Its Just A Lot?

Anyone who was anyone was well aware that Morgie le Fay was head over heels for you from the second you started at Merlin Academy. 

Which is what shocked everyone when his roommate asked you out, nobody thought that Hook would betray him like that 

Of course the rest of the school wasn’t aware that he had asked Morgie out too, for the same night, same time, and same place

James Hook has always been a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and what he wanted was you and Morgie. He had no shame in taking what he wants, and both of you were well aware of that

It was a shock to Morgie when James said they had to go pick you up before they could go, and it was a bigger shock when you had both guys who caught your attention standing outside of your door. 

Not that Morgie could complain, even if his crush on you was more noticeable, he’d had a thing for Hook for years. Probably since the day that they moved into their freshman dorm. 

And you weren’t one to complain either, having two extremely attractive guys fawn over you felt extremely good

Hook pulling out your chair for you, Morgie ordering for you when he could tell you were nervous about talking to the waiter

They were taking care of you, had you right where they wanted you. And it felt amazing, you needed it to be more than just one night 

Lucky for you, neither boy had any plans of letting that night be the only one. There would be many more dinners and picnics and walks and whatever else they could think of to pull a smile out of you

The three of you made it official by your third date

It didn’t take either of them long to realize that you were putty in their hands when they did anything someone could consider as an act of dominance, and they surely did like that 

Like you were their little doll, theirs to touch and tease and dress up, they loved that

Hook Focused Headcanons 

Obviously, as the Captain of a pirate crew, James is used to being dominant in his life

But with you (and Morgie if the boy is also leaning towards being more submissive that day) he gets to be gentle in his dominance, and by god does he like that

His Hook pretty much stays tucked into one of your belt loops, holding you against him.

Lips constantly brushing over your temple or forehead, not pressing against them but leaving the ghost of a kiss on you. As if you’re fragile in some regard. 

He can get more aggressive though, especially if you’re being bratty or someone else upset him

You’re no stranger to having kiss reddened lips from your place against a wall if he sees fit

But more so, he loves being able to be gentle with you

If you need help with something and he can tell, it’s “Love, let me help you” before you can open your mouth to ask for it

If you wear makeup and you’re getting frustrated with it, he’ll kneel in front of you and take over for you, damn near cooing at you about how pretty he thinks his partner is

He loves getting to introduce you and Morgie to people, “This is my partner, (Y/n) and our boyfriend, Morgie” he’s so proud of it

You spend an ungodly amount of time perched on his lap in the hideout or the courtyard (with Morgie’s hand tightly grasped in yours) 

James isn’t much for holding hands, but as long as you’re okay with it he loves PDA. Again with the belt loop agenda, but also kissing your forehead/temple/cheek, and lap sitting, and kissing you at school dances. He’s got part of himself touching you pretty much at all times

 Pet names fly off of this boy’s lips on basically every single sentence he lets out and you eat it up every single time

He likes to use different ones to see what you react to better, he takes a mental note on nicknames you seem to prefer. 

If you’re clingy, he eats it up he adores feeling needed

Hook loves to pick out your outfits for you, especially when he can get you in colors that he and Morgie prefer to wear

After the first date, he continued to pull your chair out for you and scoot you back into the table any chance he got 

Morgie focused Headcanons 

You’re significantly more likely to be a brat for Morgie because he’ll put up with more before putting you in your place (unless Hook gets tired of it first and beats him to it) 

Morgie isn’t huge on PDA but he loves to hold your hand. He actually prefers to hold one of yours in both of his, as if you’re absolutely precious

He carries your bag/books for you in the halls when you’re on the way to class

Morgie is really big on planning dates, he loves it. You and Hook just have to dress appropriately and show up, he’ll handle the rest

Has never and will never forget an anniversary or birthday, Morgie is on that. 

Even though he’s not big on PDA, you best believe he’s kissing you before you part ways, just a little peck on the lips.

He’s really intune to your emotions, the slightest hint of you being any form of upset will lead to him opening his arms with a “Come here, Baby” 

Puts your shoes on for you (+ties them if they need it) 

Literally doesn’t let you carry anything, not because he thinks you can’t but because he doesn’t think you should have to 

 He’s a lot less likely to get aggressive with you (he will with Hook if James deserves it) but when he does, by god have you earned it

On nights where you end up staying with them without intending to, it’s always because of him. Morgie is no stranger to laying on top of you and dotting kisses on your neck and shoulder until you agree to stay the night with them

He has your go-to orders memorized, and unless you mention wanting something different that day he orders for you without having to ask

Big fan of buying you flowers, your nightstand never goes bare 

He fixes your clothes or hair anytime he can notice them out of place as if it’s second nature for him

If you’re telling him something and get flustered and look away, he’s no stranger to tilting your chin back up and telling you to look at him. 

Often is the one telling you to go to bed, he wants to sleep and also knows that you don’t sleep enough 

He will tell you to ask him nicely if you ask for something while being bratty, and you’re not getting it until you ask nicely or get it yourself 

Back to both of them 

They will find any reason to have you stay the night with them (“It’s raining you can’t walk back to your dorm in that, Baby” “It’s far too cold for you to go back to your dorm, Love, you forgot your jacket.” “You know, Darling, we have plans early tomorrow, you may as well just stay here and we can get ready together”) 

They’re not above referring to you as Theirs to others, no one gets to have the idea that you’re open to more than just the two of them

You haven’t had to actually get up and get something for yourself the majority of your relationship,they have you so incredibly spoiled

Both boys have a tendency to slide a hand on your back to guide you through crowds

They’re big on praise,both to you and from you. If you like something they’re doing, tell them

If you’re getting sick, Hook is holding your hair (or rubbing your back if your hair is shorter) while Morgie is getting 2 wet rags (one to wipe your mouth, the other for the back of your neck) 

When they get you to sleep over, more often than not you fall asleep listening to James’ heartbeat with Morgie spooning you so incredibly warm and wrapped up in them 

Or you’re the middle spoon, Hook curled up in your arms with Morgie’s face nuzzled into your hair

Rarely (as Hook hates to be the big spoon) you’ll fall asleep with your face nuzzled into Morgie’s chest, his arms stretched around you to rest on Hook who’s spooning you. All six of your legs creating a tangle

They don’t get jealous of each other (obviously) but by god do they get jealous of other people

If a prince gets a little too comfortable and starts flirting with you, there’s suddenly two guard dogs on either side of you, their hands wandering over you as they’re glaring 

Which will end up with you in their dorm or a dark corner, them taking turns with your lips while the other whispers in your ear about how you’re theirs (Not that you need the reminder) 

Rarely, when Morgie is feeling especially submissive, you two are the brat duo of James’ nightmares (he finds the both of you playing your attitudes off of each other mind-numbingly hot but be he wouldn’t admit that with a sword to his neck) 

 Hook rarely gets submissive but more so needy, laying down and looking over the two of you before demanding that you “Come cuddle” 

Pirate ship dates where Hook is steering and Morgie is rubbing sunscreen on your back 

Swimming with them is the absolute worst though, Hook loves to play colors and think of the most ridiculous colors to keep dunking you in the water (Who in their right mind thinks of burnt-sienna while playing colors) And marco polo with Morgie leads to him cheating every single time 

They’re without a doubt protective over you, especially if you’re not a villain. No one is making their partner feel out of place

And if someone threatened you? That golden Hook or Morgie’s book of spells would be put to good use, no one is going to threaten you and get away with that 

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Jason is so determined to be the perfect roommate. He read online lists like “10 Ways to Be a Respectful Roommate” and followed them religiously.

This man even labels his food, does his dishes within ten minutes, asks before inviting people over, a total model roommate.

At first, he’s a little stiff. Like “morning” nods and polite small talk that makes you believe he doesn't want more than a formal relation with you.

Jason’s polite to a fault. He asks if the TV volume is too high when seeing a movie or if you’re comfortable with the thermostat setting... Gods above, he asks if he can use the washing machine after 9PM! “You live here too, Grace” you tell him trying not to laugh.

The apartment feels too neat at first, like he’s trying to prove he’s not messy, not careless, the kind of person who leaves their socks everywhere. He actually is that kind of person, but you don’t find out until later!

The first time you catch him coming back from training, soaked in rain, and offer him a warm towel and a coffee. He starts hanging around the kitchen more.

And holy shit, it sneaks up on him so slowly. At first, it’s just “they’re easy to live with”. Then more of a “I like having them around” and then he got to: “why do I get weirdly happy when they’re in my hoodie?!”

He starts noticing dumb domestic things; he thinks it's stupid, really. How at dinner you do a little dance if the food is too good, or how you bite hard your lower lip when you’re concentrating on resolving work from college.

Jason tries to rationalize it as “roommate appreciation.” Piper and Leo absolutely call him out.

“Bro, you reorganized the fridge just so her snacks are on the easy-to-reach shelf. That’s love, not logistics.”

And oh, he did that because he gets flustered so easily. Is no joke!! You brush against him reaching for something and boom! He short-circuits like a malfunctioning robot.

He tries to stay out of your way, but he keeps accidentally overlapping with you! Wanting something from the fridge at the same time, both reaching for the same mug. He laughs awkwardly as he scratches the back of his neck and murmurs a little: “Sorry, my bad.”

The final straw for him comes one morning. You’re half-asleep, stumbling into the kitchen, wearing his hoodie after a movie night and yawning. He looks up from the counter, frozen. You grin at him, sleepy and soft, and say, “Morning, lighting bolt.” He forgets how to respond. Just stands there, staring at you like you’ve personally rewritten the definition of beauty. Jason has to clear his throat. “I— uh. Coffee’s ready.”

And that’s when he finally admits what it’s been building for weeks:

“Oh. This isn’t just appreciation. I’m down bad.”

After this, he spends weeks overthinking it. He even makes a list of pros and cons! The only “con” being: “what if it gets awkward if they say no?”

You catch him staring off at the couch one night, clearly lost in thought, and when you ask, he just blurts: “Would it be weird if I said I like you? Like, like you-like you?”

But this man is a flushed mess and immediately follows up with, “I mean, we live together, so I totally get if that’s— I can move out! Or— not that I’d want to—”. You stop his rambling before he can keep scheming against himself. Once you tell him about your own feelings, he looks stunned, like his brain needs a reboot. And you give him that time-out because he's too cute.

Being and living together is the coziest thing. He’s so naturally domestic! Makes breakfast for both of you if you had to study all night, does little chores without being asked, leaves notes on the fridge like “you’re amazing <3” or sometimes he comes back with your favorite food.

He still insists on being respectful, knocking before entering your room, even though by this point you have seen each other without clothes a few times.

He makes movie nights become “fall-asleep-on-each-other” nights. He’s always so warm and his chest is like a cloud to sleep on and oh gods, you must be in heaven.

It's a good time to say that when you’re stressed, he just hugs you until your heartbeat slows down, caressing your hair and filling you with all his love in more than just one way.

He is such a softie, always getting the opportunity to give you love and praise words!

“I can’t believe I get to come home to you.”

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These thoughts start out as something totally puritanical, really. Just think that your hair smells wonderful, your face is terribly squishable, and that in general, when he touches your hands or skin is so soft and smooth.

He believes you're a goddess because he feels a need to worship you every time you walk around the house; are you even real??

Soon enough, Jason can't help but imagine what it would be like to run his hands through your lovely hair, to feel your body closer to his.

He also catches himself wondering what you look like under those clothes, he has seen you in shorts, sometimes your underwear peeking, he can be curious, right? At night, he lies awake, thinking about it too often for his liking.

Jason starts to feel ashamed. He tells himself he shouldn't want to fuck you, that it's wrong to have these thoughts about his roommate.

He tries to push the feelings down, but they keep resurfacing.

To cope, he starts masturbating more frequently, trying to release the tension and keep his desires to himself. He feels guilty for his actions, but can't seem to stop when you are always looking so good.

It becomes his dirty secret, only telling it to Leo.

“Leo, I'm in big trouble.”

“In big trouble or with a big trouble?”

This continues for a while until he miraculously confesses his feelings and you begin a relationship.

Jason is delicate and loving despite being the worst case of touch-starved you could ever see; he's way too in love with you.

He loves taking his time, being able to caress, run his fingers all over your covered body and finally pull your pants and panties towards him as if he were shouting "can I take them off?" with his eyes. You know your pupils have to be dilated by now.

He devours you as if you were the only thing that mattered. When I said this guy is touch-starved I mean it. He pushes your legs to his shoulders and seems to explore everything he can, pushing his head as if he wants to suffocate and die right there.

He thinks it's so hot of you wearing his hoodie, in bed, legs spread and mouth agape as you watch him eat you out. Bonus point if you're trying to not push your hips or keep the tiniest bit quiet, hand over your mouth.

The poor guy is so focused on how much he loves being buried there that he forgets how hard he is. He just pushes his hips against the sheets in search of relief without realizing it.

So when you finish and get to your high, your legs are left trembling and behind your teary eyes you can see his lips red and shining with the proof of your pleasure. Oh, and his erection.

“We’ve been at this for a time,” you say, still searching the air. His head presses against your thigh, looking at you like a puppy. “Mhm, yeah.” Your eyes drift to his hardness once again. “That must be hurting, want to keep going?”

The gentleman that he is, says you should rest and that he can take care of it later, but you insist, you want to do it!

He's considerate about you not getting too overstimulated, he leaves kisses on your thighs, slowly moves up, the hands caressing your chest under your hoodie, hardening your nipples against the touch.

Oh! But five minute later he's fucking you and you swear you thought this man wouldn't be so needy. Hands roaming all of you, gripping, soft words over your skin.

He fucks you in a way that screams "not just sex, but making love to you" slow and deep, panting as your mouths brush and you both reach your orgasms together.

Theo glances at you for the first time, that stupid, cocky smirk stretching across his lips as he drinks you in. You'd been waiting for him. Clearly.

"Well of course she was. Gladys adores me. How could she not?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You can't help but laugh. It really was endearing how much Theo loved the small feline, even if you sometimes wished he'd focus on a different type feline for once. Sitting back, you idly adjust the delicate lace adorning you as you watch Theo place a kiss on Glady's nose, still whispering sweet nothings to the creature who was very clearing eating up every one of his words.

You clear your throat.

Unfortunately for you, Theo still isn't paying you any mind as he continues to shower Gladys with affection. With an agitated huff, you wander over, strategically brushing up against your oblivious boyfriend in—what should be an unnecessary—attempt to pull his attention to you.

Your point is made as Theo's eyes drift over to you, his full, undivided attention finally yours. You know exactly what you're doing when you stare up at him with big, doe eyes, the tip of your tongue tasting cherry lip gloss as it glides effortlessly across your bottom lip. You needed him. The flash in his eyes is almost instant, but Gladys refuses to lose so easily.

With an utterly pathetic howl, the cat extends her paws out to Theodore as though attempting to physically pull him back to her. You spoil her far too much you decide in that moment. Theo at least has the decency to look back at you apologetically as he cradles Gladys in his arms.

"Whatever. When you're done playing with her, you can come play with me," you huff, disdain creeping into your voice as you turn away—you weren't going to beg.

Admitting defeat, you sulk back over to your bed, draping yourself across it with one last hope that Theodore would finally take the bait. At last, it seems to click in the boy's head and he sets Gladys down on the floor, much to her dismay, and follows you to the bed.

You want to be annoyed with the boy, you really do, but the sudden feral look in his eyes tells you your agitation probably wouldn't last long.

You can't help but nibble at your lower lip as you watch Theo approach slowly, almost as if he's stalking his prey. As one hand is placed on either side of you, boxing you in, as he slowly lowers himself until your noses are brushing softly against eachother.

"You couldn't possibly be jealous of a cat, now—could you mi amore?" he teases, his warm breath sending waves of heat rolling through you.

"Course not," you mumble, face flushing as you suddenly feel rather foolish.

Perhaps you had been acting a tad bit irrationally.

"How could I possibly stay away, when I have all this, waiting for me so patiently?"

You feel yourself clench as Theo cups your cunt with one hand, soaked lace rubbing against you torturously as you try not to give him the satisfaction of your moan. It was hard to imagine there was ever a time when Theo had been utterly tongue tied around you with the amount of confidence he exuded when he knew he was about to get his dick wet.

"Salazar, you're so perfect spread out like this for me," Theo purrs. "How could I possibly resist such a perfect little pussy?"

His words send yet another tidal wave through you, the wetness between your legs growing rapidly. You don't even get the chance to respond as Theo slips a finger into your wet folds, quickly followed by a second, then a third. You feel your back arch into him as he finally elicits a moan from your lips, only to be stifled by Theo's mouth on yours. His fingers slide in and out easily as Theo presses kisses onto your mouth, your jaw, your throat. Gods you were soaked. A fact made glaringly clear as Theo pulls back, greedily licking the juice off his fingers as his eyes bore into yours.

"Don't stop. Please Theo."

It comes out a whine as you desperately try to press yourself against the boy, hips rising frantically off the bed. Theo can only groan in response as you claw ferociously at his pants, making quick work of them and all but banishing them to the floor.

"I love it when you beg," Theo growls into your ear as you whimper pitifully, feeling his hardened cock now tantalizingly close to your entrance.

Instead of fucking you senseless like you so desperately wanted—no, needed—however, Theo pulls back once more, seemingly admiring the scene before him. Your hair spread out in a halo around your head, your chest rising and falling as you gasp for breath, and that delicious lace just asking to be torn off. Without dropping his gaze, you watch as Theo's head lowers until his teeth are teasing the edges of your panties, slowly pulling them lower and lower. You feel your hands clutching at the sheets, your whole body trembling now. You can't remember ever being so aroused in your life.

"Please, Theo. Need you so bad, please," you choke out.

The growl that Theo lets out is feral.

"Oh, I'm going to give you my cock now, mi amore, and you're going to take it like a good girl, capisce?"

It's all you can do to nod frantically as Theo presses a satisfied kiss to your lips, gripping his cock and pressing it gently against your wet folds, still teasing. Just as you're sure you're about to go insane, Theo shoves his cock in all at once and when you cry out, he takes it as an invitation to explore your mouth with his tongue.

You let out a moan as your arms wrap around him, nails digging into his back as his cock pushes deeper, every ridge, every vein sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Feels so good Theo," you breathe out, as an ever familiar pressure begins to grow in the pit of your stomach.

Surely this is what heaven must feel like you think to yourself as Theo continues his absolutely brutal pace, stretching you to your limits. Your lips move against his as if they have a mind of their own as you allow your mind to lose itself in pure, unadulterated bliss. You never wanted the feeling of Theo’s warm breath panting unintelligible Italian curses in your ear to stop. You were so close.

"Cum for me amore. Wanna feel you cum on my cock," Theo's request comes out like an order and you almost come undone right then and there, just wanting to please him.

He's close though, you can tell as his thrusts begin lose their rhythm, becoming wild as he chases his own release. Your hands slowly find their way up to Theo's hair, your legs wrapping around his waist. His own hand makes its way down, thumb brushing ever so slightly against your clit and you know it's over. Your mind simply melts as pleasure washes over you, your cunt clamping down on Theo's cock, gripping it for all you're worth. You think you hear yourself cry out Theo’s name, but it’s all a blur.

And Theo isn't done—his cock, now covered from base to tip in your juices, is still slamming into you. Determined. Your mind reels and the room spins and then—you feel his cock twitch. The sound of Theo’s low moan is music to your ears as his huge load fills you up and Theo presses himself ever closer, forcing his cock deeper as he empties himself into you.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Theo mumbles into the side of your neck, collapsing on top of you as you squeeze your legs tighter around him, refusing to let him go. “Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, nipping gently at you.

"Mmm. I love you," you sigh wistfully as he finally pulls out, cum dripping out of you.

Theo presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, quickly scourgifying the sheets beneath you but leaving the sticky white liquid smeared between your legs. A gentle reminder of who you belonged to.

"And ti amo, mia dolce," Theo replies sweetly, lying down next to you and tugging you towards him.

It's perfect then, the two of you just cuddling there, simply enjoying each other's company in silent post-climax bliss. Or at least it is until a petulant yowl is heard on the ground beside you. You barely have time to roll over before Gladys springs up onto the bed landing squarely on your stomach. You watch as she tilts her small head at you disdainfully as if asking "Are the two of you quite finished?" before she wedges herself pointedly between you and Theo, daintily tucking her paws beneath her.

Her utter audacity shocks you.

Beside you, Theo just chuckles already scratching underneath the cat's chin as she purrs contentedly.

"Unbelievable," you scoff, shaking your head.

"Aw, have no fears mi amore. You know Gladys is my second favorite pussy," Theo simpers, giving your thigh a tight squeeze with his other hand.

"You're disgusting."

"And you love me. You said so earlier. You can't take it back now," Theo replies cockily.

"I can. I was manipulated by a massive dick," you retort.

Theo's eyes visibly darken and suddenly Gladys is back on the floor as Theo's fingers dig into your hips, pulling you close so that your ass is pressed firmly against his cock which is once again very hard.

"Oh? I suppose someone needs a reminder of who owns this pussy then," Theo growls before lining himself up and thrusting into you once more.