.  he had assumed that’s how you preferred it, little to no physical touch.  but now that you’ve explained why you’ve concealed those wishes . . . 

“i’d be more than willing to hold you.”  childe’s words are soft, and he manages a small smile to encourage you.  as soon as your face flushes, though, he can tell that there’s something else you want to say.  so he pauses, expectant, but you still seem nervous.

he takes a gander and speaks.  “we can start off slow, if you want . . .  actually, anything you want, you can tell me.  you don’t have to worry about being embarrassed.”

from there, the two of you work out what you want.  you both agree to take it slow, since this will be a first for you; small touches against each other’s fingers as reassurance, and taps against his shoulder when you’re too nervous to outright ask for his attention.  he also has something of his own to suggest:

“there’s some custom that mondstadtians have,” childe ponders aloud suddenly.  “hm – something about tapping three times, meaning ‘i love you’?”

at his notion, you become bashful, and look down towards your lap.  you know where he’s going with this, and at your reaction, the snezhnayan chuckles, unfolding his hands from atop each other to squeeze yours in demonstration.

“one, two, three.  it’s just gonna be between us, all right?”

diluc:

diluc is arguably one of the most emotionally reserved characters in all of mondstadt.  sure, he’s got a sense of dry humor and wit whenever he feels snarky enough, but when it comes to personal sentiments?  he keeps them behind lock and key, with the exception of passive aggression.

if you’re self-conscious about asking for affection, such as when you’re about to reach out to tap at his hand yet pull back at the last instant, you find him looking at you expectatntly, his notorious half-lidded gaze fixated on you.  if there’s something you want, you’ll ask for it is his mentality, since he assumes that the two of you are both comfortable enough in your relationship to do so.  and relationships are built around trust.  so why are you hesitating?

that is to say, he doesn’t stare at you until you crack.  after a few seconds, he’ll look away, and resume whatever he was doing beforehand.  if it were anyone else, he’d most likely ask them verbally what they want, since there’s no use in prolonging the time, and he’s an impatient man. 

he makes a conscious effort to be more gentle with you.  he can’t quite tell if you appreciate it though especially in these scenarios, since you always chew at your lip and refrain from looking at him afterwards.

diluc will only allude to these instances.  he’ll ask “is there something you need?” or “is something the matter?”  he has no experience with physical affection of any sort, at least since his father all those years ago.  so he’d be quite lost with your circumstance; he doesn’t know at all what you want unless you make a verbal indication as to what it is. 

one day, in the privacy of his office, he senses your fingers just near his forearm.  diluc looks over in time to see you clasp his coat rather shakily, but your hold is there nonetheless.  much like usual, he’ll peer at you with a half-lidded gaze, although this time he addresses how skittish you appear. 

“something the matter?” he’ll say as per usual, but this time he isn’t vague; he’s referring to your sudden committance to reaching out as opposed to pulling away.

“ . . . just wanted to hold you.”  your confession is a mere whisper, but your boyfriend still hears it.  the two of you sit in silence for a bit, before he turns his body and puts his hand on the side of your head, pressing gently so that you lean flush against his arm. 

you’re speechless, however the circumstance doesn’t need words anymore.  content with you hugging his arm, and now understanding your wants, diluc continues to work as you drift asleep against him.  while there’s still a ways to go, as he’s sure that this isn’t the only desire you have, it’s surely a start.

kaeya:

the astute captain that he is, kaeya can hone into your desires with relative ease.

before you can retract your hand after reaching out, he’s already grasped it in his own.  you’re caught off-guard, not expecting his agility, but his grip isn’t firm or unpleasant; it’s gentle, as if he’s caring for glass.

he lowers his face so that the two of you are eye-level.  “no need to be shy.  it’s just us.”  kaeya’s reassurance is playful at first, until your contemplative silence queues him in on the severity of your timidness.

he’s concerned: is there something serious that’s bothering you?  he’d just assumed that you wanted to hold hands, or lean on each other.  for how long it takes you to speak, he’s thinking the worst: is a coworker bothering you?  are you ill with a fever?  kaeya’s eyebrows furrow, and he immediately speaks again.  “what’s wrong, precious?  tell me, please.”

looking up at him, you realize that he has the wrong impression.  tenderly enveloping your cheek with his hands, rubbing your skin with his thumbs, you sink into the affection – but he’s got the wrong idea.  

“i-it’s fine,” you begin, and he blinks rapidly.  “just . . . wanted to, uh,” you nudge further into his hands, and squeeze his arms gently, “ . . . touch you.”

ah.  your meekness makes sense now, although considering your personality, his initial guesses probably wouldn’t have been far off.  nevertheless, kaeya indulges you, even if you both continue the circumstance in silence.  it’s evident that you’ve been holding back this request for a while, and as much as he loves to tease and would like to in this moment, he doesn’t believe now is an appropriate time.

so, kaeya continues to stroke your face, soothing away your nerves.  his other hand clasps yours in your lap, giving you the time and affection you crave.  

he finds your vulnerability endearing, but there’s guilt on his conscience: why have you been nervous to approach him about this, and why did he not pick up on it sooner?  not that he expects you to come for him for everything – kaeya just theorizes that there must be some reason as to why you appear so touch-starved, and he’s thinking the worst about such a reason.

“feeling better?”  he inquires, still cradling your face, and he pulls you into a hug.  his warmth is reassuring to you – the security that you’ve longed for.  if this is what affection feels like, you’re not sure that you’d ever want to pull away.

“yeah.”  hesitantly, you lift your face from his chest, but your arms remain around his waist.  your boyfriend grins slightly, and ruffles your hair, pushing your bangs aside so he can kiss your forehead.

“tell me about it.  we can figure this out together.” 

zhongli:

about three weeks into your relationship is when zhongli receives questions from hu tao: “hey, you and y/n don’t touch each other at all.  i know you’re ‘professional’ and stuff, but jeez – not even hand-holding?  thought it’d get more exciting at this point.”

and while he initially thought of her remarks as rude – your relationship isn’t any of her business – it did prompt him to consider her words.

specifically, she’s right: while he’s generally busy at wangsheng, he strives to make time for you whenever possible.  and in that time, never once have either of you touched each other.  he’s never minded, since he’s admittedly gone without it for so long and is used to life without it – but it’s the modern age, and isn’t it customary for liyuens to . . . ?

so he takes it upon himself to ask you over dinner.  he’s made bamboo shoot soup for you tonight, and as you sit across the table from him, finishing the dish, he speaks so candidly it nearly makes you choke on your last bite.

“would you like to hold hands in the market tomorrow?”

“what?”

zhongli makes a strange face.  he knows you heard him, so why do you also look startled, and are averting your eyes?

he repeats himself nonetheless, and while you do answer him this time, it’s by mumbling under your breath.

“ – odd question,” is how you start, and your boyfriend folds his hands underneath his face, yet doesn’t rest his chin.  “um, sure.  yeah, sure . . . ”

you most definitely do not sound sure, but it’s in a way that further perplexes him.  you look . . . thrilled now?  he can see that you’re refraining from smiling – the corners of your mouth flutter – but why?  zhongli doesn’t recall saying anything that would be good news . . .

“is something the matter?” the archon supplies instead, to which you shake your head.  your hands are in your lap.

“ah, no.  what you said just came out of no where.”  an unconcealed smile from you now, and zhongli finds himself relaxing.  if you’re certain, that’s all he cares about.

he stands up, and prepares to take your dish to the kitchen.  before though, he makes sure to bring you up to your feet, and intertwines his fingers with yours.

“may i kiss you?”  he asks, suddenly, unexpectedly.  he sees you nod, the slight pressing of your lips together, and gives them a quick peck before retreating; zhongli can still taste the slight bamboo left over.

when the two of you draw away, there’s a noticeable flush on your cheeks.  once more, you seem giddy, however this time he doesn’t have to ask why.

“i’ve never done this before.”  there’s trepidation in your voice that causes his brows to furrow slightly.  “so . . . it’s all right if we start out slow, right?”

“of course,” zhongli doesn’t hesitate to respond.  you could mean so many things, and he isn’t sure which you’re referring to: initiating physicality with him, or maybe that you’ve never had a partner before . . . ?  but he doesn't dwell on that.  “your comfort is what matters.”

in the market the next day, zhongli finds comfort in the slight tugs on his coat sleeve from your fingers, and the smile that beams on your visage.

[rezzyromance]

What would happen if Heisenberg found reader’s diary?

What if said diary had a written confession of a crush/feelings?

I think he would be very giddy + cocky about it. He would tease reader making off handed comments with certain words she used in her diary to describe him until it clicked with her that he read it.

NSFW is not necessary but encouraged 🥴

Being greedy I’d like to see another prompt with the roles reversed - reader finds his diary.

Ps I love your writing 💕

Oh my god please this is so good.

NSFW +18 (CW: Sexual talk, but no actual sex. Nothing too specific.)

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back as your body relaxed, soaking in the hot water of a bath you made for yourself. The parts of the factory that you often roamed in were often cold, so it was nice to have a hot bath from time to time. As much as you were curious about the other parts of the factory, Karl made it clear to you that he didn't want you wandering around them. He wanted you to stick to the more "livable" parts of the factory like the bedroom, bathroom, and occasionally his office.

Your relationship with Karl was just a close friendship. You were someone who he felt like he could trust and you gave him company. While he only saw you as a good friend, you had regrettably grown feelings for him. Much more intimate feelings. Sleeping in his bedroom since there were no other bedrooms in the factory didn't help either. He didn't sleep often as he was too devoted to his work, but when he did it was often on the couch in his office. You felt bad practically stealing his bed from him, but his bed became a safe space for you as it still smelled like him.

After bathing yourself and relaxing a little bit longer, you pull the plug on the tub and begin to get out. Once you step out of the tub, you look around and realize something is missing. You forgot to grab a towel or clothes to change into. You groan and walk over to the bathroom door, opening it just enough for your voice to travel out of it more clearly. "KARL! KAAAARL!", you cry out for his attention. "WHAT?!", you hear his mumbled voice yell from his nearby office. "I FORGOT TO GRAB TOWELS AND CLOTHES FOR MY BATH. COULD YOU PLEASE GO GET ME SOME?", you ask. The air was dead silent, but you know he was groaning quietly to himself. "FINE!", he exits his office and you hear as he moves towards the bedroom. You then walk back over and sit in the now empty tub, patiently waiting for him.

He grumbled the entire way to the room. He hated being interrupted, but he knew if he didn't help now then you would just continue to beg. He goes into what used to be his bedroom and rummages around, looking for some clothes to get you. He tried not to think about how weird it was that he was digging through your belongings. He found a warm looking sweater that was on top of a chair. When he pulled it from the chair, something fell and hit his boot. He looked down to see a book. A diary. He chuckled slightly to himself when he realized you had a diary.

He reached down and picked it up, contemplating on whether or not he should put it back or snoop even further. He always did wonder why you stick around the factory. While the living area of it is safer than outside, it seemed like a depressing life to live, roaming only a few rooms in a large factory with little interaction. But still, you stuck around and seemed to almost enjoy it. He begins to open the diary, hoping to find some answers to his questions.

"Tonight is my first night spent in the Heisenberg factory. The factory itself is quite intimidating, but intriguing. To think that Karl built this army all by himself. He's so smart, I hope my presence doesn't drag down his success... and he's letting me sleep in his bed. He said he doesn't sleep much to begin with, but I feel a little bad like I'm intruding or something. Oh well."

He chuckles. The comment "He's so smart" slowly goes to his head, inflating his ego. He turns a couple more pages and continues to read.

"Today, I was bored and lonely. Karl usually says to not interrupt his work, but he was just in the office space. I thought maybe I wouldn't be too much of a distraction if I just popped in. What I didn't know was that before I entered, he had been recently doing some metal work in the hotter parts of the factory. The last thing I was expecting was to open to door and see him shirtless and sweaty. I couldn't move. He had this look in his eye that expressed his frustration, but it almost look animalistic.. like a predator viewing it's prey. I can't get the image out of my head, but I really don't mind."

He remembers that day. He was frustrated about you interrupting his work, but had no idea you were so flustered about him being shirtless. Animalistic? The words seem so sexual in a way. Could you be insinuating some sort of attraction? He flips through some more pages.

"While Karl does have powers to control metal, he still does his fair share of labor work. Today, he let me follow him around the factory while he worked because I told him how I was bored recently. I didn't think he'd actually let me join him. Could he possibly have grown some sort of attachment to me? It seems so out of the ordinary for him to agree to something like that. Maybe I'm just letting my hopes get the best of me. Either way, I couldn't help but notice the way he grunts when he's doing strenuous work. They made my mind wander. And I couldn't stop staring at his arms as he works. His muscles and veins bulge out of his strong arms whenever he handles something heavy. I just couldn't stop thinking about how sexy he looked. I hope he didn't notice."

He was shocked by the words, but a grin grew on his face as he processed them. He never realized how infatuated you were with him. The concept began to make him feel powerful. He continued to snoop.

"Last night, Karl made some sort of huge achievement in his inventions. I've never seen him so excited. He laughed so loud and it made my heart flutter to see him so happy. We celebrated by drinking. He doesn't usually drink, but he was just too happy and felt like celebrating. I drank enough to get tipsy. It was enough to fill me with almost enough confidence to make a move, but I never did. I couldn't sit still in my seat, though. He looked so relaxed in his chair as a cigar hung from his mouth. His eyes pierced through the smoke and I couldn't look away. He looked me up and down so much last night. What could have been on his mind? I wish I did something to show or tell him how I feel. I can admit to myself that I love him, but will I ever be able to admit it to him?"

The words caused him to freeze. "I love him." His brow furrowed as his feelings confused him. Why did these words make him feel so strange? He turned a page again.

"My mind is completely clouded with him. So many things I want him to do to me. I want him to make me beg. I want to feel his rough hands grip me all over. And I want to know what that scar on his lip feels like against mine. It's my favorite of his scars. His rough body has so many stories to tell and I want to be the one to hear them. I want to hear the way he grunts again. I want his powerful eyes to be fixed on me again. All I want is him."

His face is flushed and he noticed his pants slowly started to feel tighter. A new sense of power stroked his ego. A power over you that he never knew he had.

"KARL! WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY TOWELS AND CLOTHES! I'M GETTING COLD!", you shivered in the empty tub. What could have taken him so long? Your muffled complaints snapped him out of his nosey gaze. He quickly throws your diary onto the chair, unaware that he left it open, and gathers some clothes for you before rushing out. He grabs some towels on the way and opens the bathroom door slowly, sticking only his arm out with the towels in his hand.

"About damn time. I was worried you were gonna let me die in here." you make your way over to the door, reaching for the towels. As you reach, he suddenly raises his arm, causing the towels to no longer be in reaching distance. "Beg for them.", he says. You can't see his face, but you can tell that he has a grin stretching across it as he says this. You freeze. "What?" "I said beg for them. Go on." Your heart begins to pound in flustered confusion. "P-please...", your cold, naked, vulnerable body gets covered in goosebumps. "Louder.", he shakes the towel to taunt you. "Please!", you reach up and grab a small part of the towel. You hear him chuckle behind the door. He begins to pull on the towel, slowly pulling your body forward. You try to keep your feet on the ground and keep your balance. If he keeps pulling, you're bare body would be in his sight from the crack of the door. Why is he doing this? "Karl please! You're being a jackass!", you try to verbally assert your dominance but fail. "An animalistic jackass, perhaps?", his own words cause him to let out a cocky laugh.

It suddenly hit you. He knows how you view him and how you feel about him. He finally lets go of the towels and you wrap them around you, panicking over his new discovery of your feelings. There's only one way he learned all of this. Your diary.

You pull the door open and begin to run towards the bed room, your feet slapping against the cold ground. "Where ya goin' (Y/N)? You forgot your clothes.", he smiles and begins to walk in your direction. You make it into your room and rush over to where you normally keep your diary. You see it laying wide open. You cover your mouth as your face grows hot. His foot steps grow louder and closer until they stop as he stands in your door way. He pushes his sunglasses over his head, resting them on top so you can see into his eyes which you apparently loved so much. He whistled to get your attention and your head jolts in his direction. "Hm. What's that?", he points at your diary and fails to hide a grin. "You dick.", you mutter, embarrassed to all hell. "Yeah, but at least I'm a strong, sexy, animalistic dick. At least, according to you.", he laughs and throws your clothes in your direction, walking down the hallway to leave you alone for now. But, this definitely won't be the end of his teasing. (EDIT: I forgot to mention that I will be doing a similar story where the roles are reversed another time. Thank you anon for the amazing request.)

[notnctu]

POV | PART TWO

━ ❝ i’d love to see me from your point of view.❞

❀ lee donghyuck x fem!reader ❀ genre - slow burn, fluff! angst, (optional smut is marked with ****) ❀ details - best friends to lovers!au, college!au, ft. best friend mark, slice of life?, inspo by pov by ariana grande ❀ word count - 6.1k ❀ warnings - swearing, dangerous reckless behavior, fingering, penetration, public?sex?, unprotected, slight dirty talk ❀ synopsis - Donghyuck gradually falls in love with you, his best friend, through unprecedented intimate moments that reveal more than what meets the eye and a drunken shared kiss on your birthday makes him realize how hard he’s fallen for you. You’re oblivious to it all, trying to indulge and seek a one true love through bad tinder hookups or men you meet at the club, all to only end in self doubt that Donghyuck has to reconcile. And he always tells you what you need to hear, while also leaving out the part where he so badly wishes you can love yourself the way he loves you.

❀ a/n - make sure you read the first part as it’s a continuation! please please leave me feedback, i would really appreciate it :) this is going to be my last long fic for the time being! thanks for dealing with my spam for the past few weeks after months no of writings <3

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Donghyuck thought about that kiss every night since it happened, yet knowing you didn’t do the same. How unfortunate it was, when he panicked waking next to you in the morning and wondering if you were to confront him about it. However, there was nothing, no follow up. You didn’t remember it and he couldn’t tell if the sigh that left his mouth that morning was out of relief or despair. 

Regardless, that became his epiphany and the more his love for you grew, the more he wished to be around you for all his days. Donghyuck jumped at every text message, picking up the phone to see if it was you and noting the disappointment in his heart whenever it wasn’t. He found himself smiling whenever your name was brought up, fondly thinking of how you make his heart race. 

The moments that you were together, he swears on every universe that he’s the happiest he’s ever been. There’s something about you that makes him want to believe in love, and it’s not because of your unrealistic desires to find one. As selfish as he came to be, he wanted you all to himself and to be the sole reason behind your smiles.

“No Mark?” Asking as you hop into Donghyuck’s car, the clock on his dash reading the red digital numbers 2:12 A.M. 

“Why can’t we just hang out for once?” He whines, but hopes that it’s playful enough to where you can’t tell that he’s actually serious. Donghyuck hears your melodic chuckle and everything inside him rumbles with glee and satisfaction. 

He steals quick peeks over at you in the passenger seat, greedily taking in your appearance. “That’s not exactly how a throuple works, but I’ll let it pass. Mark never has time for us anyways.” 

There is something so intimate about the late nights; the outside world is dead in its sleep and vulnerable to chaos. The streets are completely empty and it truly feels as if it’s you two against the city. It brings no regulations, easy escapes, staying up all night to feel something the day can’t give you. 

You are the perfect person to spend them with. You’re the very definition of a good feeling, where he’s forgetting all his bad days and soaring through the heavens. The most accurate human form of excitement, the adrenaline and sweetest thrills that run throughout his body. 

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do…” As Donghyuck pulls into a gas station parking lot, the small convenient store is brightly lit with a blinding white sign that reads a popular chain establishment. 

Hyuck blinks at you curiously, head tilt and waiting for you to finish your sentence. Getting out of the car, you stand on your toes and rest your chin on the roof of his car to speak directly to him, “you know that big intersection over on 34th Boulevard?” He catches the mischievous twinkle that shines in your eyes and a grin so fearless fits your face perfectly.

He nods, spinning his car keys on his finger and walking up to the store. But he’s looking back at you with eyes that ask for you to proceed with him, and you’re running towards him with a sudden youthful energy and a jump in your step. 

Your hand latches onto his arm and his gaze drops momentarily to follow it, “I’ve always wanted to just run down the middle of it. To run down a busy traffic area when it’s empty, knowing that this would be the only opportunity to do it without getting run over.” 

“Is that what you’re suggesting we should do next?” Hyuck opens the fridge and grabs his favorite prepackaged ice cream cone. Your grip on his sleeve tightens, your dazzling eyes never leaving his.

He hands you a random popsicle and you take it mindlessly, your train of thought still trying to convince Hyuck to embark on achieving this new thrill of yours. “If you didn’t have anything else planned…”

“Am I some Fairy Godmother? Granting your wishes to come true?” Using sarcasm to hide his undying desire to scream yes! may be the best thing he’s learned to utilize. However, you don’t need to beg any more when a small smile curves at his lips. He’s more than convinced.

“Ah, a happy couple. You two look great together.” The rather talkative cashier compliments while he rings up the icey treats. 

Just before Hyuck can clarify, you’re pulling him closer by the arm and using your fake saccharine smile. “The best boyfriend ever!” His throat freezes, but he’s following your lead closely. Confusion wandering his thoughts, but heart swelling at your usage of the word boyfriend to reference him. 

The friendly stranger laughs wholeheartedly at your giddy act, completely falling for your overplayed nature of a lovey dovey girlfriend. “He always buys me what I want, like this ice cream. He knows it’s my favorite.” You blink innocently up at him, but he finally understands your malicious motive.

Shooting a glare at you, he complies silently and pulls out his card to pay for both of your treats. “Right. Anything my baby wants.” He says the pet name so easily that it shocks him a bit. 

“Hey, you’re a good man.” The clueless cashier smiles even wider and prints the receipt. With a simple gratitude, you both exit the store and you’re laughing the loudest form of mockery.

Jumping into the car, Hyuck is quick to roll his eyes. “He always buys me what I want.” He imitates your previous statement with a silly voice. “I can’t believe you robbed me.” 

The ridiculous scheme actually managed to work, leaving your stomach to hurt from the intense fit of giggles. “My baby? Where did you learn that?” You say between your spurts of laughter.

Heat rises up his neck, slightly embarrassed. “So what? Nicknames are cute.” He admits bashfully, while shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. 

Your chuckles die down and you’re leaning over the middle console to get a closer look of his expression. “Really? Didn’t think you were the type. You never used them with your exes.” 

“Around you.” A cringe runs down your spine when you witness Hyuck bite his ice cream, settling back in your seat with a grumble.

“Pet names in private.” Now, his palms grow a bit slick with perspiration. “That’s endearing.” Unwrapping your melting popsicle, you don’t probe him more about the subject. Instead, Hyuck turns up the stereo to drown out any more talk about romantic gestures.

After several rounds of finding street parking, Hyuck finally swerves into a spot situated just before the large six-way intersection. The traffic lights blink in view at the end of the street and in the darkness, there are no cars around. An unfamiliar scene, this place is nothing but a wide open road with five lanes that meet in the middle and lead to six different directions. The white painted lines that divide up the road are as chaotic as it looks during the day filled with traffic.

Nonetheless, you are right. There is no other chance to see it so dead, so empty, so free. 

And you’re already hopping out of the car that Hyuck breaks his daydream and hurries after you. Standing the middle of the road is a dangerous scheme, yet these are the thrill seeking moments that you crave too well. 

Extending your arm out and your palm facing the night sky, you grin enticingly at Hyuck to join you in the middle of the chaotic lines and the adrenaline picks up within him. He, too, matches your smile and lets every form of enthusiasm fuel him. 

“Race you to the end.” Hyuck begins bolting down the long runway, causing you to scoff in disbelief at his sudden challenge. 

The wind that takes flight against his body is crisp on his skin and driving his strands into a wild mess. Turning around, he sees that you’re quick on his tail. However, the one thing that catches his eye… the one thing that makes this moment another one of your most beautiful ones is the utter bliss and peace in your facial expression. 

Eyes are closed and arms are spread out as if you’re letting the wind carry you away. The air slips between the spaces of your fingers and the night is filled with nothing, but your gentle out of breath giggles. 

Donghyuck stops in his tracks right under the colorful traffic lights at your astonishing image. And if you are to open your eyes, you’ll see the marvelous image of your sun waiting for you in the middle of the largest intersection of the city with his mouth slightly agape and marked under a trance.

An exasperated sigh escapes as a puff of smoke and his heart works extra hard to pump oxygen in his veins. In his perspective, the excellent city skyline at the horizon remains your background and you’re running toward him with a breathless joy. Another splitting breathtaking image that will live in his mind for as long as he knows you.

So he throws caution to the wind and though it feels too good to be true, he loves his best friend more than anyone he’s ever come across.

By the end of your rendezvous, you two find a secret rooftop to fully enjoy your silent city. Standing side by side, you both lean with your elbows on the ledge. 

There is something so unspoken and intimate about this very moment, where existing in each other’s presences becomes wholly more comfortable than anything in the world. And this safety allows for vulnerable secrets to spill, for questions that your heart has always been afraid to ask to fall from your lips. 

But you’re not here with just anybody. Donghyuck probably knew what was already on your mind, he just needed you to speak them into existence.

“Hyuck, do you think I’m unlovable?” 

Perhaps, it’s the intimacy that allows for him to talk more confidently about how he views you. Heart over mind, he scoffs in disbelief. “Absolutely not. You’re the most lovable person I know! From your happy giggles to your overall easy going aura. We’re not perfect people, but you’re worth every glance and every praise. I wanted to be with you the very moment you made me laugh.” 

Donghyuck passionately rambles on about your attributes and everything you’ve allowed him to experience over the years of your friendship. While he’s always been there for you, you’re always by his side and making sure he’s living a memorable life. He thanks all his sweetest memories to you, that you are the most impactful person of his entire college experience.

“I came to college thinking I’d have my nose in textbooks all day long, but you fell into my life like an opportunity to escape. I love my nights trying to crush Mark on the leaderboards, but I’d give that up any day to run down a major intersection in the middle of the city with you.” 

With a playful soft chuckle, you say something that practically makes his heart stop and regret oversharing. “You know, from how you describe me… it almost sounds like you’re in love with me.”

“Maybe I am.” He bites the inside of his cheek, unsure what suddenly overcame him. His heartbeat pounds in his ears and he’s anticipating your response, trying every way to decipher the quizzical look on your face. Nevertheless, your hesitation causes him to panic and he intercepts before you can respond. “I meant that as your friend.” 

His heart drops into the pit of his stomach, gaze averting away from you. Lies. Lies. More fucking lies. He should’ve waited to see what you would’ve said. 

Nodding knowingly, you lightly place your hand over his. The warmth of your touch soothes his aching and disappointment. Why is he hurting from a simple look? “I know.” He can’t tell what’s worse, the fact that you truly believe he only loves you as a friend or that you saw right through him and are trying to let him save face. 

“Something happened the night of your birthday that I think I should tell you.” Hyuck sighs out all his frustrations. 

He pulls his hand from underneath yours, “you asked me to kiss you as a birthday favor.” There is no confidence to watch your reaction, his eyes remain focused on the dark city. 

Instead of a painstaking rejection, you laugh wholeheartedly and somehow, he feels much lighter. “And did you?”

“How could I say no to you on your birthday?” Peering over, your fingers softly graze your lips and a wandering look is present in your dazed stare.

“It’s not the first time we’ve kissed, Hyuck.” Smiling at him, Hyuck looks cluelessly at you and doesn’t recall another time. He would’ve remembered. 

“Guess who I stole that same request from?” Your eye lashes bat firmly at him and he gulps at your implied question. There was no way.

“Me? When?” This all causes him to rack his brain of lost files, something he must’ve missed.

Sighing, you bid him a kind smile. “Your birthday party a few months ago. Drunk out of your living mind, you pulled me privately into the kitchen and asked if I could kiss you as a birthday gift.” 

Fuck, no wonder why he couldn’t remember. He didn’t remember a single thing from that night. “It was right after my break up.” 

Nodding, you affirm his realization. “You told me that you felt so lonely, and somehow…. someway… I’ve always made you feel seen. Perhaps, you do the same for me and my drunk ass was bold enough to ask for a similar request.” 

But did you kiss him as if you loved him? With the same amount of love that he did the night of your birthday? 

Nonetheless, you shrug off the topic and move on from it all. “We should go, the sun comes up in a few.” 

Hyuck notes this odd detail. You’re not one to end the nights so abruptly, so it almost seemed as if you didn’t want to speak more about it. 

Perhaps, you did kiss him like you meant it but every fear in your body about loving your best friend stops you from admitting it all. 

Because you shouldn’t love your best friend, but something deep down has always wanted to.

How ridiculous he was to believe that you could ever possibly share the same feelings as him. How foolish he felt the moment you burst into his apartment announcing how you’ve finally found the one after another random Tinder date. 

It’s as the night on the rooftop a week ago didn’t even exist or mean anything to you. But that night ate him up alive, to the point where he sought out love counseling from Mark.

“Oh dude, this is serious.” Mark watches Hyuck pace the room, double around the floorplan with his head in his hands with utter frustration and confusion. You’re the only thing that’s been running through his mind the last few days. 

He grunts and rolls his eyes at how Mark’s face had fallen sullen. “I practically confessed everything I loved about her. It’s pretty serious.”

Mark stands and stops Hyuck by the shoulders, looking dead into his eyes. “I’ve liked her before too and would have done some dumb act to get her to like me back. I get it, Hyuck. So, what do you want to do?”

Donghyuck initially scoffs and tears away from his best friend’s intense stare, “of course you liked her too.” His voice fades out at the end of his sentence. “Mark, I like her so much it’s hard to look at anyone else. She’s…”

“Mesmerizing?” Mark finishes his sentence with a small proud grin on his lips. 

Hyuck couldn’t hold the ridiculous laugh that escapes at how smug Mark looks, but then a silence falls over him. He realizes how perfect that word is to describe you. You are every dazzling trance he’d fawn under. 

“It’s wrong, Mark. She’s our best friend, I can’t ruin us.” Hyuck slumps his shoulders forward and a pout extends. His eyes are wandering the ugly carpet but he’s thinking about every moment you’ve smiled. 

“How did this happen in the first place? I thought you never would’ve liked her…” Mark’s question has Hyuck raking his brain to find his epiphany. “It’s not about your ex, is it? y/n is way too good to be a rebound.” 

“No. This has nothing to do with my old relationships, I genuinely like her… so much.” Hyuck understands the implications in Mark’s sudden abrasive questions. Even it’s difficult for himself to say how it all started and so this has Donghyuck reflecting back on his entire friendship with you.

If only he had noticed your lively smiles sooner, a little earlier, it would have saved him all this time searching for someone who would last. You’ve lasted through every college relationship he’s had and that speaks louder than any confession. 

“I never liked her because I never thought I had a chance. Have you seen her? Our best friend who has 400 matches on Tinder.” Though he blames himself for realizing a little late that he loved you, it was always hard to compete with everyone else. 

“So, what changed then?” 

Hyuck leans against the door to Mark’s room and crosses his arms to contemplate. “Not that I have a chance now, but I can’t hold these feelings back anymore. I want to kiss her until we’re out of breath, to love without any conditions, to be the reason behind her every beautiful moment.” 

Mark raises a confused eyebrow, “but you are.”

“The only reason.” Hyuck speaks his truest desires and Mark coughs aggressively before composing himself. Right, he didn’t stutter one bit. 

So, Hyuck had planned to confess, all until you gave him the very reason he couldn’t. When you showed up unannounced with one of those wide grins that has your eyes shimmering with hope, he just knew something was wrong. All his love and future aspirations were replaced with sheer disappointment and envy.

“I’m falling hard for him.” You begin and your hands are clasped together so innocently. “He brought me to this overlook on a cliff and we just talked for ages. It felt so right and then, he asked to see me again!” Your eyes are completely wondrous and distracted, like the one thought in your mind blocked out everything else. Jumping happily, you’re squealing with excitement thinking about this new person in your life and there is no consideration of Hyuck’s silence.

“That’s… great.” He barely stutters to fill the air and to replace the sound of his heart breaking. He lost you before even getting the chance to even have you. 

“I know right!” You yell joyfully and though your smile is the biggest it's ever been, Hyuck refuses to see this moment as beautiful. He’s no longer looking at you objectively, his bias tainting it all and he sees it in an ugly light. As your best friend, he should be happy for you and rooting for you. He’s known more than anyone else that you have been waiting for someone like this your whole college experience.

However, he can’t feel a single good emotion as you ramble on about your alleged one true love.

“Did you need something?” He cuts you off, growing a bit irritated by your endless praise about a man who never wishes to meet.

Clearing your throat, you take Hyuck’s hand in both of your palms. With begging eyes, you say, “my sister is getting married this weekend and they invited you. 

His hold escapes yours as he walks toward his bedroom, “shouldn’t you invite your new man to your family events now.” It’s difficult for him to hide the bitterness in his voice, but you run up to him and grip his arm. 

“But they think I’m dating you, remember? Plus, my mom referred to you by name. She really likes you.” You snicker, clearly not understanding why Donghyuck seems to be rather distant at the moment.

His ears perk up at the compliment and though it’s a selfish thought, he feels content knowing that he was able to win over your family. So, his heart burns at how your hand slowly travels down to intertwine with his own and how your chin rests on his shoulder lightly. His head turns and he is met a few inches away from your tender lips. For a brief moment, he’s staring at them longer than he should. 

“Come on, Hyuck. Be mine for one more time.” Your whisper is gentle and soft, your breath tickling against his cheek. Despite everything, he loves how you make him feel. It’s always a mixture of happiness and safety. There are no fears with you because you’re absolutely fearless. He can’t imagine how he would’ve opened up without you around, that he puts every form of trust into you. 

So, every little thing that you do. every single passing look. every touch and every spoken word. He falls harder for you every time you simply see him, every time you bat your eyelashes at him. And this love that festers inside of him feels easy and genuine. Perhaps, you’ve been his one true love all along. He’s never felt remarkably seen, where every part is exposed and right at your fingertips. 

And you… have been so patiently waiting for just anyone to steal your heart. How can he let just anyone love you? 

“I’m yours for however long you want me to be.” He lightly ruffles the top of your hair before slightly shrugging you off, afraid that your hold will eventually have him saying other sweet implications. “But don’t expect me to enjoy it.” He smirks at your small chuckle, the roll in your eyes.

“At least pretend.” But he really doesn’t have to. He enjoys every moment being yours. 

When the day finally arrived, the grand wedding may have been another day that Hyuck will never forget how beautiful you looked. Prancing out in your bridesmaid dress, you run towards him through the large field of fake grass. He catches you when you jump into his arms, practically failing all over and tripping over the ends of your chiffon dress. He hits the ground, cushioning your fall. 

“Hey..” you grin down at him breathless, hand resting perfectly on his chest as it was the night of your 21st again.

Hyuck gulps and sends you a glare, “I should have dropped you.” 

“That would have been very chivalrous of you.” Sarcasm bites back at him as you push up and off of him. He’s quick on his feet and brushing off any dust from the bottom of your expensive dress, avoiding the long open slit that runs down to expose one leg.

“Donghyuck, you’re looking ravishing.” Your mother steps out, tall and prideful, but with the most delightful expression as she opens her arms to invite him into a hug. 

He leans into it, while cautiously making suspicious eye contact with you. You shrug back, also confused at why your mother has a sudden change in demeanor. “It’s been so long since the holidays.”

“It’s a pleasure to see you again.” He bids your mother a respectful smile when she pulls away, to which she absolutely fawns at and you’re tugging at his sleeve to drag him away.

“The pleasure is all mine. You make y/n a better person.” And there is no context that Hyuck understands this single phrase before he’s walking away from your force. Your mother waves a small sweet goodbye as she watches you two leave behind a cobblestone wall behind the large reception building.

It’s covered in long vines that grow up the old stones, a beautiful background for an outdoor wedding. “Rude.” He whispers when you finally stop pulling him away.

“She was starting to say odd things.” You laugh, quite nervously actually. Nonetheless, you shake out of your nerves and a beaming expression replaces your troubles. “So, guess what? I’m meeting my man afterwards.” Yet again, the curve of your lips at the thought of another rumbles his own yearning heart.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looks down while kicking at the loose pebbles on the ground. “Good for you.” grumbles Donghyuck mindlessly.

You don’t notice his low spirits again, you’re talking away about this man as if he’s all you’re consumed with nowadays. On and on, the same speech about how you’re practically ready to give it your all and how he fits someone unimaginable. Eventually, Donghyuck becomes fed up by how your eyes blink up to the sun with another reflection in them. “It’s like you forget who you are when you’re with someone new.” 

And you’re in mid-ramble when you hear his harsh comment that picks aggressively at your skin. It stings, “what?” You cross your arms defensively and raise an eyebrow at him. The tone in your voice is jarringly upset and he opened a can of worms that he isn’t ready for.

Donghyuck swears underneath his breath, looking away at the tall trees behind the small parking lot. “Forget it.” He mumbles, rather frustrated at himself for ticking you off.

“What are you implying?” 

“There is someone that actually makes you a better person rather than someone completely different.” He scoffs, his emotions fueling the worst of him. The words flow from his mouth full of anger and spitefulness. 

Your eyes narrow at him, crossing your arms defensively. “Like you can give me the love you think I deserve? This whole fake boyfriend gimmick has gone too much to your head.”

And his heart is bursting at the seams and all he can see is your angry expression, so he says something he never hopes to regret. Every impulse beats his rationality and in the heat of the moment, Donghyuck confesses, “if only you can see yourself from my point of view and all the emotions I feel when I look at you.” 

With a sharp intake of breath, you’re slightly shocked at his bold statement. You blink cluelessly at him, speechless and deciphering how to respond. The anger fades from the both of you, knowing that the connection you two possess is mutual. Somewhere deep down within you, a light switches on and you’re basking in your sun’s radiance in this moment. 

“Tell me about it.” Your curiosity brings much confusion, but he doesn’t wait a second of hesitation. 

“Happiness, you light up my nights in dark cars with your smile. Trust, there is no one else I’d run down a dangerous intersection with. Courage, being bold enough to dance in a crowded room like no one was watching. Love, when kissing you felt incomparable to anything else in the world. Vulnerability, looking at you and knowing everything about you.” 

Donghyuck takes a cautious step forward toward you. A whirl of thoughts and emotions overwhelmingly flood your heavy mind, but fear no longer holds you back from the one person you’ve always wished to love, harder than any person you’ve ever encountered. “Donghyuck.” 

He freezes at the call of his name, waiting patiently for your next words. “I want to love me the way that you love me... because nobody loves me like you do… even myself. So, I’d love to see me from your point of view.” 

Donghyuck releases the sigh that suffocates him and every firework lights up in his chest. His eyes wander across your canvas and absorb everything wondrous about your features. Even though you’re not entirely smiling, you’re puckering your lips cutely out of embarrassment. And he reassesses how pretty you simply look in your expensive formal chiffon dress and the bold color on your lips that has made you feel good before. 

He thinks aloud, the words leaving his mouth before they can be stopped. “This is your most beautiful moment.” 

When you’re looking up at him to meet his dreamy gaze, a new enthusiasm washes over your entire body. Looking rather inexplicably attractive in his suit, Hyuck stares at you as if you’re all he can see. So, you pull him into the only source of gratitude you can give. A kiss that gives every emotion back to him, one that resembles closely to the one he gave you on your birthday and the one you gave him for his. 

An emotional kiss that tells him more than he can see. He feels it on the tip of your tongue and every ounce of love that rushes over the both of you.

***********

Donghyuck’s wandering hands travel down your waist, over your hips, all until it reaches in between the slit of your dress. His hand instinctively grips at your naked thigh, the feeling of your raw skin driving him wild with impure thoughts. Your hands are quick on his tie, loosening it from around his collar and unbuttoning the first few as you’ve done once before.

“Can,-- Is it okay if--?” Hungry eyes search his face for confirmation, but you’re so lust driven that you’re a stuttering mess. “Do you want this?” 

“Yes.” Says Hyuck without any hesitation. Taking his hand, you’re quick to lead him inside to a more secluded part of the venue. The lavish private bathrooms are brightly lit and he lifts you on top of the marble counters.

“The reception starts in 20 minutes.” You moan as Hyuck kisses down your neck hastily, a hand up the slit of your dress to push your panties aside.

“We’ll make it quick then. I’ll show you love another day.” His knuckle lightly grazes against your erect clit and your grip on his shoulder tightens. Whimpers fall from your lips as your hips mindlessly grind into his hand. “Never took you the type to be so loud.” Hyuck raises an eyebrow and tilts his head mockingly at you.

“This isn’t even close to how loud I can get.” Your statement causes him to swallow hard. Being your best friend, he has kept a rather clear mind from any sexual attraction toward you. He had to know he loved you in order to even see you in that way. 

Gathering your slick, he rubs your clit with two fingers before dipping them into your hole. You lean back into the mirror and prop your feet on the counter to spread open for Hyuck to see. “You let all these idiots fuck your pretty pussy? They don’t deserve you, as a person or a potential partner.” He fingers you deeper and with flicking motions, he hits your sweet spot and causes you to jolt.

“Please, just fuck me. I’ve always wondered how good you’d feel.” His eyes twinkle at your bashful confession, but understands your lustful desires even for your own best friend.

“You think about fucking me?” He asks abruptly, taking his fingers out to suck your juices clean from them. A coined flattered smirk appears on his lips as he unbuckles his belt.

You’re averting eye contact, “well no, maybe just once. I get horny when I’m drunk sometimes.” You admit and he’s rushing to take himself out of his restrictive dress pants. His dick hits the air and he adjusts closer to your dripping core.

And he enters, slowly and slowly inching in so you can adhere to his size. You bite back every yell of pleasure and grip the ends of his dress shirt. Hyuck fills you up deliciously, and you two are connected through bodies beyond any way before. He leans in to give you a sloppy, yet passionate kiss before dragging out his hips and pushing them back in.

There is no guilt, no pain, no sorrows. Knowing Hyuck, he fucks you in the same way he wishes to love you. His hips drive into you passionately and quickly. The time crunch being something that causes him great distraction, but his heart is swelling simply feeling your warmth wrap around him so well.

“My baby is so tight.” Pet names in private. A small grin appears on your face at the sound of the sweet nickname and you pull him closer by tugging his shirt.

“Harder, Hyuck. Don’t hold back anymore.” Moan after moan, Hyuck relentlessly drills into you. His arm is hooked underneath your left thigh to keep it up, and your head keeps banging against the mirror.

Your eyes roll back when his thumb rubs circles on your aching clit. The mixture of both pleasures stimulate you until the build up tension in your stomach begins to reach its peak.

“Cum, I know you fucking want to.” He grunts, keeping the same rhythm that pushes you over your edge. Your walls squeeze around him tightly as your legs shake sporadically from your release. You’re smart to cover your mouth, knowing that the bathroom will only echo your erotic sounds. Your chest rises and falls from the momentum and adrenaline that Hyuck helped you reach, breathlessly trying to calm your heart rate down.

After a few more harsh bumps, he pulls out and motions you forward. Jumping off of the counter, you kneel on the ground and suck his tip lightly. Your swirls are enough for him to empty into your mouth, his hot streams of salty liquid hitting the back of your throat. He looks down at you and your wide eyed expression with his cock in your mouth drives him overboard. 

And you swallow, getting up to lightly plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. A lip stain being worn proudly for just a moment. 

“You amaze me.” Hyuck whispers, holding you against his flushed body and fast paced heart beat. 

“Hurry out you two!” A voice startles the both of you with a knock on the door and you two are quick to readjust yourselves. He hopes to love you a little longer next time, without any interruptions.

***********

After the glorious and excruciating long wedding, you’re walking Hyuck to his car in the small parking lot. During the rest of the night, he held your hand the whole way through and the love that he looked at you with was more than real. 

He talked with your distant relatives as if he’s always known them. Hyuck conducted the dinner table, always knowing what to say. There was no doubt in your head that seeing Donghyuck in the aftermath, he was always going to be someone who was going to make things better. 

The love you long searched for, the love that you had been too afraid to touch, intertwined itself so lovingly underneath the white table cloth. Donghyuck is the one and it took needing to see him a bit more to realize. A little more acceptance from the both of you had to be the final straw.

Donghyuck sheepishly scratches the back of his neck when you reach his car, unsure where the path of your friendship will diverge to next. “Have fun on your date then…” His voice trails off, kicking the rocks at his feet again.

There goes your melodic laughter that soothe his aching heart and the familiar gentle grip on his fingertips. You lift his chin up, the both of you seeing each other clearly now.

From his perspective, you’re absolutely dazzling in the low light and butterflies swirl in the pit of his stomach. He can look at you forever, until months turn into years. He can love you until you two grow old. You’re his fearless, beautiful, inexplicably marvelous best friend. And he patiently waits for the day you’ll let him finally be yours.

From your perspective, Donghyuck shines even when the night overtakes the sky and possibly, the warmth in your heart bubbles across your chest. You can stay with him forever, until months turn into years. You can trust him like it’s you two against the world. He is your silly, charming, timidly benevolent best friend. And you’re slowly falling and hoping for the day you get to be his. 

“I’m not going to see him anymore. He’s not the one.” Hyuck blinks at you, full of confusion and shock.

“But you sounded so happy.” His voice gets lost in the stillness of the intimate atmosphere. 

“No, Hyuck. You make me happy and I’ll say it again for you to hear me. Nobody loves me like you do.” Reaching up, your hand caresses his cheek and he falls into your palm lovingly. His heart runs a mile, reaching the greatest high he’s ever going to feel. He hopes his eyes don’t deceive him, but the utter perfection on your face makes him feel whole.

You wish that Hyuck can teach you to love yourself the way that he loves you. 

“Take me home?” 

“How could I ever say no?”

thank you for being patient with me! its finally done and i will be going on a writing hiatus for a bit. housemating and ridin club will come out sometime soon, but i really need to step away from writing for a bit. please understand, thank you for reading :) 

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Insecurities - Hwiyoung

A/N: Okay, so I’m hoping this is what you had in mind, I actually had fun writing this, cause it ended up super soft! and it’s rare that I write soft smut like this, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Nudism, explicit languages, mention of fingering, mention of oral, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), slow and soft sex (literal making love), he cums on reader’s tummy, if you squint you’ll see aftercare.

W/C: 2K

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the  age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Sweat coated his skin and yours, his hair stuck to his forehead as he lifts his head from between your legs, you moan as you caught sight of his glistening lips covered with your arousal, he smirks as he saw you peeking at him from underneath your arm, you had your face covered, and only peeked at him while he was eating you out or fingering you or having sex with you, to say you felt insecure in those moments was an understatement, you were insecure, and you felt vulnerable to him, to his eyes and to his touch during these intimate moments, he never said anything, but it did bother him, he had started to feel like you didn’t want to see him during those intimate moments, he quickly notices you covering your eyes and that you were no longer peeking at him, a frown slowly replaces his smirk, and he moves to sit on his knees, his hands touch your thigh, his fingers gently caressing the skin.

“Y/n, baby, can you look at me please?” He asks, you move your arm slightly, a faint smile forms o his lips. “I mean fully, can you please lift your arm?” You freeze at his words, he saw your body visibly freeze. “Baby, why do you cover your face like that?” His tone gentle as he asks, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and nibble on it, you’ve never told him how insecure you felt or how exposed you felt to him, to have his eyes on your body, watching your every move, to have his hands touch you in ways so loving and gentle, sometimes a little less gentle. “Is there something wrong?” He licks his lips and brings his hand that wasn’t covered with your arousal to his hair, pushing it back. “Am I doing something you don’t like? Your arm twitches as you want to move it away.

“It’s not you,” You mumble, he barely caught your words, although they didn’t make him feel any better. “It’s me,” He was about to let out a sigh, until you continued your sentence; “I’m insecure, I feel insecure,” Relief washes over him, relief that it wasn’t something he was doing, yet it also felt like it was his fault for not reassuring you, letting you know how beautiful you looked and that you didn’t need to be insecure.

“Baby, why do you feel insecure?” He asks. “Does it feel like too much?” You slowly nod your head, he reaches up and takes your hand— the one covering your eyes— in his, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Should we move slower?” You lift your arm away from your face, his hand moves with yours.

“No, no, I love doing this, I do, it’s just… it feels so intimate, doesn’t it feel too intimate?” You ask, you see him smile wider.

“It’s supposed to be, moments like this is shared by two people that love each other, slow and sensual,” He says. “The eye contact, heavy breathing, moaning,” You nod your head. “And admiring the beauty in each other,” You think it over, he watches as your nose scrunches up. “Baby, can I hold your hands while I make love to you?” Your breath gets caught in your throat, which meant you wouldn’t be able to hide your face, and he would be looking directly at you, into your eyes.

“I…” You begin to say, you wanted to, but you were afraid that he would regret it if he saw your jaw slack, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, you didn’t think it looked attractive to him, but he has been craving to see that. “Slow… go slow,” He nods his head.

“I’ll go slow, and then tell me if you want me to stop or let your hands go, okay?” He says, you nod your head. “I want to hear you vocally consent to it.”

“Okay, I… okay, I will,” You say, he smiles and presses your hand down against the bed, his other hand wraps around his cock, you swallow as you watch the movements, your cheeks heating up, and you look up at the ceiling, he smiles seeing you all flustered.

“I think I understand it more now,” He says. “We’ll ease into everything, I’ll ease you into everything,” You softly smile and nod your head, maybe you should have told him about it earlier, but now he was being so sweet and gentle about it, you gasp as you feel his cock slip past your soaked folds, he presses the head of his cock against your clit, your insides knot together at that, you feel him slide lower until his cock slipped into you, he releases himself and leans over you, gabbing your other hand and pinning it to the bed also, he lowers his head to look at you, you squeeze your eyes shut, to just because he was staring into your eyes, but at the feeling of being filled and stretched by him, he dips his head lower and kisses you, capturing your moans into his mouth, you squeeze his hands as you feel every inch of him slowly filling you, he stops halfway, giving you a second to adjust before pushing further into you, filling you completely, he pulls away from the kiss and lays his forehead against yours, he kept his eyes closed as he took a moment to feel your warm wet walls pulsing around him.

“Wrap your legs around me,” He mutters, you lift your legs and wrap them around his waist, a breathy moan escapes from your lips as you feel his cock shift inside you, you feel him lift his hips and his cock slides out from you before pushing back inside and repeating the movement, he lowers his head to the crook of your neck and breathes against your skin. “Baby, try and open your eyes,” You swallow and open your eyes halfway, looking up at the ceiling, it felt strange seeing his hair and not your arm in front of your eyes, but it made your insides flip in pleasure, it felt even more intimate now that you weren’t covering your face.

“Hmm,” You moan. “Hmm, it feels different, oh,” He smiles and softly kisses your neck, your jaw slacks, and you move your head to the side, giving more space to your neck.

“A Good different?” He asks.

“Hmm, yes, oh,” You moan, you were becoming more vocal than you’ve ever been, letting him know just how good it felt, and he absolutely loved hearing that, the sinful sounds of your wetness squelching around reached your ears, your skin felt on fire and the room temperature had risen, your skin felt clammy from the sweat. “Oh… Kyun… gosh…” His lips were soft and gentle on your skin, just kisses the same spot over and over, your toes curl in pleasure. “I… I want to…” He could feel you squeeze his hands harder, your walls clench around him. “To see your face,” His lips pause on your skin.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Hmm, I want to look at you, please…” You say, he lifts his head and looks down at you, you slowly turn your head back to him, your eyes settling o his, you clench around him, hard, a groan leaves his lips, you watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down from it and lift your head, your lips touch it, and you kiss it, he lets out a grunt, and you almost recoil as you feel it vibrate against your lips. “Hmm, gosh, that… oh,” You press your lips back against it, feeling more confident now.

“Suck on it, baby,” He urges you, you didn’t think twice about his words, and started sucking on his Adam’s apple. “Hmm, that feels good, shit,” His voice sounded rough as he spoke, making you squeeze around his cock, your muscles contract as your high was approaching, you lower your head, releasing his Adam’s apple from your mouth, you look at his face, and saw his eyes were closed in pleasure, you whimper and squeeze his hands.

“I was missing out, oh, gosh, oh,” You moan, you feel him lower his hips against yours, moaning as you feel his cock reaching deeper.

“I’m going to let go of your hand now,” He says, his eyes open to look at you, you nod your head. “Don’t move it, or I’ll pin them both above your head.”

“I’ll try not to,” You breathe out, he releases your hand and reaches between you as he lifted his hips, you gasp and take your bottom lip between your teeth, his finger touches your clit, and he begins rubbing the sensitive nub, breathy gasps fall from your lips, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “Oh, oh, like that, shit, Kyun…” The tension inside you was growing tighter and tighter, his cock twitches inside you as he felt your walls squeezing around him, his mid was starting to spin, and his finger started rubbing your clit faster. “Kyun, Kyun, oh, oh, shit, oh, I’m gonna…” He lets out a groan, he could feel just how close you were. “Youngkyun!” Stars appear behind your eyelids and your mid was suddenly thrown into the clouds, your back arches into him and the tension inside you snaps, and you release around his cock. “Kyun!” With each thrust you could feel it spilling out of you and onto the bed, his mind spins as he feels you milk his cock for a release, he lets out a low groan, his thrusts becoming uneven, his groans and grunts were getting louder, the head of his cock throbbed before he lowers his head down to the crook of your neck, his breath felt hot as you were coming down from your high.

“I’m close, shit,” He grunts, he slips his cock out from you, his hand on your clit disappears, and it wraps around his cock, he moans as he feels it covered with your release, you open your eyes and look down, seeing him rapidly pump his cock, he releases your hand and sits onto his knees, you unwrap your legs from around him and bend your knees, placing your feet on the mattress, he tilts his head back in bliss, his eyes squeezing shut, you could feel yourself clench around nothing, your release dripping from you and leaking onto the bed, your breath gets caught in your throat, you’ve never watched him release on your stomach— it was something you’ve spoken about, you weren’t ready for him to release inside you yet, and he understood and respected that, asking if he should have a towel on the bed or if he could come on any part of your body, and you had agreed on your tummy— you watch him bite his bottom lip before he lets out a low groan.

You gasp loudly as you feel his hot ropes of cum hit your stomach, your back arches as you feel it slide over your tummy, you watch it splatter everywhere on you and onto the bed, you would definitely need to change the sheets, you whine as you feel it cooling off on your skin, his hand slows down as the last drop of his cum spills from him, you blink for the first time since you opened your eyes to watch him, your breathing was hard and almost in sync with his, he lifts his head and open his eyes to look down at you, his eyes move over your tummy that was glistering with his release before stopping on your face.

“That… what did you think?” He asks, his tone rough as he spoke.

“I… that, different, a good different,” You breathe out.

“How are you feeling after that?” He asks, you smile up at him, you were feeling better after experiencing it without covering your eyes.

“Will you hold my hands each time?” You ask, you see him smile, he leans over you, pressing his hands into the mattress for support.

“I will, for however long you want me to hold them,” He says, leaning lower and kissing you softly.

[lovetenya]

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬.

pairings: class 1-a boys x gender neutral reader

warnings: none other than swearing, otherwise just softness.

author’s note: this came to me because i’m feeling shitty and want a little love. when i say sleeping, i literally just mean sleeping. please don’t be gross, it’s against school rules.

according to the UA student handbook, sleeping anywhere other than your assigned room is strictly off-limits. especially if that place is the dorm room of another student that you have your eyes on. however, there’s something about your boyfriend’s twin sized bed, with blankets that smell like him, that’s just so comfortable.

maybe it’s the way that a twin sized bed fits two only if you’re completely wrapped up in each other, violating any laws of personal space. your legs tangle with his, and your face fits in the crook of his neck because it has to so that you don’t fall off.

or maybe it’s how sharing a twin bed encapsulates young love, so much love held in such a small place, begging for more room to spread and flourish. it’s all so intimate, so loving, so vulnerable. and honestly, there’s nobody else you’d rather be that person with, lying underneath his covers and waking with puffy eyes.

enjoy your night, and have sweet dreams as you doze off with...

tenya iida:

if you somehow convinced him to allow this, you've already won in my mind.

i mean, first of all, you’re sleeping with tenya iida. second of all, you get to be held in those big, strong arms.....................

you’re pretty lucky to catch him on a day where he’s feeling generous (or lonely) enough to let you break the rules and come to his room to cuddle, only to eventually fall asleep

i think he would sleep on his side, and hold you close so you’re chest to chest.

he’d hold the back of your head in one hand and place the other on your lower back

whatever you prefer, he will do

if you hog the blanket, he lets you, because he can't sleep with his legs under the blanket anyway! you can have his share of it and keep him warm, too

mashirao ojiro:

SOOOOOO CUDDLY!!

not at all hard to convince him to let you sleep in his room (or to get him to come to yours) bc he misses you a lot when you’re not around :(

you’re his comfort and he’s very shy (even around you)

you’d have to be the little spoon bc his tail can’t be squished and needs room to be free (it moves involuntarily sometimes, and he’d hate to accidentally whack you with it!)(he might cry)

HE’S a blanket hog and he knows it so he keeps an extra one for you

he also has stuffed animals on his bed that koda got for him hehe

denki kaminari:

he’d ask you to come to his room to help him study, but he ends up needing a lot more help than either of you expected, so you end up staying much later

he’s very cuddly but he’s also very energetic so it takes a while for him to calm down enough to actually lay down and sleep

you’d get tired before he did, and have to ask him to come lay down once he finishes that last problem

he finally does, and he tosses and turns a little before he gets comfy and finally relaxes into your arms

he holds you like a koala bear (even if you’re shorter than him, he loves clinging onto someone and feeling them)

or he sleeps like a starfish and drools everywhere. i can’t tell which one.

or he also likes being the little spoon cuz it’s cozy!!!

eijirou kirishima:

alexa, play love of my life by queen.

kiri doesn’t need any convincing to get his ass over to your room and would beg you to come to his whenever he felt lonely or like he needed a cuddle buddy

your phone pings with several texts from eijirou <3

eijirou <3: can you come over???

⤷ y/n: it’s a school night, ei.

eijirou <3: just for ten minutes???

⤷ y/n: it’s not because i don’t wanna, it’s cuz i can’t. if aizawa catches me, i’ll be in deep shit, and i do NOT (!!!) feel like cleaning with bakugo again

eijirou <3: bakugo isn’t that bad. come on!!!

eijirou <3: please?

⤷ y/n: [Read 10:37 PM]

eijirou <3: babe... i’m shivering.......

eijirou <3: i think shoto did something to me... i’m so cold..... please help

⤷ y/n: what’s wrong? do you need me to get recovery girl? or aizawa?

eijirou <3: no. i need YOU TO COME AND CUDDLE ME BEFORE I DIE FROM A LACK OF LOVE <///3 so much pain... no cuddles...

eventually, you cave and go to his room to cuddle, but not without cursing yourself for submitting to his relentlessness in capturing your full attention

he would lay directly on top of you while trying not to crush you, but has no shame in how content he is while snuggled into your neck and smushing you under the blanket

he would pepper your face in kisses and do even more once you tell him how gross his morning breath is <3!!!

mezo shoji:

he would be so sweet and so soft with you because he’s used to people being afraid of him for his looks and doesn’t want to scare you away :(

even getting him to remove his mask was hard at first, but once he trusts you and knows you don’t think he’s hideous, the curtain falls and he’s just such a love bug

he’s gonna lay down on his back and have you lay on his chest so he can hold you, and you’ll wake up just like that, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath

& when he wakes up with you in his (many) arms? he’s never been happier.

hanta sero:

sero... sabes cómo guapo eres?

i love that everyone thinks he’s latino that’s so cute to me

anyway, i think that sero would lay his head on your chest. he’d have his arms wrapped around your torso and his head on your chest and he’d just snuggle right in.

you could pet his hair and he’d love that so much, humming contently until you eventually put him to sleep completely

you’d be more likely to be convincing him that he can’t stay in your room tonight rather than convincing him to come over, this man never leaves your room and will sprint there if you even send him a “:(“ text

he’s fine with blankets, cuz he doesn’t really get cold and he has more than one and he’ll just pull another over the two of you if you ever need it!

shoto todoroki:

i know that what i’m about to write is basic but i literally could not possibly care less. shoto is cute and we all know it so i’m gonna indulge what you already know and add my own too

also if you’re anti-shoto please unfollow me <3 i won’t miss you, stupid bastard!

shoto is touch starved in all the worst ways, and often flinches away from contact without meaning to, only to apologize for his behavior (even if he can’t control it)

he needs soothing, calming touches to remind him that he’s loved and that you care about him for who he is, not who he will be.

and also to remind him that he isn’t hideous because of his scar. he’s still quite beautiful, actually.

although he loves his dorm room and how calm it is, sometimes it reminds him too much of home and he needs a break from it.

when he needs to escape, he’ll send a simple text saying, “can i come to your room?” he won’t play games or pretend like he’s fine when he isn’t.

he just wants you, and to be comforted by you.

he’s your personal space heater or air conditioner, so whatever extreme your body decides to run on, he’ll regulate you.

he likes the comfort of a weighted blanket and loves sharing blankets even more. that level of trust and intimacy—that neither of you are going anywhere—is so comforting to shoto

he’ll never want to let you go

katsuki bakugo:

this sleepover is BYOB. (bring your own blanket.)

he’s the biggest blanket hog, and will wrap his entire body in the blanket and not leave a single shred of it for you. you could be shivering, and he’d tell you to shut up and go to sleep bc you both have class tomorrow.

EVEN THOUGH HE MADE YOU COME OVER!!??!

he won’t admit that he was lonely and wanted attention, but the way he hold you tightly lets you know how he really feels

or if he had a nightmare, he’d call you and ask if he could come to your room to cool off before falling sleep all wrapped up with you.

and he would buy a huge blanket to go over your two individual blankets so that you’re comfortable but still sharing and close to each other <3

be prepared to sleep early and wake up early too, cuz he goes to sleep by 9 and isn’t interested in funny business. he gets up for his pre-workout run by 5, and can’t really be quiet about it cuz he needs to eat before he goes. he’s sorry for waking you, but only a little.

if you’re a talker, and like to babble about your dreams of the future before falling asleep, he’ll listen for a little bit before losing his patience and saying, “no more talking, just cuddle me and go to sleep already.”

izuku midoriya:

baby love <3!!!

he’s less likely to ask you to come over as he is to dutifully race to your room to comfort you

no matter what’s planned for tomorrow or how late it is

and he’s not scared to get caught, he really doesn’t mind cleaning duty if it means he was there to be the for you when you needed him

he’s so sweet and outwardly loving, i think he’d either lay directly on top of you or lay by your side and tangle all his limbs with yours

so many kisses on knuckles and on faded (or recent) scars (you are so loved)

his blanket is big and cozy enough for the two of you and you wake up warm underneath it, still snuggled up to izuku <3

⤷ back to my masterlist.

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Just A Natural Fact

Request: hii I was wondering if I could request a marauders sirius black x reader where sirius black, the reckless & loud marauder, has a soft spot for the kind & responsible reader. sirius' duality is thus teased by sirius' best friends until they too get to know her throughout the school years; amidst the slow-burn flirting & maturity, the rest of the marauders realize the the two of them balance each other perfectly & they too appreciate the reader's character & love for sirius. thx if you can! ♡ - @thisismiku​

A/N: Title - Paula Abdul - Opposites Attract. Thank you so much for sending in this request, I truly hope you like it and that I’ve done it justice. And I hope you don't mind but I’ve combined with my prompt for @dreamer821​ ‘s writing challenge. Congratulations, JJ - you deserve all 500 followers and more! The prompt I used is in bold! I’m feeling a little insecure about this fic if I’m being honest, I’m worried that it isn't the best that it could be so I’m so sorry if it isn't! Nevertheless, I do hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, immaturity, slow burn flirting/romance, sneaking out, fluff, bit of angst (but not a lot), use of she/her pronouns

Word count: 3.9k

First year:

It was hard not to miss the way Sirius Black climbed the stairs in the Great Hall to be sorted into his house.

It was hard not to miss the silence from his relatives at the Slytherin table when instead of Salazar’s house, he was sorted to into Godric’s.

Your sorting is over relatively quickly. Sorted into Gryffindor, you make your way to the table, sitting yourself next to the now silent Sirius Black. He picks at the food on his plate, not focused on the rest of the sorting until three boys he must recognise from the train, all sit with him.

“Are you okay?” You whisper. Glancing to your right, you see him nod once before plastering a smile across his young face, greeting the boys now sat with you.

They spend their first meal at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry laughing and joking as if they’re old friends catching up. You spend your first meal at the school silently worried for the boy next to you; wondering about the reaction from his parents.

From the sound of his laughter so close to your ear, it seemed that he was to make himself known to the house and your year group.

Sirius Black was very much your opposite in more ways than one. It would be a miracle if a friendship was formed.

Second year:

You begin to notice a pattern with Sirius Orion Black. He had made himself known already for being the class clown and prankster; acting aloof and reckless in the halls. He and his tight-knit group of friends had their targets for their pranks.

His personality was amped up to the maximum whenever he received a letter over breakfast. It didn’t happen often; once a month and you knew that it was from his parents. For a moment after reading, he would watch the table in silence, taking in the words that were no doubt written to hurt.

Then his head would snap up; a wide grin forming, and you knew that the following week would be full of mayhem and the screams of students on the unfortunate end of their pranks.

Second Year continues much the same as the first. You’re determined to do well in your exams; you stick to your timetable and ensure that you’re ahead on assignments. You’ve settled into your friendship group well, though they would admit that they often worry how much time you spend in the library.

However, it has helped, by the end of Second Year, you’re tutoring others in Potions and Charms. It all goes on your transcripts, but you’re happy to help in any way you can.

But despite all of that, you wonder if you could help the young, long-haired Marauder.

Third year:

Third Year begins much the same as your Second. You settle back into your academic routine after taking the summer off to enjoy the sun and relax with your family and friends where every so often, your thoughts drifted to long-haired boy who garnered attention as if it was going out of fashion.

A change in seating plan has you sat next to Sirius Black in History of Magic. Professor Binns changes the seating plan at the beginning of every year to keep with school policy, but he never truly enforces them so it’s odd that Sirius chooses to remain in his spot next to you.

You try not to think too much of it; focusing on the work each lesson, quill scratching away at your parchment as you note down facts on the Goblin Rebellions of the seventeenth century.

Sirius focuses for a while as well; making the odd note here and there until a wad of paper hits his face. Thrown by his friend James Potter, no doubt, as you hear his laughter from across the room. Sirius loses all focus then; instead, throwing the ball of paper between his hands for a minute before launching it back across the classroom.

It continues like that for most of the lesson, until the ball of paper is caught by Remus Lupin who smacks James on the shoulder. Remus doesn’t say anything, he rolls his eyes at James’ hurt expression before returning to his work.

A quiet voice interrupts your watching of the scene, “I hope we didn’t distract you.”

You respond just as quietly, “You didn’t.”

He smiles, “Good. I’d hate to pull you from your notes.”

From there, Sirius spoke to you more often. Greeting you in the Great Hall every morning, grabbing your attention in class. The Marauders would chuckle at him; not understanding his sudden need to be around you.

Every morning in the Great Hall, Sirius would receive a swift elbow to the ribs from James who would nod towards the entrance where you would linger for a moment before walking to your seat at the table. “You can relax now, Sirius. (Y/N) is here.”

Sirius’ head would snap up at the mention of your name. He smiles at you as you take your seat among your friends. One of your friends nudges your side, pointing down to where Sirius sits, whispering something in your ear. You roll your eyes at her before waving to Sirius.

A slow friendship begins to emerge; he’d seek you out in the library, sitting with you quietly as you studied. You would search him out in every class you shared, catching his eye with a smile which he returned toothily.

The friendship was new; you were still getting to know each other. The time you spent together was filled with whispered conversation about childhoods and hobbies. He’d sit and listen to your stories with a smile on his face; happy to get to know you inside out. There was something so inherently good about you – he felt drawn to your nature.

Remus approaches Sirius in the Gryffindor common room one evening. He couldn’t understand why Sirius had sought you out to be friends. You were both so different; Sirius was hurtling down the route of becoming the school’s bad boy – all leather jackets and smoking by the Black Lake. You were the epitome of kindness walking down the straight path of good grades and heading towards being appointed Head Girl.

Remus sits next to Sirius on the couch, saying, “(Y/N) is a good person, Sirius; she’s kind and responsible.”

“I know that. What are you saying Moony?” Sirius asks, an eyebrow raised.

“I just want you to be careful.”

“I’m not going to hurt, (Y/N), Remus. I want to be her friend.”

“I can’t help but be concerned. You’re so different, Padfoot. You see that right?”

“I do, but that’s why we’re going to work.”

Fourth year:

From the beginning of fourth year, your friendship with the Marauders began in earnest. Your social groups blended into one, and you didn’t feel as intimated by them all as you once did. They weren’t as wary as they once were; they weren’t as worried as they once voiced to Sirius. You spent more and more time with Sirius; your kindness had earned you his trust and his walls slowly began to crumble. There was something so open about your face and so kind in your touch that he couldn’t help but fall under your spell.

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A hand on your shoulder drags you from your dream. Before you can scream, a hand covers your mouth and a familiar voice whispers, “Lumos.”

In the pale light from the wand, Sirius’ grey eyes meet yours. They’re red-rimmed, but he has a small smile on his face. He pulls his hand away from your mouth, whispering, “Come with me.”

You shake your head, replying just as quiet, “Sirius, it’s three in the morning.”

His shoulders shake with silent laughter, “Live a little, (Y/N).” He stands at the side of your bed, holding a hand out to you, “Come with me… please.”

And there is something so vulnerable in his expression that you take his hand, grabbing your jumper and pushing your feet into your slippers.

In the light of the common room, Sirius looks over your outfit, snickering at the sight of your bunny slippers. You glare at him, tapping your feet, “They’re my favourite slippers, Black. They’re called Norman and Leonard; I expect you to be respectful.”

Sirius covers his mouth with his free hand for his other one had not let you go yet. He stifles a laugh, “I’m sorry, I won’t laugh again. They’re very lovely.” His voice breaks on the last word, and you rip your hand from his.

“Sirius, I don’t sneak out, so if you woke me up to make fun of me then I’m going back to bed.”

“No, wait,” He reaches for your hand again; happiness flows through him when you let him take it, “Come with me please, I can’t sleep.”

“You promise not to make fun? I don’t do this, Sirius. I follow the rules for a reason.”

“I know but trust me on this.”

Sirius doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you through the portrait hole and through the school to the astronomy tower. You have to walk faster to keep up with his long strides but keep up you do.

He doesn’t let go of your hand upon arriving at the astronomy tower; neither does he let go of it once he sits on the cold, concrete floor, pulling you down to sit next to him.

The coldness of the floor seeps through your thin cotton pyjamas. You shiver from the feel of it. Sirius doesn’t miss this; he’s shrugging off his jacket before your teeth can start chattering.

“Here, take this.”

You’re enveloped in his jacket; the sleeves far too long for your arms to fit comfortably. You wrap it around yourself, enjoying the residual warmth left over from his body but also committing to memory the smell that is so distinctly him: leather, cinnamon, cloves and a hint of tobacco.

You knock your foot against his leg, “What’s the matter?”

“What makes you think something is the matter?”

“It’s not like you to drag me out of bed so late into the night so something must be the matter.”

Sirius smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “Like I said earlier, you need to live a little.”

You huff, rolling your eyes, “There’s nothing wrong with being responsible, Sirius.”

“No, you’re right.” He mutters, eyes focused on a spot far away in the distance.

Sirius falls into silence; his mind further away than his body. He breaks the silence a moment later, “I got another letter from my parents.”

You take Sirius’ hand in your own, “Oh, Sirius…”

“They’re being themselves – comparing me to Regulus as if I don’t already know he’s the better son. He’s a Slytherin, for Merlin’s sake.”

“It’s a shame.”

“What is?”

“That your parents never took the time to know you.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because they would see what a wonderful man you’re turning out to be.”

Sirius rests his head on top of yours, “Thank you,” he whispers, voice choked with emotion.

There were moments in your friendship with Sirius that he took your breath away with the sheer scale at which he was able to feel things. In times like this when he spoke about his family, his brother, and his fears, you’re shocked at the implicit trust he holds you in. You would never break this trust; you couldn’t, it’d go against every cell in your body to do so.

So many wonder how the friendship works; so many wonder how two people as opposite as you are could be so close friends. They don’t see moments like this where Sirius breaks down his walls and lets you in. They don’t see the moment where your kindness and fierce loyalty to your friends comes shining out of you as you listen to his words and wipe away his tears if needed.

They don’t need to see it. It’s for you and Sirius to experience with your hand in his and his head resting on yours.

In the morning, he’s calmer and he’s breathing easier than he was last night. He’s grateful to have you by his side; you calm him down – you help find sense in all the mess of his emotions. You remain patient as he stutters out his problems and you listen to each and every word. You’re kindness’ incarnate, he swears.

He drops a kiss to the top of your head before sitting next to you at the breakfast table. Sirius doesn’t miss the puzzled and amused looks from the rest of the Marauders; he shakes his head at them as he piles food onto his plate. They’re his closest friends in the world, and they tease him relentlessly for how he’s latched himself onto you, but he couldn’t be less bothered. They don’t need to understand the friendship, but he’s grateful that they accept you without too much question.

Fifth Year:

As fifth year begins, and the pressure from OWLs begins to mount, you start spending more and more time in the library. You study for everything; going over topics you’re confident on whilst also revising the topics you aren’t certain on whatsoever.

You revise a lot with Remus, him being a calming presence when studying as he explains subjects in such a way where the panic leeches from your body and you feel you finally have a grip on it. He’s a natural born teacher. 

Sirius joins you some of the time, but his confidence over the exams has you panicking more. So he would meet you in the common room after, pulling you to one side to quash any remaining fears that your studying had not resolved.

He would finish his speech with a kiss on your cheek or your forehead that had your body heating from the touch.

It was a physical friendship; it always had been. Neither you or Sirius were afraid to show your affection through a kiss on the cheek or a hug.

But lately those touches started to linger. His lips would rest on your cheek a second longer than they used to, and his arms would hold you that little bit tighter as if afraid of the minute where he would have to let you go.

Your own feelings had changed; you had given your heart to the long-haired Marauder without even realising it. Your eyes lingered on him longer, noticing things you hadn’t before – such as the way he always had a leather band wrapped around his wrist, to ties his hair up should he need to, or the way that his nose scrunched up before he started to laugh in earnest. Your heart stuttered in its beats whenever he laughed. Your heart was his to break should he wish.

You didn’t know that Sirius was feeling the same. He thinks he fell in love with that night in Fourth Year in the astronomy tower, but he didn’t realise it until half way through Fifth Year when you caught his eye across a classroom and smiled at him so widely that it knocked the very breath from him. He’d given you his heart and he didn’t even know he had.

There was something simmering under the surface of the both of you. It had the flirting becoming more and more noticeable to your friends and the Marauders. It had teachers wondering if you’d finally gotten your act together and confessed.

Your friendship with Sirius was on the verge of becoming something more. It was if you were both performing a balancing act. Each holding onto the other’s hand, teetering on the thin wire, wondering which way you’re destined to fall.

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“You’ve got six down wrong,” Sirius murmurs over your shoulder; mouth close to your ear.

You huff, reading over the crossword clue again, “I’m absolutely positive that it’s right.”

Sirius’ finger points to the clue, “It isn’t Plantagenet.”

You turn from where you lean against his side. Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “How do you know so much about muggle royalty and history?”

He taps the side of his head, “I just do, love.”

You snort, smiling, “I don’t believe you for a minute.”

Sirius shrugs with a chuckle, “Don’t. Let your crossword be wrong.”

You frown, looking back down at the crossword, thinking over the clue. It takes a minute before it clicks. You shove at his shoulder, “Sirius! The answer isn’t wrong!”

He laughs at the angry expression on your face. “Sirius, you’re such an arse.”

You make to move away from him; to sit further down the couch from him but he grabs your hand as you start to shift, pulling you back against him. You glare at him, but the glare soon melts at the happiness reflected in his grey eyes. You stare at each for a moment, unaware of the rest of the common room. The only thing you’re focused on is him and his grey, grey eyes.

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James, Remus, and Peter watch the scene unfold in front of them. You shove at Sirius’ shoulder with a shout, but Sirius grabs your hand, pulling you further into his side. You both look at each other; staring into each other’s eyes as if there isn’t an audience watching.

The trio watch the scene unfold, and they each have the same thought: they’re perfect for each other, and they’re blind to it.

Sixth year:

On a Monday morning halfway through Sixth Year, Remus, James and Peter sit next to Sirius in the Great Hall with the intention of getting him to figuratively pull his head out of his arse.

“When are you telling (Y/N) that you’re in love with her?” Remus greets; always blunt when needed.

Sirius chokes on his drink.

“It’s pretty obvious, mate.” James states to Sirius’ dismay.

“Do you think she knows?” He asks.

James shakes his head, “No, she doesn’t. Are you going to tell her though?”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Not possible.” James states as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“Yeah, we watch you together all the time. (Y/N) looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky for her or something. It’s intense to watch, honestly.” Remus says.

Sirius frowns, “I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“Sirius,” James sighs, “I don’t think you could even if you tried. We’ve all watched you for the last month or so and if we didn’t think you were perfect for each other before, we do now.”

“Yeah?” Sirius asks, so much vulnerability in that one word.

All three nod. Remus pats his shoulder, “Go talk to (Y/N).”

Sirius leaves his friends in the Great Hall, making his way through the rush of students desperate to get to their first lesson of the day. He knows he’ll find you in the common room; having the first lesson every Monday off as a free.

You’re sat on one of the many red leather couches that decorate the Gryffindor common room, pages of parchment in your hands as you read over your revision notes for your advanced classes. Sirius sits next to you on the couch; you immediately change your position to make room for him on the couch.

“I didn’t expect this,” You greet.

Sirius grins, “I missed you at breakfast, what can I say?”

You laugh, “You’re a flatterer, Black.”

In the quiet of the common room, you find your peace with Sirius. His very presence calming your mind but sending your heartbeat racing with a single look from the corner of his eye. You had become used to the way he affects you; how a smile can leave you breathless and a wink can leave your skin overheated.

“I can’t keep lying to you anymore, (Y/N).” Sirius states all of a sudden, voice breaking the silence.

“When have you lied to me, Sirius?” You ask, worry evident in your voice.

“Every day since fifth year.”

Your hand drops into your lap, “What?”

“With every touch, every kiss on the cheek. I lied through it all. I didn’t want friendship. I wanted more.”

“What do you mean, Sirius?”

“I’m in love with you. This isn’t a childish crush; I know I’m in love with you. Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break.” He says; eyes blazing, hands on either side of your face, tilting it up to look at him.

“It has only ever been yours,” Sirius repeats.

Your hands cover his as you reply, “Just as mine has only ever been yours.”

He gasps; lips parting as he stares down at you. “Do you mean it?”

You nod, “It has been for a while.”

You gaze into each other’s eyes, letting the euphoria of your confessions wash over you both. One of Sirius’ hands leaves your face to settle on your waist, pulling you that little bit closer to him. The silence is deafening; it’s charged with a heady electricity.

Sirius breaks it with a whispered question, “Can I kiss you?”

Your nod is the only answer before his lips envelop yours. He controls the kiss, throwing all emotion into it. He’s felt this way for so long and he’s finally getting to hold you in his arms with the passion he’s felt for so long. You smile into the kiss, and it almost drives him to the brink of madness with the way you’re responding to him.

You pull away breathless. Sirius peppers kisses all over your face – on your cheeks, on your nose, on your forehead. Wherever he can reach, he kisses because he’s so damned happy right now.

Sirius holds tightly to him, staring into your eyes. “I’ll love you until my very last breath, and even after. If there’s another life after this one, I’ll love you there as well.”

Tears line your eyes at the beauty of his words; at the fact that they’re being said to you. You sniffle, saying, “Sirius Black: a romantic who’d have thought?”

“I pour my heart to you; I kiss you and you make jokes? I see how it is, I’ve been a bad influence on you.”

“Poor baby,” You coo, beaming up at him.

“I am. I’m hurt and I think you should kiss it better.” He says, grinning wickedly.

“Anything to heal,” You quip, smirking.

Sirius pulls you back in for a bruising kiss; taking control the moment your lips touched. He pushes you further into the couch; his body weight feeling perfect on top of you. Your hands tangle in his hair, eliciting a low groan from the back of his throat at the slight pull of your hands.

For so long you had wanted this man. For so long you had yearned for this man who was so distinctly your opposite in every way. It shouldn’t work, but as his lips travel to your jawline, you realise that it does.

It works perfectly.

Seventh year:

From the outside, they’re a pair you wouldn’t necessarily put together. Sirius is loud, and he’s brash and sometimes he doesn’t think before he speaks, but around you – he quietens, as if the constant noise in his brain finally settles and he can think straight. You’re quiet, kind and responsible – always there to help people, but Sirius brings out a side of you that enjoys a little recklessness, even if that is sneaking out to watch the stars or to view the castle at night or to make out in one of the lesser travelled corridors.

You balance the other. You help him keep control of his emotions; he helps you come out of your shell a bit more.

Those outside the relationship don’t need to understand it; all they need to see is two ridiculously happy people, each with a depth-defying love for the other - and that’s a natural fact.

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[ff-imagines]

Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He… would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.