#MAYBE SHE JUST HOLDS ME TIGHT AND CARESSES MY FACE AND TELLS ME EVERY LITTLE GRUESOME THING SHE WOULD DO TO ANYONE WHO GETS TOO CLOSE TO ME

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[rustedhearts]

Pretty Boy (Boxer!Steve x Librarian!fem reader)

summary: a look into the mind of our favorite brooding boxer; steve has a hard time opening up to you.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

♡ the steve collection ♡ ♡ the king of the ring ♡

warnings: mention of nightmares, trauma talk!: mention of childhood + domestic abuse, steve has some deep-rooted insecurity, angst, hurt/comfort, allusion to smut at the end + soft steve :(

a/n: told from steve’s pov! in writing his pov, I tried to mimic his voice, the writing may seem a little unsophisticated at times. Steve struggles to find words sometimes.

seattle, washington june 1990

When Libby sleeps, she looks like an angel.

Somehow, she always dozes off facing me. Her lashes flutter for a few moments, and then they still. Her lip quivers, her nose twitches, and then they stop. When she searches for me in her sleep, I let her take my hand. She never remembers in the morning, and I allow myself this moment of secrecy. A moment of affection I don't have to pretend to dislike.

And when Libby sleeps, she never has nightmares. She wakes in the morning, well-rested and bright-eyed.

She knows nothing of mine.

It was easier to hide them when we slept apart, and though I'd rather die than be apart from her even in sleep, sometimes I wish for an empty bed to kick and scream at when I wake at midnight for the fourth time this week with the sound of my father's voice in the room. It's fucking stupid, how much the fucker lives in my head. The day I walked out of his house, I swore I'd never think of him again—but I have yet to escape him.

So, when Libby wakes—and I've just spent the last few hours trying to lull myself back to sleep—I take comfort in her voice. It's ridiculous, really, how easily it soothes me.

"Good morning, Stevie," she cooed this morning, stirring in my arms and searching blindly for my head.

Her hand—small, scented of the remnants of her indescribable perfume: like vanilla but not quite, something sweet and flowery but not so much that I have to sneeze, but whatever it was made my chest feel tight every time—skated across the back of my head.

The first time she did that, brushed the hair at the back of my head down with her palm, feathered her fingers through it, I think I shivered. Nobody's ever done that. Before Libby, I never wanted anyone to touch my hair. It was something my mother never did, and now I didn't know how to bear it. But now, I never want Libby to stop. How fucking stupid is that?

So much so, that when she took her hand away, I wanted to reach out and snatch it back, place it back into my hair and let her pet me like a puppy. But I ignored the lurch in my stomach, let her use her hand to rub at her eyes and hide a yawn. Had I taken her hand back, would she have liked it? Would it have been overbearing, too possessive?

"Morning, angel."

Libby hummed—a squeaky pip of a sound—and flopped onto her back. Her hair moved with her, fanning across the pillow like a mane. This position drew her eyes back a little, made them a little wider. Every day, I find new things about her to love. And every day, I find new things I worry will be taken away.

"What's on the agenda today, handsome?" Her voice was always so soft. I'm no good at describing voices, using pretty words to compare them to shit—but Libby's voice sounded like cotton. Fluffy, soft, gentle.

I brought my hand to her face, pressing it against her cheek. I noticed that every time I do that, hold her face and caress it, she softened a little. Her eyes got this little twinkle, like she was seeing a kitten in a storefront.

"Same shit. Training, maybe a late lunch if Big doesn't ride my ass." I hated to admit it. I hated telling her that she was stuck with me all day again, though she swore she doesn't mind it.

But I always saw the way she crumbled a little.

"Oh, okay," she chirped, and a smile came to her face a moment later.

Before I could say anything else, she slipped from my arms. Freed of the crisp confines of the white hotel sheets, she padded toward the bathroom in nothing but her silky nightgown. It was the same one she used to wear back home—orange, covered in flowers, lace around the straps and along her breasts.

It reminded me of days spent rotting in my apartment: hovering behind her while she flipped pancakes on the stove, lounging on the sofa while she flittered and spun around the room listening to Donna Summer on my record player, watching each other's eyes in the afternoon light when we were just waking up. Now, the straps were wearing thin and the lace was starting to tear, but if I bought her a new one, it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't remind me of home.

"Do you think," Libby mumbled around her toothbrush, words sudsing with white foam, "we'll have time to see the Pike Place Market?"

I knew the answer. I knew we wouldn't. But Libby spat toothpaste into the sink and rinsed her mouth with minty wash, and she pulled her hair away from her face to rub cream across her cheeks; she readied herself for a day she'd spend confined in a sweaty, musty gym, reading a book she'd read dozens of times before. She did so much for me. I felt like I didn't do enough for her.

"Yeah. Yeah, baby, we can try," I told her.

The radiant smile I received in response made the lie worth it.

♡ ♡

At least not everything was a lie.

We had time for lunch: a small bistro just down the street from the gym. Training was rough today—Big had been on my ass like fly on shit ever since the incident in Boston. I was training harder, longer, at a frequency that I knew upset Libby. By the afternoon, all the glowing brightness to her face had disappeared, and morphed into something bitter and drawn.

Ketchup splattered with every smack of her French fry in the glob on her plate, and I huffed as speckles appeared on my hand again.

“Libby.” It always came out of my mouth a little too harsh. I never meant to yell when I did.

Libby huffed, dropping the french fry into the ketchup. She reached for her Pepsi, sipping from the striped straw with glossy lips. I watched them close around the end of it and immediately missed the feel of them against me, though I’d just kissed her on the way here. When she set the glass down, I took her hand and brought it to my mouth. Her chin dropped to her other palm, elbow thunking on the table.

A sharp sigh left me before I could stop it, our intertwined hands resting beside the plates. “What’s wrong now?”

Libby’s eyes moved from the window to her picked-at plate. “Nothing.”

‘Nothing’ always meant ‘everything.’ Libby was a notorious pouter—something I usually adored about her. Until she pouted in retaliation for the fact that I couldn’t read her mind. I much preferred the pout that came from too little attention, or when she wanted something without asking for it—that pout was soft an old d doe-eyed, usually followed by a sweet kiss to the cheek. This pout was sour and came followed by huffing and eye rolling.

“Libby,” I sighed, crumpling my napkin in my fist and tossing it onto the table.

Her arms crossed, and the predictable eye roll followed suit. I scowled at the sight of it. Libby, usually sickeningly sweet, had an attitude on her that I dreaded the appearance of.

My fist landed on the table with a noisy bang, rattling the cutlery and causing Libby to flinch. A part of me shriveled when she did that. My chest tightened like a compressed air bag. An apology collected on the tip of my tongue. But would an apology make me look like weak? You lack conviction, Steven. No one’s going to take you seriously, pretty boy. You look like a little pussy. There was my father’s voice again, ringing in my head. I ran my hand through the front of my hair to mess it up. Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy.

“Fuck,” shot from my mouth before I could swallow it, “just…I can’t read your damn mind, Libby.”

I didn't want her to be upset. I didn't want her to pout and roll her eyes and be sour all day—I wanted to see her smile and giggle and blush at the way I teased her. I wanted to have a nice day.

"It's nothing, Steve," she sighed, pulling away from the table to rest back against her side of the booth.

Libby looked off toward the window to her left, and an image of our first date suddenly flashed in my mind. The glimmering sheen of grease on every slice of pizza, the low jazz on the jukebox, the stench of beer on her pretty dress, the way her lips tasted under the streetlight on the way home—like Libby. There was no other way to describe it. She had a taste of her own—like fresh bakery and the sugary coating on a sour gummy worm, but also like artificial strawberry and Coca Cola. I never got tired of that taste in my mouth.

She was upset with me, but later, she wouldn’t be. She always got upset with me, but she always forgave me. At the end of the day, we loved each other. Wasn’t that enough?

I plucked her hand up again when it touched the table, bringing it to my mouth. My lips grazed her knuckles, thumb pressing into the ring on her middle finger that she wore every day. It was old and needed to be cleaned, but it reminded her of home. Like the silk nightgown she wore to bed, it was a piece of home she wasn’t ready to trade in for something new.

“Come on, let’s go to that…that market place.”

Libby’s head whipped from the window, eyes wide as they settled on me. I could see the bitter resolve melting like sugar in water—delight overwhelmed her face. “Really?”

Big and Mikey would frantically call the hotel in search of me, and when they’d find me later, I’d get another lecture about how important this fight was for my career, how I couldn’t ‘fuck around’ anymore. Have some responsibility, pretty boy. You gonna be somebody’s bitch your whole life? Fuckin' pussy. Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy.

“Yeah, angel. Grab your stuff, come on.”

♡ ♡

The 'market' reeked of fish.

But Libby walked around, paper cup of gelato in hand, licking spoonfuls as she wandered from stands of fish to tables of beaded jewelry, eagerly soaking in the chaotic sounds and scents of the market. My sunglasses did little to combat the thumping in my temples, but I did my best to grit my teeth and endure the overwhelming stimulations. I knew when she found the corner of leather-bound books and handmade bookmarks that we'd be there a while.

When she began to protest the appearance of my wallet and the stack of cash headed the merchant's way, I pinched her lips between my fingers and kissed the tip of her nose. Her arms found their way around my stomach, cheek pressed to my back, and as the merchant wrapped her new books and journal in paper, she just held me. Even against all the nautical stenches and earth shattering noises that amplified the pain in my head, I could've stood there all day just to feel her arms around me. When Libby hugged me, she really hugged me. With all her strength, a pressure both comforting and soothing. She made sure I knew she was there.

"I need to get this fuckin' fish smell off me," I grumbled on the way into the hotel room, kicking the door shut behind us.

Libby flopped on the neatly-made, discarding her purse to the side before scrambling to unfold the paper around her books. She'd sit and admire them for hours if she could, cooing about the 'craftsmanship' of the leather and its 'embossment,' fawning over the color they chose to stain it with. She once spent forty-five minutes in an aisle of pens to find the perfect one, and came away with a regular old black ballpoint that she claimed 'had the perfect run.'

I never understood what Libby was talking about, but fuck did I love her.

"Okay. Wanna order some room serv—"

The phone on the nightstand shrilled, and Libby rolled onto her side to pluck it from the cradle. "Hello? Oh, hi, Mom!"

I inched toward the bathroom, hand still on the doorknob. Libby took her new journal in her hand and grinned, running her fingers over the spine. Her mouth moved like a motor, gushing over the hours spent in the market. I pushed the bathroom door open and glanced over just once more in time to see her nose scrunch with a giggle. She caught my eyes in the sliver of the door before it shut and grinned.

I thought about that smile the whole time in the shower. I ached at the image of it behind my eyes. I listened as closely as I could over the patter of the water to catch every giggle that I could.

Dripping across the tiles, I ruffled a towel through my hair and avoided looking into the mirror as I approached the sink. Libby's bag of makeup sat on its side atop the marble. I fingered through the tubes and compacts until I found a familiar tube of lotion. I plucked it out, sniffed the cap, and paused. Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy. One day, Libby put too much in her palms, and swiped them over mine to share the creamy mixture. The scent lingered for hours, left my hands soft and smelling like Libby. Dad would've kicked my ass for something like that. I tossed the lotion back and yanked open the door.

"Steve! We have neighbors!"

Libby skittered toward the window, running along the length of the glass to draw the drapes shut. I shrugged, bending toward the luggage to rifle through my clothes. "Free show for them."

Libby shook her head, sliding back onto the bed, lounging on her stomach. Despite her temporary irritation with me, I could see her head tipping and her eyes wandering in the corner of my eye as I pulled a t-shirt over my head and sweatpants over my hips. I shuffled toward the bed, coming to a stop with my neglected hard-on placed in front of her.

"You gotta pay the toll though," I told her, cupping my hand under her chin to give it a squeeze.

Libby giggled, shoving my hand away. "You're so gross."

I pouted. "Thought you liked my dick in your mouth, baby."

She shot to her knees on the bed, jaw dropping. "Steve." A laugh rattled my name.

I curled a finger toward me, reaching for her arm when she didn't move fast enough. "C'mere, want a kiss."

Libby's smile smoothed. "Wait, I gotta tell you something. My mom called, she said..."

She captured her lip between her teeth and dropped her eyes toward my chest. Every alarm in my head started ringing. Did someone get hurt? Did they tell her to come home? Did they tell her to leave me?

"What?"

Libby pushed up on her knees, bringing her hands to my shoulders. They rubbed and squeezed, kneading and massaging in the way they only do when she's nervous to tell me something.

"She said she bumped into your mom at the store."

My eyes couldn't move from her face, pinched with worry. She rubbed harder, trailing her hands up the sides of my neck to cup my face.

"Steve?"

My mother. Blonde hair wound up, green eyes, silver watch, the stench of red wine, the sharp snap of a pill case. She stopped calling me Steve at nine years old. Steven came with a venom spit like pills pinging across the tile of the bathroom floor. Vomit in the toilet. My mother was much heavier than I thought she’d be. She begged me not to tell dad. Her green eyes wore a purple ring for a week when he found out.

“My mother,” I echoed.

Libby nodded. The image of her in front of me blurred, like she was standing behind frosted glass. “I just…thought you’d want to know. I know you don’t…talk to them, or about them. But I just—Steve?”

Libby smelled like all the good things in life. Her hands were soft and warm and so much smaller than mine, and I always wanted them on me. But right now, it was getting hard to breathe. Her hands were strangling me. My defenses were rattled. I was twelve years old covering my ears in my closet, screaming into a baseball jersey.

I shoved at Libby's hands, tearing them away from me. She sank down to her heels again, but the image of her in my periphery became a blob when I began to pace. The room no longer smelled like all things good and Libby—it smelled like that house. That god awful fucking house in Indiana. When I felt like dying, the world always smelled like that house.

"Steve? Hey, just...talk to me, baby, please." That cottony voice tickled my ears, but it couldn't penetrate the fog.

I paused in front of the mini bar. The little bottles of liquor enticed me. My mother's poison was wine and pills. My father's was whiskey. Sober or drunk, they were always the same.

"Steve?"

When I got a little tipsy, I started to hear their words coming out of my own mouth. Don't be such a fuckin' pussy. What are you good for? Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy.

I couldn't be around Libby right now. I didn't want her to see me like this. I turned to make for the door, but she was on me—scurrying from the bed and tripping over her bare feet to place her hands on my chest.

"Hey, hey, baby, please. Y-you're scaring me, I...what can I do?"

I kept my eyes above her head, on the exit in sight. One look into those eyes and I'd sink to my knees, spill all my secrets. I couldn't look weak in front of her. Pretty boy. She'd never see me as anything but some whiney little puppy, something broken to be fixed. I didn't need anyone to fix me. I didn't need anyone to help me. Pretty boy. I was doing just fine on my own. I'm not weak. I'm not weak.

"Do you want to talk about i—"

"—no."

Libby's hands felt so heavy on my chest. "Steve," she sighed, but there was an edge to it, "I can't help you if you don't talk to me."

I knew the moment I looked at her that whatever face I was making pierced her with hurt. Her eyes welled in the way they do only when I make her cry. I wish I didn't do that.

"I don't need your fuckin' help." I said it too mean. I always do.

My fists were buzzing with the telltale thrum of restlessness. They needed to feel impact, they needed to hit. I could only take so many before I started needing to make some myself. Getting hit didn't feel nearly as good as hitting back. In boxing, I got to do both.

"Why are you acting like this? Steve, just...talk to me, please. I'm begging you—"

Oh god. "Oh, God, Libby, what the fuck? Don't—don't do that!"

The room seemed to be shaking. The way it used to shake when Dad started hitting and I knew I could hit back, I envisioned all the ways I should hit back, but my arms were limp. The way it used to shake when I tried to clean Mom up once Dad's car left the driveway, but she screamed until I thought my ears would bleed.

"Do what? Steve, please, I'm just trying to help you—"

The image of her standing in the middle of the hotel room sliced through me, but the words were already shooting out of me. The edges of the room were already turning black. I couldn't stop the rattling in my chest.

"—well stop! I don't want your help—I don't need your help, Elizabeth."

For a while, all I heard were the huffs of my own breath. I'd never seen Libby so motionless, not even in her sleep. She twitched, her eyes roamed behind her eyelids, her feet kicked beneath the covers. Now, she did nothing but blink and breathe, and stare at me.

"I won't love half a man, Steve."

My chest moved with such force under each breath that I could see every rise and fall beneath my nose. Libby's nostrils flared. Her eyes welled with tears.

"That's what you are. Look at you, Steve—you're hiding. All this time, you've been hiding this other part of you. And I can't...I can't just...wait around forever until you figure it out on your own. You're not on your own. We're partners, Steve, you and me. But you never talk to me."

A sour taste arrived in my mouth. I hadn't thrown up since I got food poisoning in eighth grade. Right now, I was coming close. I didn't know what to say, or how to say it. How could I make this better? How could I fix it? Would she leave me now?

"You think about that," she insisted, pointing a polished finger my way.

The bathroom door slammed closed, the muffled rummage of drawers and cabinets opening following suit. The rumble of water filling the tub came after. I found the edge of the bed with slow steps, desperate for some sort of softness. The brightness of the room brought the pain back to my eyes. My own voice, screaming at an octave I now became embarrassed of, made my head feel swollen and tender. I flinched when the water sloshed on the other side of the door.

"Steve?"

The room was so quiet. I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep. Not until I felt something soft beneath my cheek, and something small rocking my shoulder. The brightness had dimmed to a purplish light, beaconing over my feet at the end of the bed. Libby smelled freshly cleaned, like hotel soap and her face cream. Her lips left a minty imprint on my cheek.

"You okay? I can get your medicine if your head hurts—"

The pain had simmered to a dull ache. All I wanted was her in my arms. I found her in the darkness, wrapping my hand around her arm and giving it a pull until she flopped onto the other side of me. I yanked her against me like she'd been gone for years. It was selfish, I know. But all I needed was her. I hoped she understood that I was sorry.

"Just want you."

Libby pressed her nose to my throat. It felt like an icicle. "Okay."

I never understood how she could forgive me that easy. I'm still trying to forgive myself for half the shit I did to her.

"I don't like talking about them. They're...they're shit excuses for parents."

Libby rubbed her nose against my throat. I let my eyes sink closed, chin resting atop her head. "It's just me, Stevie. And no matter what you tell me, it's never gonna change how I feel about you. Alright?"

I'd never believe that. "Okay. And I'll...I'll tell you all about it, just..."

"At your own pace."

I nodded, pressing my hand to her back to bring her closer. I wasn't sure she could get any closer. "Yeah, at my own pace."

Libby latched her mouth onto my throat. A grunt stirred my cock in my pants. Her hands slid along my sides, still sporting bruises from the last match, and I fell to my back. Her weight pressed down on me, knees bookended on either side of my torso. Her hair tickled my cheeks as her mouth dampened my neck. Her ass fit perfectly in my palms, enough to squeeze and slap. She jerked against me when my hand came down in even the gentlest pat.

"Let me take care of you," tickled my throat.

I nodded, cock aching and straining against the thin cloth of my sweatpants. She knew just where to fix me—where to wrap her hand and squeeze.

"I'm sorry, angel," I gasped, stuttering around the firm glide of her hand up my shaft.

Libby kissed across my jaw. "I know. Just let me take care of you, Steve."

I could do that. I could be taken care of. In her hands, I was safe.

♡ ♡

[call-me-a-simp]

i love your writings so so so so much ❤️❤️❤️

can you please make rhea and damian x reader where maybe they had been too rough or too hard punishing reader and she has to safeword because when she told them to stop they wouldn’t? and they go from being mean to super soft and taking care of reader like readers shaking and crying because she was in too much pain but they ended up taking care of her 🙏

Safeword (Rhea Ripley x Reader x Damian Priest)

Tw: rough sex, anal fucking, whips, use of safeword

You were laying in bed together, spending some quality time with each other when your girlfriend Rhea decided it was time for some soft sex. Usually you were quite rough in bed, especially when your boyfriend Damian joined you. Together they always pushed you to the edge. But you trusted them, knowing they'd always stop when you used your safeword and that they would care for you and apologize.

"I love you" Rhea murmurs as she gently trails kisses down your neck. She was on top and you were holding here tight, caressing every inch of her body. "I love you too" you whisper in between kisses. "Then show me" she smirks and surprisingly but still carefully pushes her index finger inside of your pussy.

"Mmhh" you moan quietly. Rhea smiles and gently pushes in and out while still kissing you and whispering sweet nothings. It were just a few minutes until you hear the front door being opened. "Shit" you curse under your breath and make attempts to get out of bed but Rhea keeps you down. She tells you not to worry and that a little punishment was worth the time you had. Plus, she didn't like keeping secrets from your boyfriend.

Damian walks in on you still making out with your girlfriend. You lock eyes and you can instantly see the anger in his eyes. "Didn't I tell you not to fuck with anybody without my consent?" he growls. "I- " but Rhea cuts you off in an attempt to calm Damian down, saying it was her idea and that you didn't do anything. "Guess I won't go that hard on you then" she smiles and takes of his shirt. He crawls into bed next to you, wraps his arms around you and kisses you. "You weren't scared, were you?" he whispers. "Maybe a little" you admit and grin.

You joke around a little until your girlfriend starts to complain that she's horny. Damian and you look at each other, quietly agreeing to give her what she wants. "Come here love" you say and pat between you legs. Rhea sits down with her back against your chest and her head on your shoulder. You tilt her chin up a little so you could kiss her while Damian took off the rest of his clothes.

Rhea takes one of your hands in hers and guides it to her breast while you sneak the other one down to play with her clit. "Good girls" Damian praises as he strokes himself a few times. He aligns the tip of his cock at Rhea's entrance and she moans a little when she feels him. Priest pulls you away from your girlfriend to kiss you and pushes into Rhea carefully. "Huhh" Rhea breathes out loud and let's her head fall back against your shoulder.

Your hands keep roaming her upper body, while Damian goes faster and harder on her. "I- ahh I'm coming" Rhea moans but your boyfriend dares her not to cum until he allows her to. "Fuck you Damian, I can do whatever I want" she curses and releases. You chuckle but Damian looks a little pissed. He grabs her by the throat and squeezes it, making her gasp in shock and look at him. "You made a mistake Ripley" he warns her. She pushes him off "What'cha wanna do huh?" she challenges him with a grin. "Oh, I know I can't do anything against you, but y/n, hell ye she doesn't stand a chance" he smirks. "Ohh only if I get to have fun too" she counters back and they both look at you with a devilish grin.

"Go ahead, I can take the both of you" you challenge them and crawl over to Rhea, sitting down on her lap facing her. "What do you have in mind?" you tease her and start grinding on her lap. "Stop that y/n" Damian warns you and pulls you off of Rhea, pushing you down on the bed. "Or did you forget who's in charge?" you shake your head slightly "No, I didn't" "Good girl" he praises you with a quick kiss.

Rhea bends over to kiss you passionately and plays with your breasts while Damian got to work on your clit. "same safeword?" Rhea whispers against your lips. You hum in agreement and feel Damian aligning the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your hand wanders down in an attempt to slow him down but he already pushes into you. You break the kiss with Rhea so gasp for air and let out a surprised yelp. "Shh sh" Damian shushes you and leans down to kiss you, pressing Rhea down onto you chest, but she doesn't complain as it's secretly one of her favorite spots.

"Got an idea" Rhea whispers as Damian gets off her and she can move again. She gets up and grabs a whip from your toy stash. "Don't be too harsh, okay?" you manage to breathe out in her direction while your boyfriend increases his pace. "Ten hits alright? And I want you to count out loud" Rhea offers you. You nod and inhale sharply as Damian unexpectedly pushes in harder than before. "Damian please" you press out. "Not that hard today" but he seems to ignore you, or didn't he hear you? Instead he slaps your ass like he wants you to shut up.

"What are you waiting for Rhea" he chuckles. He pulls out, picks up your legs and pins them next to your head so your butt was sticking up in the air. "Damian please, no" you whine, knowing what he was about to do. This time you were sure he heard you and just didn't listen. "at least he's careful" you think as he slowly began to fuck your ass. A sting runs through your body as Rhea hits you for the first time. "Argh- One" you whimper. "Two- ugh" a single tear falls. Damian goes faster, you could tell he was about to cum by the way he was panting and moaning. "Ahh three" you shout as Rhea hits you harder this time. Damian pulls out again to let your legs down.

This time he shows no mercy as he fucks your pussy again. Rhea also hits you harder than before and everything just gets too much as you shout for them to stop. "Stop it! Damian, Rhea!" but they don't. Damian even increases his speed and fucks you even harder. "Stop! STOP!Stop it, STOP IT!" you scream. But again he doesn't listen. Rhea hits you hard again before she notices that you might be serious, as tears are streaming down your face now. "Red! RED RED RED!" you scream on top of your lungs now and try to push Damian off.

Only now he realizes that he went to far and pulls out. "Y/n I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" he stutters but you cut him off "Out! Get out, I SAID GET. OUT!" you scream and try to get space between you and him. He slowly gets off the bed and leaves, closing the door behind him. "God what have I done" he whispers to himself, knowing he went too far this time and that you needed space now. Rhea just stands in the corner of your bedroom, completely helpless. She doesn't know what to do or say so she very carefully approaches you.

You were laying on the bed, knees tucked up to your chest. Your back was facing her and you were shaking and crying because of the pain they caused you. "Y/n.. Baby hey.."she whispers soothingly. "I uh- I'm not sure what to do or say right now but I want you to know that we didn't mean to push it this far" she continues and carefully places a hand on your hip to let you know she's there. You flinch at the contact and Rhea retracts her hand a little but decides against it then and places it back on your hip. "Baby.." she stumbles, scared to loose you. "Hey come here, you don't need to get through this alone.." She tries to calm you and gently pulls you towards her.

After a few seconds you give in and snuggle up to her, hugging her tight and crying into her shoulder. "Why didn't you stop?" you sob. "It was already too late when I noticed you were serious, I'm sorry.." your girlfriend admits and strokes your back. You hear a knock and Damian asking quietly if he can come back in. Rhea agrees and he hesitantly opens the door. "Hey.." he says and slowly approaches you. You stiffen up and cling a little tighter to Rhea, afraid of his touch. "I'm so sorry.. I don't know what's gotten into me.." he whispers. As you don't react he gently touches your hand. You flinch a little again but allow the touch. Damian holds your hand for a while, glad he didn't fuck up completely. "Can I hug you?" he then asks quietly and you nod. Releasing Rhea from your grip you move over and hug him back. He holds you tight and you feel a few tears running down your skin as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. "I am so incredibly sorry baby" he mutters and hugs you even tighter. "It's okay Damian, it was a mistake" you reply, so quietly he almost couldn't hear it.

You let go of him again to lay down between your two partners. Cuddling with Rhea, your head on her chest, Damian wraps his arms around you from behind. "I know I fucked up but I promise, I'll always listen to you from now on" he whispers and kisses your neck. "I know baby" you say and take his hand in yours. "I never doubted that but in that moment it just was all too much" you explain. Rhea strokes your head a little until she's sure you're asleep. Damian and her stay awake a bit longer, talking about what happened today, what the trigger was and how they could have helped you better. In the end they also fell asleep, promising each other to never let that happen again.

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Little oneshot with Damian and Rhea, hope you enjoy :)

[dreamonseems]

Cry Baby

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Summary: Reader is helping Erling pack for a away game, and he gets distracted by her short.

⚠️ Warning: Smut!!!

"Do you have enough socks and underwear for the trip?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so."

"Are you sure? You always forget something."

Y/N can feel that Erling is distracted and not paying attention to anything she's saying. She's helping Erling pack his bag for the upcoming away game. She notices that he keeps staring at her.

She's wearing a pair of super tight shorts that show off her curves, and she can tell that Erling is having a hard time focusing on anything else. His eyes are just lingering on her shorts.

"I'm sure. I can always buy something if I forget."

"Okay, well, I packed your favorite snacks and a book for the flight."

Clearing his throat, "Thanks, babe. Those shorts look really good on you."

"Is that all you've been thinking about this whole time?"

Grinning, he says, "Maybe."

Rolling her eyes, "You're lucky I find it cute. Now, focus on packing."

"Right, sorry. But seriously, you look amazing."

"Thanks, baby. Now, finish up before you forget something important."

Erling stood in front of her with a pout on his face, pretending to be sad. "Okay, okay. But can I have a kiss before we continue?" he asked, giving her his best puppy-dog eyes.

She couldn't help but smile at his antics. "Of course, you can," she said, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips.

But Erling wasn't satisfied with just one kiss. "Another, please," he begged, making Y/N giggles.

"You're insatiable," she teased but leaned in to give him another kiss.

"I need another kiss, baby," Erling said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Baby, we have to finish packing. You have an early flight tomorrow," she reminded him, still smiling.

"Sweetheart, you're saying no, but I can tell your eyes are saying yes," Erling said, leaning in closer to her.

"Okay, just one more, and then we really have to finish packing," she relented, giggling as she stood on her tiptoes to reach his lips.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Erling said, breaking the kiss.

"Did what?" She asked innocently.

"Wear these bloody shorts that make your ass look amazing," Erling accused, grinning at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, smirking.

"Yes, you do. You did it so it's harder to leave you. Hmm, you're being a little sneaky brat, aren't you?" Erling teased.

"Maybe I just wanted to give you something to remember me while you're out there being a superstar footballer who all the girls want a piece of," batting her eyelashes at him.

But Erling's playful expression quickly turned serious. "Baby, hold on. Let's take a break from sexy talk for a minute. Are you scared like this every time I go on an away game? Are you afraid I'll see some other girl and cheat on you?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Y/N looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "I...I... I trust you, but... I can't help but think that maybe I'm not enough," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Erling gently took her face in his hands and made her look at him. "Y/N, do I make you feel this way, like you're not enough?" he asked, his heart breaking at the thought that he might be failing as a good boyfriend.

"No, no, no, baby, of course not. You make me feel like a queen. I just... I hear so many stories about the other players' girlfriends or ex-girlfriends, and sometimes, I feel scared. But I trust you, baby, I really do. I just kind of let my insecurities get the best of me," she explained, tears welling up in her eyes.

Erling tenderly wiped away her tears and caressed her face. "Baby, I love you so fucking much. You're so beautiful, but not just on the outside. What makes you even more beautiful is everything that makes you Y/N. I love that you support me in everything I do, that you're never afraid to put me in my place when I need it, or that you're always willing to help anyone who needs it. I love how you always put our families first, that you'll drop anything at any moment if they need you for anything. The fact that you're so nerdy about historical shows and movies, that you eat the top of your muffins first because you think it's the best part that you hate tea but still drink it when someone offers it to you because you're afraid to be rude. Baby, you're the most amazing person I know, and you make me feel like the only guy in the world. Why would I want anyone else? You're my one and only," Erling declared, pulling her into a warm embrace.

Her eyes are welling up with tears as she tries to compose herself, but she can't hold back the flood of emotions any longer. Erling gently rubs her cheeks, and she leans into him, feeling safe in his arms.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Erling says with a smirk, "I also love that you're a crybaby."

She chuckles through her tears, "I'm your crybaby," she says, giving him a playful push. He grabs her arm and pulls her close, hugging her tightly. They both relish in the comfort of being in each other's arms.

Erling's hand trails down to Y/N's backside, and he can't help but grab a handful. "These shorts are still distracting, though," he whispers in her ear.

Y/N eyes light up mischievously, "Oh yeah? Should I take them off?"

"Mmm, I would love that," he says, playfully smacking her ass.

She gives him a little push, and he sits back on the bed. "Oh, am I getting a show?" he says excitedly.

She puts a finger on his lips, shushing him, "I'm in charge right now. Just sit back and enjoy."

She grabs her phone and plays a sultry song, moving her hips in a seductive way as she slowly starts stripping off her clothes, piece by piece. Erling sits back and enjoys the view, struggling to hold back from touching her.

When Y/N is standing before him in all her naked beauty, she slowly helps him undress, and then she pushes him onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, they start making out and exploring each other's bodies.

She can feel how hard Erling is, and she finally takes matters into her own hands, pumping his dick a few times before guiding it to her entrance and sitting on it. They both let out a moan as she slowly starts moving her hips up and down, letting herself adjust to his size.

Erling grunts and reaches for her hips to create more friction, but she slaps his hands away. "No touching. I'm in charge, remember," she says, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Fuck, baby, you're killing me," Erling grunts, but she just continues doing all the work herself. She puts her hand on his chest for better stability and starts fucking herself on his dick harder and faster.

She can see how hard of a time Erling is having, not being able to touch her and fuck her the way he wants. "You want to fuck me harder, baby?" she gasps out. "Fuck, yes," he grunts.

"You want to just hold me down and fuck me into the mattress?" she smirks down at him. She can feel her orgasm nearing, surprised she hasn't broken yet and let him have his way.

"Fuck, baby, I could ruin you," he says, moaning, and that does it. Y/N orgasms just by hearing those words come out of his mouth. She's able to moan out, "Fucking ruin me, baby, make me cry," and that's all Erling needs to hear to flip them over.

He has her in all fours, and he slides back into her, starting to drill into her, thrusting as hard and as fast as he can. He's holding her so tightly that he can see the marks appear on her already, and she's becoming a drooling, screaming mass.

She's definitely losing her voice tonight. "Are you coming again, baby girl? Hmm, is my little cry baby coming again?" Erling teased, feeling her squirting all over his dick. He could feel himself nearing his own orgasm, and he knew it wouldn't be long now.

"Please, please cum in me, please. I need it," Y/N begged, turning her head to look back at him with tears in her eyes and her face and lips red with pleasure.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he moaned, feeling the intensity building inside of him. With two more thrusts, he hit his orgasm, and he came deep inside her sweet walls, his body shaking with pleasure.

They stayed in that position for a few moments, catching their breaths and enjoying the sensation of their bodies entwined. Finally, Erling pulled out of her and lay down on the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms.

"That just now was another reason for you not worry because I can't get enough of you," he said, kissing her neck gently.

"I know, I feel the same way," she replied, her eyes sparkling with love and affection.

His hand slowly trailed down her back, sending a tingle through her body. She knew what was coming next, and she couldn't wait. As he moved to kiss her.

His fingers played with her hair as she traced his face with her finger, marveling at the contours and lines of his handsome features. She couldn't help but feel a rush of desire wash over her, and she knew that he could feel it too.

"If you keep giving me that look, we'll have to go again," he teased, his eyes burning with passion.

She couldn't resist his playful nature and smirked at him, snapping out of her daze. "Well, I guess we aren't getting any sleep tonight," she giggled, knowing that their passion for each other would keep them up all night.

Erling will be tired tomorrow morning when he has to catch his flight, but it's worth it. With a growl, he pounced on her again, their bodies entwining in a fiery dance of love and lust. As they moved together, their bodies intertwined, they knew that they were meant to be together forever.

No matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their love burning brightly like a flame that could never be extinguished.

[my-soupy-brain]

need Ted to tell me he appreciates my boobs (I don’t like them cause they’re too big :( for my frame)

I 100% understand how this feels so I'll gladly write about this. Ted's such a nice guy, he'll do anything to comfort you and appreciate you... Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Fluff, but maybe some smut?

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Another shirt gets tossed on the bed.

And then another.

"UGH!" you exclaim from the bedroom. Unhappy with everything you're putting on. Buttons don't work, other stuff feels too revealing, and you just can't find something comfortable to wear.

Ted can hear you grumbling from the living room. You're going out to Crown & Anchor tonight to spend time with your friends from the club, but you just... can't...find anything to wear.

You kneel in your bedroom, tears in your eyes. You feel ridiculous but you can't help it. Feeling so uncomfortable like this is just the worst.

Ted approaches quietly, poking into the doorway and seeing you crumpled on your knees.

"Oh, darlin'," he says quietly, kneeling with you. "We don't have to go if you're not feelin' good..."

You shake your head.

"I just can't find anything to wear over these...things..." you say, looking down at your breasts.

Ted glances down at your ample bosom, then back up at your worried face.

He knows what you don't want to hear in moments like this, so he stays silent for a moment, holding your hand as you work through your emotions.

He brings you to the bed instead and sits you down, kneeling between your legs.

"Look at me, baby," he asks quietly, gently. You do. He holds your face in his big, warm hands.

"Every inch of you makes you, you," he says quietly. "I ain't gonna pretend to get in your head, but I want you to know - as the man who loves you more than anything else - that I love you. And...them."

He manages to get a chuckle out of you, making him smile.

"They're so comforting when you snuggle me after a bad day," he starts. "They're always so warm when you hug up against me..."

You smile a little, thinking about when he lays his head on your chest and how good it feels.

"And I love spoonin' ya and holding ya close, and feeling them..." he says, then backtracks..."Not even just like that, although I like them like that, too..."

He's worried he's screwing this up.

"You look phenomenal in everything you wear. They're part of the gorgeous, womanly curves that make up that absolutely perfect body of yours, sugar..."

A tear falls from your eye, feeling so comforted.

"And I ain't gonna lie, I love them aboutcha. They're just a part of ya, and I love them just as much as the rest."

You smile and nod. "Thank you, Teddy..."

"You want help findin' somethin' to wear? Or do you wanna call it for tonight and stay home?" he asks gently. You know either answer is OK with him.

"I wanna go. Help me?"

He nods. "Ya know what ya look dynamite in? That black sweater dress with the boots. It's chilly out, it would be perfect for a night like tonight," he adds, smiling at you. You smile, too.

"Good idea, Teddy. You're right."

When you change and join him in the living room, he holds out his hand to grab yours.

"There she is...look at that!" he says. "You look gorgeous, darlin'."

You blush. "Thanks for everything, Teddy. I love you."

He brings you to his chest and wraps his arms around you tight. You breathe in his woodsy cologne and the softness of his dark blue sweater.

"I love you, too, beautiful," he murmurs to your hair, his hand caressing your hips and waist. "Let's head out."

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This was written from experiences I have all the time trying to get dressed and hating EVERYTHING I own. Raise your hand if some days you just wanna burn your closet down and start over? *raises hand* Thanks for the prompt, friend!

[kookznoona]

Make A Mess ||Oneshot|| Jeon Jungkook SMUT

Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader

Rating: 18+, Smut, Swearing

Warnings: SMUT, Mature Language and Mature Content

Genre: Boyfriend!Jungkook Dom!Jungkook Sub!Reader

Description: (read the 'Anonymous asked' Request Prompt)

Word Count: 1.2 K

Summary: It's been days. You're Horny.

Anonymous Asked:

soft domjk x oc. she’s on her ovulating days and constantly keeps getting wet. They both are lying on the bed, she is on his lap straddling him, sleeping on his chest. jk is scrolling on his phone. When he feels her wet in her panties. He doesn't miss the chance to tease her and touch her while babying her to the extreme until she sqeaks. A jungkook one pleaaaaaaaaaaaase.

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Jungkook has always been the shy yet bold boyfriend.

He's reserved but is at his best at all times. You couldn't have ever imagined your sex life more exciting than this, there's simply no room for boredom.

You hadn't played with your pussy for a long time now.

Today was day three. And it feels like it has been almost a month since you've orgasmed. Earlier, it wasn't a huge deal to go a day or two without it, but Jungkook spoils you with his touch everytime the both of you are alone, making it impossible to endure for so long. It was never the same room or the same piece of furniture. He knew you too well, he didn't take too much time to gauge your likes and dislikes in the bedroom. He knew exactly what makes you whimper and scream. How to edge you and tease your pussy lips in an irresistible manner making you crave for more and more every time.

It had been 144 Hours, you craved his fingers inside your wet hole. You close your eyes imagining how your tight walls clenching tightly around his fingers felt. You whine, feeling your pussy clench around thin air, wanting nothing more than being filled. It frustrates you.

Jungkook laid out the rules right at the beginning, only 3 rules. No touching yourself, using the safeword whenever it felt more harm than good and always saying an 'I love you, Daddy' after an argument even if you're still angry.

Jungkook opened the door with his keys. You jumped and internally did your victory dance. He's Back.

"Baby, I'm home" he says

"Hiee, I missed you" you peck his cheek

"Babe, I'm taking a shower, then, we'll cuddle" he says

"Kay" you reply

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Jungkook jumped on to the bed and gave you a back hug while you were lying down. Practically spooning you

"Hi baby" he says

"Hi Kook, how was your day?"

"It was good, today was not so hectic and less tiring than yesterday, so overall, it was pretty good"

"That's nice to hear" you reply back, facing the other side

"Baby, turn towards me, I wanna see you"

You turn and gaze at him. He was just in his boxers, scrolling his phone casually, his wet hair covering most of his forehead, his eyebrows creased with thought a faint blush unlike yours on his cheeks. You're unable to hold yourself and place a kiss on his lips. He further pulls you in his embrace and you place your head over his chest, hearing his heartbeat. Your body warms up even more with the closeness. You whine with the need of getting filled up, images of Jungkook pounding into you clouding your mind and you let out a soft moan. This does not go unnoticed by him.

"Baby wassup?" He asks in his raspy voice, still scrolling his phone.

"Nothing" you say and nuzzle in his chest. He then cheekily slips his leg between your thighs and playfully spanks you, making you whimper. And that's when he feels it. He feels the wetness of your pussy on his leg.

He caresses your red cheeks, placing a kiss on your nose.

"Baby, tell me, why're you pouting so much?"

"I- uhm- well- I thought maybe- we could"

And that's when he presses his thigh against your cunt, making you automatically grind against him.

"Daddy- pweasee"

"So my puppy was needy, hmm? I can feel your wetness on my thigh little one, such a dirty little girl"

You simply moan back overwhelmed

"Those panties are soaked right now, let's take them off, princess" he says, pulling off your underwear.

He later begins to tease your folds with his fingers. He knows you too well and that you're a pathetic whore at his fingers mercy. Tattooed and Skillful. He can find your sweet spot easily just with a curl of his index and middle finger. Just then, he collects your juices and prods one of his fingers inside of you

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Such a needy slut I have here, needing Daddy's cock every moment cause your greedy little hole just can't get enough, did you touch yourself while Daddy was gone?"

"N-no Daddy"

"So it's been days now, hmm? How many days has it been?" He asks applying more pressure

"Ahh- Daddy- mmh"

"Answer me kitten, or are you too dumb to answer?"

"Want cock Daddy, please gimme y'r Cock"

"Such a dumb baby, can't think of anything except Daddy's cock"

Jungkook pulls his thigh away from your body, watching your eyes fill with tears with frustration and your fists punch the pillow.

"Behave doll"

"D-daddy I promise- I didn't touch myself- I've been good, I just wanna cum on your cock so hard"

"Alright, since you've been good, and good girls get rewarded, but on one condition- Not a single sound should leave those pretty lips"

You simply frown at his words, it's impossible and he knows it. He loves to hear you and you can't help but be vocal during sex, it's impossible to keep quiet. Why was he giving you such a cruel punishment? You didn't know. But you knew better than to argue and get denied.

The outline of his cock through his boxers looks absolutely mouthwatering, the ache between your legs grows tenfold.

Your eyes gleam at his words "Daddy" you squeal in happiness while hugging him and pressing your lips against his to share a passionate kiss.

"Princess, ride me"

You immediately pull off his boxers and ask for permission to sit on his dick feeling ever so horny and needy. He nods and you sit on him, moaning aloud, feeling the most filled up. And that's when he spanks you for misbehaving.

"Forgot the rules already, such a dumb slut"

"Daddy, please"

"Please what?" He asks cocking an eyebrow and lightly slapping your clit

"Ple-ase lemme cum"

"Look at you, you're the one on top, yet I'm in control, I own you babygirl" he growls, sending shivers down your spine. He gently pushes his thumb in your mouth which you automatically suck on.

You hurriedly grind your clit against him while his cock hits against your g-spot repeatedly making your legs shake with pleasure.

"Slow down, not yet, doll. No cumming" he says sternly while holding your hips trying to slow you down

You let out a loud whine and shake your head furiously, "N-no D-daddy I want it" you say, rocking back and forth. Eyes rolling at the back of your head, in a flash you cum all over him. Your thick essence coating his balls and the sheets. You seem to be cumming for an eternity. He growls at the sight, your pussy fluttering around his cock while it leaks more and more cum ruining the sheets.

"Damn babygirl, you're getting really disobedient, you really want to feel filled up and make a mess that bad huh?"

"M'sorry D-daddy" you say, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment, you really couldn't help it, you needed it.

You cover your face with your hands feeling shy. Jungkook is quick to push your hands off your face and place a gentle kiss on your forehead

"If that's the case, there's no stopping baby" he says flipping you

"Mhhmph D-addy"

"Let's see how many times you can make a mess on Daddy's cock tonight"

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Fe!reader x Aedion Ashryver

Request: Aedion meets with his pregnant mate, after returning back from war. They have a touching moment after feeling the baby kick for the first time.

T/w: None

Ref: Y/n - Your name

H/c - Hair colour

Author's note: I'm back and I'll be posting again yay.

Aedion:

Aedion tore through the war camp, discarding any of his remaining blood crusted leathers outside, before entering his own tent. He should get home fast, now that the damn war was over. Five months. He had to go through five months of absolute torture of being separated from his lovely, pregnant mate. Is she well? Is she taking enough rest? Is the babe fine? He could not take away his mind from her.

Even though he received letters regularly from his mate in Terrasen, and he wrote back a few whenever he could, it still hurt him that he couldn't be with her for one of the most biggest things of their lives. He wanted to take care of his mate, be there for every step in their newfound love and see his mate's eyes sparkle with happiness everytime he lovingly caressed her belly. He wanted to go back and give her all of his love, for the lost five months, hold her tight and never let go again.

And so he wanted to get on with his work and leave for home, to his mate, as soon as possible. Thankfully, there has only been a minimal amount of damage to his army, therefore The Bane was easily able to defeat the other side and gain victory in a matter of days.

Cleaning himself up in the small bath set in the corner of his tent, he glanced at the small ornate box where he stored all his mate's lovely handwritten letters. His lips pulled into a smile. The most recent one he got from her was two weeks ago.

"Recently, Aelin has been too fussy with me. She keeps asking me how the babe is and how I am feeling, once in every two seconds. This morning I had to hide in the gardens to escape from being coddled by her and when she found me, I was lectured for almost an hour and I thought my ears would bleed. I can really see why some of you call her mother hen. I can't take it anymore Aedion, I think I'm going mad, please come back soon so I can end this monstrosity", it read.

Maybe I shouldn't tell her that it was me who asked Aelin to take care of her in my absence, he thought with a laugh.

He sent a sliver of warmth through the mating bond, missing y/n's presence. He sighed. Just a little bit more longer, he thought. Then I'll get to see her again.

Y/n:

You looked at yourself one more time in the mirror.

H/c waves fell from the half braid on your head, framing your beautiful face with a flourish. Your eyes were lined with kohl and soft shadows dusted over your eyelids, giving your eyes the attention that they deserved. The light blue gown you wore, pooled around your feet, bathing you in satin.

Absent mindedly you rest your hand on your protruding belly as you smile to yourself, feeling giddy. Somehow, you went five months without being with him, patiently, and yet you weren't able to contain yourself for another hour. Truth to be told, it was painful for you to be separated from him during these crucial days of hormonal changes and needs. Sure, Aelin was a huge help as much as a mother hen she was, no one could fill the space that Aedion created. You desperately needed him every month when you entered another stage of pregnancy. You craved his presence, his reassuring words and most of his sensual touch. No one could make you feel like he did.

Slowly standing up from the chair, you move to the door daintily. You couldn't just stay in your room anymore, even though you had been carefully instructed by Aelin to rest until your mate arrived. You shrug to yourself. You would be fine. Besides, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have the energy to get out of bed anyway after Aedion arrives.

Blushing, you made your way downstairs.

Aedion:

He was finally here. He was back in Terrasen. His gait was steady as he made his way to the Throne Room. Although his mate was the only thought in his mind, he had a duty to his Queen. He would meet his mate right after reporting the status of his soldiers and the battle to Aelin.

Walking inside the Throne Room, he expected no welcome of sorts. After all, he was an Army General and being away on duty was his job. But what he didn't expect was, the room filled with the people he was close with, congratulating him on his little heir on the way. Lorcan, Elide, Lysandra, Fenrys, even Chaol and Yrene.

Aelin and Rowan were the one of the first ones to meet him.

"The Bane has been able to-"

"Hush"

Aelin shushed him.

"You're back after five months, and this is not the first thing I wanna hear from you"

"Where is the responsible Queen now?" Aedion laughed as she smiled at him.

"Y/n has been missing you like crazy"

He smiled back at her. "Where is Y/n?"

"Here", Y/n's voice echoed.

He turned around to watch the crowd part, to reveal his mate.

His mate smiled softly at him. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the golden light of the sun. His breath hitched as he took in her beautiful form and her hand resting protectively on her stomach. Y/n. He immediately went towards her, everyone else forgotten.

Mate. Mate. Mate. His bond sang with anticipation and longing.

Y/n looked up at him, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Aedion"

He carefully pulled her into his arms at once. "My beautiful wife", he said smoothing down the back of her head. "I finally get to hold you again"

She sniffled but said nothing, tentatively wrapping her arms around his form. She looked up. Aedion kissed the top of her head and her forehead as she did so.

"I missed you", she said, tightening her hold around him. He said nothing as he gently caressed her face, brushing away the few tears that escaped her eyes.

"Love, you have no idea"

He tilted her face to his as he kissed her lips slowly, gently, as if she would break if held too tight.

On the contrary, her lips were desperate to show how bad she wanted this, him. Her arms entwined behind his head. He couldn't help but run his hands down her body as he countered her kiss, immediately wanting her under him panting, and crying out his name.

But he had something else to do, before anything.

He pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers. "Love"

She looked back at him breathless, with a light dusting of blush on her face.

Oh how incredibly sexy she looked right then.

"I love you", she whispered.

His hand caressed her belly. "Guess I would have to love you twice more now" She giggled as he kissed the tip of her nose. He bent down to her stomach.

"My little one, dad's here and he's never letting you and mama alone" He kissed her tummy, feeling the little thumps of his heir's heartbeat. He felt like he had never heard such a sweet sound.

Leaning his cheek against his mate, he smiled, eager to hear more of his infant.

The little heartbeat that he heard again, felt like a ray of sunshine for him..

"You're gonna be my beautiful bundle of joy, just like your mama", he said, gently running his hands down her tummy.

Just as he was about to pull away, he felt a little press against his cheek, from the inside. Y/n gasped. He tried to stand up straight but his mate pushed him back against her stomach.

"Love what is it? Are you alright?", Aedion was concerned.

She looked awestruck.

"The babe just kicked"

His eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, eyes glistening. "For the first time"

He leaned back against her. "Little one, did you just kick your mama?"

Another little shove against his cheek. He laughed lightly, eyes filling up. "Guess that's a yes"

He looked up at his mate. The gorgeous being that made their love ten times better by carrying their child.

He hugged her middle. "Y/n I love you"

She laughed running her hands through his long, blond hair. "Twice more?"

"Twice more, thrice more, maybe even as big as the stars are"

She giggled.

He kissed her tummy before rising up. She smiled up lovingly at him. "I love you Aedion"

He took her back into his arms.

"I know you do", he said kissing her once again, this time sneaking in some of the passion he had been reigning in, for the sake of others.

Others.

That reminded him.

He pulled away abruptly to look around, only to find the room empty, and his mate laughing at him.

"Oh sweetheart, they left a long while ago"

He smiled at her laughing form, fondly.

"I will get back to them all later. For now, we both have unfinished business to attend to"

She paused to delicately raise a single eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"This"

He dove in for her lips again, this time wild and with no restraints. Her knees went slightly weak and he swung her legs up in his arms, carrying her out, bridal-style, still kissing her. Her soft lips parted, seeking out the clash of tongues and teeth.

He gave in to her desires, carrying her all the way to their room, in the mostly empty castle, the few people seeing them, diverting their gazes, smiling.

Soon they were both back on their shared beds, clothes discarded somewhere in the room along the way, where they stayed for most of the day, cherishing and loving each other for all the five months they'd lost. He was back where his heart belonged.

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Everything, Always

Everything, Always

Notes: Cassian Andor/Reader, everyone lives au, post-rebellion, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, disabled reader, domestic fluff

CW: PTSD, depression, chronic illness, disability, implied sexual intimacy

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★★★★★★★★

You can’t remember the last time the pain was this bad—full-body exhausted, every joint in your body buzzing with discomfort. You got dressed today, went to your favorite caf bar, did a little bit of work only to receive a series of obnoxious messages from your new boss before turning off your datapad and going home—where you immediately got into bed. Arseven, your support droid, has done her best, bringing you heat wraps and bacta spray and meds. But you can sense her distress at her inability to fix everything for you. Because it’s not just that your whole body is sore, but you are bone-tired, aching not just from your chronic condition but from the emotional distress that finally peaked today.

When Cassian comes home—earlier than expected—you hear him in the kitchen telling Kay to give him some time with you. “My com has been too quiet today. You know I usually get a few little texts at least—I think something’s really wrong.”

Kay starts with “Organics—” but Cassian cuts him off.

“Not now, Kay. Seven pinged me and I need you to, I don’t know, maybe go for a walk.”

“A walk?” Kay scoffs. Cassian must be giving him a look because immediately Kay corrects himself. “Right. Okay. But I’m taking Seven.”

“Good idea. She said she had an errand to run.”

You hear Cassian’s shoulder bag fall heavy to the kitchen floor, his boots being tossed into the front hallway, his jacket hitting and then sliding off the back of the couch. And finally he’s climbing into bed behind you, pulling you close, your back pressed to his warm chest, his hair tickling your skin as he kisses your neck. 

“My heart,” he says. “Talk to me. What do you need?”

When you break down in tears he squeezes you tight, and whispers in your ear. “Whatever it is, I want to make it right.”

You turn to face him, and he brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “It’s a lot,” you say. 

“If it’s anything I did, I need you to tell me.”

“It’s not you,” you say. “It’s…I’m just completely overwhelmed.”

“Are you in pain?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage to get out.

“And Seven told me there was something with work today.”

You give him the short version of what your boss said to you today. Cassian knows that in recent months things had turned sour at your part-time job. And when he hears the whole story from this week, he doesn’t even bother to conceal his frustration.

“You know what I think of that man,” he says. “And I am not going to tell you what to do. But we have more than enough money for you to never work another day in your life if that is a choice you want to make.”

You nod, swallowing, trying to take a deep breath. Cassian caresses your cheek, his hand soft against your skin. And in his beautiful eyes, a knowing—he sees you so wholly and honestly and in this moment you have never been more grateful for him.

“Just hold me,” you ask. “Please.”

And he does. He kisses your forehead, cradles your face against his shoulder, rubs your back, his hands knowing exactly where and how to touch as you weep softly. And you let the closeness of his body and the warm scent of him calm you, his kind voice whispering to you that everything will be all right.

“My heart, you are enough,” he says. “Just you, being here. That’s enough. Please tell me you know that.”

“I do,” you say. “Thank you.”

“We’re going to get through all of this,” he says. “But maybe you should take a few days off, yeah?”

“I think I will.”

“Good.” He tilts your chin toward him and kisses you, gentle, brushing away more of your tears. “Have you eaten?”

You give him the same half-smile he gives you when you ask him the same question. Somehow, you both laugh. So many times you’ve been the one to sit him down and make sure there are calories in his system. And he’ll always do the same for you.

His com pings, and he reaches into his pocket for it. “It’s Seven. Shall I tell her you’re doing better? And maybe to pick up burgers from that new place you like?”

You smile, reminding yourself that he’s a former spy with years of experience in intelligence. But sometimes it really does feel like he can read your mind.

“That sounds nice.”

“Good. She says she was able to get a hold of your doctor and has something for you from the pharmacy.”

“Thank the stars,” you say, letting out a long breath. “You have no idea how much it means that I have you, and that you brought me her.”

“She makes her own choices,” he says.

“You bought her freedom,” you remind him. “And you and I both know who told her she’d be a good support droid. It certainly wasn’t Kay.”

He hushes you, bringing his lips to yours, and you raise your hands to his face, thread your fingers through his hair, let the kiss pull you away from your stress and your pain, if only for a moment. And it’s enough.

*

Cassian had been home from a New Republic relief trip for a few days when you realized he was more than just tired. He’d get out of bed, maybe make some caf, then hole up on the couch and read a bit on his datapad before snoozing for most of the day and making his way back to bed. Despite his frequent trips to stare into the fridge, you had to remind him to eat, to drink enough water. 

There was a planet-wide holiday this week, and you’d planned to spend some quiet time together, maybe go to one of the festivals in town. But when you mentioned getting out of the house for a bit, Cassian didn’t have the energy. He didn’t even really want to talk—he wasn’t ignoring you, per se, but he wasn’t engaged in conversation, either. And when you poked at the idea that he might not be okay, he just said, “I’ll be fine, my heart. I’m just tired.”

You’d heard that before. After a lot of similar relief trips—trips where he was spending time with military colleagues, in military spaces and military vehicles, with people who called him Captain Andor. 

Kay had always been better with anxiety than depression, and for all his support training, still didn’t seem to know what to do in this situation other than make sure Cassian was following medication protocols. If Cassian told Kay not to bother him, Kay would bother you. And you would gauge whether to try and rouse your partner. You’d only been living together for a few months, but he’d gone on enough of these trips since you’d met that the pattern was becoming obvious. Somehow it was a pattern that Cassian failed to see. 

Even Arseven—who had come to stay with Kay while her mechanic custodian was on a trip to Canto Bight—had noticed, warbling concern in a low tone about the reappearance of “the depression beard.” She’d meant for only you to hear, but Cassian shouted from the bedroom that he was awake and didn’t appreciate her commentary.

It was when his therapist called you to make sure he was safe that you found out he’d missed two appointments without contacting her—one before his trip and one right after—that you became not only concerned, but a little angry.

Cassian was standing in front of the fridge again, staring, dressed in the same sweats he’d been wearing for three days, looking distant and disheveled.

“Cassian,” you said. “I’m worried.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said, not looking away from the fridge.

“I know normally this isn’t my business but I just got a call from your therapist basically asking for proof of life.”

He turned around, closed the fridge, and leaned against the door. He sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “Look, I just need some time.”

“What would you say to me if I was the one who was barely getting out of bed, barely talking to you, skipping appointments?”

Cassian took a deep breath, but didn’t respond, knowing you knew the answer to your own question.

“I’m calling Jyn,” you said.

“Don’t call Jyn.”

There was a knock at the door. And from the living room Kay announced, “I called Jyn. An hour ago.”

Cassian reluctantly answered the front door, quickly trying to straighten himself out in his lounge pants and hoodie.

Jyn took one look at him and said, “Stars, Andor. You look like shit.”

Arseven beeped sternly, rocking back and forth on her legs, upset on Cassian’s behalf. And Jyn laughed.

“It’s okay, Seven,” you said. “She’s just what he needs right now.”

There were people in your life who thought it was peculiar that you had such a friendly relationship with your partner’s ex. They’d be even more confused to find out that Jyn was who you called when Cassian needed help you couldn’t give him. But sometimes the bond of friendship could outlast the romance, become familial. And there were things Jyn understood that you couldn’t. Just like you couldn’t expect Kay—who didn’t have any organic parts—to relate to your medical trauma, you couldn’t expect yourself to fully understand Cassian’s trauma from combat. 

Kay handed Cassian a packed bag and his jacket, and made sure he had his com. You hadn’t even realized the droid taken care of this, but apparently he’d moved a little quicker on the plan than you’d realized. 

Your partner looked at you, his face tired, resigned to his fate. “My heart,” he says, “when I get home—”

“I know,” you said. And to Jyn, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” she replied. Putting an arm around Cassian, she said, “Let’s go, idiot. We’re going to figure this out..”

*

“I think I’m going to do it,” you blurt out.

“I’m sorry?”

Cassian is helping you out of the bath, dressing you in a soft robe and pressing a kiss to your neck. The hot soak with healing salts had been good for your sore muscles.

“I’m going to leave my job,” you say. I can always find something else—”

“Or you can take some time,” he says, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Focus on your art. The things you enjoy. And yourself.”

You catch sight of the two of you in the ’fresher mirror. You in your robe, him in his pajamas. “And you?” you ask with a playful smile.

“I certainly never mind when you focus on me,” he says. “But I told you before we were married that no matter how things went with your health, no matter what choices you made with your work, I would be here for you, and I would provide for you. This will always be true.”

You’d both always been open with each other about money, as stressful as that was. He’d told you about the significant sum he’d received from the New Republic for his service after the war, as well as the high-paying job he’d, as he put it, stumbled into here in the planet’s capitol. And you’d told him about the possibility that there might be times where you couldn’t support yourself without help. But you had always felt a little ashamed about your difficulties with traditional work. At some point Cassian had talked you into stepping down to part-time for the sake of your health. But leaving work completely? It felt like giving up.

Perhaps sensing your anxiety, Cassian says, “You must be tired. Why don’t you get in bed. I’ll make you some tea.”

When Cassian returns to the bedroom with your favorite hot tea and a weighted blanket, you have your datapad out. You’re trying to take a deep breath. Earlier you sent a message to tell your team that you’d be taking two days off for wellness. But you don’t know if you’re ready to put in notice that you might be taking every day off, forever.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Cass,” you say as he settles into bed next to you.

“May I?” he asks. You nod as he takes the datapad, switches it off. “You took your days off. We’ll figure out what comes next tomorrow. Tonight I just want to make sure you’re feeling all right.”

With your tea cooling on your nightstand, you touch your forehead to your husband’s, let him pull your body flush against his. “It’s better,” you say. “The medicine helped. The bath helped. You help more than you know.”

Arseven pops into the bedroom, asks in binary if there’s anything you need before she plugs in for the night.

“Thank you, Seven,” you say. “You were wonderful today. I think I’ll be okay.”

She twitters a goodnight before rolling down the hall to the room she shares with Kay.

“I will never figure out how she became friends with Kay,” Cassian says. “But I suppose he has his moments.”

You sweep his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear before running your fingertips along his jaw, admiring his neat beard. “This life,” you say. “I don’t know how I fell into it, how this became what I get to have. I don’t ever want you to feel like—”

Cassian catches your wrist in his hand, brings his lips to your palm for a kiss. “Don’t you dare say it, my heart. You are not and will never be a burden. You’re my everything. And I will always—always—do everything I can to make sure you are loved and safe and happy.” 

*

Cassian was gone for two days, occasionally checking in to make sure you knew he was all right. When he finally came through the front door looking tired, but clean and dressed and even smiling, you had to do everything in your power to keep from running into his arms.

“How’d it go?” you asked.

“She kicked my ass,” Cassian said

“I took him hiking,” Jyn said. “My mother always said that fresh air does wonders for the spirit. Even when we lived on Coruscant, when I was very small, we were always at the park. Sometimes you just need to get out of your head and into the trees for a bit.”

“I wish I could have met her, Jyn,” you said. “She always sounds like an absolute treasure.”

“She really was,” Jyn said, her hand going to the kyber necklace that she’d worn as long as you’d known her.

So many of the people you loved had known unfathomable loss. You’d all seen war, if not combat, so it wasn’t unusual that most of you were in therapy, had learned a lot of different ways to cope—some of them healthier than others. And any time one of you went off the rails, there was someone to rally for you. Which you were always thankful for—especially tonight.

“So we went up the mountain a bit,” Jyn said. “Then came down, stayed by the lake, went out in the afternoon and got a bit drunk.”

Arseven beeped and whistled: Can see your face. It’s nice

“Yes,” Cassian said, running his hand over the stubble along his jaw. “It was turning into a depression beard wasn’t it, Seven? I think this might be a little too short, but—”

“You look lovely,” you told him, taking his hand. “Are you feeling better?”

“I think so. Called my therapist, she’s fitting me in this week. I think maybe I need to stop going on these relief missions.”

“I didn’t want to be the one to say it,” you said. “But nobody in the galaxy is going to think less of you for opting out. You’re not in the Navy. You are already serving the government in a diplomatic office. This is extra. And you don’t owe anyone extra.”

Cassian nodded and you eased him closer to you, your hands rubbing his arms—usually a comforting touch that he enjoyed—but he winced.

“I’m so sorry—is your shoulder bothering you again?”

He laughed. “No,it’s not my shoulder.” He took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeve of his t-shirt. “After the drinks we wandered into a tattoo parlor.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said. “Are those—”

“Your favorite,” he replied.

The big blossoms on Cassian’s bicep were your two favorite flowers, ones that had grown on your home planet and that, somehow, were occasionally available from a florist here on Ralltiir. Sometimes Cassian would come home with a bouquet of them just to make you smile.

“I told him he should get something that would anchor him.” Jyn says. “Turns out, that’s you.”

You smiled. “And you?”

Jyn tugged back the cuff of her jacket to reveal her mother’s name on her wrist. “I’ve been wanting to do this for ages,” she said. “Feels good to have her there.”

“Stars, we’re all just standing here by the door,” you said. “Jyn, do you want something to drink? I’d love to have you stay for dinner if you don’t have plans.”

“That’s all right,” she said. “I was just dropping Andor back into your care. I should go—I actually have a date tonight.”

“You’d better be on your way, then,” you said.

Before she could turn to leave, Cassian reached for her hand. “Thank you, Jyn. I don’t know what I’d do—”

“You’re welcome,” she said. “Take care of yourself. Or I will kick your arse.”

As soon as the door shut behind Jyn, Cassian took your face in his hands and kissed you, sweet and urgent. “I’m so sorry, my heart. I don’t know how it got so bad.”

“You don’t have to apologize for feeling those feelings,” you told him. “But when you shut down like that—I was scared, Cass. And there are some things I can’t do for you. That Kay can’t. You need to use all of your resources.” You let out a breath. “I’m glad you got in touch with your therapist.”

He took you into his strong arms, the warmth of his body familiar and comforting, and as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hair fell from where he’d combed it back, tickling your face. “Me, too,” he said, quietly. “It’s good that she called you. And that you and Kay called Jyn.”

“Sounds like you were able to work through a few things.”

“There are things I can’t talk to you about. That I don’t want to put on you.”

“I know,” you said. “And that’s okay.”

“I’m not on the other side of this yet,” he said. “And I know that. But I will be.”

“You will.”

“Come here,” he said, taking your hand and bringing you to the sofa where he moved a few pillows around to make you comfortable. “Let me hold you.”

You laid your head on Cassian’s chest, his steady heart beating in your ear. He felt like your Cassian again. Smelled like your Cassian. That citrus and sandalwood scent of his soap mixed with the musky scent of him and his clean cotton t-shirt.

“I love you so, so, much, Cassian. I can’t lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Show me that tattoo again,” you said.

He smiled, taking off his shirt and turning a bit so you could see his all of his right bicep. He did usually go to the gym regularly, mostly to help with his mental health, and you never could help but admire his toned body. And this tattoo—it was so beautiful and you reached to touch it before you remembered it might be sore.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Bacta has set in, it should be mostly healed. Just don’t squeeze me too tight tonight.”

You traced the lines of the blossoms, and a shiver ran through you. The idea that this was what he’d chosen to help ground himself in a time of crisis—the sentiment of it floored you and you couldn’t think of a single word to express how you felt.

“If I’d known this would get you this excited I would have let Jyn bully me into a tattoo shop sooner,” he said.

Unlike many of his colleagues from the Alliance, it wasn’t safe for him to have tattoos, at least not while he was intelligence. He’d told you that after leaving that position he would often end up at tattoo shops with friends but would overthink the whole thing and end up holding someone’s hand while they sat for the artist.

Cassian was a lot of things, but spontaneous wasn’t one of them. Jyn, though—Jyn had always had a way of getting him out of his own head.

“It’s just a surprise,” you said. “A very hot surprise.”

“I remember you told me once that some of your tattoos have served to help you move forward,” he said. “I like that. I’ve always liked that. So this? This is me putting a few things behind me.”

“And also perhaps a few pints of Corellian ale into you?”

“Perhaps also that, yes. But I’m looking to the future.”

Cassian tilted your chin, kissed you with a fervor that you had missed recently, an intensity that came not from a place of pain but a place of desire. Of love. And you returned the kiss, humming in response to his touch, your hands in his hair.

“Can I take you to bed, my heart?” he whispered into your neck. “If you’re up for it, I’d like to remind you of everything you mean to me.”

*

You wake late in the morning, dress yourself in comfy clothes, and walk out to the kitchen expecting to be alone with your droid for the day. But you’re greeted by the smell of fresh caf and your spouse reading something on his datapad.

“Good morning,” Cassian says. “I decided to take the day off, too. I know you have Arseven now, but I’m growing jealous of how much time she gets to spend with you.”

You smile at his little lie. You know he’s concerned about you, that he wants to be with you through what might be a difficult day. And he knows that you know this.

“I used to worry that one day I’d wake up and you’d be sick of me.”

“Never going to happen.”

“Where is Seven?”

“She somehow convinced Kay to help her dig up the back yard for a garden. They went into town for some tools.”

Cassian is leaning on the counter in a loose tank and jeans. He looks so different from the images you’d seen of him when he was a soldier—his hair now brushing his shoulders, the small number of tattoos he’s collected in last few years, his relaxed shoulders. He recently told you that he was beginning to see in himself little hints of the person he might have been without the war. And while you mourned for the years he’d spent not getting to be this person, you’re glad he’s finding ways to reclaim his identity.

“How is your pain today, my heart?”

“Better,” you say. “Still sore, but I think having some of the emotional weight of the job off of my back helps.”

“Good,” he says. “When you’re ready we’ll come up with a plan. Maybe even redo your office, make some more space for art stuff, yeah?”

He reaches for you, and you take his hands, letting him fold your body into his.

“You’re in a good mood today,” you say as he kisses the top of your head.

“I’m just feeling very lucky,” he says. “I was thinking this morning, while you were resting…about how with you I get to be the man I want to be. The man I am. Not the man the galaxy needs me to be.”

You know that’s not entirely about you. It’s also the trauma counseling, his hard work in therapy, the support of his chosen family. But you also know that this family includes you. That when he comes home at the end of the day he is always his genuine self in your house.

“I think the man you are is exactly who the galaxy needs you to be,” you tell him. “It’s who I need you to be, at least.”

“That’s good to know.”

You’re on the sofa with your datapad when Cassian brings you a cup of caf, sweetened the way you like it—something he picked up on all those years ago when you met at that caf bar.

“What do you think?” you ask, showing him the resignation you’ve drafted.

“More than they deserve,” he says, opening his arms for you to cuddle. “Are you going to send it?”

With Cassian’s arms around you, you hit send, switch of the datapad, and sip your caf.

He kisses your neck, and then you temple. “I’m proud of you,” he says. “I know that wasn’t easy.”

“You made it easier than it would have been alone,” you say. “Thank you for that.”

“Always.”

Gently, he takes the cup of caf from you hand and places it on the table before running his thumb over your lower lip. When he brings his mouth to yours in a tender kiss, a feeling of relief washes over you, and you return the kiss with urgency, so enamored with this man who sees all of you and loves you still.

“Here’s to our shared future,” he says, cupping your face in one hand. “You and me, my heart. We’re going to be fine.”

And in the warmth of Cassian’s arms, you know he’s right. What you have will survive a lot more than a little loss of income. It has already survived so much.

“You are a blessing, Cassian,” you tell him.

“Every day I wake up and I think the same about you,” he says. And before you can respond he continues, “Let me know if you’re feeling up for going into town to do something today. To celebrate.”

“We both called out of work,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Let me finish my caf,” you say. “Celebrating sounds nice.”

His eyes light up and it’s like sunshine. “Take your time,” he says. “I’ll be ready when you are.”

★★★★★★★★

Thank you so much for reading! I was having a rough time so I wrote something for myself that I hope is also comforting for y'all. I hope this fic makes you feel seen and loved.

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[jellycubecorner]

Rowan AU (breakup scene)

My cruel little raven. How I love you so… I hold her tight against me and kiss her forehead, I’d love to stay like this forever, feeling the warmth of of cold hearted love. I can’t help but feel that I’ve clipped your wings… your cynical humor and quick wit, it’s too much to take in all at once. I feel her caressing me and cuddling closer, I can’t help but feel more guilty. Am I really making the right choice? Just look at the way HE looks at her… The more I get to know Tyler the more I regret meeting him. He gets her more than I do, it’s like they have this hidden connection that I can’t help but feel that I’m getting in the way of. He never meant to hurt anyone, the dude genuinely is really nice and has no intentions on ever making a move on her, gosh I hate him more for that, if he was some obnoxious jerk like Xavier I’d gladly screw him off… dude’s too likeable tho. I hold Wednesdays face so I can get a good look at those piercing obsidian eyes, perhaps for the last time. Those very same eyes I fell for after that weak attempt at beating Bianca at fencing, she’s like the embodiment of a poem, so intricate and beautiful, drowned in tempting mystery. “Rowan, what’s wrong?” she can read my like a book, I take a minute to think, is this REALLY the right choice. “Wednesday… idk how to say this but-“ “you want to break up…” “NO- I mean yes- I mean no I don’t want to but- aghhh this is so hard to explain” she simply stares at me while I collect myself. This better be the right choice… “Wednesday, you know I love you and I’d never want to hurt you, which is why… why we should just stay friends… I love you so much, an embarassing amount really heh-“ this is pathetic… “I just think you deserve someone who really gets you, I just don’t think I could live up to that, and I want the best for you in life, I want you to be happy and if that means we just stay friends then I’m willing to do that, I love you so much but I’d hate myself if I let my own desires get in the way of yours” She stared at me longer, then she turned around. damnit DAMNIT! Did I really mess up that badly, the last thing I’d want is to lose her forever. Or maybe she was just looking for ways to hide my body after she let out her rage?? Either way I probably hurt her… damnit!!! I heard a sniffle, she was clearly crying. Wednesday was still new to sadness, she’s gotten better about being supportive and open, in her kooky way ofc, but our late night talks made it clear that tears still made her feel weak. I stepped closer and hesitated but found myself hugging and comforting her, is it wrong that I wanted to kiss her and hold her forever. The last thing I wanted right now was for us to end, but… I’m not the one. We were just a mismatched pair, and I’d like to think that since Wednesday hadn’t killed me yet, she saw some truth in that too. “Wednesday” she turned to look at me “listen I love you so so much, and I’d completely understand if you didn’t want to um… see each other after this, but please try to consider staying friends, I’d love to be there with you when you find the guy who’ll love all your kookiness.” We both let out a small chuckle, I could tell she was holding back arguing with me, that she’d likely give me every excuse of why we should stay together, we were both stubborn and I loved that about her at times. There was also a sense of understanding in those teary eyes. “Can you stay with me til I feel better? Just for today””Of course Wednesday”.

[glaivegirl]

i need two trannies eifel towering me, one to slap my face and rock my mouth in between taking it out and slapping my face, and really not holding back while the other one is just going to fucking work on my ass and neither of them care how hard the others thrusting or how violently theyre slammimge between them, its so rough they really are just using me, and she spits on your facs again as you struggle look up as she locks her cock deep in your throat and the girl behind you is still going harder and harder and the dick in your throat is still going going deeper and back out with her pounding you ass and forcing your neck to push up slightly with every thrust, your throat is rough and her hand is like steel gripping the back of your head and you start choking and gasping for air as she dumps her load down your sore and beaten throat, but youre really stuggling and you cant tell if youre suffocating on her dick or choking on her cum but her hand still wont budge and her dick is still being rattled around in your throat and your whimpers become more audible and they start to sound more pathetic and you head keeps getting lighter and the panic getting stronger and i think i hear her laughing but

and youre on the floor lifting your face out of a puddls of spit and cum, gasping for air and choking and coughing as the woman who just abused your throat is clearly still giggling every time you collapse to the floor trying to catch your breath and the other one that was trying to fuck the life out of you steps up, you back away until you feel the wall behind you, your head pressed against the wall as your stomach drops and she runs her cock along your burning red cheeks, she tells you its her turn but youre still panting as she gently lifts you chin and tells you to kiss it. youre still stunned, like a cornered animal, and you kiss the head of her dick still rock hard and slick with lube and before you can form any thoughts she strikes you hard across the face, wY harder than the other girl did and youre kind of dizzy but the back of your head is pressed hard againsy the wall and shes standing over you, her cock looking down threateningly at you as you begin to slowly part your lips and she runs her fingers through your hair as she slowly pushes the entire length down throat and asks if youll be a good girl for her, you have the biggest cock filling your throat but she pulls it back out and draws you up by your chin gentle and graceful and looks at you and suddenly delivers a swift kick to your balls and you curl over she picks you up and does it again and again until you dont fall over, she doesnt tell you thats what she wants, but it was after all. she lifts your chin up again and makes you look into her eyes, maybe she just wants to see im still afraid, and she asks again and this time i go to answer after stuttering but as soon as my lips part she presses it against my lips and my jaw goes slack as i look into her eyes and manage to whimper out a pathetic yes, sound barely escaping around her cock and its so big but shes not just using your throat like other girl did, shes staring at you as she slides it in and out of my mouth, stroking my cheek with her thumb, i break eye contact and my head is jolted by her slap sending me to the ground, she walks over and leads me back up with a firm grip around my cheeks and she tells me she wont punish me this time but if i break eye contact while shes using my throat again shell have to give me a punishment, too nervous to even think, i settle back on my knees as she caresses my cheek and guides my mouth back to serving her. she looks away moaning and enjoying my throat but shes staring back at me now and gripping my head tight and shes bringing it deep in my throat but im keeping my eyes on hers even as a flood of cum pours down your throat and down your chin. she stared into your eyes as you started to choke and struggle and make your futile little whimpers. you looked into her eyes as she reached ecstacy inside your throat. when she pulled her cock out you felt like you had become a lot more submissive than you were before and she pets your head as you rest it on her thighs and the other girl tells you she wants to make you cum and she reaches her fingers inside you ass and starts massaging your prostate, eventually youre drooling all over her thighs and you cum into the sheets a quivering mess, they keep petting you as you come down and then they make you lap up your cum

[thepixelmoon]

Solavellan - In dreams

Phew, it's been a hot minute since I posted some of my writing here! I've been playing lots of Dragon Age: Inquisition lately and I'm in Solavellan hell, so here's a short piece featuring Solas and my Lavellan inquisitor, Hanin. Beware: spoilers for the Trespasser DLC ahead!

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The leaves crunch beneath her feet as Hanin rushes into the clearing, almost out of breath. Panting, she looks around for the black wolf that has led her here – a spirit, maybe? A shadow? A sort of guide? Her connection to the Fade has always been stronger than most people’s, but somehow this feels entirely different. She can’t put her finger on it. It feels like something she’s never experienced before, not even with magic. 

As her feet slow to a stop, Hanin takes in her surroundings. There are trees circling the clearing, as well as a waterfall that spills crystal clear water into a small lake. Further ahead, two Ghilan’nain statues stand tall and proud. 

A soft breeze caresses her face, warm and gentle in the dimming light. She feels, with a sinking heart, that she’s been here before. 

‘Vhenan,’ someone calls from behind her, and Hanin’s heart leaps. She turns around and he’s there, flesh and bone, still alive and breathing and holding out his hand. Without a second thought, she runs up to Solas and wraps her arms around him in a tight embrace. 

‘I’ve missed you,’ she mumbles into his neck. ‘I’ve missed you so much.’ 

He staggers a little, but quickly regains his balance and hugs her back just as tightly. ‘I’ve missed you too, my heart. Terribly so.’ 

Hanin pulls back just enough to look into his eyes and cup his face in her hands. ‘You’re back. I can’t believe you’re actually back,’ she murmurs, more to herself than him, tracing the shape of his eyebrows and nose with her fingertip. She doesn’t want to stop touching him, doesn’t want to let go lest he vanishes again.

‘I came to see you. I know I left so suddenly.’ 

‘You didn’t even say goodbye.’ 

‘I know. Ir abelas, vhenan.’ Solas takes her hand in his, brings it up to his lips and presses a soft kiss to her knuckles. ‘There’s so much I didn’t tell you.’

‘Can’t you tell me now?’ 

He squeezes her hand, looks into her eyes apologetically. ‘The time we have is short. I’ll be gone soon.’

Hanin’s fists instinctively clench around the fabric of his shirt. ‘Please.’  

Solas’ hands covers her own, soothing her. 

‘I know you seek answers, and you shall have them, in time.’

That does very little to ease Hanin’s concerns. ‘Can you guarantee those answers will give me comfort?’

‘I can’t. It is not for me to make such a promise. I’m sure you understand – you too, as the Inquisitor, have to make difficult choices every day. You can’t always please everyone. Someone has to be let down in order for things to move forward.’ His face falls a little. 

‘Yes, but does it have to be me, Solas? Of all people?’ 

‘You’re the only one who would understand,’ Solas replies, his voice softening as he cradles Hanin’s face between his palms. ‘Remember when I erased your Vallaslin? It was right here, in this clearing.’

Hanin nods, her eyes meeting Solas’. ‘You told me I was beautiful.’ A sob threatens to tear its way through her throat, but she swallows it down. ‘And then you put an end to what we had.’

Solas closes his eyes, gently brings their foreheads together. Hanin feels his thumbs swiping over her damp cheeks, wiping her tears away. She tightens her hold on him, desperate to feel his warmth, but he remains lukewarm. 

It’s only then that she notices. 

‘This is a dream, isn’t it?’ she murmurs, her voice faltering. The vibrant colours, the sounds of the water, Solas’ body lacking its usual warmth. It all feels so real, it has to be an illusion. 

‘It is,’ he confirms. His voice is laden with sadness. 

‘Where are you, Solas?’

‘Far away.’ He stares into her eyes. ‘Though never far enough to not be able to reach you in dreams.’ 

Hanin lets out a choked sob. She’s been hugging and touching Solas with both arms and hands, when in reality she only has one. How did she not notice? 

‘I’ll come to you, vhenan,’ Solas says reassuringly, still holding her close. ‘In this life or in the next, but we shall meet again. This, I promise you.’ 

‘Come to me,’ Hanin whsipers, closing her eyes. 

When she opens them again, the clearing, the waterfall and Solas are all gone. She’s alone again. 

[tartglias]

diluc, kaeya, albedo and childe when they’re in love

“ahh ok i just discovered ur blog and this is my very first ever request to a blog. so uhm can i req diluc, kaeya, albedo & childe headcanons on what they'll do when they're in love? like, will their attitude change when they're around the reader HAHAHA it's ok if u remove a character <3 if u don't want to write it feel free to ignore hehe”

Diluc

Even though you both decided to keep the relationship away from the public eye, it’s not shocking that certain people come and ask if you can deliver a message to Diluc. It tends to be Kaeya or even Jean, whenever the Knights of Favonius are too busy to handle something a little too dangerous. Sometimes it’s even Venti, trying to persuade you to convince Diluc to lower the dandelion wine price.

Whoever the person is, they come to you because they know that Diluc has a soft spot for you. If something catches your eye, expect it on your doorstep the following day. He loves to spoil you, to the point in which you have to tell him to stop gifting you things, and that his love is and will always be enough.

And obviously, they know that if someone can convince him of doing something, that someone is you. It’s amusing how the normal situation switches when it comes to you. If Kaeya approaches him and asks for a favor, expect a very angry Diluc rolling his eyes and turning around, completely dismissing him while trying to not make a scene in front of you and the other costumers at the tavern. But, if it’s you who delivers the message, he just sighs and meditates it, eventually giving in. You see him smile slightly once you quickly kiss his cheek and thank him.

“Why do you always decline these requests but accept them once I ask you?” You once asked, looking up to face him as you cuddled him in bed. His hair was messy and untied, but he still looked beautiful, specially under the moon light.

“Because you’re not annoying” he simply said, caressing your cheek. You stared at him, unconvinced. This earned you a soft laugh from the man beneath you.

“I don’t know, I just can’t say no to you. Which is funny because now everyone knows you’re my weakness” He said.

It was then and there that he understood how much you meant to him. You could ask him to pick up every single Cecilia flower in Mondstadt and he would not hesitate to do it. It was dangerous, and he knew that, but his feelings were too strong.

“Kaeya will definitely use this for-“ “I love you” he said, interrupting you. Your eyes widened and a small gasp left your lips. It was the first time he said the big “L” word, maybe the first time in his life.

“I love you too” you whispered, still in awe from his previous confession.

He kissed you deeper than ever before, transmitting every single feeling he had into the kiss. You meant the world to him. He was in love.

The rest of the night was filled with quiet “I love you”s and cuddles, eventually falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Kaeya

One thing that helped him understand his feelings for you was that he could just be himself.

His past forced him to wake up and put on a facade as the flirty Cavalry Captain that had every person in Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. But you were different. When he was with you, he was Kaeya. No fancy titles, no social etiquette. Just Kaeya. Not only he felt comfortable enough to be himself around you, but you also seemed to like his true self as well. And that’s how he realized.

After long days filled with commissions and some paperwork, he would come home exhausted only to find you already waiting for him. Without need for words, he would wrap his arms around your waist and hide his face on your neck after leaving a small trace of kisses.

“Long day?” you asked as you gently hugged him, untied his hair and started brushing it with your fingers. He would reply with a small “hm” before looking up and kissing your lips.

This sight could confuse an outsider, since Kaeya, with his oh so flirty social title, is usually the one calling out for you or keeping his hands on you at any moment. Kaeya is not afraid to show his love to the world, and he makes that very clear in public. Yet, this sight made him look vulnerable, and that was something he reserved just for your eyes. You made his walls fall down, you made him vulnerable in the best way possible. He felt at peace when he was with you, and that feeling used to be so foreign to him due to the secrets of his past. But here he was, in your arms as he rambled about his day without care in the world.

His attitude towards you in public never changed much, always finding his way to make you swoon and fluster you. He loves to let everyone know that he is yours and you are his. But, once the doors close behind him, he would let his guard down completely with you. He would cling to your body as he seeks for advice or talk about his worries.

“I think that it’s best to ignore Pallad from now on since he always gets-“ you started saying, but noticing how Kaeya was looking at you made you lose your trail of thoughts. “Wh- Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You make me feel better about myself” Kaeya said, snuggling closer to you. He let out a chuckle when he heard you mutter a “huh?”

“You make me feel at peace, and I haven’t felt like that in a long while”

Albedo

Relationships were kind of new to Albedo, he wasn’t certain about the right way to show affection. But one thing he was sure about was that every time you came to visit him in his research room he felt funny inside. Funny in a good way, he felt a sudden urge to hold your hand or make you smile. 

To understand this feeling more, he started doing research on couples in Mondstadt. Was he the only one that felt this way at the sight of someone he cherished? Or was this the beginning of him becoming a monster and destroying the city of freedom at last? Lucky for him, he realized that it was considered normal to smile whenever you see your s/o. 

While he was doing his research, Klee appeared holding one of her treasures. She wanted to show Albedo her newest creation, but instead she found him staring at some old couple sitting by a fountain. She thought it was a strange sight. “What are you doing?” she asked, startling him. “Research” he simply said. “On old people? Why don’t you do a research on me? I’m young! And I have treasures!” “I don’t think you can be of use in this research” he said, sighing. 

It took Klee a while to understand what was happening, but when she did she started giggling uncontrollably. Albedo just stared at her wondering what was wrong with the child. “Albedo are you in love?”

Love, such a strange concept. He read about it, and now that Klee mentioned it, he realized that it made sense. He felt funny every time he managed to make you smile or laugh, and even more when he saw the blush on your face after complimenting you. He realized that the “funny” feeling happened because he loves you. He loves when you visit him, he loves when you ask him questions about his research and when you offer to help him. He loves you.

He immediately started searching for you, he felt the sudden urge to see and tell you about this discovery. Once he found you, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face. You looked beautiful, and you weren’t even trying. You just came back from a commission and your hair was messy, and he noticed that your clothes were a bit dirty too. Yet you looked mesmerizing to him. 

“Albedo! I was on my way to visit you!” You greeted him once you saw him, kissing his cheek. 

“I made a new discovery today, dear.” He said, taking your hands in his. “I discovered that I’m in love with you”

Childe

If there’s something Childe is gonna do, is spoil you to no end. Similar to Diluc, if he noticed that something caught your eye for more than 3 seconds, expect it by your doorstep soon. And don’t even try to stop him, he just won’t listen.

Since he has to go away for weeks due to his line of work, he wants to spoil you so you don’t forget him. Not that you could anyways, you always thought of him and even prayed for his safe return. When he comes back, expect little souvenirs from his travels and stories he may or may not exaggerate a tiny bit.

He loves whenever you wear things he gifted you, and loves to tease you about it. “May I know who got you that beautiful necklace dear?” he would ask with a smirk on his face. “You, Childe” “That’s right, the best for my favorite person in the world”

But his love doesn’t come in material things only, he also loves to spend time with you. There are times that he has to go away for long periods of time, and after a few weeks he starts missing you so much he just has to send someone to pick you up and bring you to him. On those occasions he makes sure to do everything he has to do in the morning so he could spend the afternoon exploring with you.

His line of work is dangerous, and you know that. There are times in which you’re exploring some ruins with him and treasure hoarders appear. In those cases he asks you to close your eyes, and only open them when he tells you to. Under no circumstance he wants you to witness this side of him he tries so much to hide.

Once it’s over, he would reach to you gently and tell you to open your eyes. When you do, the sight in front of you breaks your heart. He was alright, not a single scratch on him, but his face was filled with worry and fear. “I’m sorry” he would say, closing his eyes and taking your hand. “Why are you apologizing?” “I’m a monster” he said, not daring to look at you.

It would take you a few minutes to convince him that he actually is not a monster. Those treasure hoarders appeared out of nowhere, and threatened you. He was just protecting you. “This is what I do all the time, how are you not scared of me?” He asked. You hugged him very tight, not wanting to let go of him until every drop of fear and guilt leaves his body. “I know you would never hurt me”

He knew you were right, he could never hurt you. He may think he is a monster unworthy of your love, but he knew that he could never lay a finger on you. And as you hugged him tight in front of some random ruins you were exploring, he realized he was in love and swore to himself he would do anything to protect you.

[dreamcatcherrs]

can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust 

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves  how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder 

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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[beyondspaceandstars]

congratulations! 📚 could you do promos 4 & 7 from the smut with Natasha Romanoff???

by the way, I hope you have a great day/night!

Brat

Relationship: CEO!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, fingering, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I went a bit CEO!Natasha with this one - hope that’s okay, I thought it lent well! Also, thank you! I hope you're having a nice day/night as well :)

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You really didn’t want to go and Natasha knew this but she was also quite the persuasive one, having such a dominance to her that you could rarely, if ever, say no to.

So, that’s how you found yourself a bit grumpily sitting in the car passenger seat while your girlfriend drove you two to whatever charity banquet this was.

Natasha was constantly getting these invitations being the high-up, fancy CEO that she was and usually you were fine with them. You liked the little appetizers and flutes of champagne. You especially liked your girlfriend parading you around, showing you off to fancy city people.

But tonight just wasn’t the night for you. You had had a ridiculous day at your own job and frankly, you just wanted to lounge around with your girl, maybe order pizza, and have lazy sex. Natasha had shut down your idea, saying she already RSVP’d for you two. Grudgingly, you shoved yourself into a dress and let her whisk you away

Little did she know, though, that you weren’t letting down easily. You had some potential ideas for the night, hoping that maybe — just maybe — you can rile Natasha up enough to keep her focus just on you and not the millionaires trying to network.

Upon arriving at the event, you hunted down the first tray of champagne you could find, taking a swig of the alcohol promptly. Natasha followed your path, stopping every now and then to chat, but once she was free of the schmoozing, she marched right towards you. An arm made it was tightly around your waist.

"What is your problem?" She gritted in your ear just below a whisper so no one could pick up on the tension. Your eyes darted around the room

"Nothing," you responded, taking another sip of champagne.

Natasha scoffed. "Well, you’re acting like a brat." She grabbed your glass out of your hand. You gasped but before you could protest, Natasha asked, "Is this because I made you come here tonight?

You shot her a look before taking back your champagne and finishing it off. "I’m gonna go get another drink."

Before your girlfriend could pull you back to her, you were already on a rampage for the bar. Luckily, no one tried to stop you. Thanks to your relations with Natasha, you had worked up a bit of your own status but it wasn’t like anyone genuinely cared. You weren’t negotiating deals.

You leaned on the bar and signaled for the bartender. You asked for something a little stronger. He nodded politely and got to making the drink. You turned your attention to the freshly polished wood of the bar.

Running a finger over it carelessly as you waited, out of the corner of your eye you noticed someone approach beside you. It was a man you somehow didn’t recognize. He looked very well put-together, almost like he was trying too hard, with his designer pressed suit and hair that could go up in flames from all the product in it.

You tried to ignore him, turning your attention to the bartender who was still at work, but it was hard when the man was not-so-subtly inching towards you. This wasn’t going to go very well, you thought. But you weren’t stopping it.

"In need of something to get you through the night?" The man suddenly asked. Your gaze shot over to him.

"Excuse me?"

He chuckled, "I meant the drink."

As if on cue, a glass was placed right in front of you. You wrapped your hands around it, slowly bringing it to your lips for a sip as you eyed the stranger. He was watching you quite intensely.

You hummed, delighted by the cocktail. "These things can sometimes be…draining."

He sighed. "Tell me about it."

The conversation fell into a lull. You tried glancing around at the other patrons, all completely oblivious to the bar, but just couldn’t shake this man and his eyes which were still watching you. They shamelessly took in the curves of your dress and even lingered a bit on your chest.

Your stomach dropped as you suddenly saw him step even closer, his finger lightly brushing your arm in the process. You froze but still made no chance to dash away. Maybe your goal of annoying your girlfriend tonight was going a bit too far…

"You know," he began, his voice dangerously low, "if you wanted to sneak away for a bit—"

"She doesn’t," Natasha gritted as she suddenly approached you two. You just about let out a sigh of relief as her arm came around your waist, pulling you into her side. You yelped at the action, stumbling a bit, but she held you tight.

The mystery man looked you two over, a bit of a pleased expression graced his face. But he didn’t press further, probably very deterred by the daggers Natasha’s eyes were shooting at him. He collected his drink from the bar and raised it at you two as if in some awkward toast.

"Fair enough, ladies," he said, and then he was back in the crowd, lost in the sea of aristocrats.

You didn’t know what to do now, opting to stare down at your drink.

"What the hell was that about?" Natasha asked.

"I- He just came up to me," you pouted.

Natasha shook her head in disappointment as she began walking you two away from everyone else. You didn’t know where she was leading you until you were roughly pulled into the women’s restroom. It was empty, thankfully, and you heard the turn of the lock as you placed your drink on the counter.

"He just came up to you," Natasha repeated. She was sauntering over, looking very much more like some powerful CEO than your sweet girlfriend. You gulped and gripped the edge of the bathroom sink. "He may have came up to you but I didn’t see you making any moves to walk away."

"Well—"

"And you let him touch you," she scoffed. "Don’t think I didn’t see his fingers on your fucking arm." For emphasis, she gripped the spot he had brushed over. You yelped. "What made you think he could do that, hmm? What, did you forget who you belong to?"

"No, Natasha, I didn’t mean—" You pleaded but she wasn’t buying it.

"I’m not buying it," she said as she roughly turned you around, her back pressing your front into the bathroom counter. "In fact, I think you need a little reminder."

You held your breath in anticipation as Natasha began gathering the skirt of your dress. You knew what she was going to find underneath. And you certainly knew it wasn’t going to help your case.

Sure enough, once your lower region was exposed, Natasha let out a gasp. “No panties? Are you kidding me right now?!”

"Natasha, please—"

"You really are a fucking brat, aren’t you?"

You tried shaking your head but it was no use. Her mind was made as she pressed into you even more, her hand now coming to caress your inner thigh. You whimpered out your girlfriend’s name as her fingers began slowly circling your clit. She chuckled in your ear before collecting some of the wetness dripping from your folds and putting attention back on your clit.

"So wet for me," Natasha murmured. "It is for me, right? Or did that man out there get you dripping like a needy slut?"

You groaned, captivated by the action happening between your thighs. "Just for you," you said as your eyes slowly fluttered. Natasha picked up the pace adding slight pressure as well. You squealed.

"That’s it," she whispered, holding you tighter around the waist. "That’s my girl."

Suddenly, though, she moved her fingers back to your folds where, without warning, she shoved two fingers inside you. You yelped, twisting in her grip. She didn’t even budge. You cried out as the fingers flicked upwards, hitting just the right spots.

"If you want to act like a slut you have to deal with being fingered like one, got it?" Natasha said. Her mouth was practically on your ear, she was whispering so lowly it sent goosebumps up your arms. She was pissed and serious. You were loving it.

"Y-Yes, Natasha." You barely managed to get the words out but your girlfriend seemed very pleased. Her fingers picked up — significantly. A squelching noise now filled the bathroom, coming directly from your wetness which was not stopping any time soon it seemed. Natasha was also taking the moment to make sure her hand was hitting your clit. With every single pump. It was getting overwhelming very, very fast.

You spoke again, "Please, please… I’m gonna cum."

"Yeah?" Natasha mocked. "My little slut needs to cum?"

You nodded your head profusely. "Please, please." The begging was becoming second nature at this point, your only instinct. Natasha seemed very pleased with that.

"Fine," she huffed. "Cum all over my fingers you greedy little girl. And you better scream when you cum. I want every single person, especially that man, to know who’s treating you so well."

Her paced picked up even more (how that was possible you didn’t know) and your body reacted wonderfully. Within moments, you were crumbling like a house of cards. Your orgasm rushed over you as you cried out much louder than you had actually intended. You couldn’t stop as Natasha continued to work you through the orgasm. She didn’t give up until you were limp in her arms.

She chuckled, watching your body practically collapse from pleasure. "Was that good, honey?"

"Yes," you mumbled, leaning into her body. Natasha fixed your dress and brought her hand to caress your cheek.

"Good," she said and placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Maybe that’ll teach you to behave."

Now it was your turn to laugh. "Why would I behave when that’s what I get for being bad?"

Abruptly, Natasha’s hand came around your neck, forcing you to look at her. Her gaze was dark, her CEO stance still very much engaged. "Don’t even tempt me."

You bit your lip teasingly but nodded your head slowly. You certainly didn’t mean it, though, already secretly planning the next time you could ruffle her feathers.

[mvttsvn]

Good Little, Liar

Literal sadist😳Toji Fushiguro x bratty fem!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, ABSOLUTE FILTH,  cussing, reader is a masochist, dacryphilia, manhandling, choking, pain kink, daddy kink, impact play, degrading pet names “whore, slut”, use of “princess”, Toji threatens to kill you like once👩🏻‍🦯, no prep, mentions of blood, stomach bulge, size kink, mind break, dumbification, no aftercare :/, angsty at the end.

authors note: 2k words, UNEDITED holy fuck this was supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away. this is completely self indulgent, it so nasty literally how did I even think of this??? I cannot get this shitty ass dad out of my head... literally just ib this one pic🤒

You convinced him alright. Convinced him so much that he whole heartedly believed he picked up and took home a totally different person tonight. You and Toji and been together a couple of times prior, nothing too serious, went out for a drink, maybe kissed, probably rode him in his backseat. Each and every time you put on your good girl façade, always so sweet, and submissive. Following his each every command. Taking exactly what he gives and thanking him for it every time.

He thought you were sent from the gods, how could he have found someone like you, who fit just perfect under his thumb, so willing to do anything just for his attention. Yet here you were, same pretty little girl, same pretty little face, telling him “no” ???.

You were straddling his lap, on his rough leather couch, the tv lowly played a old movie which by now has left both of your minds. The dim light from the kitchen buzzing due to the bulbs starting to burn out, which completely unfazed Toji, but left you slightly annoyed.

“No?” He scoffed.

You adjusted your hands to fit onto his built shoulders had his began gripping you hips tighter and tighter.

“Nope, I don’t want my jaw to hurt in the morning” you gave him a coy smile, while tilting your head down to stare at him through your lashes.

His right hand came up and  roughly gripping your jaw. “Does it look like I fucking care?” He practically growled in your face. In all honesty he was more confused than pissed, of course he was going to immediately put you in your place, but you had him genuinely concerned, we’re you always like this? Did he do something wrong?? You tried to shake you head but due to his grip you could only move so far.

“Now, on. your. knees.” He released his grip only for his hand to move to the back of you neck waiting for you to comply. You slowly leaned in kissing the scar on his lip to kiss down to his jaw then leaning back up to whisper two little words that could make or break your night, probably both.

“Make me”

the millisecond your breathy whisper hit his ear it was over, you were done for. Say goodbye to you legs you’re probably never walking again.

The force in which he pulled you hair made you shriek. He stood up tossing you over his shoulder furiously stomping into the bedroom. He threw you onto his mattress, you couldn’t help but giggle, this is exactly what you wanted it only added to his rage. He threw off his shirt, then gripped your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed. He was immediately on top of you, his knees digging into your calves holding down your legs, has one hand gripped both of your wrists and the other tightly around your throat. You were already breathing hard due to anticipation but now he practically had you life in his hands.

“What the fuck did you do with my good little girl hmm?” His voice darkened by lust.

“I don’t know who your talking about” you laughed again, his grip tightening around your throat.

Before you could make another comment his knee was pushed up between your thighs has the hand holding your wrist bunched your shirt up exposing your bra. He ripped the right strap off  making you choke out a gasp, then he slid the rest of garment out from under you to throw it across the room. Toji mouth immediately on your breast teasing you to no avail.

“M..m..more” you choked out, you were in no right to be making demands but you really wanted to see how angry you could make him. His only reply was catching you nipple on a canine and biting down hard. You almost screamed, you thought he probably wanted to see you bleed.

He continued his teasing, you wanted to keep this game up for longer but your vision was starting to get hazy from the lack of oxygen. You started pawing at his shoulders, while wrapping you legs around his waist, quietly pleading, “I’m.. I’m sorry... T...oji..I’m...” the hand on your throat let go to harshly slap your thigh making you yelp in pain once again.

“That’s not my name. C’mon what is it?”... you met his harsh gaze, maybe just a little longer... “Toj-“ he slapped you across the face. You didn’t make a single sound but the tears pricking your eyes said enough. Lucky for you, Toji’s into that.

He met your lips in a sloppy kiss shoving his tongue down your throat. You tapped his collar bone silently signaling you needed to breathe, once he moved away he removed his pants and helped you wiggled out of yours.

“Who knew you’re such a fucking brat” he slapped your thigh again watching you squirm. His hand hovered over your already drenched cunt, as he starred right into your eyes. The flush on your chest started moving to you face. Why were suddenly getting all worked up now??

“Are you gonna give in already?, gonna be my good little whore again?”, you wanted to answer no again because he looked so hot when he was angry. The words got caught in your throat and all you could do was nod.

He lightly slapped your clit “Hmm need to hear it little girl, tell me who owns you?”

“you do....daddy” you admitted, you tilted your down, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

His calloused palm came up and caressed your jaw leaning in closer. “Are you sorry? Tell daddy your sorry for being such a brat.” He mocked making a fake pout. “M’sorry daddy, j..just wanted to make you angry.”

“I know you did princess...” He reeled his hand back to full on slap your cunt, squirming up the bed you let out a pathetic whine.

He slapped three, four more times now, and the tears started running down your face. He moved to tuck his face in the nape of your neck, leaving deep red bruises as he moved down your torso.

The muscles in his back rippled as he held himself up but the palms of his hands. God he looked so..big... not sure if he would ever explicitly admit the he liked how he overpowered you in almost every single way...but you liked it too.

There was no way you could’ve played you act for any longer, he would’ve choked you out. And would’ve done it with ease since his hand was bigger than your actual face. You knew how dangerous this was, yet still tilled wanted to play fire, but alas here you were once again, bowing to his every command.

“D..d..ddaddy..p..please..”

“Aw there she is” he lifted his face from you chest giving you one of his sickening grins. “I thought he wanted to play the little bitchy brat huh? What happened?” His voice dripping with mockery.

“N..need..you”

“How princess, you know daddy can’t help if you don-“

“please, PLEASE! need daddy’s cock! ….” you were getting impatient now, was this the most he was going to? you expected at lea-.

The scream ripped from you chest was silenced by the strong hand around your throat in a death like grip. He shoved his whole cock inside your tight little cunt, there was no prep not even when you were on the couch, he didn’t he stuff his fingers in your little cunt to stretch you out. You knew he was big, since the time he shoved his entire cock down your throat but feeling it twitch inside you making you feel like your being absolutely split open on Toji’s cock.

He gave a deep throaty chuckle, you knew how much he was enjoying this. New tears pricked from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, he moved his free hand pinching your clit between his fore finger and thumb, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. The hand on your throat gripped your hair moving so his face was flushed with yours, spatting in your ear, “You don’t cum until I say, understand?” All you could do was whine in response.

“I give you rules for a reason break them and I’ll kill you where you lay.” A threat, empty of not, it had you clenching hard around his dick. You glanced down to where you were connect, to be met with a indescribable bulge in your lower stomach.

Dear god, bless your poor cervix, he hasn’t even started moving yet  and you could feel the intrusion all the same. He started rocking his hips slight against yours, at least he was giving you sometime to adjust, all while staring two lust filled hole into your head as you writhed and whimpered underneath him. He pulled his hips back to pull out but when he’s met with the slightest sign of blood mixed with the milky white arousal coating his dick, he could’ve came right there.

He gripped your hips sinking right back into you making you scream once again. “DA-DADDY..fuck..shit..” the tears running down you face only egged him on.

“So god damn tight, maybe I should never prep you again, if you’re gonna feel like this every time” he groaned. “Such dirty little words, I would’ve punished you if you didn’t already dig yourself a grave”.

The pained moans falling from your lips were music to ears. Profanities fell from his as he continued a rough pace, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb, no coherent thought where making their way to you consciousness. Only daddy, Toji, and cock.

You have gotten numb to the pain but right now you were putting all you effort into not focusing on the way his dick was bruising you cervix, trying so hard not to come just from the way his pelvic bone catches your clit. You didn’t realize he was speaking to you till he lightly slapped your cheek. “Aw look at you, you’ve gone all stupid. Too bad, if you played nice I would’ve let you cum by now.” The malice in his voice made you clench around his cock, squeezing more of your arousal on his thighs. “ at least you’re taking me so well.” His breath hitched as his thrust stared getting sloppy.

“Holy fuck, keep squeezing just like that-“ you saw his abs clench, “remember you don’t cum till I say” his eyes flicked right back into yours you nodded, more like messily rolled your head around. “Holy fuck princess...” he was practically already using your cunt like a toy. With a last few harsh thrust he filled you cunt to the brim with hot, thick cum.

The groans falling from his mouth sounded almost angelic. All you could let out was a low whine met with heavy breathing. The sweat dripping down his toned chest shone from the dim light of the lamp on the corner the side table. He pulled out watching his cum drip out of you down to your asshole and onto his dark sheets.

Your body laid motionless barely opening your eyes to see him move away from edge and walk to his discarded pants. Your brain couldn’t even process this as you licked you’re tongue to wet your now dry lips.

Then it dawned that he didn’t let you cum... that fucker. You couldn’t do a single thing about it.

Because here you were unsatisfied, speechless, practically crippled, staring blankly at the ceiling. As he sat and lit a cigarette on the opposite end of the bed.

Notes: I am so sorry. There’s just something about Toji Fushiguro that I just forget how to function correctly. Um I hope you enjoyed! And that I didn’t rot ur brain too much<3

ps: ppp..ppart 2??? fluff???😏

[holypapaya]

Peaches (Konro Sagamiya x Reader NSFW 18+)

Fem! Reader

Konro and his girlfriend run home to escape the rain. When they decide to eat sweet peaches as a snack.

Warnings: age gap, denial, rough sex, oral play, begging 

Skip to ** for sexy time. 2,000+ words. 

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God, how is she so beautiful? And, how in the hell didn't I notice her before? 

These were the two questions Konro would ask himself repeatedly whenever he took Y/N out on their weekly dates. Unfortunately, the morning was a sweltering and humid day that overwhelmed the Great Tokyo Empire. Konro suggested that they have their date later in the evening to avoid the rain and the burning hot sun. Y/N's clothes hugged her glamorous curves as her skin glistened from a thin veil of sweat. The lantern lights that hugged the walls to local businesses created a soft glow.

Staring at her in awe was not a part of the plan. Well, none of this was a part of any plan, actually. Not even his life plan. They've been dating for a little over a month since Konro first met Y/N. His typical routine trip was to see Seamstress Granny to fix any rips in his uniform. That day he tore his pants while rebuilding Asakusa after the most recent Infernal attack. With his uniform in hand, he walked through the door, the bell ringing as it slid open. Just as he was about to call the elderly woman, he noticed the most beautiful, enchanting woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Konro was so stunned by her beauty that he didn't hear her greet him or ask what he needed to be done. Since then, he’s gotten to know Y/N well over time.

Before running her Granny's store full time, Y/N would visit Asakusa three times a week to help around. That’s why Konro found it unbelievable that he never noticed her before. Honestly, it was probably because of the increase of Infernal activity, but that was no excuse in his mind. Y/N stood slightly taller than most women in the empire and was curvier than other women too. Her full breasts always pulling at her shirt and plump ass tight, giving a slight jiggle as she walked. Despite all of this, Konro still towered over her. Don't misunderstand this, though; he is dating her not for her body but because he earnestly enjoys Y/N's company. Y/N made him feel things he hadn't felt in years or even within his lifetime.

Y/N's thumb gently rubbed the back of his bandaged hand as they held hands while walking down the street. Y/N was smiling greatly as she continued to talk. Konro wasn’t exactly the talkative type, so hearing Y/N talk brought him immense joy. The self-proclaimed hermit has found a friendly, outgoing puppy to love day in and out. Being with Y/N even made Konro feel young again. He's heard that having a significantly younger girlfriend can change a man's energy levels, but Konro didn't expect to feel this young. Especially his sex drive.

Being overwhelmed with work duties almost made him forget what a sex life was. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. This was his routine for many years. However, when he was younger, Konro always managed to find time to "express his sexual desires" is a polite way of saying it. In other words, straight-up fucking. But as the years flew by and seeing Benimaru become captain of the 7th, Konro had more distractions, to say the least. With Y/N, it was different, though. She sparked something deep inside of him. In his many years of life, Konro never had the animalistic urge to make a woman cry, scream and mess them up during sex as much as Y/N.  He almost had the chance too. Almost.

Last week, Y/N and Konro decided to go back to base for some privacy. During that time of day, mostly, everyone would be out making rounds or going out to eat, so it seemed like the perfect time. Right in front of him, Y/N laid bare. Her head bobbing up and down his shaft, her right hand moving in sync with her head, her left hand gently caressing his hip. Konro's deep blue eyes stared at Y/N, hypnotized by her beauty. Carefully, he placed his hand on the back of her head, adding a slight pressure, silently asking her to deep throat him. Which she happily obliged. That's when he heard it -the Infernal alarm. Y/N's eyes grew wide as she met Konro's. She released his now soft dick from her mouth as she watched Konro get up and hurriedly dressed himself.

It's only been a week since they've last had time for each other. Yes, they would greet each other outside or maybe have a small lunch if they had the time. But, they were never truly alone, just two people immersed in a chaotic world. Konro couldn't help but think  about if he would ever get a chance to redeem himself. He could kill a man at this point to see Y/N's lush body naked in front of him again.

Y/N let out a sound of confusion, "Konro, I think it's going to start raining," she looked up at the sky after feeling something damp hit her face.

"Hmmm," he mused, still lost in his train of thought.

That's when he felt it. A sudden shower washed over the both of them. Y/N pulled Konro by his arm, leading him down a side street. 'Let's go back to my place,' she called back behind her. Konro followed her, watching droplets run down her soft skin.

'Please, one more chance,' Konro chanted in his head all the way to her apartment. As they entered the one-bedroom, Y/N handed Konro a fresh towel. Then, she walked over to the refrigerator, asking her boyfriend if he liked peaches.

** "Yeah," he said, watching her pull out the fruit and a knife to cut it. Y/N cut the delicate fruit in half, pitting it, and proceeded to slice it. With every movement, her hair stuck to her neck and shoulders. Konro walked over to Y/N, pushing her damp hair to her shoulder, exposing her neck and collar bone. His calloused fingers massaged between her shoulder and neck. He saw goosebumps wash over her skin and grinned to himself. Leaning forward, Konro kissed Y/N's jaw and noticed a slight coat of pink on her cheeks. Y/N pushed a peach slice towards his lips. As Konro was just about to take a bite, Y/N took it back and put half of it in her mouth. She looked up at the older man with what he thought was a look of innocence and lustful hunger.  Y/N offered the other half of the peach that was sticking out of her mouth. With his large hand, Konro tilted her jaw up and took in the fruit.

On Y/N's bed, Konro propped himself up on his forearms to make sure not to put his total weight on Y/N. She laid beneath him in nothing but her bra and underwear. Konro was already halfway undressed with only his pants remaining. They kissed each other for a long time. While feeling his tongue slowly go in and out of Y/N's mouth, Konro imagined his cock doing the same thing inside of her. Konro continued to grind his hard cock into Y/N’s clad pussy.

Y/N let a long feminine sigh followed by a moan, feeling pressure onto her wet lips. She gently ran her nails down his abdomen, feeling his chiseled abs, before finally reaching his belt. She pulled at the material, hoping to touch his dick directly. Just the thought about touching it again caused her pussy to throb with excitement. Konro released her mouth from his and grunted in her ear,

"Not yet, baby," Konro nibbled on her earlobe, "Just wait a little longer. I'll treat you just as good as you treated me last time".

Konro moved Y/N's bra strap down her shoulder to have access to her collarbone. Then he nibbled and sucked until he left a light mark on her skin. Konro snaked his arm behind her back, unclasping her bra. Removing the material, he threw it onto the floor. Konro grabbed one of Y/N's full tits in his hand, gently but firmly. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, causing Y/N to inhale sharply. Frustratingly slow, Konro then started to suck her nipple, flicking it now and then. Y/N whined in frustration how Konro was still dressed.

He released her nipple, and while undoing his pants with one hand, he still massaged her tit with his other. Konro smiled down at Y/N almost wickedly as he watched her flushed face looked directly at his crotch. He kicked off his pants with one swift movement and found his way to Y/N's underwear, taking it off. Konro pulled down the thin material, excitement further boiling in him, realizing how wet Y/N was. She wasn't just wet but soaked. While kneeling, Konro grabbed her slender ankles, bringing her legs over his shoulder. Y/N's glistening lips in direct view of his face, and of course, his mouth. With a big lap of his tongue, Konro tasted Y/N's pussy greedily. He wasn't just licking her but also sucking on her drenched lips and swollen cit. Slurping and sloshing filled the room.

Y/N stared at Konro hazily, pleasure surging through her distracting her from any thought. She gripped her sheets tightly as her moans echoed. Seeing her boyfriend liked this not only made her feel wanted but happy. Konro has always been a very giving man. He gave up everything for Asakusa and Benimaru. So when the demon Infernal came, Konro didn't have to fight it alone. Instead, he chose to, for a simple but heroic cause. To protect the people he cared for. So seeing him eating her out hungrily and groping her body greedily made Y/N realize that Konro could express what he truly desired. He could tell her what he wanted and how he wanted it openly. Of course, in Konro's mind, he was primarily doing this to pleasure Y/N, but Y/N enjoyed seeing a different side of him.

Taking one last swipe at her clit, Konro lowered her legs, peering at his lover. A deep shudder swept across his body as he saw Y/N's face. Her cheeks flushed pink, lips slightly parted as her eyes stared at him dreamily—her chest lifting with every breath she took. Y/N looked absolutely decadent. However, she wasn't ready yet. Only eating her out wasn't going to be enough to stretch her for the pounding of her lifetime. Again, he grasped her lips with his own, tongue snaking into her mouth. Y/N let out a feminine sigh as her eyes fluttered shut as she was engulfed with pleasure. Her arms found their way around his neck, holding his closer. Carefully, he lowered his weight onto Y/N, causing her to open her legs further.

One hand trailed down her abdomen, finding its way to Y/N's sweet drenched hole. He flicked her inner lips teasingly before sticking one digit in. Next, he curled his finger upward, finding her g-spot. Y/N ended to kiss to arch her back in pleasure. Konro chuckled at her reaction, slowly rubbing the inside of her pussy.

"Just a little longer, baby. I need to open you up cause you're so tight."

He inserted another finger. He spread the two as far as they could, expanding her walls. Then he would bring them back together rubbing the top of her velvety walls. This went on in a pattern, almost like he was massaging the inside of her pussy. His rough fingers thick fingers felt so right inside of her. But there was something else that she needed with urgency. Something else belonged inside of her. Y/N grabbed his thick biceps, her head turning to the side. She bit her lip, begging Konro.

"Kon, please, please-"

He ignored her pleas, "Are you gonna coat my dick with your cum like you're doing with my fingers," he felt her walls tighten around him.

"Yes, I wanna cover your dick with my cum. Please", Y/N cried.

"Say my name, the way I like it."

God, he's so cute, Y/N thought to herself.

Looking at Konro softly, she said, "Kon-Kon."

Konro smiled with satisfaction removing his fingers.

He wrapped Y/N's thighs around his waist as he watched her quiver. Cock in hand, he rubbed the tip along her slit. Y/N's juices slicking his thick tip as pre-cum drooled out of Konro. Then he gently pushed his cock into her slowly as her walls stretched around him. Konro tilted his head back, moaning, feeling Y/N's velvety warmth grip around his pulsating member. Then, as Y/N let out a cry of pleasure, Konro stayed still just for a moment, letting Y/N get used to his length.

 Gently, he caressed Y/N's face with his large hand, cupping her cheek. Konro rubbed her lower lip with his thumb. 

"See, baby," he practically purred, "You're so wet you took me in one thrust." 

Konro shallowly thrusted into Y/N's tight pussy wanting to see her reaction. Y/N rubbed her cheek into his palm, letting out a soft moan. To Konro's surprise, Y/N opened her mouth slightly, inviting his thumb inside. Then, she gently sucked. Konro took in a sharp breath, feeling his cock twitch with excitement. His Y/N was always full of fun surprises.                  

 Y/N released his thumb, eyes glazed with sexual desire, "Kon-Kon, I'm ready."

Say no more.

Konro pulled his cock out before slamming back into her. Y/N dug her nails into his back as her eyes widen with surprise. She felt a knot in her stomach as her pussy clench down on his thick cock. She couldn’t hold back her voice anymore. A load cry escaped her lips. Konro looked his lover with a sensual but firm gaze. He was in complete control. He was the dominant one. Each thrust reached further and further back to her cervix. 

Y/N’s loud moans matched the rhythm of each thrust, echoing in the small apartment. Her pussy aching in the most pleasurable ways. She moved her head to side as Y/N felt her body heat up further. Konro gently cupped her cheek again, turning her gaze over to his. 

“Look at me, baby.” 

Oh no. That was a fatal mistake. 

Y/N felt her pussy clench as Konro’s deep blue eyes met hers. The slight curve of his dick ran over her G-spot mercilessly. His body warm, skin soft, muscles tensed. How did Konro go untouched for so long? There had to of been someone in the whole empire that tried to sleep with him. It’s unbelievable that no one had tried.

Y/N gently wrapped her arms of Konro’s thick neck, bringing him closer.

“Kon-Kon. Hold. Me. More. Go. Deeper. Please”, Y/N moaned between each thrust.

Konro smiled, kissing Y/N’s forehead. How could he say no to such a cutie. She even said ‘please’. Konro wrapped one arm around Y/N’s mid back, clutching her body to his. As his thrusts became deeper and wilder, Konro cooed soft nothings into Y/N’s ear as her pussy tightened and her moans grew louder and louder. Then her body grew tense, a small gasp leaving her lips. Y/N’s urgent moans came to a stop. Konro felt the wet walls that cloak his cock spasm as his girlfriend’s body arched up. Y/N dug her face into Konro’s shoulder, orgasm ripping through her body. 

Swiftly Konro removed his dick to coat Y/N’s soft abdomen with his cum. He placed soft kisses all over Y/N’s flushed face, asking her if she was okay. Konro knew he wasn’t a small man, both in height and cock-wise. He cared about the well-being of his little puppy. Y/N ran her fingers through his jostled hair as she kissed his neck. 

“You can go rougher, you know.”

Konro smiled. Noted: can go rougher next time.