title: fairy tale
✩pairing: dragonking!katsuki bakugo x tinkerbell!fem reader
lover or best friend? you two couldn't help but to blur the lines.
summary: katsuki's life had been flipped onto its head, who knew some pixie dust was all he needed?
princes weren't to be excluded from the rest of the village kids.
that's how his parents ruled, they believed that a humble king would be a good king, and that to teach humility would be ensuring the prosperity of their kingdom for generations to come.
unfortunately it didn't really stick with katsuki, who had all the village kid praising him as early as age five. everyone would congratulate him on being so cool, so strong, so smart, such a prince.
until izuku was found to have the king of another kingdom's blood running through him.
being lied to was something katsuki hated even at that young age of seven. he hated not heing in the know, and to have his rival, who he'd race in sport, in magic practice, even at lunch lie to him? to have him in reality be his equal?
it was too much, so he escaped to the hidden area of the royal gardens he'd stumbled upon once.
he let the tears fall freely there, his head in his knees as he rocked back and forth. the rushing of water the only noise he heard accompanied by his crying.
he felt the feeling of something landing on his knee, instinctually he jumped and moved to swat it, making the 'thing' hang to his leg.
he heard the noise of a bell ringing and when he looked down he saw..
a fairy. a real life fairy? he must've been dreaming. they weren't real, just a tale told of time. but as you were there, dandelion-sized and pouting at him, hands stuck your sides as you looked at him adorably,
he knew you were real.
he kept hearing the sound of jingles come from your mouth. from his expression, he saw that something suddenly clicked in your head. you mouthed, "oh.. duh!" and smacked your forehead before sprinkling some glittery thing all over you, and moving to sprinkle it onto him as well.
he felt like he was floating, because he was. "agh! woah!" he exclaimed, moving about only a couple inches of the ground.
"can you hear me now crying boy?" he heard the fairy say, no malice behind their words.
"i-i can hear you." he said, before letting out a surprised "umpf" at the sensation of being dropped back onto the ground.
you landed back on his knee, but this time he noticed a somber expression on your small face as well.
"u-uh. what's wrong fairy.. girl?"
"it's [name].. and.. i lost my hollow. i think they had to leave without me." you said dejectedly, hiccuping slightly between your words.
"so, can i stay with you crying boy?"
he wiped the last of his tears off his face, before scopping you up in his hands. "it's not crying boy, it's katsuki. and yeah, i'll take care of you."
at the news, you did a happy spin in the palm of his hand. "thank you cr- katsuki!"
he carried you around in his pockets all day. he'd poke holes in his expensive cloths just so you could see what he was doing and talk to him. he had shown you to izuku on accident once, him catching katsuki in the act of feeding you maple syrup from his morning breakfast.
as you spoke, even though katsuki could hear the actual words.. "kacchan, does your doll have a bell in it?" nobody else could hear you.
"it's not a doll, get out deku!"
you grew up alongside katsuki, always on his shoulder or his hand, staying close to him because he felt like home personified to you.
and for him, you were his rock. to think someone as small and fragile as you held his deepest secrets, wants, desires, nightmares and all was funny, but he loved you despite it.
for your birthdays he'd get you a new fresh flower to make a dress out of, and for his birthday you'd make him a map with all the best treasure troves you remembered on it.
at night, he'd made you a tiny makeshift bed that he'd lay close to his pillow, the small snores and yawns you'd make in your sleep becoming his lullaby.
the first crowning trial he went on with you. you two were walking-- well you were laid on his shoulder, and he was ranting about how annoying everyone was and how easy this was going to be. "that damn deku loves mocking me, can you believe he sent a letter asking to go on this trail together?"
"are you sure he wasn't just trying to be nice?"
"nice? you don't know the first thing about humans name, he wrote a smiley face at the end of the letter- a smiley face!"
"isn't that a nice thing to do?"
"between friends yeah, but rivals like us? that's like putting a coal down my back."
"oh." you pondered out loud, looking at the sky thoughtfully.
"besides, who needs his help when i have you. all we have to do is find that shitty egg, hatch it, and bring that dragon back. easy as pie."
"but we don't know how to hatch it! nobodies hatched one of those eggs for years! weren't you listening??" you said, now jumping down to fly in front of his face.
"yeah, yeah, but those past guys were me, and they didn't have an awesome fairy like i do." he remarked, stopping to let you lay in his hand.
"damn straight!" you high fived with his pinkie as you continued the journey.
the journey was about a month to get to the mountains, at night you two would have campfires, in day you'd continue moving west while he simultaneously looked for small food for you and charred random boars for him.
he'd managed to find a pixie tree one day, you were so excited as you dragged him to the pool of it, covering him in the dust as he flew with you for he first time. he stayed up there with you for a surprisingly long time, the scared expression on his face as he moved off the ground with you grabbing him by the finger was so funny to you. your laughs reached his ears and made his face scrunch up in annoyance.
with you pulling him around, you covered a lot of ground that day, the signs of the fairy dust running out made you set him on the ground, his legs still wobbly from the experience.
"that was.. weird."
"not fun? you're so boring katsuki!"
"where's my coat??"
"...
i'll go get it.."
the rest of the journey was easy.. if katsuki ignored the hawk that just snatched you out of the sky at the base of the mountain.
you screamed, preparing yourself for your fate as.. the hawk was burnt to a crisp in the sky, falling to the floor with you still in its talons.
"katsuki! you saved me."
"yeah, couldn't have them taking you. you're staying in here from now on." he placed you on his shoulder, tucking one of your legs under his necklace.
"right." you said saluting.
he treked up the mountain, it was tall so the air was getting thin as you two went up. he saw the cavern across the way, they finally had made it.
"let's go." he said, as if you had a choice while being on his shoulder. he walked in, greeted by the site of a dragon's skeleton, and a single, humongous gold egg.
the egg had to have been.. at least bakugo's height. when katsuki used a bit of his fire he saw the dragon inside. since it's been there since the last kings reign..
it had to be 18 too? no wonder it was huge.
"that's a big dragon, how're ya gonna hatch it?" you asked, flying on top of it.
"pfft, i'll figure it out. maybe those assholes before me weren't smart or strong enough."
"right.. well go ahead."
- - -
he tried until the sun went down.
nothing worked. hell he even tried asking it nicely, all to have you laugh when it didn't work. "fuck this and damn you, you damn.. fairy!"
in his anger he threw his coat, which sent the small satchel of your fairy dust flying onto the egg. in panic, katsuki jumped to keep it on the floor.
"what the--" is all he said before the egg started to crack. no. it was hatching?
you flew over observing the situation, katsuki jumped back when a particularly large piece of egg cracked off, and the dragon inside started to move.
"ack!" she flew behind katsuki's head as the dragon jumped out with a confused, "huh?"
...
"i did it! im the king now! hey dragon! you're coming with me!" katsuki said victoriously, in his own little happy world as you flew over to the dragon.
"hi dragon guy, im [name]."
"you're small."
"duh im a fairy, anyways what's your name?"
"oh.. i think it was eijiro kirishima."
she pulled his finger, leading him out the remnants of his shell. "you wanna come with us eijiro? you'll get to be a dragon knight i think."
"cool! i'm in!...
what's a knight though?"
she smacked her head, "ah, i'll explain it later. put these on and let's go kat--" the sight of katsuki sleeping on the floor made her realize how tired he was.
"uh, let's stay here for the night actually, i'll catch you up on all the cool stuff about the world."
"okay!"
you talked all night to the curious dragon, explaining the ins and outs of his future life, your role in katsuki's life, and about your adventures that you'd surely go on.
"hey [name]."
"yes?"
"uh, so kings they have queens right? who's katsuki's queen? is it you?"
you jumped. "ah! no way. he'll.. he'll probably get one when he goes back though." you said, realization setting in as you spoke.
"you don't sound very happy [name]."
with a tight-lipped smile as you rested your head on your hand, you whispered, "i'm not happy at all, actually."
you two went to sleep after that, you suddenly felt tired for some reason. though you know you shouldn't have felt so possessive over katsuki anyways.
you'd developed a crush over him for forever. but you'd have to see him go, see him leave with another.
your fists clenched the leaf covering you,
you couldn't stand it.
the journey started out livelier than normal for katsuki. he'd been listening to the damn dragon's rambling for half a day now, at least he was a natural born hunter. he noticed you being a bit more quiet than usual, he thought you were taking a nap on his shoulder but you were awake, staring between your two legs.
"hey, [name]. what's up with you?"
"yeah [name]! you're so quiet."
you snapped out of your daze, a polite smile on your lips. "ah! it's nothing, just uh-- hungry i guess. and tired, i don't have any dust left."
"well you should've said that earlier. we can get some tomorrow morning." he knew you were lying, but he didn't want to press you with the dragon around. he'd ask you when you two got back to the castle.
the rest of the month passed by like that. he had grown fond of the new dragon that'd serve to be his personal knight, he was dedicated, strong, but just so talkative.
you were spaced out often, waving off his concerns with a limp hand. hiding in his cape as they entered the kingdom.
they were greeted with celebrations all round, it seems news had traveled quickly of the dragon. back pats and smiles were all that greeted bakugo as he walked up to his parents.
with a tearful gaze, his father placed the crown upon his head. "you are now king katsuki. your official coronation is tomorrow but.. we wanted to do this with you personally."
"you finally did some good kid, now comes the hard part. you'll need to pick a wife tomorrow."
the air was zapped out of his and your lungs. "hell no, i'm not choosing shi--"
"yes you are, or you can hand that crown over right now. we're having inko get some of the towns most gorgeous women and some eligible princesses are coming to visit. you will choose someone by the end of the night. congratulations son, you're a king now."
he tsked. "whatever. let's go dragon face." as kirishima followed him out, he led him to a room connected to his. "this is your room, i'll get you tomorrow morning. go to sleep."
"yes sir! wow he's so manly." he said before walking inside and verbally gasping at the room.
"you, come out already. " he said, pulling his cape off and laying it on his bed. you were teary eyed as you sat cross legged. "what's up with you? you've been weird this whole trip?"
"it's nothing."
"it's not nothing, you've been ignoring me and i'm pissed off already. tell the truth already."
your feelings were about to burst, your tears already free falling down your face. "be quiet." you whispered.
"no i don't think i will, because you'll just keep sitting here and ignoring me!"
"i love you! and i shouldn't because it'd never work!" she cried. a moment of silence passes. "i-im leaving."
"to where? hey- where are you going?"
"i don't know."
she flew, the only sight he had of her being her moonlit wings as she disappeared out of his sight.
he couldn't believe it.
he couldn't believe his feelings were reciprocated. he fell asleep to the thoughts of you, and he woke up still preoccupied.
as they prepared him for the ceremony, dousing him in jewels and diamonds, all he could think about was you.
as he walked to his throne where he'd sit until he found a bride, all he thought off was you.
and as they placed the crown on his head, all he thought of was how he'd never be here without your help.
as he stood around in a corner, princesses and village women occasionally attempting to start up conversations with him only to be let down by his cold nature, he thought about if you'd show up.
you'd been by his side for 18 years, he swore it was your birthday today too. he had picked out a flower perfect for you, just like he always did.
but now he wouldn't even get to see you, he thought, fist tightening on his slacks. eijiro had knocked on his shoulder, asking him to go out with him to the gardens for a second. he agreed and walked over.. where.. you were standing there.
only now you were human-sized, an angelically white dress encapsulated you as you stood by the waterfall. your wings were big and shiny as you finally noticed him, smiling.
"katsuki. you look- pfft. handsome." you joked. oh yeah, his hair was slicked down. he walked over to you, taking your hand into his for the first time.
"[name]? it's really you?"
"mhm, cmon." she led him to the secret garden where they'd first met.
"how--"
"i could always turn myself this big, it just takes a bit."
"..about what you said earlier. i..
i love you too [name]." katsuki said, averting his eyes from you but holding your hand tightly. "as a small fairy or as an equal to me.. i-- i really do care about you. i never could've done this without you.
so, uh.."
"just kiss me."
and he did so, the flowers being witness to both of your first kisses.
he felt like he was on cloud nine, never imagining this day would have ended so joyfully, with you by his side.
and with you now officially ruling next to his.
(tagging people i think would enjoy this very much: @kovu-bunnbunn @napbatata @elarakive )
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JUST FINE.
CW: Unrequited love, unresolved angst, crying, swearing, cheating in a way if you think about it, yelling
SUMMARY: When you’re the only thing Chris has ever wanted, and ever will, but, when you dont see him that way, and probably wont ever, how will he take it? Or, you’ve stood the poor boy up on a date, hoping he’d get the hint.
A/N: Doc give it to me straight, did I fall off?
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“You didnt have to do that.”
The dark alley way lit you and Derek, the light providing the perfect visionary to Chris’ nightmares. But, oh gosh, how he wished it hadnt. He would’ve given anything to not see your and his actions. It all sending an itch to gag at the back of his throat and tears beginning to take their place along his waterline.
His eyes took in what they could with his consistent wiping of the back of his hands to rid of the shedding tears, trying to see, to acknowledge what you wouldnt do to Chris, what you could never picture doing with Chris.
What wasnt meant to be for Chris. Your hands were never meant to be running along his body, rubbing seductively while your lips pressed against his, your lips teasingly keeping shut, depriving him of a more intimate kiss. But, what more depriving than watching the love of your life do the actions you’d begged for if she’d asked, do to another without hesitation? No holding back seemingly present in your movements, everything raw and unforgiving to chris. Why couldnt that be him?
Why couldnt he be the one pinning you against the brick red wall, why couldnt he be the one you were moaning and inhaling sharply for, the one where your stomach fluttered with butterflies, the one where you planned to live old with? Why couldnt he be ‘the one’?
Why wasnt he meant for your love? Why was fucking derek the one in his place? Out of all people.. Derek. Derek was the one you desired the most, the one you couldnt hold your composure with, the one your heart beat raced with.
Why couldnt it fucking be him?
His body felt heavy with each second he stared, his eyes beginning to puff with each unshed tear, or hard sob being held deep into his throat, making it harder for him to watch your sinful actions.
The flowers he’d especially boughten because they were your favorite, slowly began slipping from his loosened grip. Too distracted with the utter sight of your carefree actions to keep hold of the now useless flowers.
If you’d told him a year ago, he’d be here, watching his unrequited love makeout with another man—after standing him up, he would’ve laughed in your face. Collected his breathing, and looked you into the eyes, with a puzzled expression, “who is my ‘unrequited love’?” even despite the gleam in his eyes that was present just minutes ago, now gone with the forced laughter that escaped his body.
His body would crash on the inside, but his face would stay stoned, eyebrows raised with questionairre and a clenched fist with the grasp of the little tamed composure he had left. He’d act as if he’d no clue whom his unrequited lover was, but, as much as he wish he did, he knew who she was and now the name brought an itch to throw up at the back of his throat.
The mere thought of you would strike his entire being with the pain he thought he’d never experience, but thats what everyone thinks, until it happens, then they’re never the same.
Everyone swears the love they experienced in highschool was one of tragedies, but tragedies to adore, to admire, to wish you’d had.
Its the tragedies that get to your soul, tear you apart and leave you with the thought ‘Will I ever be the same?’ tears lining your eyes and the ghost feeling of being ‘you’ again, whoever that cold, distant memory may be.
Till that special person falls to their knees and mends you back together entirely, their hand a delicate reminder that you’ll always be worth something to them, never differentaiting from the earths grime, to the earths wonders, the northern lights being danced inside your eyes, but even the skies that withold the mesmerizing colors go dark, see the nights light, an uninteresting black, but they still stand colorful again.
All it takes, is that special person.
And Chris wasnt your special person, the one that would hold your face in his palms and whisper soothing praises as you cry about the tragedies currently overtaking your soul and claiming it as its own.
Derek was gonna be that person, at least, for what he hoped, until highschool was over.
A few years later, on that same street, Chris thought he healed, he’d wished he had, but he knew he didnt. Sure, maybe majority of him healed, but deep down, in his gut he knew a part of him would never heal from the possibilites of you and Chris becoming more, becoming everything he’d ever dreamed of.
His mind never left that brick red wall, too tangled with the mingling of your and Dereks bodies, lost in the desperation and confusion of why he couldnt be Derek. What did Derek have that Chris didnt? What was so good about Derek?
But to you, your voice could never end when Derek was mentioned, the nervous beating of your heart when his name was even mentioned, you could go on and on about Derek, seemingly never having an end towardd what was so good about Derek, and when Chris was mentioned, your arms cradled yourself, curling into yourself as the guilt in your stomach filled, replacing the rapid beating of your heart with its rightful pace.
You knew what you did that night, you saw Chris watching you and Derek, but in that moment, you were too caught up with the fire Dereks fingertips danced along your skin, his lips pressing on yours with comfort and need all at the same time.
Everything about Derek was everything you’ve ever described as ‘begging to want’, the love you’ve so desperately latched onto even the second it was offered, with no thought. Too desperate to experience the love you’d crave everynight, cradling yourself in your arms as your mind did the best it could, creating the fake scenarios for love.
Nothing about Chris was in your desires, nothing he seemed to do gave you the same fluttery in your stomach as Derek did. Even when Chris did his best to adopt Dereks mannerisms, try and be a little more like him—he couldnt. That wasnt him, Derek wasnt him. He was Chris, he just needed to accept the fact that he was him.
The sound of small splashes against rain puddles and footsteps broke Chris’s train of thought, his ghost train, to be specific, his better judgement the ambulance just begging to save him.
He looked away from the same spot he witnessed his entire world fall, only to meet your gaze. The same, cheerful gleam in your eyes, warmfilled smile overtaking your features. Everything about you was comforting.
“What’re you doing out here at,”—you pulled your puffed jacket sleeve from your wrist, checking the familar patterned numbers on the watch, comfortably placed on your wrist, before looking back at Chris—“Twelve ‘o clock at night?” You asked, even with the question in your voice, the same bubbly features remained on your face.
Chris looked back at the wall beside the streetlight, licking his lips dryly as he thought of an answer, his mind running laps, desperate for a reason as of why he was here.
His head dropped to look at his feet, his throat closing with the dry sensation.
“Just, y’know, thinking.” He replied, looking back at you, his tongue peeking back out to lick his lips again.
“What about?” Your curiosity overtook your tongue, though, chris expected no less. You were always naturally curious.
“Us,” his eye contact faltered, deciding it’d just be best to stop lying, to stop living his life in his own shadow.
Your eyebrows stitched, your loud smile beginning to fall to a slight frown. “Whats there to think about us, Chris?”
“Everything, Y/n,” he looked away again, his voice faltering between a cracked whisper, to the non-chalant tone he was desperate to keep.
“I cant keep pretending like im happy with ‘us’. I’m not, fuck, I’ve never been happy with how we are. I dont want this.” He shook his head, closing his eyes as he fought the overwhelming emotions slowly taking over his features, the frown enveloping his mouth, the slight crack in his voice each time he spoke and a slow start to the never ending whirlwind of emotions he’s about to speak of, and experience, all over again.
Your eyes ran over his face, slowly understanding everything that he was saying. Your heart fought its own thumps to stay unwounded from his own hurt.
“Chris, I-“ your voice was cut off with his, a seemingly urgence in the way he spoke.
“No. Let me finish.” He shifted on his feet before turning to look at you, taking in a small breath as preperation before continuing.
“I, I was fucking standing there, watching as you and Derek got all- fuckin,” his voice began to break, thinking of the night he witnessed why you stood him up, “all that. Do you know how fucking bad you hurt me that night? Words dont even begin to explain how hurt I was. You were feeling Derek up, while I was fuckin crying in the empty space of my room.” He exasperated, the look in his eyes gave it all away, he still wasnt finished. His mouth was still full of words he wanted to say, but he wanted to let his previous words sink in first.
“Chris, im sorry, I really am—I dont know what I was thinking- I truly am sorry.” You begged, your eyes filled with sympathy and your voice beginning to crack with guilt.
“You can’t say that, Y/n, you’re not sorry. You dont have a right to be sorry, all you had to do, Y/n, all you had to do was go on the date with me. You didnt fucking have to stand me up, you could’ve even shot me a text cancelling the date, but you didnt. You didnt, you left me there to watch. To watch what you weren’t willing to do with me. And I get that, I understand that you dont want me, but you could’ve fucking said that!” He snapped, his emotioms overtaking his everything. Tears brimmed at his eyes, his voice gave signs to the vulnerabilty he was giving.
“You didnt have to do that.” He sighed, unwilling to let the rest of his emotions flow, he didnt want you to see what you did to him, only hear what you caused.
The shield you’d made just minutes ago to keep your heart together, crashed down. You could feel the radiating thump of your heart against your rib cage throughout your entire body, but none of it amounted to the pure guilt that claimed your body, the sinking hole inside your chest beginning to sink with the guilt overlapping, becoming too heavy.
Tears brimmed at your waterline, a lump grew in your throat, creating the effort you should’ve put in Chris, now replaced with the effort to apologize to Chris.
“Please Chris, you need to understand, I didnt mean to hurt you!” You begged, your voice becoming desperate. Yet, not even beginning to be as desperate as Chris ever was.
Hearing your words sent anger coursing through his blood, “Didnt mean to hurt me? You didnt fucking mean to hurt me? Can you hear yourself, Y/n? Are you out of your mind? Of fucking course you were gonna hurt me! You stood me up for some low life, I would’ve given you the world! But you chose fucking Derek—who, remind me, left you for a slut? No?” His words pierced right through you, re-opening the carefully stiched wounds Derek had left on you.
Fighting off the sobs became weaker and weaker, before your body felt absolutely broken from it all. Sobs racked through your body, and guilt replaced the tears spilling from your cheeks.
“No, no, no, Y/n, its fine. I’ll be just fine without you.” He mocked, shaking his head before sparing you one last glance, moving his begrudgingly feet away from you, walking away and leaving you there just as you’d done to him.
Even despite the pure need Chris felt to run back to you, to cradle you in his arms, soothe and apologize to you, he knew you didnt deserve that, he knew he was better than what you were going to offer to him anyways. You didnt fucking deserve the love and pure adoration Chris would’ve offered, would’ve given with no hesitation.
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𝜗𝜚 VEIL ethan landry
-- summary: soft sex with eth
warnings smut, just ethan being really cute 733 words
taglist ྀིྀི
𐙚 mdni!! ↓↓ 𐙚༘⋆ೀೀ
"HEY BABY," Ethan murmurs softly, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you wash your hands in the bathroom sink. He nuzzles into your neck, kissing your skin gently. "I've been thinking about you all day." You smile and lean back into his embrace, turning your head to kiss him slowly. "Mmm, is that so?" you ask, drying your hands on a towel.
Ethan takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom, where he sits down on the bed and pulls you onto his lap. You straddle him, feeling his hardness press against your aching core. Ethan's hands wander up and down your body as he kisses you deeply, his touch soft but insistent. "God, I want you so bad," he whispers, nipping at your bottom lip. Ethan's arms wrap around you, holding you close as he kisses your forehead. "Let's just cuddle for a bit, okay?" he says softly, his voice gentle and soothing. He pulls a blanket over both of you and settles back against the pillows, cradling you in his arms. Ethan kisses you softly, his hands wandering gently over your body as he asks if you're comfortable. "Is this okay?" he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip. "Tell me if there's anything you don't want." Ethan kisses you deeply as he slowly undresses you, his touch gentle and reverent. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, trailing his fingers along your collarbone. He helps you undress him, his eyes never leaving yours as he settles between your thighs. "Is this alright?" Ethan settles between your thighs, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive flesh as he looks up at you. "Can I?" he asks softly, you nod, his fingers gently parting your folds. He leans in and presses a tender kiss to your clit before swirling his tongue around it in gentle circles. "Oh god, Ethan," you whimper, your fingers tangled in his hair as he eats you out. "Your tongue feels so good... please don't stop." Your hips lift slightly, seeking more of his gentle attention. Ethan hums against your clit, the vibration sending shivers through your body. He intertwines his fingers with yours, holding your hand as he continues to eat you out. His other hand gently massages your inner thighs, soothing any tension and keeping you relaxed as he works his magic. "You taste so good," "Ethan!" you cry out, your hips jerking as you cum hard and fast. Your fingers tighten around his as he continues to lick and kiss your clit, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure. You breathe heavily as the orgasm subsides, a sated smile on your face. Ethan gently kisses your pussy, his lips soft and gentle as he presses a few tender pecks to your sensitive flesh. He sits back on his heels, his hands resting on your thighs as he looks up at you with adoring eyes. "Are you okay, baby?" Ethan climbs back up your body, his lips finding yours in a slow and gentle kiss. His hands roam over your body, touching you with loving tenderness as he positions himself between your legs. "I love you," "I love you too," you breathe, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he makes love to you.
His touch is gentle and unhurried, each thrust a loving caress that sets your heart fluttering. You meet his eyes, feeling the intensity of his emotions as you both climb towards the peak together. As Ethan moves inside you, he presses his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "I'll always take care of you," he whispers, his voice trembling with emotion. His gentle thrusts become more urgent as he reaches his climax, filling you with his love as he cries out your name. Ethan collapses on top of you, his breathing heavy as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. After a moment, he rolls off and gathers you in his arms, pulling the blankets over you both. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" he asks softly, kissing your hair You nod, snuggled against his chest as he strokes your hair. He kisses your forehead, his voice gentle. "I'm going to clean you up, okay?" He gets a warm washcloth and cleans you both up tenderly before settling back in bed with you, wrapping you in his embrace. You were sure you had the best boyfriend ever, one who always knew
--@dumbslvtforethan on tumblr
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