#just a boy who wants to be cuddled with them | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

sincerelyriize · 2 days ago

Text

cotton candy | p.wb

“so we just have sex to solve all our problems”

💿now playing: cotton candy by yungblud

❯ summary: Your boyfriend, Wonbin, is so fucking stubborn that he never knows when, how or why he should apologise. Good thing he’s good at hot, sweaty make-up sex though.

❯ pairings: wonbin x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship, angst, smut

❯ words: 1.3k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, swearing, make-up sex, pretty arguing for like a second, wonbin is insufferably stubborn, mention of marking, unprotected sex, lowkey a toxic dynamic oops

an: this fic has absolutely nothing to do with cotton candy, or the song really lol, i was just inspired by this one lyric.

Park Wonbin is stubborn—but not as stubborn as you.

He never thought he’d meet someone who could rival him in that department, let alone end up dating them. It’s a mess, really. Maybe even toxic. Because while he loves every single part of you, when the two of you argue, it’s like fire meeting fire.

It gets nasty. Personal. Downright vicious. Honestly, your friends can’t figure out how you’ve lasted this long—especially since neither of you ever wants to be the first to back down. Apologising? Yeah, no.

Wonbin doesn’t apologise.

But this time, he really should.

It started the same, always does, over something petty like the dishes, or jealousy or when he works long hours and forgets to schedule you in but always seems to have time for the boys. That last one was oddly specific because it’s the exact reason you’ve been screaming at each other in his apartment for the past twenty minutes.

You’d jabbed at his chest with your finger and he’d swatted it away. The fury in his eyes lit aflame, and you weren’t sure you saw an end in sight.

But then he said it.

“If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

That was the end. Because stubborn might as well have been your middle name, and you were ready to make good on his threat—if only his apartment wasn’t so far from yours.

“Fine, I’ll be gone first thing in the morning.”

“Fine,” he spat.

Without another word, you turned on your heel and stormed off to the bedroom, your footsteps heavy with anger. You didn’t bother slamming the door—too cliché—but the sharp click of it shutting was enough to drive your point home.

You busied yourself with grabbing whatever you’d brought over—a spare set of clothes, your charger, a few toiletries—but the more you moved around the room, the more frustrated you became. Your hands shook as you stuffed items into your bag, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from yelling.

Yelling would give him too much satisfaction, and satisfaction was the last thing you wanted to give him right now.

You throw yourself onto the bed, glaring up at the ceiling. The covers feel cold, they always do when he’s not there to cuddle you asleep, not that you’d want that right now, you’d technically just broken up—maybe—ugh, you don’t know. He’s too complicated to work out.

Instead, you curl up on your side, the pillow barely softening the tension in your neck. And sleep doesn’t come easily—your mind replays every word, every jab, and that final, infuriating sentence: “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

Asshole.

Hours pass, the silence of the apartment punctuated only by the occasional creak of the floorboards and the low hum of the city outside. Your phone screen glares at you from the nightstand, but you ignore it. You weren’t about to scroll through social media for comfort—not tonight.

The doorknob turns with a faint click, and the door opens just enough for him to slip inside. The soft rustle of his clothes and the weight of his footsteps tell you exactly who it is.

You don’t move. Don’t look. Just stay still, pretending to be asleep.

And then the bed dips—but it’s not like you can be mad—this is his house, his room, his bed.

Just…why did he have to be so goddamn stubborn? You’re not going to apologise. You’ve done nothing wrong.

And like you said, Wonbin doesn’t apologise either.

Well…not verbally, at least.

Because within minutes, the shift in the mattress goes from tentative to deliberate. His hand slides across your waist, pulling you flush against him, and before you can even protest, he’s pressing into you—pinning you to the bed, his actions saying everything his pride won’t.

Because when Wonbin knows he’s wrong, he’s bad with words. Instead his body moves against yours, wordlessly pleading for forgiveness the only way he knows how—telling you he regrets what he did.

This is the exact reason he doesn’t apologise. Why should he when he can just fuck you silly and make up?

It’s always from the back after you fight, and you’ve come to understand that it’s because Wonbin doesn’t want to look into your eyes and see any lingering hurt. He's not supposed to be the one that hurts you, he hates it actually.

His hands wrap around your wrists, smashing your palms against the mattress as his slender frame rubs against your back, allowing you to feel every inch of his hot, sweat-soaked skin as he thrusts.

His face finds his favourite place, buried in your nape, because there’s something so possessive about it; and he needs to mark it because he doesn’t want you to leave. He might have said it, yes, but he didn’t mean it. You have to know he didn't mean it.

Your nails dig into the sheets as he licks and sucks, leaving his signature purple love bites across your flesh. You practically mewel into the pillow you’re chewing on when he dips between your shoulder blades and marks there too.

He’s really drilling it home, and you can feel all of the passion and love he has for you poured into his fucking, but it’s almost not enough.

It’s too easy. He’s too easy to forgive considering he hasn’t muttered the word ‘sorry’ since you met him.

But as you turn around to try and even attempt to reprimand him, one look at the crimson tint on his pale complexion and the heavy lidded haze on his eyes has you clenching around his cock. And then the fucker had to go and whimper, the sound so faint and vunberable it was impossible to be mad at him.

“Binnie—” you moan, arching your back to give him a better angle, pushing yourself into his fervent rutting.

Your head rolls against your shoulders, tilting back, needing a better look of him. His unruly black hair damp and sticking to his own face, his lip chewed from biting down. He nuzzles close to your cheek, panting and grunting in your ear and it becomes your undoing.

“Baby, kiss me…” you plead with him for just a little taste, your lips parted, jaw hanging slack and your eyes dazed.

You can’t believe you’re the one begging him right now.

Instead of answering you, Wonbin only grunts and nests his face into your neck, where he kisses and sucks and nibbles on your pulse point as his hips slap against your ass in rapid, needy thrust. He keeps uttering your name, whining it in between his ragged breaths, squeezing both of your wrists until your fingers are tingling.

You can tell that he’s right on the edge, chasing his elusive high deep into your cunt, his sensitive tip twitching and throbbing as it daubs at your inner nerves. Your stomach knots up.

“Oh, fuck, Bin—!”

Wonbin wraps a gentle fist around your neck and guides your face back into the pillows, shushing you breathlessly as he does so. You know why— you’re so damn loud when he fucks you like this, and Wonbin is a jealous man. Your moans are his to hear—not his lousy neighbour who he has seen checking you out a couple of times.

That could start another argument on its own.

As you both settle, your body trembling with aftershocks and his twitching needily, you feel him pull out with a long, shaking moan. Your body reacts, missing the feel of him. You roll onto your back, panting whilst staring at the ceiling and he sits back on his knees.

You look at him and manage a small smile, though his face remains clouded with a frown. His eyes flicker to yours for a moment before darting away. You sigh, already knowing what this means—you’ll have to be the one to speak first.

“Baby, c’mere,” you say softly, opening your arms.

It’s all the invitation he needs. Without a word, he slides into your hold, his movements almost hesitant as he rests his head against your chest. He avoids your gaze, even as your fingers thread gently through his damp hair.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, your voice tender and low. “I forgive you. I love you.”

Maybe Park Wonbin was as stubborn as you.

#riize smut #wonbin smut #wonbin x reader #riize x reader #riize one shot #riize hard hours #riize scenarios #kpop smut

156 notes · View notes

yoursselo · 7 hours ago

Text

Birthday boy

a/n: happy international mason tony mount day to all who celebrate. i love mason sooooo much and thank god he was born. he not only graces the world with his pretty face but also is the reason why i have made so many friends on here. so this is a present from me to you! i hope you guys like it. love you lots 🩷

word count: around 1k

warnings: none

It was a beautiful day in Manchester. Despite the cold weather the sky was blue, and sunlight was beaming into your and Mason’s bedroom. It was 6 a.m., and you had just woken up. Normally, you would have stayed in bed longer to get some extra sleep and cuddle with Mason, however you had a tight schedule. Today was Mason’s birthday and you wanted the day to be extra special and unforgettable for him - one filled with love, warmth, and little surprises.

To get everything done on time, you carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake up Mason with your movement. Before leaving the room, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and slipped into the hoodie he had worn the night before, that still smelled like him. On tiptoes, you made your way to the living room, where you took the balloons and the garlands out of the cupboard, ready to get to work. You blew twenty-six balloons up and made sure they were all floating against the ceiling. The table was decorated with photos of Mason through his years, each of them capturing a special moment in his life. Once the decorations were set, you started making breakfast. The smell of chocolate chip pancakes filled the air and you poured his favourite tea in a mug that said “#1 Boyfriend”, which you had gotten him as a Valentine’s Day gift during the early days of your relationship.

While you prepared the surprise, Mason slowly began to wake up. His hand instinctively reached for your side of the bed, seeking some morning cuddles, only to find it cold. He frowned and wondered where you were. Confused, he got up and began to dress for his recovery session.

When he was ready, he headed to the living room entirely unaware of the surprise waiting for him. The moment he entered the room Mason froze. His eyes widened as he took in the decorations—the balloons, the photos, the garland—and then his gaze landed on you, standing there with a huge smile, holding a plate of pancakes. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!” you said, your voice full of excitement. Before he could say anything, you rushed over to him and planted kisses all over his face. You popped a party hat on his head and walked him to the decorated table. “Surprise”, you said gazing at him with affection. “What…? You did all of this?” he asked softly. “Of course, babe! Only the best for the birthday boy. Come on, sit down. You have got pancakes waiting for you.” “This is... incredible. Thank you so much,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out to pull you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

As you lit a single candle on the stack of pancakes and began singing “Happy Birthday”, Mason chuckled. “Make a wish,” you said waiting for him to blow the candle out. His face lit up with a smile, one you hadn’t seen in weeks. Seeing his smile brought you so much joy that you got emotional. As he leaned forward to blow the candle out, he paused. His gaze flickered at you, as he noticed that tears were welling up in your eyes. “Hey, babe. Why are you crying?” he said gently. “I don’t know honestly. I’m just really glad you were born. I love you so much. Now blow out the candle before it burns the pancakes.” You laughed, brushing the tears away. “Oh, baby,” Mason murmured, his voice soft and full of affection. “I am the happiest when I’m with you.”

After blowing out the candle, he started on his pancakes. You guys chatted for a bit and enjoyed your joyful morning. Once everything was finished you handed him your first present. A leather-strapped watch with an engraving of the HMS Warrior on the back, an homage to his beloved hometown of Portsmouth. Mason ran his fingers over the engraving. “I can’t believe you thought of this. You don’t know how much this means to me.” He looked up at you, his voice thick with gratitude. “I’ll treasure this forever. One day, I’ll give it to our kids.” He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

Shortly after your beautiful morning, Mase left for training, which meant that you had to start getting ready for the evening. You tidied everything up and transformed the living room into a cozy heaven with soft blankets and pillows. For dinner you decided to make something different – Mason’s favourite: sushi!

By the time Mason returned home, everything was set. You also had changed into a nice dress with a set of lingerie underneath as his second present. When Mase stepped inside your house his eyes lit up at the sight of the cozy setup. “Wow,” he said, shaking his head. “You really went all out, didn’t you?” “All for you,” you teased, leading him to the table.

The two of you enjoyed your meal and cuddled on the couch, watching a movie.

Later that night, after the two of you made love, you were laying l in bed wearing one of Mason’s shirts, you reached under the bed for the final present. “I have one more thing for you,” you said, handing it to him.

Mason unwrapped the gift, his brows furrowing as he pulled out what appeared to be a comic book. Instead of Spider-Man on the cover, it was a beautifully illustrated version of Mason in a superhero costume.

“What is this?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

“Open it,” you urged, smiling.

As Mason flipped through the pages, his expression shifted from surprise to emotional. The comic told the story of his life, starting with his childhood in Portsmouth. It captured his early days playing football, his time at Vitesse and Derby, and his rise to fame at Chelsea. Each page was filled with vibrant details—his first goal, the Champions League win, and even some of his struggles.

When he reached the pages showing his time at Manchester United, Mason looked up at you with wide eyes. The final illustration depicted Mason standing tall in his superhero costume, with the words “To Be Continued” written in bold letters.

Mason stared at the page with teary eyes. “You did this... for me?”

You nodded, tears in your eyes. “You’re my hero, Mase. I wanted to show you how much you inspire me. You’ve faced so much, and you never give up. I wanted you to see your journey the way I see it—amazing and far from over. There’s so much more ahead for you, and I’m so glad I get to be by your side.”

Mason swallowed, his eyes brimming with tears. “I... I don’t even know what to say,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms. “Thank you. For everything. For seeing me this way. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so grateful you’re mine.”

He kissed you deeply, his emotions pouring into the gesture. For the rest of the night, the two of you flipped through the comic together, marveling at the illustrations and reliving the memories that were captured. Finally, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms, feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount x you #mason mount blurb #mason mount concept #mason mount fan fiction #mason mount fanfic #mason mount scenarios #footballer imagines #footballer x y/n #fluff fic

90 notes · View notes

fear-is-truth · 1 day ago

Note

i don't know if you've already done this (if you have, i haven't seen it), but, how would the evans do with a girlfriend with a high sex drive? how many times a week, how many rounds, etc. i don't know if some of them could keep up-

-🫐

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans x nympho!gf .ᐟ | nsfw. mdni

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march‧ kai anderson

i love this idea sm anon, kissing ur brain rn mwah

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate wouldn’t exactly be keeping a tally, but he’d totally match your libido. it’s like he’d been waiting his whole (after)life for someone like you, so he’s not complaining. three times a day? no problem. repeat the same routine every day of the week? sign him up. he’s got nothing but time.

he’d thrive on the attention. tate’s got a lot of insecurities, and having someone who genuinely wants him that much? it’s a massive confidence boost, even if he doesn’t admit it. he’d also loves that it’s your idea most of the time—takes the pressure off him and makes him feel wanted.

verdict: several times a day, so it’s honestly hard to account for.

rounds/stamina: probably 2 rounds per session when he was alive, very clingy afterwards. as a ghost he can’t physically burn out, and he’s just as clingy so you’re in luck.

notes: tate wouldn’t just indulge your high libido—he’d love it and go along it.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit walker is 100% a giver—like, he’s all about making you happy. if you’re a nympho, he’d try his best to keep up. (plus he’s a horny mf too..)

sure, he might get tired after a long day at work, but if you look at him a certain way or tug him towards the bedroom, he’s done for. he might jokingly tease, “darlin’, you’re tryin’ to kill me,” but he’d always be down to fuck, no questions asked.

he’s so husband about it. he wouldn’t just go along with your needs—he’d cater to it. need him to be sweet and slow? check. want things a little more kinky? he’s on board. he’s the type of man to always check in with a soft, “this okay for you, baby?” and genuinely mean it.

he’s probably in awe of your energy. he might be embarrassed the first time he realises how…enthusiastic you are, but once he gets used to it, he’s all in. he’d see it as a sign of how much you love and trust him, which melts his heart every time.

if an “oops” happens, he’d take full responsibility and raise the baby with you lol.

while he’d try to keep up with you, there might be nights when he’s genuinely exhausted from work or parenting duties. in those cases, he’d pull you into his arms and offer a compromise: “how ‘bout i cuddle you tonight, and tomorrow, i’m all yours?” he’d always want to make you feel loved, even if he’s too tired to fully match your energy.

overall, kit would be so sweet and attentive, completely willing to cater to your needs while cherishing how much love and (spiritual + physical) connection you bring into his life.

verdict: he’d love to indulge you as often as you want, but realistically, it would average 6-7 times a week. kit is a family man who wants to make you happy, but he also has a job to manage.

rounds/stamina: 2–3 rounds per session. kit is physically fit and has great stamina but wouldn’t push himself to exhaustion. his priority is making sure you’re satisfied first and foremost.

notes: kit is all about making you feel loved and satisfied, but he’s also very attuned to your comfort. you guys might unintentionally add a new member to your family if you’re not careful—just saying lol (just hope you don’t get snatched by aliens)

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle spencer is the definition the golden retriever boyfriend—sweet, attentive, and always eager to make sure you’re happy (in every sense of the word).

as a frat boy who’s physically active (probably from intramural sports, he’s not a gym bro but still works out), kyle’s got the energy and endurance to keep up with you. if you’re in the mood, he’s down. and he’s definitely very thorough about making sure you’re satisfied—he lives for the gold-star boyfriend role.

there are definitely times when he’s more focused on studying or finishing up a project for class. during those moments, he’ll be sweet about letting you know: “babe, i have to hand in this paper tonight. rain check?”

he’s the kind of guy who’ll compromise, though. he might take a quick break from studying to give you some attention (a quickie or blowjob, depending on time), then dive back into his books after.

post-study reward ! if he’s been putting you off all day, he’ll make it up to you later with extra enthusiasm. kyle’s not the type to do things halfway, so when he does finally focus on you, it’s all about you.

verdict: 4–5 times a week. kyle is sweet and eager to please, so he’d do his best to keep up, even if it means sacrificing some of his study time.

rounds/stamina: 3–5 rounds per session.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

jimmy has a naturally high sex drive and would match your energy without much hesitation. growing up in the freak show, he’s not exactly a stranger to their… unconventional lifestyles, so he’d embrace your enthusiasm wholeheartedly. “you wanna go again, doll? yeah, i can do that.”

despite his willingness, jimmy would draw a hard line when it comes to anyone else at the freak show getting involved, especially knowing how open and uninhibited the other performers can be about their sexual escapades. while he doesn’t judge them for their choices (cuz he low-key used to be like that), he makes it crystal clear that you’re his and only his.

as for elsa mars, jimmy knows how manipulative she can be and how far she’s willing to go for her ambitions. he’d be paranoid about her trying to use you in one of her schemes, especially after what happened with penny. he’d warn you about her, telling you to steer clear of any “favors” or “opportunities” she might offer.

he’d prioritize your needs above his own, even if it left him worn out. he’d take your super high sex drive as a challenge, always wanting to prove himself capable of keeping up with you. and he’d probably brag about it just a little.

verdict: 8–10 times a week. easy, no problem.

rounds/stamina: could keep up for least 2-3 rounds in a single session, especially when he’s well-rested. however, if he’s had a long day or is emotionally drained, one round might be all he has in him.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

james patrick march is the definition of indulgence and excess, but he’s also a man of particular tastes and high standards—so an energetic, nympho of a partner would definitely be met with mixed feelings.

he’s indulgent, but not always approving: james would absolutely adore the attention and relish in how much you crave him—it would feed into his ego and his possessive streak.

however, he’s also a man of control, and your frequent advances might make him pause. “my darling, while i am most flattered by your… boundless enthusiasm, even i must draw the line somewhere.” (sometimes a man just wants to murder his hotel guests. let the man indulge in his hobby)

he’d appreciate your eagerness, but he’d always make it clear that he sets the terms. if he’s in the mood, he’ll more than rise to the occasion and keep you thoroughly occupied.

oh, when he decides it’s time, he’ll absolutely make you regret pestering him earlier. james is nothing if not thorough, and he’d turn your enthusiasm into a marathon session (picture that scene with the countess… yeah). “now, my darling, this is what happens when you beg a man of my caliber for attention.”

verdict: depends. i’d say at least 10 times a week if he’s really obsessed with you.

rounds/stamina: unlimited, technically. he’s a ghost and doesn’t have the physical limitations of the living. however, he might limit himself for your sake.

notes: james would enjoy your enthusiasm and entertain your requests pretty often. however, he’d insist on keeping things “in moderation” and not letting it interfere with his other pursuits (murder)

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

okay, let’s be real—kai absolutely has the stamina to keep up with a nympho gf. dude’s wired on adderall and his own ego, so when he’s into it, he’s really into it. could probably go all night if he’s in the mood.

here’s the thing: kai’s got a lot on his plate—councilman duties, plotting world domination, a cult to run. so if you really pushed him, interrupted his plans one too many times, or just kept teasing him when he was trying to focus? he’d make you pay for it later—like, to the point where you can’t walk straight for days.

smug as hell about it too, tossing out things like, “maybe next time you’ll think twice before being such a needy little bitch, huh?”

but if he’s in a petty mood—or just wants to watch you suffer—he’d force you to hump his thigh while he’s not lifting a finger to help. or even outright forbid you to even touch yourself…and the bastard would enjoy every second of it.

but he’s not completely heartless, not when it benefits him. when he’s too busy to fully cater to you, he’ll let you sit on his lap and cockwarm him while he’s working at his desk. it’s his way of keeping you close while staying focused on his agenda.

if kai has a rare moment of downtime, you’re all he’s thinking about. he’d probably find your enthusiasm flattering (in an “of course you can’t resist me” kind of way) and give in with a casual, “alright, i’ll let you tire yourself out on my dick.”

verdict: 3–5 times a week. sometimes more. he’d only indulge your high sex drive when he has time and isn’t busy scheming or running his cult.

rounds/stamina: 3–4 rounds on average, but on rare occasions, he might go 5–6 rounds in one night just to prove a point.

notes: he’d alternate between indulging you until you’re begging for mercy and withholding just to torture you. a shitty boyfriend but the sex is bomb.

85 notes · View notes

midnighthazee · 2 days ago

Text

Greenridge ABO Series

Series Masterlist Masterlist

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of past trauma (it's not for the weak, but I don't want to spoil the chapter. sorry), SMUT 18+ MDNI, fingering, oral, p in v (wrap it up pls), FLUFF

WC: 4360

Chapter 24

One Month Later…

The house had finally been fixed, the boys helping out the construction crew in efforts of speeding up the process. You all officially moved back in yesterday evening, enjoying dinner and a movie in your new living room. It was perfect timing since a few of the others were getting antsy and irritable in the closer proximity the cabin offered. It was at least half the size of the main house so you were practically living on top of each other.

When the others started their arguing, you would usually seek out Chan. He would use his dominance to diffuse the situation or just make them separate for the rest of the day. His calming presence kept you relaxed though, especially since he was quiet and always working on something. So you could usually be found sitting in his lap, laying your head in his lap, or reading books in his office while he worked.

He enjoyed your company, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside. He usually tried to work where you were touching him in some way, even if it was just your legs draped over his lap. He was definitely making up for the lack of time you two didn’t have initially while he was locked up.

And when Chan wasn’t home, you were restless. The house rebuilding sometimes required his oversight in person and he didn’t always take you. Whether you were asleep when he left or busy with the others at the time, you usually missed him after a short while. Felix kept you company, his gentle nature quite nurturing. But when he and Jisung argued over who was cheating in a game, you retreated to Chan’s room, opting for some reading or games on your phone to pass the time.

Morning time meant a full spread for breakfast. You woke up next to Seungmin, having slept in his room last night after he complained you were always sleeping in Chan’s bed. You felt bad, realizing you probably should be more fair to everyone. So you cuddled up next to him and fell fast asleep.

He was nuzzling his face into your hair, kissing you as you came to.

“Morning..” he mumbles against your skin.

You smile, his morning voice sending chills up your spine. “Morning.”

Seungmin tightens his grip with the arm draped over your waist, his body flushed with yours. You turn your head to face him and he immediately plants his lips on yours. You moan into the kiss, having missed his touch.

“You smell so good,” he notes.

You giggle as he kisses down your neck. He gets up and moves down in the bed, lifting your nightgown and pulling your panties down.

“Minnie…” you rasp.

“Yes, darling?” he teases, kissing your lower abdomen.

“Mmmm,” you close your eyes as his fingers skim over your thighs.

He ducks his head, licking your sensitive heat delicately. Your breath catches in your throat and you arch your back. He smirks, loving how reactive you are.

He licks with more intent, swirling around your clit and teasing your entrance. You're already pooling, your juices coating his tongue. He groans at the taste.

“Have you always been this sweet?” he asks.

You steal a glance and catch his eyes looking right at you, his pupils blown. Lust took over as he prodded your entrance with his tongue. He moved it in and out, making your head fall back onto the pillow. Your whole body felt like it was on fire - like electricity was flowing through you - feeling just how close you were already.

Seungmin slipped a finger in and began thrusting it, coaxing a moan from your mouth.

“Such pretty little sounds.” Seungmin coos, sucking on your clit once more.

“Minnie…” you whine, your fingers twisting into his hair.

He slips a second finger in, curling them to hit your sweet spot. He moves them faster, pushing you over the edge. You grip the sheets with your free hand, back arching as you come undone. Moans escape your lips as you cum. Seungmin drinks your juices like he has been in the desert for the past week.

Crawling up your body, Seungmin kisses his way up your body as you come down. He plants his lips on yours and you taste just how sweet you were. He looks down at you with adoring eyes and you melt.

“Let’s go eat, yeah?” Seungmin asks with a peck to your lips.

He climbs off the bed and you sit up.

“What about you?” you ask.

“I’m good. I just wanted to watch you.” He winks before retreating into his bathroom.

He returns with a rag and wipes you up before throwing some clothes on. You find your panties and throw them on, not bothering to go change in your room before heading downstairs. You got a few ogling eyes from the boys with your current attire but you didn’t care.

You fixed your plate and brought it to the table, sitting between Jisung and Jeongin. You noticed their throats bob as you did, knowing they could probably smell your lingering arousal.

The doorbell rings and Chan goes to answer it. Turning in your seat, you see Doctor Quinn come in. She was holding flowers and a bottle of wine.

“Hey!” She cheers. “I brought a little housewarming gift to celebrate the remodel. Oh, it looks amazing! And I love that tile.”

“Y/n picked it out.”

“Well, you have amazing taste. I should redo my kitchen and have you pick my tile.” She giggles, coming over to hug you.

She pauses for a second, and you swear you see her smile falter just a smidge. As quick as it happened, it was gone and she moved on to give everyone else a hug as well.

“How’s everyone doing? I assume we are all healed by now?” she questions.

Everyone nods, mumbling an ‘I’m okay’ or ‘I’m good’.

“Great. Y/n can I see you downstairs for a second? I have a… girl question.” She winks with a smile.

“Um, sure.” you say.

You follow her downstairs, of course into your favorite room that just so happened to remain unaffected by the blasts, and shuts the door. She turns to you and, while her face is pleasant, you can tell she’s serious.

“You smell different.” she notes.

“Well Chan marked me..maybe you’re smelling that?”

“I can definitely smell him and Minho on you, but that’s not it. Are you pregnant?”

“What!?” you exclaim.

“I’ve had my fair share of dealing with pregnant hybrids and you have the smell.” She says, gesturing for you to sit on the chair. “Have you had a heat since we last talked?”

“Yes.”

“Did any of them go into rut and mate with you?”

“Chan did.” you mutter.

She nods. “Did his rut or your heat continue after?”

“No…”

She smiles. “Usually that’s because the purpose of the mating worked. Would you be up for a blood test? It’s the quickest and most accurate way to tell?”

You blink at her.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” she asks, picking up on your elevated heart rate.

“I, uh…I can’t..I”

“It’s okay. Let’s just test you first. It could just be that something is off with everything going on. Don’t worry for now.” Doctor Quinn rubs your arm before going to grab the necessary supplies.

“Not again…” you mumble.

“Again?”

“Lewis…” you blink, focusing your sight on her. “He got me pregnant. It was my second heat, induced by his rut. Neither of us wanted to mate during that time but the instincts took over. And when…”

Tears begin to form in your eyes…

“It’s okay, y/n.” Doctor Quinn comforts.

“When he found out, I was three months along. He made the doctor do a pelvic exam…and when she confirmed it…” your head drops. “He beat me until it was dead.”

Doctor Quinn’s heart breaks. She pulls you into a hug, letting you sob into her chest. A faint knock came at the door and you attempted to collect yourself. Chan slowly opened the door, followed by Minho.

“Just checking on you. We could feel your distress.” Chan whispers.

Doctor Quinn looks to you for permission and you nod.

She gestures for them to come in and they close the door behind them. Coming to stand beside you and hold your hand, they listen intently while Doctor Quinn shares what you just told her. The boys were raging with fury, Minho having to take a walk outside even though it was starting to snow. Chan stayed behind, holding you close while Doctor Quinn took some blood.

“Explains why you freaked out on me last time when I asked for a pelvic exam.” Doctor Quinn gives you a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah…sorry about that.” you mumble.

“All good, dear.” she smiles, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll rush this and let you know as soon as I do.”

With that, Doctor Quinn left. Chan turned to you, a big grin on his face.

“What?” you ask wearily.

“I’m gonna be a dad?!” his face is lit up, the biggest smile you had ever seen from him graced his face.

You smiled, looking down at your fingers twiddling in your lap. “Yeah, I guess so.”

He pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you from the chair. You couldn’t help but laugh, letting yourself relax a little and enjoy the news…for now.

“Can we…wait on telling everyone. Just until she’s…confirmed it?” you ask.

“Of course, baby. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He says, rubbing your back. “I’m going to go check on Minho, okay?”

“He’s not…jealous is he?”

“Maybe a little.” Chan winked. “But he’s pissed about the Lewis thing. A similar thing happened to his mom.”

“Oh…” the word a mere breath on your lips.

“Go finish your breakfast. I’ll be back up there.” Chan kissed your forehead before planting a deep kiss to your lips.

You collected yourself, then headed upstairs to the boys. You forced a smile like everything was okay but of course they were suspicious. Respecting your privacy, the boys didn’t pry - they knew you would tell them when you were comfortable.

It was later that evening, you were in your room, curled up in your reading corner and coloring in a new coloring book Hyunjin bought for you. It was animal themed and you were currently coloring a picture of a fox. You had spent most of the day in here, dozing off for about an hour before waking up and continuing on.

There was a light knock on your door and you looked up to see Jisung peeking in.

“Hey.” he whispered.

“Hi.” you say in a small voice.

He comes in sitting next to you on the cushion you had, hugging one of your pillows. “You okay?”

You nod.

“You sure? You’ve been cooped up in here all day, and awfully quiet…”

“Sorry…” you mumble.

“You don’t have to apologize.” He sits up, facing you. “Talk to me.”

“I was just enjoying my space. Nothing’s wrong.”

Jisung gives you a disbelieving look. Then he grabs your hand and rubs circles on the top with his thumb. “Is this about earlier? With whatever freaked out Minho and Chan hyung?”

You don’t want to lie to him, but you don’t want to tell them yet. Not till you know for sure. Not till you’re sure it’s what Chan really wants. Maybe he was just acting excited to make you feel better. I mean it’s not like you ever talked about starting a family with any of them…

“I’ll tell you…just not right now.” you offer.

Jisung nods. He looks around the room, the silence between you deafening. When he looks back at you and you lift your head and meet his eyes.

“What?” you ask, smiling as you squirm under his intense stare.

He smirks, moving closer to you. “Maybe I can make you feel better…”

He leans in, kissing your jaw and down your neck. You giggle, the coloring book falling off your lap as you adjust your body to face him.

“You smell so good…” Jisung whispers, your foreheads touching.

Yeah, because you were pregnant. Doctor Quinn had informed you your scent would be more appealing now. And that you would also…taste sweeter too.

He kisses you, hard and desperate. Your crossed legs are pulled open and he crawls between them. You push your colored pencils away with one hand, the other cupping the side of his face.

As he kisses down your neck, your hands reach between the two of you and begin to undo his pants. He groans when you palm him through his briefs. He pulls away, lust in his eyes.

“I love you…” he pants.

You freeze, realizing he has never said it before. A few of the others have by now, but not Jisung. He caught you off guard, your mouth slightly open. He smirks, kissing you passionately, tongues intermingling.

He leans up, removing his shirt and pushing his pants down. You follow his lead, removing your own shirt and sliding your pants down. He stops undressing to help you pull your pants all the way off, throwing them to the side. Then he moves to sit on your cushion, pants around his ankles. He pulls you into his lap and you feel his hard length between your legs. You grind on him, your wetness coating his dick.

“Fuck.” he gasps.

He reaches his hand down and teases your clit. Your hands immediately go to his shoulders, bracing yourself. He smirks at you and you lean in to kiss him. He slips a finger inside, curling it deliciously before pulling it out. He sucks his finger while holding eye contact and you clench around nothing, whining.

��Shhh…I’m gonna make you feel so good.” Jisung coos.

He lines himself up and you sink down on him, throwing your head back. He attaches his lips to your nipple and sucks, thankful you weren’t wearing a bra today. You hold his head into your chest, grinding your hips in his lap. His moans were vibrating your nipples, further stimulating you.

He switches to the other nipple and you swear you’re about to cum any second. He squeezes your ass and you bite your lip. You tug his hair, tilting his head back, and begin bouncing. He watches, mesmerized by the sight of you.

You’re so close, maintaining tempo until you snap. Your orgasm washes over you and your legs tremble. You clench around his cock, moaning his name as you lay into his chest.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.” He says, stroking your hair.

“Mmm…I love you.” you say, looking up at him with hazy eyes.

He smiles so big, flipping you over so he can eat you out. He leans down, drinking you in and moaning at your sweet taste. It feels so good but you want him to cum too. You sit up, taking him by surprise, and move him so he’s lying back on the cushion.

Then you kneel between his legs and take him in your mouth. He groans, head falling back as he hugs one of your pillows. He bites his lip as you work your magic, teasing his tip with your tongue. You suck him hard and slow, edging him closer to release.

“Fuck, y/n.” he groans.

“I wanna taste you, baby…” you say, stroking him with your hand.

He whines, hips bucking at your dirty words. He would love to cum in that pretty mouth of yours. You take his entire length, feeling him hit the back of your throat. You suck and bob your head at a teasing tempo. Feeling mischievous and just wanting him to completely melt, you take a finger and coat in your own juices. Then, you prod at his tight hole, hearing him gasp.

You push past the little resistance and the guttural groan he releases makes you smirk. You thrust your finger in and out a few times before adding another.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

You curl your fingers, massaging his prostate just right, and sure enough…he’s cumming in your mouth. And it was a lot - so much you can barely keep it all in. You milk him dry, sucking him until he’s squirming to get away from the overstimulation. You pop off of him and swallow, a bit dripping from the corner of your mouth. You remove your fingers and crawl up his body.

His chest was heaving, eyes closed as you kissed his lips. Through the fog, he kisses you back, tasting himself on your tongue. He groans, hands cupping your face as he kisses you until he needs air.

Finally separating, you keep your foreheads together, panting.

“Fuck, that was something. You’re incredible.” he rasps.

You giggle and lay on his chest.

You lay like this for a while, until the smell of dinner begins wafting into your room.

“We should probably shower real quick.” you say, sitting up.

Jisung agrees and the two of you head into your shower. The two of you briefly washed up, putting your clothes back on and joining everyone downstairs for dinner. They all gave you knowing glances and you blushed. Jisung bumped you with his shoulder and you shook your head at him. You found yourself not caring that they heard you two. In fact, let them hear. It wasn’t anything new or something to be embarrassed about at this point.

It was the next afternoon, and you were training with Changbin. Some of the boys were currently doing weight training, while Changbin had you jogging around the property. It was so freeing to you now that you didn’t have to worry about Lewis or Reed lurking around in the forests surrounding the yard. You were safe and truly free.

Back at the house, you were drinking water when Chan called you inside. He led you into the med room, where you found Doctor Quinn waiting for you.

“Hi.” you say, looking to Chan.

He gives you a reassuring smile.

“Hello, dear.” she smiles. “I got the results back and thought I would deliver them in person.”

“Okay…” you say, worried something was wrong.

“It’s confirmed. You are pregnant. About five weeks.”

“Seriously?” Chan exclaimed with a big smile on his face. “Ahh, yes.”

He picked you up, spinning you around.

“I’m going to be a father!” he said, taking in your stunned expression and stepping back. “Y/n, you okay?”

“Yeah…it’s just…a lot. I never thought…” your eyes water. “I never thought I would get to…to be a mother.”

Chan pulls you into a hug, and you rest against his chest.

“You sure this is something you want?” You ask, looking into Chan’s eyes.

“Are you kidding? I’ve wanted this since I was a boy. You have quite literally just made me the happiest man on the planet right now.” He kisses your cheek. “But I should be asking you that.”

“Yes. Ever since I lost my first, I wanted to have one someday. It’s just I lost hope that I would.” You take his hands in yours. “But I want this.”

Chan wrapped his arms around you, nearly suffocating you in his embrace.You smile, allowing yourself to be happy.

“What about the boys?” you question. “How are they going to take the news?”

Thinking about it, you didn’t know if they would be happy or jealous. Being your soulmate, maybe they would want it to be theirs instead. But maybe they would just be happy as long as you were happy. Part of you wanted to have a child with each of them. But eight kids? That was a lot in general, nevermind what it would do to your body.

“They are going to be excited…” Chan shakes his head in disbelief. “You don’t have to worry, darling. This is a good thing.”

“I love you.” you blurt out, cheeks flushed.

His eyes widened at the confession. The sound of those words was like music to his ears - his new favorite melody.

“I love you too, baby.” He kisses you deeply, hugging you to his chest.

You smile up at him. “Should we tell them then?”

His eyes light up even more, as if that was possible. He grabs your hand and leads the way from the room. “

He calls upstairs for the remaining pack members. Then you two made your way outside to wait for them.

“Alright, listen up. We have an announcement to make.” Chan says.

Everyone is gathered around, Doctor Quinn hiding in the back.

“Doctor Quinn has just confirmed that our darling y/n is pregnant.”

At first there is silence, the shock taking over. Everyone processes a second before erupting in cheers and rushing over to hug the two of you. You laugh at their excitement and support, feeling such happiness that you don’t remember ever feeling. Chan was right…this is a good thing.

“That explains why you’ve been so clingy with Chan.” Jisung comments.

You pout at him.

“It’s not a bad thing…” Jisung tries to save himself.

Minho just hits him over the head.

“Congrats, y/n,” Minho says, kissing you.

“When are you due?” Changbin asks.

You look at Doctor Quinn.

“Oh, we didn’t even get to that part. Since you’re about five weeks, you are due around the end of June, first part of July.” She explains.

“Oh I can’t wait. I’m gonna teach him or her how to bake and how to dance.” Felix boasts.

“Slow down. What if they want to learn to paint?” Hyunjin counters.

“What are you going to name them? Have you thought of names yet?” Jeongin asks.

“Definitely should do Jisung. It’s a great name.” Jisung offers.

“Changbin is way better. Or Dwaekki.”

“Oh please, what if it’s a girl? Seungmin would be better… as it’s a unisex name.” Seungmin states with a smug expression.

“Fighting over our baby already.” Chan says amused as he kisses your temple.

You smile, shaking your head at them.

Later that night, Chan suggested a little campfire. The November air was nippy, the ground white from the evening snowfall. You were sitting next to Chan and Hyunjin, wrapped in a blanket and sipping hot chocolate. Minho insisted you try a smores since you had never had one before. You watched as he twisted the marshmallow over the fire. After it was perfect, he claimed, he takes a piece of chocolate, two halves of a graham cracker and sandwiches them with the marshmallow.

Then he slides it off the stick, and brings it to your mouth to try. You take a bite, moaning at how good it was.

“See…you’ve been missing out.” he smiled smugly.

“I have…” you take another bite.

Minho happily feeds you before making one of his own smores. Then you lay your head on Chan’s shoulder, basking in the warmth of everyone and the fire.

Jisung stands abruptly. “Okay…I’m betting it’s a girl.”

“Oh, no. It’s definitely going to be a boy.” Hyunjin counters.

“Put me down for a boy too!” Seungmin adds.

“Girl.” Jeongin says with a mouth full of smores.

“Me too!” Changbin adds.

“It’s going to be a boy!” Felix argues.

“Minho…tell them it’s going to be a girl…” Jisung turns to Minho who smirks.

“I’m betting on a boy actually…” Minho says.

“I think it’s going to be a girl…” you say.

“See! If y/n says girl, it’s going to be a girl.” Jisung argues.

“Bullshit. No one truly knows. Not even the ancestors.” Seungmin rolls his eyes.

“Chan’s the tie breaker. Chan hyung, what do you think?” Jeongin asks.

Everyone looks at Chan, and he chuckles.

“How much is the bet?”

“Fifty dollars?” Jisung asks everyone. They nod.

“Well in that case…” Chan looks up to the sky as if pondering. “I just want a healthy baby. I don’t care.”

“Oh, your vote doesn’t count anyway.” Jisung dismisses him with a wave.

The boys go back to arguing over the gender while Chan looks dumbfounded. You smile, leaning up and kissing him. He caresses your face before his hand moves lower, caressing your lower tummy where your little bundle of joy was growing. You place your hand over his, resting your head on his chest.

“Thank you for taking me in.” you whisper.

“Thank you for being so strong.” he says and you look up at him confused.

“I’m not strong…”

Chan scoffs. “Yes you are. You are the strongest person I know. You have had a tough past, life giving you so many hardships. And you didn’t let it tear you down. Instead you fought and pushed through, making it out on the other side. That, my love, makes you strong. And that’s why I’m going to spoil the absolute hell out of you for the rest of our lives.”

As Chan spoke, he rubbed your arm, kissing your forehead when he was done. You closed your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks. You received so much love from them, love you never thought you would ever get to experience. Love you had long since given up hope in finding. But here it was, all around you, and you weren’t going to waste it.

“Me too.” Hyunjin hugged you from where he sat next to you, kissing your temple.

Two strong arms came around you from behind the bench. “And I’m going to protect you with my life for as long as I live.”

You turn and smile up at Changbin, who pecks your face with kisses.

Giggling, you didn’t notice when everyone else stood up and came over to you. Soon you felt the weight of everyone as they all piled on you in a group hug. Minho wiped your tears before kissing your cheek.

“I love you all.” you say.

“We love you too.” Felix says.

“So much.” Hyunjin adds.

After years of feeling like you didn’t belong, you finally found your home - you belonged here at Greenidge. And you could now finally see a future for yourself. One surrounded by love and family.

TAGLIST:

@estella-novella @lxvxchxrlxttxbxrsx22-blog @butterflydemons @readr1221 @gaby105-skz @notevenheretbh1 @bah2004 @sinfulfic @bowsnbang @just-a-blackthorn-cookie @dreamerwasfound @motheraiya55 @m00njinnie @writeuntilthebitterend @jutdwae-flower @staytinyluv @emmxxsworld @galaxy4489 @wolfo2027 @iknow-uknow-leeknow @thatgirlangelb @fr34k4c1dr41n @stwq2349 @rylea08 @sang-09 @scarlet789 @hxnnielk @thecutiepieme @sillygoosegoose @ihttinniee @kaleigh-2002 @stvrrylove @tenshimara @xgridx @chanshugsaretherapy @maisyyyyyy @potentialgay @idkidkleeknow @cherry-erii

#stray kids abo #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #bang chan x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #lee minho x reader #seo changbin x reader #stray kids ot8 #skz ot8 #stray kids smut #stray kids

69 notes · View notes

shyamanuensis · 2 days ago

Text

boyfriend!ominis - sfw cutesy headcanon

boyfriend!ominis who is that smitten with you, he doesn't care that you're a little destructive. you want to try cook - he'd let you burn the kitchen down. you want to sing - he's happy for your voice to deafen him. some call it being a doormat but no, he's just super supportive.

boyfriend!ominis who reluctantly puts his wand away and allows you to lead him around, hand in hand because he knows how much of a kick you get out of it, being the one in charge and he doesn't honestly mind.

boyfriend!ominis who has a bad habit of asking you to read to him so that he has an excuse to sit close and rest his head on your shoulder. it isn't uncommon for the two of you to lounge around in front of a fireplace, resting with your back against his chest as he traces tiny little intricate shapes along your arms while half listening to whatever it is you're reading or carrying on about.

boyfriend!ominis who has a knack for replacing things you're just about to run out of. that perfume that you love - consider it bought. the specific ink you use because it reminds you of home - refilled and there's an extra just incase you spill anything. those candybars from honeydukes you're always sucking on - his pockets are filled with them.

boyfriend!ominis who is aware other boys look at you; but isn't too concerned because of the way you're constantly all over him. cuddles, kisses, draping yourself across his shoulders and lap, hugs from behind, stealing his scarf even when you're not cold.

boyfriend!ominis that's got an engagement ring in his pocket that he's carried around for some time - months; perhaps almost a year. will he let you ever have it? yeah of course - when the time is right. but for now; he enjoys just running his hand over the little velvet box and reminding himself that you'll wear it one day, and that's the reason he's constantly got that cute little smirk tugged across his lips.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanon #he's so cute

68 notes · View notes

jackiepackiee · 18 hours ago

Text

Telemachus SFW Alphabet

an- some are way longer than others, but I didn’t have ideas for some… sorry!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Being a prince, Telemachus has an important image to hold. Especially with the suitors around, he wants to be seen as strong. So he keeps the affection in closed doors. There are a lot of ways this could go.

With the suitors on a normal day he will simply walk with you. Knowing it’s best to just stay normal for avoid any comments.

If (and when) the suitors get snappy or make comments he’ll hold your hand to quickly pull you out of the situation. He’d fight, but his top priority is you being away from danger

So if it’s just you two, in his room, he’ll do very comforting acts of affection. Back rubs, playing with your hair, forehead kisses, holding your hand and rubbing your hand with his thumb. Sure, he’s a soft guy, but he’s a prince who likes feel like he’s protecting you.

Now, when Odysseus gets back he’s much more affectionate. Seeing how his dad treats his mom, he does the same for you. Like a mini Odysseus, copying all the loving things he does for his wife.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Lots of sneaking around and sharing secrets like kids. He would be the most supportive person you’ve ever met, lending you a hand in every way possible for all you want.

He’d love to train near you, he’d never want to spar or anything of the like in fear of hurting you. But you’d both spend afternoons in the courtyard with you petting his dog and him swinging his sword at a dummy you built of cloth and wool.

Your friendship could’ve started a multitude of a ways, he’d a kind person so it’s unlikely he’d turn down any genuine offers of friendship.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Certified lover boy is a fan of cuddling. His favorite being these three

He loves the “honeymoon hug” your face in his chest or his in yours. He loves being able to hear your heartbeat and know you’re with him. When you’re in his chest he’s as ease knowing you’re safe from the world around you

The “half spoon” is a close second, both for when you’re lazy after a long day and unable to energize yourself for more than simple conversation. Your calmest moments are spent here

When he’s in your lap he feels the world melt around him and is surrounded by you. When you’re in his lap he plays with your hair. Either way, in this position he’ll talk for hours about anything you want. Smiling at your with a lovestruck expression

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

You “dating” is you courting and it’s practically guaranteed your marriage will follow. He’s a royal, and it’s expected of him to be married. It’s not that he doesn’t want that though! He’s very excited to get married, even offering to send ships to fetch the best seamstresses to make your wedding attire

But… your marriage will wait until Odysseus returns. He can’t imagine such a large part of his life without his father, and he wants him to meet you. Knowing his family is complete is all he wants.

As for cooking and cleaning? Don’t worry, he has servants and your hand and foot if you so wish for them to do anything. He’s not a great cook…

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

…that’s not happening. Just like his dad he is loyal until death, and he’d escape the underworld to see you again if he had to

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

You’re both getting married, and you’ll become apart of Ithaca’s royal family like I said before, it’s going to wait until Odysseus is back so he can witness your marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically he touches you as if you’ll break. Only a few times he’s truly used his strength. The first time he truly touched you was when his dad returned. He was so overwhelmed from both you being safe and him family being complete that he practically lunged at you in a hug. Other than that, it’s soft pats and gentle hand holding

Emotionally he has a gentle soul. Despite being a fierce and dangerous warrior of Athena, he is always looking for the good in the world. And he sees the good in your heart. His first priority is your wellbeing, so he’ll do anything to make you happy. No yelling at disagreements, no overly rude teasing, only compliments and soft comments when you get embarrassed at kisses

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

One of his favorite things to do is hug, it serves two purposes in your relationship

Either he feels at ease knowing you’re in his arms, he’s keeping you safe and the world around you won’t reach you as long as he’s around

Or he just needs a minute to rest and you’re a sanctuary for him. Giving him the affection he so desperately needs

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Two months into the relationship is when he says I love you

It’s no heated and crazy confession, but instead a cute and shy one that he plans. Secret is he’s loved you from the beginning, but he hasn’t been able to express it

He gives you an apple (a sign of love to do with Aphrodite) and stammers out the three words, looking at you as if you hung the stars in the sky

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not that jealous, but it not impossible for him to be. While he may be shy, he’s doesn’t doubt you love and knows you’re loyal to him so he doesn’t worry

Although, if another prince tries to woo you, he gets mildly frustrated. In this case he’ll tell them to leave his kingdom, and that you’ve already taken your home with him

He wouldn’t fight the princes he gets jealous of, that would be stupid and reckless. Instead he proves to them you aren’t leaving by passive aggressive words (Athena taught him)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are like the touch of sun when it meets the mountains of Ithaca in the early morning. Soft, gentle, and full of love

His favorite places to kiss you are your forehead, cheek, and the crown of your head since it’s very affectionate

His favorite places to be kissed are his lips, knuckles, and shoulders. He’s very ticklish so if you kiss him anywhere below his jaw he’ll giggle

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Seeing him around kids makes you want children so so badly. With babies he’ll hold them in his arms, always sitting so he doesn’t risk dropping them. His cooing is adorable, always him and the baby giggling at the infants meaningless babble

With older children he’s playful, and it’s not crazy for when you two visit the market for him to be swarmed by 8 year olds who climb him like a tower

He has the cutest smile around kids, and he would be an amazing father (it’s all he wants)

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He’s a morning person, always waking before you. Half mornings you’ll wake up to him staring at you with this sickeningly lovestruck smile. He’ll nuzzle his cold nose into your neck and laugh when you whine at him for 5 more minutes

Sometimes though, after your late night sneak outs when you sleep in, Penelope and Odysseus will come in early just to see their son and his lover so peaceful. Smiling as proud parents (if Telemachus knew this the blush on his face would be permanent)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Lazy cuddling, with you in his arms while he dotes on you. You kissing his bruises he got from training in days prior while he is too tired to blush so he just embraces your love

He likes to let the moonlight into his room so he can still see your face in the dark night right before he falls asleep

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

A bit sad but one night everything just kind of comes out. He’s upset and looks to you for comfort, spilling all his heartbreak to you. This isn’t a time thing, but rather based on what happens in the events of the day. He trusts you with his life when you get together, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked for your hand in the first place. But his true feelings are like a tidal wave

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With you? He’s only gotten slightly frustrated with you a handful of times. A few grumbled sentences before he sees your upset (sad or mad) expression and hated it so much he all together lost his aggravation and apologized

In general he’s docile, not wanting to start anything with anyone for no reason. But as we see with the suitors, he doesn’t take rudeness lightly and is willing to fight back, just not with you

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

Everything you mention about yourself he remembers

Every reaction you have, such as a slightly disgusted face at a food or a smile at a certain compliment, he remembers

Every piece of advice he gets about you from his mother, Athena, and eventually his father, he remembers

He is whipped for you, and wants to know any and everything there is to know about you

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

A bit NSFW… (he’s 20, it’s okay 🫡)

After your first time together (and his in general) when you’re sleeping against his chest. He can feel everything, your soft skin on his, gentle lips still ghosting over his in memory, breaths leaving and igniting in your chest.

He never felt more in love, knowing he could trust you completely and you’re both each other’s everything

Seeing you be so vulnerable with him, trusting him, leaves his heart running fast

Not his favorite for physical, selfish reasons. But instead his favorite because he knew in that moment you’re there and forever will be

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

When the suitors are still in his home he is incredibly protective. Now he’s no idiot, and knows fighting the suitors for you isn’t ideal. He’d hate to see you upset at him being hurt, and no way he’d win in a fist fight against a group of grown men. So his protection is more planned out. Sneaking you around, never letting you around without him or a guard. Of course you’re free to do as you please. But he’s nervous

If it came to it though? Be it a threat to you, a comment on your honor, or someone gets too close he will fight. With his anger he’ll have a fighting chance

When Odysseus is home he’s much more calm. Knowing he and his father will care for you. (Odysseus is willing to kill for you, you’re part of the family now and anyone his son cares for he cares for)

He’ll still make sure you’re in someone’s protection though

As for himself? He just tells you not to worry… he wants to be able to get strong and needs to experience danger to grow

Though if you pet his hair after a fight, praising him for his effort? He’s melting like putty in your hand

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He will buy ANYTHING you want, spend as much time with you as possible

Dates consist of sneaking out of the palace to the gardens to pluck flowers and fresh fruit or mountains to watch the waves hug the shore. You’ll share soft kisses. You go on dates at night, liking the solidarity. Little do you know Penelope and Odysseus are always watching and smiling at their son so in love…

On anniversaries he’ll take you sailing, walk you through your soon to be kingdom, and finish the night off with a gift. It’s always something insanely expensive, and he just shrugs

“Expensive? Don’t worry about the price, it’s for you!”

He’s royalty, he has sheep to bargain and gold to trade for the finest luxury for you, so what if he’s a little oblivious to the material world?

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Idealism - Telemachus tries to see the best in every situation, and it can be hard for him to know what is realistic. Especially going into being king, he needs to learn how to be realistic and not stuck in fantasy

Anxiety - He’s overly protective of you, suitors there or dead. It doesn’t matter, even since he’s known such a great threat he doesn’t let the people close to him near anyone he doesn’t trust

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not too concerned with his appearance in terms of vanity. He wants to look clean, and he is. Being a prince he’s usually dressed nicely, with gold pieces adorning him. But he doesn’t put effort into his “handsome,” as Penelope calls it, face or anything of the sort. He focuses on being strong and naturally gains a lean and muscular build

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

110%, Tele is very family oriented and you’re his family now. He spent a lifetime without his father, and everyone he holds in his heart can’t leave like that again or he’ll break. The longest he can take is a few weeks when he has to leave the island for royal issues

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s adored music ever since he was kid. Singing, instruments, anything to do with art. But he can’t for the life of him play the lyre. If the string wasn’t so tough Penelope swears the lyre would’ve snapped when a young Telemachus tried to strum a tune

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Disloyalty - He’s not asking for blood sweat and tears, all he wants is one person to stay by his side of the rest of his life. He’ll never get with someone who betrays someone without good reason, even if it was just a friend or acquaintance. Loyalty is important to him!

Apathy - He believes every person should feel strongly for something. After all, it’s love that pushed his father to survive and his admiration of his father/protection of his mother that made him want to be a hero. He couldn’t be with someone who didn’t care about at least a few things strongly

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

It’s a bit different depending on the situation. In most cases it’s you two cuddling with his dog at the foot of your bed

Suitors (normal day) he’ll sleep lightly. Chest rising with a steady rhythm that puts you to sleep in minutes. He wakes up in the middle of the night at least twice a week. He’ll check over the room to see everything is fine before he drifts off again

Suitors (after a fight) he’ll be on edge. Coddling you as if to reassure himself you’re okay. Sometimes he’ll leave you for a few minutes to check his mother’s room to see if she’s okay. On the worst nights, after a scary interaction, you’ll both go to Penelope’s room. Her petting your heads until you both drift off

Without his dad he spends some nights awake. You in his arms, or without, he’ll stare at the ceiling and just think. Think about any and everything to do with his life and the lives of those around him. It’s best you stay asleep, he finds comfort in sleeping you so peaceful

After Odysseus returns this poor boy sleeps like a rock. Arms cradling you as if he’s awake while in reality the gods themselves could shake the earth and he’d be less the wiser. No snoring, only soft breaths and cute little mumbles when he first falls asleep. In the morning he’ll recount all his wild dreams to you in detail.

#telemachus epic the musical #telemachus epic #telemachus x reader #telemachus #epic the musical x reader #epic x reader #epic #epic the musical #epic the ithaca saga #epic odysseus #odysseus

69 notes · View notes

darknessisafriend · 2 days ago

Text

Commodus x reader NSFW Headcanons

Since some of you request it, here's some nsfw hc for our favorite emperor. I tried to write it so you could imagine both female or male reader <3

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

Commodus would get extra cuddly, snuggled against your chest, all soft and quiet. He would remain in the blissful state for a while, simply enjoying feeling your skin against his, your heartbeat slowing down just like your breathing. Often, he would fall asleep almost immediately, he was so sleep deprived that with you he was relaxed enough to finally recover some. If he didn’t fall asleep, he would call for a maid to bring a few snacks and ask for the baths to be ready. Sometimes even carrying you there, so you two could relax your sore muscles/spots; but that would be rare, he was too sleep deprived.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Commodus is a man who, for a long time didn’t really have a favorite body part, it was rather the opposite. He wasn’t that tall for a roman, he had a slight deformity of a shoulder blade, hale lip…that would be until you showed him that these traits made him who he is and was part of his charm. He would grow fond of his hair, thick and curly, soft under your touch, the way you grabbed them when he was between your thighs or the way you caressed them while cuddling. As the body part he prefers with you, it would be your lips, the way you smiled, called his name oh so needily, your tender kisses on his skin.

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

Commodus would love to make you taste him, watch you lick his fingers covered in his seed, your delighted expression. He would be able to moan from the sight itself, then kiss your lips, tasting how bad you were imprinted by him.

He would also enjoy to cum on your belly, he kinda has a breeding kink, anyway he loves the idea of having an heir, children, a family of his own. He would also feel rather blessed that you want this from him, his babies, his blood, whatever woman or man, that wouldn’t stop him from dreaming.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I’ll give you two! He loves to bottom with men, to be handled, pleasured mercilessly. He likes to keep your undergarments, in a pocket, when he is missing your presence romantically or sexually, he would take it out and close his eyes as he inhaled your scent, burying his nose in your panties.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think Commodus would be thatexperienced actually. He is the kind of boy to brag about past sexual experiences to feel like he belongs, to blend in with people. But in truth, he is speaking about things he heard or read of. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he is doing, the matter interests him a lot; from the starts he wants to be able to please you the best he can.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Commodus would love it when you ride his face, he would ask it of you almost every time. He would look at you from below, the way you bit your lower lip as you face fucked him, almost choking him between your thighs, his hands kneading your butt cheeks, humming at your taste, the way your legs trembled as you reached climax.

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

The first times of your relationship Commodus would be rather serious, you are the first to give him true attention, he takes that as seriously as the Empire. But he has that boyish spirit; with time he would get more relaxed, loving to tease you throughout the day, edging you during sex, giggling at your whimpers, your helplessness, loving that sweet torture, he only could give you. Afterwards he would often joke, loving to tickle you as you cuddled.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Commodus would be very well groomed, first, because he is a roman, they had a thing about body hair. So, he would wax his entire body hair when he is not on the field. His hair can be a bit messy though, but it’s usually because he struggles to fall asleep, so he keeps that sleepy look often, disheveled hair and sleepy eyes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic or rough/dirty.)

Depends on the mood. I believe he would be very sweet, desperate; he would be the kind of man able to cry after sex. Of course, when things in his life don’t go so smoothly, he would totally go for angry sex, a way to vent, to let go of boundaries, of the mask he wears all day along. He wouldn’t be patient like he is with the Senate, he would take what he wants, without restraints and make a mess out of you.

J = Jack off (Do they masturbate and how often)

Commodus would not masturbate that often, but it does help him to fall asleep after a tense day. Except when he’s been accumulating lack of sleep, he would lose his libido and stay away from anything sexual and would rather require comfort.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Commodus has a huge praise kink, he is craving approval and being told how good he is doing, what a good boy he is. It would greatly participate in his arousal during love making. Sometimes you would praise his sexual skills, but he would also love when you rewarded him for the good things he did during the day, the way he talked to a politician, or a good decision he took.

Also, he rather loves to be dominated because he lives it like guidance, a way to let go of all his responsibilities, all the pressure and just let someone handle it at his place. He would obey your every request and gladly receive a pat on the head after, or the right to bury between your legs.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Commodus loves taking baths, so naturally he would love to enjoy intimacy with you there. Whenever during the day, he could invite you to join him for a warm or refreshing bath. Servants knew he should remain unbothered when you joined him, they didn’t need to see, your moans would be enough of a proof.

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

When you voice your desires for him, what you like about him, what arouses you about him, the way you look at him. He gets very excited by the pleasure you feel during sex, when you call his name, your soft whimpers, when you tell him that when he does this or that it feels so good.

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

He wouldn’t be into humiliation, any reductive play wouldn’t turn him on; it would trigger his insecurities, remind him of the way his family treated him. Commodus needs to be pampered, feel protected and have his safe bubble where he can be vulnerable.

He wouldn’t enjoy hurting you during BDSM play, even if it makes you feel pleasure he would struggle to find pleasure in it, he is the kind to treat you like fragile porcelain, even if dominant and rough sometimes, he wouldn’t like to flog/spank you and such.

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

For oral sex, Commodus would love to give, he is the generous type but most of all he is a taster, he couldn’t get enough of your taste, he never wanted to forget it. The Emperor would be very hungry at that, every time you had sex, he would want to give you oral. Naturally, he wouldn’t be shy about it, his tongue licking your slit, burying in your hole while his nose teased your clit. He would be a quick learner, sensing when one thing pleased you more than another.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both; depends on his mood, though he wouldn’t stay long on slow pace, passion would take over and so the pace would increase, getting passionate, bestial almost. With time of course he would learn to control himself a little so he could please you better. He would find a liking into being slower, taking his time, memorizing your every breaths, moans, your eyes growing watery and your body more desperate.

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

Commodus would quite enjoy quickies. First, because he was a very busy man and often got caught up in his projects without seeing time pass. Having quickies would be a good compromise to have a break and dedicate time to you. It wouldn’t be just about that of course, since marrying you, Commodus would find himself needing you more and more, to part from the harshness of his position and dive back into your tender arms, even if for just a few minutes, it would save his sanity.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Like to try new things etc.)

Commodus is a man of great curiosity, he would naturally be up to experimenting in bed, and he was very open minded at that so you could suggest pretty much anything, and he would be up to give it a try. He wouldn’t often take the risk though; he finds comfort he things he knows but from times to times he would get excited about an idea enough to want to try it.

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

His stamina isn’t big, he is so touch starved that he doesn’t need much to reach climax but with small breaks he would be up for a few rounds, in fact he would never grow tired of you, he would be so afraid to lose you someday, afraid to forget you in old age…

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Commodus wouldn’t mind integrating toys into your sexual life, once again he would be curious to try them on you or himself, see how it feels, how different it is from a human body. That is also how he would end up asking you to peg him and that would really be a fun extra, to see him beg for you to thrust deeper as he arched his back. On the opposite, if you were a male lover he would ask to try what a female felt like, with some self-made toy or with a third female sexual partner.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

A LOT. When he would discover how a hand brushing on your lower back or your shoulders could give you goosebumps, he would keep testing. Pushing your boundaries more and more by making you sit on his lap to feel his hardened crotch, his hand slithering under your toga to tease your thighs, whispering lustful words in you ear until you begged him to go in his quarters and give you satisfaction. Of course, he would be into edging as well so getting in the bedroom wouldn’t especially mean instant relief, not until you begged him to be merciful.

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

Commodus would actually be pretty loud; he would whimper a lot as if he was suffering but in fact he would be under pure bliss. When he was more desperate it would turn into groans that would be slightly high pitched at the end. His noises would be truly addictive.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He is bisexual and enjoys experimenting, sometimes he would ask you to peg him, loving when you stimulated his prostate, giving him immense pleasure. He would love also that by doing so, he was completely at your mercy, his pleasure was yours, the pace, the intensity of your thrusts, your hand around his cock, his deliverance. He would be a controversial emperor but he wouldn’t give a damn, his sexual experimentations wouldn’t define the politician he was.

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

Rome doesn’t have great lingerie fashion; it is pretty much simple undergarments or nothing. Now, under those undergarments Commodus is rather normal, waxed, not too big or small according to roman standards. However, he has a great butt like marble ass of David Statue.

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

Rather high, he is very needy of you, for reassurance, to make sure you still desire him, that it is not his imagination tricking him. But it would be also to vent; Commodus has a stressful life, and making love would be the healthiest way for him to get rid of the pressure. You would pretty much make love everyday with, unless he was excessively tired from the day and training.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

tag list:

Commodus would instantly fall asleep; he is just exhausted all day along. It would actually prevent him from overthinking at night, he would just collapse from pure pleasure, nuzzled in your arms.

Thank you for reading and please don't hesitate to leave a comment ❤️

@skaravile @lyoongx @weirdflecksbutok @charlie-sisters @stardancerluv @sgtsavoytruffle @ohcarlesmycarles @rajacero @niniitah-ah @morrisonmercurryphoenix @fly-like-a-phoenix @thatdummy-girlr @galos-writing @pstvchld @chiclunatic

@hopelessdisasterr @buttergirlie @rosebloodstuffandthangss @clowndaddyfleck @jaylovesbats @dreamingmaria @just-a-fucking-comedy @lady-carnivals-stuff @sierraclegane @lemondedeniname @hvproductions @syvellsworld @papercut-paranoia @jokerflecker @bring-your-holy-water @five-miles-over @beatlebabe1996 @kfanniart @soulsfrostedheart18 @mayflower-gal @creativestorylove

#joaquin phoenix #commodus #commodus imagine #commodus x reader #emperor commodus

89 notes · View notes

thefandomsfervent · 1 day ago

Text

JayVik x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 21) - Phthalo Emerald (NSFW)

As of last chapter this is a jayvik x reader fic now. It is going to be a JayVik fic. Ft. Viktor being a quiet lover boy and JayVik smut. haven't written MLM +18 before so careful and I'm sorry in advance lol. it'll be marked by a breaker MDNI

Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom.

As much as daily chapters were fun to do, not feasible with my current work schedule. It may move to 2-4 days between releases now. stay tuned and Thank you for reading <3 Sorry it took so long for this update! I was in a wedding that I had to travel for and also holiday burnout. But I'm back with a vengeance.

╔═*✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*.·:·.✧-✦-✧.·:·.*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧*═╗

It had been a good morning for Viktor, he had awoken rested. Warm. Wrapped in Jayce's arms. This became a more familiar feeling. What was once ephemeral memories of rarely shared naps had turned into cuddling in bed together, warm broad hands rubbing into his legs and back. Jayce cologne settled into his pillows weeks ago. Cold mornings alone now were warm and slow starts to the day. Fleeting kisses and soft touches, drapes of cloth and linen. This morning was like all the others, and there was nothing that either of them would change about it. Aside from you.

Time had continued to pass as it always did, and their patience began to wane. Admittedly it was Viktor’s own that seemed to dwindle. Jayce seemed content with just having him for now. That didn’t stop Jayce from joining in on the teasing. Now he had both of you in this lab. His golden darling, and you. Who was not his just yet. But he could want you to be. And for now that was enough. Because he saw how you were watching him and Jayce. He saw your lingering glances. Your weighted gaze on where their hands held each other. Something that lit a fire in himself and in Jayce. It resulted in some... testing this morning. Gauging your reaction to their actions and eyes. Seeing how beautifully red you could get just from their gentle teasing. It made some primitive part of him imagine what more hands on approaches could do to you. Discussions that he and Jayce indulged in when the wine gifted from Mel would find itself in their glasses.

That would come later, much later if it needed to. Today all they had were words and time. That shyness that swept across your face when you heard him call Jayce, Zlato. A pink gone crimson when you heard your own endearment. If you had asked why Viktor would have gladly answered. Even if he preferred to keep such close sentiments to himself, he knew your love for imagery. He knew that if he told you why he had picked those words that you would have been putty in his palm. Zlato and Broučku each had their own meanings that he had chosen to share and that he chose to keep private.

Zlato meant darling, but it also directly translated to gold. Jayce Talis was golden to him. His tan, his energy. Where you drew him as the sun personified, Viktor thought of him as starlight. As a continuous pulsing of energy that ebbed and flowed, lighting the night sky on Viktor’s late nights. Something to look for, to be excited to see. To watch glow and twinkle. That smile so bright as if he was lit from within. Stars he didn't always get to see back in Zaun. The smoke from Zaun and light pollution from Piltover sometimes blocked out those celestial lights. But Jayce was like that to him. Moving and changing, part of history in a way that not everyone quite understood. A gold dusting across space and time. Like gold, he was soft and malleable. Like gold, he was still strong and desired. Like gold, he shone in the sun. Like gold, he deserved to be taken care of. Like gold, Viktor wanted to wear him on his skin.

And you? There was brouček, which was cuter. Little beetle. But broučku fit you better, he thought. When he imagined you, your always working hands, there was a buzzing behind his neck. Deep and thrumming in his ears. You had wormed your way into his lab. His life. His heart. Had burrowed under his skin. An iridescent sheen in his mind when he thought of you. Something that had truly hit him that morning after you had mixed your paints in the lab. As a scientist he understood your explanation and preference for correct terminology. But your laugh warmed his chest and soothed the mental aches being in the lab brought him. He couldn't help himself. Especially after your note where you kept the silly name, had crossed out your own words just to call back to his misnomer.

You had become embedded in him without him realizing. Despite there being the closeness that he and Jayce had shared he was certain that you were a part of him. A kind of stability that your presence had offered that he took comfort in. Regardless of if you became entwined in the romance he and Jayce shared, he knew that you would be a sweet constant.

Viktor sees your mind processing the nicknames, sees how your cheeks are impossibly ruddy, sees the way you fidget with your hands. You had laughed and relaxed. Still, whatever limits you had it seemed that they were about to hit them, so he taps Jayce’s hand and gestures to their table. A silent “Let us work now.” When Jayce turns around he is barely hiding all the affection Viktor knows he holds. It pours from that smile, gleaming in those happy hazel eyes. And it fills Viktor’s chest with his own. He can hear the tense breath you let loose when they both face their table. He can only imagine how your shoulders must relax without their focus on you. Can not help the last look he gives you. His eyes are catching yours. Your own watering from laughter. Viktor almost speaks. But you smile at him and any words catch in his throat. So he offers his own and gets back to work. The soothing sounds of all three of you working plays in the background.

As the day continues like normal there is a burning that had settled in him. There was a tenderness in today’s teasing, yes. But something in Viktor had been awoken by all that blushing of yours. It means that when you call it an early night he only waits until the door shuts to tug on Jayce’s tie. His golden partner was looking over his shoulder at calculations. Jayce says nothing at the action, simply waits. Having been victim to Viktor’s teasing in almost all its forms he knew better than to react too quickly now.

“Perhaps we should call it a night too.” is all Jayce needs to hear to lean into Viktor’s back. Eyes closing when he feels Viktor rise to stand. There’s no straightening of notes before they leave. Just a silent walk back to their rooms. Lately they had spent most nights in Viktor’s room, the mattress more comfortable on his leg. Tonight they stop at Jayce’s door.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Jayce sat on the bed patiently, his hand loosely fidgeting with the sheets as Viktor undresses. Jayce himself had already made it down to just his boxers, straining in the fabric just watching. An inaudible hitch in his throat when he sees how Viktor had loosened his tie. Two moles on the right side of his neck unveiling as the collar dipped open. Jayce can feel his own gaze travel down to those beautifully long fingers deftly working at buttons. Watching with a growing hunger. They had been so gentle and teasing this whole time they'd been together. More so before their talk to make it more. But tonight was different. And so he didn't want to forget a moment. He would catalogue it deep within his brain. Would make sure to remember every little thing he did right. Remember every movement Viktor made. A clearing throat pulls his gaze up.

Viktor’s small smug smile greeting him. Flushed cheeks. It's all he can do to not pull him down onto that bed right away. To kiss up and down every inch of the man before him. Instead, Jayce opens his arms wide. Asking. Pleading with his eyes, leaning forward without thinking. He tries to ignore the thumping of his heart. Jayce Talis was a lover. He was a man that had been with men and women, needed affection and to give it. Craved it. And with his partner here in his room that one simple fact about himself did not change. Only became exemplified. As soon as Viktor stepped between Jayce’s legs he could feel those tan arms wrap around his back. Feel them slide under the loose button up. Thick fingers splayed along his lower spine. He could feel Jayce’s lips trailing soft kisses, loving and slow up and down his stomach. The press of Jayce’s nose into his abdomen. Viktor wrapped his own arms around Jayce. He trailed his hands until they met with the nape of Jayce's neck. And how could he not chuckle at the sigh he heard in response? At the puff of air he felt in his skin as Jayce leaned into his touch and looked up through loving hazel eyes?

Jayce tries to stay focused, tries to not let the night become a blur of bodies and sensations. Leans into every kiss, committed to every action that has a taste and sound. Everytime his hands wander too low Viktor’s hands pull them away and up. When Viktor himself is only in his boxers he’s sitting in Jayce’s lap. Hands holding Jayce’s above his head, whispering about patience and behavior. Words that he wishes he could focus on. All he knows is that Viktor tastes like coffee today. Like home. Cold hands on his hot skin. Hips moving deep and slow, brushing against each other.

Viktor isn’t sure how long he’s kept Jayce at this point before he settles further down the bed. Trailing fingers over where Jayce has made a mess in his underwear. Reveling in the gasps Jayce can’t hide. In the way he twitches beneath the wet fabric. It’s deliciously pathetic. Makes him hungry. Lightheaded. When he fully presses his palm down Jayce curses, trying to stay still. A task quickly abandoned as Viktor continues to tease, until he’s panting and whining.

“Do you need more or could you finish like this?” Viktor’s voice is soft and admiring. A tone that is heavy with demand yet still asking. Jayce only nods, eyes barely open enough to see what Viktor’s doing. Crawling up for messy kisses and that hand never stops. “Vik I can’t, I’ll-” It takes an ear nip and a few well timed praises. A groan that rumbles deep in his chest, loud enough that Viktor can feel it in his own as a wet flood pulses through the fabric of Jayce’s boxers. He keeps moving, focusing on getting every last bit until he hears a whine.

"Can't wait anymore, let me touch you. Please. Let me make you feel good. " His voice is hoarse. Emotion that could be lust or love. It’s both but that didn't matter as his lips met skin and hands fumbled with the waistband of his underwear. "Wanna taste you. Can I?" Viktor just looked at him. A ring of amber barely visible around the blown pupils. Finally Jayce could feel that sense of pride. Drinking in every second of those mole and freckle covered shoulders heaving up and down. Loving every minute that he could be touching his partner. "Please V."

Viktor wants to deny him but impatient stuttering hips betray his resolve. He lifts them and nods, not trusting the voice rising in his throat to stay steady. Not when Jayce looks at him like that. Pouty kiss bitten lips parted to show that endearing tooth gap. He had no time to take in the cool air he’s suddenly exposed to. Jayce’s hands are already on him, pumping his length. All their heavy petting and grinding meant that it didn't take much to get him fully hard. So Jayce wastes no time in pushing him down, leaning forward on his knees. The pillows by his feet getting kicked off the bed as he settles and puts his mouth on Viktor. The hot muscle moving to make room and properly cradle the underside on each slow pass. Viktor could hide his first groan, but not the second.

Seeing Jayce’s brows furrowed together in concentration, those short thick lashes resting on the swell of Jayce’s cheeks. Especially not when Jayce hums as if he's content to be here of all places. Viktor can feel the back of his partners throat, kissing the head as Jayce tries to swallow around him. It's too much, too far and he wants to pull away. But Jayce is lifting Viktor’s hips. Pressing himself impossibly close, nose brushing against that patch of hair, taking in shaky breaths. His orgasm is fast. Too fast. Viktor can't warn him, all he can do is let his head lean back as he spasms. He can feel his leg twitch, a heel dogging into Jayce’s back, he can feel himself twitching as he cums. The wet heat of Jayce’s mouth staying there the whole time, slowing down his movements to draw it out as long as possible. When he finally pulls off Viktor is barely there. That bliss of another person warming his whole body. He can barely register the kisses on his inner thigh, just when they stop and he feels Jayce lay his head on a bony hip. Jayce hums when he feels Viktor's hands in his hair. A few strands stuck to his forehead, just getting his breathing together and they both relax.

“Again?” Viktor can feel Jayce pushing into his hand, head tilting to look up at him. Face so open and vulnerable, and absolutely drunk on the feeling of being there with each other.

“Incorrigible.” It doesn’t stop him from tightening the grip of his fingers in those dark brown locks.

╚═*✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*.·:·.✧-✦-✧.·:·.*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧*═╝

--.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙-Part 20-.-Next Part will be linked here.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .--

------------‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙· Master Fic List *̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊--------------

#personal pigments #arcane #viktor arcane #fanfiction #viktor league of legends #fanfic #x reader #viktor lol #jayvik #jayce talis #jayvik x reader #jayvik x you #smut

60 notes · View notes

mads-hemmo · 19 hours ago

Text

It’s Nice to Have a Friend - Jschlatt

Part 4

Reader has been lonely their whole life. They have never been in a relationship. They don’t understand why no one will love them but their best friend, Schlatt has always been in love with them.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 5

CW: the first part of this is straight up 18+, mdni. I will put that part in italic if you decide to skip it.

Schlatt watches in awe as you ride him. He lets out a hoarse moan every time you clench around him. “Does that feel good, baby boy? You like when I squeeze your cock? Such a good boy letting me ride you like this,” you praise him.

His big hands are glued to your hips as he assists you in bouncing on his dick. “Fuck you feel so good, Toots. You’re so tight,” he groans.

You lean down to kiss his opened mouth. You continue to ride him until you’re moaning his name. “Jay. Jay. Schlatt!” You yell except for the voice is not from you riding him but you laying beside him in reality.

Schlatt’s eyes shoot open. He looks to see what is going on in front of him. His arms have made their way around your waist and his erect bulge is pressed against your ass. He quickly gets off of you. “Oh my god, (Y/N). I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to,” he stammers, covering himself up with his blanket.

“It’s fine. You were just holding on to me really tight and you seem to have a bit of a problem you may want to deal with,” you tell, looking at his bottom half.

He quickly gets up. “Yeah. Once again I’m so sorry.” Schlatt rushes to his bathroom, locks the door then takes the coldest shower he possibly can. He can’t believe that not only did he cuddle you in his sleep, he also tried to fuck you. He knew sharing a bed was a very bad idea, but he couldn’t have Ted be the one cuddling you. Speaking of Ted, what the fuck was his deal last night? Why was he actively flirting with you like some girl he met at a bar in LA.

Schlatt quickly gets out of the shower, throwing on whatever clothes he can find. He sees you still on his bed, scrolling on your phone. You look up at him. “They must have been some hottie,” you say.

“Who?” Schlatt asks, confused.

“The person you were dreaming about obviously. You were moaning about in your sleep and your buddy seemed very alive this morning.”

Schlatt’s face turns beet. “Um yeah they were.” He definitely found you very hot. However, having a sex dream about your best friend while they are laying beside you is mortifying.

“Who was it? Who were you dreaming about?”

“It was nobody. I can’t even remember," Schlatt lies. He’d be fucked if you found out who he was really dreaming about.

“Oh c'mon. I’m your best friend. You can tell me what it was,” you plead.

Schlatt looks at you for a minute, thinking of a lie of who he could have been dreaming about. “Fine I’ll tell you. It was Megan Fox.”

“Transformers Megan Fox or modern MGK Megan Fox?”

“Uh Transformers,” Schlatt comes up with. He just tried to think of some hot celebrity and she was the first to cross his mind.

“Good choice. Didn’t think she was really your type,” you tell him.

“That’s why it was so strange. Is Ted still here?”

You shrug. “I would assume so since he never said bye.”

Schlatt nods making his way into the kitchen. He sees Ted sitting at his breakfast bar drinking coffee. “Morning. How’d you sleep?” Ted asks, looking up from his mug.

“Shitty,” Schlatt says.

“Aww, sleeping by the person you’re in love with didn’t go well?” Ted asks, mocking Schlatt.

Schlatt flips him off. “I fucking woke up cuddling them.”

“I’m not seeing the issue here? Did they not want you touching them?”

“I don’t know. All I know is I woke up with a fucking boner,” Schlatt groans, putting his face in his hands.

Ted starts laughing so hard, he almost spits his coffee out. “That’s too good. I’m so glad they ended up wanting to share a bed with you. I wish I could’ve seen their face.”

“Well, glad you think so. They wanted to share a bed with you.”

“With me? Why would they want that? They don’t know me,” Ted asks, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s hilarious because they thought you were flirting with them. Asked me if you were single,” Schlatt tells him. He is starting to feel so embarrassed for being jealous.

“Why would they-“ Ted stops then realizes. “Ohh that. I did that to piss you off.”

“You did what? You flirted with my best friend to piss me off? Why?” Schlatt felt himself getting angry. Ted used you to just piss him off.

“Because I wanted to see this. I wanted you to get so jealous that you actually admit your feelings just to make me stop. You don’t think they know something’s up?”

“They don’t know anything and they never will because they will never feel the same.”

Ted rolls his eyes. “You won’t know unless you tell them. They are probably waiting for you to make the first move.”

Schlatt sighs. “I don’t know. I just feel like if they wanted me, I would know it.” Schlatt feels so dumb about how much he likes you. He wishes he would know you felt the same, but that wasn’t possible. He would just have to suffer in his self pity and watch you fall in love with someone else.

As Ted and Schlatt talk, they hear you walk into the kitchen. They both look over at you. Schlatt’s heart stops when he sees you are wearing his tie dye hoodie with a pair of shorts. You look like a dream and it’s taking everything in him to not fuck you over the counter. He will blame it on Ted being here and not his anxiety over being around you.

“Are you hungry?” Schlatt asks you, trying to clear his mind.

You shrug. “I could eat. Do you have any breakfast food though?” You ask, making your way to his pantry.

“I’m not sure. I can’t remember when I last went to the store, but you can look,” Schlatt says.

You close the pantry. “I think I’m just going to go to Dunkin on my way home,” you tell him.

“Good choice. The coffee of my people,” Ted says, making you laugh slightly.

“I can order something for you if you want,” Schlatt offers, not wanting you to leave yet.

“Don’t worry about it. I need to go into the salon later today anyways. Thank you though.”

Schlatt just nods. He goes into his room to grab your backpack. He comes back into the kitchen to give it to you.

“Oh thank you. I would’ve forgotten it,” you say. “Here’s your hoodie.”

“Don’t worry about it. You can keep it,” he tells you.

You smile at him. “I’m heading out. Thanks for the sushi and movie night. Nice to meet you, Ted.”

Schlatt follows you out to the door. “Be careful. Text me when you get home safe. Let me know if you need anything,” he tells you.

“Of course. Bye Schlatt.”

“Bye Toots.” Schlatt closes the door.

“You’re already so whipped and you aren’t even with them,” Ted comments.

“Fuck you. When are you going home?”

“Aww you’re trying to get rid of me already?”

“I have a few videos to record. You can stay if you need. I’m just being bitter.”

“Ah it’s okay. I was about to head home anyway. Going to go see my parents before I head back to LA,” Ted says.

After a little while, Ted heads home and Schlatt goes into his office. He hops on Discord and sees a message from Aztro. ‘I’m not sure if Mika told you, but we have a show in New York coming up. You don’t have to come to the show, but we thought we could at least go hang out somewhere.’

‘Of course I want to hang and even go watch the show. Was there something specific you had in mind?’

‘We were thinking about going to a karaoke bar. Also invite (Y/N), we want to meet them.’ Mika adds.

Schlatt thought for a minute. Karaoke sounds nerve wracking, but he knew you would love it. ‘Sounds fun! I’ll let them know.’

‘Yay!’ Aztro replies.

Schlatt records a few sponsored videos. You in his hoodie doesn’t leave his mind. Neither does thinking about karaoke. Schlatt thinks of an idea of how to be honest with you, but he’s not sure if it will work. He ignores his anxieties and texts you about the karaoke bar.

A/N: Ahh part four is finally out!! I have the next two parts planned out so yay! Thanks to being snowed in, I have more time to write which is great. Thank you for your support! Hope you all enjoy!!

#chuckle sandwich #jschlatt #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt x reader #youtube #grumpy sunshine #ted nivison #it’s nice to have a friend #unrequited love

43 notes · View notes

satisfactionlevel · 3 days ago

Text

scorpius woke up to find albus standing in front of the mirror by the bedroom door, modelling with a pride flag.

(scorpius had been staying in albus’s house for a week. he insisted on not wearing his own fancy silk pyjamas, but to wear albus’s cotton pyjamas that came in a multipack instead. albus’s leg hair is itchy on scorpius skin when they cuddle up at night in the pyjamas shorts, but scorpius is not complaining.)

it was the day for their first muggle pride parade. the boys had been keeping their relationship a secret, they told everyone they needed to go to london for “muggle studies homework.”

(but everyone guessed they were dating already, because albus and scorpius were idiots in love, and it was literally impossible for anyone to not realise something was going on.)

albus was confused when he saw two muggle pride flags slotted in under his bedroom door this morning - who put them there? and how did anyone know?

(lily put them there. she overheard a conversation between ginny and draco. apparently scorpius confessed excitedly everything about their “master plan” to astoria’s portrait, not realising that draco heard everything. ginny and draco agreed to pretend not to know. lily approved. they all just wanted albus and scorpius to be happy.)

but as soon as scorpius put his arms around him, albus stopped worrying. as long as they’re by each other’s side, everything is good - it’s more than good actually, it’s everything albus ever dared to dream of. scorpius is everything. albus wasn’t certain of many things in his young life, but he knew in his guts that scorpius felt the same about him too.

it was going to be a beautiful day.

—

i love doing these little drawings of my boys!! more coming soon x

#scorbus #scorpius malfoy #albus severus potter #albus potter #harry potter and the cursed child #hpcc #albus x scorpius

27 notes · View notes

delulustateofmind · 3 days ago

Note

oof This is Love, Right is so AMAZING, i loved it a bit too much. my heart broke for the reader when she was soooo close to escaping them, but it all came crashing down - so sad, seriously.

i wonder if they have a preference for boy or girl and also if the kid is satoru, how does geto react and the vice-versa

❤ and thank you for sharing such masterpiece with us

TW: Toxic relationship dynamics, mentions of pregnancy/children, mentions of breeding/lactation kinks. MDNI

I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you so much! 🩷

Ahhh...in terms of children, those freaks wouldn't care. Geto would surely want girls or twins again. Gojo is well...happy to be there. However, the higher-ups would pressure for at least one of your children to look like Gojo. As for themselves, Gojo and Geto love each other so much that they would love each other's kids.

Now obviously when you have kids that leads to other issues.

Like Geto's breeding kink, oh, his poor breeding kink would go into overdrive. He would absolutely adore seeing you pregnant—he’d be thrilled by the sight of you swollen with their child. It’s not just a visual thing; he loves doting on you during that time, thriving on the closeness and the proof that you need him. For Geto, your pregnancy solidifies his control and affection. (I fear he wouldn't let any of the maids touch you, so uh good luck spending nine months would him)

Gojo has unfortunately a lot of deeply ingrained issues, like being taken away from his parents way too young, which would lead to mommy issues. So when you're lactating. He'd develop a sort of fixation on it, barely saving enough for the kids, and once your milk starts drying up, he'd be ready to give you another one.

You're probably going to (unfortunately) end up with a lot of children. Producing more powerful sorcerers for the world and if there's an occasional non-sorcerer they'd be fine with that.

Now to add onto this how do the kids react to your situation:

Geto is extremely good at manipulation. As soon as your children are old enough to understand and remember things, he’d start planting the idea that you’re “sick.” That’s why you can’t leave, and that’s why you sometimes get “delusional” or lash out at him and Gojo. However, after one escape, Geto did snip your Achilles tendon, so good luck running after that.

So how do the children react, Naturally, they just believe him. Why would their dads lie to them? Their dads are heroes, the strongest, and honored. Who takes care of their sick mother who lashes out due to an illness. So, unfortunately, anytime you try to plead with them or tell them the truth, they'd think you're just "sick" and would probably cuddle you, tell you how much they love you, trying to make you feel better until your "meds" kick in. They'd likely pick up yandere tendencies themselves, thanks to the lovely example their fathers are setting. <3

Sorry for the ramble! I just know others commented about certain situations so I figured I'd just yap about it now.

#Anon asks #Snail yaps #“This is love” asks #forehead smoochies for anon

27 notes · View notes

callsign-dexter · 11 hours ago

Text

Surprise at the Station

Request: Hi how are you? 💛

Please a The Rookie Tim Bradford x Shy!Adopted!Daughter!Reader? Like the shy!reader wanted to surprise her adoptive dad Tim at the police station but he’s patrolling. When he came back at the police station, he found shy!reader and her jock best friend along with his friends pulling rope against Nolan, Lucy and Angela.

https://youtube.com/shorts/1b_mCsCXSKQ?si=0fpOzOgGB64P9KbK

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Shy!Adopted!Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Masterlist

You wouldn't consider yourself popular but somehow you ended up being friends with the entire baseball team, but the main ones were Rye, Jaxxon, Michael, Kyle, Bryan, and Layton. Your friend and your crush and vice versa, Rye Cooper, probably had something to do with that. You were shy and pretty much stuck to yourself. Your dad, Tim Bradford, wasn't too keen on you having a boy as a friend but he treated you well and took care of you. Then again you and Rye had been friends since middle school. A lot of people thought that they only kept you around because you were extremely smart but that was far from the truth. You tutored them and unlike most jocks they were extremely willing to learn.

Tim became your father just as soon as you went into 5th grade. Your mother abandoned you when you were a baby and your father, a fellow police officer, died when you finished 4th grade in the line of duty. Your father and Tim were best friends since the police academy and he had put it in his will that you would be adopted by Tim. Tim of course knew about it and it was a full on yes. Tim loved you like his own and you loved him like a daughter would a father. It took a while until you called him dad but once you did your relationship just blossomed.

Any chance you got to mess around with your friends you took it and it was a blast. Now you may be thinking that they would get you into trouble but they weren't like that especially towards you. They never did anything to put their lives, your life, or their careers in jeopardy. In all honesty they looked out for you. Today just happened to be one of the days when you got to mess around with your friends at the police station. The Mid-Wilshire Division police station was going to be having an open house/career day open to the public and a fundraiser for the police department and the school. Since it was a fundraiser for the school, they asked the sports teams some students to volunteer and since Tim was your father you were automatically volunteered. “Remember you're coming straight to the station after school.” Your dad said that morning after you had walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day.

“Yes, I remember.” You said as you grabbed something to drink and put it in your school bag. “Today is half a day before going on winter break so we'll be there early.” You said and he nodded knowing who you were talking about.

“Ok I'll see you later. Be safe and follow the laws.” He said as he followed behind you.

“Darn there goes my plans.” You said smirking and he rolled his eyes and hugged you kissing your head and then gently guiding you out the door. “I love you!” You said shouting over your shoulder.

“I love you too!” He shouted back as he watched you get into your Jeep and head to school. He shook his head and smiled. He was lucky to have you.

—

When you got to school you were greeted by Rye and the others and hung out before school actually started. You all chit chatted about anything especially the show you all had in common and talked about the newest episode. “So do we all agree to follow Y/N after school to the police station?” Rye asked as he slung an arm around your shoulders and you instinctively cuddled into him, sending electricity through the both of you.

“Yes.” Everyone said or nodded.

“Great! I'll show you where to park. It shouldn't be too much of a hassle. We'll need to take some supplies too.” You said as your phone dinged and you looked at reading the text from your dad.

“Oh, that's right.” Jaxxon said “Dad reminded me this morning.” He added. His father was a teacher at the school along with the baseball coach and one of your dad's best friends. Yes, your father, Tim Bradford, had friends and yes it shocked him and you teased him about it. As the conversation picked back up leaving the topic the bell was ringing not too long afterwards.

School was long despite it only being a half day but you chalked it to being you excited about the activities that would be happening. Finally, after the last bell rang you were jumping up out of your seat and headed to the door just as Rye had stopped you. Without a word the both of you headed out of the classroom and to your lockers getting everything you needed and putting back what you didn’t need. “I’ll meet you at your truck.” He said and you looked up at him.

“Sounds good.” You said and he smiled and parted ways. You were quick to get what you needed and then headed out to the parking lot where you saw the boys hanging out around your truck and you smiled. These were your friends and you were proud to call them that. You stood there admiring them when Jaxxon spotted you.

“There she is! About time you showed up!” He said jokingly and that put a smile on your face.

“Ha ha very funny. Unlike you I actually had to get books out of my locker.” You teased as you walked up to him and a collective of laughs went around but a smile was on his face and yours. This is how everyone acted around each other and you loved it. “Now, we need to get going before we’re late.” You said.

“Yes ma’am.” Everyone said and you chuckled as you watched everyone get into their vehicles and so did you. You led them to the station and parked where you were told days ahead of the fundraiser. Once parked and everyone got you the whole lot of you went into the police station to be met with Grey.

“Hello Y/N.” He said once he spotted you.

“Hey, dad around?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No, he is still out on patrol but gave me very clear instructions to tell you where to go and what to set up.” He said and you chuckled.

“Sounds just like dad.” You chuckled and so did everyone else. So, the lot of you listened and as you were listening Rye had gotten closer to you and your pinkies were touching sending electric shocks up the both of you. Once very clear instructions were given everyone was off to do what they were told.

You got to the spot where the fundraiser was going to be and started to set up. Jaxxon had brought his truck around with all of the equipment needed for the day. While setting up everyone was laughing and music was being played through Kyle’s phone and portable speaker. Rye stayed close to you as you worked on getting and you didn’t mind that it was happening, in fact you wanted to get closer to him but couldn’t be too suspicious especially with your Aunt Angela lurking around. As you were almost finished a familiar voice called out to you and you recognized it as Nolan’s. “Hey Y/N/N!” He shouted and you turned to his voice.

“Nolan! What’s up?” You asked as he had gotten closer.

“Well, Jackson, Harper, Angela, and I were setting up the tug-of-war rope and decided to give you all a break and come see if you can beat us.” He said and you smirked and looked at Rye who had the same expression.

“Oh, you’re so on. It’ll be me, Rye, Jaxxon, and Kyle against the four of you. You know, to make it even.” You said smirking your father’s smirk that you picked up from him.

“Oh, you’re so on.” He said playfully and headed over while you called the other two over and told them what would be happening and they were on board with it. You four walked over to the other four and got into position. The eight of you picked up the rope the others were crowding around as Michael held the rope in the middle where the flag was.

“On your marks. Get ready. Go.” He said and took a step back and the game began. It was a lot of back and forth and you had to admit they were strong but the four of you were stronger. There was cheering all around but everyone had a smile on their faces and were encouraging their team on.

Lucy and Tim had just gotten back to the station after being out on the road all day. As they pulled their shop into the garage it was strangely empty and quiet. This raised Tim’s suspicions and he had to get to the bottom of it. “Come on Lucy.” He told her and she nodded and hurried after him. As they traveled throughout the station looking for anyone, they hardly saw anyone. They were about to call it in when Smitty was spotted coming from a room where food and drinks for the fundraiser were being kept that hadn’t been put out just yet.

“Smitty, where is everyone?” Lucy asked

“Oh, everyone is out in the parking lot.” He said keeping his answer vague which is just like him and he walked off.

“Thanks for the help.” She said and he held up his hand which had the drink and walked off.

“Well let’s go see what everyone is up to.” Tim said and she nodded as they went to the parking lot as they got closer, they heard laughter and cheering. Just as they walked outside, they saw the 4 teenagers and 4 officers playing tug-of-war everyone was yelling and giving orders and Tim just stood there in disbelief but a smile crept onto his face and he actually began laughing which shocked Lucy but it made her smile and laugh too.

“So, this is what they were up to?” She asked and Tim laughed.

“Looks like it. It also looks like 4 teenagers are going to win.” He said laughing and just about that time the flag crossed over to your side and the other 4 went down. You 4 shouted in victory and Rye picked you up, spun you around, and kissed you unexpectedly but you didn’t push back you kissed him back. Tim was definitely surprised and shocked so shocked he didn’t say anything. After a minute he smiled and accepted it, if he had to choose anyone for you it would be Rye.

“Are you ok with that?” Lucy asked

“Yea, yea I am.” He said as he watched Rye gently put you down and then you spotted him with a wide smile.

“DAD!” You yelled out and came running over to him.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He said hugging after you ran into his arms.

“Did you see it?” You asked and he nodded smiling.

“I sure did and it was a surprise for sure. Now you know you can’t let them down from it right?” He asked

“Oh absolutely.” You said giggling. “I need to go help and finish setting up.” You said and he nodded and smiled.

“Go.” He said giving you a hug and a kiss to your head. When he released you, you ran off to help the others and Rye was right by your side. Tim was definitely surprised at the events that he walked into but you knew you would be well taken care of.

Tag list:

@callsigns-haze

@kmc1989

@els-marvelvsp

@atarmychick007

@nyx2021

@grandstrangerphantom

@angenu01-blog

@twistersmaverick

@callsign-revenge

@bellsbomb

#tim bradford x daughter!reader #tim bradford x daughter!reader imagines #tim bradford x daughter!reader fandom #tim bradford x daughter!reader fanfiction #tim bradford x daughter!reader fanfic #the rookie x daughter!reader #the rookie x daughter!reader imaginesthe rookie x daughter!reader fandom #the rookie x daughter!reader fandom #the rookie x daughter!reader fanfiction #the rookie x daughter!reader fanfic #the rookie imagine #the rookie imagines

27 notes · View notes