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summary: you’re jealous of zoro and hiyori so to prove his loyalty, zoro gets law to cut open his chest to show you his heart.
contains: f!reader, down bad zoro, jealousy. uh, do not cut open your chest to prove your love in real life pls and thank you.
It was one thing to see her on his arm, it was another to see her sleeping on top of him. Your rightful place. The child did not bother you, every child deserves a place of warmth and comfort, and if your husband could provide that, then you welcomed it, but another woman?
No matter what he said, or when he tried to catch you alone, his words were to no avail. All you could do was focus on the battle, and cry when it was over. And when you cried, Zoro watched you from afar, and his fists balled at his sides.
Zoro hates seeing you cry.
But fuck did you look pretty sitting by the river, with the moon as your witness to your tears, and he hated himself for being the reason for it.
“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to stop.” Zoro says to Hiyori, beyond angry, after finding out from Nami that she tried to clean him as he rested. “I have a wife, I love my wife, I’m loyal to my wife - why would I ditch what I have with her for you? I will live for her, I will die for her, and I will breathe only for her. She can slit my throat right now and I’d thank her as I bleed out.”
Hiyori was taken aback.
“I didn’t think it was serious.”
“Not serious?” Zoro hissed. “Are you—?”
Zoro brought his fist to his mouth to quieten his rage. He didn’t want to say something he’d later regret.
“I don’t half-ass things, and that includes my marriage. If you do something like that again, I’ll have Nami deal with you.”
Zoro took one step forward. Then another. And every step towards you, his heart beat a little faster, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were visible. It hurt to walk, it hurt to breathe, but he had to reach you.
Then, he dropped to his knees, and when you yell, he grins. At the sight of his heart, you cover your mouth with your hands.
“Zoro!”
He brought his hand up to your face, looking like a helpless man in love.
“You want me to do what? Are you hearing yourself, Roronoa-ya?”
“I’m not going to beg you. I’ll do it on my own if I have to. But I didn’t want to put this on Chopper, so I came to you.”
Law looked at him like he was stupid. But then again, he did sail with the crew for a while - he bore witness to the affection Zoro had for you.
Eating together, polishing his swords as you read your book with your head in your Zoro’s lap, talking together, drinking your favourite drink as he drank his sake, sleeping together, training together - Law will never forget the look on Zoro’s face when you screamed out of fear, or how he ran to the scene, or how Zoro reacted to an injury you sustained in battle.
It was like you had died.
So this offer should not have surprised him.
“Get on the ground, Roronoa-ya. It’s going to be painful.”
“Zoro!” You gasp, placing your hand to his chest but he caught your wrist.
“Hey beautiful,” Zoro grinned, his eyes sleepy, but he didn’t care. “You’ve been crying because of me?”
His heart was racing. You thought it was a heart attack and panic all over again.
“Hey, listen to me - I asked Law to do this. I’m fine.”
“Wha—” You choke on your sobs. “Zoro?”
“I love you.” Zoro whispered. “So much. I don’t like her. I don’t care about her. I never have, I never will, you’re the one for me. If I have to show you my heart to prove it, I will show you my heart to prove it. My heart isn’t even mine, it’s yours. See how it beats for you?”
Zoro kissed your hands, and when his hand felt cold in yours, you place your hand to his chest.
“Why would you do this?” You whisper. You couldn’t be angry anymore. “I would’ve gotten over it with a conversation.”
“What Hiyori did was out of line, and I didn’t want you to doubt our marriage. The last thing I want is you overthinking about us. I need you to see for yourself—”
His breathing was ragged.
“I’ll talk to you once I know you’re safe.” You say, and call out for Law, who was nearby and heard your call.
He rushed over, didn’t say anything, but the look on his face told you he found this stupid.
Feeling as though he was intruding on something intimate, Law was quick to patch him up, check his breathing, and when everything was back to normal, and Zoro’s injuries didn’t affect him, he left.
Zoro pulled your face to his and kissed you under the moon, wiped away your tears, and whispered constant praises of love for you.
Your doubts went away, and the truth of his love solidified.
“You’re so stupid.” You hug him tightly. “Oh my Zoro. I can’t even be mad at you properly!”
Zoro laughed, and rests his head in the crook of your neck. “I’d do anything for you.”
“I know.” You whisper. Tears well in your eyes. “I know, I know, I know. But seeing her on top of you… that’s my spot. Not hers.”
“I know,” Zoro kissed your cheek, and when your hands brush his chest, he sucked in his breath. You pull him into your body, and lay down. Zoro protectively held you. “I know pretty, it will never happen again.”
You tremble in his arms. He let you cry. You kiss his chest where you once saw his heart, and how fast it beat for you, and your fingers tremble as you cling to him.
“I love you.” Zoro whispered. “So much.”
You press your forehead to his chest in response.
He brushed your hair.
Then, as quiet as a mouse, he heard it, and all his anxieties melted away.
“I love you too.”
BONUS SCENE.
The sun was up, and Sanji watched as you and Zoro spent your hours together. He noticed Hiyori watching from afar.
No malice, only a twinge of sadness.
Feeling eyes on her, Hiyori looked up, and when Sanji caught her, she looked away.
“He’s one crazy bastard,” Law walks up to Sanji. “Got me to cut his chest open.”
“For what?” Sanji frowned.
Law shook his head. His lip quirked. “To show his heart to her.”
Just then, Zoro’s chuckles filled the air, as he smirked at an insult you threw his way.
“I should be surprised but Marimo has always been that way.” Sanji lights up a cigarette. “I feel sorry for Hiyori-chan.”
“I don’t. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
Sanji agreed. Heard Usopp call out to him. So, he walks off. “Let me know if you need anything.”
Law nods. Looks ahead. Shook his head and grumbled.
multiple one piece boys; fluff!! || where you like to [casually] touch your man || 1.2k
No matter what was going on or what he was wearing, Luffy always looked good— whether that be ‘cute’, ‘hot’, ‘handsome’, ‘pretty’ or some other flattering adjective— he was a looker. End of story. But you couldn’t help but especially love when his straw hat wasn’t on his head; watching his hair rest over his forehead or rustle with the wind always had you staring. It was an absolute pleasure to run your fingers through his black tresses to feel the softness, running your nails along his scalp to make him shiver with tingles and sigh in content. The first time, he fell asleep in your lap within seconds. He’d woken up with a plea to do it some more so he could actually bask in the feeling and from then on it was something he actively sought out. It felt so good, soothing, relaxing…whether it was just a passing ruffle or hours worth of head massaging, he adored it, and he adored you.
How could you not want to grab Sanji’s waist? He was the perfect prince charming with such a lean figure and a subtle hourglass cinch to his waist that was worth drooling over. And drool you did because goddamn, did your boyfriend deserve someone to lavish him with heart eyes and attention. You loooove to come up behind him and grip his waist, either resting there or giving it a good squeeze; it’s usually followed with a kiss anywhere you can reach, or kisses everywhere you can reach. The first time it ever happened, his nose bled like a popped vessel and he melted into your arms. Practically begged you to not let go. The action has him forever smiling and blushing, giving you reciprocal heart eyes (though that’s typical behavior when he’s around you anyway). His own hands will find yours, rubbing over your knuckles so intimate and sweet, voice a soft murmur as he gives you an adoring little ‘hi’ followed by whatever french nickname he has for you at that moment.
Zoro worked hard to obtain his level of strength and physique. You thought that dedication needed some praise: and no praise was better than feeling up those biceps. It was damn near a ritual when you slid your hands up his tanned arms, fingers dipping under the sleeves of the shirt he had on, curling around the defined and bulging muscle. Sometimes you squeezed once, sometimes you squeezed a few more, sometimes you let your nails gently sink into the skin before easing up. His ears turned red the very first time it happened, wide eyed and stunned, before he gave you his usual smirk. He’s so fucking smug when you do it now, lazy and lidded eyes watching, murmurs like ‘yeah? Like that flex?’ and other similar comments escaping him. He eats your admiration UP— but he’ll also let you see those genuine smiles and bashful looks every once in a while.
It’s your boyfriend’s fault for never wearing a shirt, and the rare times he does, Ace still has it open to show his toned chest. So, really, in your defensive opinion: he’s basically inviting you to feel him up. Which you do. Gladly. Anywhere, anytime— you slide your hands up and down his skin lazily, fingers mapping out the lines of muscles, entirely unabashed. When you first did so, he caught fire. Literally: hair ablaze, flames licking up his shoulders and blazing from his palms. He likes it a lot, maybe too much. Having you so open with your affection— your admiration, your infatuation, it’s so intoxicating in the best way. He feels so loved and seen. Even if he expects it now, he still gets all fuzzy inside and giddy, cheeks always coloring a pretty pink, but he also gives you a big grin and that lovely laugh of his.
Honestly, Sabo didn’t think anything of his looks most of the time. He knew he was considered fairly handsome and the scar over his left eye had never bothered him. But you? Ohhhhoho, you worship that man like the pretty thing he is. During quiet moments and/or downtime, your hands always- at least once in those time periods- find his handsome face; thumbs rubbing his cheeks, pointer finger mapping out all his features, grip gently curling around his jaw, tracing along his scar. He had a windows shut down moment and a whole system reboot when you first did so, stammering nonsense and staring dumbly. Now, there’s always an infatuated smile and a twinkle in his eyes to boot. He can’t get enough of the way you treat him, shown by his honeyed and sometimes endearingly cheeky murmurs during.
Your lovely boyfriend works too much and too hard. Law wouldn't know what self care was if he was given the textbook definition and a drawn diagram. So you take it upon yourself to not only take care of him but to show him some love. Like clockwork, every time you see him hunched over his desk (which is a lot), your hands find his shoulders; fingers getting a comfortable grip, massaging them, working out knots and tension…when they relax to a point you’re pleased with- and him, based on his small sighs- you slide down to his back to either rub soothingly or work your thumbs over any sore muscles. He’d like to say he was composed when it first happened, but the truth was, he completely melted into a puddle. It’s fifty-fifty on if he’ll keep working while you do so or abandon it entirely, but he will quietly express his gratitude and love for you, either way.
[longer bonus] Kid’s prosthetic arm was a source of pride and determination. It made him stronger, made him want to continue to get stronger, and he didn’t really give it any other mind past that. Until you got a hold of him. You couldn't explain it, but lavishing your soft touches to the metal was a favorite pastime of yours, whether intentional or subconsciously. Your fingers barely press down as you run them over the dips and edges of the prosthetic. Gentle, even if he couldn’t feel it. The first time (rather, the first time he noticed you doing it), he almost jerked away, unused to such affections in the early stages of your relationship…The thought of it, though, was…nice. After battling with himself for weeks, one quiet night, he finally asked you to run the motions of your fingers over his right arm, so he could actually feel it. So when you were stroking the metal limb, he could think back to how it felt, and know exactly the care you were giving him. The way your fingers gently roamed his skin made him shiver and sigh, almost reluctant to show vulnerability, but doing it anyway because…it was you. He was big and strong, like a damn tank, yet you showed him a gentleness he would’ve never known, had he not fallen for you. It was special, even if he struggled to admit any of it aloud. So now every time your hand finds his prosthetic, he’ll give you a softer look if in private or one of his smug little smirks in front of the others. He can feel it, in his mind, and it makes his heart flutter every. time.
Summary: In which someone makes a bet that they wouldn't catch you if you ran towards them at full speed while their hands are full. So, you decided to test it out.
Characters: Illuga, Lohen, Xiao, Kinich
Illuga
Absolutely, 100%
Would drop everything in his hands just to catch you even if he was holding something precious or fragile. The only time he wouldn't catch you would be if he was holding something sharp or dangerous, anything that could potentially harm you if he accidentally dropped you.
“!? W-Wait! I'm still holding onto Sir Flins’ supplies!! If you fall—”
Despite his increasingly panicked attempts at persuasion, his body moved quicker than his mind. In less than a second, his hands had already dropped everything onto the floor and his feet were planted firmly into the ground, arms spread widely to catch you just in the nick of time
Uses his entire body to cushion the impact and slow you down, making sure that even if the two of you were to fall, he would be the one hitting the ground first. Luckily, his feet were planted firmly enough into the ground that none of you ended up tumbling onto the ground, with yourself landing safely into his arms.
After double (maybe triple) checking that you weren't hurt, he proceeds to chew your ear off for the next hour or so, reprimanding you for your reckless and irresponsible actions. That was far too dangerous! What if he slipped before he could catch you!?
“Don't ever do something so reckless again. If you do, don't expect me to catch you again (｀ヘ´)”
He absolutely would. But he would also prefer if you were to greet him normally next time instead of giving him a heart attack
… At least the feeling of carrying you in his arms more than makes up for it
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Lohen
“Oh?”
He watched as you hurled yourself towards his direction, intrigue and a hint of puzzlement sketched onto his face
Depending on the time of day, there's a 50% chance Lohen would open his arms and catch you so that the two of you would fall together, as well as another 50% chance that he'll wait right up until the moment you're almost in front of him, step aside and then catch you just as you were about to fall face first into the ground. What can he say? An eye for an eye, a surprise for a surprise.
Honestly, he finds your trust in him rather endearing. Even though you know that he has a million tricks up his sleeves, you still chose to run towards him at full speed with your arms wide open, not caring if he was in the mood to catch you or not. It made his heart sing with pride, knowing that you had such blind trust in him.
Fortunately for you, he decided to play nice today and catch you immediately. The moment he tosses everything away and your body hits his, one of his hands curls around the back of your head while his other arm slyly snakes around your waist, keeping you pressed as closely to him as possible even when his back hits the gravel below.
“Too bad. Such tricks just aren’t enough to catch me off guard, darling.”
He doesn't try to fight back the wolfish grin surfacing on his face, nor say a word back when you start complaining. Only when you start trying to lift yourself off of him does he make his move. In the blink of an eye, he rolls over and pins you down into the same patch of gravel he was once lying on top, trailing his hand slowly from the back of your head down the back of your neck, all the way to your collarbones.
“Next time, don't announce yourself before you start running— not like that would stop me from sensing your presence beforehand anyways~”
Xiao
“Absolutely, 100%” the sequel
Wouldn't even think before dropping everything to catch up to you. He would even take a few steps forward to lessen the amount of time it would take for you to reach him before patiently waiting for your arrival with his arms wide open, counting down the seconds until you found your way home
Just like the first time he caught you back at the Jade Chamber, his arms are firmly wrapped around yours. Only this time, instead of them being over your shoulders, they are pressed closely yet warmly against your back, gently pushing you to fall deeper into his arms until your head hits his chest
“Did you need me?”
He asks in a calm, steady voice, thinking that any matter that required you to run to his side with such urgency without calling his name was one of utmost importance. If you had called, he would've undoubtedly reached your side in a moment's notice, perhaps even before his name had fully even left your lips. Too quickly? Nonsense. In his eyes, that was the least he should do.
When you told him that you simply wanted to see if he would drop everything just to catch you, he would blink in surprise before letting out a scoff so soft that it couldn't be called anything but fondness.
“If you think our bond was that weak, you needn't test me. I wouldn’t have appeared before you if you didn't mean anything to me.”
After a flicker of hesitation passed his face, he lowered his face and awkwardly nuzzled his forehead against yours, suppressing the urge to look away in order to whisper against your lips.
“... Since you're here now, can you stay a little longer? There’s a plate of almond tofu here that I would like you to try… Who made it?... I… cannot say.”
Kinich
“Ajaw”
“???”
“Catch”
“！？！？ KINICH YOU @%£@%@£@%£@@%@%£@££@%@%%@£@”
Tosses everything to Ajaw and forces him to catch it all before opening his arms as wide as possible, readily bracing for your impact
Honestly, if he had more time to prepare, he would’ve preferred putting everything aside to make better preparations on how to catch you. However, since the things he was holding onto were needn't to complete a commission, he had no choice but to rely his closest companion (which unfortunately had to be Ajaw) and improvise on the spot
Luckily, all that time he spent carrying you around his house before had taught him all he needed to know. Before you had even reached him, he took a few steps forward and waited for you to skid to a stop. Once you did, he ceremoniously placed one arm behind your knee, one arm behind your back and BAM— a princess carry.
“... Should I ask?”
He raises a questioning brow, waiting for you to speak. Once you finish your explanation, he simply sighs before pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head, looking down at you with a mix of exasperation and affection.
“The price for scaring me doesn't come cheap. I hope you're ready to pay for that stunt you just pulled tonight.”
you're splayed out on atsumu, back pressed to his chest, fully naked with your backside grinding against his thick bulge. he keeps pressing slow kisses to your shoulder, murmuring right against your skin. "fuck, look at ya, all spread out for us like this. so fuckin' pretty when ya moan like that. ya feel how hard my cock is against your ass? keep rubbin' on it, baby."
osamu is down between your legs, two fingers already pumping in and out of your dripping hole while his tongue laps messily at your clit.
he's loud about it, slurping every drop of your juices, adding a third finger without warning and stretching you open wider. "shit, she's so wet, 'tsumu. keep talkin' to her, she's clenching hard around my fingers. taste so fuckin' sweet, can't get enough."
atsumu chuckles low, one hand sliding up to cup your breast while his lips stay busy on your neck. "hear that, baby? osamu's makin' such a mess down there. ya like bein' our little toy, huh? keep those legs open for him. gonna have ya squirting all over his face before we even unzip."
osamu groans into your cunt, sucking your clit between his lips as his three fingers thrust deeper, curling just right while his free hand grips your thigh to keep you spread. "so fuckin' tight around my fingers. ya gonna cum for me like a good girl? soak my tongue, pretty. let 'tsumu feel ya shake on top of him."
atsumu's hips roll up against your ass, his free hand sliding down to spread your folds wider for osamu. "that's it, grind on my dick while he eats ya out. such a messy little slut for us. keep moanin' like that and we'll both be fuckin' ya stupid once we're done playin' with this pretty pussy."
SYPNOSIS ... late at night once everyone’s asleep in the hq you and zanka find each other’s lips on one another’s :: request by @enyalc :: i actually didn’t have a clue what i was writing for half of this so this is probably ass and i lowkey kinda hate it
CONTENT ... nsfw content, read at your own risk :: afab!reader :: softdom!zanka :: dry humping :: making out :: mild language :: not proofread im lazy😓
the cleaners hq is deathly quiet. it’s late. far too late for zanka and you to be up - especially with a mission waiting for you both in a few hours
the bed creeks slightly as your body lays atop of zanka’s, your thighs in either side of his own, he smells like incense and fresh linen. your body instinctively nuzzle your face deeper into his neck, lips lightly placing kisses along his smooth, fair skin
you feel his adam’s apple vibrate as he calls your name breaking the shared silence between you two, you hum in response
“y’tired?”
you break your lips from his neck lifting your head to face him. his arms slide down your back to sit at your hips as you wrap your own around his neck bringing your bodies impossibly closer
you let out a breath of acknowledgment as his thumbs rub light circles gently on your hipe bone. you leaned into his touch, your head nuzzling deep unto his neck and your hips shifting against his groin. your movements pulled a noise close to a groan out of him
“stop movin’ ”
he only received a hum in response as you shifted in his lap again, this time with a subtle giggle. zanka lifted a hand from your hip and allowed his fingers to card through your hair causing you to lift your head
zanka’s hand fell back to your hip as you both now face each other head on. his hand reaches up again cupping one of your cheeks, his finger rubbing on the apple of your skin, then snaking it’s way to the nape of your neck brining your lips closer to his own
his lips are barely brushing your own as he lightly pecked them. your hands slide up to his jawline and your thumb caressed his soft skin. his hand pushed against your neck forcing the kiss to grow deeper
zanka’s other hand still resting on your hip shifted to the small of your back as your lips moved in sync against each other. his tongue licked along your lips forcing entry into your warm mouth
zanka’s hand on your back ran along your spine before settling back at the small of it, his hand now pushing your body against his, making you grind on his lap
you let out a gasp into his mouth. you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kept guiding you on his lap. your hips moving in sync with your lips, the slick on your panties began to grow the deeper his tongue went down your throat while he pulled more whines out of you
he broke the kiss for a second, a string of saliva still connecting your lips while your hips still chased after his. he moved kisses along your neck making your whines and whimpers grow louder
“shhh, gotta keep it down pretty”
zanka’s lips immediately met yours again as an early morning light began to fill the room. the sound of someone walking down the hq’s hallways didn’t register until a loud knocking broke you both free from your trance, making your head whoo towards the door
“oi lovebird! get ready, we gotta leave early!”
you turned back to zanka, his lips swollen and red still covered with a filthy mixture of his and your saliva. his head fell back on the headboard before he spoke
°⊹₊--- After a month of dodging lazy smirks and deliberate brushes in the campus library, the walls you built so carefully finally come crumbling down. Caught in the quiet trap of a rain-drenched November night, the university’s star point guard decides he’s done playing it slow. No more running, no more armor—just a ruthless, breathless surrender in the dark of his off-campus bedroom. Min Yoongi knew from the moment he saw you that you wouldn't be easy to break, but as the lines between his calculated game and raw, unyielding hunger completely blur, he makes sure you'll never want to put the pieces back together.
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The smell of 2013 college basketball was a potent mix of stale popcorn, cheap body spray, floor wax, and the electric hum of a gym packed to the rafters. The neon lights of the scoreboard buzzed overhead, displaying a glowing victory for the university’s home team.
In the center of the court, Min Yoongi was basking in it.
He wore his jersey loose, the fabric damp with sweat, his snapback turned backward over messy black hair. He was the university’s star point guard, the guy whose face was on the campus flyers, and, worst of all, he knew exactly how good he was. He had a reputation that preceded him both on the court and off it: fast, ruthless, and entirely unapologetic. He was a playboy in the truest sense of the word, navigating the campus social scene with a lazy, cat-like grin that had half the student body falling over themselves just to get his attention.
He was currently laughing at something his teammate said, slinging a towel over his shoulder, when his eyes scanned the dispersing crowd.
That was when he saw you.
You were sitting near the top of the bleachers, clutching a heavy textbook to your chest like a shield. You wore an oversized cardigan that practically swallowed your hands, and your eyes were fixed firmly on the exit, trying to navigate the sea of rowdy students without making eye contact with a single soul. You were the epitome of the shy, quiet girl who accidentally wandered into a pep rally.
Yoongi stopped mid-sentence. His eyes narrowed, tracking your movement as you carefully stepped down the bleachers. There was something about the way you carried yourself—the quiet defiance of your existence in a room full of noise, the soft curve of your lips as you chewed on your inner cheek nervously.
He didn't just want you. He needed to have you.
"Hey, Yoongi, you coming to the after-party at the house?" his teammate asked, clapping him on the shoulder.
Yoongi didn't take his eyes off you. "Yeah. I'll be there. Just gotta take care of something first."
He knew your type. Safe. Innocent. The kind of girl who did her homework on Friday nights and got flustered when a guy asked for a pencil. A girl like you wouldn't be easy. You wouldn't fall for the usual lines, and you certainly wouldn't just jump into his bed because he wore a varsity jersey. But a smirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi’s lips. He was Min Yoongi.He liked a challenge, and more than that, he liked the thought of breaking down that quiet exterior until there was nothing left but his name on your lips.
It took him two weeks to finally get you in a space where you couldn't just walk away.
The university library was quiet, smelling of old paper and dust. You were tucked into a corner booth, a stack of research papers spread out in front of you, a glowing MacBook Pro casting a soft light on your face. You were completely in your element, focused and serene.
Until a heavy, leather varsity jacket slid onto the back of the chair opposite you.
You blinked, looking up from your laptop. Yoongi slid into the booth, his long legs stretching out under the small table, intentionally brushing his sneaker against your boot. He was wearing a grey hoodie, the hood pulled down, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.
"You're hard to track down," he said, his voice a low, raspy drawl that vibrated straight to your core.
You swallowed hard, your grip tightening on your highlighter. You knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. "Can I help you?" you whispered, your voice small, instantly betraying your nerves.
Yoongi’s smirk widened. He loved it. The way your cheeks flushed a faint pink just from him looking at you. "Yeah. You can tell me your name. I've seen you at the games."
"I... I only went to one. My roommate dragged me," you stammered, looking back down at your papers, hoping he would take the hint and leave. "I'm just trying to study."
"I'm Yoongi." He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, invading your space. The scent of him—something woody, masculine, and entirely intoxicating, it washed over you. "And I don't think I caught your name."
You hesitated, looking up through your eyelashes. You felt small beneath his gaze, exposed. "Y/N Name," you murmured.
"Beautiful," he purred, the word rolling off his tongue like dark honey. "You going to the bonfire this Friday, Y/N?"
"No. I don't really do... parties."
"Shame." Yoongi reached out, his long, pale fingers casually tapping the edge of your textbook. His knuckles were slightly scraped from practice, a detail that made your pulse quicken. "I guess I'll just have to keep finding you here, then."
"Why are you talking to me?" you asked, a sudden spark of defensive courage flickering in your chest. You weren't stupid. You knew his reputation. He was a heartbreaker, a guy who changed girls as often as he changed his sneakers. "Don't you have a hundred other people who actually want your attention?"
Yoongi’s eyes darkened, the smirk fading into a look of genuine, predatory interest. He liked that you had a little bit of bite behind that shy exterior. It made the anticipation even sweeter.
"They're not you," he said softly, his voice dropping an octave, heavy with a promise that made a shiver run down your spine. "See you around, sweetheart."
He slid out of the booth as smoothly as he had entered, leaving you staring at the empty space, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird.
The slow burn was agonizing, and Yoongi played it beautifully.
For the next month, he was everywhere. He would pop up next to you in the campus coffee shop, buying your iced Americano before you could reach for your wallet. He would walk past your table in the student union, lingering just long enough to ruffle your hair or whisper something teasing in your ear that left you burning red for the rest of the afternoon.
He didn't rush you. He was breaking down your walls brick by brick, letting you get used to his presence, letting you crave the casual touches—the hand on the small of your back to guide you through a crowded hallway, the way he would lean close to whisper secrets in class, his hot breath brushing against your earlobe.
You tried to resist. You told yourself he was a playboy, that you were just a game to him. But the way he looked at you—like you were the only person in a crowded room—was a drug, and you were rapidly becoming an addict.
The tipping point came on a rainy Tuesday night in late November.
The campus was quiet, drenched in a cold autumn downpour. You were walking back from the late-night computer lab, shivering beneath your umbrella, when a sleek, dark car pulled up to the curb beside you. The window rolled down, revealing Yoongi behind the wheel.
"Get in," he commanded softly.
"Yoongi, I'm almost at my dorm—"
"I said get in, Y/N. It's freezing."
Defeated and shivering, you opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat. The warmth of the car hit you instantly, along with the heavy scent of his cologne. He immediately reached over, turning the heater up, his hand lingering near your knee for a second before he pulled back.
He didn't drive to your dorm. Instead, he drove toward the athletic complex, parking in the secluded, dark lot behind the old gym where the players usually kept their cars. The rain beat a frantic rhythm against the roof, creating an intense, suffocating bubble of privacy.
Yoongi turned off the engine, the sudden silence inside the car heavy and thick with tension. He turned in his seat, resting his arm on the steering wheel, his dark eyes boring into yours.
"You've been avoiding me this week," he stated, his voice quiet, dangerous.
"I haven't," you lied, looking down at your hands. "I've just been busy."
"Look at me."
The authority in his voice made you look up. He was staring at your lips, his jaw tight. The lazy, playful basketball star was gone; in his place was a man who was entirely out of patience.
"I've been good, haven't I?" Yoongi murmured, his voice dropping into that rough, gravelly register that always made your thighs press together. "I took it slow. I let you get comfortable. But I'm losing my mind here, Y/N. I think about you constantly. I want you so bad it hurts."
Your heart skipped a beat. Your breath hitched, your shy nature warring violently with the overwhelming desire pool in your lower belly. "Yoongi... you have so many girls..."
"I don't give a fuck about anyone else," he growled, leaning across the console. His hand shot out, his long fingers cupping your jaw, his thumb pressing firmly into your cheek to force you to stay focused on him. His touch was hot, electric. "Look at me. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me to leave you alone, and I'll walk away. Right now."
You looked into his dark, fierce eyes. You saw the raw hunger there, but you also saw something unyielding. You knew that if you said no, he would walk, and the thought of never having his attention again made your stomach drop.
"I don't want you to leave," you whispered, your voice trembling.
Yoongi let out a low, dark growl, and then he was moving.
He didn't just kiss you; he claimed you. His mouth crashed into yours with a fierce, burning hunger that took your breath away. His tongue slid into your mouth, dominant and possessive, tasting you deeply while his hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck, gripping your hair gently to hold you still for the onslaught.
You let out a soft whimper into his mouth, your hands instantly flying up to grip the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer. The sheer contrast of your innocence against his raw, experienced dominance was intoxicating. He tasted like mint and heat, and you were completely helpless against it.
"Fuck," Yoongi groaned against your lips, breaking the kiss for just a fraction of a second to press his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "My apartment. Now."
The drive to his off-campus apartment was a blur of rain-slicked streets and trembling hands. The moment the door to his place clicked shut behind you, the air exploded.
Yoongi didn't even turn on the lights. He threw his keys onto the counter, his hands instantly finding your waist, lifting you effortlessly up against the front door. The hard wood pressed into your back as his mouth found yours again, harder this time, more desperate.
"Yoongi—" you gasped as he tore his mouth away to bite down gently on the sensitive skin of your neck.
"You're so small," he muttered against your skin, his hands sliding up under your cardigan, his palms hot against your bare waist. "So fucking soft. I’ve been waiting a month to do this."
He carried you into his bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress. The room was dark, illuminated only by the orange glow of the streetlights outside his window. You looked up at him, your chest heaving, your hair wild against his pillows. He stood over the bed, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of you, before he reached down and pulled his hoodie over his head in one smooth motion, discarding it on the floor.
His body was lean, toned from hours on the court, his chest broad and his shoulders wide. You swallowed hard, a wave of shyness hitting you again as he crawled onto the bed, looming over you like a predator.
"Still nervous?" he whispered, his voice incredibly dirty, a wicked smirk returning to his lips. He reached down, unbuttoning your cardigan and pushing it off your shoulders, leaving you in just your thin camisole. "Don't be. I'm gonna take real good care of you, sweetheart. But I'm gonna make you scream."
He leaned down, kissing you thoroughly while his hands went to the button of your jeans. He undone them with practiced ease, his fingers sliding beneath the denim, making you gasp against his lips. He pulled the jeans down your legs, throwing them to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to his gaze.
Yoongi sat back on his heels, his eyes scanning your body. The sheer appreciation in his gaze made you want to hide, but he wouldn't let you. He grabbed your ankles, pulling you down to the edge of the bed.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Fucking perfect."
Without another word, he moved between your knees. He didn't hesitate; his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide, and he leaned down, burying his face between your legs.
The first touch of his tongue made your back arch completely off the bed. You let out a loud, high-pitched cry, your hands flying up to grip the headboard.
"Yoongi! Oh my god, wait—"
"Shh," he mumbled against your wet skin, his breath hot and damp. "Just take it."
He was ruthless. His tongue was heavy, stroke after stroke against your sensitive center, finding your rhythm instantly. He used his fingers, sliding two of them inside you, stretching you out while his mouth worked relentlessly on your clit. The combination was too much for your inexperienced body. You were burning up, twisting against the sheets, your hips moving involuntarily against his mouth.
"Please," you sobbed, the pleasure turning into a sweet, agonizing torture. "Yoongi, please, I can't—"
"Come for me," he demanded, looking up at you through his dark hair, his fingers working deep inside you. "Let me see it."
With a final, deep stroke of his tongue, you shattered. Your body went rigid, a loud, breathless scream tearing from your throat as your walls clamped down hard on his fingers. Yoongi watched every second of it, a look of pure, primal satisfaction on his face as you shook beneath him, completely undone.
He didn't give you time to recover.
Yoongi stood up, quickly stripping out of his own sweatpants and boxers. You caught a glimpse of him in the dim light—thick, heavy, and fully aroused—and your eyes widened. He looked monstrously large, and a spike of genuine fear mixed with desire hit your gut.
"Open your legs for me, sweetheart," he commanded, his voice dropping into a dirty, guttural rasp as he crawled back over you.
He didn't just slide in. He positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his wet tip against you, making you whimper and writhe beneath him.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his jaw clenching as he pushed just the head inside. "Fuck, look at you. You're soaking wet for me."
"Yoongi, it's... it's a lot," you whispered, your hands gripping his broad shoulders, your knuckles white.
"I know. I'm gonna go slow," he promised, though the sweat tensing on his brow suggested otherwise. He gripped your hips, lifting you slightly, and with one smooth, heavy thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
You let out a choked cry, your eyes flying open as a wave of fullness and intense friction washed over you. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his chest pressing down against yours, his mouth finding your ear.
"You feel so fucking good," he whispered, his dirty talk filling the quiet room. "Tight little thing. You're taking all of it so well."
He began to move, a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm that had you gasping for air. Every time he thrust into you, his lower abdomen slammed against yours, the sound of skin hitting skin loud and primal in the dark room. Yoongi wasn't the gentle, patient boy from the library anymore. He was a force of nature.
He changed the angle, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. The new position opened you up completely, allowing him to drive deeper, hitting a spot inside you that made your entire body tremble.
"Ah! Yoongi! Wait, right there—" you screamed, your fingers digging into his back, leaving red marks.
"Right here?" he growled, a wicked, triumphant look in his eyes. He began to hammer into that exact spot, his pace quickening, turning hard and fast. "You like it when I hit it like that? Huh? Tell me how my dick feels inside you."
"It's... it's too much, oh my god, Yoongi!" You were crying out, completely lost in the sensation, your head tossing from side to side on the pillow.
"Tell me," he demanded, his thrusts becoming savage, relentless. He was sweating now, his muscles rippling with every movement. "Say my name. Tell me who's fucking you."
"Yoongi! Yoongi, please!"
He let out a loud, guttural shout, his face contorting with pleasure. He flipped you over suddenly, forcing you onto your hands and knees. You barely had time to recover before his chest collapsed against your back, his heavy hand gripping your hip to pull you back against his thighs.
He entered you from behind with one brutal, deep thrust that made you buckle. He held you up by your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving bruises that you knew would remind you of him for days. From this angle, he was hitting you deeper than before, his breath hot and ragged against the back of your neck.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice completely vulgar now, stripped of any filter. "Look at you, taking it like a good girl. I knew I'd break you. I knew I'd get you in my bed screaming for me."
The dirty talk was the final straw. The combination of his thick, heavy length stretching you out and the raw, dirty dominance of his words pushed you over the edge for the second time. You collapsed onto the pillows, your hips still bucking back against him as your body convulsed in a violent, messy orgasm.
Hearing your undone cries, Yoongi lost his grip on his own control. He let out a loud, animalistic groan, his thrusts becoming frantic and shallow as he drove himself into your contracting walls. With one final, deep slam, he buried himself inside you, his body tensing completely as he came, filling you with his heat.
He collapsed on top of you, his heavy, sweaty body crushing you into the mattress. The only sound in the room was the heavy rain outside and the frantic, ragged breathing of both of you.
An hour later, the rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle.
The room was cool, but beneath the heavy comforter, it was boiling. You were curled up against Yoongi's side, your head resting on his bare chest, listening to the steady, calming beat of his heart. His long arm was wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you so close that there was no space between you.
The shyness had returned slightly, the reality of what you had just done settling in. You stared at the dark wall, wondering if tomorrow you would just be another girl he ignored on campus.
As if reading your mind, Yoongi shifted. His hand moved up to your chin, gently tilting your face up so you had to look at him. The dark, predatory look was gone, replaced by something softer, warmer, but no less intense.
"Hey," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lip. "Don't do that."
"Do what?" you whispered.
"Overthink it. I see it in your eyes." He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips—a stark contrast to the bruising kisses from earlier. "You're not a game, Y/N. I told you, I wanted you. And now that I have you, I'm not letting you go."
A soft, genuine smile broke across your face, the last of your fears melting away. You buried your face back into his chest, your hands curling into his skin.
Min Yoongi had broken your walls down, completely and utterly. But as you drifted off to sleep wrapped in his arms, you realized you didn't mind being broken by him at all.
bf! Yoongi, who supports you by default. Your cold toes wiggle under his calf, shocking him since he’d been lying in bed, cozy, hours before you finally decided to join him. You mumble a sleepy apology, ready to move back, but he’s already pulling you closer.
“C’mere,” he mumbles softly, tucking your head into the crook of his neck; your nose is just as cold as your toes when you brush along the curve of his throat, and he suppresses the shiver climbing up his spine in response. Instead, he pulls you even closer, giving you his body heat as you snuggle deeper into him with a dreamy smile.
bf! Yoongi moves quietly. He doesn’t have this need to constantly tell you, “I love you.” He shows it’s when you get home from work, heading to his place because it’s closer, and you were missing him more than usual.
You all but melt into a puddle the moment you step inside his apartment. Your jacket fell to the floor right after you took your shoes off one by one, and you found Yoongi sitting on his couch, less than three seconds after you made a noise of greeting at the front door.
You’re too tired to converse and curl into his side, blinking glossy-eyed up at your man as he takes your hand in his. He intertwines his fingers with yours and sits with you in silence, rubbing your head with one hand as you curl into his lap with a soft sigh, finally relaxing because you're home.
bf! Yoongi doesn’t say he misses you outwardly. Instead, you get a message every few hours asking if you have eaten or drunk enough water today. Eventually, it’s too much for him, and he FaceTimes you when he knows you're home.
He doesn’t speak right away once you answer; his eyes flicker over your face as a little smile twitches on the corner of his lips, getting a good look at you for the first time today. Then he tries to act casual, claiming he wanted to show you some hobbies he’s picked up while away for work.
He shows you a guitar he bought, a cat figurine that looks like Tang, and as he tries to find more things to talk about to stay on FaceTime with you, you’re settling in bed, smiling, because you missed him too.
bf! Yoongi drags his fingers over your body with soft swirls, ghosting over every dip and curve. He maps out from the top of your head, massaging your scalp in smooth carresses that leave you plaint and humming. Then he trails lower, brushing over the slope of your nose, your eyelids, your lips- leaving them tingling while he traces down your neck absentmindedly.
The hum of the air conditioning is the only noise in the room, mixing with your soft breaths and his deep ones, the longer you two lie here. His fingertips swirl in curves, then lines, keeping you balanced between the edge of sleep and feeling more alive in his hands.
Sometimes, when you focus too much on the drawings he makes, you decode messages he tells you against your skin. "I love you" is a favorite of his, and he writes it the most in big loops and deeper pressure, like he's trying to engrave it into your bones in case you somehow don't know it already.
being on the Hail Mary for the last few months had been incredibly stressful
days and nights spent planning, testing, and executing all you could do to try and save Earth and Erid
you held out for a long while before the overwhelming pressure and stress finally caved in on you
and who else to pick up the pieces of you that had shattered all over the labs floor than Ryland?
your head fell onto your knees, as you curled up tightly into a ball, trying to make yourself as small as possible, as if this one movement will make you disappear entirely
but it doesn’t, and as soon as a tear finds itself wetting your bare knees, his hand is on your shoulder
the second you lift your head and your eyes meet his, you know you’ve lost whatever battle you were trying to have with not falling apart on this ship, you collapse right into his chest, a dark spot forming on his shirt marking where your tears had started to soak through
he made you feel safe, relating to you on your emotions, helping you catch your breath, letting you get it all out
that’s how you ended up underneath him, small hands pawing at his shoulders and pecs
face tucked into his neck with his hand cupping the back of your head, keeping your body pinned to him
“you know I’ve got you, it’s okay baby” he whispers into your ear, desperately trying not to startle you and break this bubble he’s keeping you in
giving into your every need to ensure your brain stays quiet
stroking your soft sides and pinching at your hips, rubbing tight, wet circling on your swollen clit and fucking orgasm after orgasm out of your worn down body
“you’re so beautiful” he licks along the shell of you ear “im so lucky I get to have you like this”
“just let me take care of you, huh?”
“yeah honey? does it feel good when I treat you like this?”
“my precious baby, so smart and so tight and wet”
he takes his time, working you for hours until your body and mind are putty in his hands
when’s he satisfied with your state, he checks over you thoroughly, cleaning you up, kissing your forehead, taking your requests
only then will he finally lay down and tuck you into his side, trailing soft scratches down your back and arms, and falling asleep with you <33
Heyy can we have more dacryphilia headcanons for grace? Ever since you wrote about that I can't stop thinking about it ughhh
more dacryphilia hcs for one Ryland Grace below the cut :) [MDNI]
Ryland had always been struck by your beauty even before you two became a couple, but nothing could have ever prepared him for when you first cried out of pleasure during sex. His first reaction was one of worry; he thought he’d hurt you, but after you assured him that you were crying because you were feeling so, so good, it just… flipped a switch inside of him. There you were; your lashes decorated by glimmering, miniscule pearls; cheeks and nose flushed and heated, and your lips kiss-swollen, letting your soft sniffles stream through like it was the sweetest song to ever grace his ears.
Ryland would stop moving. He’s transfixed; so taken by the vision of you weeping from the bliss to which he was bestowing upon you… Your pleading for him to continue the onslaught works like a charm, and he’s heeding every demand you have for him. He’ll do anything. Anything to make you cry even more, knowing he’s the one making you feel this way.
He either loves to kiss them away or lick them (hehe). If the first, it’s when the tears have barely made it past the apex of your cheek. He plants his lips upon each of the droplets to keep them from staining your pretty face; he murmurs praises against your skin as he does so, telling you that you’re doing so well for him and that he knows you can take more.
In the second case, Ryland usually does this when things are beginning to lead to the end, that is, your release. He’s a little more sensitive, more affected than a few minutes ago, and so the impetus that guides him no longer abides by his usual sweet demeanor. This is not to say that he turns rough; it’s that he’s just as overcome with pleasure as you are, and his mind is no longer operating on a daintier criteria. He’s all impulse and instinct, and they’re telling him to lick kittenishly at your tears as they run down the curves of your cheeks. Don’t worry; he’ll end each lap with a kiss — Ryland’s still loving even in his haziest moments.
Definitely the type to thrust harder when he sees you crying. He can’t help it, and oftentimes that’s what’s going to drive you higher and higher up the cliff of your orgasm. He complements it by rubbing your clit or stroking your cock; he’s whispering promises to you that he’ll take you there; you’ll cum and it’ll be so rewarding when he does. He tells you to let it all out, because you deserve to let go of your inhibitions and join him in this pursuit of ecstasy even just for a while.
Will use your tears as lube when he fingers you after making you cum. It’ll only make a positive feedback loop; you’d cry so prettily as he fingers your sensitive sex, and the more he fingers you, the more you end up weeping. Ryland isn’t bothered at all that you can barely see him through your blurry eyes. All that matters in this moment is maximizing your pleasure so that you both get what you want.
hello!!! so like Ryland has been in space, he’s seen thousands of stars only through the glass of his EVA suit unpolluted by manmade fluorescence. but his fav sight is still you on top of him, riding him until he’s dizzy :)
Hello good morning smile anon!! I'm so glad you asked about Ryland cause I have a lot of thoughts about that man
I think a bit too much about riding him in that damn pilot seat so here's some Ryland x afab pilot!Reader and ONCE AGAIN I got carried away heheh
Music inspo 1 + 2 and bonus visual that I think about a lot that is very fitting
"Sweetheart I- Ohh fudg- fuck..." Ryland hissed as his head careened back against the headrest. Words tangled in his throat as you wrapped a hand around his length and lined the tip of his cock with your entrance before taking him in inch by inch, pacing slowly as he stretched you out.
Good lord the stretch... for being such a smart man he was blissfully unaware at how big he really was. You almost choke before remembering to breathe as you bottom out, forehead now buried into his shoulder and nails digging crescents into his biceps as you immediately honed in on the little clicks and creaks that resonated from Mary's hull to ground yourself.
Sitting in the pilots seat was your comfort zone, a place where every other time you didn't need to focus but right now, the thought of riding Ryland in a place you considered a space sacred and special to you, only you, was a whole new experience to the senses that warranted a moment to take in what was happening.
Neither of you move, only able to sit there in silence breathing heavily in sync as you adjust to his girth that quite frankly, took you very much by surprise.
"Give me a second, Ry... jesus, you're so fucking big-"
"No yeah, no I'm- you're all good."
A smile beaming with pride quietly left his lips, a little secret kept between him and Mary as he gazed up at the hull high off of how good he felt just sitting there with his cock being warmed by you.
His trembling hands hovered over your hips, hesitant to touch as if the two of you hadn't secretly wished you'd somehow end up in this exact situation for months now after waking from the coma.
The quick looks the of you exchanged along with fumbled apologies and flushed cheeks when his hand accidentally landed on yours while you handled the flight stick as you showed him how to pilot Mary... The way you showed a little too much concern for his safety everytime he went on a EVA walk or tripped over the bulkhead door...
"Oh my go- are you sure you want to do this, I mean- yeah I want to, but do YOU want-"
He can't be fucking serious right now...
You quickly lift your head from his shoulder only able to let out a breathy chuckle as a response. He truly never shuts up and does not think clearly at all when he's flustered.
Placing a hand on his cheek, thumb on one side, four fingers on the other, you lift his head and manage to land a kiss between his words, teeth clicking together as he was mid ramble and still would be if you hadn't intervened.
Pulling back you notice his face was now bright red and eyes looking every direction but yours, trying to find something to say but failing each time he opened his mouth.
"Ryland Grace, if I didn't want to do this I wouldn't be sitting on you in MY pilot seat with your dick in me right now. So please, for the love of God, just shut up and let me ride you."
His attention quickly snapped back to you at your words, accidentally shifting his hips in the process.
The next breath you took hitched in your throat as you felt his cock twitch between your walls, your hand now leaving his cheek to thread your fingers in his hair, tugging at the cowlick on the back of his head that you loved so much. His hands now gripped tight on your waist before relaxing to help guide and keep you steady as you begin to rock your hips.
Your hand left the back of his head to brace yourself on the headrest to better angle your hips in a way that allowed him get a deeper reach in you. Ryland wrapped his arms around you now, pulling you even closer to him, desperate for full contact with your body and let out a gutteral moan into the crook of your neck the moment he felt his tip brush against your cervix with the rut of his hips.
"S' pretty.... holy moly you're beautiful taking me so well, sweetheart"
Ryland sat back in the seat, studying the soft features of your face, the way your eyes lovingly gaze into his keeping steady eye contact, analyzing how your head rolled back every now and then to call out his name and putting to memory the way it rolled off your lips with a soft moan to his ears like honey.
You know that look and have seen it many times before. The look he gets when he's lost in thought, his mind running a million miles a minute running every hypothesis possible and you can't help but smile taking in the sight below you. Pupils blown, glasses askew and his mind rapidly dizzying from the way your movements were now synced together, two undernourished egos that have been starved for this moment.
Rylands expression softened as the reflecting light from Mary's control panel in your eyes turned into dazzling, almost hypnotizing, stars. A sight he would come to love even more than the very stars that shined brightly outside every time you rode him in the pilot seat. A place now shared and sacred to the both of you.
⚔ As the first born son to the Silva family, Nozel's birthday has always been celebrated, even by commoners he never knew. It became a day he stood proudly in front of nobles who all seek the Royal's approval, nodding politely as they sweet talked to his parents, or mother's desperately trying to introduce their fearful daughters.
⚔ His mother always made his birthday enjoyable. Would start the day with his favorite breakfast that she made by hand. Then they would spend the entire day, devoted to him. Even as the family grew, each member would add to it, each in their own way.
⚔ As he grew older, and his family got smaller, his birthdays became ordinary days. Days he was still paraded around but a day he dreaded. His squad gave him gifts, catered food from the most exquisite meal they could find. Always a meal he disliked.
⚔ Then he met you. The girl who changed his entire world. You brought back joy that he hadn't felt since his mother. Without him ever telling you, somehow you managed to figure out his favorite breakfast and made it for him. Gifted him actual gifts you made him. You brought back the joy.
⚔ Once you had children, Nozel would take the entire day off, always told you that there were always other magic knights that could save the day. That this day, his birthday, was meant to spend with his family, not running off, playing hero.
⚔ You have him something he wasn't sure he would ever find once again, a love for his birthday. A day he starts enjoying it again because of you.
You and Dan work at the same school, you've been dating for a couple weeks now, when he first got in for the day he swung by and told you that he made lunch for you two so he'll meet you by his car for lunch
Once lunch rolls around he drives you two off campus and he spends your break fucking you in his car and you're both late getting back 💞
noah calhoun makes love. and i know this is painfully obvious and no new information, but there just something so endearing about how caring and loving he is during sex. whether he’s more dominant or submissive he’s always making sure you’re okay and that you’re taken care of
god he’s so domestic i love it
Oh ABSOLUTELY
this man is so romantic
Rose petals on the bed with a candle or two lit while he slowly thrusts deep inside of you, holding your hand and kissing anywhere he could reach while he whispers the sweetest things in your ear and tells you how beautiful you are 🥹
Speaking of holding hands...🥸
He definitely holds your hands when he eats it, rubbing your hips and your belly and kissing your thighs and kissing your pussy as he hums into you and moans
And he refuses to refer to sex as anything other than "making love" because it's just not romantic
I thought of insecure jealous Lars? But I don't know if he'll be this sad adorable puppy that he is or he'll stand tall and stare the other guy down? or both? Idk 😝
There’s been a lot of jealous Lars recently but I’m feeling it - normal service will resume shortly lmao
Oh it’s both. It starts with him feeling frustration and maybe a little rage about the whole thing. He wants to stand tall and stare the other guy down, just the way he did with Erik when he didn’t even realise he was touching him skin on skin because the jealousy just took over. And he won’t be afraid to do that again, to assert his dominance and show everyone exactly why you’re with him.
But then when he’s alone with his thoughts at night, he thinks about what he actually has to offer. (As a perfect example of why we should never think about things after 9pm) Lars convinces himself it’s actually not all that much. What does he have that literally any other guy couldn’t offer you?
He feels completely pathetic. He’s obviously insecure. He’s average in pretty much every area. He’s shy. He has a messy history already, and he was unable to satisfy you for the longest time. So he cries himself to sleep, feeling sorry for himself and wondering what you ever saw in him, if anything at all.
You can tell he’s quieter than usual though, and you might have to drag it out of him, but eventually when you’re alone and you can finally kiss him, he pulls away, feeling ashamed. He breaks down a little and tells you he thinks he’s holding you back, that you can do better and he’s sorry for wasting your time. All the while, jealousy bubbles in his belly like the start of a fire that will engulf him.
‘Come here,’ you breathe, and wrap him in your arms, pulling him down to lay on his bed with you. He’s tense at first but as you go on, he relaxes. You tell him he’s the sexiest man you know, no one else can make you feel this safe, or be as patient with you, or make the small things feel so special. No one can chop wood like he can and make it so hot (turns out wood warms you four times, Lars, not just three), touch you like he can — so delicate and careful but with so much passion, make your heart race and butterflies soar in your stomach…
It’s a lot to hear, and he’s overwhelmed with your reply, if not a little incredulous, but you spend the night laying around talking, making damn sure he knows how you feel about him and why he’s worth all of it.
I saw your call for noah reqs, and as the resident noah calhoun yearner i will answer this desperate plea.
What type of kinks do u think noah has?? Tbh i think he def has a breeding kink going on but i wonder what else he's hiding.
THANK YOU!!! Ugh I love brown and turquoise such a cute combo. Omg no bc I’m ready to answer this NOW.
Noah Calhoun Kink Headcanons
im gna go crazy and say… YES to the breeding kink. But like it’s 1940 everyone’s down to have kids as soon as you can, but for Noah it’s like half because of the risk and half because he actually loves you so much he wants to have babies with you
passionate passionate sex... he's winding you up just so you'll fuck him extra hard that night LMAO. Think of the scene where he grabs allie's face. It's like that, but you do it to him too
Equally likes you on top as much as he likes positions where he's more in control. Honestly I'm thinking because he works a back breaking job he probs prefers you on top (but he 100% does it in a way that he's guiding your hips and effectively has all the control. SIGH).
Absolutely is partial to truck sex. Anywhere outdoor where you probably shouldnt be fucking-kink. Back of his truck under the stars? Yes. A desk in the sawmill office? Yes. The bathroom at a dinner party or lunch with your family? YES.
I don't think hes NASTY NASTY but i do think he's putting a thumb in your mouth or a whole hand over your mouth on such occasions as fucking where you're not supposed to be fucking
He's fingering you on the fairground ride and you're telling him to behave himself and he curls his fingers and you gasp and he's like "what? you want me to stop? you sure?" HELP!!!
Idk what the name of the position is but youre sat on his lap, he's sitting up from lying down and putting hickeys EVERYWHEREEE. I think he likes marking you and equally likes a couple of hickeys, but ideally below the collar so he doesn't get ripped into by the guys at the mill. sometimes during angry sex you give him a hickey there just to piss him off.
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH. Need i say more? He's munching when he gets home, he's munching first thing in the morning, he's munching last thing at night, he's munching when you're saying "oh my god noah again?? i haven't even showered yet?" and he's like "please baby, just let me" I'D FOLD!!!!!!!
