#loser x reader

[reareaotaku]

Yandere! Loser

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Yandere Loser is obsessed with you even though you're out of his league Yandere Loser stalks you and takes candid photos of you Yandere Loser drools over your hairbrush that he stole and puts on your chapstick Yandere Loser will tie up and torture anyone he thinks is to close to you Yandere Loser doesn't care if he's crazy as long as he can watch you Yandere Loser who watches you behind a corner, smiling to himself Yandere Loser draws pictures of you in all his sketchbooks Yandere Loser has journals filled with facts about you [From your likes to dislikes, to your mother and father's ethnicity] Yandere Loser doesn't care about rejection. You'll love him soon enough just you wait Yandere Loser scares the shit out of you Yandere Loser who has no friends Yandere Loser well, he considers you a friend Yandere Loser who doesn't hear what you say. It goes in one ear and out the next Yandere Loser has never kissed anyone and his mother is also crazy [But that's a story for another time] Yandere Loser wants your first kiss to be perfect [And if you're tied to a chair, gagged, in his basement, so be it]

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Which one of these would you be most interested in reading? I have some idea’s but idk if people would enjoy them if I wrote them.

Leave suggestions in the comments if you don’t see something you’d be interested in!

[tearfulkisses]

I love loser yanderes (optional, tbh), so much it's actually disgusting. For some reason, my brain associates losers with high intelligence, and that is what makes me insane. Like, do you mean this disgusting loser is smart as hell and uses his intelligence in a way to win you over? Wow, where did my clothes go? We can be losers together. I'll be the dumb one, and you can be the smartest loser. Loser virgin who can't even hold your hand but is smug when he does something book smart. <333

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[gofishygo]

ok guys but hear me out..,

back before simon was drafted and he was still working in some butcher around the outskirts of manchester, he remembers a little bakery a few blocks down from his shop. although never particularly crowded, he's noticed the older locals go by in the mornings for coffee, kids guided in by their parents after schools to get a snack. but he doesn't seem to lounge in the corner of that cafe for either of those reasons- instead, he finds himself fawning over the pretty baker.

and you're nice to him, too- always smiling when you see him around, voice so sweet when you're at the butchers to buy some meat for the pies, sneakily trying to slip him a discount whenever he goes to buy a sandwich- 'hospitality workers gotta stick together, right?' it's no wonder that he finds himself falling for you, a stupid puppy crush that he tries, and occasionally fails, to suppress. and sometimes, simon lets himself believe you like him too, with the way the blood rushes to your cheeks when you spot him across the shelves, with he notes how you nearly fumble a frothing pot of milk when caught staring at him. it's a little attempt of young love that he thinks will be smothered out as he gets older.

but now it is twenty years later, he is working with the sas, and he is meant to be dead. but simon finds himself strolling his hometown, genuinely surprised that he sees the cafe still up, that he sees you, still working behind the display cabinets. you're older now, more mature, but your smile is just as pretty as it was those years ago. and he sees that glimmer of recognition in your eyes, how your head perks up at the sight of his figure outside of the window.

ghost smothers his cigarette and bins it before walking through the doors. may as well pay the bird a visit.

[devil-in-hiding]

loser!Simon who the guys tease into approaching you at the pub, snickering amongst themselves as they watch the way Simon stiffly makes his way towards where you sit alone in your little booth

only to stare, gobsmacked 15 minutes later as they watch a very shocked, wide eyed Simon be dragged out of the booth, looking back at them with awe in his eyes as you lead him towards the exit

all he had done was ramble about the latest tea he had tried, asking if you’d like to try it with him sometimes

[yuwuta]

satoru puts his glasses on your face whenever he thinks you’re giving him bedroom eyes in public bc he really cannot stand to think about it or you for too long or he’ll be walking around hard in his pants for the rest of the day. the thing is, you’re not even trying half the time, but that doesn’t stop him—you flirt with him a bit too much, bat your lashes the wrong way, or even smile at him a little too long and he’s already feeling warm in the face and satoru knows he doesn’t have the self control to stop his thoughts so he has to stop you. he’ll promptly stick his sunglasses on your face and turn away with a sigh like they’re some kind of last minute sexual deterrent. 

it’s not because then, if satoru thinks too hard, he gets stuck on the image of you in his glasses, of you in his clothes, of you in anything that belongs to him and that’s way worse then you smiling prettily at him or saying his name or touching his arm. so, then he has to kiss you, and then take his glasses back, so he has something to hide the burning blush on his face.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Sleepy!Reader X Pushover!König?

Konig kidnaps a sleepy girl who doesn't give a fuck that she is kidnapped. A dream come true. You are quite cranky when woken up prematurely - so Konig dims the lights in all the rooms. Makes his bedroom soundproof not only to silence the sounds of your screams but also because he doesn't want to wake you up suddenly. He has the grace of an elephant in a tea cup shop, so he learns how to be soft, quiet, just for you. A warm hand rubs your hair, allowing you to lean into the touch. Konig smiles each time, kissing you softly. You murmur something in your sleep, looking absolutely adorable. Konig almost rethinks breaking your ankles so you could never leave the bed again. He resolves on a half measure - chaining you to a bedpost, occasionally letting you out for a bathroom break or some light stretching. He used to allow you to take baths on your own, a bit too shy to invade your privacy and a bit of pushover wile obeying your whining, but you fell asleep in the warm water - almost slipped down, almost drowned. Dumb girl, his precious girl - he is watching you like a hawk now, knowing he can't let you be off to your own devices. He doesn't want to call you stupid, but you are silly. You're silly, dizzy, and he is utterly whipped. Hates using his smartphone, but bought the latest Samsung for the best pictures of his sleepy girlfriend. Konig is enough of a pushover to not fuck you in your sleep - he wants you to be aware, to like it. To press your body closer to his and smile as he pushes his cock even further. You're adorable, really, and Konig wants to see you like him. You allow him to fuck you because he provides everything for you - even kidnapped and chained to the bed, and you find yourself kinda liking the situation. He brings out the best mattress and softest bedsheets, buys you an army of plush toys. Plays with your cunt while you hug one of the pillows, inhaling soft laundry scent. This is perfect - and you don't have to perform for anyone. Konig likes your bed hair and your sleepy expressions. He smiles when you blush and brings a kiss to your temple before diving in to fuck you properly. It's almost perfect, really.

[matchamiko]

Teaching Dabi how to eat pussy the way you like it but he’s so desperately sloppy and messy about it that you just hump his face with one hand gripping his hair and the other tight on your own throat.

He’s inexperienced, mostly, he doesn’t give often if not at all to the partners he’s had in the past, few and far between; but then you came along and all of a sudden he’s offering and begging and demanding. He’s so used to seeing pussy eating in porn, in magazines that he’s got no rhythm, no method, no thought behind his guzzling and slurping and biting. So when you anchor yourself to him with a frustrated little whine, lifting your hips and grinding smoothly and sweetly against his tongue and his nose; Touya swears sees new colours and hears new sounds. The wet click of your cunt against his lips and chin, the shuddering of your thighs either side of his head, your mumbles and gasps against your constricted throat, and your encouraging praises of him just staying right there, just like that Touya. He cums loud and wet as he looks up at you through his lashes, half angry that you’re not teaching him like you said but half insane over the state of you, using him to your heart’s content.

[azzo0]

Most people keep a picture of their beloved ones in their wallet, but Bakugo Katsuki has the wrapper of the first chocolate you gave him. Yes, a wrapper. 

He still remembers it clear as day. You guys were still in your first year of UA, and he was glaring at you, or so you thought, but he was just trying not to blush as he watched you. You assumed he was staring at you because you had a packet of chocolates on the table in front of you. 

"If you wanted chocolate, you could've asked," you grinned, giving him a chocolate, blissfully unaware of the effect it had on his poor heart.  

Katsuki, who hated chocolates, found himself grumbling and accepting it. He unconsciously played with the wrapper for a few hours until he kept it in his wallet. 

He's changed a lot of wallets in the span of ten years after that, but the wrapper still remains. The once bright cardinal colour has faded into a muted shade. Its crispy wrapper is now soft with rough edges after being kept in leather for so long. It will remain hidden in his wallet, making him smile whenever his eyes land on it. 

Because it was the first-ever chocolate he'd received from his precious wife. 

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Saw Smooches

Synopsis: You've been dating Leo for a month now, and it's been going pretty good so far! There's only one issue…he hasn't kissed you yet! You devise a plan to change that.

Leo Myers (oc) x reader

Word count: 4,932

Warnings: Mentions of the movie Saw (non-descriptive)

Gn! reader

cross posted on my ao3

Divider/banner credit goes to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

I wrote a majority of this in the middle of the night while eating cold pizza because my roommate was asleep and I didn't want to wake them up. The only acceptable writing conditions.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I'm writing a bunch of little one-shots of first kisses with my ocs, so I hope those pique your interest!

The first thing you noticed about your boyfriend when he opened the door to his apartment was how nervous he seemed to be. 

Of course, you weren't surprised. You and Leo hadn't been dating all that long, only about a month to be exact, and he had been a bundle of nerves for the entirety of that time period. This was his first relationship after all, and you knew he just wanted to make sure he was doing everything right, even though he had no clue what he was meant to do. He had been so nervous about going too fast or making you uncomfortable, he hadn't even built up the nerve to hold your hand until the third date you two went on. It was simply too much for him to handle at once, and more often than not, you were the one who had to initiate any form of intimacy, no matter how small or insignificant.

You couldn't deny how cute his nervousness was, how cute he was, but at the same time, you were frustrated. You appreciated how considerate he was trying to be towards you and your comfort, you really did, but it was too slow. You needed more. You needed to grab his hand and hold on tight, you needed to cuddle up close to him, you needed to feel the warmth of his body against yours, you needed the warmth of his lips against yours. You needed him, but despite the hints you had been dropping, Leo had remained physically distant, trying to be respectful of your potential boundaries, while being completely oblivious to your actual needs. It was driving you crazy, you had to do something about it.

So, you hatched a plan. Leo was nothing if not generous, so when you casually, almost flippantly mentioned you'd like to do a movie night together, he was quick to offer up his apartment for the date, as you expected him to. It wasn't meant to be a fancy date, you specifically told him not to bother dressing up for it, it was just meant to be a relaxing, chill night together. You two decided to order pizza, Leo refusing to let you pay for it, as per usual, and the date was set, both of you marking it on your calendars.

It was the perfect opportunity to strike. Leo would be the most comfortable he'd ever been during one of your dates (at least, you hoped he would be), in the safety of his own home, in comfortable clothes, relaxing as much as possible. You'd even let him pick the movie, if it would help him chill out. 

And luckily, if all went well, you'd finally be able to do what you had been craving for long, before the two of you even started dating. You were going to kiss him. 

Now you were here, at his doorstep, the day of your movie night finally upon you, and you were practically about to jump your boyfriend's bones already. He looked so adorable standing there, in his sweatshirt and sweatpants, his messy brown hair falling over his glasses, hiding parts of his green eyes from your view. Despite that, you could see the nervousness in his face, his eyes gazing at you longingly for a moment before shyly flicking away, looking anywhere but where you were. His hands were wringing together, his entire form looking tense and shaky as he waited for you to enter his apartment. 

"...Hey. You look..." His eyes traced your form, his fingers pinching at his skin as he fought to find the words to speak next. "Nice. You look really nice."

"Hey." You greeted back, shifting from foot to foot. You weren't dressed in anything special, you had just thrown on the most comfortable clothes you could find, but even then, he still found you attractive. Lord, you wanted to kiss him. You had to fight to keep your gaze away from his lips, it was too early in the night to scare him off. Not yet, you couldn't give in yet. "Are you going to let me in?"

Leo's eyes widened slightly, as if he had just realized he was still standing there, blocking the doorway. "Oh, yeah! Sorry, please, come on in!"

He moved off to the side, allowing you enough room to finally step into the apartment in front of you. It was a nice place, with a whole living room area set up directly in front of you, the kitchen nestled behind it. There was an awkwardly placed table in an empty space next to the kitchen and behind the living room, big enough to sit at least four or so people, a couple of plates and two big pizza boxes stacked on top of one another. There was also a big bottle of coke, as well as a couple bottles of water, all lined up neatly in a row beside the pizza boxes. The whole place looked well-kept, and you noted with a hint of amusement that the living room area smelled heavily of apple cider. Leo must have sprayed the whole place down before you arrived, maybe a little too much. Still, you appreciated the thought. 

You heard the door creak shut behind you, the lock clicking into place with a light thunking noise. "My roommate isn't here right now, she's on a date with her girlfriend, so we won't have to worry about disturbing her." Leo's voice rang out behind you, his voice surprisingly steady for how shaky he had seemed a moment ago. You turned around to look at him, debating whether to say something or not, but he kept going, his hands still fiddling nervously with each other. "I got the pizza before you got here so that we wouldn't have to wait, but we don't have to eat right now if you don't want to. We can also eat wherever we want, it doesn't have to be on that table, I just put the food there because I was a little worried Mikey would get into it. I got some soda, but I also have water if you don't want any of that, I think we also have some juice in the fridge-"

"Hey, slow down, no need to be so nervous!" You cut through your boyfriend's nervous rambling, shooting him a reassuring smile. You moved toward him, quickly grabbing his hands in yours before he had a chance to put them in his pockets, or hide them behind his back. "I love how thoughtful you are, so don't worry. It means a lot that you were even willing to pay for the food. You're so sweet, you know that?"

Leo's face was getting really red, the tips of his ears especially so, but he seemed to be trying his best to stay calm, his fingers gently tightening around yours. This was a good start. You were warming him up. Hopefully, this would help him get a little more comfortable with your touch. "I...thanks. I just wanted to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible."

"And it will." You reassure, beaming at him happily. "This is supposed to be a relaxing, low-key night, remember? Everything will be fine." You grip his hands tighter, releasing one hand so that you can stand next to him, rather than in front of him. "Now c'mon, why don't you show me around this place? It would be nice to know where everything is."

Leo's face was still beat-red, but he nodded, walking slowly forward, you in tow. He awkwardly led you through the living room and the kitchen, place you had already become familiar with at just a glance, showing you everything you might need to know for future visits. He led you down the hallway of his apartment, pointing out where Natalia's bedroom and bathroom were (obviously you two didn't go in to her bedroom; that would have been a massive invasion of privacy), before leading you to his own room, his free had slightly trembling as he twisted to knob and let you inside.

His room was about what you expected it to be, but it was still really cool to see where he spent most of his free time, where he felt most comfortable. He had a crap ton of movie posters hung around the walls, a couple of other, unrelated posters dotted in between them where there was space. He had some knick-knacks strewn about on his shelves, which were kind of messy, in a charming way. His bed was an amalgamation of colorful, fluffy blankets, all laid neatly on top of each other, a black comforter buried at the very bottom. He had a couple of smaller, silkier blankets on the very top, probably baby blankets if you had to guess, and you smiled at the sight, resisting the urge to grab Leo's face and smash your lips onto his right then and there. Lord, he was such a nerd. You loved him.

The most prominent thing of all though, were the bears. There were a ton of bear plushies, all looking to be from the same brand, some hanging from hooks on the ceiling. Others, bigger ones without loops on their heads, sat neatly on Leo's bed, staring out into the wider room as they patiently waited for bedtime. He even had a little figurine of them, one that sat amongst the other random objects on the top of his bookshelf. 

Your hand slowly released Leo's as you walked further into the room, going towards his bed. You picked up one of the bears sitting there, a blue one, a set of furry, pajama-like clothes sewn into it's body. It's massive white eyes stared back at you, its claws laying on its legs, right next to a little bow placed directly on its chest. It was really cute, you could see why Leo had so many of them. "Wow, you have a ton of these little bear dudes. You like them a lot, huh?"

Leo shuffled behind you, walking towards the bed, until he was right next to you. He picked up another bear, one that looked exactly the same as the blue one you were holding, except its fur and clothes were black, not blue. "I...yeah. I collect em. I think they're really cute. They can be expensive, but I add on to the collection when I have money to spare."

You placed the blue bear down, looking up at the ceiling, where more hung. "They are cute. When did you start collecting?"

"When I was a teen." He replied, following your line of sight, staring up at the bears with you. "I also have a couple of stickers, and some clothes of them. Actually, the sweatpants I'm wearing are from the same brand. There's a little picture of one of them on one of the legs."

Oh?" You turned to look at his pants, letting out a small laugh when you saw were he was pointing. There was indeed a picture of one of the bears on his black sweatpants, its colorful appearance hard to miss on the dark fabric. How had you missed that? "...You're so cute, you know that?"

Leo's face erupted into red once again, his throat bobbing nervously as he swallowed, his eyes immediately looking away from you. "I uh, I didn't know that. Thank you..."

Resisting the urge to snort at his embarrassment, you take the lead, heading out of his room and back into the wider apartment, where the food was at. "Wanna eat?"

"Sure, feel free to sit wherever." He followed behind you, his hands stuffed firmly in his sweatshirt pocket. You could see the outline of his hands, still fiddling intensely with each other, even when hidden from view. You wondered how long it would take for him to kick that habit. "You have a movie you wanna watch in mind?" 

"Yeah, I do!" You picked up one of the nearest plates, opening up the pizza box on the top of the stack. To your delight, it was your favorite type of pizza, probably on top so you could serve yourself first. He must have remembered you mentioning it offhandedly, although you yourself couldn't remember the exact moment you had told him. "Can we watch Saw? I've wanted to watch it for a while."

You're no exactly lying, you have wanted to watch it for a while, although your reasoning was more related to Leo than you would let on. He loved that franchise, he talked about it constantly, he even had a shirt he would wear often (and as it turns out, a poster of it hanging in his room). You loved listening to him ramble about it, it was one of the few times his nervousness melted away and he let his true excitement show, but you kind of wished you were able to join in on the conversation, or that you had a deeper understanding of what he was talking about. You were hoping to change that a bit tonight, despite how many of the movies there were. 

"Really!?" He asked, excitement entering his gaze. His hands stilled inside his pockets, his nervousness temporarily forgotten at the prospect of watching and sharing a movie he loved with someone he loved. If this didn't help relax him a little more, you weren't sure what would. "I mean, sure, as long as your ok with the violence. You won't mind the gore, will you?" 

You shook your head. "Nah, it'll be fine. And besides, if it gets to be too much, I'll just shut my eyes." Or bury your face in his chest, but you weren't going to leak your plans just yet. "Can we eat on the couch?"

Leo watched intently as you poured yourself a cup of the coke before placing a couple pieces of pizza on your plate, the excitement never leaving his green eyes. "Of course! It's more convenient anyway, the tv's more visible from there." He grabbed his own plate, reaching for the pepperoni pizza underneath your pizza box and grabbing a couple slices for himself. "The first movie's not that bad in terms of gore, not compared to the later movies at least, but there's still some gross scenes that I know get to people, so I wanted to make sure you'll be fine with it. It's a good movie though, minus some bad acting, which I actually think makes it better. The only downside is that John Kra- I mean, the main villain isn't in it much, but he gets introduced in two, so if you like the first one and you want to watch two, you'll get to see more of him-"

A small smile made its way onto your face as you listened to your boyfriend prattle on, clearly enthusiastic about your selection. You were glad he was so happy, it would help to put him at ease, and besides, you loved when he rambled. You loved his voice, and the way he described things. You would be happy to hear him talk all throughout the movie, if it meant you could listen to his voice. You couldn't wait until the movie started. 

The two of you finished up making your plates, carrying your food and drinks to the table in front of the couch before sitting down, dragging the table close enough to reach while you ate. Leo grabbed his remote, flicking on the tv before scrolling through his streaming services, looking through them until he found the first Saw movie. He pressed play, and without anymore delay, the movie began, the captions popping up as soon as audio began to play. You both settled down, your eyes trained on the tv as you began to eat.

There was just one problem: You two were sitting on the opposite sides of the couch. That wasn't too much of an issue while you were actively eating, sure, but what about after? What about when you were both done with your food, when there was nothing to do besides watching the movie, when you were ready and open for his touch? Something needed to change, and that would start with scooting closer to Leo as stealthily as possible, until he caught on that you wanted to be near him. 

You started slow, shifting over to your left ever so slightly, moving a centimeter at a time. He didn't seem to catch on, his eyes mostly on the tv screen, but whenever he did look at you, you made sure to halt your movements, leaving him oblivious to your intentions. It took you a solid ten or so minutes to get close enough for him to understand what you were doing, the slight brush of your hand against his enough to tip him off that you were right there. You were sure he had figured out a long time ago, he had been looking a bit tense for several minutes now, but he hadn't said or done anything until this moment, probably too afraid to scare you away, if you had to guess.

It was a good thing you weren't easily scared, least of all by him. 

Slowly, as if trying to placate a frightened animal, you shifted your hand, moving it further and further onto Leo's own, until your fingers were intertwined tightly with his. He didn't move away, in fact curling his fingers tightly between your own, and you took that as a sign to continue moving closer, until your side was pressed directly against his. It was nice, to be so close to him, but you needed more. You needed way more.

"Can we..." 

He looked to you, a nervous sort of desperation shining in his eyes. "I...yeah. Please."

Without missing a beat, you leaned over, removing your hand from his in favor of wrapping your arms around his waist. He copied your motions, his arms circling around your torso while his head moved to the crook of your neck. He skin was a little cold, but you could fix that. 

Neither of you really knew where to go from there, so you just stayed in an awkward hugging position for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do next. Eventually, after seconds of uncomfortable stillness, Leo began slowly leaning backwards onto the couch, and you let him, accepting the small fall he was pulling you into as you landed softly on his chest. You fully believed he would remain there, laying down face up with you on top of him, but to your surprise, he rolled himself over, pushing you until your back was against the rear of the couch, and his back was to the tv, both of you laying directly on your sides. His arms were still around you, the movie playing on as he held you awkwardly in his tense arms. 

You snuggled closer, placing your head in Leo's chest, his warm sweatshirt rubbing up against your cheek. You could still see the movie from over his shoulder, but he wasn't able to, not when his face was pointed towards the head of the couch. You frowned. "Hey, do you wanna flip sides? You can't see the movie from there, can you?"

You expected Leo to agree, to release you enough to flip the two over you over so he could watch the movie he loved so much, but to your immense surprise, he shook his head, his arms curling tighter around your waist, his head moving forward, until it was in the crook of your neck again. You could feel his breath on your skin, the tickle of his hair on your cheek, the slight pressure of his chin digging into your shoulder. It was the feeling you had craved ever since you had started dating, maybe even before then, if you were being honest. "It's ok, I can hear it well enough to know what's going on. You've never seen it, so you should face the tv. "Can..." He paused, gripping you tighter, hiding his embarrassed face within the space between you and your neck. "...Can we stay like this? I like this a lot. I like being so close to you..."

"Of course we can!" Your boyfriend couldn't see the grin spreading across your face, but you were sure he could hear it in your voice as your grip got tighter. "I've waited so long to hold you like this, I'm not gonna let you go anytime soon."

Leo buries his head further into your neck at that, snuggling as close as physically possible. You can feel his hands kneading the back of your clothes, kind of like a cat, his thumbs rubbing up against the soft surfaces as his fingers curled around other parts of your top. You could feel his feet shifting back and forth below you, getting him comfortable and somewhat aiding in him pushing himself farther into you, his legs beginning to entangle with your own. It was like he was trying to bury himself within you, to become one with your body, and you realized with a hint of joy that maybe, just maybe, beneath all the nervousness and hesitance, he was just as desperate for your touch as you were for his. 

The two of you spend a solid half of the movie curled up against each other, simply taking in each other's presence while the movie droned on in the background. It was really, really nice, to be so close to him. You could feel him trembling a little, at least in the beginning, but eventually he became more lax, going limp in your arms, his hold tight around your body. He was clearly warming up to your touch, something you were proud to have achieved in such a short time. 

There was only one step left in your little plan now: Kiss him.

Steeling your nerves, you pull back a little, enough for your face to go from the crook of Leo's shoulder to right in front of him. He resisted at first, trying to keep his face where it was, but he let you go after a moment, his arms still tucked securely around you, but loose enough for you to back up a little, until you were face to face with him, your noses practically touching. You were both looking at each other now, your heads and shoulders leaning upward with the support of the pillow beneath you. Hesitantly, as if afraid of scaring him away, you removed one arm from around his side, dragging it over the curve of his body before pulling it over his shoulder, the palm of your hand landing softly on his upturned cheek.

He swallowed, his face slowly turning red again. He knew what you were up to. This was it, you couldn't back out now. 

You didn't say anything. You just leaned forward, until your lips were hovering right above his. He didn't pull away. 

Softly, as gently as you could, you pressed your lips onto his, a small smile forming against his mouth when you heard him make a light groaning noise at the contact. His lips didn't move much, you didn't think he knew what to do, but you could feel one of his hands removing itself from your back and landing on your cheek, mimicking the movements you had made only a few seconds ago. He pressed himself further to you, his nose bumping against yours as the kiss became a little firmer, a little more intimate. You were doing most of the work in terms of the actual kissing, Leo mostly following your lead and copying your movements when he could, but that was ok. You knew this was his first kiss, so he probably had absolutely no clue what he was doing. That was fine, you could teach him, and hopefully, he'd get better at kissing you over time.

You pulled away after another moment or two, your eyes slowly opening as you pulled back, face to face with Leo once again. He was doing the same as you, his lips slightly parted as his eyes opened back up, a desperate sort of disappointment on his face as you pulled away from him. His hand stayed on your cheek, his thumbnail dragging softly over your skin. His lips had chased yours briefly, trying to keep up with you as you pulled away, but now he was leaning backwards himself, looking you nervously in the eyes before his gaze would shoot away, focusing on anything but you. He swallowed again. 

You frowned. "...Are you ok? I'm sorry, maybe I should have asked-"

"-Can we do that again?"

You blinked. Leo was looking at you now, trembling with nerves, but he was forcing his gaze to remain steady, looking you dead in the eye as he asked. He didn't pull away when you leaned forward, in fact, he leaned in to meet you, his eyes instinctually shutting again when your lips met his, the force behind it a little more rough than before. You weren't as gentle this time around, your tongue going to swipe at his bottom lip as you got lost in the kiss, his chapped lips feeling heavenly against yours. This is what you had been waiting for for so long, and fuck, was it worth every second. His skin against yours, his hand caressing your cheek, the tremble of his lips as he tried to keep up with you, it was all so, so worth it to you.   

You could have stayed like that forever. So could Leo, you assumed, because he refused to pull away, attaching himself to you as long as you would let him. The only reason you pulled away for a second time was because you were running out of air, and as much as you loved kissing your boyfriend, you didn’t really feel like blacking out directly on top of him. 

Even after you pulled away, the two of you remained as close as physically possible, panting against each other's lips as you tried to catch your breaths. His eyes were half-lidded, a clouded over look in his irises as he stared at you, then your lips, then you again. However, before you could say anything, he abruptly pressed his face into your chest, nuzzling the soft fabric of your shirt with his nose, his eyes shutting in pure bliss. He removed the hand on your cheek, wrapping it back around your body, his hand going to grasp at the clothing covering your back.

You smiled down at him, taking the hand on his cheek and placing it in his hair. He looked so handsome when he was like this, cuddled up to you, his glasses askew and his lips swollen from where you had kissed him. You couldn’t wait to do this again. 

“...I’m sorry if I was bad at it.” Leo mumbled against your shirt, his voice cutting through the audio of the movie you had forgotten was playing. “I’ve never kissed anyone before, not until that, at least.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” You reassure, whispering softly. It felt appropriate to be quieter after such an intimate moment. You just wanted to savor the moment with him, to relax and reflect on the many milestones you two had hit that night. “It was really nice. I’m so glad I finally got to kiss you. You know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?”

You couldn’t see Leo’s face, but somehow, you felt the small shift of his face through the fabric of your top, as if he was smiling into your chest. “I uh…No, I didn’t. But I’m glad you did. I’ve wanted to do that for ages now, but I was too scared to initiate. So thank you.”

“No problem.” You hesitated, but you resolved yourself, leaning down enough to kiss Leo on the top of his head. Why not? You had already kissed Leo directly on the lips, what was his head in comparison to his mouth? “I…I’m really glad I’m with you.”

If you were being honest, you wanted to tell him you loved him. It had only been a month, but you couldn’t deny that your feelings for him ran much deeper than just a crush. Still, you had already done enough in terms of pushing the relationship forward that night, and you were hesitant to push your luck. You didn’t want to scare Leo by pronouncing your love just yet, not this early on in the relationship. You’d save that for later. For now, you were content to stay like this, holding him in your arms while he relaxed. 

“So am I.” Leo whispered, shuffling closer to your body. “Thank you for going out with me. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

Neither of you spoke anymore. The movie continued on in the background, nearly over by now, but the two of you weren’t paying it any mind. You were too wrapped up in each other, in the intimacy of the moment, in the joy of holding on to each other so tightly, like the other would disappear if you or him were to let go. This was a good end to a good night, and maybe, with any luck, this could become a regular thing, something that became much more normal to do in the coming weeks.

You couldn’t wait to kiss him again.

I hope you enjoyed!

[lilacgaby]

katsuki's who's love language is physical touch but you're pregnant so it's ten times b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ worse.

katsuki who always had his hand on you even before you got pregnant, always touching you in some way, he just liked feeling that you were there with him.

but, when you tell him you're pregnant? he goes crazy. now you can't even think of a time around him when you're not being held in some way.

he holds your stomach, your hand, he asks you to be close as he cooks for you (a special diet to keep the baby and you healthy), and if he can't touch you he wants you in his sights.

you're at work? send him a photo just for fun. going to the store? you can facetime him, it's just patrol. going out with your friends? text him updates frequently.

his days off are now spent lazing around the house, you in his arms the entire day. laying on the couch with you on his lap, watching something on the bed with his head in your lap, playing with your hair as you scroll on your phone.

you just give him so much cuteness agression. he becomes borderline clingy and even though he'd rather die than say it, he literally needs your attention bad.

he'll call you to ask why you're not answering your texts, pull down your phone to make you look at him, poke at you so you get annoyed and finally look over at him.

and when your baby is born? seems the clinging trait is genetic, now you have two losers hanging on to you as you just want to watch your show in peace.

[konigsblog]

cw: dub-con 🔞

loser-könig who eats pussy for the first time, slobbering all over himself, and cumming all in his boxers before you're even nearing your first orgasm.

he'll get insecure and aggressive, huffing and puffing as he forces his cum-soaked boxers into your wet mouth, stuffing your little mouth to stifle your moans as he jerks off to the sight of your glistening pussy — no longer stimulating your sensitive clit through bitterness and embarrassment, instead getting off and forcing you to stare at his bulbous, glossy and leaking cock against your heat whilst he strokes himself gently.

loser-könig who will hump you 24/7, ‘til he's squirting hot strings of his milky release all over his boxers, covering himself, and your panties, in his white arousal. you're squirming against his firm grip as he buries his fingers deep inside your pretty pussy, swollen folds and your clit overstimulated, getting you off whilst drooling against your bare neck like a weirdo.

loser-könig who humps your pillow whilst flicking through porn magazines, rubbing his hung and throbbing dick against the soft sheets, his balls heavy and full with his white cum, spurted all over your pillow as he gets off to the pornography.

loser-könig who tries to get you to re-enact some pornos with him, but he'll end up forgetting what he's supposed to be doing, hammering into you brutally!

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Dinner & Diatribes

❝i knew it from the first look of mischief in your eye.❞

Summary: You both swiped right and suddenly you're standing in a stranger's kitchen while he makes you spaghetti.

Pairing: Modern Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Author’s Note: this might be the most self-indulgent fic i've ever written, so fair warning. also, thank you tom, who inspired this by saying that dinner & diatribes would be aegon's hozier song. it's just true. anyways, this was really fun to write.

Warnings: language, recreational drug use, alcohol use, fluff, intense sexual situations (including: oral sex - female receiving, sexual intercourse - p in v), just two single people who are horny, more fluff, aegon being so cute that i couldn't stop smiling the whole time i was writing this.

It was precisely 9:39 PM on a Tuesday.

You were sitting cross-legged on your couch, nose deep in a fresh murder mystery that you had been working through for the last two days. There was a lit joint between your fingers that you were nursing, taking little hits so that it wouldn’t completely burn out, and on the cushion next to you, your phone softly vibrates and lights up; a familiar icon flashes across the screen and you can easily make out the words, “It’s a Match” from the corner of your eye. 

It’d been a regular occurrence since you had downloaded that accursed app. 

You’d been single for far too long, according to your best friend, though you hadn’t really noticed. The sweet silence of a solitary life was something that you had enjoyed for the most part. It wasn’t even like your online dating life had really taken off, either. You’d get matches but hardly anyone would reach out in any way that made you feel like they were serious. They wanted your Snapchat username, or they were in an ‘open’ relationship or asking for a threesome, and one guy even asked if you would send him pictures of your feet. Even some of the ones you thought were serious about taking you out- or even just hooking up- would end up ghosting you before anything actually happened. 

“It’s not supposed to be serious,” you could hear your friend’s words rattling around in your brain. You shake your head and focus once again on your book; they have a suspect, it’s the best friend! How fitting.

Once again, your phone lights up and vibrates. Not wanting to be distracted from the plot, you ignore your new match and get back to your mystery with anticipation; the best friend is about to confess. You go to take another hit of your joint and frown upon realizing it’s burnt out. As you move to grab your lighter, in comes another message, and another, and another. You stop what you’re doing and pick up your phone, swiping at the screen until you find the culprit. He’s known only as Aegon T, and according to the one sentence he has written on his profile, he has a dog. You swipe through his pictures- the dog is a golden retriever, the man looks like a golden retriever. 

In the message thread, he’s basically talking to himself. 

There’s four new messages waiting for you, while three little dots begin flashing at the bottom of the screen; disappearing and reappearing as you read what he’s already sent. 

“So, I’m high.”

“And I am making spaghetti… and it’s really good.”

“At least I hope it’s really good, it could just be the weed…”

“I could use a taste-tester, if you’re up for it? I can’t pay you or anything, but it’s honest work 😏”

Aegon begins typing again and you watch the screen, a smirk on your lips. You are 99% sure that the spaghetti is truly an innuendo for what he really wants and have half a heart to just block him, but you watch as those little gray dots continue in the bottom left corner of the screen; he’s going back and forth with himself and you can’t help but find it oddly cute. Your fingers hover over the keyboard as you contemplate a witty response, but before you can even begin typing, he sends a fifth message. 

“That was weird as fuck, right?”

Then a sixth.

“You probably don’t want to come over to some random guy’s house on a Tuesday.”

He finishes up with a seventh message.

“Unless you do…”

He almost sends an apology. After all, what's another message? He’s already fucked this whole thing up; not even giving himself a chance before he nose-dived. If he was being honest, he should just go ahead and delete his whole account; save you from secondhand embarrassment and save himself from repeating the same mistake again in the future. He sets the phone down on the kitchen counter and goes back to ripping bong hits to calm his nerves. Though, he’s unable to keep himself from checking his phone for a response; a response that likely wasn’t going to come and he’d spend the rest of his night feeling like a complete idiot. 

Seven back-to-back messages should have screamed ‘red flag’, but you’re glancing at the clock as if you were seriously contemplating taking this stranger up on his offer. After all, you do have needs just as much as the next person. But, you’re wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of pajama shorts, your hair’s a mess, and you were covered in the crumbs of your munchie snacks. Meaning, you were nowhere close to being prepared for what was sure to happen between you and this random stoner offering you dinner. 

Yet, you respond to him, “I could never turn down spaghetti”. 

Aegon’s stirring the sauce when he gets your message. He’s instantly elated, thrusting a celebratory fist into the air. His fingers fly across the keyboard swiftly, sending another quick message, “Atta girl 🙃 My place is on the corner of 9th and 51st, above Jasper’s.”

“Be there soon,” you reply with haste. 

It was apartment #4 and you made sure to text your friend the address, and given name of your potential murderer, and also share your location for her to keep an eye out.  She says all you have to do is text her at any time if you need her to call and bail you out with a fake emergency. All she asks in return is for you to have fun and let her know if you are planning on spending the night- which was an idea that you weren’t opposed to, but it wasn’t something you were planning on. 

You’re nervous as you stand outside of the door to his apartment, fist hovering for a moment. Now’s the time to make a fast exit- you haven’t met him, you could turn around right now and never meet him. You could wake up alive in the morning, safe in your own bed. Or, you can knock on the door and have what might be a really nice spaghetti dinner with a really nice guy. Hell, he could even be the love of your life and in fifty years you’ll both look back on this day and laugh about how you met on Tinder and how you were stupid enough to go to his house and not a public place. 

Finally, you knock. 

Aegon puts the lid back on his spaghetti sauce and shuffles into the living room. Sunfyre is on the couch with his ears perked; his tail’s wagging and he’s panting eagerly, waiting patiently to meet this new visitor. Aegon whispers over to him, “wish me luck,” and thinks to himself, please don’t be a catfish, please don’t be a catfish, please don’t be a catfish. He peers through the peephole when he approaches the door and there you are, a sigh of relief deflates his chest. 

“Oh, thank God,” you can hear him say as the door swings open. His accent is surprisingly British. “You’re real.”

The very first thing that you notice are his eyes. They’re piercing; somehow blue and lavender at the same time– the color of a warm, summer sunrise and they’re crinkling at the edges as he smiles. He’s wearing a pair of dark gray sweats and a pale green hoodie, and the only word that comes to mind when you look at him is warmth. He’s somehow more attractive in person than he is in the pictures on his profile, which you didn’t think was possible, but he’s standing right in front of you and you can’t help but think to yourself, he doesn’t look like a murderer. 

Then again, neither did Ted Bundy.  

Aegon stands there for a moment, just staring at you, unable to do anything else. His words escape him, he can barely even breathe. You look exactly the same as your pictures; even without the makeup and even in the shitty, fluorescent overhead lights of the hallway. Even in a sweatshirt and pajama shorts, you’re stunning. He’s having a hard time believing that you actually showed up and he doesn’t realize that he’s been staring for much too long until you shrug back at him. 

“Did you think I wasn’t?” You ask with creased brows and a lopsided smile.

The corners of his lips pull upwards as he looks at you, “I don’t know. You’re just so beautiful, I’m still not entirely convinced you aren’t some sort of hologram… or a robot.” 

“Wow, you’re pretty smooth,” you say with a playful smirk, desperately trying to keep your composure— trying to play it cool, hoping that he hasn’t caught on to the fact that you’re secretly spiraling, because it took all of one smile and one compliment and you were done for. “But, I’ll have you know that flattery won’t work on me. I’m here for the spaghetti and the spaghetti alone.” 

“My apologies,” Aegon says with a chuckle as he holds his hands up defensively. “Right this way, then.” 

He steps to the side, allowing you to enter his apartment, and shuts the door behind you. It’s nice, clean, smells like fresh baked bread and tomato sauce. There’s niche artwork adorning the walls, he’s got candles burning, and there’s some lowkey, downtempo R&B playing softly in the background. He quickly moves past you and disappears into the kitchen, leaving you to follow him. 

However, before you can take all of two steps into his apartment, a flash of golden fur is suddenly at your hip, pawing for attention. You drop down to a knee and happily accept any and all kisses from the pup. “Oh! Hi, what’s your name?”

Aegon sticks his head around the corner and says, “That is Sunfyre. In case you were wonderin’, he’s a very good judge of character and I will be consultin’ with him later where you’re concerned, fair warning.” 

You roll your eyes and scratch behind Sunfyre’s ears, his tail thumps in approval. 

“Would you like something to drink?” He continues and disappears back into the kitchen. “I’ve got wine and bottled water. Oh, and milk?” There’s a rustling in the kitchen before Aegon adds with a nervous chuckle, “scratch that, there is no milk.” 

You politely excuse yourself from Sunfyre and step into the small dining room off of the kitchen. 

There’s a grin on your lips, which you pursed so that he doesn’t think you’re laughing at him. Sunfyre joins the two of you and circles around his owner’s legs as Aegon empties an almost full half-gallon of milk down the drain. His kitchen is small but looks to be well used, which you appreciate. You know almost nothing about this man, other than his name- if ‘Aegon’ was even his real name- and the name of his dog, and yet here you were, standing in the threshold of his kitchen with a strange sense of comfortability as if you had been lifelong pals. 

“Water is fine,” you tell him. 

He produces a bottle of water from his fridge and tosses it over to you with ease and goes back to the stove. You step further into the kitchen, taking in your surroundings. The kitchen, like the living room, is covered in artwork and vintage decor- things you’d only find in some obscure thrift store or estate sale. On the refrigerator are a collection of magnets from different cities and countries, real touristy type shit. Some of them even had names on them; Alexander, Aaron, Alistair, Alan, Adolf. 

Maybe these are the names of people he’s killed. 

“You travel a lot?” You ask, trying to keep the conversation going.

“I try to,” he says from over his shoulder as he continues to stir the sauce. You can hear him set the lid back on the pot. “Most of those are from my sister, Helaena. She thinks it’s hilarious to give me magnets with random ‘A’ names since you’ll never find the name Aegon on any of those,” he says from behind you. He’s leaning against the counter with a half glass of wine. You quirk an eyebrow at him, not fully convinced. “She has a few from me that say Helen.”

“Is that her?” You ask, finger pointing to a pretty blonde in one of the many photographs he had pinned up.

He nods and takes a step closer to you. He’s so close that you can feel his warmth, smell his aftershave. The proximity causes you to blush and he smirks in response, leaning over your shoulder as he points to the other people in the pictures. “Those two are my little brothers, Aemond and Daeron,” he claims and then points to two women. “That’s my half-sister, Rhae, and next to her is my mother.”

“The redhead?” You ask surprised, given she didn’t look like she could be old enough to have four grown children. He nods and takes a step back, leaning against the counter with half-lidded eyes and a tipsy blush. “She looks like she could be your sister,” you say softly, turning back to glance at all of the faces; he seemed proud of his family, like they were very close. 

You turn away from the fridge and lean against the counter at his side. It’s quiet for a moment, save for the music and the sound of boiling water where the noodles were cooking. You look at him and the corners of your lips can’t help but twist up into a shy smile, but you bite at the inside of your cheek out of nervous habit. He props himself up on his elbows, taking a sip of his wine, clearly comfortable with the silence. 

“So,” you look up at him and his little smirk grows. “About the job…”

“Ah, yes,” he nods. “As I stated earlier, I won’t be able to pay you a monetary wage, but the position does come with a benefits package.”

“And what exactly would this benefits package include?” There’s an innocent flirtatiousness in your voice that only adds to the tension. 

“Outside of the free gourmet meals that I would be providin’ to ya, which is obviously the most important part,” he smiles and steps to the side to grab a spoon from the drawer and holds it out to you. Your fingers softly close around his as you pluck the utensil from his grasp. He clears his throat to distract from the fact that he was visibly flustered from the slight touch. “There’s also unlimited cuddle sessions,” before he can finish, you shoot him a look. “With Sunfyre, of course! He’s the real boss ‘round here, after all.” 

“Cuddling with the boss?” You quirk an eyebrow and look down at the golden retriever, his eyes round and gleaming; clearly waiting for a hand-out. “Sounds like a conflict of interest to me.”

“Well, if it’s a conflict of interest you’re worried about,” he counters quickly with a soft yet playful tone. “I s’pose we could renegotiate the terms of the agreement and you could have me instead.” 

“I’m listening.”

“He might be better at cuddling for obvious reasons and he might be better lookin’,” Aegon continues. “But, I give better backrubs. I mean, I have thumbs and he don’t. You can’t give decent backrubs without thumbs, can you? Plus, he’s a sloppy kisser.” 

“Oh, you’re really trying to sweeten the deal now, huh? Backrubs and kisses? I must admit, that is quite a compelling offer,” you muse. “It seems my decision hinders on whether or not you can actually cook, wouldn’t want to accept the position blindly, now would I?”

“Are ya doubtin’ my skills?” He asked playfully. 

“No offense, but you possess the aura of someone who could fuck up a can of Spaghettios,” you tell him with a sincere smile. “So, forgive me if I don't get my hopes up.”

Aegon laughs and it’s a warm and infectious sound that fills the kitchen. It’s genuine, as is his perfect smile. You can’t seem to keep yourself from staring; eyes softly tracing every detail of his face– from his full, pink pout, to the scar above his right eyebrow, and the dimple of his chin– thinking to yourself that you’ve never seen a man more beautiful. His smile turns back into a smirk as he notices you staring at his lips and you look up to meet his eyes. There’s something about the way he looks at you that leaves you feeling vulnerable. His gaze softens as you look away, turning your attention back to the spaghetti sauce on the stove in front of you to distract yourself from the blush creeping up your neck.

There’s only one way this night ends.

It was obvious before you even left your house and it was certainly obvious now. 

“Go on, then,” he prods, motioning to the pot on the stovetop.

His eyes are wide with anticipation as you dip into the simmering sauce, stirring it a few times before bringing the spoon to your lips. He’s nervous; it’s his mother’s recipe– one he’s spent years perfecting– but with his luck, you will most likely think it’s steaming garbage. Yet, he watches intently; holding his breath as your perfect lips curl to blow softly, cooling the sauce before you finally taste it. 

The moment the spoon touches your tongue, you're determined to remain impartial. After all, you’ve had your fair share of disappointing meals from men who’ve claimed to be great cooks. Aegon certainly could be the very latest and you wouldn’t be at all surprised. So, you keep your expectations low, and try your hardest to remain stoic, but as the flavors begin to unfold, you can feel your resolve wavering. 

It’s good. Better than most. 

Reluctantly, you have to admit that this is the second-best sauce you’ve ever had, right after your grandmother’s. You glance up at Aegon, who’s watching you with a mix of anxiety and hope, and you can’t help but smile. 

“I have to give it to you,” you say, your voice betraying a hint of admiration. “This is incredible. Almost as good as my grandmother’s.”

The relief and pride that spread across his face makes your heart flutter. 

“Yeah?” He asks with a toothy grin. 

“I’m still not completely convinced that you can actually cook, but you can– at the very least– make some top-notch spaghetti sauce,” you tell him as you place your spoon to the side. 

“Top-notch, eh?” He asks playfully as he begins plating your meal. “I’ll take it.” 

“Don’t let it get to your head,” you say to him with a laugh. “It’s just spaghetti sauce.” 

“Just spaghetti sauce? Don’t let my mum hear you say that,” he says with a smirk, setting a full plate in front of you on the counter. “I guess I’ll just have to work extra hard on the next one.”

“Assuming there will be a next one,” you reply, tone dripping with playful sarcasm. “Though, you have set the bar pretty high tonight. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“Well,” he murmurs as he steps closer, his body brushing against yours as he reaches around you to grab a plate. His lips are hovering above the shell of your ear, his voice low and teasing, causing your cheeks to immediately flush as the heat between the two of you intensifies. “I’m nothing if not a perfectionist.”

For a split second you expect for him to lean in for a kiss. Your heart is simultaneously skipping beats and racing at the same time; your breath catching in your throat as he leans in— But then he smirks, grabbing the plate and taking a step backwards. He’s doing it on purpose, you realize; his proximity expertly calculated to keep you on edge. You look up at him with wide, sparkling eyes and he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. The soft blush of your cheeks has his blood pumping and sends a surge of adrenaline through him. He’s trying his absolute best to play it cool but the way you’re biting your lip and looking at him has him unraveling.

“Is that so?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “What other skills do you have up your sleeve?”

His grin widens as he looks down at you, setting his empty plate to the side. His gaze, once again, drops to your lips. “I have a few tricks,” he says softly, his voice filled with promise. “But I doubt you’d believe me if I told you, so how about I just show you?” 

“What?” You ask with a playful innocence. “Before dinner?”

“I’m not really in the mood for spaghetti anymore.” 

“Oh?” Your smirk is only growing. “What are you in the mood for?”

Aegon says nothing, but a confident grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he rests his hands on your hips. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you in by the waist, until you’re pressed against him and his lips are on yours. The kiss is both gentle and urgent and a little bit awkward, as any first kiss should be. You felt like a teenager again, kissing a boy for the first time– butterflies in your stomach and all.

It takes no time at all for you to find your rhythm with him, and he deepens the kiss, pushing you up onto the kitchen counter to meet his height. Your arms naturally drape across his shoulders, your legs wrap around his middle. He’s completely taken over your mind, filling up every tiny space that he can fit into; the smell of his cologne, the scratch of his stubble against your skin, the feeling of his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs– his fingertips teasing just underneath the hem of your shorts. 

Breathless, he pulls away from you as he pulls your sweatshirt over your head. He stops for a moment to take in the sight of you; clad only in your bra and shorts, lips red and blotchy, swollen and full. You’re looking up at him from under your lashes, softly biting your bottom lip as you wait for him to continue. He gently lifts his hand up to your cheek and traces the curve of your cupid’s bow with his thumb, providing one last show of tenderness before he leans in to capture your lips in another searing kiss. 

His touch is suddenly rushed; spreading a wildfire across your skin in the wake of his lips as he rips off the remainder of your clothes. It doesn’t take long at all before you’re sitting exposed on his kitchen counter in only a thong, blushing wildly and covering your face with your hands. 

“No– no hiding,” he clicks his tongue and pulls your hands away from your face. “I want to see you.”

He whispers a string of profanities and compliments as his starving eyes roam your figure. Self-doubt creeps into your mind and you momentarily consider making a quick exit, convinced he won’t like what he sees, but the way he’s looking at you makes you feel desired in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. 

Aegon’s gaze is electrifying and intense, drawing you in and silencing your negative thoughts instantly. His hands pull you in by the waist, sliding you to the edge of the counter as his lips work their way down your chin and neck; leaving a trail of red marks down to your chest. He hums, smirking as he takes one of your breasts in his mouth. His hand kneads the other, rolling your hardened nipple between two fingers. Your head falls back, lips parted slightly as you breathe out his name. 

Each sound he elicits from you urges him on even further until he’s on one knee, looking up at you from his position with those pretty eyes. He runs a hand up the back of your calf, softly teasing you with his fingertips before tossing your leg over his shoulder. You knew where he was going, and yet, you were still surprised as he began placing open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs; shivering in anticipation as goosebumps formed on your skin. 

“You’re so wet,” he says proudly, praising you. 

His eyes are locked with yours as his fingers delicately smooth over your clothed clit. He hooks a finger around the dampened cotton and pulls your thong to the side, groaning at the sight of your perfect pussy. Without wasting another second, Aegon’s mouth is suddenly on you and your hands immediately find the back of his head; fingers curling into the roots of his silver hair. 

You roll your hips against his tongue, cursing out as your legs begin to shake. He moans, face still buried deep in you and the vibrations have you writhing. Both of his arms are wrapped around your thighs now, holding you tight to him, not letting up for even a second. Then he stands, lifting you up onto his shoulders. You squeal in shock, holding onto him tightly, but he doesn’t stop; he continues to devour you as he blindly carries you towards his bedroom. 

When his knees hit the side of his bed, he tosses you back onto the mattress. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he strips out of his clothes. . You can see the outline of his arousal; prominent and pressing firmly against the fabric of his sweats. You bite your lip at the sight and he smirks as he catches your stare. His movements are unhurried, giving you ample time to appreciate the sight before you. His hoodie and shirt come off first, then his sweats, and you can’t help but notice the way that his muscles flex with each motion. He’s not overly built, but there’s a solid strength in his frame that is evident in the way he moves.

Outside, headlights from passing cars cast streaks of light and shadows across the walls of his room. It’s quiet, the music in the other room has stopped playing and all you can hear is the sound of your own heart beating in your ears. You swallow thickly, encompassed by the tension of the moment as he crawls up the length of your body; placing tender kisses along your skin. His lips leave a trail of warmth, each touch igniting a spark that travels through your entire body.

When he reaches your face, he pauses, his breath mingling with yours as he hovers just inches away. The anticipation builds, thick and electric in the air between you. His lips find yours in a kiss that starts slow and tender but quickly deepens; fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you closer, his body pressing yours deeper into the plush mattress. Your hands explore his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the tension and strength beneath his skin and coming to rest on his shoulders; gripping tightly as he continues to worship your body with his mouth. Each kiss, each touch, is deliberate, heightening your senses and pulling you further into the moment.

You curse at the feeling of his girth against your entrance. Your hand moves up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips as he presses slowly into you. 

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers into the crook of your neck as his arms become weak. 

He knows that he won’t last like this; it’s been a while and you feel way too good. He’s slow at first, wanting to steady himself and maintain control, but his rhythm picks up quickly; hips moving with an unrelenting rhythm, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge. You can feel his muscles tense, his grip on you tightening as he buries his face in your neck. His moans are a mix of pleasure and desperation, and you can tell he’s fighting to hold back.

You tighten your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, feeling the overwhelming need to reach that peak together. His pace quickens, the tension in his body building to a breaking point. You feel the same pressure inside of you mounting before it’s suddenly crashing over you like a wave. He follows seconds later, a low groan escaping his lips as he spills into you. The intensity of the moment leaves you both breathless and clinging to each other, bathing in the afterglow. 

“That was incredible,” he murmurs against your skin, head pressed to your chest as you stroke his hair softly. His eyes flutter shut as he listens to the sounds of your heartbeat. 

You hum in agreement, smiling to yourself as you savor the peacefulness of the moment. 

Suddenly, you’re joined by Sunfyre jumping up on the bed, his tail wagging enthusiastically. You smile at him and pat the empty space next to you, inviting him to join your cuddle session. He eagerly accepts the invitation, circling the bed a few times before snuggling up next to you. Aegon lifts his head and smiles, clearly pleased that you would be so open to having the dog in bed with you. He wraps his arm around both you and Sunfyre, pulling you closer. 

“This is perfect,” he says softly, his voice filled with contentment as he lays his head back on your chest. 

"So, about that job offer," you say playfully, your fingers tracing patterns along his skin. "I think I'll accept the position. When would you like for me to start?"

He lifts his head to look at you, a playful glint in his eyes. “How about tomorrow night at seven?”

Before you can respond, a distinct burning smell reaches your nose. Your brows furrow as you sniff the air. “Do you smell that?”

Aegon’s eyes widen in realization. “The spaghetti!” 

He jumps up from the bed, pulling on his clothes quickly, and scrambles into the kitchen. You follow behind him, tossing one of his t-shirts over your head and meet him in the kitchen. 

“I guess I forgot to turn off the burner,” Aegon looks disappointed but then chuckles, shaking his head. He looks at you with a glint in his eye and smirks. “Occupational hazard, I guess.”

“Oh, that sucks!” You laugh, playfully nudging him. “Is it too late to back out of the job now?”

“Way too late for that,” he says as he pulls you into a soft kiss, silencing any doubts immediately. “You’re mine now.” 

“Mm,” you hum against his lips. “But I came here for the spaghetti.”

He chuckles and pulls back slightly. “Will you settle for pizza?”

“I’ll settle for anything, as long as it’s with you,” you say with a smile as you wrap your arms around his waist. “And as long as there’s extra cheese!”

[uhohdad]

Loser!König has a huge thing for panties ♡

He’s always fantasizing about what pair you’re wearing, ignoring your ramblings while he tries to guess the color and cut hiding beneath your clothes. Too busy undressing you in his thoughts and modeling you in different pairs to find it in him to listen to you. Occasionally he can see the outline of them through your pants - he can’t take his eyes away, drooling over the idea of your ass peeking out the bottoms of your pretty panties.

The first time König worked up the courage to steal a pair from your dirty laundry, he could hardly make it back to his bedroom without painting the inside of his underwear from the friction of his jeans alone. Holding them up and fantasizing about what they would look like filled out with your enticing curves. Balling up the fabric and pressing his nose into your panties with a deep, intoxicating inhale of your scent. It takes all of two pumps of his cock before he’s spilling his finish over his hands, the image of you straddling his face clear in his mind.

He picked out a pair just for you - his favorite, a baby pink with a lace trim, a dainty bow on the front. He knows it’s risky, but he threw them in with a load of your laundry anyway, hoping you’d not think twice of it.

Weeks later, he catches a glimpse of you reaching forward, the hem of your shirt rising and the lace trim on the panties he got you peeking out from your waistband. The sight breaks him, his breaths hitched and every muscle in his body locked and twitching as he stains his underwear with his pent-up finish. ♡

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[tacticalprincess]

loser!könig has so many gross fetishes and fantasies he wants to act out, accumulating during the many years he spent without a real girlfriend, his mind tainted from the plethora of porn he consumes. once he finally meets you, someone so beautiful and eager to please, and convinces you to give him a chance, he can barely contain his excitement. he keeps you locked in his room for hours at a time, bending you in different positions and forcing you to take load after load until you’re a wrecked, dizzy, overstimulated mess. then he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you his parents are waiting downstairs to meet you.