#I can’t help it if mirrors love my face

[formula-ghost]

Supermodel (FC43 x fem!reader)

SUMMARY: Franco can’t understand how you, the love of his life, could ever feel insecure—so he goes above and beyond to show you (and the world) how beautiful he thinks his girlfriend is. This can be read within the RYD universe or as a stand alone one shot!

WORD COUNT: 6.1k

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI. Teasing, light dom reader/ sub Franco at the beginning dom Franco at the end, body dysmorphia/reader insecurity, worship, mirror sex, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk/mentions of AFAB anatomy (reader has a vagina), use of the word whore, protected sex. Use of YN. Also the song doesn’t match the vibe of the story but I wanted to stick with the Måneskin theme lol.  

A/N: Some more Franco content! I need some more time with the Oscar fic, plus I’ll be returning to regular life since the holidays are over soon, so I figured I’d tide you over with a spicy Franco one shot. Since (in my head at least) this is set in the RYD universe, I’ve included the same tag list, and I hope you all enjoy it!

TAGLIST:  @scopeiguess @storyteller-le @xivilivix @htpssgavi @wierdflowerpower @justsisse  @uncreativetm  @ncrsbrg  @tillyt04 @amz824 @ellelabelle

Yeah, she’s a master, my compliments

If you wanna love her, just deal with that

She’ll never love you more than money and cigarettes

Every night’s a heartbreak

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Franco panted, his eyes trailing your curves up and down just as his fist squeezed tightly over the growing bulge in his pants. 

Your cheeks were flushed red, almost as dark as the wine-colored matching lingerie set you now wore before him, leaving little to the imagination. You couldn’t help it—no matter how long you’d been with the Argentine, you still got bashful when he complimented you. 

“I hope you know I mean it,” he began, leaving his spot on the bed to advance toward you. He gently brushed your hair away and kissed the top of your shoulder, looking up at you with his deceptively innocent doe eyes. “You’re the most perfect thing in the world to me.”

You smiled, blissful at the feeling of his touch. “It’s easy to say that when I’m standing in front of you in my new set.”

“I love you,” he said, as if it was as simple as telling the time. “So much. More than words can say. And I want you to remember that when you’re mad at me after I rip this off of you.”

He grabbed the strap of your bra, and you giggled, “You better not!” You playfully pushed him back on the bed. “No touching, not yet. Be good.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, obedient to only you. The grip you had on him was intoxicating. 

You climbed up on the bed, straddling him, running your featherlight fingertips up and down his arms and chest. 

“Mi amor,” he exhaled, “you are cruel to me.” 

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, sarcastic yet seductive.

“Don’t you dare.”

You laughed. If he thought a bit of teasing was cruel, he would not be having fun for the rest of the night.

But, of course, he loved nothing more than ravishing your body, evident by his labored breath, laying next to you when the deed was finished. He stared at you with awe, your eyes still closed. He listened as you tried to catch your breath, placing gentle kisses on the top of your arm and into your shoulder.

You just let out a little noise in response, feeling safe and comforted by his touch. When you two were alone, he always needed to touch you in some way, much to your dismay during the sweltering hot months of summer. 

His kisses traced their way up to your neck, chin, and finally to your cheek, where he gently moved your hair out of your face to gaze on the gorgeous image of your face. 

“I wish there were better words in English to explain how I feel about you,” he said, his voice low and genuine. “Something stronger than I love you. Something more than just beautiful.” 

“You know I love it when you speak to me in Spanish,” you said, letting your eyelids flutter open to meet his gaze, only inches from your own.

“Yes, but I want you to understand what I mean.” He smiled softly. 

“My Spanish is getting better.”

“It is, you’re doing great,” he joked, nuzzling his nose into your neck, leaving you in a fit of giggles. “You’ll be talking circles around me in no time.”

“I wish. You’re fluent in yapenese,” you joked. You playfully mocked his voice, “Mi amor, you are so beautiful, the light of my life—” 

“Oh hush,” he said, smiling ear to ear. “You love it.”

“I do.”

“And it’s true.” He cupped your face, bringing you into a sweet embrace with a gentle kiss. “Join me in the shower?” 

“In a minute,” you answered, as he got up from the bed and started the warm water. After a few more moments of rest, you got up, picking up the discarded items of clothing that now dotted the floor, thrown aside in the heat of the passionate moment. 

You crossed the room to open the bureau and grab a fresh set of pajamas, before you caught sight of your reflection in the floor-length mirror. 

You had gained a little weight. It was normal, you supposed; a natural result of your many nights out with your lover. 

But you felt stuck in front of the mirror, your eyes rolling over the curves at the bottom of your stomach, what once was somewhat flat. Little thunderbolt-shaped lines now decorated the dimpled skin. And as you brought your arm up to grip the loose fat, you saw the extra flesh there too. 

“Mi amor, you coming?” Franco called from inside the bathroom. You hummed in response. 

You turned, noticing how the light caught every imperfection. The puffiness in your face, the roundness of your jaw, the lines and bumps and discoloration. You sucked in your stomach, seeing the surface flatten, then exhaled, watching with disgust how your body shifted.

“Amor?” Franco said, poking his head outside of the bathroom. Seeing you in front of the mirror, he crossed the room, finding his way behind you. He was covered only with a towel, wrapping his arms around your naked form and kissing your neck. But the sight of his flawless, athletic body behind yours did nothing to dismiss your insecurities. 

“What are you doing, pretty girl, hm?” he asked, resting his head on your shoulder. 

“I’ve gained weight.”

“Did you? I didn’t notice.” His voice was tinged with a genuine confusion. 

“I look like I’m pregnant,” you said, gesturing to your bloated stomach.

“No it doesn’t,” he assured. “But if you want to be pregnant, we can arrange that.”

You ignored his attempts at banter. “I look gross.”

“Mi amor,” Franco began, his voice more serious. “Do I need to fuck you again to show you how beautiful you are?”

“Franco—”

“YN.”

You looked away.  “You could be with a model.”

“I’m with you. And you’re perfect, and I love you with my entire heart.” You bit the inside of your cheek. He continued, “Look at me.”

You brought your gaze back to his. “Your body has changed a little bit, so what?”

“It’s easy for you to say. You’re an athlete.”

“That doesn’t matter. No more of this talk. You’re beautiful. End of discussion. Now, let’s stop wasting water and get in the shower.”

You weren’t really feeling any better. If anything, you felt worse, now self conscious of your nakedness as Franco ran his hands up and down the soapy surface of your skin. You wanted nothing more than to get out of the shower, put on your clothes, and bury yourself so deep under the covers that you’d forget that you ever even possessed a physical form. 

And, much to Franco’s dismay, that’s what you did, turning away from him as you laid your head down to sleep. He pushed himself up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He tapped his foot on your leg, initiating you to throw it over his is like you usually did every night. 

“You know,” he whispered, “this is when you’re supposed to pretend like you like me.”

“It’s not you, Franco,” you whispered back. “I love you. But it’s not something you can fix.”

“I know.” He sighed. “But that won't stop me from trying.” He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your neck, and you fell into a tense sleep.

Although Franco hadn’t initially noticed your physical changes, he now noticed your emotional ones. You wore loose clothing more often, as if to hide your body not only from the outside world, but from yourself. You skipped breakfast occasionally when you were having a really bad day. And now, when you made love, you wanted the lights out, preventing him from seeing the shapes of your body.  

He knew that what you had said was true—he couldn’t fix this. No matter the amount of love he showered you in, he couldn’t change the way your mind thought when you looked at yourself in the mirror. And it broke his heart knowing that you couldn’t see the same version of yourself that he saw, the perfect girl who he loved so dearly.

Your pain was beyond his fixing, but not beyond his helping. If he had showered you in love before, it was monsoon season now. Flowers every week. More lingerie to model for him.  Touching you nearly every second of the day. More sex than your body could handle. 

Of course, you welcomed his affection. But none of it helped that wound deep inside of you. 

It was at work, of all places, that he got the idea. 

“We’ve got a meeting with the new sponsors today,” his manager explained as they quickly trotted down the long hallway to the conference room. “That luxury brand I was telling you about? I’ve sealed the contract, they’re just here to plan the promo materials.”

Now, sitting in the conference room, the brand representative explained it to him. “The idea for the campaign is risque luxury. We want something… elegant, yet dangerous. Formula 1 fans are the perfect audience. Most of the shots for the initial campaign would just be in-studio, and then, we’d need you to wear some pieces we provide at official Formula 1 events.”

“That all sounds fine,” he said. 

“Great! We’re still looking for some more representatives for the women’s line, but when we find them, we can set up a date for the shoot.”

“Wait, like a female model? I’d need to pose with her?”

“For the first shoot, yes. And if we can get some shots of you and whoever we choose at official events, that’d be perfect.”

“Uh, well, I have a girlfriend. I can't just…be taking random women to events.”

The rep laughed. “Oh, it’s not like that. The models are all professionals. I assure you that no one would be trying to take you away from your partner.”

“If you all need a female model, why not just use her? We’ll be seen together a lot more than anyone else, no?”

His manager shot him a death glare. Was it highly unprofessional to be suggesting his own girlfriend for a job like this? Absolutely. Did he care at all? Absolutely not. 

The rep asked, “Oh, does she model?” 

“Eh… no, not professionally. But this could be her big break, no?” Franco laughed, and the rep did too, for obviously different reasons. But Franco was, unfortunately, serious. 

“Does she have social media?” the rep asked, and Franco pulled up your instagram as the rep scrolled through. 

“Well, first of all, she’s beautiful,” the rep said, clearly trying to be polite. “But, modeling is not just about being pretty.”

“Then why am I here?” The room erupted in laughter, but Franco hadn’t intended the statement to come out like a joke. “No, I’m serious. I drive Formula 1 cars. What are my modeling qualifications?”

“Well,” the rep began, carefully choosing his words, “you have the Latin American market in a chokehold—”

Franco cut him off. “My fans love her, too.”

The rep pursed his lips. “I’m sure they do.” 

“Look, I’m not trying to be difficult—”

“Not at all,” the rep said, cutting Franco off as well. “Let me ask, though… is this a deal breaker for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, if we get a real model, are you saying you wont pose or be seen with her?” 

Franco looked at his manager across the table, who was nothing short of fuming. He began, “You said the theme was ‘risque luxury.’ I’m not going to pose for risque photos with another woman, no.”

The rep sighed. Franco continued, “And honestly, I still don’t even understand why you all even want me to model for you. Nobody in Argentina can even afford these outrageous prices—”

“Okay Franco, that’s enough!” his manager said, a false happiness in her tone. She turned to walk the rep outside, saying, “This has been a wonderful meeting, we can’t wait to hear from you…”

Once he had exited the building, she returned, looked at Franco, and said, “I hope you know you just lost us that contract.”

“Did you sign me up to do a photoshoot with a random woman?”

His manager paused. “...It’s business, Franco.”

“C’mon,” he said, “you knew about this, and you didn’t say anything?”

“I thought you’d understand. Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.”

“You knew that was too much.”

She sighed. “Yeah, okay, I took a gamble hoping you wouldn’t care and I lost. But that sponsorship money is coming out of your bonus.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want to promote this overpriced shit anyway.”

“You’re the bane of my existence, kid,” his manager said, patting him on the back as she walked out of the room.

At the end of the day, all Franco could think about was coming home and collapsing in your arms. When his manager was mad at him—which was often, given his refusal to be media trained—it was his favorite way to destress. 

So when he arrived home and collapsed on top of you, interrupting whatever mindless show you had been watching, you just smiled to yourself. As he exhaled, you placed one hand through his soft curls, and threaded the other under the collar of his shirt to scratch his back. He melted into your touch.

“Hello,” you said, placing a kiss on his head. “Long day?”

“She’s mad at me again,” he murmured, closing his eyes. 

“What’d you do this time?”

“Why do you assume I did something?”

You softly chuckled, “Because I know you.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” he pouted.

“I’m sure it wasn’t.”

He sighed. “I fucked up a sponsor contract. But really, it wasn’t my fault! They wanted me to pose with a bunch of models to sell their overpriced jewelry.”

You hummed. “I thought you liked doing photoshoots?”

“They’re fun, yeah, when they don’t want me to touch random women,” he frowned. You could hear the genuine disgust in his voice.

“I think you’re the only man in the world who would turn down the opportunity to be surrounded by models,” you laughed. 

He lifted his head up to look at you. “Seriously?”

“What?”

“Why would I want a bunch of random women touching on me when I have a girlfriend?”

You laughed again. “Because they’re models.” 

He gave you a look of confused disgust and said, “Oh, hush, YN. You’re the only woman I want within a hundred feet of me at any given time.”

“There’s nothing wrong with acknowledging that other women are beautiful.”

He looked at you sternly. “Um, no. This is when you tell me I’m not allowed to look at, let alone touch, anyone other than you.”

“Franco, you know I’m not like that.”

“You are, though! What has gotten into you, lately?”

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m fine.”

Franco sighed. “No, you’re clearly not. What do I have to do for you to understand that you are the only woman in this world that matters to me? I don’t care what you say, you are the only one I want, the most beautiful girl in the world—”

He leaned up to kiss you, but you dodged his affection.

“Hey!” he protested. You got up from the couch, feeling overwhelmed by the whole interaction. 

“YN, come back—” you just ignored him as you went back to your shared bedroom, barricading yourself in the attached bathroom and exhaling. 

Franco was right. The insecurity had been eating at you for weeks, and somehow, Franco’s commitment to trying to make you feel better had made it worse. Most girls would be happy that their boyfriend (especially their young, famous, athlete boyfriend) wanted nothing to do with other women. But somehow, it just made you fear the worst—when Franco finally saw you as you saw yourself, and you became nothing more than just another one of the many women he ignored.

“YN, come out and talk to me,” you heard him softly plead from outside the door.

“I’m sorry, I just need a minute,” you said through the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“No need to apologize, take all the time you need,” he said. “But when you’re done, promise you’ll come talk to me about it?”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah,” you answered weakly.

“Okay,” he said. You could hear how he pressed his forehead to the door. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Your voice was shaking.

You just needed 5 minutes to breathe and calm down alone. That’s what you told yourself as you took another deep breath and wiped away the tears that now spilled over the corners of your eyes. 

“I’m okay,” you whispered to yourself. ���I’m okay, it’s okay. It’s okay.” You’d say it until it was true. 

When you'd finally calmed down somewhat, you still waited in the bathroom, not wanting Franco to see your puffy, bloodshot eyes, the evidence of your tears. But he knew you were crying. And he knew you’d keep your word and talk to him when you were ready.

He knew you inside and out. So when you silently emerged from the bathroom and found him in the kitchen washing dishes, he knew no words were needed. You slipped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his back as he turned the water off and dried his hands.

He turned around and met your embrace, holding your head beneath his chin and enveloping you in his strong arms. His tender touch brought the tears back.

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize.”

“No,” you corrected. “You’re so good to me. I don’t know why I’m like this.”

“It breaks my heart to see you hurting like this. Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“Just hold me,” you said, burying your head deeper into his chest, smelling the familiar scent of his cologne and the warm comfort of his breath rising and falling. 

The next day, Franco woke before you, spending a moment staring at your sleeping form before he had to get up and leave for the day. 

He knew you had been struggling, but for the life of him, he couldn’t understand how your mind saw something so much more different than his saw. It broke him to know you thought of yourself so negatively.

But he’d hold you all day everyday if it meant it helped even a little bit. He would do anything.

So, when your alarm began screeching and you lazily turned it off, he let you sleep in, simply pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he went into yet another one of endless meetings with his manager before the season started.

She walked in and slammed a stack of papers on the desk. “I don’t know how you keep getting away with this shit every fucking time,” she said.

Franco raised a brow. Her tone wasn’t angry, as he expected, but rather…frustrated?

“The contract,” she continued. “The rep called me last night. They want you to do the campaign no matter what. They’ll let you do it with YN.” 

“Seriously?”

“Yes. We’ll have to get her in here to sign the contract, then we’ve got fittings and we still need to set the date for the actual shoot…”

His manager’s voice faded into the background as Franco remembered the previous night. The idea of you, dolled up in designer clothes posing next to him, had excited him at first. Now, he was unsure if that would just make things worse.

He had to be…deliberate in bringing it up. At home that night, as you two ate dinner, he decided to choose his words very, very carefully. 

“So, you remember that contract I said I lost?”

“The designer stuff?” you asked. He nodded. 

“Yeah. Well, I…actually didn’t fuck it up as bad as I thought I did. They still want us to do the campaign.”

“That’s good. It’ll get your manager off your case.” Your gaze drifted to the plate of food in front of you. The unspoken question lingered in the air. 

“Please don’t be mad at me—” he began, but you cut him off. 

“Franco, you’re a professional. I trust you.”

“Well, um… they want you to model.”

You looked up at him, perplexed. “Me?”

“I showed them your social media.”

“And they want…me. To model for them.”

“Well, they want you to do the campaign with me, yes. And wear a dress of theirs to a fancy event or two.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not a model. And all my followers are just your fans, anyway.”

“Other driver’s girlfriends have done it, why can’t you?” He put down his fork and looked you in the eye. “YN, I think this would be a great thing. I can show you off to the world, and they’ll dress you up and make you feel beautiful. You’re beautiful without it, of course, but you know what I mean. I can’t make you say yes, but I’d love to do this with you.”

You took a beat to think. You couldn’t deny that you wanted the experience of going to lavish galas in designer gowns and seeing Franco grace the covers of magazine and social media home pages. Besides, you thought, if you truly looked bad they could just photoshop you to hell and back.

“Okay,” you answered, “let’s do it.”

So, a few weeks later, you found yourself in one of those cloth chairs that you had only seen in movies, having powder liberally applied to your face by a makeup artist. 

“The heavy makeup is just for the lights. They’re warm and harsh, so it’ll drown you out and make you look greasy if we don’t apply this much.”

You hummed in response, afraid to move your face. “I can tell this is your first time,” the artist said. “Just relax and let us work our magic, yeah? When they all say celebrities are fake, this is what they mean.”

You would have chuckled if you weren’t already sweating with nervousness. “Close your eyes,” she said, and you obeyed, only flinching as she generously sprayed setting spray over your makeup. 

“Alrighty, off to hair for you.”

Hair was the same—a nervousness that clearly identified you as an outsider to this world of glitz and glamor. You coughed when she nearly drowned you in hairspray. 

Then it was time for the final touches, the dress and jewelry. 

You gasped as they brought it out. A long silver satin gown, custom measured to hug your curves perfectly. Your neck was adorned with diamonds, your lips blood red, your hair falling in soft waves over your shoulders. 

When you finally made it into the studio, Franco was already there, clad in a simple yet elegant black suit to contrast against the shiny fabric of your dress. He wasn’t facing you when you first entered, but hearing the click of your heels against the wooden floors, he turned and stopped in his tracks. 

“Oh my God,” he exhaled. “You look…” He was, quite literally, speechless.

You let out an awkward laugh, unused to having so much attention on you. 

“Amazing!” the brand rep said. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

And that, you did. The first shots were simple: you resting your arms on a chair while Franco sat, looking off into the distance, his perfect side profile on display. Both of you staring down the camera, arms placed in dynamic positions. 

Then you switched to the more sensual shots. Franco kneeled before you, kissing your hand, allowing you to show off the ring they had placed to contrast your black gloves. Another one, a shot of you holding his cheek as he gazed up at you in admiration. 

Then you switched, with him taking the more dominant role in the poses. His hand around your neck, showing off his own ridiculously expensive rings, as you tilted your head upwards towards him and he glared at the camera. A shot of Franco holding you up against a wall; his arm was draped above you to show off a watch, but his other hand found your waist and his head was turned as if to kiss you while you stared at the camera.

“Okay, play with the pose a bit,” the photographer instructed. “Let’s get some candids.”

You turned away from the camera, trying to ignore the incessant clicking and flashing in the background.

He smiled. “Hi, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” you replied, smiling as well. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Franco leaned closer to your ear to whisper, “I really want to rip this dress off you.”

“Franco!”

“Oh, that was good!” the photographer yelled. “Whatever you said, do it again, her expression was golden.”

You laughed as you both repositioned, standing in front of the dark backdrop. 

“How much will it cost if I damage this dress?” Franco asked, looking at the photographer.

“Probably more than quadruple my salary,” the photographer laughed. “So please don’t.”

“But I have an idea. Just hear me out.”

Franco leaned down and gripped the strap of your dress in his mouth, eliciting a gasp from you and a thousand clicks of the camera. 

His most bold suggestion, though, was the shot from the floor; he laid down and had you crawl on his chest and kneel above his head, draping his shoulders in the luxurious fabric and showing off your bedazzled garter beneath a silt in the dress. Though the photo would only expose a little bit of thigh, you couldn’t deny the rush of adrenaline that the position gave you. 

When the shoot was over, it hurt your heart a bit to have to take off the dress and jewelry. Franco could tell. A sad smile painted your face as they carefully removed the diamonds from your neck and ears. But the one that hurt most was the gorgeous diamond ring, which you gently slipped off your gloved finger with a pang of sadness.

Franco was right; it had been fun to dress up and show off, but it was over now. So you said a silent goodbye to this false world of luxury as you walked off to the dressing room, and Franco went over to the brand rep who was packing up your jewelry. 

“A lovely job, both of you!” he said. “I’ll admit, I was hesitant at first, but you all definitely proved me wrong. These photos will come out amazingly.”

“How much is the ring?” Franco asked, gesturing to the lockbox that it was now hidden away in. 

“Ah, I could tell she liked it. Are you thinking of popping the question soon?”

“Ah, well…” Franco said, nervous now. It hadn’t occurred to him that it was an engagement ring. 

The rep laughed. “Well, this one’s from the new collection, expertly crafted. Usually goes for around $130,000, but that’s just with the base without any modifications.”

Franco choked on his own saliva. He certainly wasn’t making that much money yet, and besides, he didn’t know if his little working-class heart could ever justify spending that much money on a shiny rock. 

But for you? Anything. 

The rep could sense his hesitation. “Well, if you decide to go for it, here’s my card. Maybe we can work something out.” Franco nodded and accepted the card, stowing it away in his wallet after he changed out of his suit. 

Once you arrived home, the mountain of makeup and hairspray that you were both still covered in acted as the perfect excuse for a shower together.

As Franco lathered shampoo into your hair, he whispered, “You looked beautiful today.”

You smiled. “I felt beautiful.”

The photos were released a few weeks later, sending the internet into chaos. 

YN!?!?!?! CAN FRANCO FIGHT?

Does YN know that we’d all kill to be her right now

The hand placement!! The look in his eyes!!! That man is IN LOVE!!!!!

You chuckled to yourself as you read through the comments on your Instagram post. 

You saw the most important comment: the one from Franco. 

Eres el amor de mi vida <3 

You felt butterflies rise up in your stomach as you tapped the little heart to like the comment, as if that same man wasn’t taking you to the F1 Grand Prix Gala in Monaco tonight. 

You wanted nothing more than to walk in on his arm, basking in the glow of the photoshoot. It wasn’t just the glamor of the shots or the makeup that made you feel better; it was Franco. The way he looked at you like you were a goddess—you finally understood what he meant when he said he wanted you to see yourself as he saw you. 

As you donned the loaned dress from the same brand—less extravagant than the gown from the shoot, but still gorgeous—you were so thankful you had let Franco talk you into this. 

Everyone was abuzz at the event, and you were getting kudos left and right from strangers, which was slightly embarrassing, but you soaked in the attention anyway. But the best feeling was your lover’s hand at the small of your back, guiding you through the crowded ballroom.

You stepped out onto an empty balcony, drinking in the clear night air, now alone from the crowd. Of course, he followed like a lost puppy. 

“Mi amor,” he said as you leaned against the ledge, “I don’t know what’s more beautiful, you or the night sky.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “That’s too much, even for you.” 

“Maybe,” he joked. “And, maybe, we should get out of here. I’m tired of pretending to like all these old rich people.”

“That sounds lovely.”

You two sped home, where Franco wasted no time taking off your dress and decorating the floor with it.

“Let me worship you,” he said, grazing his lips over the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Don’t you already?” you joked, evidence of your returned confidence.

“I do,” he said, “because you’re divine. I want to taste you.” He grabbed your panties with his teeth, pulling them down slowly, enjoying the burning desire you both felt as his skin grazed against yours. 

But even now that he had you fully undressed, he still teased you, gently kissing your thighs, looking up into your eyes with every kiss. You pushed his hair back, softly inhaling with every inch of skin that his mouth touched. 

“Franco…”

“Mi ángel,” he exhaled. “Mi reina, mi cielo, mi vida.”

With a featherlight touch, he brought his mouth to your wetness, kissing your clit before rolling his tongue around the soaked bundle of nerves. Your breath hitched.

He brought two fingers to your entrance, teasing you until you were dripping with want for him. “You’re perfect. So perfect for me.”

His praise felt like your native tongue, the way your bodies and words naturally curved to each other, fitting together like you were made for this. 

He echoed your thoughts, continuing, “You take me so well.” He curled his fingers to hit that sensitive spot inside of you that made you see stars, eliciting a moan. 

“I live to pleasure you, mi amor.” He brought his mouth back to your clit, pointing his tongue and swirling circles around it as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. 

You squirmed under him, overcome by the pleasure of both his hands and his words. As he continued his movements, he never shifted his gaze from you.

But you looked away, to the mirror in the corner that had been moved as you got ready. You had a perfect view of Franco pleasuring you, and God, was the sight beautiful. 

Franco saw you looking and stopped, eliciting a frustrated whine from you. 

“Come here,” he said, climbing on the bed. “Keep facing the mirror.” He positioned himself behind you, grabbing your chin to keep your face straight as you both gazed at your reflections. “I want you to watch me fuck you. I want you to see how perfect you look when I take you.”

You wordlessly nodded, loving the vulnerability of being at the mercy of the man who worshipped you. 

As Franco unwrapped and put on a condom behind you, you studied the patches of red that colored your cheeks, flushed from your lover having nearly brought you to the brink of orgasm only moments before. 

He spanked you and you playfully yelped. “Don’t you dare take your eyes off this mirror.”

“What if I do?” you asked. “Will you punish me?”

He spanked you again, the other side this time. “Don’t even think about it.” 

Then, slowly, he placed his hands on your hips and found his way to your entrance, filling you with a swift but gentle motion. You both let out a low moan. 

“Even your pussy is perfect,” he said as he began to move. “Taking every inch of me.”

“Yes,” you moaned. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, increasing his pace and intensity, making you scream. “I want to fuck this pussy every day for the rest of my life.”

His words went through one ear and out the other; you couldn’t focus with his fucking you into the mattress with every thrust.

You cried and closed your eyes, hanging your head as you tried to hold back the waves of pleasure that were building in your core. But Franco roughly grabbed your hair and yanked your head back up.

“What did I tell you? Look at yourself, getting fucked like the perfect little whore you are.” You loved it when Franco was a little rough with you, but combined with the praise, it nearly sent you over the edge.

“Now,” he said, slowing down his pace, “since you didn’t do what I told you, you don’t get to cum.”

You whined in protest as Franco pulled out, leaving you feeling cold and empty. “Please,” you begged. 

He laid down on the bed. “If you want it, do it yourself,” he teased. “Ride me. If you want to cum, you have to watch as you make yourself cum on my cock.” 

You didn't argue, instead just obeying and sinking yourself down on him. You watched in the mirror as he disappeared in you, mesmerized by the way your bodies connected. 

His hands found your waist again as you began to bounce on him, chasing your release with an relentless pace. 

“Fuck, Franco, I’m close—” you moaned, and you felt his hand come down hard on your ass again. 

“Are you watching?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Tell me how beautiful you look.” If he had said this at any time other than in the heat of your passion, you would have cringed. But now, moments away from an orgasm, you obeyed.

“I fit perfectly on top of you,” you began with a shaky voice. “And I look…I look perfect riding your cock.”

“What else?”

“I look beautiful covered in your love bites.”

“Good girl,” he growled, matching your pace, fucking up into you. “My perfect, beautiful girl.”

With his final statement of praise, you shook, letting yourself drown in waves of pleasure as he continued fucking you through it. 

He had switched back to Spanish now, babbling away what you assumed to be your praises as he chased his own orgasm, quickly finishing from the heavenly feeling of your walls gripping around him. 

When you all collapsed in a pile next to each other, he threw an arm around you, wordlessly holding you in his embrace. His words could never truly make it better, he knew that.

But thankfully, his words weren't needed anymore. Now, you believed him. 

[shigarosie]

Butterfly, Fly Away (part one)

Aizawa feels out of breath. Despite the fact that he drove to the daycare center, it feels like he ran the whole way. He doesn’t run inside, but he does do an awkward half jog to get in there quickly without looking like some sort of lunatic. 

The room, as expected, is a disaster. Kids are crying. Drawings have been torn up and thrown around, chairs have been overturned. Eri is at the center of it all, with an uninterrupted scream at the top of her lungs that he’s sure has lasted at least a full minute by the way her red face is slowly starting to show hints of purple. 

Eri has been kicked out of another daycare. 

She skips alongside him merrily as he walks back to the car with him, her little purple bag in one hand while the other holds her own pudgy little palm. You would think that she was a perfectly well behaved little angel if you saw her now, no traces left of her hurricane of an outburst mere minutes ago. 

There was a familiar throbbing pain forming like a tight band around his skull. 

Once they were in the car, Eri kicking her feet in her carseat and playing with the straps of her bag, Aizawa couldn’t help but spare glances at her in the rearview mirror when he stopped at all the stop signs on the way back to the high school. His daughter was the best, most important thing in his life. He loved her more than anything, no matter what. He just didn’t know what to do with her anymore. 

As he parked in his designated spot, five minutes left of his lunch break, Eri hurriedly tried to unbuckled her carseat before Aizawa could get to her. It was a game she liked to play, despite the fact that her clumsy fingers hadn’t yet grown strong enough to fully press the big red button that released the clips. But Aizawa didn’t get out of the car to come around and unbuckle her yet. 

“Hurry daddy!” she taunts, grunting as her fingers slip as they always do. “I’m gonna beat you this time!” 

“What happened, Eri?”

She paused, looking up at him with those eyes that look almost too big for her head in the sweetest way. She looked unphased. Unashamed, unapologetic. 

“I didn’t like it there,” was the simple answer she gave. “Daycare is stupid.” 

“But honey,” he sighed, “you know that you have to go. And don’t use the word stupid, please.” 

The little girl starts to shift uncomfortably in her seat, no longer trying to unbuckle her restrictive straps, but attempting to pull them down her shoulders instead. 

“Why?” she asks, an edge beginning to form where a smooth curve used to exist in her voice. “Why can’t I just come with you to big kid school?” 

“Because next year you’ll have to start going to kindergarten, so you can learn new things and make friends. I won’t be able to just drop everything and come get you. Instead you’ll be forced to either sit in your classroom or sit in the principal’s office for hours until big kid school is done.”

Eri slumps in her seat. The tears are welling in her eyes and Aizawa has to look above her head in order to keep talking with her. 

“This is the fourth daycare you’ve been kicked out of, honey. That’s not good.”

Eri turns her face away. “Guess you’ll have to maybe take me to a new one then,” she says. 

“I can’t.” At this she perks up, catching the feeling of excitement in those little hands of hers before it slips from her grasp and runs off when she sees her dad do that thing where he drags his hand down the entirety of his face and then rubs at his scruffy jaw. “This was the last daycare in our area that I can afford. No more daycares.”

“So I’ll have to come to school with you now, right?” she asks, hopeful eyes shining with a few embarrassed tears that hadn’t yet gone away. 

Aizawa doesn’t say anything. He gets out of the car, opens her door, and helps her out of her seatbelt. 

“Come on,” he says, holding her bag in one hand and her palm in the other. “Today you get to watch my students take a pop quiz.” 

Class 1-A loves Eri. They love to dote on her, like she’s their princess and they are nothing but her humble servants. They don’t bat an eye when she shows up during the second half of the day anymore, used to their visibly stressed teacher sitting her down with coloring pages and an old cd player (there’s no way in hell he would ever put an ipad in her hands) in a poor attempt at a fort under his desk. They felt bad for him, really, knowing how hard he’s had it since… 

They also like to sneak little snacks and fidget toys to her when he’s not looking. They get passed down the rows of desks like contraband, making a wide loop around the goody-goodies that rat them out. They think they’re helping, really they do. And it’s endearing. But it makes it more difficult for him, in all actuality, when he’s trying to convince Eri that his classroom is not the place for her to be and they’re doing everything to make it friendly for her. They even stopped swearing when Eri made her little visits. (At least, they tried their best.) 

“They’re like her gang of babysitters,” Aizawa explains to Mic as he pulls out a bottle of scotch from the baby proofed cupboard above the fridge and two glasses. Eri had been put to bed an hour prior, after having her bath and getting her hair braided and insisting on TWO stories tonight; one from her dad and one from her godfather. “It just makes her want to be there even more.”

“Maybe that’s what you two need,” Mic says from the sofa, helping himself to some chips and dip. 

“What?”

“You know, a babysitter,” the blond elaborates. “Or a nanny, in this case.”

Aizawa’s brow furrows. His lips turn down. Mic can already tell this is going to take a lot of selling. “What’s the difference?”

“Nannies do more,” Mic says, his mouth partially full. He gave up on manners around Aizawa sometime around… well, they met in middle school, so he probably never had them in the first place. “Babysitters are for, like, date nights and stuff.” 

“I definitely don’t need one of those,” Aizawa grumbles, handing Mic his glass before settling onto the couch himself. 

“Nannies are more long term,” Mic continues, not addressing the comment, “they would stay with her at home the whole day while you work, maybe do some tidying or run some errands for you. It’s like daycare, but more personal and actually not at all like daycare. You just have someone watching your kid all day.” 

Aizawa groans, gulping down most of his drink in one go. “I don’t want some stranger in my house alone with my kid. That sounds terrible.” 

“Man, they call them nanny cams for a reason. And when you use the websites they do background checks.” 

“How do you know so much about nannies?” Aizawa asks suspiciously. Mic had no kids. He had no nieces or nephews. All he had were a bunch of elementary school students singing the same ten annoying songs off key. 

“Remember the lady with the two kids I was hooking up with while they were with their dad? She had a nanny.” 

“And how long after you stopped seeing the mom did you start sleeping with the nanny?” Aizawa asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“Hey, it’s completely a coincidence that I met her nanny out at a bar one night, okay? Swear on my life. Not like I ever met her before then, I never met the kids!” 

“Whatever,” Aizawa says, downing the last of his drink before pouring another. “I’m not getting a nanny.” 

“You at least gotta think about it,” Mic says, “you don’t have many other choices here. Unless you want to call your mom and have her-” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Then I recommend you take the weekend to research nanny websites,” Mic says. “You can’t bring your kid to work with you every day. It’s not good for her. It’s not good for you.” Mic leaves his unfinished drink on the coffee table, knowing Aizawa will just drink the rest himself after he leaves. “I should tuck in for the night. Think about it, alright? And I’m right down the street if you ever need anything. And-” 

“Good night, Mic.” 

“Later.” 

Aizawa stays on the couch, sitting in the same spot, staring at the wall in front of him for an hour before he finally sighs to himself. 

“Don’t have many other choices,” he grumbles as he pulls his laptop out of his work bag and starts his google search, Mic’s unfinished glass of scotch in hand. 

‘best nanny websites’

[fictionalmenxyn]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

Pairing: Rafe x Reader established relationship

Warnings: language, mentioned of blood/dried grazes

𖣔𖣔𖣔

Once again, summer rolled around. Having only to do your weekend job, you were free to do whatever.

So you woke up just around nine in the morning. You had a fresh and cooling shower to start your day. Drying your hair then doing your skincare. As you were doing your skincare Rafe started to FaceTime on your phone.

You accepted it and put your phone straight back on the counter. Making the view from your end, just the ceiling. Rafe spoke groggily “morning, baby.” You chuckle softly at his tired voice “good morning, Rafey…” you could hear him shuffle in bed a little. Most likely moving so he was sitting up against his headboard. He moved his phone close to his face. Only his eyes on the camera as he asked “why’re you finding that ever so pretty face of yours, babe?… you know I need to see it when I wake up…”

You had realised that your phone wasn’t resting against the mirror up against your wall. You answered “I forgot, sorry” you smile as you could see yourself in the camera view. You also see Rafe’s famous smirk plastered on his face “that’s more like it… what’re you doing? Your face wash shit?” You laugh “yep, I am, why?” He playfully groaned “why you always gotta do that shit?? Isn’t it like makeup or something? You know I don’t like makeup on that face of yours, sweetheart.” You playfully roll your eyes with a grin. You replied “Rafe I keep telling ya, it’s not makeup it’s healthy for your skin.”

𖣔𖣔𖣔

After your morning and going out with your friends for breakfast. You were driving your baby-blue bronco. The sunroof down and your shades on. Your music was cut short when your phone ringtone went through the speakers. You use your free hand to press the screen and you spoke “hello?”

Once again, the voice you love oh so much, replies. “Hey, baby, are you busy right now?…” you answered “not really, just getting back from breakfast with the girls, why?” He answered “me and the boys are out on the golf course… was wondering if you wanna join?… cause I know I’ll loose my head if they keep it up with all the shit that’s coming outta their mouths.” He says with zero venom behind. You laugh “sure, sure, I’ll be there in fifteen.

And soon enough, you arrived at the golf range.

You grab your keys and phone. Locking up the bronco you head through the building and out onto the range. Walking over to where the three guys were. You put your phone and keys into your one hand as you call out “hey guys!” You smile and wave as they turn.

After being greeted by Kelce and Topper. Rafe opens his arms “hey, pretty girl, you okay, babe?” Smiling as you nod you answered “yeah, thanks, how’re you?” You added a joke on “still got your head screwed on I see.” He lets out a chuckle as he keeps his arms wrapped around your waist. “Mhm, still have.”

As the guys swing their clubs. You stand in front of Rafe. His arm slung around your shoulder that looks like a very loose headlock. The hand by your shoulders playing with your hair. He moved to rest his chin on your head. He spoke “looking beautiful today, darlin’” you smiled softly “thanks, I only threw these together to go-” “babe, stop, let me compliment you, hush…” you chuckle softly as he pecks your temple. “So? What’s my pretty girl going to do today?… got plans?” You hummed in agreement. “Gotta babysit Ollie and Issac. Then I’ll probably sit in the hammock.” You smiled as recently your dad and older brother helped set up a hammock at these two trees in your backyard that overlooks the beach. A nice reading spot.

Rafe looks down, seeing your grazed knees and dry blood. He hated when you got hurt. But he knew you were okay as he knew the reason behind your somewhat battered knees. “How did roller blading with Issac go?” You chuckle at the memory. Lifting your one leg up showing him “great, can’t you tell?”

Rafe smiled softly, god you were so sweet. “Oh yeah? Glad to hear… Mind if I crash those plans?” You shrugged “I don’t mind, you know Ollie will be shy of you, but Issac couldn’t give a shit.” You both laugh. Rafe added “yeah, that’s true… I’ll help you babysit.” Topper added his own comment “Rafe Cameron, babysitting? Yeah nah, that’s true ain’t happening… what really is gonna happen is Y/n will be the one actually babysitting and Rafe will either drool over Y/n being an auntie or he’ll be play fighting with Issac again.” Rafe playfully clipped Topper at the side of his head with his free hand. As you laughed knowing what Topper said was 100% true.

𖣔𖣔𖣔

Later in the day, you sat in the backyard. Sitting at the indoor-outdoor dinning area. You had turned the chair to face the garden. Having Ollie (who’s two) sitting on your lap as you both watched Rafe and Issac (who’s nine) play fighting. Ollie wasn’t a play fighting type, hence the reason he’s sat on your lap. Ollie liked playing toys and going in the pool. While Issac was a play fighting and adventure type.

Rafe playfully yet gently tackled Issac into the soft grass. Cupping the back of Issac’s head so his hand would protect him. Rafe then stood up with Issac over his shoulder, laughing and squirming. Rafe patted his back “alright, buddy… time for a break… uncle Rafe needs a drink.” Issac kept laughing then as he was put down. Issac ran over and gulped his lemonade.

Rafe moved to sit next to you, grabbing his ice cold bottle of beer. Taking a few sips. He then placed the glass bottle down. Moving his arm to rest against the back of your chair.

Rafe looked down at the toddler in your lap. Seeing Ollie look up at Rafe with wide curious eyes. Rafe leaned down to Ollie’s level. He spoke in a soft yet playful like tone “hey buddy, having fun on auntie y/n/n lap?” Ollie nodded a little then looked down to his toy. Feeling shy again.

You rubbed your hand over the toddlers curls “hey, no need to be shy, bub. Races pretty much family.” Rafe nodded. He leaned over and pecked your lips. He playfully said “yeah, who knew you’d have such a smokin’ hot aunt-” “Rafe!” “What?! I’m stating the obvious??” “In front of the two years old, seriously?!” “True true… my bad?”

𖣔𖣔𖣔

As the sun sets, you hold your current read in your hands. Feeling Rafe’s chest against your back as you turn the page. The slight breeze licking up ever so slightly as the tide comes in then out.

Rafe plays with your hair, not caring about the book or the scenery. His focus elsewhere, you. He counties to play with your hair. Whispering a sweet nothing into your ear or kissing your cheek every so often. The hammock swaying slightly under both of your weight.

This was the life, you didn’t expect it to be this, maybe you did. But it was thee life.

Rafe started to gently massage your shoulder as you finished the chapter. Placing the bookmark with was an old piece of magazine. You place the bookmark in your lap. Tilting your head back enough to see Rafe’s face. He joked “finally finished that god awful romance book??” You playfully roll your eyes “Rafe, it’s a book about Achilles and Patroclus. It does mention love and grief… but it is also Greek mythology book.” He chuckled “I’m messing with ya..” he tilted his head down and give your lips a soft kiss. “I love you, sweetheart.” You smiled softly. Yes he did. Yes, the Rafe Cameron loved someone. And it was you.

“I love you too, Rafey.”

𖣔𖣔𖣔

And soon enough, the moon has shown itself. You brush your teeth. Wearing some random summer pjs you had from last year. You put your hair into some braids. While Rafe stood next to you, brushing his teeth, in just his boxers. As usual, he does it every time. You’ve gotten used to see his walk around in his boxers. He always liked to strut his stuff. He knew what he was doing and packing. So why not show it off to your amazing girlfriend? That’s exactly what he says when he catches you rolling your eyes with a smile.

The two of you eventually climb into bed. Rafe pulling you to his side as you get comfortable. Resting your head on his bare toned chest. You use your nail to gently trace shapes into his tanned skin. He smiled lazily. He rested his cheek against your head as you both chat about everything and anything. That’s a thing you’re grateful for. It never got boring with him.

Eventually you both say your good nights and hit the hay. Ready for another day to come. That’s a typical day of Y/n Y/l/n. Another great day done. What are you up to tomorrow? We’ll find out…

𖣔𖣔𖣔

[kinsfics]

we fell in love in the middle of nowhere – steve harrington

▶︎ NOW PLAYING: middle of nowhere by frawley

⸺ summary: Hawkins, Indiana was never enough for (Y/N). She had big dreams and an even bigger future ahead of her. Everyone always said she was destined for more than the small Indiana town could ever give her. She could only hope Steve was too.

⸺ author's note: I'm gonna be editing/rewriting and posting all of my stories that were on my old account onto here since I have no inspiration to write anything new right now lol

We used to meet up at the park

We knew the shortcuts all by heart

Raced to the top of the swing set

To escape the town that we lived in

We fell in love in the middle of nowhere

“You sure took your sweet time, Harrington,” You say as soon as you see the unmistakable head of hair belonging to the one and only Steve Harrington.

“Sorry, babe. You know how long it takes to get this under control,” he says with a smirk, gesturing to his hair. He strolls over to where you’re sitting on the swing and stands in front of you. You stand up to greet him, and he takes you into his arms. Leaning in as if to kiss you, he whispers, “Race you to the top of the swing set,” before taking off.

“Cheater!” You yell, running after him. You catch up with him and watch as he stands victorious at the top of the playground. “No fair,” you pout at him. Steve laughs before reaching toward you to brush a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. He stares into your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispers, staring into your eyes. Before you get a chance to respond, he’s leaning in and kissing you.

I always hated that small town

I couldn’t wait ‘til I got out

Couldn’t drive but I had some car keys

And you promised you would come with me

But you stayed in the middle of nowhere

You and Steve had the time of your lives that summer. But there was always the desire for something more. You had been ecstatic when the chance came for you to get out of Hawkins, Indiana.

“Your parents bought you a car?” Steve gawked, making you laugh.

“Yeah, it’s a present for graduating with straight ‘A’s,” you explained, holding up your car keys.

“You don’t even have your license,” Steve frowned, and you rolled your eyes.

“I will soon. And when I do, I’m taking this baby and getting the hell out of this town,” you said, looking longingly at your new car.

“You know I’ll follow you anywhere,” Steve had promised, punctuating it with a kiss to your cheek. But when the time came, you drove away in your new car, leaving Steve in your rear view mirror.

Tell me how we ended up miles apart

With nothing in my bag and only half a heart

I knew that it was stupid

But I just needed a change

As you stand in a new town, unfamiliar faces all around you, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up so far away from the boy you loved. Dragging your near-empty suitcase behind you, you leave the airport, leaving more than just your old clothes behind.

Now part of me is sitting in the place we met

The front seat of your car smelled like cigarettes

I guess I kinda loved it

‘Cause it’s etched inside my brain

Sitting in the cab on the way to your new apartment, you can’t help but think back to a better time. A less lonely time.

“Those things will kill you, y’know,” you say, watching as Steve takes a drag of his cigarette. He shrugs but takes it out of his mouth and flicks it out of the window.

“Better?” He asks, one eyebrow raised in question.

“Much,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. You could still taste the cigarette smoke on his tongue.

I tried to change

To be someone new

So I went to Paris to be in a city

That’s time zones away

Now I’m up ‘til two (I’m up ‘til two)

I made it all the way, but it’s no use

My heart’s in the middle of nowhere with you

Paris was the opposite of Hawkins. Filled with bustling crowds of people, unfamiliar noises, and cars racing past, you can’t help but wonder what the hell you were thinking. You had told Steve you wanted a change. You didn’t want to be the girl with big dreams who never made it out. But now, as you lie awake in bed at two in the morning, you can’t help but wonder if it would have been all that bad to stay in the middle of nowhere with him.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Charles, Monty, and Edwin (Holiday AU: Holi)

Jenny sighs. “Listen, kid, I’m not your father.”

Charles flinches. That’s not- He never said- “I never said you were.”

“Yeah, but I know what it’s like to carry around that kind of fucking weight,” Jenny says, and the breath leaves Charles’ lungs. “To be scared of other people turning out to be like your old man because you’re worried about becoming your old man. But ask anyone- those guys who are head-over-heels for you, your best friends, your mom, who can’t stop bragging about you- and they’ll tell you that you’re not him. And you’ll never be, because you care too much to let it happen. Screw the past, kid- you can be whoever you want.”

Charles feels like he’s been hit with a truck. That’s not- he can’t be-

Charles shouldn’t be spilling his guts to a woman he barely knows. But he can’t help himself, because how can anyone help but stare at themselves in the mirror and touch their face to check if they’re seeing things or if that creature in their reflection is really them? If you can actually see the truth in your own reflection, or if it’s just lying to you and you’ll never be anything more than the scared little kid haunting you from within your very bones?

“But how- god, how do you know?” Charles asks. “Sometimes, when I look at myself in the mirror, all I can see is him. See his eyebrows, his eyes, his hands- god, how do you know that you won’t end up like them? That your love won’t hurt everything it touches if you’re not careful?”

Jenny purses her lips. “Listen, kid. I’ve had shitty relationships. I’ve had a shitty father. But I’ve made something of myself. And you did too. You and I- we both know something about wounds. We both know something about stitches. I took over my dad’s shop and became a butcher because I refused to let him cut me down. You became a nurse because you refused to let the wounds fester. Neither of us are our fucking fathers."

-aletterinthenameofsanity, it came a flower bright (amid the cold of winter)

@charles-rowland-week Day 2: Comfort

Chapter can be found here!

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[ally1uvsu]

Breathe. | Choi su-bong (Thanos) x Nam-gyu

Summary; Where Nam-gyu basically has a breakdown inside the bathroom followed by huge dysphoria and the person he least expects talks him through it all.

Info; Gender dysphoria, trans!Nam-gyu, it’s like one of my hcs pls don’t attack me, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of death (avrg squid game behavior), drugs, mentions of blood, idiots in love, kissing, actually js fluff mixed w angst, Nam-gyu w sensory issues if you squint!!, self-harm but without necessarily cutting, suicidal thoughts, bathroom fight shit doesn’t happen for their sake, they’re both emotionally constipated, Thanos just being Thanos honestly, coming out of the closet, unbinding, bruises, cuddling, acceptance, probably ooc but again who cares, just tbh actual tooth rotting comfort for our boy<3

Notes; I think writing became sort of a hyperfixation.. it’s so bad I gen can’t sleep so here you go goobers! Also don’t attack me for the trans nam-gyu hc I js saw that man and I was like; ‘this one’s going to my big hcs list’..

Nam-gyu has been feeling shaken ever since they came back from that stupid mingle game, sure, he was high off his mind just like Thanos was but.. he wasn’t sure why he felt so shaken up. The blood tainted his once pristine white sneakers, making him grimace as he remembered the pools of blood on the floor.

Fidgeting with his anxiety ring, Nam-gyu bit the inside of his cheek as he pushed the bathroom door open. He could still very clearly hear the screams and shouts of the people dying outside, the cries piercing his soul. He cursed under his breath, leaning against the sinks.

It took him a bit to realize his hands were fucking shaking like hell. He brought a hand up to his hair to tug on it, feeling that desperate urge again. But he stopped, instead, he kept his gaze down on the sink as that same hand that was once meant for his hair turned the tap on.

He splashed cold water onto his face, once, twice, thrice. And then with the support of both hands, he looked at himself in the mirror, he still had fucking blood smudged on his face. His stomach churned, the back of his hand wiping the blood away, completely forgetting about the tap, rather, he just let the water keep running.

Nam-gyu couldn’t help but stare at himself in the mirror, had the drugs seriously worn off that quickly? No, he didn’t think so. Maybe the real problem was him, he hated feeling affected by that stupid fucking game.

But of course he was the problem, it wasn’t a surprise. From a problem to another, as quick as it came, his thoughts began scattering, his hand fidgeting with his ring viciously as he tried to will his body and mind to calm the fuck down.

Again, Nam-gyu looked at himself, really did. And he cringed at the sight, some of his hair was sticking to his face, he looked exhausted, which was no surprise. And then finally, his gaze focused on himself overall, most importantly, his features. He remembered Thanos, hell, he was so.. masculine.

It wasn’t only his personality, but his looks. Compared to how he looks, Nam-gyu looked horribly like a girl, something he despised to be or even think he would ever be. But in this moment, he just knows he looks like a girl.

Nam-gyu cursed under his breath as he ducked his head down, nimble fingers tightening around the sink as he tried to at least regulate his breathing, but he felt sick to his stomach. Not only because of that stupid round but because of himself.

The way he looked made him want to carve himself out, maybe get out of this skin somehow that seemed to trap him in a place where he felt like he was constantly going to lose his fucking mind.

He shivered, fuck, when had he gotten so cold? The feeling wasn’t exactly unwelcome, anything rather than this was.

He swallowed hard, feeling the itch on his skin. He got that whenever he was in moods like this, it’s as if his body knew he wanted to claw himself out of it, it was ironic.

Nam-gyu felt nothing short of pathetic, and yet he began itching his skin. He damned himself for not bringing a small knife with himself, it could have done wonders to what hems feeling right now.

The itching just intensifies, it begins to hurt. But it’s a welcome feeling of pain. His mind drags him to the lifeless corpses he could see through the slit on the door, eyes glazed and blood seeping out of them as the gunfire ceased.

Nam-gyu could feel his vision get blurry, slowly, reverently but surely. He bit down on his lip, the hand that wasn’t viciously scratching his arm as if to try to get himself out was clenched in a fist, his nails, albeit short, dug into his skin.

He was crying again, Nam-gyu hated feeling like this. Hell, he hated everything. He just desperately needed to get out, or maybe all he needed was a bullet in his brain, out there he was nothing and in here he was worse than nothing. Maybe he could steal a pill or two from Thanos to calm his nerves, but it didn’t feel ideal, especially when he became sober so quickly.

His mind felt hazy as he furiously scratched and dug his fingers and clawed at his skin in his arms, he couldn’t see because his eyes were so damn foggy. He couldn’t hear anything since the only thing he could hear was his heart beat thudding strongly in his ears, a sickening reminder he was still alive and would be inside this fuckass body.

He bit his lip to stifle what he guessed was a sob, his hands were shaking again, and Nam-gyu felt like he couldn’t fucking breathe. His chest felt heavy, too constricted to suck in too much breath, the exact amount he needed.

He winced as he moved, the pain finally seeping in. He remembered binding tightly before leaving to this place, so.. he probably hasn’t taken this stupid binder in three days straight, oh, Nam-gyu bet this would do a number on this situation.

A quiet sob left his lips as his legs wobbled, doubling over while one hand still held tightly onto the sink, the water still running. His legs felt like jelly as his hand went to his chest, this was pure fucking torture at its finest, even though this was his own fault.

The reason why he’s like this right now is because he isn’t a fucking boy, Nam-gyu gritted his teeth. He would be able to breathe properly if he was a boy, he wouldn’t need to bind his stupid chest if he wasn’t a boy, he wouldn’t need to cry himself to sleep or fight with internal transphobia if he was a boy, Nam-gyu was just playing a boy, he realized. Or maybe it was just his mind speaking.

He only panicked further when he couldn’t breathe properly anymore, he was practically wheezing. And he was alone in the damn bathroom.

But not for long, really. Because Thanos apparently couldn’t leave people fucking alone when they took too long. Thanos, as always walked in carelessly, not noticing the scene at first.

"Hey, Nam-su, you were taking forever, bro. What else could be better than talking to the great Thanos?" But the next moment, Thanos knew something was off. First of all, he didn’t get a reply, and second of all, he could hear quiet sobs.

His gaze darted around until it fell on a familiar bob, Nam-gyu was sunken to his knees, shaking. Visibly crying and wheezing for air, Thanos didn’t know how to react. He was never good at comforting people, and wasn’t the best with making them feel better through words.

And yet, either way, his feet unconsciously moved to Nam-gyu as he crouched down in front of him. The other man seemed too caught up in his panic to notice, so, gently, Thanos reached out very slowly and wrapped his hand around Nam-gyu’s wrist.

The eyes that met his own were all familiar, but also weren’t. Nam-gyu had a huge ego and was a huge goof, but now.. Thanos couldn’t help but frown as he saw the tears clinging to his eyes as they slipped down, collected on his chin and then fell. His gaze was wild, hell, almost even scared. Thanos was definitely sure this was the closest to frightened he’d ever see Nam-gyu get.

"Nam-gyu, hey, hey man look at me." Thanos said as he held the other’s chin, it was almost scary how he was shaking so badly. "You need to take a breather, you look like you might run out of breath." Thanos said, but it didn’t do anything. Goddamn it, Thanos hated not knowing what to do, hated feeling powerless.

"I c-" He heard Nam-gyu choke out, was he trying to say 'I can’t'? Thanos was worried as hell, he couldn’t understand shit while his friend was nearly out of fucking breath.

Nam-gyu’s hand clawed at his chest, as much as he felt scared to come out, which mingled with his whole anxiety, Nam-gyu felt like he was being tortured. And thankfully, Thanos got the hint. "Is it something wrong with your chest?" He asked as he saw how Nam-gyu seemed to try to get something out. So instead of questioning, he shut up and began taking the tracksuit jacket with the other’s number off. Then, his shirt.

Thanos could easily tell Nam-gyu was almost afraid of this, he was hesitant, tense, even. But if this was cutting off his air supply, Thanos would have to get whatever this dude was using or wearing off.

His lips parted in a small 'O' as he caught the sight of a chest binder, but he brushed it off, now wasn’t really the time to be shocked. "You need to get this off before you pass out or some shit." Thanos said, and Nam-gyu just nodded, feeling lightheaded already, sobbing hurt, trying to suck in a breath hurt like a bitch.

He turned around with his back to Thanos as he felt the other unclasp the binder, his hands were too shaky to work something out, and he felt instantly relieved, like a pressure in his chest was gone, but he still couldn’t properly breathe. But before he could ponder on it too much, Thanos was already speaking up.

"Try to match your breathing rhythm to mines, in and out very slowly." He finally said, and Nam-gyu complied. After what felt like five minutes, Nam-gyu finally had managed to breathe. Calming down as he let out a shuddering sigh, sniffling and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Great, now he had a headache and he felt pathetic.

He had forgotten about his binder, though. He was snapped out of it when Thanos began awkwardly talking; "You uh, really shouldn’t use that thing for too long. It was too tight, dumbass." The words didn’t have his usual bite to it, he seemed almost.. worried, as if he would be, Nam-gyu thought.

"What else would I wear, then, genius?" He snorted, actually caught off guard when he felt his shirt slip back on and the sound of a jacket unzipping. He turned around to see Thanos handing him his jacket, for some reason it was somewhat baggier than his own. Or maybe Thanos was just looking for an excuse for Nam-gyu to wear it. Either way, he was quick to put it on and zip it up. Maybe he was right, plus, Nam-gyu didn't want bruised ribs.. more than they already were. And his chest really wasn’t that hard to hide either way, Nam-gyu was just a bit paranoid over it, and binding felt more safe.

He sat down and leaned against the wall with his head tilted back, he felt exhausted, really. The silence became somewhat awkward with a tinge of comfort. "I’m not going to judge you, you know that, right?"

Nam-gyu paused, finally catching Thanos’ eyes. "You don’t have to lie if you find me a freak, I mean, hell I’d understand if you didn’t want a fake b—" Before the final words of the sentence could even tip off his tongue, Thanos shushed him.

"Do not say that, you hear me?" Thanos scoffed. "To me, you’re still the same crazy junkie who gets me, I’m not about to kick you out." Nam-gyu felt a weird flutter in his chest and maybe more weight being lifted off of his shoulders.

"I don’t see you any differently from how I used to." Thanos added, averting his gaze. "So, you’ll still give me the pills?" Nam-gyu added jokingly, but deep down he was being slightly serious, as much as he relied on Thanos, those pills kept him somewhat more sane to not hurt himself. "You never change, do you? I would call you a drug addict but I’m nowhere better."

Nam-gyu sniffled, ducking his head down as he let out a quiet smile before looking back up again, and then, their faces were a bit closer than he initially thought they were. And Thanos was looking at his lips. And then the next second, he felt his lips on his own.

They were slightly cracked, chapped against his own as he kissed him back, nothing too rough or demanding, it was pretty.. gentle. His lips felt sweet, and he found himself leaning into it, it was weirdly calming. Soothing to his soul in a way he didn’t quite dislike.

And yet, the moment was just ruined by a guard knocking on the door loudly declaring the lights would shut off soon. They both broke away, and Nam-gyu shoved his binder somewhere inside his pocket, ignoring how it appeared like a bundle inside of it and cleaned his face, following right behind Thanos who went in front.

As expected, most players were already in bed by the time they were there back, Nam-gyu really just felt the need to knock the fuck out, it felt like the only thing that would really calm his headache down.

As they walked towards their designed bunks, Nam-gyu held onto Thanos’ pinky finger, letting the other just lead him, really. He didn’t think much of it when Thanos finally lay down and motioned for him to do the same.

Nam-gyu lay next to Thanos with his back pressed to his chest, closing his eyes that were so heavy that he thought he might as well fall asleep standing up. He felt one arms around his waist, and one on his hair, deftly twirling a strand. It was easy to lull him to sleep, he was already pretty much exhausted anyways.

Maybe Thanos wasn’t the worse person in the world, in the end.

I wrote this while half asleep and while I did my biology work, srry for anything. Also I am not transgender so forgive me if I did anything wrong, I didn’t mean to be offensive in any way!! Anyway, enjoy<3

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Your duty is here 

Velaryon (strong) reader x cregan stark 

Summary : you’re lucerys twin sister the only daughter to Rhaenyra is sent with your older brother Jace to winterfell to meet your betrothed lord cregan stark for the first time after your marriage to lord stark things start to go wrong leaving you and your family with holes in their hearts

Warnings : Warnings : 18+ mdni, p in v sex, f!oral, blood, loosing virginity, fingering, praise kink, cream pie, talk of pregnancy, hickeys, arranged marriage, wedding drama, jealousy, death, grief, loving family, comfort, use of high Valyrian, not proof read

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It’s early in the morning when I’m sat in my room watching the sun rise through my window as I hear a knock on my door and enters one of my maids to help me dress and prepare for the day and the travels I have ahead of me. 

“ good morning Katia” I look at her smiling sweetly “ what dress have you got me for my travels today” i see her walk in holding a thick black and red dress that’s suitable for travelling on dragon back “ this is the dress your mother wishes you to wear and then we’ll pack you some others for when you’re there” I smile at her “ thank you katia” I smile as I stand up and she starts helping me into the dress lacing it up  from the back tightly “ you’ll be grateful for the thick material we chose once you reach the north the weather is known to be not as warm as it is hear” she says gently pulling the laces till the dress fits snug against my figure. 

“ have you ever been north katia” I look at her my eyes drifting to the floor slightly “ I haven’t princess but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your life there I’ve heard lord cregan stark  is a kind man” I nod looking at her “ I hope so” I sigh quietly katia runs her fingers through my hair platting sections into a half up half down look taming my wild dark curls as I hear a knock on my door “ enter” I call out still facing the large mirror that sits opposite my bed. 

Luce walks in dragging his feet as he’s dressed in his dragon riding gear his hair is slightly messy and he smiles at me as he sees how beautiful I look “ you look lovely sister” he says walking to me “ thank you Luce I’m glad you like it” I say hugging him “ I can’t believe we’re being separated “ I look down sadness filling my face he rests his hand on my cheek “ hey don’t be like that we have a connection and I’ll never be too far away I promise “ he runs his thumb sliding across my cheek bone stroking it gently “ promise to write” I look at him as he nods “ i promise I’ll right as soon as I return back from storms end and you must tell me everything of this cregan stark I must know if he is deserving of my sweet twin” I giggle at his protective nature “ I’m sure Jace would step in if he isn’t suitable brother trust me” I kiss his cheek “ let us go to breakfast before we all depart” he says taking my hand in his as we walk to the dining hall in dragon stone. 

The early morning sun is draping through the window as we sit at the table me Luce and Jace on one side baela and rhaena on the other mother and Damon at each end as plates of fruit, cakes, meat and cheeses are brought out on platters i sit taking a bunch of grapes eating them slowly not wanting to eat too much knowing it would make me ill if I ate too much before flying. 

I look over at my brothers who are stuffing themselves with meats and cakes as if it is thier last good meal in a while I look up at my mother “ what do they eat in the north” I question placing a grape in my mouth “a lot of warm foods like stew, pie and bread but they do have cakes too” my mother looks at me a gentle smile on her face as I scrunch my nose up at the thought of eating nothing but stew “ you’ll adjust y/n do not worry sweetling” she giggles at my displeasure “ I don’t think I will” I look down slightly picking up some of the food on the table passing it to the maid next to me “ please have some of this packed in my bag for later thank you” Jace laughs at me a large toothy grin on his face “ you’ll be fine y/n” he touches the back of my hand “ trust me” I look down nodding slightly going quiet Luce looks at me he leans into my ear whispering “ if you hate it then I’ll come for you” I giggle my face lifting into a smile as he places a soft kiss on my cheek I see rhaena’s lip twitch in disgust her eyes burning into me filled with jealousy as she rises from her seat leaving the table without asking, baela soon follows concerned about her sister as she rushes off. 

Rhaenyra sighs slightly watching the two girls run off “ it’s only for a few days y/n then you’ll come back home or if you like it there you can stay and grant  lord cregan stark as your husband “ I look at her “ I do not want a husband I want to fight I want to help you and the family get your birth right back” daemon lets out a laugh as rhaenyra bangs on the table rising from her seat “ you’re doing your part y/n it’s not safe for you” I sigh going quiet again daemon looks at me “ your mother was like you once now look at her a loyal wife and she enjoys married life and so will you” I nod staying quiet now letting my eyes stay down on my lap instead of looking at anyone at the table. I finally rise from my seat “ I’m going to finish getting ready” I walk off without another word. 

I walk into my chambers again seeing katia and two other maids packing my bags “ they just want to sell me off “ I pace back and forth “ that’s all mother wants to do “ katia grabs my shoulders stoping my pacing “ calm down princess your mother is doing what is best for you what will keep you safe” I look at her “ your on her side you think I’m weak that I can not fight” I pull myself away from her “ who else thinks such a thing is true” tears well in my eyes “ listen to my y/n she just wants you safe in the north instead of being made to fight in this war and taken by the greens as a prisoner god knows what aegon would do to a woman prisoner” I shudder at the thought pulling away from her “ I can not be useful if bound to a bed chamber with a swollen belly” she shakes her head “ you are useful you are passing on your mothers legacy continuing her blood line” I sit on the edge of the bed “ do what you can to make your mother proud from a safe distance princess it is what is best” she rests her hand on my knees crouching in front of me as I nod.

A few moments pass and the maids close my bags finally finishing the packing I get up hugging Katia and the other two “ if I do not return be safe and thank you for being so kind” I smile sweetly as they hug me back I turn to see Jace in the door way “ you ready” he tilts his head his curls falling infront of his face making me giggle “ I am brother” he smiles as I walk to him he rests his hand on my lower back guiding me to the steps down to the dragon pit where mother and Luce are talking as I walk closer Luce looks at me a smile on his face “ next time I see you you may be a married woman” his eyes filled with pride “ we do not know that for certain I haven’t even met the man yet and I do not see myself getting married without my twin by my side” he wraps his arms around me enveloping me in a tight squeeze pushing my head to his chest “ Jorrāelagon ao lēkia” ( love you brother) I mumble into his chest as he kisses the top of my head “Jorrāelagon ao tolī mandia sir sagon ȳgha se remember naejot bardugon” (Love you more sister now be safe and remember to write) I take in his scent one more time before he lets go stepping back letting mother step forward “ y/n be on your best behaviour in the north promise me you will give lord cregan a chance” I nod “ the journey will be a long one and it will be very different from dragon stone but you’ll grow to love it” she rests her hand on my cheek “ be safe” 

she turns to Jace continuing to talk to him as I make my way into the dragon pit where my dragon Xylix is resting she is a beautiful dragon who is young but also extremely large in size bigger than vermax and arrax who are both older than her, her scales are a cool toned silver with black tinges to I them her eyes are a bright orange and she has spikes that travel down from the top of her head to the bottom of her tail “ Skorkydoso issi īlon tubī dōna hāedar” ( how are you today sweet girl) I coo running my hands along her scaled neck her head tilts to me as she nudges me playfully I giggle “Issi ao ready syt nykeā bōsa jēda hen sōvegon” ( are you ready for a long time of travel?) She lets out a low rumbling noise joint by a clicking I smile as she lowers herself as if preparing for me to mount my saddle

 I can hear jaces footsteps coming into the pit as I climb onto Xylix’s back as he comes into sight and vermax comes out to meet him “ are you ready to fly sister “ he asks his voice calm and caring “ I’m ready brother I shall meet you in the skys” I hold onto the saddle “Sōvegon xylix vermax jāhor join īlva isse se jēdar” (Fly xylix, vermax will join us in the sky) she starts flapping her wings moving herself out of the pit and as the fresh air hits my skin soon enough we’re in the sky flying a few minutes pass and Jace joins me flying next to me I can see lucerys flying on arrax in the opposite direction. 

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We stay flying for hours through the thick growing clouds watching as the sun starts to fade in the distance making the skys glow in oranges and pinks it’s beautiful “ sister we should stop to rest we’ve been flying for 10 hours straight “ Jace cry’s across to me “ is it safe to land here” I look at him furrowing my eye brows “ it is safe for a break we shall rest and refresh for a while then we can take off again” he smiles at my concern “ Tegon xylis sīr īlon kostagon rest” (land xylis so we can rest) I call out following in jaces actions as both our dragons lower down from the skies towards the ground. 

As we land near the vale we set up camp by a tree I look at Jace watching as he sets up a fire and takes out blankets “ sister rest” he looks at me “ I am ok Jace I’ll rest when I need it” I smile resting my head back against the soft green grass surrounding us I watch the Skys as they turn slightly darker “ isn’t beautiful “ he looks at me “ what is” he questions as he settles himself next to me “ nature it is beautiful when not destroyed by peoples actions” I sigh as he wraps his arms around me in a close embrace “ rest little sister you need to rest we take off again in 5 hours” I rest my head against him “ it will be night soon brother are you sure it’ll be safe” I tilt my head “ the night will be smoother than the day a little wind or rain maybe but we’ll be ok” he smiles as I rest my eyes and i slowly start to relax. 

When I wake there are two skinned birds cooking on the fire I look at Jace who’s sat watching them cook as the sky grows darker “food will be ready soon sister” he says softly running his fingers through my hair “ have the dragons eaten anything “ I tilt my head looking up at him “ they have had some food but they will be fed properly at winterfell” I rest my head on his shoulder “ i understand how much longer do we fly “ I look at him sweetly as he passes me one of the birds “ a day and a half it is quite a long journey but if we do it with few breaks it will go well” I nod agreeing with him as I tuck in to the bird. 

After another hour I get up ready to start flying again “ I’m ready brother let us leave” the skies are now black twinkling with stars as we rise up into them there is a slight twinge in the air that brings chills but we go onwards flying till sun rise and on further. 

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A few days pass and we finally arrive in winterfell the cold air freezes my bones causing me to shiver and Xylix grumbled her scales burning hot trying to keep her warm as we settle onto the ground that’s covered in a white powdery substance that crunches under foot i climb off her back and run straight to Jace uncertain of this strange new place. 

We see two lower class men leave the gates of winterfell with lanterns to light up the path from the growing darkness of night “ prince princess welcome to winterfell” they greet us bowing slightly “ lord cregan is waiting inside along with a hot meal for you both” the man offers me his arm to hold onto but I ignore it holding onto Jace I turn to look at xylix one lay time “Umbagon kesīr xylix sagon sȳz” (Stay here xylix be good ) Jace smiles at me as we turn and start to walk to the gates of winterfell. 

When we finally enter the winterfell castle the warm still air along with the smell of steak pie and ale hits me I hold onto jace more as I feel all the men in the room who are sat tucking into plates of food then to stare at us “ Skoros issi pōnta jurnegēre rȳ” (what are they staring at?) I look up at him furrowing my brows as I swallow a rising lump in my throat “ Pōnta’re admiring aōha gevie dōna mandia Ziry’s daor tolvie tubis pōnta’re isse se company hen royalty” (they admiring your beauty sweet sister it’s not every day they’re in the company of royalty) he says brushing a stray curl behind my ear. 

A large man stands up walking over to us from the front of the hall he’s in thick fur clothes a direwolf pin holding his cloak to his shoulders his shoulder length brown hair is untamed and wild his deep grey eyes boring into me “ prince princess it is great to have you in winterfell” he bows slightly as he rises a small smile is toying on his lips “ you must be lord cregan stark” Jace says smiling giving me a slight side eye as I fidget uncomfortably as I keep my eyes connected with the lord stark’s. 

“ you must be exhausted we have food and refreshments prepared for you and then there are rooms ready for you with your belongings” I smile looking at him “ thank you my lord “ he nods at me before leading us to the table where he was occupied prior to greeting us “ i hope you do not mind that you will both be sat next to me” he jests “ we do not mind at all lord stark it is best that you and my sister are well introduced “ Jace smiles as I roll my eyes as cregan pulls out my chair for me I sit down “ thank you” I say as he pushes me back to the table I giggle a light blush rising to my face “ you northerners seem to be very strong my lord” he looks at me a smirk rising to his face “ the stronger the people the more work gets done princess” he sits next to me taking a sip from his cup ale.

“ I guess you’re right with that” I sigh looking down at the plate of pie, mash and veg that has been placed infront of me by a servant I look at her a gentle smile on my face “ thank you” she simply nods before rushing away “ this food is very different from what we have at home” Jace says a uncertain smile on his face as he takes his fork in his hand poking at the food on his plate “ it’s best to eat hot food with the cold weather here” cregan says looking at me “ but I’m sure when you’re my lady wife the kitchen staff can make anything you want” I blush more as I take a mouthful “ this is delicious” I smile at him as I take more “ I’m glad you like it” cregan says smiling as he starts to eat his own pie. 

I sit back after eating half of the food on my plate feeling full up “ are you alright princess you haven’t finished your plate “ cregan looks at me concerned I look at him sweetly as Jace pipes up “ my sister doesn’t have much of an appetite for savoury foods “ i glare across at him “Gaomagon daor embarrass issa lēkia” (do not embarrass me brother) I snap as he looks at me smugly “Lo ziry’s going naejot sagon aōha valzȳrys, ziry’ll emagon naejot gīmigon everything bē ao” (if he’s going to be your husband, he’ll have to know everything about you) cregan sits back observing our little spat as we go back and forth arguing in high valerian he seems entertained as he observes us “I do not mind princess everyone has a preference “ cregan rests his large rough hands in the back of mine making a red blush rise to my cheeks “what’s your favourite treat ” he looks at me tilting his head “ I like jam tarts and lemon cakes but I love natural fruits too like grapes, apples and berries” I look at him smiling “ do you have a sweet tooth cregan” he sits back on his chair thinking for a second “ I have bitter pallet than a sweeter one “ I nod smiling up at him “ I guess opposites attract” Jace jests looking at me “Lo ao istan dēmagon hembar naejot issa nyke would actually hīlagon ao” (if I was sat next to you right now I’d actually hit you) i spit at him slightly but all i get in response is an entertained laugh leaving jaces mouth as he leans back on his chair “ it’s Clear she likes you lord stark” he says through gasps for air as he keeps laughing clutching his sides “ I’m glad to hear that princess being you’re quite beautiful and sweet I’d be glad to call you my wife” I hide my face in my hands blushing violently “ thank you cregan you’re kind but I must know you more before making a decision “ he chuckles a low gruff laugh “ I understand and I’ll enjoy getting to know you through your visit”.

As the night goes on me and cregan get to know a lot about each other he learns that I’m lucerys younger twin sister my favourite foods hobbies and that I’m desperate to do my duty for my mothers corse even if it means not being able to fight in my mothers name. I learn that cregan is the eldest son of rickon stark that he has a younger brother who passed early in life he gained the title of lord of winterfell and warden of the north when he was ten and three and that he is a loyal man who believes in holding an oath no matter the consequences. 

As I get to know him more I sit sipping a cup of wine slowly falling for him as he looks at me a smile on his face my heart flutters “ people really didn’t over exaggerate your beauty y/n “ he smirks as I flutter my eyelashes “ you should know that beauty is power” I giggle at him as he looks confused “ how” I lean forward resting my elbow on the table “ well if your beautiful more people are loyal to you they gift you things and just will do anything to be in your presence “ i explain looking up at him a look of pride on my face “ how did you learn this” he furrows his brows “ I learnt it young when I started to develop my uncles started to lust over me I learned I could ask for anything they’d do it and they’d gift things to me just to see me smile” I giggle remembering how aegon and Aemond treated me so well just to be near me “ well I’m glad you’re here now you can use your beauty here in the north” I giggle looking at him “ you’re quite beautiful your self my lord” I run my fingers through his hair “ you flatter me princess” i giggle as he kisses my cheek “ it’s getting late may I walk you to your chambers” I blush more nodding as I take his arm “ good night brother see you in the morrow” i kiss his cheek before leaving with cregan. 

He walks me to a rather large bed chamber with a large crackling fire burning a four poster bed with thick furs as well as bed sheets the window had a view of the gods wood that has trees of red and orange mixed with that same white that greeted us earlier today then in the wash room there is a steaming hot bath prepared as I look around the room .

cregan comes up behind me resting he’s hand on my waist “ I do hope you like this room but if you become my wife I hope even more well share a bed chambers” I turn around to look at him “ I would like that a lot” I giggle as I wrap my arms around his neck going on my tiptoes to kiss his lips leaving him slightly shocked as I walk away into the bathing room “ good night cregan” I call out as I unlace my dress giving him a small glimpse of my naked body before I slip into the tub “ good night princess “ he stutters out extremely flustered before leaving. 

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Cregan goes back to my brother who is still sat in the hall drinking ale and talking to the northerners he sits back in his seat “ your sister is quite the cheeky minx my prince” his face still red with blushing “ I’m glad she likes you, you aren’t the first she’s been offered a marriage from most of them she despised I think she was expecting mother to betroth her to lucerys but he is already with a woman as am I” he looks at cregan a smile on his face as he sees an intrigued look on him 

“ her and lucerys are very close but do not be alarmed by it tis just the twin bond they hold” he chuckle “ my prince I have learnt a lot about your sister this evening she even shared her lips with mine is it enough to marry her” he questions “ leave it another day you must see her in the day time not just in the night she may seem different” he looks at cregan pride in his eyes “ you will look after her won’t you” he says voice wavering slightly “ of course will my prince she will be safe by my side now and always”. 

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As the morning sun rises I look out of my window seeing cregan and a hunting team out in the woods I sit there watching resting my head inn my hands as I admire him I do not realise Jace walking into my room he creeps up next to me “ what are you looking at”I jump out my skin falling back off my chair he laughs historically “nothing I wasn’t looking at anything “ he pulls me up off the floor “ well it seems you were staring at lord stark” he tease me “ he is lovely isn’t he” I look at him red blush flushing my face “I’m glad you’ve found your someone sister” he pulls me into an embrace “he is fond of you” he looks down at me “ he wishes to marry you” I blush more nodding “ I’d like that” I giggle as Jace twirls me around playfully “my sweet little sister a beautiful bride you shall make” he looks at me eyes full of pride as he lets go of my hand “ get dressed I shall meet you in the hall” he smiles as I rush to my wardrobe where all my clothes have been unpacked.

I look through them all of them thick and warm to protect me from the chill of the north I pick out a dark blue dress it had a silver belt around the waist with the Targaryen crest in the centre, a low neck line that has a fur collar and long sleeves I look in the mirror as I tie my own laces tightening them as much as I can till it fits snug then I run my fingers through my wild curls then going to join Jace in the hall. 

I run down the long stone corridors stumbling slightly as my feet slip on an odd bit of ice that’s made its way into the castle making me giggle as I walk into the hall standing next to Jace “ you look beautiful sister” he rests his hand on mine holding it gently “ thank you” I giggle looking up at him “ I feel like I’ll have fun here” he pulls me into a hug “ good I’m glad” he pulls away to take a seat at the table “ oh I forgot to tell you that Luce had to go back to dragon stone the weather was too torrential to travel to storms end and mother instructed him to go back in a week” I sit back “ is he ok is he safe” trying to hide the panic in my voice “ he is fine y/n he’s safe” I nod taking a deep breath to calm myself as I see cregan enter into into the hall. 

“ lord stark good morning “ I smile as he walks towards us he has white flex of snow in his hair and on the fur of his jacket “ good morning y/n did you sleep well” he asks taking his seat next to me “ very well thank you” I look up at him smirking “how did you sleep” I take his hand in mine looking at him “ I slept well thank you princess “ I lean in close to his ear whispering to him “ did you dream of me” he blushes violently I giggle more he wraps his arm around me “ you cheeky minx” he pulls me into his lap I sit across his lap looking at Jace a wide grin on my face “ I know it’s still not been long but will you marry me now” I look up at cregan “ perhaps” I look at him a smug smile on my face as I lean in my lips inches away from his “ I like you cregan stark you’re a good man not like some of the other people that have offered me their hand” my soft breath hitting his face “ i believe I may marry you” he pulls me into kissing me roughly and passionately his hands on my waist as i wrap my arms around his neck have sits back watching it in shock.

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As the day goes on I adventure out the castle walls going into the woods exploring the wintery wonderland that surrounds me going deep into the trees picking up the fallen leaves then I find a large tree with winding roots I sit under it taking out a book i’d brought with me about the histories of winterfell and start reading loosing myself to the history of the north. I read for hours not noticing the snow falling from the sky as the day starts fading away. I hear footsteps getting closer to me suddenly I put my book down looking up at cregan who is looking down at me “ it’s getting cold out here princess “ he sits next to me “ I must have lost myself in thought I’m so sorry “ he pulls me into him “ tis ok I’m glad you’re adjusting to the north well” I rest my head on his shoulder “ this place is so peaceful “ I look at him smiling sweetly “ come on let us go inside before the snow swallows us” I nod getting up holding onto his strong arm as we go back into the castle.

“ since you agreed to being my wife the wedding will take place later this week” I tilt my head looking up at him “ why so soon are you that desperate for me” I giggle teasing him slightly “ well I was told by the prince your brother lucerys would be able to come  but any time later he’ll be busy” I blush looking up at him “ thank you for making sure he can come “ I rest my head on him “ i know he’s important to you” he holds me close as we finally get back into the castle. 

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Within the next few days everything had been sorted it seems slightly rushed but it’s gone well. It’s two days till the wedding when mother and lucerys arrive with baela and rhaena when I see them outside the gate I run out the door excited to see them I run straight to Luce and hug him tightly basically jumping into his arms “ my beautiful sister how are you” he holds me a big smile on his face “ I’m great but I’ve missed you” he smiles looking down at me as I rest my feet back on the floor “ I’m glad to hear your betrothal to cregan has been going well” my mother speaks up looking at me “ he is so lovely mother” I assure her smiling happily as I see cregan walking out the doors of the castle “ my queen it’s good to have you and your family in winterfell for our wedding “ he smiles looking at how I join his side looking extremely excited to see my family again.

Rheana and baela both look me up and down with a look of hatred in thier face that makes my stomach drop I’ve always known that they don’t like me but they’ve never looked at me like that as they push thier way into the castle of winterfell cravens eyes follow them a small scowl growing in his face “ don’t worry about them cregan they are jealous of the attention i get from my brothers” he wraps his arm around my shoulder pressing his face against my cheek “ they don’t deserve the attention you get my love” i giggle blushing violently as he turns back to my family resting his hands on the small of my back “ let us go inside the castle so we can properly welcome you all.” He smiles turning to walk into the castle with everyone following behind him.

He leads to the hall where a feast has been prepared “ welcome to the north” he smiles “ you can drink and eat as much as you want we are celebrating” he chuckles “ you aren’t married yet cregan” my mother looks at him “ we must celebrate the fact that you are here in the north my queen” he looks at me I smile “ we are simply excited mother tis all” she rests her hand on my cheek “ as long as you’re happy my girl” I giggle “ I am very happy mother” she looks at me smiling running her hand over my head placing a kiss on my forehead “ we shall celebrate then” she smiles. 

As the celebrations commence I sit next to Luce my head resting on his shoulder as we talk in high valerian “Nyke istan sīr zūgagon bona ao wouldn’t settle kesīr” ( I was so concerned that you wouldn’t settle here) Luce whispers to me holding my hand in his “Nyke emagon settled sȳrī lēkia gaomagon daor zūgagon”(I have settled well brother do not fear ) he kisses my forehead gently ignoring the evil stares that rhaena gives us “Aōha jorrāelagon daor raqagon issa” ( your betrothed doesn’t like me) I look at rhaena as I lean to lucerys cheek kissing it “Gaomagon daor torment zȳhon mandia” ( do not torment her sister) he chuckles looking at me with a beaming smile on his face cregan turns to look at both of us a smile on his face “ jace was right to say your behaviours together is quite peculiar” i look at him giggling “ don’t be jealous cregan our love is simply a twin bond” cregan smiles “ i do not mind i like the fact family means a lot to you” he kisses my cheek pulling me back to him making me squeal quietly and giggle “ im glad my sister has found a loving man such as yourself” Luce looks at cregan smiling “ but if you hurt her at all I will come for you” he keeps a smile on his face before tucking into the food on his plate. 

Cregan looks down at me raising his eyebrow slightly concerned by luce’s threat “ tis a jest he’s joking” i giggle resting my head against him “ but you aren’t gonna hurt me so he’d never need to hurt you” i take a swig of wine from my cup before continuing with the celebration. 

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Days pass fast and on the morning of my wedding day it I wake up early the cold winter air blowing through the window I rise from the bed and close it quickly wrapping my blankets around my shoulders I go to the bathing chambers climbing into the freshly drawn bath washing myself scrubbing my skin raw till I feel clean and ready as I get out the bath wrapped in a towel as I re enter my room. 

I hear my door open and Luce walks in “ are you nervous sister” he takes my hand in his “ a little “ I look up at him a nervous smile on my face as he pulls me closer hugging me “ you’re the bravest girl I’ve ever met y/n the north will suit you and if you ever need me I am only a short flight away”I rest my head against on his chest listening to his heart beat “to think this was the first sound I ever heard “ he chuckles looking down at me as he runs his hand down my back “please don’t forget me” I look up at him he shakes his head “ how could I ever forget my beautiful twin you’re half of me” he smiles kissing my head “ can you help me get ready for the wedding” I look up at him as his smile widens “ of course it would be a honour” 

He helps me get into my dress it’s a beautiful gold scaled thick dress that fits tightly around my figure with white furs round my neck it’s bound with a ruby infused chain he then sits me in front of him as he plats my hair into a tight bun then he places a ruby hair pin into my hair. I look at myself in the mirror staring at my reflection “ I’m beautiful” I mumble happy tears prickling my eyes as I hug him “ you are always beautiful sister” he envelopes me in his embrace keeping me close to him protectively. 

We stay together in my chambers for hours talking over everything he keeps me close to him soothing my anxieties “ I love you brother” I look at him sweetly as he kisses my forehead “ love you too” I smile up at him as he strokes my arm “ I need to go get ready i shall see you at the special time” he squeezes my hand excitedly I giggle “ thank you” I smile “I shall always be there for you” he walks out leaving me in my chamber alone.

A few hours pass and my mother comes to my chambers “ are you ready sweetling “she rests her hand on my shoulder looking over my dress and hair “ I’m ready mother” I smile excitedly but she can see a glimps of anxiety behind my eyes “ if your father could see you right now he’d be so proud “ she runs her hand over my cheek  placing a kiss on my head “ come let’s go “ she holds my arm and we walk to the gods wood under the protective leaves of the giant autumn trees there are people gathered, the people of the north on one side my brothers and thier betrothed in the other as mother walks me down to the end of the isle till I’m stood face to face with cregan she lets go of my arm and takes her place next to my brothers. 

Cregan looks down at me a smile on his face “ you look beautiful “ he whispers down to me “ so do you” I giggle looking into his deep grey eyes and take his hands into mine holding them smiling up at him  the officiants announces “Let it be known that lord cregan stark of the house of stark and y/n velaryon of house velaryon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.” There’s a brief moment of silence as he continues “ In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words” he looks down at me “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his and he is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.” Then cregan repeats “Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am hers, and she is mine, from this day, till the end of my days.” Then we meet each other in a long passionate kiss as everyone cheers in celebration as cregan lifts me from the ground making me giggle and squeal as he carries me bridal style towards the hall. 

The doors are open and the hall has a feast laid out of all our favourite foods music and a dance floor the room is decorated with snapdragons, snow drops and daffodil bouquets on eat table and glowing candles lit around the room I wrap my arms around cregan’s neck kissing him passionately “ will you dance with me later” I look at him excited he looks down at me chuckling “ if it’ll make my lady wife happy “ I smile more nodding excitedly as he sits at his place of the table sitting me on his lap comfortably placing his hand on my waist.

A sweet selection of fruits is placed infront of me while cregan is given a pint of ale and a bowl of beef stew I look at him “ you’re not expecting me to eat that are you “ I pull a face slightly as he takes a mouthful chewing it before speaking “it would be nice for you to try it but I know how picky you can be” he tickles my sides slightly making me giggle “ fine I’ll try it for you my love” I look at him smiling as he brings a spoonful to my lips I take it into my mouth chewing it quickly and swallowing as quick as I can pulling a face shaking my head he laughs watching my face “ I think I’ll stick to my fruit thank you” I pick up a grape and placing it into my mouth to get rid of the taste He layfhs more stealing a grape from my plate eating it a smug look on his face as he enjoys it.

After a few cups of wine I come up with the great idea to go dance with the guests as cregan sits watching a smirk plastered on his face Luce comes to join me he holds out his hand to me “ shall we dance sweet sister” I take his hand “ we shall” he twirls me about childishly as we dance having fun 

rhaenas lip curls and she walks to cregan sitting next to him “ why don’t you do something about them” she looks at him an angry twinge present in her voice “ I want my wife to enjoy herself and I see no harm in letting her dance with her twin” he doesn’t even look at her his eyes fixed on us a smile still on his face as he sees how I dance so happily and freely not even notice when rhaena gets up

She  walks towards me pushing me away from Luce the music suddenly stops suddenly cregan rises from his seat ready to jump in to protect me “ you are always stealing him from me he is my betrothed mine and now you’re a married woman but you still steal him from me” she yells at me tears welling in her eyes as she strucks me down to the ground I hold my cheek that is tending from the blow my face a look of shock “ how dare you talk to me like that how dare you lay your hands on me” i rise back to my feet my pride taking over as I slap her with my full strength my eyes full of fury “ are you that stupid to not see that I love my brother as a brother I am not trying to get in his bed” she stares at me in disbelief “ now if you do not mind I wish to enjoy my wedding celebration if you can not enjoy it you can leave” I point to the door she looks at Luce wanting him to stand up for her but he shakes his head staying by my side as she storms off. “ let the music play have drinks have fun what is a wedding without a few family problems “ I jest a kind smile spreading across my face as we go back to dancing and the celebration continues into the night. 

As I get exhausted from dancing with the northerners and my brothers I rush back to cregan sitting in his lap resting my head against his chest “ you still haven’t danced with me” I look up at him with big eyes it makes him smile “ I will soon I promise “he rests his chin on top of my head as I take a swig of wine “ this reminds me of the celebrations that would take place in kings landing” I rest my head back against him remembering how much fun we all used to have “before the war and even before Aemond lost his eye we would all dance and play sneaking wine out of our parents cups” I giggle “ twas such fun” I lets out a sigh “ it is a shame this war had to ruin such a thing” he kisses my head holding me closer in his embrace “ you’re trying to guilt trick me” i giggle looking up at him “ is it working “ he chuckles “ maybe” I rise from his lap dragging him up to come dance.

We dance for hours cregan pulling me into his strong arms as he twirls me around towards him I rest my head on his chest as we slowly dance I look up at him a smile on my face “ thank you for becoming my husband “ he scoffs at me “ you’re so beautiful and kind I’m grateful to have you as my wife” I blush as he leans down kissing me passionately “ it is getting late perhaps we should retreat to our chamber” he looks down at me smirking suggestively “ we shall” I giggle kissing him more “ we may return to the celebrations later if you wish” he says gentle as we walk towards the door of the hall “ let’s see how this goes first my love” he nods letting me take his arm as we walk out. 

As we reach our chamber the large wooden doors open as we enter the room is much larger than the chambers I had occupied prior the fire is burning and the room is lit up with an assortment of candles there are tapestries across the walls depicting stories of hunting along side wolves and this history of the starks in the centre of the room is a large four poster bed with piles of fur blankets on it to keep the cold out 

Cregan kisses my neck gently his rough stubble tickling me slightly as I lean back into his touch my breath hitched in pleasure as his hands move to undo the laces of my dress “ my beautiful wife” he mutters against my neck a blush riding to my cheek as my dress falls from my body and pools around my feet I let him see me as I am turning to face him his eyes wander across my frame a smile on his face “ aren’t you gonna join me in such a vulnerable state cregan” I look up at him giggling I reach to undo his trousers, loosen the furs and remove his leathers leaving him in his breaches and me in my small clothes “ do you like what you see my love” I tilt my head as he raises his eyebrow at me he suddenly picks me up throwing me over his shoulder giggles and squeals escape me as he places a firm slap against my ass “ you’re mine my love all mine” he chuckles as he throws me down onto the cushioned bed “ i want you to say it” he orders looking at me “ say what my lord husband “ i giggle teasingly

 “ you are mine” his voice is low and gruff as he moves his hand down my underwear running his fingers through my soaked folds making me gasp slightly “ so wet “ he coos moving his fingers to my pearl rubbing it circles making me moan more he sits up suddenly pulling my small clothes off as he pulls my legs over his shoulders taking his place between my thighs he kisses down my lower stomach soon taking my clit into his mouth sucking in it then using his hand he slips two fingers inside of me  moving them in and out at a rough pace taking what he wants causing a desperate whine to escape me my legs quivering slightly as he slowly becomes rougher grazing his teeth over my clit my breath hitching more as he pounds his fingers into me hitting the deepest spots I didn’t even know existed. I grip onto his head scrunching fistfuls of his hair as I push myself against his tongue moaning so loudly that the people out side the room can probably hear me. I can feel the knot in my stomach tightening more and more as my body starts to quiver “ cregan~” I moan out my eyes rolling back as I scream out my whole body shaking as I release over his tongue and fingers I hear a satisfied grunt come from cregan as he laps up my juices. 

He pulls away moving up the bed laying next to me he wraps his arms around me drawing patterns on my bare skin as I continue to tremble panting to catch my breath. “ you alright my love” he looks down at me I roll into his embrace burying my head into his chest “ i feel all overstimulated” he chucked at me kissing my head “ are you ok to continue” he raises his eyebrow slightly I nod looking up at him “ use your words sweetling” he runs his hand over my cheek cupping it gently “ I’m alright “ my voice is quiet and slightly shaky as I finally managed to steady my breathing. 

I lean up kissing cregan passionately I mumble against his lips “ I’m ready “ he smirks at me as he unties his breaches and letting me see everything I stare at his solid member and back up at him “ I promise to be gentle “ he kisses my forehead head as I lay back down on the bed he moves my legs to be as spread as they can he as he leans to be on top of me he lines himself up slowly letting his length slip into my entrance making a long uncomfortable whine escape my lips he strokes my hair gently“ shhh it’s ok you’re doing so well” he coos slowly pushing more into me  till he’s at the hilt making more sound to escape me and tears to well in my eyes he keeps stroking his hand through my hair and down my cheek “ you’re doing so well” he kisses me gently as he allows  me adjust to the new sensation and waiting for the sting to fade.

A few minutes pass I look up at him “ I’m gonna start to move “ he slowly starts to thrust moving at a slow pace I grip onto the bed sheets as he thrusts I let out small moans as the sting fades completely being replaced with pleasure he keeps thrusting at this slow pace as I rest my head back moans echoing through the room “ faster cregan please~” I beg as he places kisses on my neck leaving a dark purple mark as his pace changes to a faster rougher one. 

I rip my hands off the bed sheets and grip onto his back digging my nails in leaving long red scratches as I grip onto him his low grunts and growls escaping him as he pounds harder into me my moans getting loud and loud as my mind suddenly goes black and foggy I wrap my legs around him letting him get deeper into me as he thrusts everything he has into me his pubic bone causing friction against my clit causing everything to get lost in the moment I lean up kissing him passionately our moans mixing together escaping with ever breath he can feel every thigh tightening around him as I start to reach my peak “ such a good girl~” he praises as my nails grip harder into his back enough to tear through the skin as I moan out his name he keeps his ruthless pace pounding harder and deeper animalistic growls leaving his lips as I bite down on his bottom lip when he hits my g spot and I gasp out letting go of his lip as I start babbling nonsense as I try to form words the only thing I can get out is “ PLEASE~YES~” as he abuses the spot inside me my legs start to feel like jelly and I feel everything tightening more “ you gonna cum~” he asks me through gruff groans I simply nod my moans changing pitch as a smirk grows on his face pounding harder 

“ FUCK~” I scream out feeling everything snap and my release washes over me my  whole body shaking as I throw my head back moaning so loud everyone can hear he keeps pounding into me both fucking me through my high and trying to get his release as my walls pulse around him he lets out a long grown as he spills his seed deep with in me the warmth spreading through me as he thrusts deep into me  both of us pant desperately to catch our breath  he leans down kissing my cheek “ you did so well” he soon pulls out rolling to the  side of me pulling me into his arms holding me “ I’m yours cregan 100% yours” I pant out closing my eyes letting the passion of the moment last as long as it can as I let my self rest on his chest for a while. 

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When I wake up a few hours later I’m alone cregan must have gone back to the celebration not to long ago because his side of the bed was still warm I get up my legs still wobbly and unsteady as I get my dress back on I look in the mirror seeing the dark purple marks on my neck and shoulders I smile to myself as I wash my face and tie the laces of my dress back up before making my way down to the hall my brain still fogged as I open the door I see cregan drinking and talking to my brothers laughing together as I walk over to him. 

I settle myself down on his lap resting my head on him  not wanting to interrupt their conversation but cregan looks down at me running his hand through my hair “ you ok my love you still look quite exhausted “ I burry my head into him “ you left me so I came to find you” I grumble quietly it makes him chuckle “ i was just showing your brothers what you did to my back” I look up at him raising my eye brow “ what did I do” I tilt my head smirking slightly as he pulls the furs away slightly showing off deep red bloodied scratches going down his back “ you’re quite feisty sister” Jace jests looking at me “ look what you did to my neck and shoulders lord husband “ I pull the fabric of my dress away to reveal the marks scatted across my shoulders collar bones and neck “ at least we know you both enjoyed yourself “ Luce looks at me laughing “ I’m sure you two will be uncles soon enough “ cregan smirks a smugness present in his voice as he runs his fingers through my hair as I pull my dress back up “ they’d be brilliant uncles” I smile resting my head back against cregan sleepily “ just as they’ve been amazing brothers” I look at them “ promise me you’ll visit me” I look at them both “ you’ll see so much of us here that you’ll be sick of us” Luce chuckles taking a swig of his drink “ I’ll never be sick of my brothers” I hug then both tightly “ just do not bring your betrothed” I whisper to them making them both die in fits of laughter as they lean back in their chairs. 

As the evening continued i stay close to cregan as people start to leave and soon enough it’s just us and my family cregan looks at my mother as she walks up to us “ would it be ok if we stay here for the night we’ll be leaving in the morrow” she sees me cuddling up to cregan a small smile plays on her face “ of course my queen you’re welcome to stay when ever you and your family want” cregan looks at her smiling as she crouches to look at me “ you ok sweetness” she brushes some stray curls out my face I sit up and hug her “ im ok mother” she smiles and holds me in her arms “ we’re all going to bed now you should do the same” she looks at me with a motherly look as I nod “ good night mother sleep well” I smile looking at her “ sweet dreams y/n good night lord stark” she turns and walks out as Luce hugs me kissing my head “ night sister see you in the morrow” “ night brother” I smile sweetly watching as they leave to their rooms. 

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When the sun slowly starts to rise the birds are singing loudly as I wake up I look to cregan who is sleeping so soundly as I watch him I lean down peppering kisses over his face as he opens his eyes a sleepy chuckle escaping him as he pulls me into him “ you’re happy this morning “ his voice is croaky and gravely as he looks at me “ I’m always happy “ I giggle as I kiss him passionately “ it’s so early my love why are you awake” he looks at me tilting his head “ my family is leaving  this morning I want to be there to say goodbye”he nods running his hand over my head “ Jace is staying my love in the next week we’re doing a trip to the wall” I look at him sitting up on my knees with big eyes “ may I travel with you” he chuckles “ the wall is no place for a lady my love” I cut him off “ please cregan” he sighs “ fine you shall come but you must stay by my side” I nod smiling as I hug him “ thank you” I giggle as he kisses me more. 

A few hours pass and we get up we a warm bath has been ran to wash in as I enter the wash room cregan is sat in there surrounded by bubbly water as let my night gown fall from me and I climb in to join him straddling his lap “ cheeky girl” he kisses my neck as I lower myself onto his now hardened cock letting it sit inside of me as we wash “ you’re still so tight and warm my love” he grumbles into my ear making me clench around his cock I lean in kissing him to muffle to quiet moans from escaping me as I move up and down slightly riding him as he grips my hips “ so needy for me~” 

I giggle as he thrusts to meet my bounces as he buries his cock deep into me guiding me up and down I throw my head back as it becomes rougher his grip on my skin becoming bruising and water starts to spill over the sides of the bath as everything starts tightening and my orgasm hits unexpectedly I fall down to his chest my body shaking as he cums deep into my cunt our moans mixing together harmoniously as he holds me close in his arms still thrusting up into me fucking me through our highs. Once he pulls out we go back to cleaning each other a giggle slipping from my lips as he looks down at me “ I love you” i smile up at him face flushed holding an expression of pure passion and loyalty “ I love you more” he pulls me into a long sloppy kiss before rising from the bath giving me a hand to help me out of the water the cold Northern air hitting my skin causing it to pebble but he pulls me close his warmth protecting me from the cold. 

After we are dry I’m sat on the floor infront of cregan still nude as he plays with my hair braiding it and tying it up beautifully “ what a lovely morning this is” I giggle looking up at him he places a kiss on my shoulder “ I agree” he chuckles “ come let us dress “ he helps me up slapping my ass before walking to the wardrobe pulling out his dark leathers and grey furs as well as a silvery dress with leaves embroidered onto it with black furs around the collar he passes it to me “ this is beautiful “ I look at it smiling running my hand over the details I put some small clothes on and a shift then pull my dress ontop “ can you tie the laces” I turn to him so he can lace up the back tightening them till the dress fits tight enough to my figure “ my gorgeous wife” he kisses my cheek then twirls me around smiling “ let’s go eat your family may already be there” I giggle smiling “ ok do not share to much information with my brothers this time round my lord husband “ he chuckles looking at me “ I can not promise if questions are asked” I go on my tip toes kissing him gently before he wraps his arm around my waist and we walk to the hall. 

Were greeted by my family who are sat together with bowls of fruit and porridge “Sȳz tubis mandia gōntan ao enjoy aōla va aōha dīnilūks bantis” (Good morning sister did you enjoy yourself on your wedding night) lucerys walks to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he teases me “ Nyke gōntan kirimvose” ( I did thank you) my mother and brothers chuckle as we both sit down tucking into a bowl each “ I hope it won’t be to long till I have a grand child cregan” my mother looks at my husband a smile on her face “ trust me my queen it won’t be “ he looks at me chuckling as my face turns bright red with blush as I try to pick at my porridge to just get the fruit out “ promise to keep me updated with everything mother you too lucerys I want to know everything that happens”I look at them both “ trust me if anything important happens you and your husband will know soon enough “ my mother reassures as she stands up “ I’m going to prepare myself to fly be sure to come join me Luce once you’re done” she walks out the hall I look at my twin “ please be safe when going to storms end Luce “ I sigh as he rests his hand on my shoulder “ I’ll be as safe as possible sister “ I nod looking back down as we all continue to eat in silence. 

Hours pass and my mother and Luce are both ready to leave in their flying gear I come to join them to say goodbye Jace at my side I hug Luce tightly “Gaomagon daor sagon tolī tolmiot” ( don’t be distant) i hold onto him tightly tears dripping down my face “Avy jorrāelan lēkia” ( i love you brother) I sob into him as he cuddles me “Nyke dōrī tolī tolmiot mandia” ( I’m never to far sister) he wipes my tears away he looks at Jace “ make sure he looks after her” his voice cracks slightly as tears glisten in his eyes “ I promise he will brother” Jace hugs him “ ill come home soon be safe” he turns to our mother hugging her as I soon follow “ you’re a strong girl you have the blood of the dragon burning through your veins you know what you must do as your duty to our family” I nod more tears falling as she kisses my cheek and turns to leave I grab her hand not wanting to let go like a child but Jace pulls me back holding me in his arms as they both leave on dragon back.

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A few weeks pass and we’re visiting the wall both me and have travel there on dragon back flying through the air with the fresh snow hitting our faces as we finally land out side the gate “Sȳrī gaomagon xylix ao sōvegon sīr sȳrī sir umbagon gīda se umbagon kesīr se nyke shall jiōragon ao nykeā hobres” (Well done xylix you fly so well now stay calm and stay here and I shall get you a goat) she tilts her head in an understanding way as I dismount her running my hand over her warm scales before Jace joins my side and we walk through the gate to meet cregan who is waiting I see him instantly a smile spreads on my face as I run to him “ you should fly with us on the way back my love you’d love it” I giggle as he brushes stray snow flakes out my hair “ I think you forgot that I have no dragon “ I look at him giggling “ no silly fly with me on xylix” he looks shocked “ let me think about it “ a disagreeable tone in his voice as he takes my hand in his as I nod smiling more.

Jace walks to us “ let us discuss lord stark” my husband nods walking along with Jace as they discuss matters of war and loyalties “ you do know my sisters love relies on the loyalty you have for my family our claim” Jace looks at cregan as he sighs “ I do understand that but  winter is coming my prince we can not risk it I need my men here” he looks at Jace a small grimace on his face “ while your men guard against wildlings and weather the hightowers plan to usurp the throne if my mother is to keep her claim to hold the realm united she needs an army war is coming my lord we can not wager without the support of the north” Jace steps forward as we reach the top of the wall looking out at the nothingness ahead of us the snow falling thicker than before and the wind blowing my hair in my face as cregan holds me close “ my father brought king jaehaerys and queen Alysanne to see the wall his grace stood where we stand now and watched as their dragons refused to cross it” he pauses for a second tightening his grip on my hand as I step closer to the edge looking out “ do you think my ancestors built a 700 foot wall of ice to keep out wildlings and weather” he scoffs slightly “ what does it keep out” Jace looks curiously as they both look at each other Cregan’s tone going dark “ death” I look up in shock “ don’t say such thing I don’t want to hear it” he sighs turning to me “ you may not want to hear it but it’s the truth my sweet lady wife” I shake my head as he kisses it holding me close to him then turning his attention back to Jace “ we have thousands of grey beards who have witnessed one to many winters” his confidence is high in his voice “ they are well honed “ he looks at him as Jace speaks up “ so they’re old “ he chuckles slightly “ I can ready them to march at once “ Jace nods “ if your grey beards can fight the queen will have them “ cregan looks proud as he looks at Jace smiling slightly “ they will fight hard like northerners “ suddenly a man runs up interrupting them .

“ my lord a raven has arrived urgent news from dragonstone” he sounds out of breath as he passes a small piece of parchment to cregan his face full of concern as he opens it reading it to him self his face dropping instantly “ what’s it cregan” my voice shaking as i see the expression on his face he passes the note to Jace his face soon changes to a similar expression “ please tell me” i try snatching the note from Jace” no sister you do not wish to know “ his voice cracking slightly with emotion as I finally get it from him i read it my legs give way under me hitting the icy floor with a crunch and i let out the most agonising scream any one has heard tears streaming from my eyes “ no no no this has to be some sort of cruel joke “ I sob my hand shaking as cregan holds me “ Ñuha mijegindita lēkia ñuha beloved lēkia ñuha idaña lēkia” (My poor brother my beloved brother my twin brother) I sob uncontrollably into cregans chest my whole body limp as he tries getting me to my feet Jace just stares at me shaking as he tries to hide his emotion “Ossēninna zirȳla ossēninna aemond syt skoros ēza gaomagon” (I will kill him I will kill Aemond for what he has done) I scream out both sadness and anger suffocating me “ shhh y/n it’s ok come on let’s get home ok” he tries to comfort me but I shake my head 

“ I-i must go to dragonstone” I sob uncontrollably each word coming out with a strained breath as I start having a panic attack“ you can not sister” have finally speaks up shaking his head “ you have your place here you are under mothers order to do your duty here” he takes my head in his hands “Kesan gaomagon skoros kostan naejot ōdrikagon qilōni emagon ōdrikagon īlva” (I will do what I can to hurt who have hurt us ) i rest my forehead against his “ don’t leave me too” I sob uncontrollably “ promise me” he envelopes me in a tight embrace “ I promise”. 

[morganaawriterr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Help me choose my next post based on the synosis;

A/N: Here's something fun to keep you guys fed while I wait for tomorrow to arrive so I can post something new! Read these synosis, choose your favourite and vote! You can always leave a comment if you want ;)

— Lazy Sunday; (Jay) On a lazy Sunday, you watch your sleepy boyfriend, Jay, play guitar for you. His deep voice, messy hair, and shy glances make your heart race as he sings with affection. Seeing you wrapped in his oversized hoodie he can't help but pull you close, the moment becomes a quiet promise of love and intimacy.

—Yesterday; (Jungwon) Years after an abrupt breakup, you and your first love, Jungwon, meet again at a gathering, and the changes in both of you are undeniable. As tension rises between you two, old feelings resurface, though the wounds from the past remain. After a night of wine and confrontation, you find yourself back at his place, where the lines between love, regret, and longing blur. But the next morning, faced with reality, you are heartbroken by the truth that you can’t undo the past.

— Drive; (Sunghoon) Inspired by the song 'drive' by Halsey, written for a request; Sunghoon drives through the quiet California night, haunted by the memory of you—your warmth, your touch, and the kiss you pulled away from. The road ahead blurs as his heart wrestles with confusion and longing, replaying moments of laughter, intimacy, and the unspoken tension between you. The missed exits, the heavy air in his car, and the ache in his chest mirror the uncharted path of his feelings. When he finally parks in your driveway, he’s done hiding. Tonight, the road leads him back to you, ready to risk everything for a chance to finally be seen.

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[watermelonrindsstuff]

Sometimes I forget that TV series are a form of art created by countless artists coming together to materialize their vision. Binge-watching a Netflix show with coffee and chips in the evening, only to forget about it entirely after a few days, has been my usual experience. But some shows stick around; they make me think, speculate, and reflect. They make it harder to move on, forcing me to question something dormant within me. They slap you in the face, give a middle finger to the status quo, and take you on a ride that’s unpredictable, uncomfortable, fun, and gut-wrenchingly painful.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer is one of those rare shows. It demands you fall out of everything else and be present wholeheartedly. You have to let the beauty and terror of the show consume you. And maybe, if you’re lucky and introspective enough, you might come out of it a whole new person.

Even though it’s a show about mystical creatures like demons, vampires, and witches, it’s fascinating how it remains so grounded, unearthing real-life issues and addressing them with remarkable humanity. The characters aren’t flawless heroes or unrelatable paragons of virtue; they’re messy, flawed, and, at times, unapologetically jerks. Not the passive, harmless kind, but the kind of jerks we encounter in real life; the ones whose actions mirror the complexity of human relationships.

Out of the sprawling cast, you can barely count two or three who haven’t made a complete 180 at some point. And isn’t that true of life itself?

People you once trusted might turn their backs on you when you need them most.

Siblings, feeling unseen or isolated, act out in ways you don’t expect.

Parents misunderstand your calling, your passion.

Friends, the ones you’d have done anything for, out of jealousy and incompetence isolated you.

Then there’s loss; the death of someone you love, followed by the suffocating silence and disconnection it leaves in its wake.

People try their best to support you in all the wrong ways.

Unexpected moments of compassion and support from the unlikeliest sources.

The numbness of depression.

The yearning to do better for the ones you love.

The inappropriate silliness in the face of mortal danger,

The punning as if a joke could stop the world from ending.

I’ve felt all of this. I’ve lived it. And I know everyone, in their own way, has too. What makes this show the greatest of all time isn’t just the supernatural battles or the apocalyptic stakes. It’s the way it takes the raw, messy beauty of life and weaves it into something profound. It’s the creativity, the honesty, and the soul poured into presenting these truths that make it unforgettable.

Despite all its brilliance, the show isn’t without its flaws, many of which stem from its creator: a bona fide egotist. There’s the whitewashing of problematic actions, some of which were disturbingly endorsed. The underlying tone of misogyny often contradicts the show’s branding as a pro-feminist narrative. Add to that the mishandling of perfectly developed characters out of personal grudges and the abrupt departures of main leads, and it’s clear that the creator’s ego left its mark in ways that tarnish what could have been a near-perfect legacy.

However, given the immense contributions of the other writers, directors, cast, and crew who poured their hearts and souls into bringing this show to life. The producers and writers and their audacity to try out extremely crazy ideas and visions and sewing it as flawlessly as possible. The stellar performance of the casts. I can’t help but proclaim it as one of the best show ever! Their dedication and talent shine through every moment, elevating it beyond the flaws of its creator.

[hobisexually]

long winded rant in the tags coming that’s partly about weight but in a very unfiltered sad way so if that triggers you do Not read on

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

how i manifested my dream life with extremely hard circumstances + how you can too ♡

Note: this is not my post and it's blushydior's post that everyone been searching for, so i thought why not making it as a post,and blushy if you see this, please don't kill me i know you said that you'll change your post but you disappeared After that.

♡ table of contents:

1. the importance of making this post

2.my take on manifestation + the 3D

3. HOW I DID IT - my journey in 4 phases i went through that include my mindset changes up to the moment i got my desires 

4. your new rules & routine from this moment on

5. a note from me!

6. frequently asked questions: separated into topics regarding the 3D, self concept + miscellaneous questions to have you leaving this post stress free.

now let’s get into it. read every bit of this post “ ~ ୨୧ ♡ ·

I. THE IMPORTANCE OF MAKING THIS POST

i’ve been through it all. you can read my experiences from old life in the “my life before” section of my success story + here, here, here and here. this is my success story on how the law of assumption has changed my life. as you can see from the “how” section of the post, i had purposely left it short, sweet and simple to avoid people complicating the simplicity of the law of assumption. but as time went on, anons and other blogs made me realize that since people do tend to over-complicate the law, the need i felt to make an in-depth post on how i personally manifested through my hard circumstances grew strong.

my blog often highlights topics that pertain to mental health, so i want to make sure those who find themselves in the same situations as i once were feel seen, heard and loved. you are all so powerful, amazing and hold so much potential more than you know. with this post, i hope i am able to help you realize that fact to the best of my abilities.

𝐈𝐈. MY TAKE ON MANIFESTATION + THE 3D

something that you’ll see me say all the time is: “life is a blank canvas.” that’s because it truly is.

remember that you are working with the law of assumption. what you assume to be true, is true. nothing is set in stone unless you say it is. things have meaning only if you assign it one.

you are the sole creator of your life. you are the artist that controls the brush/pen, you control what goes on and off of this very malleable canvas we call life. you don’t have to do anything. therefore,

you don’t have to: affirm 24/7, be specific, word your affirmations correctly, listen to subliminals, ignore the 3D, be positive all the time, meditate, have high vibrations, script, visualize, do sats or lullaby, go into the void, affirm in the present tense, avoid the mirror, etc.

you can literally say a random word like “bonk” and if saying it means you have all your desires or money is constantly filling your bank account, then that’s what will happen!

“but what if my subconscious doesn’t know what it means?” your subconscious mind is literally you. it’s not some stranger separate from you. if you want a scene to play out a certain way on a specific date or a romantic partner with all the most perfect qualities even if you can’t name it all at the top of your head, your subconscious has your back with the details! you have your own back. don’t worry.

YOU DON’T HAVE TO IGNORE THE 3D.

read that again and again and again and again and-if your circumstances are quite literally in your face, how can you turn the other way and ignore it? you could if you wanted but you’ll only be doing more harm and we don’t want that, right?

“so then what do i do?” you KNOW it’s going to change. it’s challenging when you don’t fully believe the law to know it’s going to change, so for a start, tell yourself that this is not the end. why? because the moment you had a desire and claimed it as yours, it has already been set stone in the 4D so the 3D has no choice but to reflect it. this is your movie, you KNOW this is not the end. you are director and star of this movie! you control how it’s going to play out.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. HOW I DID IT - The 4 Phases (more so, 3)

PHASE 1:

i found out about manifestation from tiktok. from there i have tried scripting, law of attraction and had taken a liking into the craft. i tried it all until i found out about the law of assumption, sammy ingram and finally, tumblr.

PHASE 2:

upon finding out about loassumption tumblr, i had learned more and more about the law but as time went on, i had realized i had never really fully tried to apply the law. the idea just didn’t come about to apply it. as many others, i had overconsumed information, always wondering if i was doing it right, questioning the 3D,

so i took a break. upon discharge, i realized many things and decided to spend an extended amount of time alone, away from social media. i’m someone who values alone time as long as if it’s spent wisely.

during this time away from tumblr and sns platforms in general, constantly surrounded by other people’s takes, information, and opinions, i had learned so much about the law of assumption on my own! i went into the law of assumption with a fresh mind, actually applying the knowledge and overtime of affirming and persisting, i ACTUALLY understood the meaning behind “creation is finished. it is done.”

i’m advising you to step away from social media (that on it’s own has negative impacts) and be alone with your thoughts. i know your thoughts haven’t had it’s time to be alone because you’re most likely constantly seeking information to help you. and i don’t blame you. it’s just that, you are always bombarded by thoughts that aren’t your own, you barely give some time to yourself to think for yourself!

and if you can’t help but be on tumblr for other reasons than loassumption, unfollow blogs for the time being, scroll past informational posts to avoid second guessing your application. tell yourself that

YOU ARE DOING EVERYTHING RIGHT!

PHASE 3:

when it was time to apply the law, i simplified it. you choose what you desire, you affirm from your desire and persist. okay! got it. so that’s what i did. i affirmed whenever i thought about my desire, i kept saying that it is done! so in phase 2, i mentioned how i realized how creation was ACTUALLY done, right? before deciding to apply the law, i kept seeing posts saying that but i didn’t really fully understand it until the realization hit me during my time away from social media. (see? i love alone time. solitude is my bff) — here’s my breakdown for you:

once you decide a desire is yours to claim, THE SECOND you affirm that, in your head, imagination, your 4D, it is ALREADY yours. therefore, it has no choice to become physical reality. (this is why your subconscious only needs to hear things once in order for it to conform!)

it will always be yours for as long as you sustain that assumption (persist), it is yours! no matter what.

this is the meaning of “it is done.” it’s like telling a chef what dish you want, once they know what you want, they’ve got you covered. except that this chef is you. you know the details of your desire, you declare it’s going to conform instantly so why are you worrying? there is no need to worry.

informational post on the 4D + 3D here:

❝ If you judge after appearances, you will continue to be enslaved by the evidence of your senses. To break this hypnotic spell of the senses you are told, "Go within and shut the door,” The door of the senses must be tightly shut before your new claim can be honored .Instead of fighting against the evidence of the senses you claim yourself to be that which you desire to be. As your attention is placed on this claim, the doors of the senses automatically close against your former master (that which you were conscious of being). As you become lost in the feeling of being (that which you are now claiming to be true of yourself) the doors of the senses once more open, revealing your world to be the perfect expression of that which you are conscious of being. ❞

i kept time away from social media and being persistent really helped me be aware of my thoughts.

persistence has helped me:

be aware of thoughts that i wouldn’t have been able to catch before. for example, i was declaring that i have all of my desires and creation was done, but i found myself affirming “okay but where is it?” — this made me realize i was questioning my desires in my 3D even though i knew it was done in the 4D. (you don’t have to do this, you can imply your 3D conforms fast with whatever affs)

flip and interrupt my intrusive thoughts faster and faster the more i persisted. i hated my intrusive thoughts so much. like it was so annoying and hurtful. it was filled with replaying past scenarios that happened to me, things i wished had played out differently, just people who absolutely did not deserve the right to be occupying my mind and space! so i was grateful to learn that with persistence, i started to have less and less of those.

(see!! mental diet, persistence!! <3 this is how habits form and strengthen duhh. remember not to abandon common sense for the law)

AND THEN, PHASE 4:

i had entered sabbath, the state of the wish fulfilled, calm and relaxation that my desire has already manifested and there wasn’t nothing left for me to do other than persist. after so much persisting and saturating my mind with my affirmations, i reached being peace with my desires. i’m really glad i persisted. see how after persistence of assumptions, though false, will harden into fact? see how even your affirmations would feel “fake” at first but will soon feel natural to you? this means that i wasn’t questioning where it was, how long it was taking, etc. but this doesn’t mean i was ignoring my 3D. i saw it all but i knew it was going to change BECAUSE i felt peace in my inevitable desires.

then, i received my desires.

❝ I couldn’t possibly be worried about anything if I really believe that imagining creates reality. ❞

❝ When I speak of feeling I do not mean emotion, but acceptance of the fact that the desire is fulfilled. Feeling grateful, fulfilled, or thankful, it is easy to say, “Thank You,” “Isn’t it wonderful!” or “It is finished.” When you get into the state of thankfulness, you can either awaken knowing it is done, or fall asleep in the feeling of the wish fulfilled. ❞

𝐈𝐕. YOUR NEW RULES & ROUTINE

☆┆YOUR 3 NEW RULES ARE:

1, you have all your desires:

i have all of my desires.

creation is finished. it is done.

2. you manifest quickly and easily:

manifesting is always so easy and instant for me.

i always manifest within 2 days or less, the 3D conforms instantly.

the 3D instantly reflect my 4D.

the physical reality instantly reflects my 4D/imaginative reality.

3. you are okay because nothing can stop you from getting the inevitable:

everything is going to be okay because creation is done.

i am always aware of my thoughts. nothing can stop/get in the way of my desires.

no amount of intrusive thoughts, events and opinions of others have the power to stop my manifestations.

✉️: choose one affirmation from each list or make one of your own that makes you feel comfortable.

☆┆ROUTINE:

affirm on loop as an act of saturating your mind whenever you think of your desire until you feel satisfied,

in the morning, after you wake up: saturate your mind with affs.

read the manifesting vaunt below everyday (whenever you feel like it) — read it over and over again until you feel confident then go about your day!!

at night, before you sleep, affirm this:

“i kept all my thoughts in check today. i didn’t waver once. my mind is completely saturated with the new story.”

optional tip: if you want to saturate your mind even more as a start, you can set reminders with sticky notes around your space, have affs on your phone lock screen or wear a bracelet.

✉️ NOTE: soon enough, your mind will be saturated and you won’t need to do this anymore. this is just a start for those who battle intrusive thoughts!

let yourself feel any emotions that may come up because of your hard circumstances then once it’s out of your system, affirm your rules, especially rule #3!

do not consume any loassumption information if you know it will only cause you to second guess your ability. if you have the urge to ask a blog a question, try to make sense of what they will say and answer it yourself.

in times of doubt, remember that life is a blank canvas. your desire is set in stone, so your only task is to persist.

REASSURANCE VAUNT

creation is ACTUALLY finished. it is done. the second i claimed my desires as mine, it has already manifested itself in the 4D so it has no choice to present itself in the 3D! all i have to do is affirm and persist. i always have unwavering faith in my manifesting abilities and the law. i never fail. i am successful at every single thing i do. manifesting is so effortless. no amount of doubt, worry, fear, anxiety, intrusive thoughts or events can ever, and i mean EVER stop my manifestations. why? because i said so. this is MY life. i make the rules. so if i say i manifest easily, the 3D conforms instantly and that i have all of my desires, then it is a FACT. i’m literally unstoppable. everything i want is inevitable. my only task is to persist, sit back and relax as the 3D reflects my 4D. it all happens so fast, but what else do you expect from a master manifester like me?

SOMETHING TO NOTE:

most of the time, people think affirming on loop is saying it like a robot but what you don’t realize is that you’re affirming as if you’re reading a book. it’s not filled with enthusiasm but it’s not exactly monotone either. stop overthinking it. it’s like the voice you’re reading this post with. correct?

again, soon enough, your affirmations will feel natural and you won’t feel the need to affirm constantly. the routine above was given for those who battle intrusive thoughts, making your affirmations dominate to the point where you don’t waver.

QUOTES on STATES:

❝ I paid thirty dollars for my first suit. Today a suit will cost me $200.00, but regardless of the cost, when the suit is new I am aware of it. But let me wear it long enough for it to feel natural and I will no longer be conscious of it. The same is true for a state. You may desire the state of fame. If you will think you are famous and remain conscious of the state long enough to make it natural, as the thoughts flow from you they become a natural part of your body of beliefs, and the world will proclaim your fame. ❞

❝ I urge you to use your own wonderful creative power and deliberately move into the state of your choice. Make it now by occupying the state long enough so that it feels natural. Haven’t you had a suit of clothes that felt so new you were conscious of them every moment? I know when I bought my first suit I walked down Fifth Avenue thinking everyone I passed knew my suit was new. People passing paid no attention to me, but I was so aware, so conscious of my new suit. That’s exactly that happens when you move into a new state. If the state of affluence is new, you think everyone knows it, but no one knows or cares whether you are rich or poor, so walk in the state until it becomes natural. The moment the feeling is natural, wealth is yours! ❞

𝐕. ENDING NOTE

i love you. read that again. you can do it. read that again. i am so so so so proud of you. read that again! you are so strong, you have SOO much potential and power. it’s time for you to tap into it, angel. stop making excuses. stop telling yourself you can’t do it. stop the nonsense! you’ve dealt with your hard circumstances long enough, it’s time for you to turn to the person who can make that change (you) and make it happen. i’m really sorry you have to go through what you did. you certainly do not deserve the unkind treatment. give yourself a hug and tell yourself that this. is. it. you’re going to make the change. you know it and i do too. it’s possible. nothing is impossible for the person who believes! keep the faith in yourself. nothing can stop you.

it’s like those movies where the mc finds out they hold so much power. they doubt it because of the life they’ve had so far but once they give it a shot, they become the most powerful hero ever. you are that hero!!!

i love you and i am, again, giving you the biggestttt hug ever.

now, with that being said, @blushydior​ will no longer be taking asks regarding this topic. i’ve cleared most of the questions that could ever arise. you don’t need my guidance anymore after this post! im seeing you off now. i love you. stay safe. know that you’re loved and hold the power to change your life.

— kisses from bambi ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

ps. make sure you clicked the words that have links! <3 (the links are missing)

𝐕𝐈. FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Something you wish you could’ve told yourself before you manifested it all to make things easier for anyone struggling:

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

you guys are beating yourself up for something so simple. take a step back and realize that. you’re already dealing with such hard circumstances, so why are you literally degrading yourself for something so within your power and reach? tell yourself everything is going to be okay. you’re always doing your best. you deserve the WORLD.

I could write a whole novel, combine all the posts on tumblr teaching the law of assumption, and every helpful ask out there but at the end of the day, YOU are the only person who could change your life. YOU make the call. turn every doubtful question to a positive one, when in doubt, turn inwards toward the 4D and know that it is real. it is done the second you affirmed it so.

SPEND TIME ALONE.

i can NOT stress this enough. i didn’t include the details of my time alone in phase 2 for nothing. you’ll see that you can answer your own questions. you’ll catch the thoughts you missed because you have always been so adamant on getting answers to questions you already knew. take a deep breathe and stay firm.

SEE WHAT’LL HAPPEN IF YOU DON’T GIVE UP.

What did you affirm to get your dream life?

basically my affirmations i gave above and these. all i used were blanket affirmations.

What does persisting mean to you? What does persisting really feel like? Is it just like a mental diet? or what?

“persisting is sticking to what you want / the end no matter what you’re shown, told, and what you experience + picking yourself up after letting any negative emotions & thoughts pass by.” — blushydior from this ask here (sadly the link is missing:()

+ keeping your thoughts in line of the same category. to word this in a different way, i can affirm so many affirmations just as long as they mean the same thing to me!

“it also is a mental diet. we’re always persisting in something. it’s just a matter of what you’re persisting in. you either persist in your desire or negative/non-beneficial thought 24/7.”

“in your post about how you changed your life, you said you just affirmed and persisted. but from your other posts it seems like you read neville goddard books. so did you just affirm or did you do imaginal acts too? i get confused when people say “just affirm and persist” cause neville never said that.” (original ask here) (note from Eli: the link is missing).

“yes, i read his books and sometimes i would do imaginal acts but i would only do that bc it helped me get by my circumstances, yk? like if i was overwhelmed i would just daydream lol. its like how i read books to escape to another world. but i would say, affirming and persisting was what i focused more on.

i just used what worked for me and used his quotes as a reminder of the power of man. i didn’t want to bound myself to one’s teaching constantly worrying if im doing it “right” or not so instead, i went back to his quotes that consisted of telling me to persist, look inwards, finding confirmation in my imagination, etc whenever i needed a pick me up.

but correct me if i’m wrong, i’m pretty sure many of the success stories he shared consisted of people simply decreeing their desires and feeling the wish fulfilled simply by repetition and acceptance of their assumption.”

What is saturating your mind?

read about it here (the link is missing, but Basically it is repeating an affirmation every minute or hour until you feel fulfilled)

Do we have to believe our affirmations? Did you ever doubt the law in the process?

no, i did not believe my affirmations and YES of course i doubted the law but i kept persisting either way because what could i lose? and here i am.

Did you just affirm, persist, maintain a mental diet and that’s it? No SATS, going to the void, lullaby, repeating affirmations? Did you just got it sleep?

just affirming and persisting. sure, the occasional lullaby, i usually affirmed for 10 seconds max before i gave up. i couldn’t sleep without imagining some romantic scenario LOL #bambiexposed

How to deal with manipulation and narcissism?

remind yourself that you’re in advantage because you know about the law of assumption. life is a dream, you can literally have whatever you want just by affirming. if you know that, why allow yourself succumb to other people’s thoughts and beliefs? i couldn’t allow other people’s thoughts ruin my chance of living my dream life. the thought of it alone gave me the worst feeling.

How did you tackle the feelings of having no hope? + After being in the victim state for so long what did you do to get yourself out and actually stay out?

i persisted on loop whenever i doubted the law. i reminded myself that it doesn’t hurt to just be quiet, affirm and persist to live my dream life. just do it. you gain nothing from turning back to your old habits. see what’ll happen if you don’t give up. ❝ Do you always turn to your imagination and, no matter what happens, do you remain faithful to the state imagined? If you do, you have passed the test. But if every little rumor, doubt, or fear can move you around like a pawn on a chessboard, then you are not keeping the faith! ❞ ❝ Objects seem so independent of our perception of them that we incline to forget that they owe their origin to imagination.❞

What was the timeframe of when you got your desires?

about a week after deciding to be strict with self discipline, mind you, i was dealing with hard circumstances and intrusive thoughts for years. within this time span, i had entered sabbath so i immediately got my desires.

How did you kept a positive mindset when it looked like there was no movement?

refer back to phase 3

What was your affirming routine?

AT FIRST, when i started to get sick of overconsumption and not getting my desires, i knew my mind wasn’t saturated/my desires were not my dominant thoughts. so, i decided to be strict with myself. i reminded myself with pieces of paper in my room that said: ❝ PERSIST. new story only!❞ ❝ AFFIRM!❞

❝ 1.) the 3D conforms instantly.

2.) AFFIRM THE DESIRED

3.) BE LOT.❞

and taped them on the wall infront of my bed & one on my door so i can see it before i head out.

i didn’t need them anymore after a few days. (phase 3 & 4)

What did you do on all the days you woke up and things were still the same?

stop affirming that you don’t see results. i flipped the thought of “nothing’s changed.” to “i am in my desired reality, it is done.” and so on. be stern and remind yourself that you are in control. don’t fall prey to the 3D. turn inwards, find confirmation in the 4D. read quotes above.

How did you not react to the 3D?

i allowed myself to be angry. if i wanted to cry, i did. if i wanted to vent, i did. i ranted my feelings out in my head, aloud or in a journal then proceeded to go back to the new story after i cooled down.

But isn’t ranting “not letting the old story die out?”

you and i could rant until our minds are cleared, just as long as you flip my thoughts, you are on the right track. i ranted for 2% of my 24 hour days. the other 98% i was persisting in the fact that creation was done. as “time” went on, it began to feel more natural and i felt more at ease. i held onto that feeling because i knew this was when i would get my desires and i did. letting out and actually feeling your feelings is important. you’re not a robot.

Did you script how your life would be?

no.

(.𖥔 ݁ note from Eli: here's her post about her life before and After she changed it with LOA, anyway i wanted to make it in a post since the Google document can't let you make a copie of it and plus you can't take screenshots which René didn't allow)

[toji-bunny-girl]

bartender toji fucking the living daylights out of us after a nasty breakup ? also have a nice day

ON THE H★USE !!

#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆 ⟢ bartender!Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader #𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺 ⟢ riding the hot bartender after a break up is the least expected thing you’ll ever think of #𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⟢ alcohol, pet names, foreplay, fingering, teasing, grinding, pre-cum, no protection, creampie, car sex, nipple play, squirting, size difference, big dick toji papa, alpha toji with xxxxxxxxl dick, multiple orgasm, one-sided drunk sex (?), power play, I’m so lazy to do tags, who even reads content warnings tbh #𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 ⟢ 4k #𝑨/𝑵 ⟢ don’t let this flop guys I spent way too much time on this when I should be studying for my exam 😭

“Plus, he literally had to beg me to act like I was cummin’ when he stuck his sorry excuse of a dick in me!” your eyelids hung heavily over your eyes as you exclaimed, brows shooting down in a frown. “Get a load of that guy, am I right?”

“He doesn’t pay for your stuff, and he can’t fuck good?!” Toji teasingly mirrored your tone as he manoeuvre behind the bar, uniform taut from the way he natchly flexed his arms; the bottles clinking as he worked deftly to craft out the beverage you ordered. “What a man.”

It has been 2 hours since you’ve been rambling on about your ex-boyfriend, and the ravenette felt like he’d known this stranger for years—all of his secrets and traits aired into his ears. Albeit, it was getting a bit boring, with the same repeated stories tumbling out of your voluble mouth. But still, he enjoyed chuckling at your adorable insobriety, fuelled by drunken mania. 

“Here you go, princess,” a small tug lifted the ends of his scarred lips when your eyes patently glimmered at the newly served alcohol. “It’s the last I can give you, we’re closing…” Toji’s eyes momentarily flickered to his watch, “in 7 minutes.”

“Oh, okay!” you deliriously yawped, downing the beverage into your liqueur-brimmed system before handing him your card, which you aimlessly threw at him, not even lucid of your motions. “Just swipe it.”

Toji simply brushed it off, taking it towards the other side of the counter. He's used to unintentional antics like yours, as long as the tab was paid off he has no problem with them. 

15,900 yen. 

The digits flashed past his eyes like stars, igniting a luminous glint in his dark emerald orbs. Hell, was it a sum to casually splurge on at some mid-high bar? He’s got a pretty girl with probably an equally pretty amount of personality in her wallet, sprawled on the bar top wailing about her broken heart. 

Oh, how he would love to play saviour. 

“Here, princess. Time to go home,” he tapped your card onto the counter after the successful transaction. His gruff voice was low as you drifted further from your haywired consciousness and towards a delicious drowse. You didn’t move when he neared your face, attempting to marshal up your scattered coherence by calling into your ear. 

Toji sighed as he leaned back onto his feet, and crossed his bulky arms, pondering the ways to get you out of the otherwise empty bar. 

It was 12:58 am and the other inebriated customers had gone out by themselves or with their friends dragging them along. Except for you, softly snoring on the sticky counter. 

His coworker shrugged at him when the ravennette glanced at the shorter male for help. “Just get her out of here. I’ll clean up the rest, and you owe me this one,” always so kind—how Toji wished he could smooch that man right then. 

“Thanks, man,” Toji’s eyes curved in moon crescents, before settling his sight onto your dozed frame. His finger pressed against your temple, and your head lolled to the side in suit of a light push; a trail of drool slipping past your plump lips. You were completely and utterly out of it, huh?

Grasping onto your arm, the male lightly shook you awake, the warmth from his calloused palm stimulating your nerves vivified. “Hey, Mr. Bartender…” you had an uneven smile on your crooked lips, sleepiness bubbling into the air with every laggard blink as you breathily chuckled. “Are you gonna bring me home?”

“I don’t know about that, princess,” his tone was syrupy sweet and it licked the ends of your lips upwards into a velvety grin. “But we gotta go now. Come on,” Toji’s hands came to yours, gently pulling you off of the bar stool. You followed after his guide, slipping your card into your pocket before frisking behind him like a lamb to the door. 

The burly male turned to his wrist after the door swung close in the wake of your exit, checking his watch; it read 1:04 am. The train station is closed and it’s going to kill his conscience if he leaves you by the streets like he always does with intoxicated male customers. He has no idea where you stay anyway—best to call a friend of yours to take you home. 

“(Y/N)?”

A grating, vexatious voice called. The two of you swivelled your gaze to the source to find your cheating, insipid creature of an ex with an arm thrown over some chick’s shoulders, chortling at the unstable mess you were. Your eyes were puffy and tumid from the hours of crying slash ranting session, and you were anything but lucid from the way you looked. 

How fucking lucky.

“What you got going on here? Getting kicked out of a bar?” your ex taunted, nearing his face to yours as you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Y-You…as—”

“Have the lady some of her space, buddy,” Toji’s authoritative voice prevailed over yours as he pushed the male away, rendering him to helplessly stumble backward into a fall. The woman in his arm hid her giggle with a gasp before helping his fuming ass up, his face beet red from his ignominious tumble. 

“Who are you?” he barked, eyelids flying open to show the hidden whites and teeth bared in belligerence. 

“A man who can make her cum, without begging her to fake it,” the woman burst into a half-concealed snicker when the ravennette broke the air with his unanticipated words. Your face grew to be saturated with ardent red, from both the intoxicant that coursed through your veins and the sentence you thought you had heard.

“I call it bullshit,” your ex spat with his upper lip pulled up in disrelish. There’s a flash of humiliation in his glare—he knew Toji seemed better than him and it killed him to know you’ve got suitors who are way out of his league. 

“It’s true,” you tapped Toji’s metallically stiff chest with a twisted, satisfied smirk on your rat-arsed face. “He toootally didn’t just stick his dick in me and call it a day, y’know?”

“Fucking whore.”

“What d’ya say?!” you screeched, ready to pounce on the asshole. “I sent you to the ER once, and I’ll do it again!”

“Alright, that’s enough, princess,” Toji tenaciously held onto your arm, and you’re stuck by him even without him using much strength. “We don’t want you dirtying your hands, do we?” 

A nasty shove met the male’s chest, knocking the air out of his lungs when he hit the ground. It was merely a fraction of Toji’s force, and it already had the male choking to breathe on the ground. 

“Speak to her like that again, and it’s not going to be just a push,” you could hear the rise of a dour, serrated threat in his tone, and it begot the asshole to cower back in trepidation. 

Pussy, Toji grimace. Albeit he was no saint himself but he absolutely despises the ilk of guys your ex filtered into—boisterous and a bully to women, yet nothing but a trifling mutt in front of men.

A tug of his arm, and your limbs wrapped around his wretched him out of his state of visceral contempt. “Take me home!” you ineptly exclaimed, a gruntled grin on your adorable, roguish face. 

Briefly riveting his baleful gaze onto the splayed male on the bitumen, Toji steered you uphill towards the parking lot as you clumsily tottered aside him. 

The encounter with the small-dick fucker sure rendered him more understanding of your evening of outburst. Plus, for you to be cheated on that piece of work was truly the icing on the cake. “Poor you, huh?”

“Forget ‘bout him! You were so cool I almost cummed right there and then,” you teasingly giggled as you peered at him through your heavy eyelids. 

Fuck—it’s no good for you to be saying that with that look on your face. 

His eyes rest ahead the road as you soon come to near the bright red C8 Corvette the woman he’s estranged with had previously gifted him, the car standing out amongst the parked vehicles like a sore thumb. 

Your eyes scintillated in awe when the car luridly flashed and beeped in the night, “That’s yours?!” you cried aloud, frisking all the way to the car, before stumbling over thin air and nearly jolting forward into a fall. Luckily, Toji was quick enough to catch you by your arm, saving your knee a painful event of bloody excoriation. “Oopsie daisie.”

Cute, Toji chortled. 

Jumping into the vehicle, the potent roar of the engine cut through the midnight air after you’ve settled neatly in the passenger seat, the only thing missing was the safety belt that was supposed to secure your form. Reaching to your side, Toji’s hand briefly brushed over your exposed thigh, the hem of your short dress riding up to merely cover your panty. 

A soft, almost inaudible noise fled your lips, and his eyes laid on your face, the faint, intimate gold beam from the street lamp illuminating your glowing features. Your orbs were luminous through the dark, and it roused an innate lasciviousness that lay dormant in his core. 

The liquor that flowed through your blood vessels had not quelled through the lapse of time, but it did not take away your clarity to feel the tension that electrified the air molecules into sweltering magnetism. And gosh do you want to snatch the constriction in the atmosphere and tear it through your canines. 

“Touch me,” you whispered, so soft and vulnerable Toji could seemingly snap you in half with just a touch. 

“You’re drunk, princess,” he reminded, yet he remained unshifted over your smaller frame, his hand merely a molecule from your tempting flesh that sang for his warmth. 

“No,” you were firm. Something in you purled, bubbling a heavy, demanding need to have him devour you. “I want you,” your breath was hot, scorchingly so; airy and desperate. 

“You want me?” his hand fell to your wrist, grasping your soft skin under his heavy hold, and guiding you over to his seat, straddling his lap. His gaze cut through your eyes, daubing pressure against your jumbled nerves, his intensity threatened to slice through the silky jugular of your vulnerability. And you nearly moaned under his eyes.

You gingerly nodded at him, and you thought the knit between your brows was enough to speak for your neediness. 

His grip on your wrist tightened a fraction before you missed the heat radiating from his palm. “Careful, princess. You might regret this,” he had paved a way out, it’s a leave it or fuck it situation served beneath your fingertip—and all the atoms in your body leaped into the growling blaze in the abyss residing in his essence. 

“Please,” your voice was barely a note above a mumble, yet the weight of your single word mitigated any marshalled resistance in him. 

His hands slid up your thighs, inching under your dress, sending tingles to your throbbing core. The intensity that radiated from him ceased to waver as he leaned against your neck, brushing against your skin as you gulped. Dark, ashen clouds drew above the emerald forest of his before he spoke, almost threateningly against your throat, “I want you to remember every single detail of this in the morning.”

With a breathless nod, you had swung the floodgates of your amenability open to his guttural thirst. The heavy, rapacious waves of your desires crash into superposition. You were the fuel and he was the fire, together the air detonated into space. 

His wet lips met yours in a whim, sucking onto your flesh until it stung, greedily tasting every crook and cranny of your wet cavern with the bumps of his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as your hands flew to clutch onto his head, deepening the kiss to reach his insides while his rough fingers sank into the plump flesh of your ass. 

Your lips burned with his saliva, and his tongue fluttered with yours. The atmosphere felt all-consuming, gripping onto your throat and restricting the air from flushing down your windpipe. Yet, your core pulsed between your thighs, an excited blaze slowly roaring into something bigger than you could handle. 

Your chest rose and fell in a quick tempo when you snatched your lips away from his, grasping as much air as you could within a second before you dove right into him. Albeit your sight was hazy, you caught sight of the luminous flush that panned over his cheeks. 

Pretty, pretty. You chanted in your head as your hands slid down to his clothes, clumsily popping the buttons off of the garment that kept the warmth of his skin away from your touch. You want him, you want him. 

Your fingers nearly melted when they met his hot, sinewy chest, and Toji’s teeth sank a little too hard into your bottom lip when you teased his nipples under your touch, innervating them hard with every flick. The salient bulge in his pants rolled against your folds, merely separated by an annoying piece of your underwear, and your moans jumbled into each other’s mouths

“Fuck, princess. You’re driving me crazy,” Toji breathily groaned when your sloppy lips sundered apart, a hot string of mixed saliva connecting your swollen, red lips together. His large hands lifted your ass up into the air as he palmed them, the warmth from him sending a snuggly sensation through your body. “It’s no fun when only you get to tease.”

Your eyes playfully gleamed, before the light shot out of the crater of your orbs—his finger pressed against your sodden panty, damp with arousal. The tingles shyly reached through your belly as he rubbed your hardening bud, and your body shuddered against his. 

“You’re not playing fair,” he murmured against your jaw, leaving trails of bruised kisses down your jugular. His hand left your heat just as the high came close to your clutch, leaving you with nothing but the lingering cold touches of his. 

With a defeated sigh, you ground your knee against his growing hardness, your finger shyly rubbing against the clothed tip of the constrained mount, the spot slowly growing dark from amativeness. 

Toji sunk deeper into the headrest as you touched him, his exposed chest ceaselessly rising and falling. His breath hitched in his throat when you twirled his sensitive nipple between your fingers; your heated exhales warming the side of his neck as his grip almost painfully firmed onto the fat of your ass. 

You didn’t allow his peaking orgasm to come through, forcing yourself off of his sore, throbbing erection, and your teeth bared into a dirty smile. “I am playing fair.”

“You want to test me, princess?” he chuckled, the bassy timbre of his scratching the knot of an itch inside your ears. A gasp leaped out of your throat as your body jolted forward, his seat clicked backward to its maximum taut, “I’ll make you cry for more.”

You found your back nestled in his stead, your thighs spread open with his calloused hand slipping down your supple flesh. His fingers tapped nearer and nearer to your heat, before slipping off your soiled panty. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” Toji sucked an inhale through his teeth as he leered at your dripping sex—thick, rough thumb fluttering friction on your clit once again. Your eyelids flitted shut as you softly moaned against the air, the smell of your arousal filled the confinement of the car; the scent nearly making him growl when it panged hard against his nostrils. 

You watched as Toji slipped a thick finger into your velvety folds, feeling it trodding past your walls. Your heat snugly enveloped him as he filled your inside with another digit, his two fingers pressing, and running themselves over your slick cunny. “Gotta stretch you good for me, princess.” 

Your back inched into the seat with a contented sigh, enjoying the build-up of ticklish pressure stacking up your tummy. Toji was ridiculously dexterous with his fingers—deftly stroking your cunt, and quick to find the spot in you that innervated your pure senses with a ting. 

“S-Shit—” your body was subservient to his touches; your spine curved into an arch, your toes curled tight and your fingernails dug into the flesh of his arm. “M’feel so good. Toji—fuck,” it was as if his fingers were gilded in Eros’ heavenly blessing, the godly grace spilling into your pleasure. Tears began prickling at the sides of your eyes from how hard you were squeezing them, your flailing legs kicking against the dashboard of his car. 

“So pretty when you cry,” Toji groaned under his breath, his damp restraints painfully throbbing from the way your squelching walls tightened around his fingers—oh, how he fucking wish it was his cock in you right there and then. 

His touches were singing your walls into melting squirts of drool, pearls of arousal weeping between your thighs in the wake of his careful strokes. Never were you touched in such a way, and you felt like balling from how good it felt. “M’ close! M’gonna cum! Oh my gosh—!”

“Come on. Cum for me, princess,” you could hear his smirk in his voice as pleasure kissed your senses, fluttering through your electrified nerves and sending a jolt of tingles all over your body. Your mouth was lax open into an ‘o’, nails marking his skin as they sank deeper into his arm, and your walls tightly spasmed with a wave of rough euphoria cracking your bones weak. You fucking came from his mere fingers. 

Your eyes bat open with your lips sundered from your pants, your face ardently glowing from your subduing high. “Fuck…” your wet thighs quivered from the sheer force of your orgasm, and you blinked in disbelief. 

Over 2 decades of living and it was the first time cumming from a real man, not your fingers nor toys. But the brawny, sex-dripped male slipping your dress off of your spent body. 

You almost fell in love. 

Pushing him down the driver’s seat, you crawled over Toji’s firm thighs, running your finger from his chest to his muscle-packed abdomen, then down to the wristband. You were flickering to take charge, and he sank down to your guidance, rough palms resting on your hips. 

Your dress was off, divulging the bare curves of your body, sweat-glazed skin iridescent under the moonbeam and your sex-flushed features were begging for him. You look so, fucking, perfect that he had to bite down the need to ruin you on the spot. 

His hips impatiently thrust upwards into your sticky cunt, grinding his pack against you, urgency in his essence demanding your heat. “Don’t keep me waiting now,” he purred, with a silent warning tagging behind his words. 

Your fingers tugged the waistband of his pants along with his briefs, a drive in you matching his pacing hastiness. His shaft sprang out of its painful confinement, and your eyes nearly popped out from the sheer look of his cock. 

He was oozing with sticky pre-cum from his angry, red tip, throbbing veins ran from the base of his length to the curved head—the size of him bigger than any you’ve seen. The smell of his masculine essence hit your senses and a new pool of arousal began drawing in your tummy, your pussy walls squeezing in empty neediness.

“There’s no backing out now, princess,” Toji’s fingers firmly gripped onto your ass, lifting you over his cock, hovering.

“Who said I’m backing out?” you gulped, before lowering yourself down, his fat cockhead kissing your pussy lips before your hips greedily sank down his length, oblivious to the crackle of tingles it would send to your nerves.

“Careful there,” he teased with a chuckle as you let out an instinctual gasp from the way his girth stretched past your velvety walls, the slick sound of your arousal-dripped cunt, and his heavy shaft bubbled into the air, and scorched your cheeks red.

“M-My gosh…” you cried as your hazy gaze fell to the bulge jutting from the inside of your tummy, your walls taut with his heavy cock buried inside you. “I’m s’full, Toji.”

“Mhm,” he cooed, brushing his hands over the sides of your smooth thighs. “But you gotta start moving, baby.”

Gingerly, you lift your hips up before slowly inching them down his length. Your walls clenched as your sex rubbed friction, and you could feel every pulsing vein of his just as he could feel your fluttering warmth.

“Feel good, princess?” Toji asked breathily, your head faintly nodded, but there was a hint of a dubious glint in your fallen gaze, your knees lifting and sinking your weight.

“I need your help…” your voice cracked in disappointment as you paused, tears of frustration edging by your eyes. You couldn’t seem to grasp a steady pace no matter how long you painfully rode.

“What d’ya say?”

Your orbs looked as though they were melting off of your sweat-glazed skin, blinks of fervourish plea clawing from your drunken gaze into his. “Please, Toji,” your voice hitched, and you’re humping his pelvis. “Please…I want to feel good.”

Aww. How fucking adorable.

You yelped when you felt yourself being raised and slammed down his cock, your folds burning with every stretch of your walls. And it feels so good. “Y-Yes…” your eyes closed shut, fingers scrambling to grip his locks. “T-Toji—mhaa!”

“You’re so fuckin’ cute screaming my name,” the curve of his tip perfectly kissed your g-spot with each piston of his hips, and every time the twitching head of his meat met your gummy part, it sent a flash of electricity up your spine.

“S-Sho good—” you slurred through your words, weighed head lolling idly to every thrust of his fat cock.

“No one can get you dripping off their cock like this, huh?”

“Mmh—yes!” the space between your brows was crumpled into a tensed frown, your hips bouncing up and down his thick girth with his hands guiding your pace. “I love it! I love your cock!”

Toji let out a low groan when you cried, bucking himself deeper into your sloppy mess of a cunt and kissing the surface of your cervix. “Fuck—I love an honest girl.”

Your muscles nearly melted off of your bones as he continued to fucked himself deeper than you’ve ever felt, reaching the parts you didn’t know could be touched and your features dropped with his touches on your deep intimacy. A fierce sear of heat burned through your tingling womb, and it threatened to consume your body whole. “M’ cummin’! Toji—!”

“I know, I know, let it out f’me. Come on,” he grunted, keeping his grip firm on your arms as he fucked himself hard and deep into you. He could feel your squelching cunny clench, so tight as for the purpose of milking him on the spot. “Keep bouncin’ on my cock, yeah?”

“Nngh—No more!” you squealed. “N-No—” his thumb drew between your shaking thighs and greedily swiped over your blushing clit. Your fingernails sank into your palms as you gripped for dear sanity, his cock continuously violating your fluttering spots until they grew sore.

“I can make you feel better, princess,” he mumbled tinglingly against your neck, sinking his teeth down your flesh to hold back a shaky moan. His pleasure was inching to fly to release, and your tight clutch onto his shaft was nothing but a catalytic lure.

“S’ hurts—please!” your babbles were almost indecipherable as he rammed into your sore cunt, his fingers digging into your soft flesh holding onto you tenaciously; pushing you right to the edge of oblivion as he clung onto his nearing release.

“Cum f’me again, baby?”

“M’can’t! Still sensitive—!” you cried before another orgasm shot through your core. You felt as if you were sent up into the ether, stars teeming through your body as the waves of pleasure sent you on a vertigo ride. Your gasps dragged through your lips, your eyelids hung heavily over your bleary eyes, with tears slipping down your hot cheeks.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—M’close too, baby,” Toji swore through his bared teeth, his cock painfully twitching as thick semen surged through his tip—his hips rolled as your cunt squeezed his remaining sanity, popping them like fireworks before they burst into nothingness.

Your essence squirted out of your tensed cunny, shooting with his mixed cum that dripped down his belly. Your breaths shaky and hot with heightened senses, your sticky sex pulsing in overstimulation.

Exhausted, you fell prostrated on top of his hard muscle-built body, head undulating with the ups and downs of his heaving chest. And slowly, your cognisance drifted back into your mind, the aftermath of everything—the alcohol and the sex, pummelled into you like a heavy truck. Unforgivingly so.

“Toji…I really feel like pukin—”

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[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (gym owner+ your personal trainer Simon)

Simon notices you the moment you step into the gym. nervous, pretty, looked entirely out of place. He greets you with a nod and a gruff “Hello” when you saunter to the counter and look up at him timidly. Gleaming doe eyes meeting his and a bit intimidated by his presence.

“I want…want to sign up for the course…” your voice comes out soft and quiet, still a bit scared by the wall of man in front of you. His lips curl upward slightly, though his schedule is pretty tight already, but he doesn’t mind squeezing time out just for a cute and beautiful girl like you.

“The only time I’m free now is 21:00.” Simon said, asking if you’re okay with it, and you agree without a doubt. This is the gym closest to your place, and has the highest rating among others, you don’t mind if the session will start a bit later in the night.

He’s a great personal trainer, like the what the comments say on the internet. He’s meticulous, knows how to effectively improve your stance. You’re not sure if it’s normal for personal trainers to stand this close when you’re squatting, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him, his breath fanning on the nape of your neck. maybe he just wants to make sure you won’t accidentally hurt yourself, you think to yourself after few sessions with him.

Simon can’t forget the first session, you step into the gym with the sports bra and gym shorts, hair tied into a high bun that shows off your flawless neck, he wonders how smooth it will feel when he runs his fingers along it. His chest touches your rear when you’re lifting weights, “In case your grip slips.” He tells you when he sees the confusion in your eyes. His eyes glued on your hips when you just finished few reps of lying leg curls, ass cheeks so nice and supple, you breathe a bit fast as you keep lying on the training machine, unaware of him try not to form a boner from ogling at your moist lips and the contours of your body.

You’re a bit frustrated with the progress you made so far, asking him if you’re not working hard enough. Your slight pout is too adorable, and he resists the urge not to swipe his thumb over your bottom lip. “You’re doing alright, give your body some time to build muscles.” Simon reassures you, but he can still see the chagrin on your face. You’re stressed out, he can tell, and as your personal trainer, it’s his job to help his student unwind, yeah?

The disappointment and anxiety are thrown to the back of your mind when he sits on the bench in front of the mirror, two fingers deep inside you, twirling and pressing the gooey spots with you moaning on his lap.

“Look at the mirror, sweetheart, look how beautiful you look when your little pussy’s swallowing my fingers.” His other hand move to your chin, turn your head towards the mirror. You can see his smug smile even with that disposable mask on, his fingers shoved deep into your cunt, bring out your profuse juices when he drags his fingers out. The scene is too embarrassing, your cheeks flush with arousal and shyness when you shift your gaze away from the mirror.

“Look at the mirror, love.” His tongue clicks twice, tone firm without any space for you to reject, so you obediently look back, let out a high-pitched sweet whine as you watch how his cock sinks into your tight cunt, pussy lips pushed aside to fit his fat cock. “Fucking pussy so tight, so perfect…fuck…” He inhales deeply, landing a soft swat on your bum and makes you yelp at the comfortable sting.

He definitely didn’t choose to schedule your session this late, that no one will be in gym except you two, so he can bend you over every surfaces here and fuck you till you squirt all over the nearest wall. His hips never cease, shows you how much stamina and strength he has as the best personal trainer. Pinning you over the machine you did lying leg curls, the angle of the it allows your ass to arch up and let him drive his pierced cock deeper, each piercings knead and glide through your spots one by one every time he slams his hips back.

When your thighs’ twitching even harder than they were after your leg days, you looking up at him with dazed eyes, entirely blissed out from how many mind blowing orgasms he gave you, Simon lifts you up again, easily maneuver you to hook your knees over his elbows, he pushes his cum-drenched dick inside again, still rock hard and ready to wrench yet another release from your heavenly cunny. He walks you to the mirror again, every steps makes his hips bucks and cock thrust up in the force, and all you can do is moan and whimper. “too much, too much Simon…”

But He only huffs out a laughter at your words while he stops in front of the mirror, giving you the full view to the reflection—your fucked dumb expression, thighs spread widely and supported by his strong arms, pussy swollen and clit peaks out from the folds, yet your tight walls still massaging his cock nicely as if you’re trying to please him.

“So perfect, princess. look just right when you’re in my arms.” Simon presses a kiss to your shoulder, adjust his grip and let your weight help him to reach the deepest, the tip of his shaft rest against your cervix. “Let’s have the next round on the leg press machine, yeah? I know you hate doing leg press the most, maybe you’ll be more pliant the next time, because you know how I’ll make you soak that seat after the session ends, hmm?”

[nereidprinc3ss]

hi!!! here for a request. can we have a imagine where reader has a wound from surgery or whatever on like in a rib and she hides to change the bandages but then spencer sees her and he’s like ‘lemme help you’ and…

you do you for the rest!

in which spencer helps BAU fem!reader change her bandages in the bathroom at work. it's intimate, and he's adorable and awkward, and it only fuels her terrible, terrible crush.

warnings/tags: fluff, talk/description of wound, brief talk of being stabbed (does not actually occur in this fic lol), reader wears a bra, spencer undoes said bra but not sexually, lots of suggestive humor and teasing, a TINY sprinkling of angst but not really, idiots in love

a/n: i'm picturing early seasons spencer and it is filling me with so much unbridled joy. I. LOVE. HIM. thank you for the request!! and lets not talk about how inconsistent my formatting for requests is pls and thanks!!

It’s not like you meant to bend down so quickly that your wound reopened—but here you are, suffering the consequences of your actions in the women’s bathroom at Quantico as you try to assess the injury before you re-bandage it. And your shoe is still untied. 

Unfortunately, the fact that you had quite literally been stabbed in the back last week makes it hard to reach said injury—especially when you’re at work and so can’t take off your shirt like you normally would. And all this struggling means it’s taking longer than it should, so now you’re focused on the wound and its scabby, wet edges and all the things it’s secreting rather than hurrying to give another statement of the entire event to Hotch since the first one had apparently been too sparse on the details. 

A knock sounds on the open door. Spencer calls your name. 

“You in there?”

The angle of your neck has your voice slightly strained as you call back, “yeah, what’s up? Is it Hotch?” you pause to hiss as you accidentally scratch at the wound with a nail. You don’t even want to know how much bacteria you just introduced to it. “Tell him I didn’t forget our meeting, I’ll be there in—”

“It’s not Hotch. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay with your back? I know you said you were going to check on it, but you’ve been in there a while.”

You sigh, dropping your sore arm as you continue to hold up your shirt with the other and regarding the reflection of your back in the mirror. 

“Actually—could you come in here?”

There’s a pause. 

“You want me to come into the women’s restroom?”

“Yes, Spencer. It’s fine. There’s nobody else in here. I just… I need some help, I think.”

The last part is admitted quietly, with an air of defeat. To admit to needing help, is, by your standards, the same as failure. Spencer knows this, which is probably the only reason he puts aside his hesitations and shuffles uncertainly into the tiled room. If you’re asking for help, it’s because you really need it. 

“What do you need help with?” he asks, sweeping his gaze suspiciously around the lavatory as if you were lying about there not being any other women present and this whole thing might be a trap of some sort. 

“It’s gross, and you can totally say no.”

He raises his brows expectantly, before spotting the weeping wound on your back. Unconsciously he steps closer, leaning forward. It’s not your fault, and the gore is not specific to you—anyone’s body would react this way to being stabbed. But you still feel embarrassed by the close attention to such an ugly marring, which nobody besides you and your doctors has actually seen up close.

“That doesn’t look good,” he mutters. The expression on his face is irritatingly familiar—the drawn brows, tightened eyes, barely parted lips—but it takes a moment before you realize what it is. 

“Reid,” you complain. He’s still stooped over slightly to examine the wound, and looks up at you through dark lashes with those infuriatingly warm puppydog eyes.

“What?”

“You’re looking at me the way you look at a dead body on the slab.”

His nose scrunches.

Some might say it scrunches adorably. 

“No, I’m not. That’s just my face.”

“Okay, well stop. It’s freaking me out.”

He pouts—actually pouts. Subtle, but bottom lip jutted out and all. It’s ridiculously endearing. 

“My face freaks you out?”

“Wh—no! That’s not what I said! You have—you have a great face! I didn’t mean—” 

You manage to claw yourself out of the hole you’re digging when you see the dopey smile growing on his face. 

Oh. He was fucking with you. 

He never used to do that. It’s unnerving to be the fucked with instead of the fucker for a change. Especially when it’s Spencer. 

“What did you need me for?” Spencer asks by way of peace offering. You close your eyes and sigh, attempting to collect your thoughts without his presence re-scrambling them.  

“Um—I just need you to put this bandage over it. I can’t reach without taking my shirt off.”

And now you’re forced to wonder if he’s thinking about you shirtless as much as you’re thinking about you shirtless.

“Yeah—don’t do that,” he says absentmindedly, stepping again closer to get a better look before turning to the nearest sink.

For some reason, this offends you. 

“Why not?”

Spencer pulls another face as he washes his hands—you love the constant flow of expressions he always seems so unconscious of. Even when they’re not pleasant and directed at you.  

“Are you asking me why shouldn’t you take your shirt off?” he clarifies. 

“I know why I shouldn’t take my shirt off, but I want to know why you think I shouldn’t take my shirt off.”

“Because we’re at work?” he observes astutely. You frown deeply at his completely logical reply. Spencer chuckles as he dries his hands and approaches once more, taking the square of gauze pre-lined with medical tape from your hand. “I mean, I can’t stop you. But it would be kind of a weird choice.”

“Oh, so me shirtless is weird?”

Cool fingers meet the comparatively hot skin of your back—where everything is still sensitive because the wound wreaked havoc on your nerves there. You flinch slightly. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs gently. Though his touch is so incredibly light it doesn’t really hurt—it hurts much less than when you’re tending to the wound, anyway. It’s almost soothing. After a moment he continues, a bit louder. “And that is not what I was saying. But I am completely comfortable asserting that it would be weird for you to be shirtless at work.”

The gentle touches contrast with his teasing words and serve to disorient you as you’re shaken back in to your usual dynamic. Which is markedly more sarcastic. 

“Well—”

Before you have to think of something to say, Spencer interrupts you. 

“Your, um—I think your… brassiere… is in the way.”

As soon as he says it you burst out laughing. It echoes through the room. 

“My brassiere? Are you actually 70 years old?”

His brows knit even tighter and his face gets very pink very quickly. He can’t meet your eyes over your shoulder. 

“That’s what it’s called.”

“Spencer, you may be the first person to use that word since 1952. Say bra.”

“I don’t want to,” he complains. Your laughter only grows as your head tips back. 

“Why? How is brassiere better than bra?”

“It’s—it’s too colloquial! I’m trying to be professional!”

“Call it a bra or I’m going to rub my dirty hands all over my back,” you threaten, adopting a poker face so he knows you mean business. His eyes widen immediately. 

“Oh my god! Bra! Do you want to introduce staph and meningitis and g—do not do that!”

“See? How hard was that?”

“I hate you,” he mumbles, face still flushed and adorable. “And you still have to take it off.”

“Excuse me?” you grin, pretending to be affronted because you know he didn’t mean it like that but it’s fun to pretend he did. Fun for you, of course. Not so much for him. He's utterly flustered by this point.

“Or at least undo it! It’s in the way.”

With a deeply bored sigh, you go to unclasp your bra—but as you go to do it your shirt drops down. You grimace, humor briefly forgotten as the fabric brushes the damaged skin. 

“I can’t—”

“Okay, just—I’ll do it,” Spencer says. “Just move your shirt again.”

So you do, watching his reflection as he works.

And you have not one joke to break the heavy silence with as you feel his knuckles gently pressing into the middle of your back, as he unclasps the bra with his characteristic tenderness and a surprising amount of agility. It’s quiet except for your pulse in your own ears as he carefully pushes it out of his way, holding it down with a hand to your rib cage and fingertips slipping just under the fabric of your shirt—unintentionally and certainly non-sexual, no doubt, but skimming under your heart in a way that still feels so intimate you’re realizing how touch-starved you are. 

“You do that often?” you find yourself asking, because you’re stupid, and you need to cool the tension before it chokes you, and you can’t help yourself even though you don’t actually want to know the answer. 

“I,” he begins, voice quiet as rustling paper, tongue darting over his lip and eyes narrowed. The sentence stalls as he focuses on placing the patch just so. “Do not think that is an appropriate workplace question.”

Something aches in the pit of your stomach. 

Something resembling jealousy. 

It was not the timid evasive linguistic maneuver of someone who is insecure about the thing they’re discussing. It was not the awkward fumbling no but I don’t want to tell you that which you were expecting from Spencer Reid. 

Nor is it an easy yes—an admission between friends. He doesn’t want to tell you. 

You swallow and try to act like yourself. 

“Yet here you are, in the woman’s restroom at our place of employment, undoing my bra. I think we’re past professionalism.”

“When you decontextualize it like that it sounds like something it’s not. This is professional, because I’m helping you with a wound you sustained on the job. I’m being a good colleague.”

Your lips twist into a smile he can’t see. 

“A great colleague would kiss it better.”

“It's almost like you want me to file a sexual harassment complaint with HR," he says through a little smirk as he smooths the bandage over. Before you can snip back, he steamrolls over his own teasing—you’ve both been speaking in almost reverent tones since he started but his voice loses the sarcastic edge from a second before and reverts back to concerned and sweet. “Does that feel okay?”

You rotate your shoulders best you can without letting go of your shirt or flashing the good doctor to check if it feels secure.  

“It’s good. And hey—if I were going to sexually harass you I would do a lot better than that. You think that’s my best material? That’s just the tip of the iceberg. I keep so many inappropriate comments to myself. You’d be shocked by some of the things I have almost said to you.”

He laughs, secures the band of your bra and begins fitting it to the clasp you’d had it on—and at that precise moment Emily walks in. 

“H—woah.”

“It’s—I’m—I was helping her!” Spencer panics, immediately removing his hands from you like his palms are burning and holding them up defensively. 

“Oh, you helped me alright,” you tease, pulling your shirt back into place. 

“Don’t say it like that!” And then, to Emily, “I was changing out her bandage!”

“Changing my bandage,” you emphasize, winking more than is advisable. 

“That’s—this is a hostile work environment! I feel unsafe!” Spencer almost yells, half laughs, as he scampers towards the door. “I’m going to HR!”

“Shut up! You love it!”

His laughter audibly travels farther away for several moments as he presumably goes back down the hallway to do his actual job. 

You have the stupidest grin on your face, but you wipe it off when you notice Emily staring. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head and looking away, moving toward a stall. “You’re just… you guys are funny.”

“What do you mean funny?” You demand, standing right outside her stall as she closes it. 

“Wh—I mean funny! Are you going to listen to me pee, you weirdo?”

You frown. 

She makes a good point. 

Unfortunately, giving Hotch a more detailed statement is just as bad as you’d thought it’d be. Despite how cheery you’ve tried to remain about the whole situation, despite the way you insisted that the wound was so shallow you didn’t need more than a few days off work, despite the jokes you make about forgetting it’s even there because it’s on your back—it’s hard not to remember exactly how the glass felt twisting under your skin, how you’d felt suddenly so hot and lightheaded and sick to your stomach and the way Morgan hollered because he didn’t know how deep it had gone after you crumpled quick from shock, when you’re asked to describe it all in excruciating detail. 

It only takes ten minutes, but they seem to drag on and on and by the time you’re leaving Hotch’s office you feel utterly drained. You hurry back to your desk, covertly wiping away moisture that you refuse to allow to become tears. Once seated, and having dodged sympathetic looks and avoided any do you want to talk about its, you allow yourself a few deep breaths with your eyes shut. 

When you open them, you realize there’s a fresh cup of your favorite tea on your desk, in the Snoopy mug the team is always fighting over. Now his little black nose is covered by a square of yellow paper. You’re already smiling as you peel away the sticky note and hold it closer. 

On it is an adorably odd smiley-face, and a note in familiar, messy looping scrawl. 

I would never report you to HR beautiful

That would be a stab in the back!

You snort loudly and clap a hand to your mouth—but you’ve already drawn the attention of almost everyone in the bullpen. 

When you turn to look at Spencer, he’s not looking back. Instead, his eyes are firmly trained on his computer screen. But he’s got his chin propped on his fist over the desk, and his knuckles are doing a poor job of concealing a giant self satisfied grin. He is the only person on the team who knows you well enough to make such a distasteful joke. And he also knows you well enough to know that it would make you feel so much better after your meeting with Hotch than all the well-meaning sincerity in the world ever could.

Funny. 

Maybe that is the right word for what you two are. 

[pochaccoups]

hhu’s love languages (nsfw)

seungcheol —; biting

oh, how he loves to sink his teeth into your precious skin.

he’ll admit it—it’s a little bit (read: a lot) of a possessive thing. it’s not enough for him to have you face down, ass up, writhing underneath him as he pounds you into tomorrow. he just can’t resist from leaning over you, pressing his broad, sweat-slicked chest to your back, and clamping down on the curve of your neck with his teeth.

it doesn’t help that you say his name so pretty when he does; a breathy, high-pitched moan of two syllables—“cheollie,”—that drives him to insanity.

and it’s not just your neck that falls victim to his bite. it’s his favourite, yes—it’s easily accessible in all of your favourite positions, after all. but no part of you is safe.

when his head is between your legs, he kisses up along your calf, mouths at the fat of your thigh before you feel the soft sting of his teeth sinking into it. only then is he satisfied. only then does he give you what you want: his mouth on your pussy as he eats you out so good it leaves your entire body shaking.

when you’re sat in his lap, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat despite the way your thighs burn, his mouth finds your tits like a moth to a flame. they’re sensitive, he knows that, so he’s considerate enough to go a little easier on them, nibbling at the soft skin. he’ll still leave his mark on them, of course, only instead of bite marks he litters your chest with dark little love bites.

he loves nothing more than seeing your reaction to his dirty little habit. when you waddle off to the bathroom and leave him laying there in post-orgasm bliss, a yelp of his name has him grinning and jumping to his feet.

he finds you glaring at the mirror, with your hair a mess and your features flustered from the sight of the perfect teeth indentation on your right shoulder.

“i look like a shark attack survivor! how am i supposed to cover this?” you ask, exasperated.

and the worst thing about choi seungcheol is how hard it is to be mad at him. when he presses himself against you, snakes his arms around your waist, and drops his head to dot kisses all over the mark in question, you find yourself melting into him with an ease like it’s ingrained in you.

eventually, he speaks up, muttering his words into your skin: “don’t cover it.”

wonwoo —; hand holding

wonwoo, your sweet wonwoo. so shy that he gets flustered when you hold his hand in public.

in the dim lighting of your bedroom, though, he’s not so shy. in fact it’s you who’s flustered, your body searing hot, your head spinning from the weight of your boyfriend on top of you.

he’s got you manhandled onto your stomach, kneeling between your spread legs, fucking you like he’s trying to carve the shape of his cock into your very womb. what’s worse is the way his hands, lithe and pretty, take yours, pinning you to the mattress so he can drive his hips harder into you.

“w-wonwoo,” you sob, squeezing and grasping at the fingers that are laced with yours.

“hmm? what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he asks, practically cooing into your ear. “can’t take it?”

“i can,” you whimper, clenching around him, pressing your hips up into his thrusts. to show him.

“yeah, there you go. fuck, take my cock so good, don’t you?”

if you were to try and tell anyone that jeon wonwoo was capable of speaking like this, you’re sure they wouldn’t believe you. the wonwoo who can barely hold your hand in front of others, let alone kiss you? that wonwoo?

it’s the same wonwoo who fucks your face without remorse, who fingers you until you squirt, who eats you out until you can’t feel your legs—that wonwoo. and the best thing about him is that he’ll hold your hand through all of them, even as he abuses your poor cunt, like it’s reassurance. a touch of mercy to remind you he’s still your boyfriend who loves you so much even if he fucks you like an ex.

after all, he is a romantic. what’s more romantic than your pretty boyfriend holding your hands when he’s fucking your brains out?

mingyu —; choking

it may or may not be his habit of playfully grabbing his members by their neck that floods your mind with the idea of being in their place.

you’ve always had a thing for mingyu’s hands, even before you’d started dating him. the sheer size of them, the thickness of his fingers—all of it would have you squeezing your thighs together at just the thought of what he could use them for. (to make you see heaven and above, as you came to find out).

but mingyu is a gentleman in the most literal sense of the word. he’s big, he’s strong, and he compensates for that by treating you like glass. not that he doesn’t fuck you hard when you ask, but putting his hands around your neck is not something that even enters his mind. he’d let himself be struck dead before he’d use his strength to harm you.

fortunately, you’re good at getting your way with him—especially when he’s got his dick buried inside you. every last shred of his rationality goes straight out the window the moment he feels the hot, wet embrace of your pussy around him.

he grabs at your hips, your thighs, your tits; his fingers cling to every inch of your skin to keep himself from falling over the edge of insanity because you’re so fucking tight around him that it’s dizzying.

“gyu,” you moan, and he’s alert in an instant, like a dog called on by its owner, ready for his next command. “choke me?”

his thrusts falter and his features are questioning, yet you don’t miss the way his cock throbs against your walls at your words.

“baby, i don’t know if i should-”

“please, gyu?” you plead, gazing up at him, tightening your thighs where they’re wrapped around your waist. “for me?”

and kim mingyu is many things, but tenacious is not one of them.

when it comes to you he’s hopeless, nothing but a weak fool in love. it’s why he doesn’t stop you when you take him by his wrist and guide his giant hand to sit just above your clavicle. you don’t make him squeeze or anything, you leave that up to him. you just want him to see it, to feel it. to get a glimpse into the fantasy you’ve been keeping from him.

his hips slow, his eyes darkening as he gazes down at you with an affection you’ve never seen from him. gently, his fingers, which almost wrap around the entire circumference of your neck, start to press. it’s barely enough pressure to tickle, but fuck, it’s so hot it sends your eyes rolling back.

suddenly mingyu gets it. adrenaline flushes through his body and goes straight to his cock—it’s a sight he wants etched into his brain forever. your eyes hazy, a tiny, content smile on your kiss-swollen lips, his massive hand gripping your neck as he fucks you with a new kind of fervour. he gets it, and he can’t believe he didn’t get it sooner.

you can see it clearly—how, in just a matter of time, he’ll have his forehead pressed to yours, his cock grazing the spot that has you seeing stars over and over while his hand cuts off your airflow, choking you hard, the way you’ve always wanted.

vernon —; spitting

is it cliche and predictable to assign him this? maybe. but what if he’s not the one doing the spitting?

he’s a little bit obsessed with letting you do what you want with him. it’s not a dom or sub thing—vernon’s an easygoing guy in all aspects of life, and if you feel like sitting in his lap and making out with him until you’re both gasping for air, the last thing he’ll do is complain.

his favourite thing of all is when you ride him. fuck, everything about you is mesmerising; the way you grind your hips over his cock so expertly, the way you brace your hands against his chest, letting your nails rake into his skin ever so often, the way your head tips backwards and your moans spill out in the sweetest song.

vernon gazes up at you like you put the stars in the sky, like you brought about life itself, like he can’t believe he’s the one who gets to see you like this. his eyes, dark, round, and glimmering, are a picture of how enamoured he is with you. he has no idea how crazy it drives you.

it’s natural the way your hand reaches for his cheek, the way your thumb moves to glide over his lips, soft and puffy. vernon falls in love for the millionth time when you dip it inside his mouth, push it gently against his tongue, gathering up his spit on the tip of your finger. it makes his dick jump to be at your mercy like this. his hips buck up into yours, desperate to drive himself even deeper into the addictive heat of your cunt.

you press his mouth open, just slightly, just enough, and lean forward. a pearl of your saliva, of you, lands in the centre of his tongue, and he doesn’t have time to swallow it before your mouth finds his, kissing him with greed. it’s messy—lips smacking, your moans mingling with his, but the thing about vernon is that you cannot get enough of him. even though he’s inside you and you’re skin to skin with and your mouths are connected.

you pull away, your grin cat-like, your attention shifting back to the stretch of his cock as you bounce up and down him with a newfound desperation.

“god, you’re hot,” he whispers, his own lips quirking into a fucked-out smile.

“yeah? you like it when i spit in your mouth, hansollie? so dirty,” you reply.

he doesn’t last much longer after that.

[syluss-littlecrow]

Hi there, I dunno of you take requests but I'd like to request Sylus with MC who's love language is biting. And MC would also totally leave marks. And Sylus would think of his own payback for her everytime.

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<sylus x fem!reader>

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, biting kink, backshots, pussy eating, breeding kink, size kink

w/c: 1.2K

a/n: thank you for my very first fic request here ❤️ sylus is definitely a biter (his little fangs!!) just wanna say I have plenty of skin for him to take a chomp off 😛

Sylus stares at the mirror, specifically staring down at the whole garden of love bites you’ve planted him with. He knows you’ve been biting him when he’s fucking you, but he doesn’t realise how much you’ve been taking bites out of him like he’s strawberry shortcake. 

Well, not that he minded. The thought of you thinking of marking him as yours secretly makes his heart flutter.

So he should return the favour, right?

Sylus takes in the scent of his shampoo on you, his eyes screwed shut as slowly breaths pull out of him. His palm is warm against the small of your back. You smell so fucking good just filled of him. It reminds him that you’re his. 

And even with his cock sheathed deep inside of you right now, he still thinks this isn’t enough. 

While swimming in his thoughts, he feels a sharp pain scatter on his shoulder blade. It barely lasts before it switches to pleasure when he realises that you’re biting onto his skin again. 

“Sweetie, aren’t you enjoying this too much?”, his low groans sending goosebumps across your skin. 

His fingers brush your hair away, his attention aimed on your neck, before he latches his lips, then his teeth, testing your pain threshold, ready to release at any sign of discomfort that you give. 

But a soft moan and your pussy tightening against his cock is what you return him. And Sylus can’t help but sink his teeth a little deeper while he forces you to fuck his cock. 

Your lewd cries grow louder whenever you lift yourself off his cock and impale yourself once more, and your lips have completely left his skin. 

Sylus presses his lips on your chest, cupping both tits with his large and slender fingers, pinching your nipples, all while grazing his teeth and licking your tits. It drives you nuts, and he figures that from the way cream is just coating his dick while he makes you ride him. 

He nibbles against the soft skin of your breast, then sucking the tender flesh, making sure he sees a soft bruise bloom on your chest. And he repeats it, over and over again, until you completely come undone on his dick, your pussy fluttering and leaking all over him, and your thighs shaking from being forced to cum all over his thick cock. 

He pauses to look up at you. His hand now is at the nape of your neck. 

“Did you cum all over my dick?” He asks, watching you nod your head shakily, the remnants of your orgasm still lingering in your spent pussy. 

Your mind is still hazy, but you still answer him, “yeah.”

“Good girl”, he chuckles. “But we’re not done yet.”

Sylus lifts you off him, and he’s already missing your warm tightness. Nonetheless, he has other plans. He can be patient. 

With much ease, consisting of a whole lot of using his Evol, you’re settled with his face between your legs. 

You’re about to protest about him not cumming yet, but when his tongue flicks against your wet clit, your mind shuts off, leaving behind trails of cries from overstimulation.

He switches between fucking his tongue into your pussy and then trailing his lips to the soft and thick flesh of your inner thighs—his actual target. 

You jolt at the sensation of his teeth grazing against your flesh again, a nice wave of slick slowly spilling out of your pathetic hole. 

Sylus makes sure he’s had his fill, and that’s filling your thighs with his bite marks and love bites until he’s satisfied. 

“Dirty kitten, getting off from being bitten, hmm?” The male in between your legs teases. He only receives a whine in response. 

Sylus quickly realises why you enjoy marking him so much—he wants to mark you all over as his too. He could get hooked onto this. 

He doesn’t forget to switch to the other side, sending your mind into an overstimulated frenzy when it’s as if he’s ready to have you for his next meal. 

Bruises and bite marks slowly fill up the empty spaces of your skin, with Sylus enjoying your sobs while your pussy only grows wetter from the sting. 

“Sylus, I’m sensitive-“, you whimper, your hands messing up his pale locks. Sylus casts you. an amused expression before he decides to have mercy on you, and pulls away. Sylus shifts to meet your eye level, pulling you into a dizzy kiss. 

His palms slide down your body, he leans into you, but he doesn’t press his weight onto you. 

“Turn around for me, kitten.” His whispers, and you do, soft gasps leaving your lips when you arch your back against him, feeling his thick cock rest against your creamy folds. 

“That’s it”, he encourages with praise, his hand adjusting his cock to line up right to your pulsing cunt before he pushes himself in, stuffing you full with a strained groan. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

He hears your quiet whimpers, and this time, he presses his body weight onto you. His fingers lift your chin up so you’re forced to face Sylus from the side. 

When he pulls out and thrusts into you from behind, it makes your thighs tremble from the sheer pleasure. 

The pace he’s setting is making you see stars, and when his lips are on your shoulder once more and he’s sinking his teeth into your skin, you’re losing it. 

You can barely keep your eyes open, your body completely submitting to the pleasure that Sylus is sinking you in. 

“Does this feel good, kitten?” He asks while another smack echoes in his room, his cock railed into you for the nth time.

Attempts to process his words are futile, especially not when he’s fucking your thoughts out of you. 

“So good. So fucking amazing”, you’re borderline sobbing, unintentionally pushing yourself back to make sure he’s making you full to the brim from every stroke 

While he’s drowning you in pleasure, Sylus makes sure he leaves a couple of marks down your neck to the best of his abilities. 

“I’m gonna cum”, your strained voice catches his attention, along with the way your pussy is squeezing Sylus’s dick. He groans at the sensation, his thrusts growing more heavy and desperate. Undoubtedly, you feel like fucking heaven on his cock. 

And when he feels you let go on his cock, his grip around on your neck tightens. He’s definitely not lasting any longer. Not when you’re luring him down with you like this. He wants so badly to ruin you, bring you down with him, mark every bare skin of yours possible.

So he does.

Sylus makes sure his final bite for the night blooms a gorgeous shade of wine on your bare skin, while his cum fills you up all the way, enjoying the way you’re shaking and whining. 

The corner of Sylus’s lips curl into a smirk while he watches you slowly drift into your slumber, your body inching close to him to catch his warmth. His gaze trails down to your chest, admiring his work of art—his bites imprinted across your neck, shoulders, chest, and especially around your nipples. He knows he’s ready for a scolding if you find out, but Sylus gets it now—there’s nothing more beautiful and satisfying as reminding you that you belong to him.