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New Age Au (Nighttime Worries)

Okay remember how I said I'd be back? Yeah. I'm unwell. This is a shorter one that I think could definitely be approved upon, but I live for posting drabbles so 🫡🫡 good luck soldiers <3

This is an Error pov set maybe a month or two after Night became small.

Also @ancha-aus and @papiliovolens and @mutzelputz ! Welcome back! :]

   "Nightmare?" Error's voice broke through the blackness of the space outside his workshop. The inside wasn't much brighter, a few loose blue strings being the only thing giving the room a faint glow. "What're you doing up here so late?"

   There was no point in titles right now. Error had always been pretty bad about using then, but especially now that the king was... younger than him. Now that Nightmare was smaller.

   Besides, it was the middle of the night, up in the top room of a fairly tall tower. He was the only one who came up here, and he'd know if there was anyone aside from Nightmare around.

   The King had come to his door, and now stood outside it. He had his cloak wrapped at his shoulders, but Error was pretty sure he could see the soft, thin, purple of his sleepwear. He didn't even see Night's mask. It was just that soft white eyelight peering up at him in the dark.

   "I... I'm not sure." Nightmare replied quietly.

   Error let a breath pass between them.

   Silence.

   "You're not sure?" Error repeated incredulously.

   Surely Nightmare wasn't visiting for no reason. Surely the king hadn't just popped by far into the night for fun.

   Nightmare seemed to clutch at his cloak a bit tighter.

   "I was in my study reading over documents, and I mentioned being thirsty, so Dust left to go get Ccino up and have him make something." He explained, then. The words coming quickly. "They took longer than I expected, so I moved to go meet them, but-" His breath quickened.

   Error was piecing it together now. The stiffness. The rapid way he'd grabbed for the strings which would alert Error to his presence.

   "I swore someone was following me, and you were the nearest." He finished, his eyelight dragging away to gaze back at the stairs behind him.

   They were cold, and unwelcoming, and curved shortly out of sight into a dark pit. Away from Error's guiding lights.

   Error gazed at Nightmare as he gathered a few more strings from his sockets. The magic spooled and glowed between his fingers, growing bright enough to cast Nightmare's shadow. Long and tall. Like his old form.

   He wasn't focusing much on that, though. More, the dark circles that seemed to be under Nightmare's sockets. They made him look so weary, and sad. Tired.

   "Well, I can tell you no one followed you up here. I'd know." Error offered him the quick comfort, and watched as Nightmare gave a hesitant little nod. Though, he couldn't seem to draw his gaze away.

   It was like he was straining to hear any little noise. See any hidden face in the darkness.

   Error sighed to himself.

   Internally, of course. He wasn't that comfortable around the king. If only because he doubted the jumpy ruler would appreciate a fond sigh in the midst of his worry.

   He'd heard from Ccino that Nightmare tended to get worried, and seen it enough times now that he had been spending more time outside his workshop.

   "We should go back to your study, your highness." Error suggested, his strings already flying behind him, clutching and wrapping at his current project. Pulling it towards him, slinging in a satchel to hold tight to his side.

   Nightmare glanced back to him briefly. In worry.

   "If Ccino and Dust are both up and they get back to find you missing?" He asked loosely, "They're going to turn the castle upside down."

   Something in that seemed to register for Nightmare, because he seemed to jolt and look fully towards Error.

   "You're accompanying me?"

   Error really held in that fond sigh this time. He cursed himself for picking up on that habit from his brothers.

   "Sure. I mean, who am I to deny a chance to work in the study again?" He joked, before changing his tone slightly. "Plus, I have my magic. Anyone following you would be dusted before they could try anything."

   This seemed to finally reassure Nightmare enough.

   Error didn't think about Night's past all that often. He certainly thought of the king, but never what led him to feel so vulnerable. He figured it wasn't just that loss of magic.

   Error stepped out of his workshop and stood beside Nightmare on the small landing.

   They were very close. Close enough that Error's bones fizzled with the ghost of pressure as Nightmare's robe fell into one of Error's arms.

   He flinched away, and Nightmare did the same with a quick little 'apologies'.

   They stood there a moment, collecting themselves, before Error started down.

  

   The stairs were long, and cold, and Error regretted his choice to not slip on his sandals before exiting his workshop, but there was no way he was turning around and being a big baby about it.

   He kept a sense on Nightmare. His shoes clicked quietly and diligently against the tone, Light little patters just behind him.

   Error remembered a time when he used to move in complete silence. He preferred it like this.

   The steps were illuminated in blue magic, a Cyan coating every crack and crevice, giving them a little bubble of sight coming directly from Error's hand where he held the wad of illuminating magic.

   It wasn't a very long trip. Not at all. But the quite felt tense and nervous. Error figured it was just Nightmare's worries feeding into his own tired energy. He'd not slept yet either.

   Soon enough they came to the break in the hall, where the arch to the stairway intercepted the main hallway between the Twin's wing (the one where Nightmare resided with the Knights) and the rest of the castle.

   Error hadn't realized how true it was that Night must've panicked halfway to his destination and rushed up to Error.

   The hall was quiet so far, and devoid of people, so he led the charge into the wide, cold space.

   The floors here had nice rugs lining the center, and he hopped onto the island of comfort away from the ruthless stone. Nightmare followed him swiftly.

   He tried to appear comfortable, because he could tell Nightmare was staring. He always did that when he was trying to figure something out.

   Something about feeling emotions when he was big and goopy. He couldn't do it anymore.

   "Still clear." Error reported, and Nightmare nodded again.

   They moved towards Nightmare's wing.

   Error hadn't been here long, but he knew that Nightmare's wing was where he had his room, one he's had since childhood, his study, and the rooms where his knights had all eventually ended up.

   It wasn't separated by a physical barrier, but no one dared to go into it unless they were invited by Night or the Knights. Or Ccino.

   Error has had permission since first arriving, Nightmare insisting if he needed anything he could come searching. Error had never taken the offer before all this.

   Of course, now was different.

   Now the king was small, and his age, and they were friends. Or, he hoped they were, at least.

   They moved quietly down the hall, passing rooms Error figured held Nightmare's resting elite guard. Or, maybe they were all off doing projects. He was pretty sure Cross was the only one with a decent sleep schedule among them.

   Regardless, there wasn't any sign of movement, no other souls anywhere in the stretch of hall.

   When they arrived to the study door, it was slightly ajar.

   Error held out an arm, halting both himself and Nightmare just outside. A glance revealed Nightmare was surprised to see the door open.

   Nightmare always closed doors behind him. It was a force of habit Error had seen plenty of times.

   "Dust?" Nightmare tentatively called out.

   Thank the gods Nightmare has faith in his knights. The thought that Dust might be inside hadn't even crossed is mind.

   Error flinched slightly as the door swung inwards, revealing Dust.

   He seemed to scan the hall, quickly taking in the scene. Error, standing partially between Night and the door. Night unharmed.

   "My lord, you had me worried." Dust said quietly, that voice low and almost a mumble.

   He moved out into the hall, past the two of them.

   Dust was short. Nearly shorter than Nightmare. He'd apparently never been tall, if the joking he'd heard was to be believed.

   Nightmare muttered an apology, quietly, and Error grumbled a bit to himself as Nightmare started around him, towards the study.

   He followed, quickly moving from carpet to stone to carpet again.

   He stayed on the ground just long enough for Nightmare to get comfortable on one of his sofas, where a few documents were strewn, before pulling himself and his project up into the air. To the small platform of strings he'd been constructing among the rafters of the high-ceiling. 

   "Nightmare, you alright?" Dust questioned more quietly once he shut the door, "Why'd you leave?"

   Error watched from his perch as Nightmare sunk in on himself a bit. Though he didn't flinch away as Dust took up a spot on the nearest chair.

   "I thought I heard something, so I came to find you." He said smally. "But I thought I heard it again in the hall, and I wasn't sure how far away you had gone to find Ccino, so- so I rushed up to Error's workshop instead of coming back."

   Dust seemed to think about it for a second, before he nodded to himself. Error couldn't see his eyelights thanks to the angle.

   "Alright, I understand." He said simply, "I apologize for leaving you alone like that."

   Nightmare just nodded a bit to himself, turning back to his papers.

   "It's alright. Error brought me back safely." He said, then.

   Error was glad he was up in his perch, because Nightmare's voice was very nice when he was calm. And it felt really nice to have Nightmare speak highly of him. He tried not to react as he saw Dust lift his skull and squint up at his platform among the shadowy rafters.

   He stuck a hand out, the one with the strings still glowing around it, and gave a thumbs up to the knight.

   He was well aware the Knights weren't all that trusting of him. But, then again Error was the newest one, and seemingly someone Nightmare had decided to trust all on his own.

   Though, Dust seemed different. He just nodded and focused again on Nightmare. He didn't chastise him for sticking around or bother him to come down.

   In the ensuing silence, Error got to work unraveling his project from his satchel.

   The glowing string moved about to light the dim space, as a few well-placed pulls allowed the pieces of his work to gently spread out onto the woven ground of his platform.

   Several arrowheads were spread before him, a few shafts discarded to the side. Each arrow point was covered in different magical layers, some looser than others, some more obvious.

   Error had been working for a bit now on an idea he'd had when he first got to the town where the wizards had been setting up for the King's arrival. To impress him, and hopefully be hired.

   One of those people had been accompanied by an archer, and their showing had been of magic-tipped arrows that could harness blue magic once they were stuck inside, forcing an enemy to a full stop if they were hit.

   It was a clever idea, but it was a one-trick show, and could only be used by the monster shooting them because they had a blue soul trait. Humans, non-patience monsters, they'd be out of luck.

   Error wanted to try something like that, but better. Use pre-made arrows and find a way to easily coat them in his magic. His strings always stayed, and the potency always remained strong, no matter how far away he was. He'd not realized that back at school, when he was testing something at his house, and accidentally set a room on fire back at the academy with strings he'd left behind.

   Though, progress had been slow. It was hard to work with materials he didn't make, but it made no sense to craft them from scratch himself, it'd be a waste of time to make enough for the entire guard, especially since arrows were a one-time use.

   The ones he'd made technically worked, but the strings either dulled the point, or loosened on impact and were easy to pull out. He needed them to stay put.

   Oh.

   An idea rushed into his head, and he scooped up one of his unused arrowheads, spinning it between his fingers, before collecting more of his magic and getting to work on his idea.

   It didn't take long, not at all, but it took just long enough that he hadn't noticed Ccino enter the room.

   Error rolled to the edge of his platform, leaning over a bit, to spot that Ccino was now sat on the couch beside Nightmare, the king tucked into the older skeleton's side. Was he shivering?

   Error figured that, just maybe, Nightmare wouldn't be in the mood to look at his deadly magical weapon right this second. He was fine with that, he'd just show him tomorrow. Or whenever he visited again.

   Before he could commit to rolling back out of sight, he found his eyelights meeting Ccino's over Nightmare's skull.

   "Oh, Error!" He greeted quietly. Ccino was always careful around him. Not unkind. "Would you like some tea? Dust's not having any, so I have an extra cup."

   The offer was surprising, and Error debated.

   Sure, why the hell not. He hadn't had tea in a while, and should probably drink something.

   He wordlessly rolled off his platform, one hand ensuring strings dropped him gently to the carpet behind the couch that Nightmare and Ccino were sat on.

   Ccino smiled at him, gently nudging Nightmare to sit up so that he could pour a new cup.

   When Night straightened, he wiped at his sockets before turning around to face Error. One hand held his tea gently, the other was free and braced against the wooden couch back.

   It seemed like he was going to say something, when he blinked and focused in on Error's hand.

   "Oh! You were working on a project?" He asked quietly, and Error internally cursed his habits.

   He still had the arrowhead loosely draped from strings in his other hand. He hadn't even realized it. It was just easier to not forget where he put things if he kept hold of them.

   "Yeah. It's... not finished yet. This is just the best version I have right now." He said, lifting his hand up so that Nightmare could see it better.

   By proxy, the other two could see it as well. Ccino returned with the cup, and held it out on its saucer to Error over the back of the couch.

   He didn't seem offended when Error used strings to grip it and hold it. It was easier to keep from spilling, and free up his hands as he did other tasks. He had better awareness with his strings than he did his normal body.

   "Mm. Magic arrows, like from the Wizard Tryouts?" Dust spoke up from his seat a bit further away.

   Nightmare blinked in surprise as he seemed to be reminded of that showing. Then his brow furrowed. "Didn't you say that those were poorly designed?"

   It was true, Error had given a full report on why he hadn't been impressed by anyone else at the showing once he was hired. He was surprised Nightmare's remembered it.

   "Those ones had shit design, yes." He confirmed, flicking his wrist so the strings shortened and pulled the arrow closer to his palm. "These ones aren't custom-made. It's your regular everyday arrow with a sleeve that wraps tight to the arrowhead."

  

   He couldn't help himself as he stepped a bit closer to the couch. "The ideal design would be something that stays on when entering the target, but remains in the wound after the arrow is removed." His strings shifted, he used his free hand to point to a band of bright blue wrapped around the center of it. "This version adds barbs to the edges, so as long as it stayed on until it hit the target, it would leave blue magic behind, dug into the wound"

   He jostled his hand a bit so the string would allow it to spin a bit. "Of course, this sort of design would only work being made of my magic, but if I made enough tiny sleeves anyone in the guard could have some nasty archery shots."

   He was grinning. He always got excited when he got to explain his creations. They were his pride and joy.

   "Gods, that's... a little terrifying, kid." Dust said with a weary chuckle.

   Error's offense, though, was quickly overridden by a motion from Night.

   The King reached a hand out to gently cup under the arrow as it swung to a stop.

   "I think it's very clever!" The King said slightly, eyelight plastered on the prototype weapon, "It's far more efficient than training our magic users in blue magic, and would certainly take enemies out with less arrow cost and man-power on our end."

   That was exactly it. Error was always relieved when the two of them were on the same page.

   "You were right Error, your design is far more impressive than that man's was." Error was less relieved when he recieved a compliment. It always felt jarring and undeserved.

   And yet Nightmare always seemed to genuine.

   "Of course it's better, my liege." He said, grinning as he retracted his hand. The arrow moving with it. "It hasn't been tested, though, so I'll need to continue working on it before we can be sure." He redirected, trying very hard to hope he hadn't blushed at the kind words.

   Nightmare hummed, "Right. I'm sure we can arrange for a few archers to try them out once you're ready." He agreed gently. "Thank you for sharing your design early, Error. It's always a treat."

   Ohh. Nightmare why infront of the others??

   Error nodded, "I'll let you know when I think I have the perfect version to test." He agreed, before stepping away to let his strings tug him back up into the darkness, along with his newly acquired tea.

   The others spoke for a bit longer below, but Error hardly listened. His cheekbones were surely flushed, and his hands shook a bit. He had to reply on pure stubbornness to continue improving on the design and not get caught up in the thoughts of how much he enjoyed Nightmare's company.

   He just had to get this right. 

[leonsgfpost]

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You let your boyfriend cum inside you for the first time.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: DI!Leon (or Leon RE4) x fem!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, wild Leon, slight mention of breeding perversion.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It's something that crossed my mind, this man has me bad 🙏🏻

Leon feels like he's in heaven, dizzy, sweaty and with his eyes closed, seeing colors. Like he's really floating, and only because he's ramming your pretty pussy with need. Her pretty pussy. His hands are on either side of your head, he only needs his body to pin you against the sweaty sheets. His lunges jolt your body enough to shake the bed.

"Look at you, my pretty girl taking it so good..." He said between breathless gasps, and you opened your clouded eyes so you could look up at him, grinning dumbly at his words. But he wasn't even looking at you, he was watching your pussy open up around his wet cock. Yeah, Leon was getting kind of nasty.

And though he loved your pussy, and every inch of you. And what you were giving him, like the time you took the condom off for the first time and let him fuck you raw. Every time he sank into you, wetly and slowly he felt alive. But he couldn't help but want more, lust for more.

Leon is a greedy man.

You had not yet given him the honor of filling your pussy, of leaving you creamy and plump inside. He would never do anything against your word, so every time he got close he would come out and cum hard on your belly or your thighs. Even though it felt good, I knew it would feel better to be able to bury his dick and let it explode inside you. But he couldn't do it, not yet.

"Lee, Leon-!" you moaned loudly, dizzy in the ecstasy of his cock exploring every delicious corner of your insides. His head slapping your cervix, his hips slapping yours until your skin was red. It was definitely Leon's favorite sight, you beneath him with a sweaty face, your tits bouncing happily and your hips rising to chase his awkwardly.

"Baby, can I-?" he asked, burying his face in your neck letting out gasps that were starting to morph into animalistic moans. From the way his voice was becoming shaky and his hips were stumbling in their rhythm, he was so close.

"Please, let me... Let me do it." Leon's pride shifted to the side, that strong man taking on nuclear monsters was no match for your pussy. He could die if you denied him the paradise between your legs. And you know it.

"What?" you asked, in the midst of overwhelming pleasure and the sensation of your orgasm beginning to form, ready to burst as easily as a bubble.

"Inside, I want to do it Inside. A baby, let's make a baby-" His words came out in babbles, in between wet kisses he planted on your neck trying to distract himself from how his cock jerked inside you, begging for the release he was holding back. And when you were as dumb as he was, it only took his fingers around your quivering clit for you to quickly agree.

"I want to hear you, I need it, I..." He whispered, moving his kisses up your jaw and keeping the motion of his fingers on your clit, listening to you moan desperately beneath him.

"C-Cum inside, I want it inside." You affirmed in that sweet tone you used only for him. Mixed with long, euphoric moans, arching your back. Your center burned around him, his onslaught creating the most lascivious sounds you'd ever heard. Those words ignited something inside him. Finally, finally his little fantasy was coming true.

He pulled away a little, grabbing the back of your thighs to lift them and let out a grunt as he felt your walls tighten further around him. He was losing his mind. His hips moving in a wild, animalistic rhythm.

"I'm going to fill you up so good, baby." It sounded like a promise, you knew he was going to do it. His blunt nails digging into your skin, trying to hold on to something as he felt his dick quivering inside your walls, closing around his length.

"Come on, come on... Come for me, I want to feel you." His husky, raw tone of pure need finally brought you to orgasm. Your velvety walls clenched around him tightly, as if you wanted to extricate his dick. His breath caught as he felt your tight grip as if you were begging to be filled silly.

But relax, that's what he was going to do.

"God, baby-ah, you're tight me so good." He murmured dropping his head back, closing his eyes and relaxing his jaw with pleasure. His hips quivered, causing his to lose his rhythm.

You would look so pretty, your swollen pussy and his cum spurting out of your hole that was a portal to paradise. The image and the feeling of your wet walls around him was what drove him to madness.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck-!" he moaned over and over, ramming with each curse until potent, strong strands of semen exploded inside you, filling you with as much eagerness as he had wanted. He never would have imagined it would feel so good, so alive. His onslaught gradually slowed to a stop, panting heavily as his cock gave you all he had to offer. His eyes lowered to your pussy, withdrawing only to glowering at his work of art. His mess.

His fingers moved down to open the swollen lips of your pussy and watch his thick cum seep out of your weeping hole. He smirked, lifting his eyes finally.

"This pretty pussy deserves another load, Honey." He stated, beginning to rub his semi-hard cock up and down your quivering slit. Little did you know that you aroused the most primal, possessive side of the man who looked at you as if he wanted to devour you.

Because, oh, Leon is a really greedy man.

Let me know if you liked it, and please ignore if you see any mistakes 🫶🏻💕

(💌) bye, bye !

[dark-l-angel]

A/N : You know what? I adore this request. It’s playful, it’s layered, and it’s begging for that “behind-closed-doors” tenderness.

Now be a good girl and sit back.. let me spoil you with this.. I'll do all four batboys, because you deserve the full banquet, not just the appetizer. Cuz

Batfam x silent, shy mischaracterized reader

Dick grayson - Jason todd - Tim Drake - Damian Wayne

Dick Grayson :

Dick is the kind of man who sees through the mask. People might call you "cold" or "weird," but the first time he sees your eyes soften just a bit when you think no one's looking? Hooked. Absolutely gone.

He'll be the sunshine to your clouded day.. always teasing you gently in public, trying to coax out even the smallest smile, but never pushing.

The first time you finally let loose in private and start talking a mile a minute about something random? He just stares at you with the stupidest, most lovestruck grin.

"Oh my god, babe, this is what you were hiding? I'm the luckiest man alive."

He keeps your wild side a sacred secret. He adores that it’s his privilege alone.

He’ll even tease you about it when you're out: leans in and whispers "Careful, angel. Don't let them see how fun you are, they'll all want a piece of you."

And behind closed doors? He's either the loudest participant in your chaos, or he’s watching you go off with heart eyes, nodding like a dork.

Jason Todd :

Oh, Jason gets it. People call him intimidating too. He notices you straight away because your quiet is not absence.. it’s presence.

People whisper about you, call you scary or “odd,” and Jason internally rolls his eyes like, amateurs. They don’t know brilliance when it’s right in front of them.

The first time you finally talk his ear off in private? He melts. He doesn’t say anything at first, just listens with that soft, crooked smirk that means he’s head over heels.

He’ll tease you about your "silent assassin" public image, claiming you’re his partner in crime.

"Yeah, she doesn’t say much. But if she does? Better listen, ‘cause it’s probably the most interesting thing you'll hear all day."

In private, he loves instigating your chaotic side: random debates over silly things, sneaky pranks, or just wild storytelling sessions where you’re the main character and he’s your loyal audience.

Protective and proud. He loves that only he gets to see your untamed side.

Tim Drake :

Oh, you had this detective hooked at "mysterious."

Tim sees the layers immediately. He’s intrigued by your quietness, and while others get uncomfortable, he feels right at home.

When you finally open up in private, his brain short-circuits.. in the best way possible.

He'll obsess (lovingly) over the way you light up talking about your interests. Expect soft smiles and attentive listening, like you’re explaining the secrets of the universe.

He also gets very soft when you get animated. He low-key records little audio memos when you go off on your rambles, not to share, just to listen to later when he’s working late at the tower.

"People think you’re quiet, but honestly? You’re louder than my thoughts, and that’s saying something."

He encourages your chaotic side gently, always ready to dive deep into your interests with you.

Bonus: If anyone dares mischaracterize you in front of him, he’ll subtly but savagely correct them with facts that leave them blinking.

Damian Wayne :

Damian adores the fact that others misunderstand you.. it means they’re too simple to deserve your energy.

He respects your silence like a fellow warrior respects the sharpness of a hidden blade.

The first time you explode with excitement in private? He’s stunned, but deeply honored.

He won’t say it out loud (he has pride, after all), but internally? Finally. She trusts me.

"Your restraint in public is admirable," he'll say with a proud little smirk, "but I prefer you like this."

He loves your chaotic side.. he calls it your "fire beneath the ice." He’ll even play along with your madness, acting all serious, but secretly enjoying every second.

Damian will cut anyone down with words if they dare to misread you. He does not tolerate disrespect towards you.

Also? He deeply respects that you only let your true self show to a chosen few. That exclusivity is something he understands all too well.

Anyway.. they are obsessed with the fact that the world sees you as an enigma, but they get the backstage access to your beautiful, chaotic soul. You’re their favorite contradiction.

To everyone else? Silent stormcloud.

To them? Thunder and lightning, baby. Loud, wild, glorious, and full of life.

A/N : my dear, you just described a dream dynamic.. truly.. and I hope you feel a little seen in this. Actually, I’ll tell you something bold: your "resting bitch face" and quiet aura? It's a power. The real fun is knowing not everyone deserves to see your wild heart. But the ones who do? Oh, they’ll never get enough of you.

[randomshyperson]

Wanda holding hands 13 bc Ur smut is the best :D

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

prompt: linking hands together during sex | warnings: (+18) smut.

challenge masterlist | general masterlist

“Are you sure this is safe?”

Wanda lets out a giggle at your nervousness, sitting on your thighs, her hands resting on your stomach, she stares at you, her head slightly tilted.

"Are you questioning my magical abilities?" she counters your question with another one, receiving an offended snort in return.

"Of course not!" You mutter. You were looking at her before, but ended up looking down, where the toy conjured by the witch attached to your waist vibrates softly as if it were as desperate to feel her as you were half an hour ago when you both stumbled inside the rented room at the Harkness Mansion, where Wanda has been learning all sorts of magic for the past few months. Clearly, she has learned other interesting things, outside of the mandatory curriculum.

Your hands caress her thighs, but Wanda still notices the tension in your shoulders. She softens her gaze in your direction.

"It feels good, doesn't it? No need to worry." She rations, pleased to see you bite your lip as she tentatively caresses the plastic member. When you gasp at the stimulation, she feels a twinge of pride at her successful spell, too. "You can trust me."

"I trust you, darling." You assure her, a little out of breath and sweaty. It's round two already, and Wanda just proved her point by groping your new magical member, a squeeze that almost makes you lose your train of thought. "It's me I don't trust. What are we going to do about my strength? Are you sure-"

"That's exactly why I'm on top, silly." She cuts you off, adjusting herself on your lap in a way that brings her heat right where you want her. Your grip on her thighs tightens just enough to bruise. It's her time to bite her lip. With a deep breath, she stares at your eyes. "You just need to relax, and let me take charge. I bet you'll love it."

It's your turn to look at her adoringly. "Of course I will, it's you." You comment romantically, earning a shy smile from her. But then, there's a shift in her gaze. Wanda is still looking in your eyes as she adjusts the toy into her own entrance, teasing gently before slowly sinking down. She's able to feel every inch, filling her up to the bottom.

Your hands leave her thighs to grip the sheets, and she smiles breathlessly at your visible difficulty in keeping still, your jaw tensing as your stomach muscles tighten.

"See? I told you I'd like it." She teases, still getting used to the sensation of being full. She's pleased to know she got the size right, even though she can't help but imagine trying a bigger one in the future. "I'm going to start moving now, okay baby?"

But her body was betraying her. She was still quite sensitive, coming twice before for your fingers and tongue, she didn't imagine she'd be so affected so quickly when she switched to the toy. But the sensation was truly overwhelming. It was really different to feel you filling her like that, and in the attempt to grind against your lap, her body protested, as ready for climax as she had been when she started.

You came to her rescue immediately. Sitting, one of your hands brushed her hair away from her face, to get a better look at her before kissing her. Your other hand went down, wrapping around her waist and taking control of her movements. Wanda rewarded you with an affected moan against your lips, her thighs trembling on either side of your body as you forced her hips to move against yours. She didn't want to come so fast, but she couldn't help it. Being held like this, she felt so safe and loved that the knot in her lower belly exploded almost at the same moment you whispered "I got you, lovely". 

In the ecstasy of her own climax, she didn't notice your determination to hold back, unable to surrender without worries. It was only when she calmed down, breathless and still trying to get back into orbit, that she realized. Hugging you by the neck, she kissed your skin before speaking again. "I told you to trust me."

You sigh, caressing her back with open palms. "I do, but I don't want to hurt you." You murmur. Despite being bigger than Wanda, you suddenly seem very small. "Every muscle is amplified by the serum, Wands, you know that. I'm afraid I might-"

She cuts you off with a determined kiss. Wet and rough, it makes you gasp and grab her cheeks, pulling away for air. Wanda arches her back, teasing and baiting you, the image of her naked figure making you gasp. You stare at where your bodies connect, but don't move.

She grinds, and you groan. "Jesus, Wanda."

"You won't hurt me, I promise." She assures you, equally affected, having trouble keeping her eyes on you, her brow furrowed due to the roughness of her own hips' movements. Doing this, you kept hitting a sensitive spot inside her, and it was a hard feeling to ignore in order to speak. "It's part of the magic. Can you, for all that is holy, trust what I'm saying?"

You don't contradict, mainly because you're unable to hold back when Wanda is riding you so eagerly. You tense up then, panicking once you feel your climax reaching you, but to no avail, it's your attempt at holding it. An animalistic moan rips its way through your throat, and you grab Wanda's waist, holding her in place as you empty yourself inside her. She whines affectly, grabbing your shoulders as she feels the hot shot inside her. 

For a second, not only the toy soften but your body too, going heavy on her. She holds both of you to the bed with her thighs around your waist, a hand caressing your hair as she tries to ignore the way your cock is still pulsing and leaking inside her.

“Need a break, baby?” She asks softly but you groan deeply, hands suddenly firming around her to flip both of you in bed. She gasps when her back hits the mattress, but her surprise is turned into something else when you pound into her with strength. “Fuck.”

Her hands fell into the bed with the shifting in the position, and Wanda's eyes widened a little when you reached for them, holding them together above her head.

This was new and Wanda was definitely not complaining.

“We should have tried this ages ago.” You say, your voice husky due to the efforts and the previous orgasms. Wanda thinks you look beautiful like this, out of breath while you fuck her. “I could be gentle but… something tells me you don't want me to.”

Your free hand moves down to flick her swollen clit between your fingers and Wanda cries out, her back arching on the bed. You smirk, adjusting just so you could move the toy that slipped out back inside her.

There's a quick teasing from your part, pushing just the tip of the toy into her overstimulated dripping pussy, but sooner than later, you push all the way inside. Cursing under your breath as Wanda fights against the hold on her hands. She wants to hold you so badly that it physically consumes her and you end up pitying her pleasing eyes and needy moans. 

But you don't free her hands, instead, you entrelaces your fingers together in a deep grip that anchors her when your movements resume.

The pounding is rough, it cracks the bed and takes Wanda to a state of colorful eyes and magic emanation. The only noises in the room are the shared moaning and the obscene sounds of your cock pushing into her aching heat, the moisture of your last climax leaking into the bed. When she comes, all the lights in the bedroom flash. You follow her this time, groaning into her neck as you come. 

For a second, none of you are able to say anything, all but breathless gasps leaving your lips. Then, there's a shared giggle, and your fingers, still interlaced, squeeze before letting go, only for you to remove the sweaty hair away from her face.

“Hey, you.” She smiles at your words, tired eyes threatening to close as she looks at you. “Enjoying yourself aren't you?”

“Don't tease me, when you're just whining three seconds ago.” She retorts, getting a chuckle from you. Wanda let her hands cross behind your neck. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Honey, if I ever say no to that, you can bet I lost my mind for good.” You joke, muffling her and giggling with your mouth.

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The one with the alpha and his little lamb Part 1

Part 2

Ateez Yunho X female reader

Genres and warnings: werewolf Yunho x human reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates, fluff, angst, mature language, mild smut

Word count: 5.4k

Your life was as boring as it could get, before you took a tumble in the woods and came face to face with a large creature. Who would have known the man behind the beast would be a big softie, and your soulmate?

(Part 1 of a two part series)

"You're too stressed Yunho, you've got to calm down."

That was a sentence Yunho has heard about a million times before. How could he keep calm? He was about to become the official alpha of his pack, but his mate was nowhere in sight. He thought he'd have her by now, and they would be happily in love.

The universe had other plans, it seemed.

"Mingi, I love you, but please go home. I can't deal with all of this paperwork, and listen to you."

Mingi was his trusted beta, and he adored the man, but right now he wanted him gone. They've been friends since they were babies, born in the same pack. The friendship turned into brotherhood, and when they announced he was the new alpha, he immediately knew who would be his second in command. Unusually it was the other way around, and Yunho had to keep Mingi in check. This time, with the ceremony approaching, he was a bomb of nerves waiting to explode.

"Look, I'll go if it makes you feel better, but there is no point in sitting here, mopping around."

Yunho knew Mingi was right, but he just couldn't help the way he was feeling. He took great pride in being a werewolf, an alpha at that, but he needed his mate by his side. The ceremony was three weeks away, and the elders were starting to worry as well.

"I'm sorry Mingi, I'm usually more collected than this. Go home, I'll follow soon."

It seemed like his beta wanted to say more, but he decided against it. Yunho already had a lot on his plate, it would be best if he left him for a bit. The men exchanged goodbyes, and silence filled the room after the door closed.

Yunho took a deep breath, his wolf going haywire inside his head. He loved the damn thing, but sometimes he could get overbearing. There was an incredible ache in his chest, one that could only be soothed by his other half. Maybe he should go out on a run tonight, let out some steam.

He just hoped she would come soon, because he couldn't bear being alone for the rest of his life.

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Y/N wanted to be left alone for the rest of her godforsaken life. Men were shit, that much was obvious, but she was starting to lose hope at this point. After another disastrous date last night, she could barely get herself together.

Chan was nice, at first. Then he ate her portion of fries and dipped his finger in her custard. As if that wasn't enough, he licked her cheek as they said goodbye. Men really were dogs.

She deleted all of her dating apps, vowing to be celibate for the rest of her life. It was much easier that way.

There was no chance she could sleep peacefully tonight, so she decided to go running in the nearby forest.

Yes, that might sound unsafe, but there was a well known trail mapped out, and she's been in the city for a month now. Her new job in the marketing office was nice, her colleagues were polite, but she didn't make any friends yet. Perhaps that's why she's been on so many dates lately.

Deciding to leave those thoughts for a later time, she stood up from her bed and went to her closet to put on her running clothes. It was hot outside, so she opted for a pair of shorts and a simple T-shirt. After lacing up her shoes, she made her way out of her building and towards the woods.

It was slowly starting to become dark outside, and she knew she couldn't spend as much time as she'd like. She was alone, after all, and that wasn't a risk she was willing to take. Soon enough, she was greeted by the soft forest ground. Her steps turned into a jog, and before long, she was huffing and letting her frustration out.

What she failed to notice was a tree root sticking out of the ground, and suddenly she was tumbling down onto the dirt path.

She fell with a yelp, wincing loudly as she tried to get herself together. It was her fault, being so careless on this terrain. Now she would have to hobble back home, and that would take a long time. Her knee was bleeding, the skin around the cut red and irritated.

"Great! Is this all? Does the universe have something else in store for me?!" She yelled in no particular direction, frustrated with herself and her life.

A loud growl made her freeze.

"Um... I was just joking... Come on, I can't get eaten here!" Her yelling turned into a whisper.

Her eyes scanned the area, looking for the source of the noise. It was impossible to tell where it came from, but she was certain she heard it.

While she was trying to decipher whether this was a life or death situation, an excited wolf was looking at her from the shadows.

Yunho couldn't believe it. There she was, in all her glory. His mate. His one and only.

His true love, sitting down on the floor, hurt.

The feeling in Yunho's chest became tighter. How could she be hurt? She wasn't supposed to be in harm's way, not with him by her side. He'd make sure that this kind of thing never happened again.

The beautiful woman was still looking around, probably scared by his growl. He couldn't help it, he was too excited to see her. Maybe he should come a bit closer?

Would he scare her? Probably.

Did he care after finally finding her? Not really.

Slowly, he approached her crouched form. Her scent was more intense the closer he got, and it made his whole body warm up. He picked up hints of vanilla and cherry, so sweet he could almost taste it in his mouth.

The rustle of the leaves in front of her made Y/N freeze. She could now clearly see the figure emerging from the shadows. It looked like a wolf, he was too large for that kind of animal. Wolves weren't supposed to be this huge. His fur was midnight black, and it was tough to focus on him so late at night.

What caught her attention the most were his eyes. They were red, the colour popping out in the darkness.

This was it. Her final moments in life would be spent as wolf kibble. Did something like that even exist? There was no time to brainstorm, because the monstrous animal stepped closer. Her arms went up to protect herself, as if they'd do much.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my... Please make it quick."

She waited, but nothing was happening. The only sound she heard were her own whimpers, along with something loud thumping on the ground. Moving her hands from her head, she saw the strange wolf sitting down in front of her. His head was on his paws, demeanor calm. What the hell?

For a moment she swore he looked into her eyes, as if to show her he wasn't going to do any harm. It would be foolish to think so, but her fear overpowered her common sense.

The strange animal slowly inched closer to her. She tried to get away, but the pain in her leg stopped her.

"Ouch! Motherfuc-" Y/N cut herself off, remembering she wasn't alone.

The wolf... Whimpered? It sounded like he was the wounded one, not her. His head was now at her feet, but he didn't stop crawling closer.

"Hey there Mr. Big Guy." She said nervously.

In a flash, the giant animal's head was on her lap, gazing up at her eyes.

This was not happening. There was no way in hell she was sitting on a dirt path in the middle of the woods with a giant wolf thing in her lap.

Said thing reminded her that it indeed was by whimpering again.

Y/N didn't know what to do next. Does she throw him off and try to run? Does she... Pet him? Did he want that?

She cleared her throat. "Listen up Big Guy, I'm about to do something really stupid, but you seem like you want me to. Here goes nothing."

Her hands slowly went to the creature's head, patting lightly to see his reaction. He didn't move, nor did he take his eyes off of her. The only thing she noticed was his tail. It was moving around like a dog's. That was a good sign, right?

She got bolder with her moves, so she scratched behind his ears. His tail was now moving faster, his posture relaxed and happy, she thought.

"You like that, don't you?"

A grumble left his chest, his body now fully stretched out on the floor, head relaxed in her lap. She continued scratching and petting him in silence, in utter disbelief of the situation.

"It's fine, everything's fine. I'm just here, in the woods, petting a wolf. No big deal? Yeah? Yeah."

Yunho thought she was odd, talking to herself like that. That might have been his fault, but he only had pure intentions. The mate bond probably made her trust him a bit more, so she relaxed quickly. It was weird, though. He couldn't sense her inner wolf at all. Was it dormant? Maybe she was afraid?

That usually wasn't the case with mates. Their wolves would thrive in a situation like this. He took a quick sniff again, and it came to him.

She was human.

His mate was a human with no trace of the werewolf gene.

What will the elders say? How can he be the pack alpha without a strong werewolf female by his side? His cubs? What about his future cubs?

A hundred thoughts were running around in his head, but they soon vanished when he heard her giggle.

"You're quite the softie, aren't you?"

Yunho felt proud. He managed to make her laugh in the short amount of time he was present, and he was in his wolf form. It just solidified the fact that he, actually, didn't care about her non supernatural status.

She was his, and she was perfect.

He wished he could speak to her properly, introduce himself and proclaim his undying love for her. It may seem sudden to the average person, but werewolves mate for life. Their bond is so strong, they feel each other's emotions from miles away. It was a bit difficult to do that with her, just because she couldn't communicate with him properly.

The option of changing back in front of her was off the table for now, but he could enjoy the moment for a little while longer.

Her pets didn't stop, and she slowly started talking again.

"I'm sorry I freaked out. I see there was no reason to. Well, you're still much bigger than me, and you eat meat. I know this doesn't make sense to you, but to me it kind of does."

She glanced around herself, realising how late it had gotten.

"Mr. Wolf, I... I have to go home now. It's late, and I'm all alone. I don't know how I'm going to hobble my way out of here, but I better do it soon. We can meet again, okay?"

Wait, was she leaving him?

How can this be? He just got her!

Yunho didn't realise how worked up he got, and the growl he let out wasn't on purpose. She, however, didn't cower away this time.

"Hey! Do you want me to bleed out? I need to go, but I promise I'll come back to meet you. I'll even bring you a treat!"

Okay, that did make him feel better. He could let her go now, but she'll be back. Maybe next time he could come out in his human form? Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

Reluctantly, Yunho stood up from his position in her lap. She tried pushing herself off the ground, but her leg was still weak. He kneeled before her, hoping she would get the message and hold onto him.

Thankfully, she did, grabbing into his fur carefully and pulling herself up. She hobbled a bit, but managed to stay on her feet. Once she was stable, she let him go. Now that they were both on their feet, she noticed he came up to her waist in height.

"Hmm... What are you? You're no ordinary wolf, for sure. You must be special, there's no other way to explain it."

Yes, Yunho thought, there was. He was a werewolf for crying out loud. You patted him on the head again before making your way towards the direction you came from. He was one step behind you, making sure your balance wasn't off.

"You know I can't bring you home with me? You should stop following me."

She could bring him home, but where would she put him? He wasn't exactly apartment friendly. There was no answer, not like she expected it to be, so she answered instead.

"Maybe I can sneak you in somehow? No, that would be ridiculous. Please, stop following me, I don't have the strongest willpower, and I'll end up taking you home."

Yunho felt happy. His mate didn't want to be separated from him. The bond did its job, but he could also tell her real feelings. As much as Yunho wanted to never be apart from her again, he had to stay back. People in town were familiar with the legend of a werewolf pack residing here, but he hadn't seen her before. She also had a different scent than the regulars, so she must be from somewhere else.

Just as they approached the edge of the forest, Yunho sat down on his hind legs and watched her hobble the rest of the way out. She turned around, looking at him with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Wolf. I'll see you again soon."

With a wave, his mate was gone.

The ache in his chest got worse as she went further away, but he knew this wasn't the time to chase after her. She promised she'd be back, and he could search for her in town. Maybe she'd appreciate his human form a bit more.

He took a final sniff of the air, savouring her scent before running back through the forest towards his home.

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Y/N was always questioning her mental state, but she now determined she was out of it. Did she really talk to a wolf?

She couldn't really talk to anyone about her encounter, because she had no friends, and nobody would believe her. What intrigued her the most was the certain aura around the animal. It felt powerful, like it meant something big. It surprised her how well they communicated. It was like he could sense her mood, and he acted according to that.

Reaching her apartment after a long walk back, she made her way to her bathroom to wash off the grime and dirt. As she shampooed her hair and skin, she felt little tingles going over her body.

It almost felt like another pair of hands were on her. A big, strong and secure pair. Maybe she was too touch deprived, so her brain conjured it up. She didn't want to get too into it, so she quickly washed herself off and changed into her pyjamas.

As she lay there in her bed, the moonlight shined through her window and lit up her room. The moon was bright tonight, and she fell asleep gazing at it out her window.

Somewhere, deep into the forest, an alpha was sitting outside his mansion, thanking the Moon Goddess for finally bringing him his happiness. He only hoped his little mate would feel the same way about him.

Yunho had a plan. First of all, he had to find out who she was. He hadn't seen her before in town, which meant she was probably new. Maybe he could take a stroll around the center tomorrow and try to look for her?

He remembered her words from earlier. She said she'd be back in the forest to bring him treats. He hoped she truly meant it. Yunho would just have to wait and see.

"Hey Yun. What are you smiling for?"

The alpha turned around and saw Mingi leaning on the front door.

"Nothing much. I found her, Mingi."

His beta's eyes widened. He was beside Yunho in a flash, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him.

"What? Are you serious? How did it happen?"

Yunho smiled, pushing Mingi's hands off of him.

"Calm down boy. It was... I don't know, it was so random. I went out for a run and just bumped into her. I was in my wolf form though, so it was kind of awkward at first."

"You didn't scare her off?" Mingi asked.

"Not really. She warmed up to me quickly. I just have to find her tomorrow, and meet her properly."

"Do you know who she is?"

Yunho sighed, glancing at the moon again.

"I have no clue. I'll have to go and look for her in town. I thought it would be easier."

The men sat next to each other on the steps, silence enveloping them. Mingi was happy Yunho finally got to meet his other half, but there seemed to be something else bothering him. He cleared his throat, placing a comforting hand on his best friend's shoulder.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Yunho nodded, realising he didn't have to keep quiet about his mate's status, at least not to Mingi.

"She's... She's human, Mingi. My mate is a human, there is no trace of the gene in her. I would have felt it."

Mingi fell silent. He knew Yunho would have a field trip with the elders later. Sometimes, he hated the way Yunho's life had so many obstacles. Being an alpha wasn't easy, and now finding his mate was even tougher. He felt for his friend, his true brother, but he couldn't do anything to help.

"Do you feel the bond?" Mingi almost whispered.

"In every vessel of my body." Yunho confirmed.

"Then nothing else matters. As long as you know she is your mate, nobody can do or say anything about it. It's your choice, your destiny. The Moon Goddess wouldn't make a mistake, even if it's unexplainable or unfair."

Yunho's eyes softened. He knew what Mingi was talking about. His beta met his soulmate a long time ago, but she didn't want to live a pack life. Three years have passed since she left town, not even glancing back at Mingi. It tore him apart, but he learned to live through it all. Nobody knew about the nights he spent crying into his pillow, except for Yunho. He's gotten much better with the help of the rest of the boys in his pack. Hongjoong always dragged him around to music stores, Wooyoung taught him how to cook, and Jongho sparred with him almost every day. The boys were a nice distraction, and they had a positive influence on Mingi. He was thankful his friend was back on his feet, living the life he deserved.

"Thank you, Mingi. Somehow, you always know what to say." Yunho reached over and pulled him into a hug. He wasn't always affectionate, but it came naturally with his beta.

"No problem. Now, go inside and sleep. We'll think of a plan tomorrow."

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Y/N was feeling antsy. The pain in her knee was bearable now, but the memory of last night wasn't.

She almost felt... Sad. There was no way she was sad about not spending more time with a literal wolf, but her feelings were confusing. Her workplace was suffocating, and she couldn't wait for the day to end.

All she wanted was her bed, a glass of wine, and a good movie. Maybe she could take a stroll through the woods again?

Now, that would be ridiculous. What would she do, hobble around trying to look for a wild animal?

She did promise him a treat, and she wasn't someone who went back on her promises.

Determined, and probably a little crazy, she went to the local butchers to buy a pound of beef. That would probably be enough for the furry creature. As she drove to her destination, it dawned on her how bizarre this whole thing was. For some odd reason, she didn't care much.

Parking near the entrance from last night, she exited her vehicle and made her way into the trees, bag of meat in hand. She thanked the lord she decided to wear her converse, otherwise walking would be a disaster.

"Mr. Wolf? I came back for you! Are you around here?"

A couple miles away, Yunho's whole body began to tingle. He could feel her on his territory. Did she come back for him? His protective instinct took over immediately. Was she crazy? It was starting to get dark out, and she was probably still injured.

He stood up abruptly, and the boys around the dinner table went silent. Mingi could sense there was something wrong.

"Yun, are you okay?" He asked.

The alpha barely glanced at his pack before pushing away from the table and storming out the door.

"Gotta go, be back later, don't eat all of the pie!" He shouted before shifting mid air and sprinting towards the direction his mate would be.

She seemed like a girl who'd keep him on his toes, and he kind of liked that. His legs kept pushing him to go faster, and before long, he could smell her scent in the air. The blood in his veins began warming up, and as soon as he noticed her figure, he almost howled in glee.

Y/N turned around, hearing the rustling of the leaves behind her. She wasn't even scared, not questioning whether it could be another animal. She knew it was him.

What she wasn't prepared for was his large body jumping onto hers. They tumbled to the ground, and the wolf began licking around her face. She barely managed to shield herself from his slobbers.

"Okay, okay! I'm excited too, but please get off!"

He immediately listened to her command, stepping off her body and sitting down in front of her.

"Hey there buddy. Look! I brought you beef!"

She picked up the bag from the floor, opening it up and pushing it towards him. Yunho sniffed around, excited to eat again. His mate was a true sweetheart. The beef she brought wasn't cheap, and she was about to spoil what she thought was an animal. She truly had a heart of gold.

Yunho quickly inhaled the meat, licking his face afterwards before jumping onto her again. This time he didn't lick her, but he just laid his whole body over her. The woman chuckled, taking her hand to pet around his ears.

Yunho was ecstatic. His mate was enjoying his presence, and he was taking in hers as much as he could. The euphoria clouded his mind a bit, and he thought about shifting back to his human form.

Would she be scared?

Maybe she'd run away and never speak to him again. He just got her, he couldn't lose her. He knew the logical option would be to just enjoy another moment and try to look for her tomorrow.

However, his instinct took over in a second, and he pushed his large body off of her. She looked confused.

"What's wrong buddy? I thought you liked being pet? Did I do something wrong?"

Yunho's chest hurt. He didn't want her to think anything she could do was wrong. She was an angel, spending time with a monster like him, and he was probably about to make it worse.

Yunho sat on his hind legs, keeping his eyes on his mate. She was still on the floor, sitting cross legged, returning his stare.

The ground started to rumble a bit as the transformation began. His bones cracked, emitting a horrible sound, and he could tell she was getting scared. In a matter of moments, his human form was in front of Y/N, butt naked and smiling.

"Hi. I'm Yunho."

His sentence was met with silence, his mate's eyes wide and terrified. He cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Sorry we had to meet like this. Thank you for the meat, how did you know I loved beef? It was delicious."

Y/N didn't know what to do. Was she high? No, she never took drugs in her life. Did she have a concussion? Also no, she hurt her knee.

What the hell was this then? There was a naked, very handsome man, sitting across from her. How did he get there? What happened to the wolf?

She must be hallucinating. There was no other explanation.

"Hello? Are you with me? You still haven't told me your name?"

The man was persistent. After he asked for her name, she kind of came back to the present. She quickly stood up, trying to steady her footing. Curse her stupid knee.

"Whoa, careful! That thing must hurt! You should be resting right now, you took a good tumble yesterday."

Why was he speaking like he was there? He wasn't, the wolf... Oh God.

"You... You're a..." It was the only thing she managed to say before turning around and trying to sprint back to her car.

"Hey! Wait up!"

Yunho took off after her, catching her easily. He grabbed her by the arms, turning her around. She screamed, but he quickly covered her mouth.

"What is with you today? Stop screaming, people might think something bad is happening." He took his hand off and Y/N trashed around in his embrace.

"Get off of me you... You freak! You're a naked freak! Let go!"

Her words hurt, but Yunho knew she must be frightened.

"I'm not a freak, I'm your mate!"

She froze, looking into his eyes. She did have to admit, he was the most beautiful man she's ever seen. His hair was ruffled, chest broad, shoulders wide. She glanced down, heat creeping up her cheeks. There was something else big about him, but she was too embarrassed to look again.

Yunho noticed her blush while checking him out, and he felt proud. He could sense the change of emotions in her, and he knew she was loosening up. The bond helped in this situation.

"Like what you see little lamb? This is all yours to look at. You can touch me if you want to."

Yunho let go of her hands, putting some space between them to help her relax. He could see she was thinking about it, but she was still apprehensive.

Slowly, one of her hands lifted up, lightly caressing a deep scar on his peck. Her touch was soft, and Yunho couldn't help feeling excited.

"You... I'm so confused." She whispered.

"It's okay. This is a bit much to take in. We can take things slow. What about your name first, him?"

She looked into his eyes, going over her options.

For some reason, she didn't feel threatened by him. If he was (and she knows this sounds crazy) the wolf from earlier, he wouldn't do her any harm. Making up her mind, she took a deep breath.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N. Yunho, was it?" She somehow managed to get out.

The man in front of her was ecstatic.

"Yes, yes. Yunho. I'm your mate. Pleasure to meet you."

Y/N looked even more confused.

"Why do you keep saying that word? What does that mean? Are we... Buddies? I don't get it." She shook her head, pointing a finger at him.

"And what the hell are you?"

Yunho chuckled. She was a spicy one for sure.

"I am a werewolf. A shape shifter. And no, we are not buddies. We're mates, as in soulmates. You're my other half, Y/N." Yunho was about to take her hands in his when she abruptly stepped back.

"Woah, take it easy Mister. Werewolves? Soulmates?" She sat down on a tree stump, head in hands.

"I need a moment."

Yunho knelt down in front of her, and she realized he was still bare. Without a word, she took off her jacket and handed it to him. He looked confused.

"Please, cover yourself up. I can't think with you naked in front of me."

"But... This is all yours, little lamb. My body is yours to enjoy."

He sounded so innocent, it made Y/N almost swoon.

"I'll... I'll look some other time. Cover up, please."

The man took the jacket and wrapped it around his waist, sitting down afterwards. Y/N cleared her throat and looked at him, more comfortable now that everything wasn't visible.

"So... Werewolf. How does that work?"

Yunho smiled. "Well, I am the alpha of my pack. It's a big pack, our territory spreads out far from this town. I can shift whenever I want, and I enjoy spending time in my wolf form. My pack mates live in a big house near mine, we have a mansion for ourselves, don't worry."

He said it so casually, she almost missed it.

"Woah, woah. Who's 'we'? I don't know you, and frankly, I still don't believe what's happening."

"I get it, but it's just how it goes. Now that we've met, it will only progress naturally. You don't have to be afraid, I already have deep feelings towards you. You are my one and only, as I am yours. Don't you feel it?"

Yunho placed his hand on her knee, and she did feel it. There was a certain warmth coming from his touch, and she's never felt like this before.

"See? You're confused, and that's okay. I just don't want you to be afraid of me."

Her gaze now softened on the big man in front of her. He was worried about scaring her off. Honestly, she was accepting this more quickly than she thought she was supposed to. Y/N needed to go home, otherwise she might do something stupid, like following him to his house.

"I have to go." She stood up, not bothering to look at Yunho again, and made her way towards her car.

"Wait! Y/N! Don't go!" He ran after her, catching her easily. His grip wasn't tight, he just didn't want her to run off, again.

"Please, don't leave me now. I just got you!" He pleaded.

Y/N felt sad all of the sudden. She wanted to reassure him that everything would be fine.

"Yunho... I have to go home and think about all of this. Don't you think I deserve that? I don't know you, and all of the things you said are a bit much for me. You need to let me go." That made his grip on her tighten.

"No! Please! You'll leave me and never come back! Please, we can get to know each other. I-I... Let's go on a date!"

Her eyes widened. The man was frightened about the possibility of rejection, and her heart clenched.

"A date? Okay... Let's go on a date. I'll go home now, but I'll be back tomorrow. We can talk some more. I'm surprised at how calm I am about this."

Yunho smiled. "That's because the bond is making you feel safe. It's doing its job. I'll be here tomorrow, and I'll wear proper clothes, I promise. I can't wait to see you again, my little lamb."

He wanted to hug her, or place a kiss on her cheek, but he didn't want to overwhelm her. So, he opted on patting her head. The beautiful woman smiled up at him.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the one who pets you."

Yunho chuckled, bending down to be eye level with her.

"You can pet me anytime you want."

Y/N blushed, and detangled herself from him and turning around to walk away.

"Okay now, I'm off. See you tomorrow wolf boy!"

All she heard was his laugh, and it brought a smile to her face.

Her life was about to become a lot stranger than she expected, but she wasn't complaining. If a man like that wanted her, who was she to question it?

.

.

[spiderb00bs]

- SHOW TIME

Sabrina Carpenter x (g!p) reader

“you loved your popstar girlfriend, but sometimes things got a bit out of control"

Genre – smut 18+ MDNI     Warnings – p in v, oral (s!receiving)

(request) 

Now playing – Jealous, by Nick Jonas

“'Cause you're too sexy, beautiful, and everybody wants a taste. That's why, I still get jealous"

you were proud of your girlfriend, your chest burned with pride every time you saw her perform on stage. You and Sabrina had been friends since your Disney days, you'd been through a lot together and you'd lived through it all without ever separating. When the two of you realized you were in love, it was natural, almost as if you'd been dating your whole lives, and even though you'd known the girl forever, it would be an understatement to say that some things haven't changed in recent years.

Sabrina was now recognized worldwide, her work crossed barriers and that made you feel very proud of her. You always knew your girlfriend was sexy and charming on her own, and when she brought that to the stage, everyone loved it. The confident, empowered aura she exuded left everyone wanting more, the fans screaming for her, their chests about to explode. And that's exactly how you were right now, at the door of your girlfriend's dressing room, with your chest about to explode, building up the courage to go in.

Unlike the fans, your chest was heavy for another reason: jealousy.

You knew that the blonde always did things like this on stage, it never bothered you, it was never a problem for you. After all, you knew that Sabrina was extremely professional, and she loved you and would never do anything to disrespect you. So why did your chest burn so much when you saw that performance?

You knew nothing had happened, you knew Sabrina would never be disrespectful, you knew she was just acting, and you knew that was just the dancer's job, to act cool and flash for the camera. Heck, you remember going to rehearsals and laughing about how Sabrina's dancer was a little nervous in your presence, you remember reassuring him and your girlfriend about how you felt about the performance, you remember Sabrina asking if everything was okay with you.

Why on earth are you feeling so jealous now?

Mustering up the courage, you opened the door to your girlfriend's dressing room, watching her look for you in the reflection of the dressing table mirror. "Hey, baby!"

Coming towards you, Sabrina threw herself into your arms, taking you by surprise and knocking you onto the sofa. Her hands were on your chest as she giggled and looked for a way to stand up slightly.

"Hi, brina." That's all you said.

Sabrina looked at you suspiciously, the excited smile on her face fading slightly as a confused expression formed. Her hips moved as she sat on you, looking at you and possibly trying to decipher why you didn't seem as excited as she was.

"What happened?" The blue-eyed woman asked, making you look away from her.

"Nothing, I was just a bit surprised by the sudden attack." You tried to joke, giving a little laugh that turned into an awkward cough when you saw that Sabrina didn't believe you.

"I know when you're lying." Holding onto the blonde's hips, you let your hands run down her body.

"I'm not lying." Sabrina stared at you one last time, narrowing her eyes before leaning in and taking your lips in hers.

The kiss was soft, and you could taste the watermelon gloss she had applied earlier. Your hands moved up, squeezing her waist before moving down to rest comfortably on her ass. Sabrina gasped when she felt your cock start to grow inside your pants, rolling over, she broke the kiss when an involuntary moan came from her lips.

"You know, seeing you on stage made me a little mad." You began, finding the clasp of the bra she was wearing and unbuttoning it. "Seeing that man wink at me, as if you were his. You're mine!"

Feeling you spread kisses over her breasts, Sabrina moaned, struggling to form a sentence with all the new information you'd given her.

"Are you jealous, baby?" The blonde's smile soon crumbled into a sly moan as she felt you suck on her exposed nipple. Reaching out, Sabrina grabbed your hair, pushing you even closer to her - if that was possible.

"I'll show you who you belong to." Unzipping the corset she was wearing, you threw the garment on the floor, knowing you'd probably get a scolding from your girlfriend's stylists.

"Make me yours, babe. Show me how much you love me."

Sabrina's words sounded like a soccer cheer for a player, falling on your ears like an incredible melody, which only increased your hunger. Placing the blonde on the sofa, you took off the only piece of clothing that was blocking what you wanted most. The red stockings were still tightly hugging her legs, but you thought she looked so sexy in them that you didn't want to take them off.

Kneeling down, you smiled at the state of your girlfriend, panting and whimpering desperately for you. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet."

"All for you, baby. Grabbing your hair, Sabrina guided you to where she needed you most. "Make me feel good, please."

Without a second's warning, you plunged in, licking up your girlfriend's juices as if it were the only source of water in the desert. Her taste was wonderful, and you moaned, sending pleasurable vibrations to Sabrina. The blonde moaned arching her back, her thighs were trembling in your hands, and she still held your head like a lifeline.

Feeling her liquid drip down your chin, you stood up, moving up your girlfriend's body and kissing her lips passionately. Sabrina could taste her on your lips, moaning when the taste hit her tongue.

"Baby, I need more." The blonde grabbed your face. Her nails were lightly digging into your cheeks, and you could see her desperation shining in her eyes.

"Tell me who you belong to." Undoing your belt, you pulled down your pants. Sabrina could see how hard you were and she moaned when you finally pulled your cock out of your underwear.

"I'm yours, baby. I always have been." Her hands reached for your neck, making you look up at her.

Sabrina's eyes exuded love, she meant exactly what she was saying. You placed your lips on hers, kissing her with love and passion. Her lips fit yours perfectly. Without Sabrina realizing it, you slid into her, the blonde gasping into the kiss as soon as she felt you fully.

Breaking away from the kiss, you brought your forehead together with Sabrina's, gazing into her eyes as you let the sensations take over. Your moans filled the room, and you were slightly worried that someone might hear you.

"Baby, we have to be quieter, okay?!" You saw Sabrina nod, but she contradicted herself as soon as you accelerated your thrusts.

Sabrina's loud moans continued to ring through the room, and you had to bring your hand up to her mouth so you wouldn't get caught. Feeling the blonde tremble beneath you, you knew she was going to come again. You made a point of going faster and deeper, while kissing your girlfriend's neck and breasts.

Sabrina's attempts to speak were muffled by your hand, and you could see the desperation in her eyes. "I know baby, come for me."

Without needing a second command, the blonde rolled her eyes so hard that for a minute you doubted they would ever return to normal. Sabrina's body seemed to combust, and her grip around you made you cum along with her.

Both of your breaths were ragged, and you finally felt your muscles relax. Removing your hand from Sabrina's mouth, you lay on her chest, the blue-eyed woman's hands going straight to your hair, her caress and nails scratching your scalp making you close your eyes momentarily.

"I love you, baby. You're the only girl in my life." Kissing your head, Sabrina felt you sigh. "Forever."

Lifting your head from her chest, you smiled, kissing Sabrina's lips. "And I'm yours, baby. I love you."

The smile on Sabrina's face made your heart warm, you knew you would never let her go.

"You know we're going to get a scolding from the whole team, don't you?!"

It hasn't been reviewed, but I hope there aren't too many mistakes. I also hope you're all doing well. This is for everyone who was asking me for more from Sabrina.

Actually, I think this has been the top three most requested in recent weeks;

Jenna

Sabrina

Ella

you guys are really something.

drink water and stay safe,

xoxo, spider.

[weneeya]

shy shy shy m.list | rules

pairing. haikyuu x reader

characters. bokuto, kuroo, akaashi, kageyama

note. HAIKYUU IS SO BACK omg you can't imagine how happy i am to know that i'm going to see my boys on screen for more time!! ofc i had to write with them to celebrate <3 please request with haikyuu more and keep going for much longer!

Bokuto

Having a crush on someone as shining as Bokuto was difficult, you had to admit it. It was none of his fault, of course ; you couldn’t blame him for being such an extrovert. It was almost like a joke to have someone as introverted as you wanting to stand by his side. But how could it be different? Everything about Bokuto was absolutely amazing. 

The real problem was how oblivious the boy was. You weren’t the best at sending signals, that was for sure, but Bokuto didn’t understand any of them, not even the most obvious ones. You were starting to think that there was no way this could work ; but you would never be able to admit anything out loud, while looking right into his eyes. 

You were both walking together to the gymnasium after your class. He was as excited as ever, claiming that he couldn’t wait to show you the new tricks he learnt so you would see how great of a player he was. Your eyes were never leaving his face ; it was like you weren’t able to look away even if you wanted to. Something about him was simply dragging you in. 

Until Bokuto noticed when he turned his head to take a look at you. He tilted his head to the side, raising his eyebrows a little. “Something’s wrong?” He asked bluntly, and you swore you could feel your heart about to explode in your chest. Your face began to burn almost immediately as you looked away, stuttering a few unintelligible words. 

You had stopped in your path, and so he did a few steps ahead of you. He crossed his arms on your chest, apparently understanding your few words about being sorry or anything. “You’re great y’know. You shouldn’t look down on yourself like this.” 

It was always like this with him. Either he was the most oblivious guy on Earth, or he was saying the right words way too easily, like it was nothing for him. You looked up at him, nodding slightly with the hint of a smile, which made Bokuto’s smile come back wider than before. “It’s better! Come watch me play now!” 

And he walked back to the gym with his prideful smile while you were almost melting behind him. You didn’t know if you’d be able to confess to him one day, but if something was sure, it was that Bokuto Koutarou would be the death of you. 

Kuroo

You were well aware of how much Kuroo loved to tease you. It seemed to be his favorite game since the two of you grew closer. The thing was that you were the most introverted person he ever met, and his best friend was Kenma. It wasn’t exactly that you were introverted, but you really were so shy. It made your reactions to his teasing so adorable, he couldn’t help himself. 

It didn’t annoy you, but you knew sometimes it made you hesitate about doing some things. You were always hesitant about initiating stuff, but knowing he would tease you made you doubt a bit more. It wasn’t his fault, it simply was your brain torturing yourself. You knew that he would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. 

You were sitting in the gym while he was training with his team, waiting for him to finish. A small notebook on your knees, your eyes were focused on his movements and how good he looked while playing. It was probably the moments you saw him being the most serious and focused. 

You quickly grabbed a pen in your bag and, maybe a bit too naturally, you began to sketch some small doodles of Kuroo playing volleyball. You were so absorbed by what you were doing that you didn’t notice the team taking a break and Kuroo walking to you. 

He glanced above your shoulder, a grin appearing on his lips. “Am I looking this good?” He asked, and you jumped slightly because of the surprise. You quickly hid your notebook, turning around to look at him with your face all red. Of course, he had to see you doing this. You wanted to disappear in a hole and never appear again. 

He chuckled a bit, taking a sip of water from his bottle. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was flattered that you were taking him as a model for your drawings. With how shy you were, he was sometimes wondering about how you felt about him. Yes, he was scared you might ending up disliking him because of his teasing or else. 

He quickly pushed away those thoughts when he saw your cute expression while you were trying to explain yourself while stuttering, which made him grin a bit more. He pinched your cheek, back to teasing you while you trying to push him away while getting redder each second. Teasing you really was his favorite game.

Akaashi

Holding hands shouldn’t be so complicated, you thought to yourself. You always had troubles initiating physical touch, yes, but a simple hold shouldn’t wake you up at night thinking about it. Akaashi was a sweet guy, but you couldn’t help being scared about how he could react if you decided to hold his hand in public. Right, you were together, like in a relationship, but still! What if he didn’t want you to? You wouldn’t be able to look at yourself again if you got brushed off like this. 

It was a calm afternoon and you were walking in a peaceful street with Akaashi, simply enjoying the sun and having a small walk. He wanted to go to the library, and you didn’t refuse when he asked you to come with him. But now, all your mind could think about was how you wanted to hold his hand without being able to do anything. 

You were side by side, your eyes drifting down to his fingers from time to time as the idea stayed in your mind. In a burst of courage, your fingers slightly brushed his knuckles in a failed attempt before you moved them away without grabbing his hand. Except that your fingers didn’t have the time to run away, being caught back by Akaashi’s hand. 

He looked at you with a light smile, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. You felt the tip of your ears burning a little when you met his gaze, but a soft smile quickly appeared on your lips. It didn’t need any words, because Akaashi could read you like an open book and you knew his eyes well enough to understand anything without a word. 

Perhaps holding hands wasn’t so hard in the end.

Kageyama

He was bad at reading people. He never really learnt, and no matter how hard he was trying, he always ended up having some trouble understanding reactions. It was getting better, thanks to his team ; but when it came to you, Kageyama was completely lost. Sometimes he wondered if you weren’t hating him, because he swore you were avoiding him. 

The reality was that you were awfully intimidated by him, and you were scared about what your heart was telling you each time you met his eyes. He didn’t seem to be someone really mean, but he really seemed difficult to approach. At least, for someone as afraid of people as you, it seemed impossible. 

But Kageyama liked you. He knew it, he talked about it with his senpais and they all told him that it was this. So why were you running away every time he tried to talk to you alone? It was a bit frustrating, he had to admit it. 

You knew it wasn’t a solution, but what were you supposed to do? Face your feelings? No way. Except that he didn’t give you the choice. One afternoon, while you were walking to the gymnasium to give something to Hinata, you got stopped by Kageyama with his usual neutral almost mean natural face. 

“Do you hate me?” His words came out quickly, before you had the chance to leave, and they surprised you. You opened your eyes wide, shaking your head. “What? No!” You replied, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Then why are you avoiding me?” Oh. You couldn’t escape it this time. 

You tried to align a few words, stuttering something about how you felt, how worried it made you. Kageyama didn’t understand everything, but he got the main idea : you were afraid about how he was feeling. Fine, he just had to be honest then. If it meant you would stop avoiding him, it was good. 

“I like you too, so don’t avoid me,” he said and you simply looked into his eyes with your lips parted. Your face burned red, and the second after you were hiding it with your hands, saying he was an idiot. Did he do something wrong? Kageyama wasn’t sure, but at least, you were answering him now. He was happy.

thanks for reading <3

[harrysfolklore]

yes do the lewis fic pleaseee

short and sweet bc i promised anon i would do ittt i hope you like it

You're fidgeting with your rings - his rings, actually, that you stole months ago - when Lewis notices your knee bouncing for the hundredth time. The arena feels too warm despite your backless Valentino.

"You're going to drill a hole through the floor, love," he murmurs, leaning close enough that his lips brush your ear. His hand finds yours, warm and steady.

"Easy for you to be calm," you whisper back. "You've won eight world championships."

"Seven," he corrects automatically, making you roll your eyes.

"The eighth was robbed and we all know it." It's an old argument, one that makes him smile every time. "Besides, this is different. This is-"

"This is you about to win Song of the Year," he finishes, so confident it makes your heart ache.

You turn to face him properly, taking in how unfairly good he looks in his suit. "How are you so sure?"

"Because," he says, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I was there when you wrote it at 3 AM on my kitchen floor. When you called me crying because the bridge wasn't right."

"You're biased," you argue, but you're smiling now. "You have to say that. It's in the boyfriend contract."

"Ah yes, the famous 'support your controversially young girlfriend' clause," he teases, and you can't help but laugh. It's become a running joke between you, how the media can't seem to get over your age gap.

"Speaking of which, did you see that headline yesterday? 'Grammy Nominee Spotted Looking Cozy with Elder Statesman of F1'?"

Lewis groans. "Elder statesman? I'm forty, not dead."

"Ancient," you declare solemnly. "Practically fossilized."

He's about to retort when Taylor Swift takes the stage, and suddenly you can't breathe again. Lewis must feel you tense because his hand tightens around yours.

"Hey," he says softly. "Whatever happens, you've already won. Seven nominations in your first year? That's unheard of."

"I just want-" you start, but then Taylor's speaking.

"Music tells our stories," she's saying. "And sometimes, a song comes along that captures something so real, so raw, that it changes how we see love itself..."

You feel Lewis shift beside you, and when you glance over, he's already watching you with that look - the one he gave you the first time you played him this song, the one that makes you feel invincible.

"And the Grammy goes to..." Taylor's smiling now, like she knows something. "'Birds of a feather!"

The world stops. Starts. Explodes.

Lewis is up first, pulling you into his arms before you can even process what's happening. "That's my girl," he whispers fiercely against your hair. "I told you, didn't I? I told you."

You're crying already, you can feel it, but you don't care. His hands cup your face and he's beaming at you with more pride than you've ever seen - more than after any pole position or race win.

"Go get your Grammy, superstar," he says, and then he's gently pushing you toward the aisle.

The walk to the stage feels infinite. You're aware of everything - the weight of your dress, the cameras following you, the deafening applause. But mostly, you're aware of Lewis in the front row, standing and clapping like he's watching the love of his life win Song of the Year at the Grammys (which, you suppose, he is).

"Oh god," you start, gripping the golden gramophone like a lifeline. "I wrote this song about falling in love. About meeting someone who changes everything when you least expect it."

You find his eyes in the crowd, and suddenly it's just the two of you.

"I should probably thank Formula 1 for canceling that race in Singapore, or I never would've been in that hotel bar, jetlagged and grumpy, when this absolutely ridiculous man in the most expensive hoodie I'd ever seen asked if he could buy me a drink."

The audience laughs, and Lewis is shaking his head, grinning that grin that still makes your knees weak.

"To Lewis - thank you for being the most unexpected plot twist of my life. For showing me that timing is everything, even when Twitter thinks our timing is inappropriate." More laughter. "For listening to every demo at 3 AM, for believing in me when I was just another girl with a piano and a dream..."

You're fully crying now, but so is he, so it's okay.

"For never once making me feel too young or too inexperienced, for teaching me that love doesn't follow anyone's timeline but its own. And yes, I know this speech is probably going viral for all the wrong reasons, but you taught me that sometimes the best stories are the ones nobody sees coming. I love you."

The camera cuts to Lewis, who's not even trying to hide his tears. But neither of you seem to care at the moment.

Later, after winning four out of your seven nominations, you're in the back of the car heading home. Your head's on his shoulder, Grammy in your lap, when he speaks.

"You know what this means, right?"

"Hmm?"

"Now I have to win the championship this year. Can't have you showing me up with all these trophies."

You laugh, snuggling closer. "Better get practicing then, old man."

"Menace," he mutters fondly, pressing a kiss to your hair.

[noorpersona]

Hey I really love the way you write it’s so fun to read and really fits the characters. I wanted to request you making small drabbles or a series on how the haikyu characters would treat you while youre pregnant. If it’s something you don’t want to write no worries. 🩷

OMGG yesss I love that idea 🙈🙈🙈 It goes so well with my other mini-series ehehe, I'm 100% adding it to the roster!! Thank you for your sweet words, they never fail to make my day.

For you! Gorgeous Human!! Enjoy <333 --

Pregnancy: Ushijima

Ushijima has been overprotective since the very beginning.

The second those two lines showed up on the test, it was like a switch flipped in him. He became your personal guard dog, nurse, chauffeur, meal planner, and human forklift all rolled into one stoic package.

It was kind of sweet—at first. The way he’d gently tug your hand away if you tried to carry anything heavier than a spoon. The way he’d Google symptoms with intense focus, like your morning sickness was a tactical challenge he could overcome with enough research. The way he sat through every prenatal appointment like it was the Olympics and he was preparing to win gold in fatherhood.

But by the third trimester?

You’re one more “let me do it” away from committing actual murder.

“I’m gonna change the sheets,” you say, bracing a hand on your lower back as you waddle toward the linen closet.

Before you even touch the doorknob, he’s there. He must have materialized from the floorboards.

“I’ll do it,” he says.

You blink up at him. “Wakatoshi—”

“The mattress is heavy.”

“I’m not flipping it! I’m just changing the sheets.”

Still, he reaches over you and pulls out the linens like it’s already been decided. “Sit down. I’ll take care of it.”

You stare at him, nostrils flaring, lips twitching, but you don’t fight it. Not yet.

Then come the groceries. The laundry. The vacuum you so much as glance at. And every time, he gets to it before you can even try. Every time, he gently insists. Every time, you swallow the urge to scream.

Until now.

You step onto the footstool to reach the top kitchen cabinet—one single bowl, that’s all you want—and he appears in the doorway like a haunted house spirit.

“Don’t,” he says sharply.

That’s it. That’s the moment you snap.

“USHIJIMA,” you explode, flinging your arms wide in a very dramatic but very off-balanced motion. “I am pregnant. Not porcelain. I can do things! I can move and lift and stretch and reach and I would like to do one thing—just ONE THING—by myself without you treating me like I’m going to spontaneously combust!”

He pauses. Blinks. That stoic face giving you absolutely nothing.

“…You were wobbling,” he says.

“I always wobble! I’m basically a giant, sentient bowling pin at this point!”

“I don’t want to take chances,” he says, calm as ever.

“Well I want to do something myself!”

He hesitates. You can practically hear the gears turning in his head. Eventually, he steps back and says simply, “Okay. Do it.”

Oh. Oh he did not just call your bluff.

You puff out your chest, grab the cabinet door for balance, and go for it. Fingers brush the edge of the bowl, victory within reach—

—and then you realize you can’t quite twist back down. You’re halfway off the stool and stuck. Pride flickers. Stomach tightens. Arms flail just a little.

“…Toshi?” you call, voice small. “I, um. I need help.”

He’s there in seconds.

Strong arms wrap around you, lifting you like you weigh nothing. He sets you gently on the floor like a queen being lowered onto her throne.

“You were saying?” he murmurs, hand on the small of your back.

You scowl. “I hate you.”

“You don’t,” he replies smoothly. “You just hate that I’m right.”

You slump against his chest, bowl in hand, your forehead hitting the middle of his sternum. His hand rubs up and down your spine. You sigh dramatically.

“You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re still holding the bowl.”

“…Shut up.”

[emmyrosee]

Can you do kenma fluff please???? Dying to read kenma fluff. Thank you if you do itttt.

“I'm back, chat. Just was talking to the better half.”

Kenma brags about you to his fan base all the time. It doesn’t matter what game he’s playing or what videos he’s watching, somehow and someway you always come up in conversation, be it naturally or just because he likes to yap about you.

His fanbase poke fun at him for his blatant adoration for you, but the way they clip those moments from his stream tell him that most of his fans are more than okay with the constant discussion of your presence.

Hell, if they weren't, he still wouldn't care.

"'What were we talking about?'" He reads from one of the chat messages, "uh, they asked me if I wanted McDonalds, then they pinned me to the fridge and we made out passionately- best part of that story is you'll never know if I'm lying or not."

xxxbannedxxx chat 50 gifted subs hes lying

ieatmen better half is cooler than you kodzuken

""Better half is cooler than me,' shit you're right."

In the monitor, Kenma sees the door of his recording room open and your presence lightens up the entire space. Kenma's shoulders relax, his face curls into a smile, and he lets his eyes close as you approach and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey stink,” you purr, and there’s a smile that eases over his cheeks like butter. “You never told me if you actually wanted food or not.”

“Sorry, baby,” he says, turning his head to look at you as you lean on top of the chair. “Uhm… get me a 10 piece and a lemonade, please.”

“You got it, babe,” you hum.

His head jerks back as you cup his jaw and pull him back, pressing a kiss to his lips. He lets his neck go limp, allowing you to move him and relish in your affection, only feeling a surge of pride flow through him as you show your romance off.

iwannadance dads in love

baconbiteater ew

ilikefeet 18+ content banned on twitch

Thank you kuroosassscheeks for the 5 gifted subs kenma i bet ur lips are chapped

"Choke, Kuroo," Kenma teases, but there's a snicker in his words as you giggle against his lips, pressing one final peck before pulling back, snickering as he whines at your departure.

You ruffle his hair and he bats your hands away, "gonna go grab the food, keep an ear out for our rabid animals."

"Sounds good, babe," he hums, watching you leave his space with a soft "I love you." He licks his lips before turning back to chat, which has exploded with orange hearts- a common emoji associated with you. "Sorry guy, I'm a simp, had to indulge for a minute. Where were we?"

notemmyrosee we know ken

hiddensecrettreasure we know kodzuken

lasagnalover we know kozume

kuroosassscheek we know kenma

[universefcb]

hey! Can you make one which reader and Pedria are arguing because Pedri is jealous, like they really fight but them they get all fluffy

ROLLERCOASTER, PEDRI GONZALEZ.

→ Summary: You fight because of his jealousy..

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff/angusty. Obsession.

→ Author's note: I love him.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The door to the room slammed shut. It wasn't an accident.

She turned back, startled, meeting Pedri's heavy gaze. He was standing, the key still in his hand, his jaw clenched.

“Are you okay?” she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral.

“Who is he?” he asked directly, without beating around the bush.

"What?"

“The guy who had his hand on your waist at dinner tonight. The same guy who texted you last night.”

She closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. She knew exactly who he was talking about. And she knew where this was going.

“Are you jealous of Rafa?”

“I'm jealous of the guy who is clearly hitting on you and you pretend not to see it.”

“Don't pretend anything. I just don't see the world the way you do.”

“Oh no? Because everyone at that table saw it. Only you were too busy laughing at his jokes.”

“Because I was trying to be polite! I don’t even like him like that! Why do you always have to create drama?”

Pedri paced around the room, restless. He glanced around as if he were looking for something to hold on to, something that would help him not explode.

“I’m not making anything up. I’m just saying it hurts to see you opening up to another guy like I’m not there. Like he can make you laugh more than I can.”

She felt the pain beneath the surface. It wasn't just anger—it was insecurity, pure and raw.

“I never meant to hurt you. But you’re projecting things that aren’t there. I’m not with him. I’m with you.”

“But for how long?” he asked, his voice breaking at the end.

That hurt. It hurt because it felt fragile. Like he didn’t trust that what they had was real enough to withstand a conversation with another man.

“Do you really think I’m going to leave you for someone I barely know? What kind of person do you think I am?”

He sat on the couch, covering his face with his hands. He didn't answer. He just took deep breaths, trying to compose himself. She stood for a moment, unsure whether to leave or sit next to him. In the end, she chose to stay.

“I’m not perfect, Pedri. But I choose you every day. And if that’s not enough, maybe we need to think about what we’re doing here.”

He took his hands from his face and looked at her. His eyes were red, but not from crying—from wounded pride.

“I don’t want to think about it. I’m just… afraid of losing you. I’ve never cared about anyone like this before.”

She sat down slowly, without touching him yet.

“Being afraid is normal. But you can’t let fear turn you into a person who distrusts everything. Otherwise, you’ll end up pushing away the very people you want to be around.”

He looked at her more calmly. The anger seemed to have turned to regret.

“I was an asshole.”

"He was."

“And you’re still here.”

She gave a half smile.

“Because I’m stubborn. And because I love you, even when you act like a possessive jerk.”

Pedri approached, hesitantly, and rested his forehead against hers. His eyes were softer now, his features relaxed.

“I promise to try to be less of an idiot.”

“I promise nothing,” she replied, with a teasing smile.

They laughed together, finally. And he pulled her into a tight hug, as if silently apologizing. They stayed like that for long minutes, breathing in the same rhythm, feeling the warmth of a new beginning.

In that room full of tension now dissolved, Pedri understood that loving also meant learning to trust. And she understood that sometimes the other person's fear just needed a little more patience.

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[pvrkacciosan]

Teeth and Tongues

Summary: After a confrontation with the cadet that landed you in the infirmary weeks ago, her word igniting an anger in you, you prove to yourself the weight of your relationship with Bodhi with more than just words.

Pairing: Bodhi Duran x Marked Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ , !NSFW!, explicit smut scenes, swearing, oral male and female receiving, Unedited part.

A.n: All plot ends here. Hope this makes up for the long wait between these parts. With a sappy ending.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Final Part)

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Cassandra continued to stare down at you along the bulbous ridge of her nose, her eyes narrowing to a sharp glare.

"Watch where you're going, marked-" her mouth fell open to finish her sentence, until she glanced around at the tables of cadets that had silence their own conversations to listen in on their interaction, All well aware of the fight between the two of you that landed you in the infirmary.

"It really must be uncomfortable for you to have such a self righteous stick up your arse Cassandra." Keeping your words soft and expression even softer as Cassandra turns back, you watched as her expression turned sour to glare at you once more, ignoring the attention of the other cadets.

"At least I don't have to lower my self worth to fuck in a storage closet." You stilled, Cassandra pouted in mock thought, "Or are you that ashamed of sweet Bodhi you won't allow him to show his affections publicly." At the insinuation you couldn't help the rising anger, the liquid fire of the blood in your veins, the unbridled anger as she pouts with mockery

She leaned an inch closer, "I will admit, I certainly would let him do wonders to me, I'm sure I could treat him way better" Cassandra tilted her head closer to keep her voice hushed, "It's a shame he is also damned with the rest of you marked bastards."

As she leaned back, a laugh brushing through her parting lips all your rising anger threw itself at your resolve, she darted her eyes to Bodhi across the hall, "Perhaps I might just see if I can pleasure him better then you, seeing as he only cares enough to fuck you in closets." As Cassandra walked back, triumphantly smiling to herself, Your resolve finally snapped, the tensioned wire of you anger taking full control.

It only took one calculated fast swing to down her, perhaps she hadn't been expecting you to react in the hall full of witnesses but you couldn't give two flying fucks, The crack of your fist against the side of her face was the greatest satisfaction in that moment.

Even as Asra roared in delight through your bond. Triumph thumping from her end. Pride.

Lunging to follow Cassandra's form as it crumpled to the floor of the cadet filled hall, you pinned her beneath you with a knee to her sternum and swung again, and again as the commotion resounded through the hall, drawing all eyes in the direction to the fight, Cadets standing from their tables to watch the scene unfold. Wing leaders jumping to attention as squads leaders ran from every corner of the hall, to break up the fight.

"Y/N!" You register Bodhi yelling, but continued to only see red and your fist yet again collided with Cassandra's cheek as two pairs of hands grab for you,

You fight against them, jerking a shoulder forward to throw a final punch, when that doesn't work you kick out, it lands into her stomach, a whoosh of air exploding from Cassandra.

"Y/n" Bodhi is closer now, the warmth of his breath against the shell of your ear, as he continues to pull you back, Xaden positioning himself between you and Cassandra.

Bodhi tightens his arms around your waist, lifting you further back.

"Crazy bitch" Cassandra spat blood onto the ground of the hall as she rose,

You try to lunge from Bodhi's grip, he holds firm, "Y/n" he tried to keep his voice soft, "My love" the name struck something inside you, turning in his arms, you can't ignore how delicately he says it, the way he watches you with such pride and admiration and a hint of desire, the heat of it in his stare is almost overwhelming, it warms you core reigniting the need for him in one second.

There is a soft huff of amusement from Cassandra, turning to meet her with a glare you notice the way she looks Bodhi up and down, noting his hands still encircled around your waist.

It's the only prompt you need, Turning back around in his grip, you clasp the side of his jaw and lean in quickly, thankful he doesn't shy away as you kiss him fully.

His fist balls the fabric of your flight jacket, tugging you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss. Tilting your head, Bodhi matches the movement with ease, until someone behind you clears their throat.

Breaking away, Garrick gives you both a pointed look as he turns to glare at any cadet who contemplated making a comment at the public display.

"Bodhi, get her out of here." Xaden commands from your other side, as Cassandra jumps up, spying the blood trickling from her nose and bruising already beginning to bloom across the swelling ball of her cheek you can't help but smirk in ascendancy.

"She started it! She attacked me, She needs to be punished" Cassandra cried out, glancing around and pathetically taking hold of her bruising face,

"And she will." His voice racks your neck,

Even as Cassandra continued to be a distraction you can't ignore the way Bodhi's hand tighten against you waist, perhaps in promise of said punishment, The notion makes your stomach twist in anticipation. Reaching back to clasp one of his hands. He takes it gently into his own,

"Bodhi." Xaden outright ignores Cassandra's pleads, twisting his attention to his cousin, Taking the que Bodhi tugs you with his hold on your hand. Pushing you to walk in front of him, leading out the hall.

Once out of the view, you pull your hand from his and begin walking faster through hallways,

"Y/n" Bodhi begins to hurry after you, concern laced in his tone. When you didn't respond, he continued to follow without question, noting the passages you took, Bodhi simply allows you to lead him to his own room.

You swung the door open, waltzing through the wards of his room with ease, the warmth coating your skin as you passed the threshold. As soon as Bodhi followed over you pivoted, barely giving him enough time to swing the door shut.

He held your gaze intently as you approached, he hands rising to embrace your sides, a grip slipping around your back, the edge of a finger brushing the smalls of your back as he teased the edge of your flight jacket up across the expanse of your bare skin still yearning for his touch since leaving the supply closet..

Leaning with the encouragement of his hold, you press forwards, and Bodhi allows himself to be pushed back into his door, watching you with hooded eyes, that hazed with desire as he smirked,

"Looks like my training has done you well." Bodhi doesn't even try to hide his amusement,

"You think?" You muse, titling you head back to maintain the heat of his attention. He tugs you sharply by his hold on your waist, closing the space between you, the bone of his pelvis hitting the edges of your own. The friction of your body against his growing erection has Bodhi bristling, his nostrils flaring wide.

He releases one hand to reach for you jaw, a finger uncurling to caress the line of the bone, "I would say so. Though I much prefer watching you beat the shit out of someone that isn't me"

He leans closer, his thumb lifting your head, tilting his own so his lips a line to the rim of your own until you felt the heat of his breath, "I'm sure you'd love to watch me do other things to you."

His eyes widen a fraction as they darken, sharply inhaling you rise up and kiss him, snaking a hand up his arm. Allowing it to rest at the back of his neck to support and control.

Bodhi was first to escalate further, quickly drawing his kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, allowing you to arch into his chest, his hold on your back molding you to his centre of gravity.

His teeth grate against the pulse there, jackhammering your heart harder, faster, as small pants escape you.

Rising your hands, between you and undoing the top of your flight leathers you loosen them before latching you fixation on releasing Bodhi from his own. Finger shaking as he bites the skin covering your collar bone,

"Bodhi-"

His hand clenches at your lower back at the sound of his name falling from your strangled moan, He begins to walk you both back, towards his bed, unmade covers sprawled in every direction, you stumbled on one underfoot as you move blindly backwards, Bodhi wraps his full arm around you now, hoisting you up to prevent you both from falling. Lowering you to the bed now, he begins to unbuckle the top of the leathers straining around the growing bulge,

Freeing his erection, a sound escapes him at the accidental friction as you crawl closer, reaching the end of the bed.

You stretch for him, Bodhi grabs your wrist gently halting before you touch him.

His brow knits together, "What are you.."

"Let me," You ease his hand from off your wrist and push up off the mattress, standing to push him to sit on your previous position on the edge of his bed,

Bodhi watched you slowly slip the remainder of your clothing from your body, its dropped around our ankles, stepping out you kick away the leathers.

Taking half a step you position yourself to stand between his knees, Bodhi watches as you raise a hand, running it along his jaw and curling around the back of his head, gripping a fistful of hair to lean his head back.

Kissing once more you lower until you other hand can slip to cup him gentle. Bodhi retract from your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he shakily nods to you for permission,

Lowering to kneel at the end of the bed, you kiss down his torso, hand smoothing down the sides of his cock which stiffens further under your touch. Thumb rubbing along the pulsing vein and smoothing over the angry red tip, the bead of liquid warming your touch.

Bodhi's chest rises and falls deeply under you mouth, each kiss igniting a fiery trail that traced lower and lower, exhaling harshly to control his impulse to move into your touch. Lowering to press sloppy kisses to his hips, You drawn lines with your lips, a dot to dot across his v-line.

"My love, your teasing is torture." His words are strained through gritted teeth as the muscles in his legs tense under the soft touch, Bodhi tenses as you cup his balls, so tight he flinches from sheer sensitivity to the soft touches. Cupping them a little more forcefully Bodhi goes to fall back onto the mattress.

You dig your nails into his thigh above his knee, to grapple his attention to you kneeling for him, "I want you to watch me. Crumble for me as you almost did when I kicked Cassandra's ass. "

His hips twitch up as you wrap a hand around his cock, and he struggles to keep his head up. Bracing his forearms along the bed behind him for support, Bodhi offers a shaky nod, Watching carefully as you lower yourself to him.

Unable to stop thinking about Cassandra's words, Like fuck would she ever get the satisfaction of pleasuring Bodhi. You would be better then her in every way.

Flat tongue flicking out to glide down the underside of his cock, You felt Bodhi tension, thighs shaking beside you as you begin to glide along the ridge of the vein, following it like a mapped trail to the base of his cock, sinking down to situate him fully, tip grazing the back of your throat.

Your eyes brimmed with tears, but pulling back you plunged him back in with more ease this time. Cheek hollowing as your tongue flatted against him.

A free hand dragging across the muscle of his thigh until it cups his balls, squeezing lightly, Soft sounds are filling the room as he struggles to keep himself from falling back on the mattress.

The heat of his attention on you, Bodhi's chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you glide up and down his cock, Fixating on the point which his length disappears from view inside your mouth, the sight is near dizzying as the tension draws like a tight string right through him.

"Y/n" Bodhi choked on your name as you drag your teeth down his length nose brushing his pubic bone, feeling his length twitch in your mouth, He tried to shift, but you held firm against his thighs, until you felt the warmth of him releasing into your throat, Swallowing as much as you can swallowing around the length of him, you finally slip him out from the seal of you mouth, licking the residue from off the tip of his cock, smiling triumphantly as Bodhi finally collapsed back, sweat was gleaming across his sternum, Chest panting rapidly to draw breath.

Easy up from the ground and wiping the trail of evidence from your chin, you meet Bodhi's gaze, its heated and darkness swirls there as he watches your thumb, tracking its movement as it drags to your mouth as you sucked the substance from the pad of your finger.

He shifts onto his arm, pushing up. The muscles of his torso flexing with the calculated movements, Bodhi rights himself up, reaching to clasp your thigh, His palm flattens on your hamstring, tugging behind your knee until your forced to crawl onto the edge of the bed. Blankets padding beneath you,

His hands, tighten and grabs carefully pulling your body to his, Angling his head back so his mouth levels with the round curve of your breasts,

He grates kissed along the bone in your sternum, trailing slowly, his grip pulling you into his mouth.

You can hardly think as he takes a nipple into his mouth, the edge of his teeth catching the sensitive flesh, You gasp rocking forward into him, the flick of his tongue swirling around -

Wrapping a hand behind his neck, you tuck, a scratch, looking for grip as he centred to suck and pull at your nipple. Each tug shooting fire into your belly, deep and rumbling from need.

A pulse building, aching for touch,

Bodhi is smirking as he tilts back, relaxing into the blankets and pillows at the top of the bed, His fingers dig into the hot skin of your waist, a single tug, urging you to follow,

He has eased all the way down onto his back, eye sweeping across every mile of your body that was turning pliant under his touch,

"Sit." His command is followed by another gentle tug, pulling you further up his body, Across that toned torso and higher, "Sit" He urges, both hands now surrounding your thighs and pulling your weight down to his face.

"Bodhi-" You tried to hide the apprehension in your voice, despite the tightening in your stomach, the anticipation making the muscles in your legs shakes as your hover, exposed inches above his face.

He strokes a reassuring circle down your leg, thumb curving around the bone of your knee, "This is one seat that is only made for you, my love"

Lowering down, thighs burning you melt the second his tongue penetrates up into you, A groan vibrating from under, strong and sure Bodhi gets to work.

You can't help the strangled cry, falling forwards to brace against the headboard, "Bodhi" A warning and a prayer.

The power of his name on your lips drives his tongue up into your deeper, building a rhymical pulse in your core with each thrust up. His thumb continuing to delicately stroke your thigh reassuringly.

With each purposeful lap of his tongue, mouth suctioning to your core, You relax rocking your hips in rhythm with each flick, weighing down to chase every dart of his tongue.

Your arms shake as you grip tighter to support, arching to stay stable enough the edges of everything in the room around you blurring, insignificant in every way.

A broad stroke of his tongue, lapping across the clit had you unravelling, completely coming undone over his face.

You could drown in the pleasure as it pulsed in heating waves through you. Every inch intoxicating you movements, it was a struggle to lift yourself on shaking legs, knees holding you up as Bodhi emerged from under you,

He swallows hard, wide eyes meeting your own, His skin was flushed and chest rose and fell quickly. He wraps an arm around you, and you allowed yourself to be flipped onto you back, unable to fight against the manoeuvre, body too dazed to listen to your command.

Reaching up a hand to drag across his chest, the thump of his heart was hammering under your palm,

Bodhi had lowered himself, cocks poised ready at your entrance, hard once more, rigid and posed for action, "Let me fulfill my promise from this morning," his hand falls to guide himself into you,

The stretch is pleasant, the length of him caused you to clench around his cock,

Bodhi groaned, head falling to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his own shaking, the muscles rippling with anticipation.

"Move, " you whisper, a hand ghosting around to rest in his hair, to hold him close. He nods softly, into the crook of your neck hot breath fanning the skin.

His first thrust made you dizzy, it was fast and hard, and the glide out had you whimpering, his hands traced your ribs, knuckles grazing the bones.

He moves again, angling deeper this time, The lines of his cock hitting a spot that had you seeing stars, spinning the edges of the room.

His hips snap to yours, a motion you began to match until his teeth skim your shoulder mouth latching to suck the pliant skin.

Through the haze of your vision you turn to see the sight of his cock plunging into you, the sensation of him dragging out the pleasure inside you was intoxicating, driving himself up hard and faster.

The cardio of being a dragon rider and the associated training really paid off then, Bodhi didn't seem to tire easily, waring you down, your moans spurring him on,

His hand slides down low as his thumb seeks the bundle of nerves, a spark of electricity igniting in your bones as he pressed into it, long a slow circles involuntarily cause you to wither under him.

"Don't stop" you beg as he shifts deeper, cock thrumming in again and again, with the same intensity as his tongue and it was overwhelming, his teeth biting into your shoulder, as you clench.

The muscles in the pit of your stomach spasm, tightening as he slammed into you, Bodhi only emits a small sound, deep in his throat, the only indication he had heard your plea.

His own resolves was growing thin, his cock twitching within you, but Bodhi was tense holding out for you to reach your own climax before he gave way to his own,

A hand slide across your sternum, a hand coming to encircle your nipples, the stimulation of his fingers pinching-tugging.

It threw you into the pounding wall of your pleasure, it tumbled through you, an avalanche of fire pooling low in your gut, the tether coming loose in one quick release.

Clenching down hard around his cock, Bodhi shivered, arm bracing to keep his weight off you as his own release had him pulling out of you, flooding the surface of you stomach as he completely came undone.

The room was silence beyond the sound of you combined breathing, gulping down the oxygen in the shared space between you as the high rocked through you,

Bodhi lifted his head from beside your neck, a startled look in his eyes, a realisation as he savoured the sight of you laying under him, still pulsing with the pressure of his release, cock already tightening for another round at the sight of you there, for him, so willing and ready.

"I think I love you" his words are almost too quiet to hear, his presence filled your entire attention,

"That's your cock speaking" You joke. your words, were taught even if the notion of his affection had something twisting in your chest.

Bodhi smiles softly, more to himself then to your stubbornness, "No, That day when Xaden got you admitted to the infirmary, I realised- "

He pauses, grappling with his words, head still dizzy from his release, "I am only made for one women, this amazing women, who is strong willed, stubborn and my greatest friend. Who I can't imagine my life without, It took me seeing you hurt to realise, I don't want anyone else."

You freeze, all thoughts stilling as Bodhi carefully untangles his arm, and lifts it to gently cradle the side of your face, "The life of a rider is treacherous and sometimes short," His thumb strokes your cheek, still warm,

"And I want to spend that time, however short it may be, with you."

You spurred up, kissing him fully, his hand dragging around to cradle the back of your head, pulling you up as you straddles his lap, hand reaching for his hardened cock.

Whatever time was destined for you both to share, you knew exactly how you wanted to spend it.

. . .

Tagged: @paintedbyshadows @wildflowermooon @kksbookstuff @slaymestark @idkimjusthere100

I thank everyone for their patience and hope this part doesn't disappoint.

[darkmuffinstudios]

headcanons/delusions that i have for the bad sanses part 86 because i'm not normal

(apologies for the length this post will be. I needed to write all of these down or I would explode <3)

(These can be general headcanons, found family, queer platonic, or poly if you want to interpret them in any way ^^)

All of them. Every single one is touch-starved.

Despite all being touch starved, all of them have different (typically negative) responses to being touched suddenly/without warning.

Killer's love language is touch, both giving and receiving (funnily enough).

He also has a habit of sneaking up on the others. This is half-unintentional, since he's light on his feet naturally and makes no sound whenever he walks.

For no coincidence at all, Killer also has been thrown the most by the gang.

He doesn't resent them for it at all.

Cross wears his old uniform (despite his initial dislike for the design) a lot. He claims its out of habit, but deep down, it's because it *proves* that he was worth something once. It's his accomplishment as a royal guard, and that's something that despite the bitterness of the job, he takes pride in. Yes, he still hates the design, and yes, he hates how complicated it is. But he also appreciates the attention to detail, how meticulous and organized you have to be to put it on.

If the last bullet point didn't emphasize enough, Cross has self-worth problems.

So does Killer, but he's accepted it.

Nightmare has a catacomb of trinkets and items alike that has grown sentimental value over the years. He visits there when he's feeling particularly nostalgic, usually in the quiet of the night.

Dust doesn't like seeing his own bones. Gloves, long sleeves, scarves, hoods, slippers and socks- nothing can show. It's probably because of all the dust that practically clung to him from all the people he's killed. It's stained his fingers, his knuckles, his feet.

Horror's eye can actually roll to the other side of his head if he tilts his head enough. No, it isn't painful.

Something very stupid that Horror does (rarely) is he stores small things in the hole in his head. Yes, that one can hurt if forgotten.

Killer has so many cats that it's a problem. Nightmare can't bring himself to make him get rid of any though.

Dust has trained a murder of crows in Nightmare's realm. They follow him in the trees whenever he goes out to walk, and he keeps small pieces of food from his dinners to feed them.

Cross cannot, for the life of him, hide whenever he feels embarrassed (and he feels this often).

Not to say Cross can't mask his emotions. You know, with all the royal guard training and all. And the trauma.

Nightmare suffers from chronic insomnia. He can't bring himself to relax enough to. Although, he doesn't mind mimicking the behavior when he naps with any of the guys, if only to encourage them to sleep.

Nightmare feels safer when sleeping near or with someone in his bed. I'd say its because he probably got jumped as a kid whenever he slept. They're all long dead, but do it enough and the body never forgets.

Killer always picks up small little gifts for the guys every time he goes out. He'll look at something and go "Hey, he'd like that", and nab it. Probably a behavior he picked up when Nightmare first brought him on, since he noticed Nightmare liked to collect things.

Cross's love language is receiving gifts and words of affirmation. (haha). Everyone has picked up on this already, and abuses this knowledge to no end.

Horror waits for everyone to start eating before he eats his own food.

Horror also always carries emergency snacks/food bags with him wherever he goes. Not necessarily for himself though.

Dust loves pancakes. His mood immediately improves if he eats them.

Killer has a large scar that never quite healed right.

Nightmare used to write with a feathered quill. Killer had gotten him a very nice fountain pen long ago though, and he's since abandoned the quill.

Horror has a garden in the back that Nightmare helps him out with. Horror was more interested in crops and harvest, while Nightmare was particularly fond of flowers and trees.

Dust, Killer, and Cross help out with the garden sometimes. They just don't maintain it as diligently as the aforementioned two.

Dust paints. Killer joked about it being therapeutic and artsy and shit, but Dust actually ended up liking it. He could finally express the mess inside his head without any words.

Dust has his own painting room in a part of the castle. It has lots of windows and art hung on the walls.

All the gang occasionally visit Dust while he paints, most simply sitting and watching the brushstrokes. The only one that has actually also drew in that room was Cross. Dust and Cross kind of bond like that.

Cross helps the most with cooking. Horror typically likes to be in charge of the meals/food in the house, but greatly appreciates Cross's help. He feels he's the most reliable, anyways.

Killer does whittling/woodcarving. He makes little figures, knives, intricate pieces, coasters, kitchen tools, etc. His favorite to make is little cat figurines though.

Cross's room is the most clean/organized/empty. Unlike the others, he didn't customize his room in the slightest (keeping the bare minimum of bed, dresser, shelves, etc.).

It is the MTT's mission to fill Cross's room with so many things. Dust gifts Cross paintings to hang on his wall. Killer places little wooden cats on his shelves. Horror places a secret snack stash for Cross, and continually resupplies it.

Nightmare can play a lot of instruments, actually.

Killer has begged on his knees (dramatically of course) to hear Nightmare play ever since he found this out (which was before any of the others even joined). Nightmare doesn't humor him though.

For the life of him, Killer cannot sing. It makes him so mad. Like, he's off-pitch, tone-deaf, off-beat.

Which is funny since I think all the others can sing very well. Horror hums in the kitchen sometimes, Dust sings quietly to himself in his room, Cross is too shy to sing but can, and Nightmare is just musically inclined.

Killer is a little insecure about it.

Okay, he's very insecure about it, but that doesn't stop him from belting out his favorite song like a fool. Like, he understands he's bad, and accepts that fact whenever he's feeling extra confident. But the times he isn't... yeah.

Horror likes it when someone naps on him. Free weighted blanket.

Dust often naps in the weirdest places. In closets, in the wedge between a table and couch, on a high-window sill.

Dust also has back problems. I wonder why.

(A personal favorite of mine: ) Nightmare keeps someone to his right/keeps his tentacles to the right of himself. Since he lost his eye, he has quite the large blind spot, hence why he compensates for it with one of his boys/his tentacles.

Nightmare isn't actually all that athletic. Whenever they all go out, he's always the one that gets left behind the most.

Cross has a habit of matching the walking pace of the person he's with.

Horror can pick up all of them. Very easily. With one hand. Not all at once, of course, but if Dust or Killer are trying to sneak some snacks before dinner, he grabs them by the scruff of their jackets.

Horror lets Cross eat snacks though (encourages it, even. Bro should probably eat more).

Nightmare is a tea-holic. He has a large supply of all of his favorites in the kitchen cupboards. He keeps medicinal ones in both the kitchen and infirmary. They have several kettles. He collects tea sets.

Killer is the best at making tea. Something about his attention to detail, as Nightmare puts it.

The only person that drinks coffee regularly in the castle is Dust. He needs it to deal with everyday bullshit. Coffee makes Cross, Killer, and Horror too antsy. Nightmare sometimes drinks coffee, but not often.

Both Horror and Dust hate it when you change the laundry detergent. They are very particular about the smell. They very much like the scents they chose, thank you very much.

I HIT THE WORD LIMIT??????

I didn't even realize I was writing that much, but I guess I got pretty carried away, haha.

This was downright therapeutic though- I might to this again soon/some other time ^^

[kwanspace]

hey hey love ur work, just wondering if you would be willing to write a fic abt idol!san and idol!reader? like where they get shipped continuously after one little interaction at some award show then they start like getting invited to reality shows and stuff together and working together for music and stuff? then they fall in love? thank u so much for reading this - love u and ur work

Trending: Us

pairing: idol!san x gn idol!reader

theme: fluff

a/n: anon, thank you so much for your sweet words! i tried my best, i really hope you enjoy it, i had a lot of fun writing this, actually! (also, i'm sorry for taking so long to write it) love u too <3

asks are open! feel free to send anything

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Ever since your group began its rise, you'd found yourself in rooms you used to only dream about. Music shows, brand deals, chart placements — each step forward felt surreal. But this moment? This one topped everything. 

You and your group had been chosen to announce the winner for Best Performance at the MAMA Awards.

Your heart pounded under the stage lights as you held the envelope in trembling hands. You took a breath.

“And the winner is... ATEEZ! Congratulations!!”

The crowd exploded in cheers. The venue pulsed with energy as the guys made their way to the stage. You applauded genuinely, pride tugging at your chest. You straightened your shoulders, keeping a camera-friendly expression.

At the end of their speech, just as the members were about to leave the stage, your eyes found him. It was only a glance — barely two seconds — but it changed everything when he leaned in and whispered, “You were amazing tonight.”

You blinked, completely caught off guard, and the only thing you managed to say was, “You too.”

Nobody could hear your small talk, of course, but the cameras caught it — the look, the gentle nod, the way he leaned in to hear you through the crowd noise. That tiny moment set fire to the internet within the hour.

On your way to the dorm, your phone buzzed nonstop. Your heart raced, thinking maybe you'd done something wrong. But when you opened Twitter…

“Did you see THAT look? I’m shipping them so hard rn.”

“I hope they appear in a variety show together soon.”

“I really want to see them together again!!”

You blushed, never imagining that a tiny interaction with a guy could blow up like this. Still, knowing how the internet works, you pushed it aside and moved on with your life — though you couldn’t deny the way your heart had pounded.

It didn’t take long before the invites started rolling in — variety shows, music stages, YouTube content. It made you happy, of course. So when you arrived on set for the first shoot, you were buzzing with excitement.

What you hadn’t expected was to see him again so soon — let alone standing across from you behind a counter filled with eggs, flour, and far too many cameras.

The PD clapped his hands. “Today’s challenge: cooking in pairs! San and Y/N, you’ll be making pancakes. Go!”

You glanced at him, completely lost and unsure where to start. He looked over and grinned. “You don’t look that confident.”

“I’m not,” you admitted honestly. “I’ve never cooked anything in my life.”

He laughed. “Then follow me.”

Everything flowed more easily than you expected. You and San clicked quickly. When you handed him the flour, some spilled onto his shirt by accident.

“Yah! You’re sabotaging me!” he exclaimed.

You laughed, hands raised in apology. “You’re the one who didn’t grab it properly!”

“You did that on purpose!”

The cameras loved every second of it — and honestly, so did you. Your heart beat faster every time your hands brushed or when he gently told you to be careful with the knife.

Not long after, the pancakes — and the shoot — were finished.

Everything after that became a whirlwind. Your companies noticed the effect you two had online, and suddenly, you were seeing San almost every week. The content felt more like an excuse to put you together on camera — silly mini-games, telepathy tests (which you surprisingly nailed), and random selfies.

You two were well bonded by now. You could confidently say you were good friends.

Then came the collab.

It was a normal day. You walked into the studio and spotted San already there — hoodie on, earbuds in, humming to a track you didn’t recognize.

He looked up when you entered. “Oh — hey.” He stood quickly. “Didn’t know you were coming this early.”

“I could say the same to you,” you replied, setting your bag down. “Did they tell you anything?”

He shook his head. “Just that we’d be working on something... together.”

The silence stretched, just long enough to make your stomach flutter.

Your producer poked his head in. “Hey! Great timing. You two are the leads for this collab track. It’s a soft R&B concept — intimate and kind of romantic. We immediately thought of you two.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Romantic?”

San smirked and looked at you. “Sounds fun.”

It started somewhere between the second verse and the bridge.

Maybe it was the way his soothing voice melted into yours, like puzzle pieces waiting to be found. Maybe it was the way he pouted when he couldn’t get a line right, completely unaware of how stupidly cute he looked.

You didn’t mean for it to happen.

But it did.

And now here you were, on the last day of recording, heart aching at the thought of it ending. You felt the sting of tears, but blinked them away — crying over this would be too ridiculous.

The track was finalized. There were no more excuses to see him late at night. No more surprise texts midweek.

San was packing up his things slowly, like he didn’t want to leave.

“This turned out better than I expected,” he said. “Our voices... Us.”

You looked down, too shy to meet his eyes. “It did. It doesn’t feel like just a song anymore.”

He chuckled. “Yeah... I think I got a bit addicted to you.”

You finally looked up, only to find him already watching you.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one.”

“Let’s not let this be the last thing,” he said, voice soft and full of hope.

“No, let’s not,” you answered.

And then, he leaned in — so close you could feel his warm breath — and his lips slowly found yours, soft and certain, signaling the start of something very, very beautiful.