#i'll return when i can 🫶

[markanddebbie-protectionprogram]

BROOOOO SHE'S SO PRETTYYYYY

[norrisleclercf1]

i heard someone was in need of poly requests and i was summoned. anyway, this idea has been stuck in my head for days so i'll gift it to u😘

basically its pre-established polyship with lestappen and each of u are CONVINCED that the other two are dating (angst and pining ensues) sisksnsiekmwhswej but do with this what u will

oki bye bye love u nat🫶🫶

A/N: I don't normally write misunderstood trope, but honestly I'm loving this but I'm going to take a little spin on Max and Reader dating and flirt and tease Charles all the time, couple times you teased, and the one time he took you up on your offer

"You have a very small waist," Max comments one day, Charles jumping out of his skin, Max's voice brushing his ear, which has Charles stumbling forward and blushing. "I'm sorry what?" Max smirks, leaning over the railing as you giggle from your seat.

"You're waist, it's so small and perfect, really tiny when my hands are on it." Max lips turn upwards and Charles forgets how to breath as he'd get strike down with lighting with the image that just popped into his head. "Oh, I um....oh," Is all Charles can say in return which has you giggling. He can't help but let his eyes trail down noticing the small red between your legs and his eyes immediately snap back up to yours.

"I have to go!" He blurts and rushes off leaving you and Max, as you two watch him like he was prey.

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"Charles?" Your voice floats to him with so much ease he hates that you could whisper in a club and still know where you are. "Yes, chaton?" He quickly turns to you, forgetting his drink at the bar as you two stood in some fancy party. "Max left, I was wondering, would you be okay with driving me home?" You ask, fingers trailing up his arm which has him shivering.

"Why did Max leave?" He blurts, mind rushing so fast as he tries not to go weak in the knees from your perfume. "I don't know," You shrug your shoulders and lean into Charles, your breasts being pushed against him, he has to look away quickly to stop himself from getting hard. "Look, can you give me a ride home or not? Because he has to fly out soon, and I can't get out of this dress myself." Charles groans in the back of his throat and bites his bottom lip.

"Oh saint doux putain." He groans as he feels your hips push more into his. "Fuck, sorry I can't." He moves and bolts away, choosing to ignore the way Max was standing at the exit and watched as Charles ran.

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"Cold!" Charles yells, as Max screams and sprays the champagne all of Charles. This was the only time Max wasn't angry about being second, seeing Charles squirm and be sprayed with champagne was a glorious thing. "Oh fuck off, you love being sprayed in the face, don't you?" Max whispers in Charles's ear which has the Monegasque groaning, picturing himself on his knees and between Max's legs.

"You're right, I do. But only for you," Charles whispers, which has Max stumbling as they take the picture and Charles chuckles and gives a pat to Max on his ass. "See you later, nice race." Charles winks and walks off leaving Max reeling and a very noticeable bulge in his race suits.

The fans go wild.

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He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't hold himself together anymore and he was going crazy. You "accidentally" sent him a picture of you riding Max and he knew exactly where you two were.

Storming up to the hotel room door he knocks loudly, breathing hard, only in his boxers and t-shirt as he was woken from sleep. "Charles?" You're shocked to see him there, but he doesn't care and tugs you into his arms and kisses you hard. A clash of teeth, tongue, and moaning.

Shoving you into the room he kicks the door and picks you up dropping you on the bed. Max smirking as Charles tugs off his shirt, glaring at the two of you. "This is what's going to happen, I'm going to fuck you hard and deep that just looking at me your pussy can still feel me inside you. And you," Charles glares which has Max smirking, all in his naked glory.

"You're going to let my suck your cock and then fuck me because I can't handle this. And then in the morning I'm taking you both to breakfast and then we're done with this little dance, deal?" He asks and you whimper seeing him this way.

"Deal," You both say.

You got a really big noise complaint about your room.

[benkeibear]

⋆꙳✧༄ Cupping their cheek

꒰ ͜͡➸ Soft fluff blurbs of how they react to you cupping their cheeks ♡

❖ Characters: various jjk men

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! | Just something smol for now, I'll be back to my regular fics and long hcs shortly 🫶

Toji will at first grunt when you cup his cheeks and he might even roll his eyes but upon seeing the sweet smile on your face he won't pull away, eyes closed as he relaxes into the warmth your palms provide. When you trace the scar on his lips with your thumb you can feel his breath relax, allowing you to take care of him.

Gojo will smile brightly when you cup his cheeks, his hands gently resting on top of yours before he makes you squish his cheeks together just to hear your cute laugh. He will cup your cheeks right after, just looking at you with that smug expression before leaning in to kiss you.

Geto will give you the smallest "hm?" possible before relaxing into your hands, thinking you're holding his head still to remove some food from the corner of his lips or to smudge away the lipstick stain you might have left behind on his cheek but he wouldn't mind to stay in this position for a moment longer, feeling held.

Nanami will look at you with a straight face but you can see his eyes soften and his jaw unclench for once. He finds peace within your embrace however small it might be. If you smile at him or tell him to take a deep breath before confessing your love to him he will give you the most precious smile and kissing your palm while thanking you for being his anchor.

Higuruma will smile lazily when your palms touch his cheeks, his own hands cupping your face in return. "And now?" he asks amused and relishes the way you nuzzle against his broad palms before bringing your face closer so he may kiss your forehead before gently kissing your lips.

Yuuta will look at you with the begging puppy eyes, a little "yes, love?" slipping from his lips, wondering if you tried getting his attention and he didn't notice before. When you tell him you just wanted to look at his handsome face he will blush ever so slightly and chuckle, not trying to get away from your gentle hold on his face any time soon.

Choso will give you his full attention when you cup his cheeks, no matter what he was doing previously. He's looking at you like you're the center of the universe and it feels like time is slowing down around you two. His gaze can't help but flicker to your lips, hoping you'll kiss him while holding his face like this.

Sukuna will flinch away but leans back into your palm with an exaggerated huff about how you're lucky that he tolerates you. His face feels warm against your palm and one of his eyebrows remains raised, waiting for an explanation to your antics but your thumb caressing his cheek before your lips grace his are answer enough. He won't pull away for as long as your palms caress his cheeks.

Mahito will nuzzle into your hands like an over excited puppy before gently biting the flesh of your palm just underneath your thumb. "You're a foolish one to do this. But that's why I keep you around" he chuckles, teasing you about the way you willingly put yourself in danger by touching him but he would never harm his most precious human.

Yuuji will give you the big round eyes, his entire attention on you and his body visibly relaxing before leaning into one of your palms, eager for your thumb to caress his cheekbone in the way you always do. The word to describe his gaze would be love struck, utterly in love with you and craving your gentle caress as if this would be the last time he ever gets to feel your love.

Megumi will roll his eyes when you cup his cheeks and his face remains straight, emotions unreadable to you but the way he's not pulling away and his shoulders slowly slouch tells you enough. He's enjoying the moment despite not speaking up - perhaps not wanting to spoil this moment of softness.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

[buzzinrusso]

PILLOW //Alexia putellas xpregnant reader

REQUESTED BY: @virgeouse3896

Prompt:Alexia being protective and hating your favorite pregnancy pillow

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 🫶🫶

Fluff

You and Alexia have always wanted children. From the moment you started dating in 2019 , you couldn't imagine a future with wife and kids with anyone other than Alexia, and Alexia, in return, made sure to prove to you that she also couldn't agree a life without you.

Your dreams of having a family with Alexia only intensified when she got down on one knee with a beautiful princess cut ring and an even more beautiful smile on her face

One year later, in November 2023, right before the world Cup, you fell pregnant . It was yours and Alexia's dreams of a family come true, you were both obviously over the moon with the discovery of your pregnancy,

sure, it had took you guys a while to tell both of your families, 20 weeks to be exact, but both sides were extremely happy for you. , Same with both of your friend groups and alexia's teammates.

After finding out that you are pregnant, Alexia has made it her personal mission to keep her eyes on you 24/7, that includes you going to all her games, except international ones where she made sure to face time you every moment she could, taking you with her for team bonding ,sometimes taking you with her to training and physio sessions.

That's why you were here right now, sitting in alexia's friends and families box with her mom and sister with your 7 month pregnant stomach uncomfortably sticking out.

Barcelona were playing against Chelsea and Barcelona were losing 0-1 , your could read your wife's frustration from where you were sitting, she, and the rest of the team,was very clearly irritated with the current score, especially after Alexia scored a goal that was not counted.

The match was nearing it's end, Barcelona were slowly but surely losing hope in scoring the last two minutes, the dear that they had lost quickly setting in for some players.

The final whistle blew and as the Chelsea player celebrated, the Barcelona girls were taking g a cool down lap, meanwhile Alexia was making her way to the barrier to get you down so you can go with her to the locker room.

You wife spotted you with her slightly teary eyes and sprinted into action to go and get you down. She had don't this multiple times, whether it was a Barcelona game or a Spain game.

She spoke some words to the security guy that then made his to you and took you to where Alexia was waiting for you by the tunnel.

The first thing she did when she saw you was pull you into a bone crushing hug as you murmured sweet nothings into her ear.

"How's our little girl? " Alexia asked with a soft face , she then meant down and kissed your bump slightly before going up and capturing her lips with yours I'm a passionate kiss.

"She's okay, what about you? Are you okay? " you asked with a worrisome tone.

"I'll be okay, I just need you and our little girl to be not disappointed of me"

"Alexia, I'll always be more than happy with you, your my wife, the mother of my child, the love of my life, of course I'll never be disappointed of you. " you replied

With that, Alexia attention quickly diverted back to your bump and then to the clearly heavy bag you were carrying.

"You shouldn't hold that! When we get home. E your going immediately to the couch or bed because you need to rest! " she dragged you to the locker room that was half empty as all the girls left, grabbed both of your stuff and dragged you to the car.

When you got hope, you sort of hobbled to the bed you and alexia shared and threw your self on.

Alexia took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom to start her daily talks with your daughter. Yes, the daughter that was in your stomach.

She strongly believes that if the baby can hear her, she can talk to her freely as she will memorize Alexia voice and won't be surprised by it when she is born.

"Hola, mí niña... " the next 20 minutes were spent like this with you chiming in every couple of minutes.

You would never admit it but you loved when Alexia did stuff like this.

Later, you turned off the light and went to hug your body sized slightly tilted pillow which felt like that most comfortable thing at the moment, which meant turning your back to Alexia.

Alexia hated that damn pillow.

[noxtivagus]

I'M SO EXCITED FOR MORE FF

[rillian4e]

Scara with an s/o thats completely insatiable out of nowhere

Like before his s/o would be tired after maybe 3 rounds? But on one random day theyre like supperrrrrr insatiable

As in its been 10+ rounds and they still want more hehe

Scenario please!

Ooh, I like this! Thank you for the ask, anon🫶

cw: nsfw fem!reader, penetration, use of degrading petnames, rough, sub!reader, dom!scaramouche, dacryphilia, spanking, not proof read.

———☆★———★☆———☆★———★☆——

Scaramouche was amused, he'd never have thought that you, his s/o who usually was completely spent after 2-3 rounds, became so needy. Not to say that Scaramouche is complaining, it's quite the opposite. He found that arousing, incredibly so.

It has been so long since you two started, you couldn't remember what orgasm this was, nth, eighth? It was all blurry as only the desire of release overwhelmed your senses entirely. Your legs draped over Scaramouche's shoulder as he fucked himself into your abused hole, "Hhnn... You're— so, so needy today, what's gotten into you? Nevertheless, let us see when you finally break." not registering his words as his cock hitting your sweet spot was all you could think about, you had been hot and bothered all day long for him, it was until after you two returned within the confines of your home that he finally caved in, punishing you for acting so needy when you were in public.

It certainly surprised him, he was a puppet, he could go on for days but he was used to being done after a few rounds and then cleaning you up afterwards, this though was a pleasant surprise to him. He saw it as a challenge to try and see how long it will take till you break. One of his hands reaching to play with your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, twisting and biting the bud, your body was all the more sensitive.

When he sees the tears well up in your eyes, he smirks, pushing himself even deeper inside your hole. His hand rubbing small circles on your swollen clit before spanking it, making you cry out, your legs trembling from the overstimulation.

Soon you found yourself cumming all over his cock, when Scaramouche thought you'd be all exhausted and beg him that you can't take anymore, but it was the opposite. "Mhhf~! Aa-ah! More...! More, please..." the words that reached his ears made him grin, he is going to give you just that. "You want more, yeah? Seems I'll have to fuck you dumb till you can't even speak, you want that, huh?" He laughed when he saw you nod, your cheeks a rosy hue, your cunt squeezing around his cock even more. Of course, he couldn't just deny his sweet little darling, could he?

After all, you were so obedient, taking him so well... He had to give you what you wanted, and so he did. The room filled with wet, squelcing sounds of skin clapping, his cock buried deep inside your used cunt, you don't remember how long it's been, you feel as if you can't take anymore but want even more, Scaramouche only cooing faux sympathy at you, telling you how you can take it and how you wanted this. "Hm, is my little whore already tired? No? Well, you will be when I'm finished with you." you were tired, yes, but hearing his words only made you wetter, the way he manhandled you with no care excited you, you will definitely want more of this in the future, even if you cannot walk days after.

[ddejavvu]

grumpy beefy mando falling for soft!reader in her “grandma era” - all she wants to do is crochet, bake and frolic around the galaxy with mando and grogu 🫶🏽

"He doesn't like hats."

You glance up at Din from where you're testing a length of crocheted stitches beneath Grogu's chin, ensuring that the hat inspired by the local flora of the forest planet you've found shelter on won't fall off if he gets too rigorous in his play.

Grogu coos beneath the flower hat, but whether it's in agreement or protest you can't tell.

"He likes this one," You decide, when the little green terror before you doesn't fight as you maneuver his ears through their designated slots, "And he doesn't have to wear it if he doesn't want to."

Your fingers slip the little white button through the slot you've left in the band, and the hat is secured around Grogu's chin; the cutest little flower you ever did see.

"Oh, honey," You gush, scooping the child up and tucking him into your arms, "You wanna see your hat? C'mere, let's look."

You crouch in front of the tree stump that Din has settled on, holding Grogu up to the man's beskar chest plate. It's freshly polished, but not completely reflective, so at the right angle, Grogu catches a blurry, slightly distorted version of himself in a very pink hat.

His legs are still too small to kick in excitement, but his arms pick up the slack, flapping about while copious amounts of baby babble streams from his mouth. Evidently he's pleased with your handiwork.

Din stays silent while he offers his armor up for Grogu's viewing pleasure, but the child's hands soon find the soft strap beneath his chin and tug.

"I told you he didn't like hats..." Din murmurs, not to be cruel, but to fill empty space in the air when your shoulders deflate slightly.

"I thought he'd like it if it was softer," You hum sadly, helping Grogu take the button out of its clasp so that he can tug the hat off of his head, "I just figured he didn't like the helmet you gave him because it was uncomfortable."

As soon as you've freed Grogu from the confines of his flowery prison his hands slap against the shiny metal of Din's armor. He takes the child out of your hands but Grogu keeps his hat tightly clutched in his fist, and, with valiant effort, pushes the hat into Din's helmet, insistently cooing something that sounds suspiciously like buir.

Your giddiness returns, and you circle Din like a hawk, "Oh, you want your buir to wear it? Let's see," Amidst Din's protests you balance the too-small cap on his helmet, and he stills if only to save the hat from slipping and dying a muddy death on the ground below.

"It doesn't fit me." He grumbles, body stiff as he keeps it balanced on his head. Grogu seems pleased with his buir's new headpiece, squealing and showing off his newly-emerged teeth in a grin.

"I'll make you a matching one!" You declare, snatching the hat off of his helmet to give him the freedom of movement again, "Grogu, baby, what color should Din's be?"

"Bah!" Grogu decides, and your steps still where you're racing back towards your shelter.

"Uh... how about purple?" You suggest, and another resounding 'Bah.' is all the encouragement you need.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hiiii♡

Can I get Scummy scara with F!reader who has strict parents pls?👀

Love ur writing btw❤️🫶

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Scummy Scaramouche. Smut. Cunilligus. Fingersucking.

Hello there ❤️ Thank you so much.

When summer came, and classes concluded, everyone returned back to their homes. Which meant you lived under your parent's roof. Their roof, their rules.

They had the famous no boys after dark rule. Scaramouche being who he was had sneaking in through your bedroom window down to a fine art. He made not one single noise when he climbed through your window. He even shut it quietly.

That was all the courtesy he gave to the situation though.

Honestly, the thought of getting caught by your parents in the middle of the night being too loud from the pleasure his tongue or his cock was giving you as you tried to stifle your screams excited him.

Scaramouche's hands held your thighs apart, his thumbs skimming teasingly on your inner thighs. Your legs shook from the sensation of his tongue swirling around your clit. You clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, bucking your hips up into his mouth. Your clit throbbed when he latched his lips around it, his fingers tightening on your thighs as he held your cunt against his mouth.

You nearly bit the palm of your hand, the ball of his tongue piercing pressing on your clit. It was taking everything you had not to cry and beg for him to let you cum.

"Sluts who don't cry don't get to cum," Scaramouche purred, smirking up at you. He tapped his fingers on your inner thighs, continuing his assault on your clit with his tongue piercing.

Reaching up, he took your hand off your mouth. Scaramouche couldn't wait to see your expression, tearing welling in your eyes as you let out soft, pleasured whimpers. Seeing you fight to hold them back made him groan into your cunt, sweeping his tongue inside of you.

He swirled it between your walls, scraping his piercing along them. Your walls fluttered and clamped gummy around his tongue. The sob desperation you choked back sounded heavenly. It only made him more driven to make you cry for him.

Scaramouche grinded his throbbing cock against your mattress, swearing he would cum untouched just from good you tasted. "Don't you dare," He hissed, his hand reached to grab yours to prevent you from covering your mouth again. "I'll tie your hands above your head," He just might anyways.

Your eyes widened, and you felt wetter and somehow tighter on his tongue just from hearing him threaten to tie you up. "What a slut," He groaned, grinding against your mattress again.

You put your hand on the back of his head, pushing his mouth onto your cunt. Scaramouche's eyes rolled into the back of his head, holding your thighs apart as you attempted to close them around his head.

Scaramouche gave your clit a firm suck, making your back arch, your legs shaking as you rolled your hips up. He prodded his tongue piercing teasingly at your sopping hole before reluctantly sitting up.

He didn't wipe his mouth before he kissed you. He wanted you to taste yourself, his tongue dominating your mouth. He swallowed your moans, pushing his cock inside of you inch by inch.

Tears fell from your eyes. You whimpered when his cock slowly kissed against your sweet spot. Pulling out to the tip, he thrust back inside of you all at once. Scaramouche's teeth bit at your lower lip, feeling every throb of his cock between your walls.

You buried your face into his neck just in time to muffle your loud cry of pleasure. "That's it, let it all out," He purred, his hand stroking your hair as you nuzzled into his neck.

How firmly his cock was nudging into your sweet spot was starting to make you sob with pleasure. "You sound so sweet," He groaned, increasing his pace. You could feel how driven he was in his thrusts.

It was like he wanted you to wake your parents up.

It was getting harder and harder to hold them back, loud moans beginning to escape you as your orgasm started to tighten in your core. "Aww, is my precious girl gonna cum?" He taunted, his hips snapping into yours.

You nodded against his neck, writhing on the bed as you clung to him. God, what Scaramouche wouldn't give to see the looks on your parent's faces, his cock slamming inside of you, hearing you sob while you creamed on his cock.

"Cum for me, pretty girl," He groaned, snapping his hips into yours. How good his cock felt resting against your sweet spot made cum suddenly ribbon inside of your, his body shuddering with pleasure. "Fuck," He hissed loudly, "you are going to cum all over my cock like a whore, aren't you?"

"Mhm," You cried out into his neck, his degradation making you come undone. Scaramouche moaned huskily, feeling your release gush out on his cock.

Scaramouche slowly fucked you through your orgasm. He didn't stop pounding his cock into you until your whimpers and moans had quieted somewhat.

Pulling out of you, he scooped up some cum that leaked out onto his fingers. "Good girls don't waste a drop," He said, smirking as he pushed them into your mouth. "If only your parents could see what a submissive slut you are," He laughed as pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth.

He could've listened to you choke on them all night.

[dilvuc]

henlo! can i request clingy multiple hsr charas after their beloved is going on a business trip for two weeks? the reader is male, and i hope that you will be okay if i request it to be long, love 🫶💐

(*if you can't make it long, or don't have the feeling to, I'm fine if you make it short! 🌹)

❝WHEN THEY GET CLINGY WITH YOU❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: when they get clingy

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jing yuan, dan heng il, blade, dr. ratio, aventurine x m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: they get clingy with you after you return from your business trip after two weeks

╰┈➤ JING YUAN

“Jing Yuan. It was only a two week business trip. You really miss me that much?” you sweatdropped as you held the clingy general in your arms. jing yuan has his arms and legs wrapped around you tightly with his face buried in your neck, “Two weeks without you is making it hard for me to concentrate. If I were to let go of you, you might leave for good.”

you sigh and pat the male on the back, “You’re overthinking it…”

“He has been calling me by your name and clinging onto me like I'm a cat.” yanqing sighed, “Thanks aeon you're back.”

“He’s such a man-child.” you deadpanned. ever since you returned, jing yuan stayed close to you at all times and never wanted to keep his eyes off of you.

╰┈➤ DAN HENG IL

“Dan Heng…” you sweatdropped. dan heng hummed, “Hm?”

“It was a two week business trip.” you said. the dragon-hybrid nodded, “I know.”

“Then…” you trailed off as you turned your attention to dan heng's tail wrapped around your waist, “You wouldn't mind removing your tail…?”

“No…It's safe this way.” dan heng declined. it's crazy that he's being clingy without you telling him that he's being clingy. it was a two week business trip. dan heng wouldn't let you go or let you out of his sight. how cute….

╰┈➤ BLADE

now, this is when it gets wild. after you return to your two week business trip, blade become more possessive of you. why is that? he has been keeping his close eyes on you and been following you. plus, whenever you try to get up to go somewhere, he just grabs you by your arm and asks where you're going or says that he'll join you.

“Blade. It only happens once…” you sweatdropped. blade clenched on your arm, “Two weeks was long enough…”

“Geez. You're clingy…” you deadpanned.

“Shut it.” blade scoffed.

“My, look like you can't go on a mission anymore, [Y].” kafka chuckled. “Let me say this, Bladie misses you a lot. It's quite oblivious. He has been muttering your names while you were on a trip.”

“Ah? I wasn't expecting someone like Blade to miss me or to be so clingy.” you mumbled. silver wolf snickered, “He kept your cat look-a-like in his room. The trailblazer says it's Ruan Mei’s creation.”

“Is that so…?” you sweatdropped. not like you didn't notice, you spotted that creation staring at you in the corner. it's cute, but it's giving you the creeps. blade glared at the women, “Do you two want a blade in your neck?”

╰┈➤ DR. RATIO

“It was a two week business trip and I have returned just like I texted.” you said.

“Hmph! You said you'll return in 15 minutes, but you arrived in exactly 18 minutes and 35 seconds. You're late. This is unacceptable.” ratio glared at you. you sighed, “I only stopped by somewhere to get some snacks. I haven't eaten when I arrive.”

“You're a moron. How did I even partner up with an idiot like you…?” the male rubbed his temper.

“You suggest that we should be partners…” you deadpanned.

“Still. I only partnered up with you so you wouldn't do anything stupid. I had to keep you on track. Don't take it personally.” ratio huffed.

“Whatever. I'm heading out.” you waved as you about to walk out, but dr. ratio stopped you by grabbing you by your wrist, “Wait! Where are you going?”

“Somewhere.”

“I'll go with you. Wouldn't let a moron like you do anything stupid.” dr ratio suggested.

you sighed, “...Are you saying that you wouldn't want me to leave because you think I might go away forever?”

ratio flinched, “W-what give you those ideas?! I'm only doing my job!”

“You're such a liar…You're becoming clingy now?” you snickered. ratio growl with a red face, “Shut it! I'm not!”

“Oh-ho~ You never wanted to go anywhere with me before. Why now?” you teased. ratio hit you on the head with his book, “S-silence! An idiot like you doesn't know that!”

“Just say that you miss me~”

“Should I smash you harder with my book in your fucking head?”

╰┈➤ AVENTURINE

“Me? Clingy? It was a two week business trip. Nothing more…” aventurine chuckled, brushing off your words. you hummed, “Mm-hm. Then…why are you so close? You don't usually get in my personal space.”

“Hm?” aventurine hummed in question. yes, he was close to your liking. he must've sneaked into your room and slept next to you in your bed and now he has his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You sneak in, didn't you?” you deadpanned. the blonde snicker, nuzzling his face in your neck, “What gives you that idea…?”

“You're being clingy without saying that you are. Just admit it.” you sighed.

“Just admit that you miss me.”

“Shhh. Let's go back to sleep.” aventurine beamed, trying to go to sleep. gosh, you can't understand this guy…

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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[megistusdiary]

ARLECCHINO WITH A BREEDING KINK?? moans

FINALLY someone wants to discuss arlecchino...thank you ♡

all i remember from fontaine was anytime she was on screen or being discussed!

she's called "father" too, and DAMN that made me go hmmm 😇😇

for her, it's allll in the way she speaks to you about it. she's leaned down, whispering only into your ear about filling you up and making you hers ♡

can she get you pregnant? no, but by the archons, can she try!!

just for you...i write a little drabble of arlecchino breeding kink 🫶 on the house

breeding kink thoughts with arlecchino ✧.*

dom!arlecchino x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap penetration (sub receiving), mating press, breeding kink, praise

your eyes flutter shut with the way she has you completely pinned beneath her. you really can't do much other than simply take it...take her.

"you're mine, aren't you? say it." arlecchino orders, and you, of course, comply.

"yours, yes! i'm yours!" you pant as she presses you down even further. you can feel her pushing her strap deeper into you. from this angle, she can hit the spongy spot she knows you both love so much. it renders you a little whimpering mess and gives her quite the view.

arlecchino grunts softly as she forces the thick strap in and out of you, your clit pushing on her pelvis as you whine up at her for more.

she trains her eyes on the sight of you wrapped around her tightly, your own slick gathering near the base of her faux cock. possessive feelings bubble up inside of her as she imagines the white ring around her being made of her cum mixed with yours. the thought of filling you up entirely, of filling you up with her.

her hips push harder, deeper at the thought, and you whine, gripping her toned biceps, bringing her back down from the clouds.

"can you guess what i was thinking about, doll?" she breathes into your ear, her voice husky as you let out a breathy sigh in return.

"mm?" you ask, eyes shutting again as your head tilts back.

her lips press against your forehead, trailing back down to the shell of your ear. "wouldn't it feel so good if i could fill you up myself, hm? mark you as mine inside and out?" she asks. there's a teasing lilt to her voice that you're not yet too far gone to notice.

you lean up to look at her, lips slightly parted with interest.

"oh? you liked that, didn't you?" before you can say anything, she's moving her hips teasingly. "don't deny it, sweet girl, i felt the way you sucked me in when you imagined it." she tuts.

"want it...need it..." your pleas sound downright adorable to her. the perfect combination of needy and pathetic.

"a shame that i can't, isn't it?" she asks, not expecting a response. instead you surprise her by reaching up to dig your nails into her back, tugging her closer, pushing her strap impossibly deeper as you wiggle your hips to rub your clit against her. "oh, doll..." she smiles almost wickedly, leaning down to kiss the corner of your lips.

she pulls away quickly before your lips can even process the sensation to chase hers. you look completely debauched as you mumble to her, begging for her to fill you up, to mark you as hers.

arlecchino coos at your fucked-out form as she pistons her hips faster, accurately as your whines increase in volume uncontrollably. "that's it. come on, sweet girl. come for me, and i'll have you full of me."

[neverinadream]

I'm Made For You

Summary: If there's one thing Mason is certain of, its that Y/N was made for him.

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Honey (Are You Coming?) - Måneskin

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, dom!mason x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, princess, good girl...) praise kink, a small daddy kink, elements of dd/lg, degradation kink, reader is called a whore, breeding kink, big on themes of ownership, body appreciation, nipple play, biting, scratching, slapping, anal play, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex, facial, cum play, cum eating, aftercare, not edited

Notes: me posting a mason smut just as @kepamount returns, seems like fate to me 🤭 once again, this man has got me writing filth, seriously, i need to study him to understand why he has me like this. anyway, couldn't think of summary so that's the best you're gonna get. feedback is always appreciated, so please give some, it really means a lot when you do 🫶🏻

"Look at that," Mason groans, watching his cock brush through her folds. Y/N continued to rock her hips, grinding her cunt softly over his cock, whimpering each time his tip pushed against her clit. "Fuckin’ pretty, baby," he grabs her hips, moulding his hands to their shape, "just sitting there between those pretty lips."

"Feels so good," she whimpers, rubbing the tip of his hard cock against her clit. The pleasure tingled through her body, a moan shuddering from her lips as her whole body shivered.

"You like that, princess?" He caresses her thigh, the tattoo, the head of a stag, its antlers intertwined with her birth flowers, gaining his attention. The ink on her body made her the world's rarest piece of art, and only Mason had the pleasure of viewing it. "Does it make you feel good?"

She nods. "Yes, daddy."

"And what do we say when daddy makes his little girl feel good?"

She grins, biting her lip. "Thank you, daddy."

She dips to kiss across his chest, going from one side to the next, each one soft, purposely teasing him. He waits, his body burning from the anticipation of her next move. A soft whimper rolls off his tongue when she flicks her tongue across his nipple, gnawing at his bottom lip to cage his reaction. When she lifts her hips, he takes a deep breath, just to release a sigh of frustration when he doesn't feel the familiar warmth of her sinking onto him.

"Fuck," he grits his teeth, hissing as she bites down on his nipple, "no more teasing - need to be inside you."

"Beg for it."

A low chuckle ripples through his chest. "I don't beg for anything, princess."

She squeaks, his hand tearing away from her hip to grab her by her chin, dragging her mouth down. He takes control of her in a messy clash of tongues and teeth. Spit drools down her chin when he pushes her away, his cock pulsating against her cunt as he takes in the messy display. Lips swollen. Expression ablaze with pleasure. Nipples perfect and pebbled, waiting for him to tug, twist, and sink his teeth into. And all his.

"Gonna give me what I want?" He asks, running his thumb over her bottom lip, taking her mouth as she parts her lips on a moan. "Or do I need to take it?" He presses the calloused pad flat against her tongue, pushing his thumb back until he starts to feel some resistance. The intrusion makes her gag, but he keeps going, keeps pushing until her nails her digging into his chest, telling him to stop. "That all you can take?" He mocks her with a pout. "Maybe daddy's little girl needs a bit more training?"

She shakes her head. "I'll be a good girl."

"Go on then," he encourages, tipping his head back on a groan, Y/N notching the head of his cock, swollen red with a buildup of pre-cum, against her entrance. He grips her hips tighter, taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with the air she steals as she sinks onto him. "That's it," he grunts, watching the first few inches disappear, "just taking it all like a good girl. Fuck-! That's so fucking hot!"

"Feels so good," Y/N whimpers, lifting her hips and sinking slowly back down, feeling her body stretch as she takes another inch. She keeps going, lifting her hips and sinking back down, taking him inch by inch, until she bottoms out. The feeling of fullness has her looking down at the point where their bodies were joined together. "I was made for you," she says, goosebumps rising on her skin as she feels him throbbing inside her, "made to take you, made to please you. I'm no one else's. Only yours."

"Only yours," Mason repeats, soaking in the warmth and the wetness of her cunt.

She dips, hands caressing his chest, her mouth slotting against his, moaning into his mouth as she rocks her hips back and forth, fucking herself the full length of his shaft. He bites her bottom lip, both of them sharing a grin as the metallic taste of blood burns on their tongues. He pulls away first, aligning his first and middle fingers with her mouth.

"Suck 'em," he orders, panting, his chest rising and falling on a deep breath as she takes the full length of his fingers into her mouth, "get 'em nice and wet for me."

She bobs her head, swirling her tongue around the digits, moaning at the traces of herself she can taste on his fingers.

"That's it," he groans, prying his fingers from her mouth, a string of spit still connecting the two. She quickly wipes it away.

His hand touches her ass, grazing softly over the soft globe of skin, and between her crack. The tip of his finger rubs around the puckered rim, inviting and teasing him to touch. Y/N draws in a sharp breath as he pushes against the tight muscle, whimpering as she grabs his shoulder and rocks back onto him.

"Doing such a good job f'me," he coos, sinking his finger inside. His tongue rests against his bottom lip as he parts his mouth, watching in awe as her face twists with pleasure. "Nice deep breaths," he encourages, withdrawing his finger and pushing deeper in, "that's it."

"So good," Y/N moans, tipping her head back, "and so deep, and so-" She yelps, his teeth pinched around her nipple, tugging at the sensitive bud.

Her hand leaves his shoulder and fists her fingers deep into his hair, caging his head against her chest, pressing her breast to his mouth. "Yes-! Just like that!" She grinds her hips, squeezing her eyes shut as a new wave of arousal gushes onto his cock. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!"

He flicks his tongue back and forth over her nipple, working in tandem with the finger pumping in and out of her ass. A groan sounds as she tugs on his hair, the sharp temporary pain trailing down to his cock.

"Close, baby?" He pulls off her nipple with a loud pop. "Gonna come for me?" He withdraws his finger, ignoring how she whines at the emptiness and caresses his hands over her hips; soft, beautiful skin moulding under his calloused hands. "Lean back for me," he instructs, "I want to watch my pretty girl's face as she comes."

Beads of sweat stick to her skin, slowly trickling down to the base of her neck, from where her hand travels down to her breast. Her fingers pinch and tug on her nipples, the corners of her mouth twisting upwards as the little act has her cunt clenching. He watches her do the same with the other, watching her lips part on a silent moan. The slit between the seam was small, but he knew there would be just enough space for him to slip his tongue into her mouth, to taste every bit of her.

Mason grunts, his cock twitching as she tightens around him. He knew her body, knew when she was about or close to coming. "That's it," he mumbles, hardening his grip, "chase it, baby!"

"Need it so badly," she sobs, pressing her hand back into Mason's thigh. He hisses, her nails stabbing into his skin. "So good!" Her head tips back on another sob, tits bouncing, and hips grinding faster as she feels her orgasm buildup in the pit of her stomach. "There-!" She squeals, grabbing his other thigh with her other hand. "Fuck-! I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah?" He gives her tit a soft slap, enjoying the way it bounces back to him. He does it again, and then again, each slap a little bit harder than the last. Every slap makes her whine and every slap pushes her closer to the edge. "Gonna come all over daddy's cock?"

She bites her lip and nods her head. "Daddy's cock feels so good!"

"You're dripping all over me," he groans, the base of his shaft glistening every time it withdraws from between the walls of her cunt, "so fucking wet and warm! Just perfect for me to breed." Her eyes light up and a chuckle rolls off his tongue. "You'd like, wouldn't you?" He gives her tit another slap, the sound echoing through the room. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" She's panting now, forcing the words out of her mouth as she forces the air back into her lungs.

"You need it, don't you, princess?" He thrusts up, the tip brushing repeatedly against the spot that has her thighs clamping and her walls clenching. "To be treated like a whore, to have your pussy bred, and to be reminded of who owns you?"

"I-"

"Shush," he interrupts her, "I already know the answer is yes."

He sits up, wrapping his arm around her waist, pressing her firmly against his chest. Dipping his head, he licks the sweat off her neck, moaning as the salty taste bursts on his tongue. Every inch of her tasted like heaven. His mouth trails up the column of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses and sucking on her skin, all to tease out broken cries and ragged breaths.

She moans, feeling his hand come between their bodies to squeeze her sore breast. His thumb rolled over her nipple and caressed the underside, groaning at her softness.

"Please," she begs, the ache in her stomach becoming unbearable to last any longer.

"Come for me."

He wrapped her legs around his waist, binding the two together until there was no space or room left between them. Not even the air could fight its way between them.

"Do it," he encourages, his nose pressing into her cheek, the scent of sex, honey and vanilla on her skin. He rocks up into her, hands splayed across her back to keep her from squirming off his lap. "That's it, there you go," he coos, bucking his hips harder, his balls knocking against her bum, "my little girl's taking daddy's cock so well for me." She whimpers at the words leaving his mouth. "C'mon, cutie, just let out," he squished his hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit in hard circles, "gush all over this cock."

It's the last thing she needs to hurtle over the ledge.

The world around her had disappeared, it was just her and the body she was desperately clinging to as pleasure rocketed through her. She dug her nails into his back, scratching down, not hearing Mason hissing in her ear as she pierced the skin. She did feel the way his body throbbed for her, the momentary pain shooting straight to his cock. He could've blown right there and then, but he wasn't done with her yet.

She goes limp, lazily kissing the crook of his neck, nuzzling her face against him. "Wanna suck my cum off your cock, daddy," she whimpers, grinding her hips in slow circles, relishing the last of her high.

He gives her ass a soft slap as she climbs off, crawling to lie down. "Look at you," he grins. admiring her for her eagerness, "don't even need to tell you what to do anymore."

She matches his grin, listening to his feet pad heavily against the bedroom carpet as she waits with her head hanging over the edge. A second later, he comes into line with her vision, his eyes fixed on her, and his cock bobbing next to her head.

Bending down to kiss her, Mason pulls hard on her hair, stuffing his tongue inside her mouth as she gasps. There's nothing sweet or caring about it - just another way of claiming her.

Pulling away, he turns his attention to his cock, wrapping his hand around the base and stroking it a couple of times. A groan rattles around in the back of his throat as he squeezes his fingers tightly around the head with every upstroke, and he has to froce himself into slowing down.

"Open up," he murmurs, tapping the tip against her cheek. She does as she's told and he slides the smooth length of his cock between her lips. "Fuck, baby!" His eyes flutter shut, head tipping back on a silent groan. The angle wasn't new to either of them, but it still amazed him how far he could push back. "Just-Just take it, baby," he grunts, setting a steady rhythm, "take all of it."

She moans around him, eyes straining to look up at him, finding his jaw fixed with tension as he concentrated on fucking her mouth.

"Play with your tits," he mumbles, reaching over to slap her left breast, "give me something to look at." She replaces his hand, tweaking and pulling on her nipples, or pushing them together. "So fucking pretty," he praises, switching to slow thrusts, watching himself bulge inside her throat, "it's like you were born to suck cock."

She hums around him, squeezing her thighs together, feeling her wetness running down them.

"Who does this throat belong to?" He asks, his hand framing the side of her face, holding her mouth in place.

"You, daddy," she mumbles around him.

"And these tits?"

"You, daddy."

"And this pussy - open your legs - whose pussy does this belong to, Y/N?"

"It's yours," she mumbles once again, gagging on his length as he pushes further, "it's all yours."

"That's right," he speaks in a low voice, so low that Y/N almost misses it.

She whimpers as he withdraws from her body, leaving a faint taste of herself behind on her tongue. "Mase-"

"Stay like that, princess." He uses her spit as a lubricant, quickly jerking his hand up and down his cock, it throbbing in his hand as he feels his balls tighten. "Daddy wants to come all over that pretty face."

"Please," she begs, trailing her hand down her belly to play with clit, "please, come all over my face!"

The corners of his lips curve into a half-smile, his nose scrunching as he finally does. "There-!" He jerks his wrist faster, shooting drops of cum onto her mouth and chin. "Take it," he grunts, his thighs and bum both clenching, his hips rutting into his hand, "it's all for you!"

His movements slow down, fingers squeezing around the tip, as the last drops spill out onto his hand.

"Let me look at you," he says a second later, beckoning her up onto her knees.

Her eyes were beginning to look tired, her lips swollen, and the skin around her neck blotchy with hickeys. Parts of himself were there running into her mouth and dripping off her chin.

"My best yet," he mumbles, moulding his hands around her face, dropping to kiss her mouth. He moans, tasting himself on her lips and herself on her tongue. "Wait here," he pulls away, "I'll go get a cloth."

She flops back onto the bed, the ghost of a smile creeping its way onto her lips. She can hear the light switch in the bathroom being flicked on and the sound of the tap running before both are quickly turned off. The bed dips as Mason returns, running the warm cloth up and over her legs, and gently between her thighs.

"You did so good for me tonight," he whispers, dipping to kiss her belly. She shivers, trailing her fingers through the back of his hair. He keeps kissing up her body, cheekily flicking his tongue over her nipple, before stopping at her neck. "It wasn't too much, was it?" He asks, wiping the cloth against her cheek. "I didn't hurt you, or anything?"

She rolls onto her side, half straddling his thigh as he tosses the cloth and lies down. "No, Mason, you didn't hurt me," she shakes her head, caressing her hand over his chest. Her hand comes down to his Champion's League tattoo, tracing the bend of the dragon. "I think you love me too much to hurt me."

"I do," he agrees, circling his arm around her waist, "I love you so much, Y/N. Never forget that."

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[starillusion13]

Our Girl

request: "can you do san wooyoung and y/n in a poly they have nsfw and and they love each other but they dont know it until one of them say they like the other two"

Pairing: San x reader x Wooyoung

Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers, Smut

Warnings: they are caring bestfriends to you😫, mention of insult in public by your toxic crush, lots of kissing, fingering, big San, big Woo, crying, thigh slapping, breast play, praising, comfort, aftercare.

W.C: 4.1k

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated. Spread love not hate. This fic is so and so for me Ik😔.

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE POST🔞

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"What happened, y/n?" San asked you from across the room as soon as he saw you entering the house from the front door. You had a grumpy look on your face visible and almost kicked your shoes aside before placing the bag on a chair and plopped on the chair couch.

He had called you earlier on your way back home and you didn't reply like usual and you were eager to cut the call. And it's very usual for your best friends to ask you about the thing that was torturing you and making you so  dull.

You leaned back and rested your head, closing your eyes as you sighed deeply.

A hand entangled in your head started caressing your scalp and you smiled and hummed to the touch. The hand movements made it clear of the owner of the sweet gestures.

A small smile resting on your face and the man behind you patted your cheeks, urging you to speak.

"I don't want to talk." You said angrily.

"Where were you?"  Wooyoung detached his hands from your scalp and stood in front of you.

"Look at me, y/n." He crossed his arms and stared at you. You refused to look at him and shook your head.

San chuckled and stood up from his place and stood beside his bestfriend. They knew very well that you were exhausted and grumpy with something. After all, both of them being your best friends since college life and also roommates since then made you three closer with each other.

You always felt glad to get them as your bestfriend because they treated you like their own family and of course you tried to do a lot in return as well. Today they have returned early from their workplace.

It's very much clear that they don't let anything happen to you or let anything to slide if that something is causing you problem and now when you are exhausted and snapping at them. They wouldn’t leave the spot unless you are confessing everything.

San crouched down in front of you and caressed your hand, "y/n..." his voice was a scale lower than usual and it was demanding but still you were choosing to close your eyes and ignore them. After all, you wanted some rest after having the worst day of your life. "Wooyoung is asking you something."

"And I said I don't want to talk. Please keep quiet. My head hurts so bad right now."

To your blind vision, San nodded towards the standing boy and the other was quick to go back into the kitchen. San patted your hand and smiled, "it's okay. You don't have to talk with us. But please go and get fresh. I'll prepare a bath for you."

You felt hurt when you heard his soft and caring voice towards you. They didn't do anything then why were you ignoring them. They were just trying to help you out with your situation and trying to lift up your mood. You mentally scolded yourself that if there were some other people then they would have left you long back for your behavior during your down times.

Your eyes flutter open and quickly you noticed how he was still on the floor but his gaze was on you. The look was very endearing but there was something he was hiding. Your mind and eyes are really playing with you today.

"I'm sorry. But Thank you, San."

He shook his head and stood up, "come on. Don't say sorry. You are disturbed with something and it's okay to be like this with us. I don't mind. But come fast upstairs, I'm preparing the bath for you." He patted your cheeks and with hurried steps, he disappeared towards the stairs.

Craning your neck, you saw a familiar back of a figure in a black tshirt and trouser busy in the kitchen. You pressed your lips and went into the direction to find him placing some boxes on the countertop.

He looked up and smiled, "y/n?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. But are you okay? Where were you though?" He asked you before placing the last item in the corner and leaned on the counter.

"Oh...don't ask about that. It's a nightmare to be in today's situation. Please Woo, don't ask me this again."

He shook his head and stared at you," no y/n. If you don't share with us then how come we'll sort out the problem. You know very clearly how I hate seeing you like this."

Taking a grape from the bowl, he swat your palm before taking it away. "Go wash your hands."

Rolling your eyes, you took the water bottle, "I'm just going to freshen up. Eating a grape wouldn't have matter much." After a small gulp of water, your throat felt like to cool it down.

His eyes followed your every movements until your eyes met his, "what are you looking at? I know I probably look like a shit right now."

"You look beautiful...always." He whispered the words but loud enough to make it audible for

you. You smirked and as soon as you were going to reply him, San called your name from upstairs.

"Gotta go." You laughed when he shook his head at your dramatic exit. But you could hear him say loudly, "come down fast or I won't be keeping any food left for you."

"Oh you will! You know how much I love your cooking."

Your hurried steps could be heard by both of them and the moment you entered your room, you could see San standing with folded hands and staring darkly at you.

"Why were you running? I told you so many times not to run in stairs, it's risky."

You took off your jacket and placed it on the bed and put your phone on the table after plugging it to charge. You smiled, "don't scold me as if I'm a baby."

"Yes you are. You are my baby."

"What?"

"Now come on go inside. The food will be getting cold if you don't hurry up. And that doesn't mean to run down the stairs. Take the bath quickly."

You shoved him out of your room when he was sticked to his spot and scolding you and telling you so many things at once . You had it enough of him and you didn't want to hear a single word more from him.

.

.

.

You were humming a song when coming down the stairs and your gaze fell on Wooyoung and San sitting together on the sofa. They were having some conversations between them and so you tip toed over to the place and stood behind them.

"Boo!"

"Oh gosh!" "Who?!"

You laughed out loud when you saw their surprised faces and you leaned to the sofa for support while laughing. They watched you in disbelief but soon little smiles spread across their faces.

"Y/n."

"So you are scared of ghosts."

San shook his head and nudged the other to follow him while he replied you, " no we are not scared of ghost. It's called getting shocked with sudden surprise."

"Huh! Deny deny. I have seen the look on your faces."

They were arranging the plates on the table and you helped them with bringing the foods over there from the countertop. The smell was already making your stomach growl. They saw your excitement when you noticed they have made your favorite foods.

"Is this because I was snapping at you both earlier?" You asked them and quickly took a bite of the meat. Your eyes lit up.

San nodded and Wooyoung proudly walked to your side and pinched your nose, "yes. I know that only food can make you happy."

"Oh you know me too well. Thank you so much."

"The mixed rice is made by San. He was learning to make it last since Wednesday and finally he made it happen." San smacked his head when he revealed his attempts.

"Thanks. You both are blessings in my life. I don't know what I would have done without you two." Wooyoung sat beside you and San across from you. They both noticed your sigh in the end of the sentence and they exchanged looks.

"Y/n." San called your name in a low tone. You quickly looked up but your hands and mouth was still working on to feed yourself. "Where did you go? Why are you so down?"

Wooyoung quickly added to his sentence "Please tell us what happened."

You chewed the food and gulped a bit of water from the glass, " that guy I mentioned to you yesterday asked me to meet today over dinner after working hours."

They nodded and urged you to continue and so you did while looking down at your plate, "he didn't ask me to spend time with him but for his worst intention. He called over some of my university students and insulted me in front of them. he made fun of me of how once I have proposed him." you brushed back your hairs and sighed again, "it was long ago but still he had to mention it."

San grabbed the spoon tightly in his hold, clenching his jaw with the thought of how to commit a murder. when his eyes locked with the other boy in the room, he noticed he had a similar look on his face like him.

Wooyoung turned towards you and his heart ached when he saw tears falling down from your eyes and San was watching you from across the table. you wiped off the tears and smiled at them before putting a piece of meat inside your mouth, "I should've known before that he is an asshole. it would've been better if I had proposed one of you."

the words randomly came out of your mouth that you didn't notice that the two boys who were keenly listening to you had their ears perked up. proposed to them? the sudden awkward and silent atmosphere got interrupted by your unusual laugh. Wooyoung had an amused expression at your poor attempt to hide your shyness and San urged both of you to eat.

he was waiting for the dinner to end.

No one said anything regarding the last words came out of your mouth but you could feel the tension in the atmosphere when laying down on the couch in the living room after the dinner and both of them sitting near you. San was sitting on the space at the very end of the couch near your feet and Wooyoung was sitting on a chair. both of them staring at you.

you were laying comfortably but when you feel two pairs of eyes---of your bestfriends on you, you rolled your eyes before raising your brows at them, "now, what's up with you two?"

"what do you mean by proposing one of us?" San was the first one to raise the topic. you chuckled and paused the video on your phone and replied, "oh that's nothing. forget about it."

"Y/n...did you see what happened to you when you didn't listen to us about that guy? whenever you ignored us, you got yourself in a new problem." he stated and rested his palm over your ankles. that was a common gestures and you were used to their often skin-ship but today his sudden touch made your body shivered.

you switched off the screen and sighed, "I know and I'm sorry."

"Look y/n. you don't have to be sorry for that but atleast let us know what is bothering you."

Afterall, he is right. they do so much for you and in return, you cant even tell them your problems.

you glanced at both of them and closed your eyes, "It might sound weird but I...have feelings for my best friends. please I know or maybe don't know if you both have girlfriends or boyfriends or anyone but it's just i had to tell you to take off this feelings away from my heart."

you bit your lips and cursed yourself again. is this going to end your friendship between you three. No, right? oh gosh. what have you done? you inhaled sharply and pulled your legs to get off the couch but you got halted.

Someone grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs straight. your eyes fluttered open and you looked at him confused but the look on his face was so unpredictable. it was dark yet somewhere a caring and protectiveness was surrounding him. you looked towards your side to find Wooyoung standing with crossed hands over his chest.

"It's not weird to have feelings for someone so obvious." Wooyoung stated and stared at you darkly.

you blinked, "what do you mean?"

"Y/n...if i say the feelings are mutual." he said and glanced at the boy sitting beside your feet. you looked over to him as well to find him nodding at his words.

"Are you serious? really?"

Wooyoung laughed at your wide eyed look and crouched down beside you to flick your nose, "yes baby. so what do you say? shall we?"

"shall we what?" you tried to get up but Wooyoung pushed you down by pushing down your shoulders against the leather. "what?"

San chuckled and shook his head, "Woo... not now."

are you thinking right? they are wanting the same thing like yours right? come on...its been so long you have get off yourself and you have never been laid off. but what if they want something else and you are just depicting the situation in a wrong way.

"Please...it's now. I want it now." you whispered the words to them. they both stared at you after hearing it.

"Do you know what you are asking for?" San's grip tightened with the words from his mouth. Your anticipating eyes and the way you licked your lips when slowly nodding towards them made him lose his mind.

Wooyoung chuckled and you looked at him, "you are asking for something which can change every dynamic of this relationship." You again nodded at his words.

You grabbed his wrist and squeezed it, "I know...please."

The way you looked at him, as if you lured him towards you and he was quick to attach his lips onto yours. A lot of thoughts were storming inside your mind but the top of everything was that your best friend was kissing you. You agreed to kiss—to do everything with your best friend.

He had immersed himself into the moment but you were staring at him, your palms resting on his cheeks, entangling with his hairs and smoothing over the neck and then when you felt a separate set of hands fondling your thighs. You were gasping for the lack of air but the one kissing you had no intention of leaving you at anytime soon.

You pulled him away from you and you breathed heavily, "I would have died of lack of air, Woo."

His laugh echoed inside the wide room and he kissed your cheek. San leaned forward to hovered on top of you. The movements caused your top to ride up a little exposing little part of your stomach. San smiled at the sight and kissed on the exposed flesh making you giggle and he soon pressed his lips on yours. His kiss was sort of hungry than the other one. He was alternating between kissing your jaw, your throat and cheek. His palm over your breast squeezed it lightly, earning low moans out of your mouth.

"Y/n...if you continue making those sounds then I might have you in such a ways that you can't even think of." San whispered into your ears while resting on top of yours.

"Then have me like that." You said and smirked at him.

He chuckled and pecked the tip of your nose, "you are so bad, baby."

You smiled and felt him pulled you upwards with him to let Wooyoung sit behind you. He hugged you from behind and snuggled in your shoulders and murmured sweet praises in your ears. You patted his head with one hand and San kissed your other one which was intertwined with his.

"Is it your first time?" San asked you before slowly pulling down your short and caressed your thighs. You nervously bit your lips and shyly nodded.

A nervousness appeared on your face and they both noticed your sudden change in behavior. And Wooyoung kissed your ears, "what happened? Do you want me to stop? Just say it, y/n."

"No!" You quickly denied. "It's just I don't know if I can handle this or any."

San cupped your cheeks and smiled, "it's okay. We won't cross the limits. Just two for us okay?"

"Hm..."

Wooyoung's hand disappeared under your top when he unclipped your bra to feel your breasts got loose in his hold. He bit your neck and kissed away the pain. You were so lost in the moment that you didn't notice San had put aside your panty to insert a finger when you gasped.

"It's okay, y/n. You are okay." Both of them praised you. San groaned when he felt you clenching around his finger. When he felt your sensitive skin filling up his fingers with slick, he smirked and added one more fingers and started pumping at a higher speed.

"Oh gosh! Just look at her face, San. She is already done with just fingers. How will she last with us inside her?" His laugh echoed in your ears.

"Stop it!" You whined and San chuckled, "do you want me to stop?"

"No! I mean I can take you both. It's just...feels too good."

"Really?" He increased his pace and Wooyoung pinched your nipples and massaged your breasts. Your chest heaving up and down. San noticed your attempt to close the legs around his hand but he held them apart, "don't or I will stop."

"No no please more...please more..I.. I"

"Are you close?" He asked you and you nodded. He slapped your thigh, "use your words."

"Yes yes...please..."

He detached his hands from your core and pulled down his own pants to reveal his hard member and red tip poking at your vision. You gulped at the sight of the size and he noticed your eyes focused on it and ruffled your hairs.

"Can you take it?"

"I think so..."

He pecked you before slowly entering you. You cried out in pain for the sudden stretch. San first had a concern etched on his face but quickly pulled out.

"Are you okay?" He brushed your hairs and cupped your face to look at your teary eyes.

You nodded, "yes...please San."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded and first he entered just the tip. Your breath hitched and you whimpered. Wooyoung cooed at you and grabbed your chin to pull you in a kiss to distract you from the pain. Your palms tightly clutched San's shoulders and he hissed when your nails digging in his skin because of his sleeveless tshirt.

San moved your attention on him and increased his pace when your previous orgasm returned again. You couldn't take him properly but he didn't mind, he was just concentrating on you. He wanted you safe.

Soon, when he felt you clenching, he was sure you were near to come and groaned before pulling you in a kiss. He was both hungry and desperate for you. His thumb rubbed circles over your clit and you whined.

The look on your face when the orgasm hit you was enjoyed by both of them. San groaned at the sight of your blissed out expression.

"You look so hot like this. I can't stop myself."he said and leaned back. “I love you baby.”

“San.” You shyly called his name and he moved your chin up to look at him, “say it pretty.”

“I love you too.”

Wooyoung turned you around when the other one pulled himself out after riding out the high.

You were still in a daze because of the previous activity and he rested your head on his shoulder, stroking your hairs, "it's okay. Take breaths." His other hand pulling down his pants down and soon you felt his tip poking your entrance.

His gestures were always sweet and he was taking time to let yourself relax before he could have you. You hummed in silence and sighed.

He soon felt your breaths were normal against his skin and he used his two fingers to scissor you and painted the walls with your slick. You moaned to his touch and he pecked your nose.

"You are so cute..."

You kissed his shoulder then his neck before facing him in front and pecked his lips. He smirked at you, “it’s seems like you are enjoying this too much.”

“Please…woo…please.”

He caressed your cheek and you snaked your hands around his neck when he slowly entered his tip inside you. When he saw a green sign, then inserted his whole length, stretching you out. He kissed your eyes and pressed his lips onto yours.

“Is it okay? Hurting somewhere?” He murmured softly and caressed your back. Again, his hand went under your top to put his attention on your breasts and you moaned.

He didn’t move and made you still with the right grip on your waist. Tears welled up in your eyes for the unbearable pain but you were constantly nodding to give him the sign to proceed.

But he didn’t. He was enjoying your impatience.

Another pair of hands patted your head and when you looked at the direction, you found San kneeling beside you both and encouraging you to adjust to the length.

You shifted in your place and Wooyoung groaned loudly. As soon as you whined, he grabbed your neck and breast and started moving in a slow pace.

It was building up the euphoric feeling once again, the pain turning into pleasure and your body shaking with every little torture on your nipples. The sensitive skin over your throat and neck was getting bruised by him. Not only him but San was enjoying your skin against his lips as well.

“You are so tight and clenching around me as if you don’t want me to stop tonight. Is it right, baby?” He moaned out loudly.

San chuckled in your ears, “isn’t she so perfectly tight? Like perfect for us.”

His pace increased and you were literally bouncing on his lap. You didn’t have to do anything much because he was guiding you through.

“I..I want to come…please.”

“Do you?” He smirked mischievously and rubbed slow circles over your clit. You nodded aggressively but he grabbed your neck to pull you close and pressed a small kiss, “words baby.”

“Yes yes please.”

“Here you go.” He thrusted deeper until you both come undone. Both of your chests heaving up and down against each other. He didn’t pull out but rested your head against his shoulder and San stroked your hairs.

“Shh…slow down. Are you okay?”

You hummed in reply, earning a kiss from both of them on your head.

“So?… did you just do it to take off my mind from the incident happened earlier?”

San asked you, “did it take off your mind from it?”

You nodded, “but there’s something else.”

“What?” Wooyoung asked you and raised your head to cup your cheeks. He smiled at you and you returned a little kiss.

“Does this sound selfish that I don’t want to choose one of you? But both.” You asked and whined when he pulled out.

“Yes.” San said and glanced at the other one before cracking into a smile, “it will sound selfish if you choose one….as we are not planning to leave you to only one.”

“And no one else other than from us. I love you…I fucking love you so much. My wish came true to have you as my girlfriend.” Wooyoung cheered in the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Woo.”

You again rested your head on him and closed your eyes, “I’m so tired…but again I need to wash up.”

“It’s okay. You rest here. We will clean you up and we will sleep together.” San said and stood up.

Your eyes opened, “really?”

“Anything for our girl.”

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[open!]

[save-the-villainous-cat]

The villain shows up at the hero’s apartment to interrogate them, but the hero is absolutely and joyfully wasted. Do whatever you want with this, it’s impossible for you to write anything that isn’t amazing.

Have a lovely day/night 🫶

"I thought you couldn't get drunk."

"That-" the hero let their index finger wave in the air "-was a lie."

"You're capable of that?"

"Getting drunk?"

"Lying." The villain pushed the hero gently to the side and invited themselves into the apartment. Immediately, their eyes scanned every little corner.

"Hey. Woah. Ey." The hero tried to catch up with them but they couldn't even walk properly. Not surprised yet unbothered, the villain took a step aside when the hero tried to grab them. Instincts had told them when to move, even when their back was turned towards their enemy. The hero was a little too loud anyway.

"Don't worry. I just want to have a look," the villain said. They dodged another fruitless "attack."

"Shoo this is my house, shoo," the hero said, as if the villain was an evil spirit they wanted gone. In a sense, the villain could've been just that, the hero was just lucky they weren't in a bad mood.

"Okay, listen." The villain took a step forward and the hero - who was still swaying - looked a little intimidated. It wasn't unusual for the villain to receive such a reaction. However, they felt a little bad that they did now.

Usually, the hero was a strong match for them. Which made them so entertaining to fight with. Brilliance was the hero's strong suit. Incompetence infuriated them.

And now the hero was definitely acting a little too stupid to be considered smart.

"Your entire home has been bugged."

"Spiders aren't bugs," the hero scolded their enemy. Again, the index finger and again, the villain dodged it. "And I have maybe two. Maybe two in each room."

"Bugged as in someone is listening to your drunk speeches," the villain said.

Suddenly alarmed, their eyes widened and they looked a little too terrified.

"You haven't had anyone over, did you? Might be a little embarrassing if I find anything in the bedroom." No other reason why they asked. Obviously.

They looked at the blushing hero and a million thoughts raced through the villain's mind. It was a little insane. Finding out about it at one in the morning and driving to the hero's place immediately.

They shouldn't have cared. They really shouldn't have. Maybe it was selfish, maybe it was dumb.

Because after all, the villain would have to listen to those recordings, even if they didn’t want to.

"Uh. No. Just a few friends." The villain exhaled.

It wasn't their plan. It was the supervillain's.

"Good. Now, be quiet for a moment, can you do that?"

I don't even wanna have anything to do with it. I wanna test the devices, that’s all. I'll send you the recordings. A gift from me to you, if you wanna call it that.

The hero nodded and sat down on the couch.

On the other hand, the villain turned and started searching through the living room. Under the coffee table, behind curtains or the TV — they weren't successful until they actually found a listening device under the couch.

As their search continued, they found six of them in total and crushed all of them under their boot.

Surprisingly, the hero had been silent the entire time and as the villain returned from the bedroom, they found the hero laying on the couch.

"Dodged a bullet there," the villain said. "Count yourself lucky I heard about it through the grapevine."

The hero looked up at them.

"You think they heard everything?"

"It’s possible." Yeah, maybe it was selfish. The villain preferred a bullet over hearing the hero with a lover.

"Noo, I talk a lot when I’m alone. Embarrassing." The hero covered their burning face with their hands.

"As long as it's not about work."

"Well, it kinda is because I talk a lot about villains or with villains or I try to come up with things I wanna say to villains or how to manipulate them or how to help villains or how to bargain or how to, you know, defeat them."

The villain raised their eyebrows.

"And obviously, you're talking about me the most," they only joked but when the hero replied with a "…yuh," the villain was, admittedly, blushing a little bit as well.

[thehighladywrites]

— “I got you, darling…”

pairing: rhysand x reader

summary: rhys taking care of his girl during her period

warnings: suggestiveness, sweet and perfect rhys

amara’s note: this is for you anon!! i saw your ask and had to make a comfort fic for you💗🫶🏼 i hope u enjoy babes, and feel better!! periods can be a bitch

Agony. Pure, fucking agony.

You felt nauseous and broke out in cold sweats. These fae cycles weren’t a joke at all. While it was nice that they only happened twice a year, it still meant enduring twice a year of writhing in pain.

Downstairs, Rhys was cooking up some simple, gentle food to ease your discomfort and provide nourishment.

He had planned ahead a few days ago, knowing your period was approaching, and made sure everything was set up to make it easier for you.

Rhys quietly climbed the stairs with a simple plate of food in hand. As he entered the bedroom, his heart sank at the sight of you curled up on the bed, tears glistening in your eyes.

Setting the tray down on the bedside table, he crossed the room in quick strides and sat down beside you, gathering you into his arms. “I'm here, love,” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I've brought you something to eat. It's gentle on your stomach.”

Rhys gently wipes away your tears as you express your gratitude, but you protest that you're too tired to eat. With a soft smile, he reassures you, “I wasn't planning on making you eat it yourself. I'll feed you.”

He tenderly lifts your head and supports it with one hand, while using the other to scoop up a small bite of food. With all the care in the world, he brings the spoon to your lips, offering you nourishment and comfort in this moment of pain.

Rhys takes a cloth and gently pats your forehead, soothing away the sweat. He leans in to press a tender kiss to your cheek, murmuring, “Good girl,” in a soft, reassuring tone.

He handed you a small vial of pain medicine to lessen the intense cramps and stroke your hair.

With each gesture, he shows his love and support, offering comfort during your time of need.

You sheepishly admit about needing to change your underwear due to bleeding through. “I have to change, I’ve bleed through.” you murmur softly.

Without a word, Rhys lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. There, he has magically prepared a heated bath, and as you sink into the warm water, you let out a groan of pleasure.

“Oh, thank you, baby. This feels amazing.” you whisper gratefully, the soothing heat easing your discomfort and bringing you a moment of relief.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Rhys kneels beside the tub, gently massaging your shoulders, arms, and hands with expert care. As he works, he tenderly washes your hair, his touch gentle and comforting.

After you've soaked in the tub for a while, letting the warm water ease your tense muscles, Rhys helps you stand up and dries your body. Then, he hands you a fresh product, some underwear and shorts and one of his comfortable shirts to wear. With a tender kiss on your cheek, he lays you down on the bed before heading out to grab some vials of almond oil.

When he returns, he sits on the edge of the bed and lifts your legs and thighs onto his lap. He pops open the vial and pours some oil into his palm, heating it up before massaging it into your skin with gentle, soothing movements. Rhys massages your legs, things, lower stomach, using magic to heat up his palms.

“Gods, that feels so good, what did I do to deserve you?”

Rhys chuckles softly before leaning in close. “You deserve every bit of it,” he murmurs, his gaze warm and affectionate. “You’re my everything, and taking care of you is the least I can do for you.”

After the incredible massage, Rhys cleans up and then slips under the sheets beside you. He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you, and he starts massaging your lower back without even realizing it. It's a simple gesture, but you feel loved and cared for.

He looks down at you, showering your face with kisses until you're giggling.

“Darling, guess what I heard helps with cramps,” he teases.

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's hinting at. “Thanks, savior, but I think I'd rather suffer. You can definitely 'help' me after my cycle is over.”

“I'm here if you change your mind, just saying,” he replies with a playful grin. “I'll have you feeling wickedly nice in no time.”

“I’m sure you would, handsome.”

He pulls you in closer, cheat rumbling with a chuckle and as you nestle against him, you feel yourself relaxing. The pain starts to ease, and with Rhys by your side, you drift off into a restful sleep, feeling better than before.

[lovingyoulovinme]

part 3 of childhood best friends!charles&y/n

part 1 part 2

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N today in Monaco!

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user1 so good to see her again 🥹 it's feels like it's been years since she deleted her socials

ylnleclerc she's home in monaco 🥰

user4 hey this is my pic haha she was super nice when i talked to her and she said she's doing really well after i asked how she was! she was with joris and another one of her friends

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user7 JORIS? AS IN CHARLES' JORIS????

September 14, 2023

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joris_trouche Princess of Monaco has returned

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user3 moving back to monaco..hanging with joris...charles liking this post...i could cry

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user6 i need pictures of them together now im so serious joris open up that camera roll or i'll fight

ylnleclerc MY ANGEL

ynstan tell her to come back to instagram please please

user8 charles liked this so fast oh wow 😭😭

September 19, 2023

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yourinstagram the past 2 months at home 🧸

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ylnleclerc CHARLESFJDBSJENEKRNRIRBSIENDI

user1 WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SOOOOOOOO BACK

ynstan wife is back on instagram 🥹🥹🥹🥹

user4 not them lowkey getting exposed by that guy on twitter that met charles a few days ago jdbdnssn

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user12 why are we not talking about how he said they were so close that it seemed like they were dating...

charles_leclerc Can you follow me back now?

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yourinstagram i should block you again for locking me out of the house

charles_leclerc It was an accident 🏃‍♀️

ynstan are these bitches living together 😧

user11 the world is healing global warming has ended birds are chirping flowers are blooming

charlesfan i literally cant believe this is real i keep thinking im dreaming

user5 she was back in monaco for two months and no one knew until recently 😭

arthur_leclerc 🥰🥰

September 25, 2023

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charles_leclerc Good Saturday. Now let's push for a good Sunday 🙃

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yourinstagram superstar 🫶

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user2 still the most supportive ever :( <3

charles_leclerc if i win will you follow me back?

yourinstagram maybe 😋

user3 bravo amore ❤️

f1 🙌

joris_trouche You better win for that y/n follow 🤣

charlesfan YOU GOT THIS KING

ynleclerc y/n still not following him is the funniest thing ever when you consider the fact that they are 100% dating

October 1, 2023

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yourinstagram forever boy turns 26 today 🥹 i've loved you three (eleven*) summers!!!! and i want em all!!!!!

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pascale.leclerc.355 Enfin 🫶 (finally)

user4 soulmates 😭😭😭😭😭

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charles_leclerc Je t'aimerai à jamais. (i will love you forever)

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yourinstagram anything for my fans ❤️

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yourinstagram only i can call him that back off 😒

user2 "forever boy" i'm sobbing my eyes out

arthur_leclerc Last picture 🤣

charlesfan ELEVEN SUMMERS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

October 16, 2023

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[hispg]

Comfort

Pairings: R4! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your husband is glad that he has you, just like he's glad to have his little family.

Wc:4.8k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, mentions of ptsd, mentions of birth and pregnancy, soft sex(nothing too kinky), oral sex(f receiving), just Leon being a sweetheart.

An:So, this week has been very busy for me. As I've been saying in my last few posts, university has been taking up a lot of my time, as well as my mental health being pretty messed up. I didn't manage to finish the chapter of 'Between Love and Vows' so I probably won't post anything new until next week. In compensation, I'll post another one of my drafts (smut), I'll make a poll so you guys can choose. And next week I'll post two new chapters of the series! Thanks for your love and understanding <3 If I haven't answered your comment, ask or request, don't worry, I will eventually🫶🫶

MDNI

Sleepless nights, the nightmares that kept tormenting him, his mind that was in turmoil all the time. Leon was used to all this, he had already realized that these were sensations he would carry with him for the rest of his life.

His trauma, ptsd that haunted him every day. Things he had seen and heard, all so fresh in his memory, so vivid. Things that no matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn't. As if it were a mark stamped on his soul.

But he coped, as he always does with everything in life. Little by little, he understood how to deal with panic attacks, how to calm down even when he was about to collapse. He learned all this, but that didn't make things any less worse than they were.

Although he thought he had everything under control, that it wouldn't affect him as much as before, he was wrong.

His last mission in Spain proved it, he went from hell to heaven to save the president's daughter. Everything worked out in the end, but that doesn't erase what he experienced or saw.

Many times he could have sworn that if it hadn't been for you, he would have gone mad a long time ago. Even if you weren't able to end the pain he felt, you were there to be the light at the end of the tunnel for him, the clarity to his own insanity.

All this because every time he returned from a mission, he came home first, not caring if he was all dirty with mud and dirt, even blood. His safe haven was here, with you.

That was the only reason he always came home, no matter how difficult things might be for him. You were what he needed, you were the person who healed all his wounds, and he couldn't be more grateful.

If it had been anyone else, he would have left you by now, but you understood him. You listened to him even if he didn't make any sense, you were still there.

Your love was the remedy for all his problems.

And if he was being honest, it was the reason he woke up every day, the only reason he had a place to call home. You, simply you.

And that night, he found himself on another one of those nights when he couldn't sleep, and there he was, pacing around the house, finding something to occupy his mind.

It had been two weeks since he had returned from his mission in Spain, and he was still terrified by everything that had happened, even though he was safe and sound in the comfort of his own home.

He woke up from a nightmare, yet another one. And in order not to wake you too, he preferred to get out of bed. You were already tired enough to have to deal with him in the wee hours of the morning.

He was so careful with you, even though you had told him several times that it was okay for him to wake you up if he needed to. But he was stubborn enough to say no.

As he made some tea, just to see if it would calm his nerves, he watched the rain falling outside, the gentle drips hitting the window.

In that silence he began to have some sweet memories, it always helped to calm him down a little. One of those memories was when he asked you to marry him, God, he still remembers the nervousness that ran through his whole body. The trembling hands that held the box with the ring, the words that he had rehearsed so much and still came out messy. He was so afraid of being told no, but his heart calmed down when you smiled and threw yourself into his arms, saying yes again and again, making his heart melt each time.

That night he fell even more in love with you, if that were possible.

When you started living together, every time he came home he was greeted with a hug, you welcomed him with love and affection. He felt his cold exterior crumble at the same moment, words couldn't describe how much he liked it. Every little gesture that came from you, no matter what, he always took it to heart and considered it with all his soul.

He still vividly remembered a conversation he had with you as soon as you moved in together. It never failed to crack a smile.

"Darling, did you let something burn?" Leon asks as he feeds himself, looking around the kitchen.

You look at him with a laugh, seeing that he arrived so tired that he didn't even realize he was still in his work clothes. And then you answer, "No, why do you ask?"

"Nothing, it's just that something stinks." He says quietly, focused on finishing his food.

You can't help yourself and a giggle escapes your lips, "You haven't showered yet, sweetheart."

"Oh..." He mumbles, looking down at his state.

He was so entertained that he only noticed a baby crying from one of the bedrooms, it was you guys son.

He didn't hesitate to go into the baby's room, watching the little one whimpering in his crib, even though he was warm and comfortable in his blankets, the little boy was still bothered by something.

Leon imagined that he wasn't hungry, since you had fed him not long ago. Then he thought it might be his diaper that was dirty, which he soon confirmed.

So the baby was in his arms the next second, he put the little boy on the changing table and changed him properly, not forgetting a single detail, from carefully wiping him down with a wet wipe, to the ointment he had to apply to prevent diaper rash.

He checked the diaper to make sure it was fastened properly. Once he'd checked everything, he rocked the baby in his arms until the little one fell asleep again.

He even sang a lullaby, one of the little boy's favorites. He still thought it sounded ridiculous, but he didn't care as long as it soothed the baby.

Every time he looked at the little one's face, he couldn't hold back the loving smile that always appeared on his lips. It was still hard to believe that he had his own little family.

It's still clear in his memory when you announced that you were pregnant, the uncertainty and fear that consumed him. The anguish he felt, the apprehension of being a bad father. As well as the shock he felt when he received the news, since it wasn't something either of you were expecting. Not least because you had just started living together, so it was a lot all at once. But nothing that shook the relationship, quite the opposite.

But every time he saw you laugh, every time you came home with a little baby thing, whether it was clothes, shoes or even a toy. He couldn't contain his joy at the thought that he was going to be a father, that he was going to have a child.

It wasn't long before he started buying lots and lots of things for the baby, rattles, diapers, baby cloths, various types of educational toys, plush toys and everything else.

In a matter of weeks, the spare room in the house was full and ready to receive the baby, even if you weren't that far along in your pregnancy.

Not only did he become even more protective, the kind that wouldn't even let you lift a thing, but he accompanied you throughout your pregnancy. From start to finish. Even though he sometimes had to leave for work, he never failed to call you, even if it was late at night.

He always made video calls to see how you were doing, even talking to the baby in your belly on the phone. Even if they were quick calls, he still made sure they happened.

It was obvious that he wanted to be there for you, and he made it clear whenever he could, because he did everything for you, simply everything. Craves? He'd arrange anything you wanted. Going out late at night to buy a slice of cake in a particular flavor? Well, he was there. He would go to the end of the earth to find whatever you wanted.

When you were uncomfortable he was there, always whispering kind things to you, always trying to calm you down and relax in his embrace, trying to give you all the security you could have. He still remembers when your water broke, you were so calm, and he was about to have a heart attack.

Yet he was with you the whole way, holding your hand as you went into labor.

But all his worry went away as soon as he heard the baby's cry, the little being that had just come out of you. He still remembers the unconditional love he felt as soon as he laid eyes on the little one, as soon as he saw you cradling the boy in your arms, crying with exhaustion and joy. Just as he was crying as much as the baby, he felt so happy that he couldn't imagine being anywhere else but there with you and your bundle of joy.

"What are we going to call him?" Leon asked through tears, wiping away his own with the back of his hand.

"I don't know, sweetheart, we agreed that if it was a boy you'd choose." You say in a whisper, giving him a small smile. Rocking the newborn in your arms.

"No, I'd rather you chose." He says softly, running his fingers through the baby's thin golden strands, which by the way had the same hair as his father.

"Leon-," he doesn't let you finish, giving you a kiss on the lips. Letting his forehead rest on yours, looking at you with tear-filled eyes and a sweet smile.

"You've already given me one of the greatest joys of my life. Nothing could be fairer than for you to choose any name you like." Kind words that made your heart melt, and you just nodded.

At that moment he realized that there was no better place in the world. That there was nowhere else he wanted to be, all he needed was you.

While he was lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice that the little one had already fallen asleep, making cooing noises, his mouth hanging open while he slept peacefully. Even the way he slept was like Leon's, it was funny to see how similar the two of them were.

Then he slowly placed the little one in his crib, tucking him into the covers and making sure he was warm and comfortable for the rest of the night.

He stayed for a few more minutes, humming some more until he was sure the boy wouldn't wake up too soon.

After that he moved into the kitchen, where he found you awake, which was enough to make him wrinkle his eyebrows.

"Love?" He asks softly, moving towards you.

You answer him with a smile, giving him a hug, "You should have called me."

He shakes his head, kissing the top of your head, "I didn't have to."

You pout, giving him a playful pat on the shoulder.

"Here, I've made your tea. I've also put out a slice of cake for you." You murmur with a smile, pointing to the plate on the table.

He chuckles, holding your face and kissing the tip of your nose.

"You're amazing." He whispers before walking over to the table and sitting down, taking a sip of tea and eating the cake, which, by the way, was his favorite flavor.

So you sat next to him, waiting for him to finish eating silently.

"Your food is fucking good." Leon says, taking a bite of his cake and smiling at you.

You couldn't help but giggle, knowing that even if you burned the food, he'd eat it and say it was good.

"No, you're just being nice." You say softly, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He laughed genuinely, entwining his fingers with yours. Then he lifted your hand and kissed the back of it.

You were always amazed by his loving gestures, which he always made towards you. And so the two of you remained until he had finished eating, rubbing his thumb against your hand to give it a gentle caress.

When he had finished, he leaned back in his chair and sighed, looking at you with a smile. But you couldn't help noticing the dark circles under his eyes, just as he still had a few scratches and bruises all over his body. As well as the scars, some new, some old. All a mark of his profession.

"Did you have another nightmare?" you ask, running your fingers along his cheekbones, smiling softly.

He nodded with a tired sigh, leaning into your touch, "No big deal."

You knew that he always hid these things from you, not least because it took time for him to feel comfortable sharing the events of his mission with you.

"You can tell me, smartass." You said smiling, rubbing your nose against his, letting his hand rest on the small of your back.

His lips curved into a small smile, just as his eyes met yours. And that was enough to make you blush slightly, no matter how long you'd been together, he always had that effect on you.

The rain began to fall harder outside, enough to make you both look out of the window. The rain left a comfortable atmosphere in the kitchen, just the two of you sharing the warmth of your bodies, making that cold night a little warmer.

You picked up the dishes and took them to the sink, taking the opportunity to wash them right away. And it wasn't long before you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, just as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath beating against you.

"I swear to God I love the smell of your lotion." He purrs, rubbing his nose against your neck, hugging you tightly.

You smiled, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Even if it was late at night, those moments were so precious to you both. A little intimacy was always nice.

But even with all the affection coming from him, you could feel how tense his muscles were, how his breathing wasn't very regulated. Every time he had these nightmares, they took a while to wear off, and he was still scared for a good few hours.

You then turned to him, held his face in your hands and looked at him seriously, "You should have called me."

He knew how this conversation would go. But to be honest, he wasn't paying attention to your speech, only to the way your lips moved as you spoke, your sweet voice entering his ears. Even if it was you scolding him.

All he could do was give you a silly little smile, stroking your cheeks with his thumb. No matter how much you talked, he would forget the next day. He just didn't want to worry you with his work matters.

Gently he put his index finger to your lips, whispering, "Why don't you hush, darling?"

You widened your eyes, preparing to protest, but he interrupted you, giving you a loving kiss. The kiss was full of affection and tenderness, just as he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your waist once again, gluing your body to his.

Without giving you time to say another word, he carried you in his arms, taking you to your room like a princess, as if you weighed nothing, he did it with the purest ease.

His grip was firm, as if he didn't want to let you go, he wanted to have you there, in his arms.

Your room was dark, lit only by the faint light of the moon, while the rain continued to fall outside. It wasn't long before he laid you down on the mattress, letting you sink into the soft surface.

The door locked, the baby asleep, just the two of you in that room. The perfect moment for what was about to happen.

No matter how many times Leon looked at you, he always lost his breath, his breath caught in his throat.

You were so beautiful, so perfect, he didn't know how he had been so lucky to have found someone like you, and he couldn't thank you enough for that.

His hands began to move slowly up your thigh, callused fingers caressing the soft skin, letting his hand wander over the flesh, touching you with all the passion he had to offer. And he would do this for the rest of your life.

His mouth finding your neck, his hot breath making you gasp, letting him do whatever he wanted with you.

Soon the wet kisses began, leaving his lips hovering over the weak spots that he knew, he knew exactly where to touch, because he knew well that every touch of his made your body shiver with desire.

"You're beautiful." He whispers, giving your thigh a light squeeze, feeling the soft fabric of your nightgown on the back of his hand.

You give a sly smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

He soon understands what you want, and he gives it to you right away. A tender, passionate kiss, gently capturing your lips.

You don't know how, but he always manages to show his devotion to you with every kiss, every touch, every night of love. He makes it seem like the first time, always showing you how much he loves you.

His fingers keep tracing your thigh, feeling how warm your body gets from his touch. Your body reacting under his, squirming and shivering, an incentive for him.

When he pulls away from you a little, just to stop the kiss. He nibbles your lip, lifts your leg and grabs the back of your thigh.

Making a point of giving you wet kisses all over your neck, shoulders, collar bone, all to hear the sweet sounds that escaped your lips every time, the way you begged softly for him to continue.

"Oh, fuck Leon..." You whimpered, watching his fingers purposely wrap around the strap of your panties, he was taking his time.

As he always did, because he wanted to make sure he gave you all the affection he could give.

As soon as their trail of kisses went down to your chest, he spared no effort in giving little kisses to your nipples, which were already hard, crying out for any kind of touch and attention.

It was more than enough for you to let out several moans and low squeaks, letting your hands nestle in his golden strands, feeling the softness they contained.

Both his hands slid under your nightgown, and before long his fingers were playing with the waist line of your panties, fingering and stretching, all the while keeping an eye on your every reaction.

The look he had in store for you was yours alone, he had never looked at anyone else like that. Nor would he ever, you were the only one capable of bringing it out of him. The only one.

Just as you never tired of looking into those gentle blue eyes, similar to the color of the sky, or even the ocean. You lost your breath every time.

And there he went, slowly dropping wet kisses over the thin fabric of your nightgown, feeling your body tremble beneath his, just as he made a point of running his fingers over the wet surface of your panties, only to give a smug smile, knowing that he could get you soaking wet for so little.

As soon as he reached your navel, he lifted your nightgown completely, exposing your lower body, which was enough for him to let out a low noise, excited by the image in front of him. Which only fueled his cock to throb even more under his pants.

"I wonder what I did to make you like this." Leon said with a sly, mischievous smile, sliding his index finger down your slit.

Did he know the answer? Of course he did. But it was nicer to hear it from your mouth, your sweet voice echoing through the room.

"You know, you just need to touch me..." You said with a pout, looking at him with piteous eyes, a look he already knew well. And yet it broke his smile every time.

"Because of me?" He purrs, pushing his fingertips against your covered pussy, teasing you as far as he can.

You whimper, spreading your legs as if it were an automatic reaction from your body. Understanding the signal, he pulls you a little closer to the edge of the bed, taking off your panties and sliding them down your legs, soon the garment was lying in a corner of the room.

You were there, completely exposed to him, legs dangling from his shoulders, clit throbbing and begging him to do something.

It felt like magic, every time he touched you he was able to drive you crazy with the smallest things. You often got wet just watching him, seeing the way the muscles in his arms flexed every time he held your legs tighter.

Or the way he always looked at you throughout the process, as he positioned his face close to your center, biting and licking your inner thigh, making sure to leave soft marks all over the area. He loved looking at the love bites the next day, not least because you looked beautiful with each one.

"You're all mine, aren't you?" He asked in a whisper, which sounded more like a question to himself. Especially because he didn't even need to hear the answer.

You were about to answer, but your mind turned to crumbs as soon as he started planting wet, caressing kisses in your folds, letting his tongue linger in certain spots.

His wet muscle slid into your wet pussy, making you arch your body and tremble under him. The tip of his tongue brushed against your clit, swirling around your sensitive part, enough for you to roll your eyes and moan a little louder.

"That's so good, so good..." You mumble, biting your lower lip to hold back your moans.

Every time he eat you out, he didn't hold back with the noises he made, he didn't even care about the slurping noises he made, or the way he did it in a completely sloppy way.

Not least because he never wasted any time, it wasn't long before he was fucking you with his tongue. Moving in and out, hitting all your sweet spots.

It didn't take long for you to be a mess, moaning and whimpering, your sounds echoing around the room. Your hands nestled in his hair, pushing his head against you, letting him get buried in your thighs.

Despite this, you couldn't help but crave his cock, a need to have it inside you, you needed him fucking you.

"Leon..." You called out, rolling your hips against his mouth, you could already feel your orgasm approaching.

He smiled sideways, kissing all over your intimate area, making a point of running his tongue over it in the process. The way he did this so masterfully left no doubt that he knew exactly what to do to bring you to the edge, he knew exactly.

As soon as he started tongue-fucking you one more time, it was enough for you to come apart in his mouth, gushing out all your climax. You could feel your body hot and bothered, your mind confused and without any other thoughts. It was surreal the way your orgasms with him were always that intense.

Just as he spared no expense in giving you sloppy, wet kisses on your wet folds, as if he were smoothing the area, taking the opportunity to clean up the mess that was between your legs. Even though he was about to make another one.

"It tastes fucking good, love." He purrs, licking his lips and lifting his head.

Having the beautiful image of you, with your legs spread, sweaty body, chest rising and falling. The way your eyelids were closed and your lips were open was more than enough to send a wave of electricity to his cock. Which, by the way, was already leaking pre-cum, the wet spot on his sweatpants was already clearly visible.

He wasted no time in removing his pants and underwear, letting his cock pop out. Which was a divine sign for you, seeing every inch of his shapely body, the way he was hard as a rock.

His cock resting in his palm, as he gave it a few small pumps, watching the precum drip down a little. Despite this, his eyes were focused on you, the way you bit your lip and stared at him.

"Please?" You ask in a whisper, spreading your legs even wider for him.

In response, he gives you a puffy smile, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, his sticky liquid pooling with your own juices.

You whimper and pout to get him in at once. As if on command, he obeyed, lifting your legs over his shoulder and fitting himself into you. Hissing once he was all the way in, the way your walls clenched around him was enough to elicit a grunt from him.

"So fucking eager..." He whispers in your ear, taking the opportunity to nibble on it. Making you gasp easily.

"Oh-Oh, so deep!" You moan, your nails sinking into the muscles of his back, a reaction he loved every time.

You can't say how, but he thrust into you in such a sensual way, his hips rolling with a dexterity you couldn't even describe in words. It was calm, sexy, who knows how you could describe it.

His eyes never left yours, he could reach all your weak points, all the places where he made you roll your eyes and curl your toes.

At that point, he didn't even try to understand you. Not least because you could only mumble half-words, whimpers or moans, and he couldn't have been prouder to leave you in that state. Your mind so foolish as he fucked you numb.

"Are you going to come already, love?" He asks softly, kissing your cheeks and pulling you even closer.

"Mhmhm." You hum and nod, feeling your walls tighten around him. Just like the feeling of butterflies in your stomach that you were beginning to feel.

He chuckled, speeding up his thrusts, making an even louder sound of skin hitting skin. He wouldn't be long either, he'd probably come right after you.

And there you went the moment he started making circles with his thumb on your clit, you're sure you went to heaven at the same moment.

Your lips parted only for you to let out a silent scream, a noise that came from deep in your throat. He was quick to pull you into a hot, thirsty kiss, moving at a much faster speed than before.

He wanted to get there now.

In and out he went, feeling his cock throb with each jerk of his hips. On the last thrust he came, thrusting deep, spilling all his seed into you, as deep as he could.

He let out a grunt through your lips, holding your sides tightly.

By the end you were panting, covered in a thin layer of sweat. When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead on yours, giving a silly, tired smile.

"Sore?" He murmurs under his breath, trailing kisses down your cheek.

"Maybe a little." You whisper, closing your eyes and sinking into the mattress.

He then gets off you and places you properly on the bed, rolling you under the covers, and then doing the same. He hugs you from behind and cuddles you, giving you massages in the places he knew would be sore. He loved worshiping your body, and you couldn't complain.

"I love you." He says, full of love and tenderness.

"I love you too." You return, kissing his hand.

You fell asleep a few minutes later, and he watched you sleep as always, giving you kisses and caresses from time to time.

He loved you so much he couldn't explain it, you were his comfort. Everything he needed most. You and your son were his adored little family.

And the way he loved you, he knew that you would be the death of him.

Oh God, how he loves you.