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[vanillashusband]

hee hee ursa rangers au <3 I've been meaning to redesign them for like. forever but I never got around to it until recently when I got a burst of motivation hjgfhjgf

🧡TAGLIST: @selfshippinglover @earth-shaker @sunflawyer @honeycombscereal @sunstar-of-the-north @sparklings-husband @cellienmaycry @bubblegumships

[sceletaflores]

slippin' and slidin' all over you!

pair: logan howlett x fem!reader

wc: 4k

contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, sweating, mutual masturbation, sweat licking (i don't know???), not-so-dry humping, p in v, JUST THE TIP RAHHH, creampie, fingering (fem!recieving), oral sex (fem!receiving), come swapping, come eating, literally over four thousand words of pure nasty smut, this is gross lowkey, idk i'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.

nat’s note: very much not the winner or even an option of the poll i posted last week but...shhh don't hate me. it’s october and over 80 every single day, what the fuck is that? only good thing that came from this heat is thoughts of nasty sweaty sex with logan. once again shoutout to my wonderful husband @ebodebo for reading this over for me (i successfully changed her vendetta against sucking up some man sweat...which was the real point of this fic tbh) go give her fics some love if you're a slut for ghost! kisses!

logan forgot to fix the ac...

It's too hot out to be alive. 36°C and sunny.

One of the hottest days in recent memory for Alberta, and you're really feeling it.

"Remind me," you say slowly, the first words spoken in almost ten minutes. "How many times did I ask you to fix the air conditioner?"

"Don't start," Logan says from his spot across the room. His head is tipped back to rest on the couch cushion, eyes slipped shut.

You ignore him, lazily rolling your head to the side to look at him through squinted eyes, your brows furrowed in thought. "Was it ten? Or maybe thirteen?"

Logan huffs a breath, slow and heavy, but he doesn't move--doesn't even open his eyes. “I said don’t start,” he mutters again, though there’s the faintest edge of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Don't worry baby," you say, voice pitched lower in a terrible impersonation of Logan. "I'll get to it, promise. Won’t get too hot for another couple months."

Logan finally cracks an eye open, just enough to give you a sideways glance, his mouth twitching with amusement. "You done?"

You hum noncommittally, the sound lingering in the air like the lazy summer breeze doing nothing to cool the temperature outside. Your gaze slips down the side of his face to trace the jut of his jaw, then lower to the sweaty column of his neck. 

Both you and Logan lost most of your clothes earlier in the day, too hot to bother wearing anything but underwear. You trudged around the house like zombies until you finally gave up on trying to be productive, you both ended up in the living room. 

All the windows are cracked open, trying in vain to let in any cool air. You claimed the armchair closest to the fan, refusing to be anywhere near Logan and the massive heat wave he constantly gives off.

Logan’s on the couch, stripped down to the thinnest pair of sleep shorts you’ve ever seen. His chest is bare, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that mats the dark hair dusted along his pecs to his skin. 

You can’t help the way your eyes follow the drops of moisture that slide slowly down the contours of his abs. A low heat starting to swirl through your gut when it disappears into his happy trail.

It's funny. When you basically peeled yourself off your mattress this morning, sex was the absolute last thing on your mind.

Now, as your eyes glide over the strong expanse of Logan's body on full display, you're having second thoughts.

Maybe it just comes with the heat. That sort of slow, syrupy feeling that slides along your overheated skin to pulse pleasantly between your thighs.

A bead of sweat slides down the length of your spine slowly, falling until it soaks into the damp waistband of your panties. You try to not notice how Logan is halfway across the room, not touching you.

You fail.

“It’s just a shame, though,” you start, fingers idly toying with the hem of your tank top. “If it was cooler, I could come over there.”

You slide a leg up, letting it rest against the wooden rest, newly exposed skin gleaming under the sunlight filtering in. 

The move isn't lost on Logan. You see his jaw clench slightly, the tiniest shift in his posture.

"Something you wanted?" Logan asks, his voice going low and teasing. "Looks like you've been gettin' yourself all worked up over there."

“Just thinking,” you reply, shifting slightly on the sticky leather of the chair.

Logan’s fingers twitch at his sides, his chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. His eyes slide the rest of the way open, his gaze heavy and lingering as it ventures down to where your thin shirt sticks to your skin, outlining every curve.

“Oh yeah?” he prompts, his voice a little rougher now. “Thinkin’ about what, baby?”

“You,” you say easily, fingers slipping down to your thigh. You bring your other leg up, perching it against the opposite armrest. Your thighs spread wide enough that you know Logan has a full view of the wet spot growing along the gusset of your panties.

The hitch in Logan’s breath has you stifling a smug smile, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch the way his chest starts rising faster.

"That's real sweet, sugar," he drawls, an unimpressed look on his face as he drags his eyes back up to your own. "But if you're tryin' to get me over there, you're gonna have to do better than that." His voice slides through the air heavy and warm like molasses.

You bite back a grin, enjoying the slow game that's unfolding between the two of you. 

"Maybe I don’t want you to come over here," you let your fingers trail a little lower, just to the edge of your panties, teasing. “Maybe I like you right where you are.”

Logan’s brow raises, his thighs tensing before he spreads them just a touch wider. The fabric of his boxers goes taut over the strong muscle, riding up to expose even more hairy skin to your greedy eyes.

"You're playin' with fire, kid," he warns.

The tent in his shorts is obvious now, the hard length of his cock pressing against the fabric where it lays across his thigh. Your other hand twitches by your side at just the sight, your pussy throbbing with the sudden need to be filled.

"Am I?" you murmur, your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, just enough to make sure he knows exactly where this is headed. ”It’s not like you’re going to do anything about it, you’re too busy pouting."

With a deliberate slowness, you slide your fingers lower, brushing against your clit with just enough pressure to let out a soft gasp at the contact. You arch your back slightly, relishing in the way the air feels against your skin, hot and sticky.

You want him to see how badly you need him—how his heat is the only thing that could truly satisfy the insatiable ache building between your legs.

Logan's nostrils flare, jaw tightening and eyes darkening at the sight of you teasing yourself. His restraint is slipping, and you can practically feel the tension building in the room, thick and stifling like the oppressive summer heat. 

But he still doesn’t move, doesn’t rush over like you expect him to. Instead, he shifts his hips slightly, spreading his legs wider and letting his hand fall on his thigh. 

You can’t help the way your breath quickens at the sight, the way his fingers drift dangerously close to his own growing bulge, teasing you just as much as you’re teasing him. 

You tilt your head to the side, gazing at him through your lashes. “You're really just gonna leave me hanging?” you goad, fingers circling lazily around your sensitive clit. “Come on stud, whip it out.”

Logan chuckles low, a sound that sends shivers through you. "Is that what you want, baby?" he asks, voice thick and taunting, a smirk curling on his lips. “You want me to whip it out for you?”

“Yeah,” you murmur breathlessly, biting your lip as you maintain eye contact, your breath starting to come in short bursts. “I need to see you, Logan. Need to see how hard you are for me.”

“Need to, huh,” he muses slowly, fingers finally grazing over the hard length of his cock. “What’s in it for me?”

“How about this?” You slip your hand out from your ruined panties, fingers glistening with your own wetness as you hook your thumbs on either side and drag them down your legs.

You let the soaked cotton fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to him.

Logan’s pupils dilate, an inky black completely swallowing the warm hazel. He licks his lips slowly, the tip of his tongue running along his teeth like he wants to sink them into you. His cock twitches visibly beneath his shorts, the growing tension in the air between you thick enough to choke on.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, his voice low and gravelly, more of a growl than a word.

You smile, shifting in the chair to give him an even better view, your legs spreading wider. "Yeah?" you purr, running your fingers over your slick inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your own skin. “You like what you see?”

Logan swallows hard, his hand finally slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts, palming his cock as he watches you. “You know I do,” he says, voice rougher than before. 

You let your hand trail back down to your clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles as you hold his gaze. “Then show me, Logan,” you whisper, your voice almost a plea now. "I wanna see you."

Logan lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers making quick work of shoving his shorts down enough to free his cock. It springs free to slap lewdly against his stomach and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips at the sight.

He strokes himself slowly to start, his eyes locked on you, watching your every reaction, feeding off the way your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths.

"Like this?" he asks, his tone taunting as he strokes himself from base to tip, his thumb swiping over the head with a low hiss. “That what you wanted?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him, straining and in his hand. The sight of his thumb brushing over the tip of his cock sends a hot, electric pulse through your body, your hand between your legs moving in time with his slow strokes.

"Yeah," you whisper, voice trembling with need. "Just like that."

You slip your hand lower, sliding two fingers inside yourself with a low moan. Logan groans like he’s the one being touched, his hand speeds up, eyes glued to where your fingers disappear in your slick heat.

His cock leaks pre-come over his knuckles each time his fist passes over the dripping head, the wet sound of it mixing with the low hum of the fan and your own breathy sighs.

"You look so fuckin' good like this honey," Logan groans, his voice rough, strained. "All spread out, playing with that pretty pussy for me."

You whimper at his words, your body aching for more than just your own touch. You need him, need the feel of his rough hands on your skin, his mouth, his cock—anything.

Your fingers move faster, slipping deeper inside with each pump, but it’s still not enough. The stretch is nothing compared to taking Logan, to the feeling of him carving a place for his thick cock inside your pussy, hitting that spot inside you that your fingers can’t quite reach.

Your hips buck up towards your hand, your back arching off the chair as your free hand clutches the armrest tightly.

Logan’s pace quickens, his fist pumping his cock with a new urgency, heavy balls bouncing with every rough tug.

“God, look at you, such a needy fuckin’ thing” he growls, chest heaving as his gaze flicks between your flushed face and the glistening mess you’re making of yourself like he can’t decide where to look. “You want it bad, don’t you?”

"Please," you whine, desperation creeping into your voice. Too keyed up to draw this out any longer. “I need you inside me, Logan. I can’t take it anymore.”

Logan groans, a sound that rumbles deep in his chest. His hand falters slightly on his cock, squeezing hard around the base as your words push him dangerously close to the edge. His jaw clenches, eyes raking over you, and with a growl, he stands. 

The last threads of his restraint snapping.

 He crosses the room in two long strides, towering over you where you sit. His cock swollen and hard, sways between his legs with every step, glistening with pre-come that drips to the floor. His eyes, hooded and burning, drink you in as he reaches down, yanking your hand away from your slick heat.

“Thought you said it was too hot to move,” you tease breathlessly, unable to quit egging him on even when your legs start to tremble with need, spreading wider to welcome him.

Logan ignores you, tugging your hand to his lips. Your breath catches in your chest, a weak moan escaping you as he takes your soaked fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirling along your skin to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours as he does.

“Changed my mind,” he growls, strong hands rough and possessive as they drop your wrist and haul you out of the chair so he can spin around, collapsing into it with you in his lap. The wood gives a warning creak beneath you but neither of you care.

Not when his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding as he slides his tongue past the seam of your lips. The heat radiating off his body is suffocating, but you welcome it—craving the weight of him on you.

You melt against him, feeling the hard planes of his body against yours, every inch of him alive and pulsating with need. Logan’s hands find their way to your hips, fingers digging in just enough to send a rush coursing through you.

It’s intoxicating, the way he devours you, his hands exploring every inch of your back, grasping and pulling you impossibly closer. 

The hard jut of his cock presses against your thigh, a thick plane of heat that makes your pussy throb with need. You shift your hips, grinding down on him in messy circles.

“You feel that?” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s all for you, darlin’.”

“Need you,” you whimper, grinding down against him faster, desperate for the friction that sends pleasure rippling through you. “Please, Logan, I need you inside me now.”

“Hold on, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending sparks all up your spine.

He dips his head, capturing your lips again, while his hands roam hungrily down your sides, fingers curling around your thighs to urge your legs open wider. “You wanna tease me, you’re gonna have to get off just like this.”

Logan angles his hips so that his cock slips between your drenched folds the next time you roll your own down.

The hot, slick glide sends electric shocks of pleasure racing through you, your body responding instinctively to his touch. You gasp against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair as you push down, desperate for more.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet,” he growls, his voice dripping with lust as he watches your movements with hungry eyes. “Just for me, huh? She’s droolin’ just for me.”

You nod breathlessly, chasing the friction, craving the feel of him so close. You lift your hips and rock back down again, the blunt head of his cock brushing against your swollen clit, and you feel your body pulse in response. 

“More,” you plead, leaning in to nibble at his lower lip. “I need it.”

Logan pulls away, shaking his head with a wicked grin. “Come on, tough shot,” he says, giving your ass a quick smack and kneading the tender flesh in his hand roughly. “You’re gonna come like this, you can do it baby.”

You whine, dropping your chin to your chest. Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into the strong muscle. Your chest slips slickly against his, the front of your tank almost entirely soaked with sweat.

Yours or his, it doesn't matter. The white cotton turned transparent enough that your breasts are on full display, nipples hard and visible.

You watch a single bead of sweat make its way down the length of his throat. It trickles down and down and down until it dips between the pronounced muscles of his chest.

You duck your head, dragging your tongue up the valley of his pecs. A deep moan bursts from your lips, pussy drooling more slick over Logan’s cock at the coarse feel of his thick hair on your tongue, at the heady taste of his sweat filling your senses.

Logan groans, hands tightening their hold on your waist. The dull ache his strength leaves behind is enough to let you know that two hand shaped bruises will be blooming over your skin by tomorrow morning. 

“Come on, girly,” he encourages, nipping at the sweaty column of your throat, the sharp points of his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin deliciously. “Fuck me, give it to me good.”

Your hips speed up, his hard cock sliding through the slick folds of your cunt faster. The tip bumps against your clit deliciously with every move, smearing pre-come along the way to add even more to the mess between your legs.

“Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he groans, breath puffing warm and hot agasint the slick skin of your lips. “Pump you so full of my come you’ll be leakin’ for a goddamn week.”

He shifts underneath you, the tip of his cock catching on your entrance just enough for it to push inside on the next grind of your hips.

The barely there fullness has you coming with a sharp cry, nails roughly dragging down Logan’s back hard enough to leave red welts that heal as you go.

The pain mixing with the pleasure of finally getting to feel the warm, wet suction of your pussy has Logan coming with a rough shout of your name. He throws his head back, hands tightening their grip on your hips enough to have your bones grinding together as he pumps you full of his come. 

“Logan…” you mewl, your pussy fluttering over the tip of his cock, greedy little clenches like you're trying to suck him the rest of the way in. Drunk on the way his release paints your insides, how you can feel each thick spray coating your walls to claim you in the rawest way.

Logan pulls back just far enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and smoldering as he watches you squirm in his lap.

"You’re not tapping out on me already, are you?" he teases, his voice rough and gravelly. "I thought you were tougher than that."

A weak, breathy laugh escapes you, but it’s cut short when he applies just a little more pressure, making your thighs quiver. "Not tapping out," you manage between shallow breaths, your head falling back against the chair. "But you’re—fuck—you’re insatiable."

Logan smirks, leaning in to nip at the sensitive skin of your throat, his teeth scraping just enough to send shivers coursing through you.

"When it comes to you, baby?" he murmurs against your skin, the heat of his breath fanning over your pulse point. "Fuckin’ always."

A lazily smile takes over your lips as you tighten your core and push, the rest of Logan’s come leaking out over his fingers. Logan groans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder to try and ground himself.

His cock throbs where it sways heavily between his thighs, still hard and ready to go even after he just came. His hand slips down your body, thick fingers running through the creamy mess of come and slick to messily push it back inside you.

“Fuckin’ shit, honey,” he groans lowly, pressing his thumb to your clit. “You’re gonna kill me.” 

Before you can respond, he stands again, gently placing your trembling form back into the chair and dropping to his knees in front of you.

Your breath hitches, legs widening despite the way your pussy shakes with overstimulation, like you can’t help but spread your legs for Logan anytime he wants.

Logan smirks up at you from between your legs, his lips already ghosting over the inside of your thigh. "Look at you," he growls, voice low and filled with lust. "Still so needy."

The slick heat of his tongue runs along your folds, lapping at the mess he just made of you. You let out a sharp gasp, thighs trembling as your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him closer.

The sensation is overwhelming—the rough, demanding pace of his tongue as it swirls around your clit, teasing you, while his hands grip your thighs with bruising force. Keeping you exactly where he wants you, keeping you spread open for his tongue.

Your body arches off the chair with a loud cry, every nerve alight with raw pleasure as he feasts on you, his growls vibrating against your sensitive skin.

"Fuck! Logan," you moan breathlessly, head falling back as you try to keep up with the sensations he's pulling from you.

The heat that was pooling low in your belly reignites, stoked by the way his tongue flicks faster against your clit, each stroke sending you higher.

Logan doesn’t let up, his tongue delving deeper, drinking in every moan, every shaky gasp as he drives you closer to the edge. He moans into your pussy, his own arousal clear in the way his hips buck into the air, seeking any kind of friction.

You tug on his hair harder, desperate for more, for release. "Logan, please," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with need.

"Atta’ girl," he rasps, his voice thick with desire as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "So fuckin’ pretty like this. You gonna give me another one, baby? Gonna come for me again?"

Every lick, every rough squeeze to your thighs, every teasing stroke sends you spiraling closer to that edge you’re dying to reach again. You can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath hot against your soaked skin and driving you wild.

“Logan, I—” You gasp, fingers tightening in his hair, urging him closer, closer, closer. “I’m so close—”

His eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, nose and jaw glistening in your juices.

"Give it to me," he growls, the rough rasp of his voice sending a shiver through your overheated body. "I wanna feel you come on my tongue."

It’s all the encouragement you need. With a strangled cry, your body tenses, thighs quaking as the orgasm crashes over you.

Logan keeps his mouth on you, tongue working you through every pulse, drawing it out until you’re trembling and gasping, your body boneless in the chair.

When you finally come down, panting and spent, Logan pulls away. With one last kiss pressed over your clit, he makes his way up your body, not dropping eye contact as he settles over you.

His hand comes up to your face, thumbs meanly hooking into either side of your cheeks to gently force your mouth open. You part your lips willingly, the heat still radiating between you, a mix of lingering pleasure.

Logan leans in, and the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex surrounds you as he spits what he collected from between your legs back into your own mouth. 

Your cheeks burn with shame, a broken moan ringing through the space between you. Your glassy eyes stare into Logan’s, his own gaze so intense and all consuming you fight the urge to squirm.

"Swallow," he commands, unwavering. 

You hesitate for just a moment, caught off guard by the pure audacity, but the way his eyes darken with hunger makes your resolve crumble. With a breathless whimper, you obey, tasting the remnants of your own pleasure mingling with his, the act both humiliating and intensely arousing.

Logan watches you closely, his gaze never straying as you swallow, a dirty smirk creeping onto his lips. “That's my girl,” he praises, his tone thick with satisfaction.

As the taste lingers on your tongue, you can feel the weight of Logan’s stare like a physical touch.

“Think you can handle another round?” he teases, his voice low and sultry. “I don’t plan on letting you off that easy, kid. Not with all that mouthing off earlier.”

You catch your breath, shaking your head in exasperation. “You’re relentless,” you whisper, a hint of laughter in your voice, though your body betrays you, already craving more.

“Only for you, baby” he replies, brushing the strands of hair plastered to your sweaty forehead behind your ear. “Only for you.”

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mini nat's note: i started my period today chickens...that explains it...

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + oral + somnophilia + biting + anal mention + hee cums in his pants

💌: lion hybrid! heeseung and somnophilia <3 probably repetitive but ‘m too shy to have someone fully proofread this before i post, so deal with it! /lh

lions are typically more active at night so it’s no surpise your hybrid stays up late, watching you as you sleep, your chest rising falling steadily.

it’s become part of heeseung’s nightly routine since you adopted him to “protect” you; stalking around your living room whenever a car passes by, his tail flicking in irritation because he’s always convinced that someone’s out to get his sweet, defenseless owner.

however, rather than pace around and wait for an intruder that’ll never come, tonight’s one of those nights where heeseung has to be near you; he’s lying in your bed as you sleep soundly, lazily dragging the tuft of fur at the end of his tail along your exposed leg, deep purr-like rumbles filling the quiet of your room.

little does your big catboy know of the filthy fantasies that your sleepy brain comes up with, causing you to let out breathy whines and squirm, thighs clenching together to relieve your needy cunt.

heeseung’s rounded ears twitch at the first sound you let out, grumbling appreciatively when the scent of your arousal hits his nose, the sweetness coming from your slick pussy so strong he swears he can fucking taste it, poking his tongue out as if to test that.

he wastes no time in slotting himself between your legs, his furry ears tickling the skin of your inner thighs as he shreds your sleep shorts and panties, rough tongue swiping from your cunt to your clit before delving into your tight heat, juices already collecting on his chin.

your lion’s a possessive one, fucking his textured tongue into you like he’s trying to ensure your cunt remembers that you’re his.

sure you technically own him, at least on paper; but in this moment, he owns you.

owns your cunt, your clit, hell, even your tight asshole that he’s never once touched, but dreams of ruining.

maybe one day he will; just not tonight.

no, tonight is for your pleasure, not his, despite how fucking hard his barbed cock is beneath his sweatpants, pearlescent beads of precum already causing a wet patch to form where his length lays.

the obscene sound of slurping and heeseung’s deep groans against your leaking pussy should be enough to wake you, but there you lay, unknowingly grinding into hee’s face because of your dream and the pleasure that feels all too real.

you let out another moan, from the pleasure heeseung offers or the erotic dream playing in your subconscious is up for debate, but it causes him to lose his mind a little more, spreading your thighs further and pulling away for a moment, just to press his nose against your cunt, letting his mind go a little foggy as he takes in the scent of your arousal.

meanwhile in your pretty little head, dream hee’s pounding away at your pussy, the tip of his cock pressing a kiss to your cervix with each harsh thrust he delivers, tail wrapped around your leg as his sharp teeth tease the soft skin of your neck, causing you to beg for him to do it; bite me, you whisper, please.

your mumbled plea makes heeseung freeze.

are you awake? sleeptalking? do you mean it?

who knows? he surely doesn’t, and he doesn’t want you awake.. not yet, at least. but who is he to deny his beloved owner’s request?

so he begrudgingly parts from your pussy altogether, nuzzling his face against one of your thighs, squeezing it with his large hand before opening his mouth, deadly canines used to bite, rip, tear, are instead being used to graze your delicate skin, afraid to draw blood.

god, does heeseung want to rip into your flesh.

not because he wants to harm you, no; but simply because he wants his mark on you; his teeth imprinted on your exposed skin, punctures specifically from his canines.

it’d be so easy to break through the skin, he thinks. his hybrid features would make sure of that; there’d be no resistance.

well.. maybe from you.

he knows it’d probably hurt you, yet the thought of you squirming and scrambing to escape the pain make his soaked cock twitch.

heeseung opts for marking you with hickeys. just for now, he reminds himself. he’ll claim you soon enough, he just has to be a little patient. you are a human, after all.

a soft, delicate, dumb human; oblivious to the apex predator that’s using all his restraint to keep from wrecking you as you sleep.

he lets out a whine. it’s unlike him to let out such a… pathetic noise. you should be the one whining.

it’s desperate, laced with need, and it drags on as he laves his tongue along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of thick saliva in its wake until he’s finally reached your empty hole again.

your juices dribble between the crack of your ass and heeseung doesn’t think twice; his tongue is already following the trail, collecting the slick before the pink muscle is poking and licking at your pussy, tail flicking behind him contently.

his movements are sloppy now, face flushed red and his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, ears perked and alert, ready to catch any noise that he draws from you.

meanwhile, your fantasy has shifted to dream heeseung eating you out while you’re sat on his face and it’s intense. your mind is either really fucking good at making these feel real, or you’re just so infatuated with your hybrid that you’re able to dream up a perfect replica of his moans and grunts of pleasure.

okay your dreams are normally good but this.. is different. the vibrations against your center feel too real to just be in your head… and his sounds of pleasure are too accurate… and fuck, you’re going to cum.

your climax builds, knot in your stomach tightening, and your mouth falls open in a groan, thighs clenching tight but not..touching?

is that a pillow between your legs? no.. it’s not soft enough.. are those ears? what the fuck?

your orgasm begins to wash over you in your sleep, but then you wake yourself with a squeal due to his tongue, the feeling too much to ignore and your eyes drop between yourself to see heeseung there. he looks breathtakingly beautiful; almost innocent. were it not for his nose and chin wet with your cream, doe eyes peering up at you and it’s disarming.

how does such a dangerous hybrid look so inviting?

however, that’s a thought for another day. at the moment, you’re too lost in pleasure to deny yourself from reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair, making contact with his sensitive ears and the sensation has heeseung’s eyes rolling back in pleasure, his moan is absolutely sinful, vibrations once again felt directly on your pussy making you keen.

heeseung is cumming, spilling his hot load in his pants all while you roll your hips against his face, chasing yet another orgasm.

the second one hits harder because it’s real.

it’s really heeseung, not just in your head.

he wants you just as badly and it makes your brain shortcircuit, painting his face in your essence again.

the two of you take a moment to collect yourselves, panting and coming down from your highs, but heeseung brings you back to reality instantly by dragging the furry end of his tail along your inner thigh, grinning up at you dumbly.

he’s just getting started.

[evangelicgrl]

“turbulent passion”

huntr/x & saja boys x idol! reader

you’ve accepted the fact that reaching for the spotlight would never be easy, especially with huntr/x around. but when five seemingly perfect men suddenly came into the picture, it changed your life for the better. alas, you forgot that everything comes with a cost.

warnings: slight yandere undertones from the saja boys? nothing too crazy though, just canon typical violence we already know.

wc: 4,132

you bend down and take deep breaths. the choreography you’re practicing this time around was much more difficult than you’d anticipated. did the choreographer your company hired for this really think you could pull this off?

you scoff at the thought.

no, there’s no time for doubts now.

a distinct sound suddenly echoed in the room you're in. startled, you jump slightly. who in god’s green earth could be messaging you right now in the middle of the night? you sighed, you suppose you could use a break for now. your phone went off again, whoever it was, they’re persistent.

you jog towards the desk in the far end of the room where your phone was sitting all alone. when you grab it, you look at the time first. damn, it’s already this late.

you need to head to bed soon if you don’t want to miss out on the busking event you’re supposed to go to tomorrow morning. it’s not like you wanted to, but your manager got mad at you for being indifferent about it so he basically forced you to go. what difference would it make? you’re certainly cognizant of the fact that your idol career is flopping. to add salt to your wound, you were never popular in the first place as well. you’re considered a “nugu idol” for crying out loud.

your debt to your company was piling up and you don’t know how you’re ever gonna pay them back.

shaking off the negative thoughts that keep creeping into your mind nowadays, you read the spam of messages zoey sent you. that’s right, it’s none other than the zoey of huntr/x herself.

( HOLY CRAP have you heard???! a new season of that show you lovr so much just dropped TONIGHT!!!!!! )

( yoohooooo, you there?? )

( I was wondering if youd like tob brngr watch it with me one of these nights )

( *binge. Sorry im eating and ny fingers are slippery ijbol )

( HELLOOOO i know youre awake rn. answer me!!! )

you chuckled, you could always count on her to be energetic even in the dead of night. despite their popularity, you’re glad they still kept in touch with you. more often than not, you find yourself feeling disappointed when you reminisce about your disqualification from the trainee program you and the huntr/x girls were a part of all those years ago pre-debut. then again, you didn’t have that extraordinary “it” factor celine was looking for so you can’t really fault them for anything.

your shortcomings were simply too obvious.

“woah, watch out, [name]!” zoey’s hand instinctively darted out to grab your waist in time, preventing you from falling on the floor. rumi stood up in alarm, but you held up a hand to stop her. “don’t worry, i’m fine. i just slipped.”

“your eyebags beg to differ.” mira snapped at you. you only sighed in response. zoey let go of you when you stood upright again. “[name], what did i tell you about staying up late again?” rumi’s brows furrowed as she slowly walked up to the two of you. “it seems like we have to knock some sense into them if they want to be stubborn.” mira crossed her arms in her chest, still glaring at you.

“ignore mira, [name]. she’s just worried about you.” zoey dismissively waved a hand at mira’s biting remarks.

“damn right, i am!”

“okay, enough. let’s take a 30 minute break and huddle up,” rumi commanded in a steady tone. she may be carefree and goofy like the other two, but it’s times like this that you take notice of how she was… born to be the leader of huntr/x. you smiled. celine raised her well.

the four of you sat down in a circle on the floor. rumi cleared her throat before speaking up, “lately, it seems like all we ever do is practice and be the best huntr/x we can be, but when was the last time we got out to go try eating in different restaurants and cafés?”

your brows scrunched up in confusion. you thought this was going to be a serious meeting.

“yeah, we haven’t been spending some quality time with our dear [name] right here!” zoey giggled as she swung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in towards her, patting down your cheek teasingly. “but we are spending time with each other in this dance studio, aren’t we?” you said unsurely.

“nah, that’s totally different.”

“yep.”

“uh-huh.”

“huh?!” you yelled exasperatedly.

“imagine, [name]. this will be the last time we’ll get to spend time with each other as ourselves outside in public! after we debut, we’ll all have to wear disguises day in and day out,” rumi explained to you, her imploring gaze never leaving your face.

“i know you’re giving yourself a hard time lately, but you’re enough in our eyes, okay? we wouldn’t change you for the world,” mira spoke in a gentle and soft tone, with all of her bravado stripped away. you never told any of them about your insecurities, but mira somehow sees right through you, she always has; she can read your emotions like an open book and give you comfort whenever you need it.

they wished they could say more to you, reassure you that being a part of huntr/x was never going to be for you seeing as you're not a hunter like them. you're just... a human.

“that’s right, so… who wants to go to this underrated cat café I found out about yesterday?!” zoey instantly broke the somber mood, showing off a screenshot of a cute cat logo on her phone screen.

“me!” the three of you simultaneously cheered with zoey joining in shortly after.

looking back now, you’re grateful they always try to promote your new songs and new episodes of the many variety shows you were featured in even though it never really goes anywhere. their fans are too fixated on huntr/x, they don’t have any more room left nor love to give to another idol. in their eyes, rumi, mira, and zoey were enough.

you finally typed a reply to zoey.

( Yes i’m awake. Sorry, just practicing my new choreo lol )

not even two minutes pass by when zoey already replied back.

( bro what??? this late?? you need to take a break or something )

your eyes darkened.

You: ( can’t. my manager will be mad if he finds out i’m slacking off. I’m gonna attend a busking event at Seoul tomorrow morning )

Zoey: ( REALLY?? awwww i wish we could watch… but since a Certain Someone pushed our golden release early, we just started our promotions a few days ago! )

You: ( Lmao im guessing it was rumi?? anyway, its fine! good luck with the promotions! )

Zoey: ( girl yes ughhhh good luck to you too, babe!! LMK when youre up for that binge watch sesh once we wrap up our promotions though. dont thibk i forgot! <3 )

you smiled. the fact that you’re a nobody and they’re korea’s beloved girl group now doesn’t change the bond that blossomed between the four of you when you were just trainees, back when you were naive enough to believe you could make an impact on the cruel world that is the k-pop industry.

zoey was right, you did need a break, but the crippling disappointment and shame you’ll feel after it won’t be worth it. you think you don’t deserve one unless you work harder to impress your manager and subsequently, your company who invested in your talents.

the weather wasn’t doing you any favors while you withstand the heat. was it ever this hot in seoul?

you murmured complaints under your breath as you fanned yourself with both of your hands. when the speaker of the event mentioned your stage name, you snapped out of your reverie and stepped up to the stage. the very few fans you currently have cheered you on while the rest stared at you with silent scrutiny; you cringed inwardly at that.

all things considered, you thought you were doing a pretty good job with your performance. there weren’t any slip-ups nor mistakes on your part. it’s only when you spotted huntr/x among the crowd while they’re in disguise that messed everything up.

your eyes widened.

you missed a key point of your choreography, pulling you out of your groove altogether. your heart beats erratically in your chest and you gasp for air, already feeling an incoming panic attack. before you know it, you were ushered out by the organizers when the crowd started booing you.

when you stepped down from the stage, the three of them grabbed you and dragged you to a nearby alleyway.

“hey, hey [name]! are you alright?” the first one to speak up was rumi, her worried gaze flitting over to your face while she pats you down, feeling for any sort of injuries you might have. you nodded wordlessly. “that was rough, it was a relief the organizers pulled you out before the situation escalated.” you know mira never wants to lie to you, but her blunt remarks sometimes hurt you more than they should.

“yeah… do you want to go to a nearby café and cool off? not a lot of people are around today, that’s how we managed to sneak out.” zoey smiled unsurely. when rumi let go of you, zoey instantly grabbed your hands and brought them closer to her chest, an attempt to ground you to reality and focus on her.

“sure, that would be nice,” you finally replied. zoey beamed at you as she linked arms with you, rumi and mira walking closely in tow.

unbeknownst to the four of you, five pairs of glowing yellow eyes were intently observing you in the dark.

“found your number one weakness.” a certain raven-haired demon chuckled darkly.

“zoey told me the three of you weren’t gonna come and watch?” now that you’ve ordered your respective drinks, you managed to calm yourself down for a proper conversation with them. “well, about that… i wasn’t lying! but we really wanted to watch you so we begged for bobby to let us go this once and fortunately, he did!” zoey clapped cheerfully while the other two smiled and nodded in confirmation, looking proud of themselves.

they were lucky they have a kind and loving man like bobby around; managers like him are hard to find.

the thought was bittersweet.

“your singing has improved a lot, [name]. your tone is much more prominent,” rumi complimented you, a shy smile making its way on her face as she starts to blush. “yeah, your choreo’s getting hotter too. i like it,” mira chimed in, smirking as she sends a cheeky wink your way. “and your expressions! they’re bright and cute!” zoey piled on more compliments.

your face started heating up, compliments from them—from huntr/x—always leave you feeling overwhelmed.

“aw, come on guys. i still have more room for improvement!”

“right, but so do we, you know?” rumi mused. she squeezes your shoulder, the comforting weight making you feel less tense. you nodded and smiled at her in appreciation. the four of you continued to catch up with each other’s lives, work stressors, and other mundane things. you even managed to rope rumi and mira into your binge watch session with zoey.

when mira looked at the clock on the café’s walls, her eyes widened in surprise. “shit, it’s already evening. bobby might get worried if we come later than we promised.”

“oh my god, you’re right! time flew so fast, i didn’t even notice!” zoey exclaimed, hands flying up to her face.

“it was fun hanging out with you today, [name].” rumi wrapped her hands around you in a bear hug, zoey squealed and joined in. “yes! i’m soooo gonna miss this once we start going all in on our promotions!” when the two let go of you, mira walks up to you. she grabs your waist and plants a brief kiss on your forehead. “call us whenever you need anything, ‘kay?” you blushed from the bold intimate action.

“will do! goodbye huntr/x, knock ‘em out dead!” with a teasing smile on your lips, you joked. the three of them laughed, waving goodbye to you before they finally left the café. your smile dropped and you sighed as you sat down on the plush cushion of your seat. you were just about to start packing up your things when suddenly, your phone started blowing up with hundreds of notifications.

what the fuck?

you instantly pulled it out of your bag, clammy hands unlocking the lockscreen. you opened all of your social media accounts, looking for the main source of these notifications, and once you found it, you were aghast.

a member of the saja boys—romance—posted a clip of your performance today at the busking event on his official account.

( I adoreee the way they dance, and they’re gorgeous up there on stage! The Saja Boys would personally love to meet this gem for a potential collab♡♡ )

the comments were flooded with mentions of your official social handles, both your fans and non-fans alike agreeing with romance and complimenting your dancing skills. your jaw dropped.

what the fuck?

you didn’t even know the saja boys were watching you. you thought you’ve had enough heart attacks for today, but fate had other plans. while you were busy having an internal crisis over the fact that you’re going viral right now because of the saja boys, one of them sent you a personal message on social media.

( hey, i watched your performance today. and i think you’re an excellent performer ^__^ are you up for some dancing and possibly a collab with us? if you are, meet us at club icarus tomorrow @ 12am. we’ll be there during our free time. )

you gasp out loud. did fucking jinu of the saja boys just invited you out?! oh god, this is too much to handle for your frazzled nerves right now. it’s all coming too fast for your liking; you need a moment to breathe.

what should you do?

no, actually fuck it, what more do you have to lose, anyway?

You: ( oh my god, thank you!! i would LOVE to have a collab with you five omg. i’ll be there sharp!! )

Jinu: ( great! can’t wait to see you, lovely. ♡ )

you grabbed a random pillow from the seat beside you and started screaming into it. just a few hours ago you thought your idol career was gone for good when you messed up at the busking event, but not only did you get to hang out with huntr/x today, the saja boys took notice of you and decided to personally invite you out!

i mean, this has to be a fan’s number one dream come true, right?!

feeling overwhelmed yet elated all at once, you had a hard time trying to sleep peacefully tonight when you got home.

you could smell the sweat and the intoxicating perfume wafting from the people on the dance floor across from you; you didn't expect this club to be packed. fiddling with the angel wings you wore on your back—apparently, it was the dress code for this club—you quietly scanned the room, looking for any sign of the saja boys.

you stopped when you noticed a tuft of hair with a familiar shade of pink behind some dancers. you squinted your eyes to get a closer look until you realize it was one of the members of saja boys; it was abby!

you sprang to action, running towards his general direction while squeezing through the sweaty dancers on the dance floor. when you manage to get out of the throng of people, you spotted the saja boys huddled up together in a quiet corner, talking amongst themselves while they’re away from prying eyes.

you took a deep breath and steeled yourself to face them. when you came into view, they instantly quieted down and turned their heads around. “hi, saja boys, right? i’m [name]!”

“sunbaenim! it’s great to finally meet you!” abby cheered, bounding up towards you to eagerly shake your hand. you were surprised by his sudden enthusiasm, but you returned it with the same fervor nonetheless.

“i’m mystery. nice to meet you, [name],” the member whose lavender hair covers his eyes introduced himself to you with a shy smile.

“romance at your service, dear [name],” the member whose hair has a lighter shade of pink purred, gently grabbing your hand and bringing it close to his lips to kiss it. his intense gaze on you never falters. you gulped. damn, he’s smooth.

“i’m baby, the cutest maknae in korea!” the blue-haired member with a baby face exclaimed in delight. weird, despite his childish looks, there’s a cold glint in his eye that you can’t quite describe; you shrugged it off.

“i’m abby! my abs make all my fans pass out. don’t stare at them too hard or you’ll be the same.” the member you saw from afar introduced himself with a smirk and a flirtatious wink. it’s funny, he kinda reminds you of a cocky golden retriever somehow.

“and i’m the leader, jinu. we’re pleased to be in your presence today, [name]. we can only hope you’ll feel the same,” the leader of the saja boys spoke up last, his innocent smile doesn’t betray the knowing look on his face. of course, you were oblivious to this fact.

“hey, guys! i wasn’t expecting to meet up with you at all, but i’m very honored!” you happily greeted them. you were holding back your inner fan, scared they might think you’re one of those creepy sasaengs they hate so much. they only debuted recently with “soda pop”, and yet they already took korea by storm. the catchy pop song went viral on social media with everyone doing the dance challenge. and honestly? they deserve it. you see great potential in them, so it didn’t take long for you to become a fan of them too.

jinu chuckled. “no need to be uptight, we’re all colleagues here. and we’ve admired you for the longest time now before we debuted, [name].”

“huh? really?” you stuttered, breaking eye contact with jinu, feeling exposed under his gaze. “yes! which was why we were excited to debut, it’s our dream to meet you in person and make music with you.” woah, he was really laying it on thick. and while you still can’t believe the prospect of the saja boys being your fans, all this praise is making you feel dizzy. “thank you, i appreciate that… to be honest, this is all so crazy to me. but i’ll be lying if i say i didn’t want a collab with you too.” you replied with a smile, jinu’s grin grew wider while the other boys cheered in the background.

“awesome! then i suppose we would be seeing each other often starting from now on.”

“that we will!”

spending time with the saja boys in and outside work hours has been a whirlwind of chaos if you put it lightly. you didn’t hate it, it was a nice change of pace in your life; ever since that fateful day, your popularity steadily grew and you gained more fans each day. what was once a pipe dream to you is now becoming reality, and you can’t wait for the day you stand on equal ground with huntr/x.

speaking of, they’ve been distant with you lately. with the vague messages zoey sent you almost two weeks ago, you figure they must be having a fight. whether it was a serious one or not was none of your concern, you didn’t want to pry into their private lives.

“earth to [name]! hellooooo?” baby mockingly knocked on your forehead with a closed fist and a shit-eating grin on his face. you swatted his hand away and playfully rolled your eyes at him. “what is it, baby?”

the blue-haired man sighed. “jinu said you should watch our performance and give us proper feedback about it. i don’t know what the big deal is, but you’re more experienced than us so we trust your word.”

“sure, where is he?”

baby jutted out a thumb to his left, pointing to the door. “jinu and the rest are all there in the living room… they’re waiting for you, so let’s go already!” he whined and clinged to your arm.

“alright, alright… i’ll be there in a few minutes. just let me pack up our stuff here.” you gently threaded your hand through his soft blue locks. baby closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. “fine, but don’t take too long.” he pouts and finally lets go of you.

“oh my god, romance, did you seriously just send a flying kiss to the camera after drinking hot sauce?” you groaned. the man in question laughed, he leaned to your right side and twirled a lock of his light pink hair as he giggled. “mhm, the fans loved it, no?”

“sure, but you still looked ridiculous.”

“hey! don’t be mean!” romance pouted as he gingerly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “i can give you a private show if that’s what you’d prefer,” he seductively whispered in your ear.

suddenly, you felt a protective hold on your arm. mystery growled from your left. “stop making them uncomfortable, romance,” mystery warned. romance only rolls his eyes in response.

“what, you jealous?”

“no. hog them all you want, but [name] will have a one-on-one session with me later so they can teach me their new choreography.”

“why, you!”

with a deep sigh, you pinched both of their cheeks at the same time. “that’s enough, what would jinu say when he finds you two all beaten up for nothing? control yourselves.”

“mystery started it!”

“and it’s all because you decided to be a stupid ass.”

“that’s not a valid reason!”

“nuh-uh.”

you closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. god, when will jinu come home? these two are unbelievably immature.

“let me help you with that, [name]!” abby confidently grabs the heavy cardboard boxes you were struggling to lift, holding them up in his arms with ease as he puffs out his chest with pride, expecting that compliment he oh-so craved from you.

“thanks, abby! you’re very strong. with you moving our equipment to the studio, we’ll be done in no time!” you smiled at him brightly, and he who doesn’t know any better, continues to stare at you in a daze.

“right, so let’s get moving, shall we?” abby snapped out of it when jinu bumped shoulders with him roughly. “hey, what’s the big deal, man?” abby glared at jinu, the former’s blatant hostility and change of attitude not being lost on the latter.

“nothing, man. we’re in a rush, so we need to do this fast.”

“whatever.”

jinu frowned at abby’s flippant response. once the pink-haired man was out of view, jinu sent an apologetic look your way and mouthed “i’m sorry about him” to you. you shook your head and laughed it off, telling him you’re used to the saja boys’ antics by now.

“no, but seriously. thank you for everything you’ve done for us.” in a flash, you suddenly found yourself in jinu’s arms. the boxes he was holding a few moments ago were long forgotten on the ground. you jerked in surprise, startled by the raven-haired man’s heartfelt confession. where did this come from?

his hold on you tightened a little bit more, as if he was scared he’ll lose you any second now if he lets go of you. he couldn’t say it then, but you were someone who has become important to him, to the other saja boys as well. in the beginning, talking to you was only a means to an end—you were simply a pawn in jinu’s plan—the saja boys did not care for your wellbeing one bit, they couldn’t give a rat’s ass if you died in a ditch somewhere.

however, overtime that changed. they now know you’re the one soul they won’t give up to gwi-ma no matter what it takes. they can only hope you’ll come to accept their demonic nature as well once they tell you.

your growing popularity now was all thanks to them and the fans they’ve managed to brainwash into liking you.

really, you should be grateful to them. but no, oh no! don’t worry, they won’t harm a hair on your pretty little head. in fact, once everything goes according to plan and they manage to take over seoul successfully, you’ll be in their grasp for a long, long time without gwi-ma and huntr/x in the picture.

they just have to be patient as they tempt you into sweet salvation.

[soldiersgirl]

[m1rotics]

love in equal measure

mommy!seonghwa x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none! this is pure fluff. just seonghwa catching you whenever you fall. he's always willing to bring you back.

It's around eleven when you make it home, you were supposed to get off at seven, but you got piled up and with extra tasks forcing you to work overtime, and traffic was bad on the way home. You can feel your bones get weighed down as you step through the door. The entirety of your body feels so incredibly heavy, you yawn, stretching your back. You slip out of your shoes, tucking them neatly in the corner. You hang up your keys and shuffle to the living room.

Seonghwa's strung across the couch, reading a book, and you collapse into his arms as fast as you can. Melting into him with a satisfied hum, soaking in the sweet scent of his cologne. He lets out a surprised noise, but he quickly relaxes, placing a hand on your back.

"hi, baby," he croons. The sound of his heart beating and the gentle rocking of his breathing lulling you to sleep. You drift between a limbo of consciousness and the sweet relief of sleep. You could pass out right here if he'd let you.

you mumble, "s been such a long day, mommy."

He rubs soothing circles onto your back, "I know, baby. You've been working so hard. You just want your mommy to take care of you?"

You mutter something incomprehensible, but seonghwa doesn't make you repeat it, he knows you do. He understands without you saying anything at all.

"poor thing, have you eaten?"

You shake your head, looking up at him with tired eyes and a pout, "skipped lunch.”

He tuts, "well, that won't do. C'mon let's go get some food in your stomach."

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him you don't need to eat, you just need him. But he hushes you with a kiss, and then he's ushering you off the couch and into the kitchen. You settle into a chair while he begins to whip something up for you. Usually, you'd spark up conversation and ask him about his day, but you can't bring yourself to speak. The two of you sit in comfortable silence.

He comes back with a bowl of noodles, setting it down in front of you and lowering himself into the chair next to you. And for a moment, simply looking at it makes you feel sick, and you hesitate to even touch your food. Seonghwa, however, doesn't bat an eye, taking matters into his own hands. He lifts the noodles to your mouth, and waits for you to take it. It turns into a routine after that: blow on it, then lift it to your mouth, and then he wipes your face when some broth gets on your chin.

He comes back with a bowl of noodles, setting it down in front of you and lowering himself into the chair next to you. And for a moment, simply looking at it makes you feel sick, and you hesitate to even touch your food. Seonghwa, however, doesn't bat an eye, taking matters into his own hands. He lifts the noodles to your mouth, and waits for you to take it. It turns into a routine after that: blow on it, then lift it to your mouth, and then he wipes your face when some broth gets on your chin.

If you weren't so exhausted, you'd feel childish. embarrassed even, and, to be honest, a piece of you does feel bad. Ashamed of the fact you can barely take care of yourself like a normal person, of the fact you need someone to do it for you.

But seonghwa's cooing at you the whole time, a pleased little smile on his face when you take each bite he offers, looking at you with such warmth. You try to remind yourself he wants to do this for you, but you can't help the way the doubts swallow you up like wildfire.

"Are you sick of doing this?" You manage to whisper as he prepares to feed you the last bite. He just looks at you, incredulous. "it's fine if you are, I won't be mad. Not at all actually. I...I could leave you alone. If you don't want me to burden you with my problems.”

Then he frowns, eyebrows knitting together, before sighing. He holds the noodles to your mouth, and you tentatively take it, chewing slowly.

"I'm not sick of doing this for you," he says, and it's painfully soft. "I enjoy taking care of you, I hope you know that. It's not a burden if I enjoy doing this for you, you understand that, right?”

You nod, slowly like you're unsure, like you're contemplating if he's telling the truth.

"I enjoy this just as much as you do, and you may not believe me, but I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't." He says this as he washes the bowl out, and you can't help but find the words slightly comforting.

You're not forcing him to do this for you. It isn't an obligation, nor an expectation. He simply does it because he can, because he wants to. That fact is jarring, hard to wrap your mind around.

You get knocked out of your thoughts when his hands rest on your shoulders, "now lets get you ready for bed, baby.”

It's easier to follow his lead after that. Let your mind get fuzzy at the edges while you take a backseat, and you fall right into the safe hold of his satiny, smooth voice. You trail him into the bedroom.

"go take a shower, I'll have your clothes ready when you come out."

You let out an affirmative noise, already heading straight to the bathroom. Once the hot water runs over your skin, you ascend. It soothes the ache hiding deep in your bones, and you catch yourself swaying. You hop out of the shower, wrap a towel around yourself, and drag yourself to the bedroom. Seonghwa glances up at you, "come here, stand in front of me."

You obey, coming to stand within arms reach of him. He picks up a pair of baby pink underwear, and you are now very aware of what he wants. He holds them in front of you and you step into them, pulling them up your legs; naturally, he does the same with the shorts he picked out.

He stands up, and you lift your arms. He slides the shirt over your head.

It's a cute sleep set, black and light pink. A little pocket on the breast. He takes a step back to admire the way it looks on you.

"you're so pretty, baby," he croons, and rubs his hands up and down your arms. Feather-light touches that make goosebumps rise on your skin.

"thank you."

His eyes meet yours, and he raises a brow.

"thank you, mommy," you're quick to fix your mistake.

He smiles, and it's so pretty your heart almost stops.

"Sit on the bed, I'll be right back."

You perch yourself on the edge, staring at your knees. Surprisingly, you're not thinking much of anything right now. Perhaps that's a blessing, a silent gift from seonghwa. You don't know how he manages to quiet your thoughts better than you do. You pray he never stops. You don't think you'd make it without him.

He comes back with lotion, and all too gracefully sinks to his knees. He squeezes some into his hand. He places your foot on his thigh, and rubs the lotion in. His touch is firm but gentle, massaging it into your skin. He takes your foot in his hands and kneads the lotion into your soles. More tension slipping out of you as the second fly by. The room smells like flowers, roses specifically. Fresh and bright.

When he's done, he kisses the top of your foot and moves onto the other leg. His lips are plump and soft against your skin. He repeats the process on the other leg, adding a kiss to both of your knees. He sits on the bed to do your arms. He finishes up with a kiss to both wrists, lingering a beat. He takes your hand, and simply holds it for a minute, staring at them with a dreamy look. He presses a kiss to the tips of your fingers. Delicate, barely there.

"I love you," he says, and you cup his cheek with your hand. He turns his head to press a kiss to your palm. Leaning forward, you plant a kiss on his lips, "I love you too."

"Let's lay down," he says, and with that all your exhaustion floods your mind again. you wiggle further into bed, rolling onto your side. Seonghwa crawls behind you. The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces, and he slings an arm over your waist, holding you close.

[angelic-muse]

unforgettable

a/n: i couldn't not write anything for his special day, so enjoy, and happiest of birthdays to my silly mosshead man. this was written with both anime and opla zoro in mind so feel free to interpret it as either.

pairing: roronoa zoro x gn!reader

warnings: just fluff, not proofread

summary: it's your lover's birthday, and what better way to start the celebration than to stay awake and surprise him at midnight?

...that is, if you can stay awake.

must stay awake... must stay awake.

the sentence replayed itself in your groggy head like a mantra, a broken record stuck on repeat, a toy train running in slow circles around your brain as you fought the urge to tip over the line between wakefulness and sleep.

zoro deserved more than that.

"my birthday? never really done anything for it," he'd grunted the day before after you'd brought it up. the swordsman had frowned, scratched his head. "kinda forgot it was tomorrow, actually."

and it was then that you decided to make this birthday — and all his next ones, for that matter — unforgettable.

so after some pleading with nami that then lead to careful rearrangement of night watch schedules (despite the crew's grumbling), zoro would be set to finish his shift at midnight — exactly midnight.

and what would he find when he returned to his room? you, of course, waiting for the moment he stepped through the door to shower him in love and birthday wishes, followed by a day of celebrations just for him.

well, that was your plan.

but the actual staying awake hadn't been part of it.

since your shift for night watch was the last one, just before sunrise, you were lucky enough to be able to sleep soundly all night till then. which meant you were not at all used to being awake at this time and your body was slowly but surely losing the fight to fall unconscious.

you yawned, blinking heavy eyelids as you turned to squint at the sky, the gentle moonlight washing the deck of the going merry in its milky glow. it wasn't quite yet at its highest point — still not midnight.

surely a little lay down before zoro returned couldn't hurt, right?

don't fall asleep, you promised yourself one last time as you settled into his own hammock, breathing in the lingering scent of him with a sigh. don't fall asleep...

zoro muttered angrily as he stomped across the ship back to his room, not bothering to soften the loud thumping of his boots against the planks, swords clanking noisily at his hip.

"serves 'em right if they wake up," he groused, "putting me up there at this time all of a sudden for no fuckin' reason—"

he cut short as he shoved into his room, raising a brow at the sight that met him as he rid himself of swords and shirt. there you were, curled up in his spot, sleeping soundly like a contented cat.

"the hell you doing in my hammock?" he grumbled under his breath, but zoro slid in beside you anyways, throwing an arm over your shoulders and folding the other behind his head. he didn't mind that you were here — he never did. sleeping beside you was nothing out of the ordinary anymore. he liked it, enjoyed the easy comfort and security that came with you tucked against his side; hearts beating in time, every breath shared.

it was right when zoro was beginning to drift off that he felt you stir awake. cracking open one eye, he watched as you sat up, blinking tiredly. "zo... zoro?"

"what got you up?" he murmured as you yawned and stretched your arms overheard. "m'here, get back to sleep." get back to cuddling me.

"the smell of a pirate who hasn't showered in a week," you joked groggily, rubbing at your eyes. then you froze. shit.

shit!

"no, i fell asleep!" you groaned, burying your face in your hands. how could you? you promised yourself you wouldn't, for him, and now... "fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck... i'm sorry." you peeked back up at him, lower lip stuck out.

zoro frowned. "hah? what the hell are you on about?"

"i was meant to stay up," you said sadly. "to say happy birthday to you. at midnight. that's why i got nami to change your watch..."

rubbing a hand across his face, zoro sat up to look at you properly, blinking sleep away. you went to the trouble of getting his night watch changed and stayed up in his room just to say happy birthday to him? seriously?

he'd be surprised, but really, that was just the kind of stupid, endearing thing you'd do.

and so he laughed.

you blinked at him as his wide shoulders shook with mirth, head tossed back. an embarrassed warmth crept up your neck and you folded your arms, attempting to glare at him even as you fought to hold down a smile. "wh— it's not funny!"

"nah," he grinned at you as his laughter died down. "it's just cute. c'mere."

you yelped in half-protest as zoro grabbed your head to pull into his chest, laying back down with a sigh.

"you don't hafta... stay up until midnight or do shit like that just for me." he uttered after a moment of quiet, brushing his fingers through your hair. "you need your sleep, and i need mine. so just... just wait until morning next year, yeah?"

"i... okay," you sighed, trailing a finger across his chest, drawing mindless patterns over scarred, tawny skin, making him suppress a shiver. "i still have stuff planned for later, though."

"yeah? let's hear it."

"i'm not ruining the surprise, silly. but... i did get you some presents and convinced sanji to bake you a cake. among other things."

zoro snorted. "bet that shitty cook did it for you more than me."

"probably," you teased, tilting your head to look up at him. "don't get jealous that he might love me more than you, it's okay."

the swordsman scoffed, turning you both on your sides with a grunt. "maybe, but he'll never love you as much as i do."

you chuckled, tucking your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent; steel and sweat with an earthier undertone somewhere beneath. "i love you too, even though you still smell like you've never showered."

zoro barked out a laugh, tightening a thick arm around your waist to pull you further into him. "i'll take a shower for your birthday, how's that sound?"

you peered up at him and wrinkled your nose. he grinned.

"you're gross," you muttered with a smile even as you snuggled further into him. he kissed your forehead and you could feel his own smile against your skin.

"and you still love me."

"lucky you, huh?"

zoro exhaled softly, closing his eyes. "yeah, lucky me."

slowly, quiet draped itself over the two of you like the softest blanket, comforting and warm as the sounds of your breathing lulled each other to sleep after gentle whispers of goodnight and wishes of good dreams. and he rocked you in his arms, like how the gentle waves rocked you from below, mother nature's cradle for her sleeping children as they rested in an embrace so tightly woven with nothing but pure love not even the sharpest sword could ever hope to sever it.

and that morning, when zoro awoke to his dear lover smothering his face with kisses as they pulled him from his sleep with the promise of birthday gifts, he knew with clarity, such a deep, resounding clarity it made his heart ache—

that you, on this day and every other, were the greatest gift he could ever ask for.

nia's ask box is open!

[glitterghost]

Okay, but your room should be next door to mine, so when I'm feeling down and out and unlike myself, I can just let myself in and flop face down onto your bed and just be around you.

[gemini-queen42]

I've seen ppl talk abt how its high time Ganondorf gets some gender fuckery, but it's in refference to since we've got a bit of it for both Zelda & Link in games so far [As much as one can ofc w/out actually including anything queer], but I haven't seen anyone mention the fact that Ganondorf is just already so *Primed* for it. Like Real Non-Binary Shenaniganery. He already kinda IS-

Lemme Elaborate:

It is long established that the Gerudo are female only, using males of other races/species to have children- those males never being accepted within Gerudo society and there is only one Male Gerudo every 100 years, who will be their king- which is Ganondorf.

The Gerudo do *Not* have a gender binary.

they have a gender Unary, based upon also having a Unary sex:

Women, females.

[Side note, this also kinda makes them genderless, as there cant be any social constructs of gender when those just apply to everyone, thus just being.. general social constructs. Anyways-]

See, the Gerudo have adopted the *language* Of the gender binary, as it applies to when they interact with the other hyrulian races/species- [Cultural Exchange ! ♡ ] but the actual ideas/"rules" of this gender binary, as social constructs, dont actually *Apply* to the Gerudo [At the very least/especially not Within Their Own & Not Interaction with the other Hyrulian Groups]

So, being a gerudo Man is not the same Gender as being a man in any other hyrulian group.

Because the other groups are working on a binary social constructs.

And the gerudo are Not.

This is not going to come out as succinct as I want but;

Being a gerudo Man is much closer to being in a higher role of religious/spiritual power/authority due to being intersex / nonbinary or Vice Versa - than being a man as we / other hyrulian groups think of it.

Like. It kind of literally *Is* that.

He is outside the Gerudo's main gender structure, he is a special case, places in a special role because of it.

He's non-Unary. Technically every Gerudo is non-binary, but that's also complicated-

Because they kind of have this synchratism thing going on with the rest of Hyrule's ideas of gender, and they both generally connect Gender with Biological Sex, so they share ideas there- and they've certainly blended their ideas of gender together to cohabitate and match things up linguistically- but like. It doesn't feel right to say theyre just.. working under the gender binary everyone else is. Because they're not.

I kind of want to compare it to Two-Spirt & Trans. Like they're understood easily through each other, because theyre kind of the same thing- but like. Also No. And Two-Spirit is very specifically a Native American Identity that is specific to Native American Culture [I'm sorry I don't Currently recall specific tribes the term is tied to its 2am for me as im writing this fjsjdjd]

The difference between Gerudo Gender & Other Hyrulian Genders is kind of like that. Except lacking distinguishing terminology. And like this is a kinda loose comparison and not exact but hopefully it helps you get what I mean?

So like yeah. Obvi the rest of Hyrule does not regard a male gerudo as being a seperate gender from any other man, and the gerudo barely do either- because theyre using the language of the binary, and they've fit him into it, and the rest of hyrule isnt really considering how gerudo gender doesn't work like theirs. So they dont acknowledge it.

And neither does Nintendo lmao

But he IS.

Because what does being a man *mean* in a culture of Only Women?

Not the same as in a culture of two genders.

Because one is an exception, an outlier - and the other is just one of two boxes.

Anyways FUN FACT I have a LoZ au / storyline in which I incorporate and explore all this!!! [I have made no other posts about it yet I'm sorry but PLEASE feel free to ask abt it if you're curious !!! ♡]

Ok thats it thanks for coming to my TEDtalk lmao

[vanillashusband]

MOOOOOORE URSA RANGER AU ART + an oc that was supposed to show up in the fic but I didn't get that far hgjfhg His name is Gonzo, and I've now dragged and dropped him into Full Sync as Westley's younger brother! hgjfhgf

[auntiejohn]

my teacher called on me in maths today and i had no idea what was going on bc i was daydreaming about what outfit im gonna wear tonight i fear this is why im failing

[b1mbodoll]

thinking abt heeseung that’s a bigggg fan of messy blowjobs idk.. he loves throatfucking but his cock is so big :( can never find a girl willing to let him violate her tight throat until he found out abt hybrid girls n how.. depraved they are <3

stumbles across ur profile on some petgirl hookup app idk n he’s so infatuated with you <3 you just look soso pretty n the pics of you pouting ur lips n lookin up sweetly at ur camera make his cock throb .. combined with how cute ur lil pupears are.. yeah he’s obsessed. so he messages u n is clearly interested <33 n the first meetup is enough for him to claim he’s in love w u ..

ur soso desperate for his cock n youre so willing to let him use you, even begging for him to do whatever he wants to you bcs you wanna be a good little puppy for him <3

you let him leash n collar you, following his lead when he pulls on the pink leash he recently bought just for you n mouthing at his cock over his sweats, drool leaking steadily from ur mouth.. is it a hybrid thing to have especially wet mouths or is it just you? regardless, he’s not complaining, nor will he find out if it’s exclusive to just you bcs after how good you are for him, he’s not giving you up.

he’ll keep you locked up in his bedroom forever if that’s what it takes to ensure you become His pupgirl <3

his pants are completely drenched in your spit n it makes his cock throb n leak, precum dribbling steadily from his slit n you’re whining soooo loud bcs you wanna taste him :( so he lets you; orders you to pull out his dick n pleasure him with your mouth

ur more than eager to obey, tail wagging behind you n ur ears perked up, tongue even lolling out a bit once you see just How big he is, saliva making a mess of ur chin

you’re quick to wrap ur lips around the head, sucking the tip n moaning when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, pressing your pink muscle into his slit to taste even more.

he doesn’t even have to ask for you to deepthroat him; you simply take his length deep inside your throat n look up at him, waiting for heeseung to push n pull you over his cock just how he likes it.

the noises are fucking filthy, drool and precum causing you to gag from the sheer amount n it makes your cunt clench, even whining around him, loving the way he groans so deeply when you do.

when he cums down your throat, there’s so much cum n nowhere for you to go, unable to pull away due to heeseung’s big hands forcing you to keep his dick inside, your nose pressed to his pelvis.

you wouldn’t pull away even if you had the chance, though; why would anyone do that? all you want is to feel his cum flood your mouth.

you get that and more, his cock throbbing inside your warm, wet mouth as his cum spurts inside, some of it even leaking out of your nostrils because there’s just so much; white, creamy semen clings to your throat and strings of it coat your upper lip from where it spills ot of your nose, the sight making heeseung moan your name <3

[catcze]

Sylus fucking his pretty kitty (me <3) deep and hard, and he grabs her by the back of her neck —the scruff of it— as he pushes her face into the sheets and, oh, she absolutely melts in his hands, becoming a pliant, whiny little mess of pleasured tears and moans while he ruts into her, his hands holding her down and his cock stretching out her pretty pussy, thoughts only on him and how good he’s making her feel <3

[xxgoldie]

lighter birthday fic is nearly done but I need to conk out now or I'll be up til sunrise so here's the tags bc I'm incapable of shutting up

[sorcerous-caress]

she's trying her best...on the wrong account

[purgatorygrl]

Arthur Morgan you are and you will be everything to me forever