宮崎駿

haikyuu artbook

scans by:  ennochikara

SUNDERED

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, mean!gojo(kinda), babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments

word count: 3.2k

One woman’s life lesson is another woman’s better man.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo intentionally runs into you when you’re buying groceries just to show you his girlfriend. The woman was your classmate from high school. At the first meeting, she was shy and tried avoiding your gaze but Satoru just had to call you and ask something about your daughter. Completely unnecessary but he’s just that much of a jerk. Once was considered an accident. But when it happened two, then three times, you already know that you have to change your shopping schedule.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo picks up his daughter from your house an hour late, rubbing on your face that he overslept because he spent “some time” with his girlfriend last night. Distasteful and disrespectful, but you let it slide cause he seems happy. You don’t want to be a killjoy, right? You were never his girlfriend, to begin with. Just someone he got pregnant from a one-night stand. 

❧ babydaddy!Gojo posts pictures of his day out with his daughter online. His girlfriend carrying your kid as the three of them wear matching Mickey and Minnie Mouse headbands. You could only scroll past and continue your work to busy yourself. Maybe you should stop lurking around social media and just use your phone for important messages. Maybe you should also lose feelings for someone who never harbored genuine ones for you in the first place.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo always lets his girlfriend open the door for you when you’re picking up your daughter from his house on weekends. He leans back on the couch, watching you grab your daughter’s things, opening his arms to cuddle with his girlfriend before you even get to walk out the door. It made you feel pathetic and small but what can you do? There’s simply no place for you in that house.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo insists that you spend more time together for the sake of your daughter. You agreed to it and now, you had to sit in the back of the car with your daughter as he drives his girlfriend to work. It made you feel sick and nauseous that you were only able to spend half a day with them before you decided to go home and sleep the day away. Maybe when you wake up, you’ll find it in you to hate him.

“Mommy? Call her, love.” Gojo used a higher voice to encourage his daughter to call you. He knows that he was foul for what happened earlier. But what is he gonna do? He can’t reject his girlfriend’s request, plus it was only a ride. It’s not like she was with you for the whole day. Still, he doesn’t think it’s the reason why you left early. You might be feeling…tired. Even if it was Saturday yesterday and you have no work. You might still feel fatigued on Sunday, right?

“Mama!” The little girl mimicked pointing upstairs. Satoru sighed placing her little bag on a nearby chair as he made his way upstairs. He figured that if you’re still asleep, he could just wait for you to wake up and just look after his daughter here. You’re a single mother for 4 days a week, and on top of that, you also have work. You literally don’t have time to rest. He told himself that he needs to stop messing around just to get a reaction from you. 

Reaching your room, Satoru knocked on the door three times, calling out your name when you didn’t answer. “Wait a second.” You voiced out from the other side, “I’m just gonna call my mom, can you wait for her?” You suppressed a cough at the end of the sentence but it didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru. “Are you sick? I could take her back to my house, we’ll look after her until you feel better. ” The suggestion made your stomach churn. They get to play house with your kid and here you are, being miserable.

You shook your head, realizing how bitter you sounded. She wasn’t unkind in any way to your baby but something in you hurts when you think of them giving your daughter the family experience that you cannot provide. You and Satoru tried to work things out but you just can’t get on the same page. Instead of trying to be better for you and your daughter, he decided to fuck around and date someone else instead. 

You wouldn’t say that your name was clean. What with a couple of threats such as finding someone who could act right. You just didn’t think that he’d really leave. It hurt but now you’re getting yourself used to the feeling. Maybe he just couldn’t act right with you. Because why is he so good with his girlfriend now? She tamed him, as he once boasted to you during a fight.

“I’m stuck with a child that I have with you, but not with you.” He pointed out, leaving a searing pain in your chest. “There’s no way I’m letting that happen.” Tears were starting to form in your eyes as the words come out of his mouth. How could he say something so cruel to you, the mother of his child? All you did was tell him that his girlfriend was getting kind of too much after she told you what to do with your child. And now he’s making you the villain.

“I just told her that—” You tried to explain, voice starting to shake. “If that’s all you did, she wouldn’t come to me crying, Y/N.” You just can’t believe that you’re fighting over this. You already have so much to think about and now this, you also have to be cautious about his girl. “She told you herself, I just didn’t want her telling me how to raise my child!” 

“Of course, she wouldn’t tell me that you’re being harsh to her. Unlike you, she’s actually kind and considerate of other people’s feelings.” You looked down, letting out a strangled sob escape your throat before quickly wiping away the forming tears in your eyes as you turn away from him. Why was he never this defensive of you? He didn’t even try to fight for you when his girlfriend convinced him to take your daughter with them on a trip. Without your permission.

And now he’s talking as if you’ve been nothing but a disturbance in his relationship with her. Everything's just unfair. Yet, you just let it slide because you wanted nothing but peace for your baby. “I don’t want to have this conversation with you anymore, Satoru. You’ve said enough.” You sniffed, walking to your daughter’s room to check if the noises woke her up. Satoru was left standing there, processing all the things that he said.

He watched you disappear into the dark hallway of your apartment, shoulders shaking with your head hung low. Even if he can’t see your face, he can tell that you’re crying and it made him feel like shit. He went overboard, didn’t he? “Fuck.” He threw his keys on the couch, running his fingers through his hair. He wanted to apologize but at the same time, he wanted to prove his point. His girlfriend was only trying to help and you took it the wrong way.

At that time, Satoru thought that maybe she was right. You’re just getting kinda jealous that she could spend time with your daughter and Satoru more and now you’re being too sensitive, letting out your irritation on her. She said that it was a natural feeling for a mother to feel that way but Satoru can’t let you treat his girlfriend like shit just because of your pettiness and jealousy. You have to learn to adjust and accept that some things are gonna be the way they are because of your setup. 

As for you, you felt hurt. Neglected even when you know that you’re not supposed to receive as much attention, much less protection from him. His priority is your child, but not you. You have no choice but to talk and work everything out with them for the sake of your daughter. You know that you could start dating someone of your choice but you wished that it would be that easy. You just want to focus on your daughter and if you’re gonna find someone, you want them to love her as much as you do. 

You wonder what you lacked that couldn’t soften him the way he did to her. You started to think that you’re the problem and that is why you couldn’t fix him as easily as she did. 

You stood up, opening the door for him seeing your two-year-old, reach out to you. “Mama’s sick, love, sorry.” You covered your mouth, blinking away the heaviness in your eyes. Satoru watched you pack your daughter’s things. “If you’re gonna be busy, just tell me. I’ll just contact Mom. She can be with you for a few days, just until my cold is gone.” You murmured, counting the diapers to put in her baby bag. 

You don’t want to be away from her, but letting her stay with you when you’re like this puts her at risk and that’s the last thing you want. You can’t stand seeing your daughter through pain and you’re pretty sure it’s the same for his dad. Begrudgingly, you placed the bag in front of Satoru before reaching over for her favorite toy. You smiled at how she squealed when she saw it.

“You know we’re never too busy to take care of her. Just rest, so you’ll get better soon.” You swallowed, nodding your head slowly as you thought of what else they should take. “Yeah, I’ll be picking her up.” You kept your distance from her, sitting down as you felt your head spinning a bit. “Do you...do you have medicine, though? I could get some if you want,” Satoru can tell that you’re really sick and despite his situation with you, he can’t just let you be when you’re like this. You’re still the mother of his child. 

“No, it’s fine. I have some here. Just take care of her.” Your voice was hoarse and your daughter was starting to reach out for you again as if sensing that something was wrong so you urged Satoru to get going. “Be good, okay?” You waved as she watched you with her curious eyes but waved back, nonetheless. You wouldn’t admit it but you feel envious that they could be happy together with her. You’re afraid that one day she’ll prefer being with them over you.

As for your feelings for Satoru, you hated thinking or talking about it. You’re obviously in love with him, but you wouldn’t acknowledge that yourself, either. You fought too much, you hurt each other too much. Other than that, there’s no point for your feelings now that he has someone he really loves and truly cares about. 

You never experienced the boyfriend-girlfriend stage with Satoru. It’s like one day, you just woke up and you’re already parents. You can’t blame him for not having real feelings for you. You do your best to be as civil to them as you can be but sometimes his girlfriend’s just out of bounds. And after a couple of painful fights with Satoru regarding her, it just became too much for you. 

You’re just tired of feeling like a wedge to someone’s healthy relationship. That’s how Satoru makes you feel and you just can’t take any ache from that. 

Another thing that you deny to yourself is the hope that you might fix this all. There are always what-ifs in your mind, and you would never tell Satoru about them. He’ll probably laugh at you and your threats that you’re gonna be with someone who truly makes you happy. You would never destroy his relationship just because yours didn’t work. If you have to cover your eyes, look away and pretend to be deaf every time they’re around you, you would. 

You often think about what it would be like if he settled down with his girl; if they decided to get married and have a family of their own. You don’t want your daughter to feel left out. You don’t want her to feel like she doesn’t have her own family in the middle of them. You also wondered if you’d have moved on by then. You hope so. You don’t want to be this pitiful and heartbroken forever.

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After a couple of days, you’re finally feeling well. You got up early and sent Satoru a text that you’ll be picking up your baby in a few hours. You missed her and her giggles so much. The house was clean during the past days but you very much prefer it to be messy, as long a she’s there. You’ll never mind getting up in the middle of the night or waking up extra early for her. 

Arriving at Satoru’s residence, you rang the doorbell as you waited patiently for someone to open the gate for you. You were hoping that it would be your baby girl, extending her short, chubby arms to you but instead, it was Satoru’s girlfriend. “Come in, she’s still playing inside.” She smiled at you, opening the metal door wider. “Thanks, I messaged Satoru that I was coming to pick her up. Is she ready?” You asked her as you walked to their front door.

“She is, but she’s kinda fussy about it. Satoru bought her a huge playpen and she just wouldn’t get out of it. She’s enjoying a lot.” She tucked a hair behind her ear and you can’t help but feel conscious of how you look. Opening the door, you were welcomed by the sight of Satoru lying down with his daughter in the said enclosure. She was fiddling with a toy as they watched on the big screen. 

Her favorite toy was at the corner, and for some reason, it left a pang in your chest.

“Sweetie, someone’s here for you.” You hated the way she phrased it but you know that she doesn’t mean for it to be offensive or rude to you. The little girl looked up with her binky in her mouth, blinking before smiling at you. “Oh, you’re already here. She wouldn’t let me out of the playpen.” Satoru explained, probably thinking that you didn’t appreciate that it had to be his girlfriend opening the door for you. 

“It’s alright. I don’t mind.” This place always made you feel like you’re an outsider. Probably because you are and it didn’t help that they’re making you feel like it. “Mama!” She waved at you, pointing at the screen as she sat down. “That’s a nice show, love. Maybe we could just continue watching it at home?” You know that she doesn’t have a big playpen there. The screen isn’t that big, either. She suddenly lied back down, whimpering as she kicked her tiny feet. You felt like telling her that you’d work hard to buy her that too.

She doesn’t want to go home yet and that’s what you feared. 

“Baby, mom’s here. She missed you.” Satoru called out but to no avail. He came to lift her up, trying to see if she was just being too lazy to get up. Her eyes were glued to the television as she sucked on her pacifier. She was too into it, pointing the show to everyone before smiling at you. Oh, how you missed that smile. “Let’s go, now.” You cooed at her, softly clapping your hands.

When you tried to reach for her as Satoru leans her close to you, she started wiggling around. “Down, Mama! Wait.” Her cute language never ceases to make your heart swell with joy despite the fact that she’s trying to get away from you. She runs away, stopping to look around before going to Satoru’s girlfriend and hugging her leg. She was in awe when she picked up your daughter. 

So… she’s who your daughter’s referring to by…Mama. You could almost hear your heart shatter at the realization. Since when did she start calling her Mama?

“You don’t wanna go home yet? But Mom’s here.” She talked in her baby voice and you don’t know if you’re gonna be happy that she treats your daughter really well or jealous that she came running to her when she don’t want to do something. Satoru went up to them, leaving you standing a few meters away. You don’t like what you’re seeing aside from your daughter.

“It’s not good to ignore Mama.” Satoru tapped her nose with his finger which she cutely swatted away, eliciting a chuckle from him. “Y/N, I was thinking… maybe I could just, uh, take her home later in the day. This playpen just arrived yesterday and you know how kids are…” He laughed nervously, struggling to find a nice way to say that your daughter won’t be coming home yet.

“Yesterday, I was joking about giving her playmates and she was so excited, she was running around.” His girlfriend giggled as she shared. It was a simple story yet it was a thorn to your heart. Why does it seem like your every nightmare is coming to life? You just smiled at her, understanding that she was talking about giving your daughter siblings. Satoru was silent, but you didn’t dare look at his face. You know that it’s in their future plans and you don’t have to see him smiling about it too. 

“That’s adorable..” You don’t know what else to say, so you just nodded your head slowly, blinking quickly so as to bring yourself back to reality. His place was huge compared to your apartment. The playpen looks so much more comfortable than the crib she has at your place. She has new toys and a mom and dad by her side. So, now she doesn’t want to leave. Suddenly, you can feel the weakness in your knees from when you were sick starting to come back. You cleared your throat as you straightened yourself.

“J-just take her home later. I, uh, bought something for her.” You lied, knowing that you still have to go looking for something you can buy for your lovely child. You wanted to snatch her away from Satoru’s girlfriend, her other mom, but the giggle flowing out of her lips are too precious for you to ruin; the smile on her face as she tickled her tummy was too priceless. Look at them, you told yourself as you started to feel farther and farther away from their little world. They’re a picture of a happy family. 

“I’ll see you later, honey…” You whispered, giving her head a pat as she looked up at you with her big, cerulean eyes. You didn’t wait for any of them to walk you out, you just let your feet take you out of their home, not daring to look back for the fear of breaking down. Your fingers tremble along with your lips and the tiny droplets of rain felt like acid on your skin. Maybe what they say was true. We experience people differently.

One woman’s life lesson is another woman’s better man.

werewolf!konig x human!fem!reader pt4

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this one is 3.1k!!! ayyy part four y'all!!! hope ya like it cause i've been getting lots of messages and asks abt it!!

-konig finds himself frozen when you pull back after he kisses you, replaying the moment over and over and over in his head and he doesn't notice you're walking away until it's too late and you're almost out of the clearing

-he's on a high for the next few days, strutting around and grinning wildly, stupidly happy about everything because he kissed you, and you seemed to like it

-the first day after, he keeps touching his lips

-he can't help it, he's working on fixing the creaky front gate for the cottage and he's so distracted his mind is just filled with the memory of your soft lips on his and he keeps brushing his fingers over his mouth, trying to almost recreate it

-he touches himself every day, too

-promises himself he wouldn't but fuck, he wants to kiss you again so fucking bad, wants to kiss down your jaw and your neck, suck on your pulse point and scent you and bite down and worship you

-but he can't, so he settles for rutting into his hand and palming himself through his sweats, tightening his hand around his knot and breathing in your scent as he comes

-after a few days though, he's antsy

-he keeps fidgeting, he can't keep still, he keeps looking around and searching the trees as if you're going to walk out of them and greet him with a kiss, even though you're not due here for a few more days yet

-konig is restless toward the end of the week and he spends most of the time in wolf form, using the energy to hunt more and more, earning a couple of questionable looks from price as he drags yet another animal carcass into the den for the other wolves, before slinking off into the forest to hunt again

-he's just so hungry, but nothing seems to be satisfying him. he knows what he wants though, what he needs, he just needs to touch you again, to be close to you and feel you and scent you

-so that's why when you walk into the clearing again finally, konig can't help but envelop you in a tight, warm hug again

-he doesn't let you go for a long time, just staying there in the front garden of the cottage, swaying a little with you safely in his arms and breathing you in once again, letting his eyes close and pushing his nose into your hair

-eventually he lets you pull away, but keeps his hands on you because he just can't bear to not touch you after a whole goddamn week pining and yearning, even more than usual considering your kiss

-and that happens to be why he can't hear anything you're saying, just staring at your mouth as you talk about your week and your day and your job and everything

-of course, he's not being subtle at all so you notice, and konig only startles out of his trance when your mouth stops forming words and instead curves up in a grin

-sheepishly, his eyes raise to yours again and his cheeks warm, pressing his lips together as he tries to put last week out of his mind and pay attention to you properly, tries to tell himself he will treat his mate properly, he's not some mutt who just discovered how his dick works and needs to hump everything in sight

-but then

-then you take a small step forward into him and his eyes widen, and you just go 'can I kiss you?'

-and konig doesn't think he's breathing anymore, nodding almost violently and not daring to blink in case you disappear somehow, heart beating out of his chest when you smile even wider at his response

-just like last time, one hand comes up to cup his cheek and one rests on his chest, and he swallows nervously as he realises you can probably feel his heartbeat and how fucking fast it's racing under your touch

-he stays stock still as you lean in further, not wanting to scare you or disrupt the moment in any way shape or form, and then your lips brush his and he lets out this almost pathetic little whimper, immediately losing himself and propelling forward to bruise his mouth on yours

-he vaguely registers a yelp of surprise from you, but he's far too preoccupied to analyse it properly, too distracted by your plush lips on his and the taste of your mouth and how much stronger your scent is

-he kind of forgets you both have to breathe as well, and whines when you pull back to gasp in oxygen, raising a hand to cup the back of your neck and pull you in again, licking greedily into your mouth and groaning when you moan in response

-konig also doesn't realise that he's basically pushing his hips into yours either, until your hands push lightly on his chest and he separates your mouths with a heaving breath, staring hungrily at your pink and swollen lips, slick with spit bcus fuck he's a messy kisser-

-one of his hands grips your waist tightly, fingers flexing with restraint every now and then, his other hand still on the nape of your neck and it is so fucking difficult not to just pull you back and kiss you until neither of you can breathe at all

-but he sees the look in your eyes, the little bit of hesitancy there and a pit opens up in the bottom of his stomach, so worried that he's taken too much, so scared that you meant on the cheek again and he's somehow forced you into this and-

-you manage to stop his worries, just going 'i'm-i'm sorry i'm not quite-i don't think i'm ready yet-still-for-for that-'

-the timid statement is punctuated with a glance downward, to where konig knows he's definitely tenting his sweatpants, and he grimaces at it, shifting his hips away slightly and cursing himself for making you believe he was angling for that

-not like he would ever deny that and fuck he is literally gagging for it, but he would never force you, he wants you to take the initiative for that, he needs it to be your choice not something he pushes you into

-so he shakes his head vehemently at you, desperate to make you believe he would never force you. he hates it when you make those types of comments, it hurts him, honestly, the way it seems like you've had experiences like this with people who didn't care for you nearly as much as konig does

-he reassures you as much as possible, loosening his grip on you and trying to comfort you as best he can that he would never, it's always your choice he would never make you do something you wouldn't want to, especially with something like this, he just wanted to kiss you very badly but he can stop if you want him to (though his heart aches at the thought)

-that gets a giggle from you, a little chuckle that has his brows furrowing in confusion, and you clearing your throat and smoothing your features before going 'like horny teenagers? like we're in the back of your truck in a layby somewhere?'

-unfortunately, the barrier between human experiences and konig's werewolf upbringing is still rather large and he's never been more confused in his life, gaping at you before gingerly reaching a hand up to poke through your hair, feeling for horns

-when he doesn't find any, he's even more confused. he takes one of your hands and raises it, still with that adorable clueless look on his face, to brush through his hair, then dropping it and shaking his head lightly, confirming 'no horns' to you and wondering what the hell you're going on about

-and of course, you're speechless for a couple of seconds before turning and doubling over, deep laughter bouncing from you and making his cheeks warm

-he's still unsure of what's happened, but he likes that he's somehow made you laugh like this, vowing he's going to try and do it as much as he possibly can from this day forward

-after a few minutes you straighten up again, wiping your eyes and coming back to stand in front of him, putting your hands back on his chest and chuckling through your words as you tell him you'll explain another day, but for now, you definitely feel the same you also want to kiss him very badly, so maybe for the near future you guys can just do that and ignore the..other parts?

-it seems to be all the encouragement he needs because he lurches forward before you even finish speaking fully, capturing your lips a little awkwardly for the angle

-another little yelp of surprise comes form you before you pull back again, leaving him whining and chasing you until you're almost bent backwards

-you manage to squirm from his hold though and stumble a few steps backward, laughing at his forlorn expression and tugging on his hand until you're both stood in a pretty patch of the garden, near some beautiful flowers and where a warm ray of sun always hits it

-konig just stares at you with so much fucking affection in his gaze it would be impossible to deny him anything-he's got the puppy dog eyes down to a science

-so you kneel on the ground and tug on his hand to get him down with you, and he has to try and discreetly adjust his sweats as he sits cross legged

-it doesn't really work, and when he looks at you again with his face burning, he finds your gaze fixed on the explicit outline of his cock straining against his sweats, which makes it twitch a little and his face gets even hotter, knowing there's no way you didn't see that

-but then your gaze snaps up to meet his and your cheeks are a little pink as well, giving him a bit of relief as he realises he's not the only flustered one here

-and then your face is crinkling up in a sweet smile, his favourite sight in the world, whispering a small 'hi' through a chuckle at his face, and he has to jolt forward again-forceful kisses seem to be his preference

-and that's how the rest of your day goes, pretty much just making out with konig like you're a couple of horny teens who've snuck out of the house

-occasionally you pull back to catch your breath and he takes the opportunity to ask more about you, desperate for anything he doesn't know already, that he hasn't manage to find out over the past couple of months

-and then he won't be able to resist, he'll have to lean in again and catch your lips. he's not the best kisser in the world, inexperienced as he is (you're his first kiss, would you believe) but he's so eager for it. wolves don't do it, they don't kiss like this and he wants more so badly

-naturally, the next couple of times you visit are spent the same way, sitting comfortably with konig in the garden, with him exploring your mouth and barely letting you breathe in his haste to get his mouth on you again

-it's getting harder and harder to let you walk off every week now, like part of him is missing each time, like you carve a bit of his heart out and take it with you. but no, he won't push, he won't press, so he lets you go even though it physically pains him

-he hates that usually by the evening on the days you leave, his lips aren't swollen anymore, he can't taste you any longer and it always leaves him whimpering as he mournfully searches for where your scent is strongest that day

-after a few weeks of this, you lead him inside instead of sitting down in the garden like he's expecting again

-you lead him over to the sofa and konig is having a hard time breathing properly, feeling like his heart is about to burst out of his chest and land in your lap

-of course, you just make out for a little while again and he's so stupidly happy, so satisfied and warm and he can almost ignore the throbbing of his cock

-and then you pull back and stroke his cheek with your thumb, mumbling that you want to show him something, try something on him you don't think he will have done before if that's alright?

-konig's eyes are so wide at this, swallowing and nodding intently at you, scared to move too much in case it jostles your hand off of him or makes you move further away on the sofa

-but instead of moving away, you use your hand to tilt his chin up and you place a soft kiss just under his jaw, and he gasps

-cause fuck, you were right, he's never experienced this before and though he's seen humans do it, he didn't know it would be like this, he's seen other wolves nuzzling in the neck and flank of their mate but this? this must be a million times better

-and his eyes feel heavy and he's wondering how your kisses could feel even better than this, so he almost loses it when you open your mouth a little and suck

-a sweet little half gasp half whimper escapes him when you keep sucking, flicking your tongue over the spot and sucking harshly once before letting go with a wet pop

-when you look at him again he's staring at you in wonder, breathing heavily and eyes all wide and there's a wet spot above the head of his cock

-when your eyes flick between his face and the wet patch, he smiles sheepishly at you and you hesitantly ask if he-did he-did that make him-is that wet patch from-

-and he's shaking his head at you, trying to reassure you that he can last longer than that, that he can please you if you want him to it wouldn't be over that quickly he promises!

-he's greeted with a slightly curious, slightly wondrous look at his face and back down to the tent in his sweats, and a confused question about the wet spot being just-is it just like...all precum...? bcus it's-well-that's a lot-

-and he nods happily at you, not noticing that it's not exactly...human

-it is a...lot, of precum, a hell of a lot. it literally looks like he's already come-

-and he doesn't get what your curious look is for, what you're so confused by, does this not happen to human men? do they...produce more? less? is he abnormal? do you not like it?

-he's busy contemplating this worriedly and almost doesn't hear your next question, which would have been a tragedy bcus it makes him lose his mind a little, the way you lay a hand on his thigh and quietly ask to...look

-his breathing almost cuts off as he stares at you, and it must look like hesitation because then you're cursing and stumbling over your words, trying to rationalise it by saying you wanted to know if that part of him was wolf like too or compatible with humans, he has a tail so why would that not be different-but of course if it makes him uncomfortable you don't have to you can leave if he wants-

-his hands finds yours and squeeze them tightly, licking his lips and trying to contain himself at least a little bit

-he doesn't really trust his voice though so he takes one of your hands and just leads it to his waistband, nodding at you again and smiling shakily

-konig thinks he's going to lose his sweet mind when your trembling fingers pull at his waistband and slowly inch it down, the material chafing over his sensitive cock making his hips buck a little and making him clamp his lips together

-he's fighting to remind himself nothing is going to happen, it's not a sexual situation, you just want to look at him and see what his...anatomy is like

-there is a little sneaky voice in the back of his head that reminds him he could have just told you that he's in human form of course he'll have a human dick, and that there's been multiple human and werewolf pairings in the past who faced no problems-apart from size sometimes when the wolves got too close to transformation

-but he can't listen to that voice, he pushes away the guilt at not simply telling you and shame pulses through him, but you want to look at him, his mate wants to pull down his sweats and he cannot for one second find it in himself to stop this from happening

-with another shift of your hands, his sweatpants are pulled past his cock and it bobs in front of your face, thick and heavy and throbbing for you

-konig watches you hesitantly slide your hands up past the material of his sweats and settle on his spread thighs, your touch light but curious, and he can't stop his shaft jerking, precum dribbling from the slit and dripping down the side of his length

-and fuck, you lick your lips as you watch him

-konig whines at that, forgetting he's trying to keep quiet so he doesn't scare you off, and his head falls back on the sofa, cock jerking again as it pulses out more and more precum for you, a steady drip that wets his shaft and pools in the hair at his base

-his eyes are so heavy at this point and he's blinking sluggishly, unable to think of anything but his pretty pretty mate staring at his cock and licking her lips as she does so, so it takes a little while for your words to get through to him when you start talking again

-eventually, he registers you telling him that normal human men don't produce this much it's not...it's slightly odd but not unappealing!! it's just a different sight, one you're not used to-

-with his chest heaving and his breathing ragged, he manages to reply and tell you he didn't know it wasn't normal, it just always happens so that he, or his species, are able to prepare their partners properly, to ease the slide of their cocks into them

-with great difficulty, he manages to lift his head again, cheeks bright red and mouth open and eyes dark, breathing shakily at the sight of your face so close to his member and your hands on his thighs, and he informs you that also-also helps with-to breed your mate-

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Treat Me Like a Slut

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Pairings: Yuushi Totsumoto from lady k and the sick man and Toji Fushiguro from JJK x Shy!fem! Reader( crossover)

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Encapsulation: being shy can either lead you to a good time or bad time, you choose today

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Warnings: smut, double penetration in one hole, pussy eating, cunnilings, cum eating/drinking, pet names( doll, baby doll, princess, etc.), degradation and praising, competitive fuck, their personalities gonna switch on this one, oral( m/ f ), breeding kink, choking, impact play( a little), voyeurism, riding, throat fucking, squirting, talks about being shy and having anxiety( not explicit tho), two guess appearances, two dollars if y’all get it

━━ ༉⁩༊⁩ Word Count: 5.8k

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Shyness is something every other person has had, including you. Shyness either comes from anxiety or trauma and this is all based on your perspective of it. You have been shy your entire life to the point where you couldn’t make friends properly, couldn’t even get a boyfriend without a push of a shoulder from your best friend you magically got the chance to have. Opposites attract you guessed because your best friend was the complete opposite of shy.

Enough about her, let’s talk about how because of isolation in your life can lead to shyness too, whether it’s from your mother or father being overprotective and forbidding you from making friends or going over your best friend’s house or because of what happened to you in the past—-you still don’t know how to perform full conversations with people you just met even in adult years.

So when you have two hot neighbors who are complete opposites, what do you do? They both moved in one after the other, exactly one week stretch if you’re really talking. It’s like it was planned but who knows. You watched both move in from your front window, making sure to hide yourself really well in case you get caught and have to introduce yourself prior to the time and setting you rehearsed in your head.

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What Marcille saw when Laios was a wolf in her dream

"I could fix him" well DON'T, I'm trying to breed a new generation of trembling pursedog freakboys and I need his cringefail loser genes.