#deep pleasure?🤨

[plzsnz]

the idea of someone laying on top of me & having to sneeze so i can feel their stomach waver and their breath against my neck😡😡

[pinkmelodie]

König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣

Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧

Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.

“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.

You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.

He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.

He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard. 

So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

🧠🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱🧠

(This one ran away with me, whoops)

Batboy_Kas: Um ... dude, what? 🤨

This is the dm that greets Steve when he pulls his phone from his back pocket to check his Instagram. One confused frown, some scrolling, and one near-heart-attack later, he concludes that he forgot to lock his screen when he put the phone away earlier.

Which caused him to somehow end up on this random stranger's profile.

And go to his DMs.

And send him a GIF.

Not just any GIF. One of a grotesquely round and jiggly, animated ass. There's a text beneath the GIF. It reads: 2iggnag lg9gajdgka hfhdgjy.

"Aw, fuck!" Steve swears, neck prickling with heat as he types his reply.

Steve_Hairington: Shit, sorry. My ass typed that 😅

Batboy_Kas: Fitting choice of gif 🍑

Steve_Hairington: Yeah I guess

Batboy_Kas: You could say it's a ... smart ass

Steve snorts a laugh. What a dork! He's still debating if he should reply or leave it at that when Batboy_Kas sends his next message.

Batboy_Kas: So ... not even the tiniest chance you were flirting with me?

Steve_Hairington: Sorry dude. I prefer my men-

(He pauses to squint at the guy's profile pic. A cute little cartoon bat.)

-a little more human-shaped.

Batboy_Kas: Hey! That's just bc you've never had a creature of the night b4 🦇😉

Steve_Hairington: 🤣🤣🤣 Nice try, bat boy!

They end up texting (and flirting) regularly. Kas - named after some vampire dude from that dungeons and dipshits game Dustin enjoys - is a huge fantasy and music nerd, can keep up a string of banter for hours, and his dms quickly become the highlight of Steve’s days.

He knows better than to meet random faceless and nameless strangers from the internet, he really does. But when Kas says he's in town for work some two months later, Steve is a bit embarrassed at how fast he agrees to a date.

Kas doesn't really beat the vampire allegations when he shows up at their meeting point, skittish and nervous, clad in an oversized Metallica hoodie, drawn all the way over his head inspite of the sunny weather, dark shades obscuring his eyes.

He's cute, though. Sweet and almost shy without the distance and a screen between them, but still with that quick wit and edgy sense of humor Steve has come to like so much. A deep, rich voice that makes something inside Steve’s belly tingle, a hint of dark curls spilling out from his hood, and strong, calloused hands covered in rings, the edges of black tattoos disappearing into his sleeves. It makes Steve wanna take the stupid hoodie off him so that he can see all of him.

Which is exactly what he does when they take it to Kas's hotel room later that night. And God, the man is gorgeous. Dark, messy curls framing a pair of insanely dark brown eyes and the poutiest lips Steve has ever had the pleasure of kissing. An intricate web of tattoos that are just begging to be traced with his tongue.

Later, when they're lying together in an exhausted tangle of naked limbs and sweaty sheets, Steve snaps a photo and saves it as his phone background. He doesn't think much of it.

Until a week later, when Dustin opens his phone to read out a message while Steve is driving and starts shrieking so loudly they almost crash into a tree, bc why the fuck does Steve have a selfie of himself and Eddie Munson - frontman of the world famous metal band Corroded Coffin - on his phone and are you both naked, Steve???

Tagging some friends to share a brainworm of their own:

@cuips-not-cute @steddiecameraroll @postmodernau @oh-stars @steddie-island

@wynnyfryd @pennyplainknits @medusapelagia @hotluncheddie @sidekick-hero

[lyneira]

♡ an accidental kiss?! that's so cliche 💋 ♡

-> reaching over to grab something behind them, your footing slips, causing you to fall forward and accidentally kiss them. How would they react?

lyneira's 1.2k milestone event

Confesses to you

Kaveh, Baizhu, Dainsleif, Cyno, Zhongli, Alhaitham

They'd seem less shocked than you'd thought they'd be. If you only knew how they felt for you, then this wouldn't be much of a surprise. They've been wanting to kiss you for the longest time after all. So, he'd decide to take this opportunity to finally let you know.

When you break away from his lips, trying to apologize, he'll quickly grab your hand before you can increase the distance between yourselves any further, silencing you and causing you to look at him directly in the eyes. The look he had in them was one you've never seen before: so sultry, so intense, and full of desire. And if you tried to look away, he'd whisper huskily, "Y/n...look at me", gently grabbing you by your chin to turn your face towards him. "I love you, you know that? ...and If you feel the same way, would you give me the pleasure of tasting your lips once more?"

Asks if you're okay

Kazuha, Tighnari, Ayato, Albedo

Their first reaction is to ask if you're okay. I think they'd be more concerned about your clumsiness during the moment, wanting to make sure that you didn't hurt yourself falling onto him like that. It would nearly seem as if the kiss didn't mean much to them, but oh honey, it meant a lot.

Afterwards, they'd keep glancing at your lips, recalling how they felt and tasted for the first time. Your lips were as sweet as he thought they'd be. He'd also wonder if you enjoyed the kiss too, because although the kiss was quick and on accident, he sure did.

They'll be as red as a tomato

Itto, Thoma, Gorou

You would surprise and fluster them enormously when your lips fall onto theirs that they'd go all red. Even when you break away from the kiss, they'd be like a deer in headlights, eyes widened and mouth still hanging open. They'd just be so overwhelmed by this sudden type of contact from you, the one whom they've been yearning for. It's not unwanted contact at all. Heck, he's wanted this so badly. Now that the moment finally came and had shocked him like this, he's just at a loss for words.

If you offer to give him a real, intentional kiss, then he’ll grow even redder, and will manage to whisper a small, "y-yes, please...I would like that", voice cracking a bit

Tells you to be more careful

Diluc, Xiao, Kaeya, Scaramouche

After you two part lips, he'd mutter a soft, "Hey, be careful", while covering his mouth with the back of his hand. You might think that he was annoyed by the way his brows were slightly furrowed, but that deep blush that was currently staining his cheeks said something different. Sure, he tells you to be careful, but if your clumsiness resulted in you kissing him, then really, he wouldn't mind if you were this clumsy around him more often.

Takes it lightly

Venti, Heizou, Childe

They'd honestly laugh it off and joke a bit about it like, "Wow, that just happened! ...You didn't do that on purpose did you? 🤨🤭". Yet, at the same time, he'd be "unintentionally" flirtatious about it as well, cupping your cheek and lightly sliding his thumb across your bottom lip, "You have soft lips, y/n. Very kissable", he'd grin. "What did you think of mine? If you don't remember, we could always try kissing again", he'd then wink at you

Bonus:

Would deepen the kiss

Alhaitham, Ayato, Dainsleif, Heizou, Childe

This category is the most similar to the first one.

These are the guys who would have the guts too hold you by the shoulders and deepen this kiss, savoring the taste of your lips. Most of them are the types who have gotten tired of holding in their feelings for so long that they take this chance to finally release that tension. So if you didn't know that he liked you before, then now you do. He'll enjoy seeing the flustered look on your face when you two part lips afterwards.

Buuuuut if you reciprocate his fervor? He'll be even more motivated to give it back tenfold and will completely devour your lips. He'd give you barely any time to breathe in between kisses that both of you will be panting by the end of your steamy makeout session.

a/n: I feel like some of the dialogue was kinda ooc here and there but I'm feeling all sappy and romantic today so imma just roll with it lol

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[nrdmssgs]

Idk bout you but like hear me out on helping nikto get dressed like securing the man to go on a mission while you stay behind on base yk like helping him wear his gear and kissing his mask I mean what who said that? 🤨

Masterlist

Oh love, in this house kissing your man's mask is a must.

You two don't share many words. You - because you were never a particularly chatty type. Nikto for his part tries to keep his voices to himself, and any conversation would mean another chance to spit out too much.

Yet the connection between you two is obvious. It grows inevitably as you learn your ways around each other. Tread carefully, observe, memorize, analyze.

You don't need to ask him, when does his scarred face burn and itch. You already remember: it happens before the big operations. Nikto stirs himself up weeks prior to that, exercises more than usual, loses his usual appetite, barely sleeps. There is a certain cost to his extraordinary performance on a battlefield, and this is it. The last hours before the mission, he is so pent-up, his nerves eat him alive. It's when his old scars begin to hurt and torture Nikto. He clenches his teeth and hides his eyes from you.

You saw him trying his usual meds and salves before. But the pain is all in his mind, so nothing can fix it. Or so he thought before you touched him for the first time.

It feels as if you knew, where to press to relieve the tension. At first Nikto turns away, avoiding showing you the disfigured part, although this is almost meaningless since deep scars cross him from cheek to cheek, from lips to the forehead. Little by little he succumbs to your touch, leans in and buries his face in your hands.

He craves your touch. There are just not enough words to express it yet.

There is a small spot nestled between his upper vertebrae. You recall that if you press into it with your thumbs just so, he will groan and tilt his head back, murmuring soft, appreciative obscenities as you relieve the pressure on the nerve.

It sends him somewhere deep into the safety and tranquility. Nikto knew hands that could gift him pleasures before yours, but only you can bring him into another state of mind.

All because you don't treat him mechanically as one would treat a random lover. You observe. You learn.

You have meticulously learned how he prefers to wrap his arms, from his knuckles to midway up his elbow: the precise spots where he folds and knots the banding, and where he carefully tucks the ends to prevent them from coming loose during firing or fighting. Given the severe damage to the skin on his arms, he cannot endure the constant abrasion of coarse textiles. This knowledge, acquired through careful observation, surprises him now as you kneel and gently take the banding from his fingers, setting to the task with practiced precision. He watches you in silent awe. How is it possible to be this perfect? How are you this close to him, even though not in his embrace?

Nikto takes on his balaclava and the hood with straps, meanwhile you touch your fingers against a mask, lying on a bench next to him. He doesn't like it, when you take it. Not because he doesn't trust you - he would rip his own heart out and give to you, no questions asked, should you asked him to. But there are faces, grins, whines, laughter, screams, voices behind this mask. All the ugly, grim things, he tries to keep away from you.

When your soft lips press against the scratched black surface of its forehead, Nikto frowns. A hideous grimace of plastic and metal, yet you kiss it?

He remains quiet until you hand it to him. Only then he breaks the silence.

"Because it's prettier than me?"

You help him fasten all the belts and answer. Your words pass his ears and settle straight into his heart.

A relief. A tight lump growing in his throat. A warmth pulsing deep.

"Because it's a part of you."

[hitomisuzuya]

Archon scara and brat taming omg 😞

Like we're a thief who wanted to steal something from him and he caught us so he started fucking us roughly 🤨⁉️

Archon! Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Brat teaming. Degradation. Fingering. Creampie.

Archon Scara is just 😳😌 This man would enjoy the hell out of brat taming.

You had been so close, the pretty cup the Electro Archon always drank bitter tea from was within your grasp. The smooth service of the table in his office was pressed against your cheek, the tea cup blurry and just barely out of your reach on the floor next to it.

"Nobody would possibly send a wet behind the ears thief to try and steal something from me," Scaramouche taunted, licking his lips as your cunt soaked the two fingers he was plunging in and out of you, "you came here on your accord, didn't you?" He hooked his fingers into your sweet spot, keening a loud moan from you.

"I..I just.." He scissored your walls apart, making you claw at his desk as pleasure numbed your brain. You could only moan for a few moments before struggling to find words again, "wanted.. something..your fingers had been.."

Scaramouche laughed as you stumbled with your words, barely able to say "around" as his fingers nudged roughly into your sweet spot again. "And now you have them fucking into your slutty hole instead," He teased a third finger at your entrance before withdrawing them to pinch and rub your throbbing clit.

He'd been building up your orgasm agonizingly slow despite the rough pace of his fingers. You pushed your hips back, earning you a wet smack on your clit. "Can I.." You gasped, mewling in bliss, "still have the teacup?" You didn't even know what you were saying.

This earned you a harsher smack on your ass. "You brat," He snapped, pinching your clit before abruptly turning you over onto you back. "I caught you red handed and you still have to audacity to ask if you can take a silly tea cup," As sweet as it would've been to take you from behind, he wanted to watch your fucked out expressions while you fell apart on his cock.

He plunged three fingers back inside of you, your walls immediately snapping tight around them. "Fuck, are you going to feel this tight on my cock?" He groaned, shuddering as it throbbed.

"Please..please..wanna cum.." You whimpered, whining in protest when his fingers abruptly left your messy hole.

"Do you think thieving sluts deserve to even beg to cum?" Scaramouche batted your legs apart, pressing the leaking head of his cock against your clit. You grinded eagerly against it, whimpering with need. "What a whore," He drug his cock between your folds, coating it in your slick as he prodded it against your clit, "perhaps you'd like to cum on this instead," He pushed the tip inside of you, hissing as you clenched around it.

You yelped as Scaramouche grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking your head up to press a harsh kiss on your lips. "I think I'll keep you, as my personal pet and fuck toy. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He purred as he sheathed his cock inside of you all at once.

He was going to make you scream that you would. The way you leaned up, shaking from bliss to lick at his mouth submissively sent him reeling. You felt nothing short of divine clenching wet and warm on his cock.

His hips smacked into yours, driving his cock as deep into you as he could. Each rough thrust threatened to push you over the end, his hands grasping your hips tighter as you twitched and struggled to rock your hips to meet his thrusts.

Scaramouche laughed and flicked your forehead. "Ha, too fucked dumb to answer your new Master," He cooed condescendingly, rubbing slow circles on your clit. You responded with a scream of pleasure, creaming hard on his cock.

"Take it all, every last bit," He groaned, shaking as his cock throbbed cum inside of you, pulling out to watch it seep from your hole.

[vmbrq]

MINORS DNI ; cnc (breeding?), afab/fem reader

just bc @/hyeyulove said they missed my ethan writing.

giggling rn because being in a relationship with deranged, ghostface ethan landry would be one hell of an experience on its own, but the day you let him fuck you without a condom is the day you can kiss your autonomy GOODBYE LMAOOO that man will NEVER leave you alone. he's already attached to you as is, so you think you can expose him to raw sex with FEELINGS and live the rest of your life in peace? that's actually really funny.

he'll be so needy—pawing at you, pressing up against you, languidly smoothing his hands over your waist and thighs, sheepishly commenting on how good you smell or look, anything to lure you into fulfilling his wishes. even if it's just you sitting on his cock and not moving while you two watch a movie or him teasing only the tip into your cunt, he just wants to feel you. he'd be addicted to how fucking warm and wet you feel without the latex barrier, groaning at how clearly he can feel every twitch and pulse of your walls, his breath hitching as you let him hold you by the hips and slowly guide you up and down along the length of his cock, on the verge of trembling when he clutches you tightly and empties his balls inside you for the second time.

and god forbid you ask him to pull out in the middle of him drilling into you. you're so overwhelmed, crying out and drunk on pleasure, babbling for him to pull out! since it's the only thing you can remember to do. but sometimes, ethan can be so mean when he's in charge. he'd loom over you, eyes wild and dark, lips pulled back into a mocking grin, and laugh. you think you have a chance at deterring him? that's cute. he'd take your moment of bewilderment as you stare up at him with wide eyes to hook his hands under your knees and fold your lower half up and into a mating press.

you don't have a snowball's chance in hell at pushing him off. he's far too heavy, too strong, and he'll reinforce your lack of control by leaning his weight on you to keep you pinned helplessly in place. all you can do is moan and whine and wince, embarrassed, at the obscene squelch of his cock bullying its way deep inside your sticky, overstimulated cunt and the slap of his heavy balls against your pelvis. but as overstimulated as you are, you don’t dislike it. he knows you don’t. if you did, your cunt wouldn’t be squeezing around his cock to keep him inside every time his hips pulled back a bit further than usual. you’re like an open book. he knows you by now.

on another note, the amount of text messages he sends you will increase in general, and if you don't reply within the time frame he deems acceptable, he'll start blowing up your phone. you'll wake up from a long nap, disoriented and not even remembering who the hell you are, and find several missed calls and texts from him as well as your man HIMSELF standing outside your bedroom window.

and those little couples pranks you see on tiktok, the one especially that's like "texting my bf he's gone, you can come over now?" yeah, you can't do that LMAOOO that man is INSANE. you remember how strong he was in that apartment scene where he was terrorizing the core four? HELL nah. you can damn near hear his car tires screech from down the STREET as he swerves around and heads back to you. in his brain, oh, so you think you can just be handing out pussy that good all willy nilly? 🤨 yeah okay. i know that the way he tried to kick in that bedroom door had y'all feeling something, bc me too.

he wouldn't try to kick it down immediately, but he'd stand out there seething, jaw locked, knocking on the door a little harder than normal, fighting to keep his voice even so he won't scare you out of letting him in. but his patience would dwindle rapidly. his behavior would be erratic, switching between pleading and persuasion and guilt-tripping and banging on the door and yelling so quickly you can barely keep up. babe you are playing with your LIFE😭 that pussy got him in a chokehold, and he'll be damned if anyone even gets the opportunity.

[astrologydayz]

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES🔞👅🫦 - SYNASTRY2

Lust conjunct Pluto = Lust is turned on by Pluto's power/how dark they seem & by how much dept they seem 2 carry ("bad boy/bad girl image"). Pluto can go through/have went through crazy experiences/transformations, that Lust is sexually attracted 2! Especially bc of the way Pluto goes about these experiences/transformations. How they "handle/handled em". Lust can get obsessed with Pluto&the sexual intimacy they bring, (bdsm) is 100% an option here. Dom&Sub, but a little more on the "darker"side. Lust likes it 90% of the time, a conjunction can go both ways!🖤

Lust square Pluto = Lust can feel at conflict here - Pluto can be 2 rough on Lust person, or with the things they want2 do 2 Lust person. Lust can keep quiet about this tho, and suddenly blow up, when they've had "enough". Lust can say yes 2things, because of Pluto's persuasion abilities. IF Lust's Pluto is afflicted by inner planets in their own chart = It can be the complete opposite! Like, Lust is REALLY turned on by the things that the Pluto person does 2 them! Especially the aggressiveness from Pluto, &Pluto taking "control" over them𓀏.

Lust opposite Pluto = Lust is turned on by how different the Pluto person shows their "dark sides". Pluto wanting 2 show who's boss, & Lust wanting 2 overpower Pluto - they both fight for who's in charge&the lust person fucking loves that shit. Lust can tell Pluto "NO😌" here, & Pluto finds that hella sexy. Especially bc he's used to getting getting what he wants - how & when he wants it. Pluto won't let Lust have their desires fulfilled, until they do as they're "told" - games = a big thing here. Lust asteroid - 4386

Mars conjunct Pholus asteroid - 5145) will cause the Pholus person 2 blow up Mars persons sexual desires/attraction towards Pholus. Pholus can be the hottest thing alive 2Mars person. They 9/10 times haven't felt an attraction towards anyone, that deep before. Could also be 2 intense with the conjunction sometimes - Mars person feeling crazy 4 feeling like that - "wanting/thinking about Pholus 2 much sexually. Mars person can, or can not control themselves depending on how their Mars is aspected in their own chart👀.

🫦🤨 Mars conjunct Fast asteroid - 27719) causes the asteroid person 2 be sexually attracted 2 Mars person, fast. Asteroid person wants 2 start a sexual relationship with Mars person. Mars could be aware/or not aware at all, about the sexual attraction that the asteroid person has4them, it depends on the asteroid persons natal chart - how forward/direct they are in their approach🚒🚜.

🏊 Eros - 433) conjunct/trine Mercury = Eros is crazyyyy attracted 2 the Mercury persons voice/hands - fingers/arms & mind. Eros can get off just by how Mercury person touches them/how they talk/sound/moans like/how they use their mouth/just by hearing what the Mercury person thinks about🗣🧏. Mercury knows how 2 turn Eros on by using their erotic language&Good hand/finger - or mouth work.

Mercury conjunct ☌/trine Δ asteroid "Cumming" - 14348) shows us that all the Mercury person needs2do2make the asteroid person cum is by dirty talk/them "whispering all the nasty thoughts they have about the asteroid person" - "sweet nothings in their ear2"👄👄. Hand/finger & mouth work is perfect for the Mercury person 2 make the asteroid person cum. It can even show us that the Mercury person "voice controls" when the asteroid person is allowed2cum🍆🍑����.

Asteroid "Close" - 54902) conjunct ☌/trine Δ Mars can show that the asteroid person started 2 feel a close bond 2Mars the moment they started a sexual relationship❤️.

Mars conjunct ☌ Born asteroid - 13954) can literally show that the "Born person" didn't have any kind of sex life, ever/or for years) before they met Mars! - Mars "helps/guides" the asteroid person - when it comes2 sex, self pleasure, sexual stamina, sexual desires etc. The Born person usually experiences a "rebirth” moment, after starting a sexual relationship with Mars. A man's dick/lust asteroid - 17458) - 4386 conjunct ☌ a woman's BML causes the man2 be very sexually attracted2/turned on by the woman bc she defies him/she's the one in control - won't let him take charge🫦👅👋🧏😩🥰. She could even reject him at 1st, & he would be even MORE determined2hit💀. She won't make it “EASY"🤣.

Mars conjunct Mars will cause a demanding sexual attraction that none of them can go against🤤🤤. They have the same sexual drive, same desires, same sexual movements, & they know how 2 please one another👅👅. U don't feel a sense of "awkwardness", cuz u do the same things - Look at Mars sign (Scorpio - U both get off on how much the connection involves (depth, "dark sexual attraction", "sneaky"/secret moves, and not "in your face energy". Example - like not going all in when u meet/met in front of everyone, but more secretive & thought out. Look at house/s/sign/s 2c how this conjunction plays out. Someone's Black Moon Lilith conjunct your ASC means that u find the Lilith person VERY SEXUALLY attractive& tempting!! bc of something taboo, age difference, different cultures/skin color). Lilith turns u on with how they just don't give zero fucks, & with "how sexy"/out there/in yo face" they r. (in your eyes, at least). Can also cause complete disgust - Bml), if u haven't dealt w your "shadow self" yet😤.

Venus conjunct Pluto causes the Pluto person 2 push Venus persons sexual boundaries, all the time. (doesn't have 2 be bad). Pluto knows that no one can satisfy Venus, like they can, and have no trouble withholding sex if Venus won't listen. Venus doesn't complain tho, they love 2 be dominated/kept in "check"⛓. "Can't stop thinking about the other person", "Subconscious need to be/feel close" sexually. Venus square Pluto = Pluto is obsessed because they CAN'T control Venus🤌. Venus will give other people attention (sexual attention, or platonic) 2 make Pluto more aroused, and jealous. Pluto can't catch Venus but they're still both madly attracted 2 each other!! Pluto puts a label on Venus (she/he belongs 2 me), but Venus ain't having it. They fight all day, but makes love all night❤️‍🔥💋. REPEAT. Venus opposite Pluto makes the Pluto person way more "advanced" when it comes 2 mind games, and how they can gain the things they want from Venus. (Sexual intensions, or Pluto just wanting 2 "play games"). They'll both feel very attracted 2 each other at first but Pluto can get bored after a while, and Venus won't feel the same kind of attraction from Pluto, so they'll seek it from somebody else, (sexual or platonic attention)🫰🫰.

Asteroid "Lysistrata" - 897) can show how the asteroid person is using the other person for their own sexual pleasures. Can also show manipulation through sex/"romance" 🙆‍♀️🤌🤌. IT CAN ALSO SHOW WITHHOLDING SEX.

Asteroid "Hard" - 28077) can show how you get your partner hard/wet💦💦, or how they make your life hard, literally🤣🤣🫠.

Asteroid "Paine" - 5188) can also be used in synastry regarding sex😵‍💫😮‍💨. The asteroid person is the one who experiences the pain, while the other one inflicts it onto them🩸⛓📸🔞.

REPOST OF SOME POSTS FROM MY OLD BLOG/NEW COMMENTS!💋

THANKS4READING LOVE!! I appreciate u, always💖

[deathbxnny]

Yayyy, req time babyyy!

Time for another entry into the "Mother of the House of Hearth" series! (Also, since I’ve be sending you all these Arle requests the last couple req periods around, could I go by X Anon?)

Now, I first wanted to say that I loved what you did with my last req. I have had the displeasure of reading of "meh" angst in my long time as a member of the fanfic community, and you are absolutely NOT one of them, you really know how to tug at the heartstrings. You got me in death grip here 🥺.

Now, onto the request itself. The scenario here is going to be much more wholesome.... I hope 🤨

So, following the events of part 2, things have mellowed out. Kids aren't dropping dead left-right-and-center (plenty still return from missions with some gnarly injuries, but so far none have been sent to Celestia because of them), and so to hopefully take her wife's mind off the painful events of the previous months, Arle invites her to come along with to banquet being held by the Tsaritsa. She hesitates, worrying about what could transpire at the House in her absence. But with some encouragement from the children she's eventually convinced to go.

As for events at the party? Well I'll leave those details up to you mostly. One idea I had was Arlecchino stepping away for a moment to grab drinks, and returning just in time to see her wife judo-flipping some nobleman who decided to get a bit too handsy with her (+may or may not have said some things that were VERY disrespectful about Arle and the kids).

(Part one) (Part two) (Part four) (Part five)

Thank you so much for the request and your kind words, dear X Anon!! It means alot to hear that from you, especially as I'm usually very insecure when it comes to my angst writing abilities lmao. With that said, I had a different idea of my own regarding who approaches our dear reader, so I hope you'll like it, X Anon!!<33

Content: Angst ofc, female wife reader, mentions of the past Mother of the Hearth house, vague mentions of child experimentation, Dottore is his own massive warning, alcohol/drinking, threats of violence(?), sfw

Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

Warm red wine with a side of cold ice. (Arlecchino x Fem!Reader)

"I must say... I didn't expect the Mother of the house of Hearth to grace us with her wonderful presence tonight... Ah, does it bring back memories..."

You say nothing initially, head half buried in your wife's white coat, face flushed from the cold and icy weather of the motherland you worked for. In your left hand, you swirled a glass of red wine elegantly, it's warmth that spread through your body with every sip mellowing out your nerves and exhausted temper. The golden band on your finger glinted in the dim lights of the extravagant party inside the ballroom, one you had attempted to escape by exiting to the grand balconies of the palace alone.

But akin to a shadow that immediately appears in the absence of light blocked by your form, he too found his place next to you slyly. Always the one to wait for the right moment, he now stands next to you with a knowing and cruel smile.

Your somber gaze twitches at his words, but that's the most you'll give him.

"It is... a pleasure to see you again as well, Doctor."

Your words were free from any malice or disdain, yet you refused to look at him as you spoke, a blatant sign that his presence perhaps bothered you after all. His sharp grin widened, his hand reaching out to hold onto the railing as he let out a theatrically deep sigh. "I must say, this... event is quite dreary, no? Certainly not a suitable place for a woman like you." "Do you view me as weak, Doctor?" "Struck a nerve?" You bit your tongue, eyes closing in hopes of him just simply disappearing once you reopened them. But it was futile.

You knew what he was doing, the memory of a long forgotten and pushed away past with you and your wife's deceased "Mother" and her atrocities forever burned in the forefront of your mind. It didn't matter how many years went by. You'll forever remember the screams of your fellow peers, as they were dragged away by the Fatui agents to their assured doom at the Doctors hands.

No one ever spoke of it, perhaps out of fear or disbelief of it being true and them being next. But ultimately... you were all the truth was hard to hide, when the man himself often voiced his irritation to the deal being off to you, the new Mother of the house. One so different from the old one that he fancied a little more.

You took a sip of your wine, attempting to wash away the memories with another wave of warmth, as you lightly cursed your wife's name for bringing you here. Staying home would've been alot more preferable, and usually, you'd do exactly that, never the type to leave your children unattended for long. But after some convincing from your dearest young one's, you now found yourself in this less enjoyable predicament, your wife having been swept away by the crowd of Fatui pioneers and Harbinger colleagues alike.

You couldn't fully blame her, however, not when the monster disguised in human flesh was the main reason for tonight's plight in the first place. You felt sick when you glanced up at him at last.

"Not at all... it was simply a question." You couldn't see his eyes from beyond the mask, but you could imagine the mischievous glint in them. And you knew better to think that he was just here for some small talk. "What is it you want, Doctor? The Knave will be displeased at your presence near me." You manage out, trying to keep your voice steady to hide how uncomfortable you suddenly felt.

"Ah, my apologies, perhaps I should be more forward then?" He leans forward a little, near caging you into the corner you were leaning against in-between the wall and balcony railing. Your fingers gripped your glass of wine, eyes quick to find the moon and icy glaciers in the distance.

"I'd like to reform our past alliance. Surely, you know what I'm speaking of?" "Hardly." "You're a terrible liar, Mother (Y/N)." Your eyes were sharp when they snapped towards him in warning. You hated the way he said your name and title so mockingly. It was as though he was treating you like a foolish little girl that was playing pretend. His request was more like a clear demand in a fight he had already lost. The arrogance would've been amusing, if you didn't feel ill.

"Besides, I don't think you realize the true benefits of it. The children of your house are strong... until they aren't. To which they either end up dead or just, well, useless." He was trying to enrage you, break the perfect walls you have built up over the years, demolish the perfect and new image you had given the title "Mother". And for what? Perhaps some petty revenge against your wife for ruining his fun.

What a child.

"Non of my children are useless." "Oh but that just isn't factually true! And whilst the deaths have been going down over the past few months... I wonder how many are injured and stay injured after a failed mission. They can't perform their duties anymore and then what? They laze around and take up space in your perfect home just like back then-" "-Everyone has value in the house no matter what-" He ignores you, waving his hand dismissively with a grin so wide that it was beginning to unsettle you. But it did little to quell the near blinding rage that burned through you the more he spoke.

"-Not to mention, aren't you running out of space in that little, dreary graveyard of yours? It was truly overcrowded when I visited recently. Ah, the past Knave was alot more thoughtful of her resources... You should be more like her-" The silence that followed the sound of red wine splashing against his white coat and dress shirt was near deafening.

Your eyes were blown wide, filled with frustrated tears despite your better judgment, and your breath came our in labored puffs of air. Your hand shook, the glass nearly slipping out of your fingers. "You... how dare you... I..." You felt faint and sick, the realisation that a man like him had dared to take a step into your children's resting place, feeling like the ultimate slap to the face. And when you stumbled back, weak relief filled you at a familiar hand resting on your hip.

"I think it's time for you to take your leave, Doctor. I will let you live for your transgressions against my wife onlt for the sole reason that I do not wish to cause more of a disturbance than your rather unpleasant existence already has tonight." Arlecchino stood tall and proud in her extravagant suit behind you, her eyes glowing in the dim lights of the moon. The rage in them was scorching, nothing compared to yours, yet it never surfaced, unable to do so due to her rather unique condition and circumstances.

"My, my, what a shame... she has quite the temper. It was all in good fun, you know?" He chuckled, seemingly having lost all interest in entertaining your suffering already as he calmly walked away. Not even slightly bothered by the wine that dripped down his form.

You said nothing to your wife for a moment, your eyes closing to hide the angry and frustrated tears. "... Whatever he said does not matter. He is simply looking for entertainment... and I'm sorry." Her free hand reached up to push your hair out of your face with that gentle look she always had only for you. Turning around in her hold, you hid your face in her neck, so desperate to cling onto the small dignity you still did have left in hopes of appearing strong for her again. But unbeknownst to you, she also felt disturbed at her lack of quickness when it comes to aiding you. She should've known better than to just leave you alone.

"Can we go home? I want to go back to my children, Peruere. Even if Lyney is in charge... He's still too young..." As always, you chose to just retain your pride after a moment of solace in her arms and forget what happened. You stood straighter again, your usual somber look filled with elegance and grace she always admired.

Her eyes found your empty wine glass with amusement. "No more wine then?" She asked as she led you back into the palace to take your leave. Your nose wrinkled at her poor attempt at a joke, yet the weak and exhausted ghost of a smile still reached your lips. Shaking your head, you leaned your head against her shoulder as you walked, uncaring of the looks you got, hands tightly intertwined under the lavish furr of your coats.

"No... No more wine."

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Relic - Pt. 9 "Bethlehem"

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: ✧ Dreams are messages from the deep ✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.

TAGS: 18+, smut, she/her AFAB FMC, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum and big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, Frank Herbert would frown, some politics, implied/referenced (child) abuse❗, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts❗, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable/Emotional/Possessive Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, implied/referenced cannibalism❗, Murder, Female rage, Teaching the Universe about Feminism, Angst with a Happy Ending

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

A/N: "How many pseudo deep titles for your chapters do you want?" … "Yes!" … "So we've got Eidolon, okay, fancy. Prometheus, uh-huh 🤨" … "It has a meaning I swear!" … "Rowing in Eden, what the fuck is that supposed to mean. Okay BETHLEHEM?! Shut uuppppp."

Reposted from my Ao3 💕| Masterlist | Relic Masterlist

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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"Is it done?!" Feyd's question answers itself when his woman gulps down the liquid from the ampule and stands up, looking at him like a kitten suddenly turned shy. She dares clasp her hands awkwardly in front of her hips as if she's forgotten all the angles from which he's already seen her.

Feyd pounces on her like a wild cat, hands under her thighs, yanking her up against him and launching them both onto the bed where he tears off his tunic and trousers and her shirt. Skin meets skin and Feyd is electrified, pushing her legs apart with his knees, mouthing against her neck and breasts with his pillowy lips.

"Are you all mine now?"

Her mouth replies "Yes!" And her body replies 'Oh God, yes, please!' when his fingers slide past her pubic mound and sink into her cunt, curling against her walls which are still slick and squishy despite the intermezzo. An inky smile begins to crawl over Feyd-Rautha's face when her eyes flutter shut and her head rolls back.

He may be in a hurry to finally fuck her, but he takes his sweet time, watching her face scrunch up with pleasure, fingers dancing over his arms as her pelvis rises and falls against the palm of his hand. Her eyes open, close, open, pupils dancing over his features like she's nervous to see him. She's so fucking cute, he could cry, he could eat her whole.

His cock brushes against her thigh, the head velvety and painted by a dollop of inky pre-cum at the slit. The sensation against her skin makes her gasp and she reaches down, grasping at his smooth, muscled thigh while his fingers continue to curl inside her. His lids fall halfway, blonde lashes fluttering and lit up by the golden glowglobe light. 

Feyd's hips buck, cock slipping against her leg. Then finally, she wraps her hand around him, squeezing where the shaft and head merge. He moans loudly and a little bit of saliva rolls over his bottom lip when she strokes him softly, way more softly than he deserves.

Suddenly, his woman stirs like she wants to get up and Feyd pins down her wrists with such unexpected harshness that she lets out a little yelp and her core rewards his manhandling with a needy clench.

"If you jump up and run away from me one more time, I'll tie you down, my darling." His slick fingers press threateningly against her wrist.

"Then I think I best ask you to go and sit this little guy somewhere else." She brushes her lips against his, then looks to the left where the stuffed animal sits on the other pillow of the double bed.

"Why?" He frowns.

"Well, I don't want him to watch." She smirks and Feyd can't help but snort because that's entirely stupid and he loves her so much, it hurts. "Go and sit him down on the vanity, please?" She frees her wrists by gently twisting them and hands him the stuffed animal. He accepts it almost reverently, making sure to grab it with the hand that isn't covered in sticky essence.

"Of course, my darling." Feyd climbs off the mattress, keeping an eye on his woman so she doesn't even think of slipping away or even closing her legs. Padding over to the vanity, he rediscovers the pale flowers he himself had deposited there. Beaming, he holds them up and spins around to face her, hiding his nose behind the white petals which exude a faintly sweet fragrance.

"Wait, you got me-? Flowers?" She raises herself on her elbows, eyes widening and her voice wavers like she's on the verge of tears.

"Yeah. I know they're not pretty like flowers from Caladan, but I-"

"They are beautiful!" Now her voice really is heavy with tears. "Come here." Needy arms are reaching for him and Feyd places flowers and plushie on the vanity so he can swiftly climb back into bed and crawl over her, immediately embraced by her arms and legs.

Feyd growls softly when her legs lock around his ass and she tugs him close, cock squished between their bellies, balls nuzzling her warm, slick cunt. One pale hand glides between their bodies in an attempt to fill her with his fingers once more but she says no , scraping her nails over the top of his back.

"Fuck me now, please?" Her heels press into the meat of his ass cheeks.

The na-Baron lets out a noise like a strangled animal and there's barely a second between the end of her question and him slipping the head of his cock between her folds, pushing at an angle that he knows is right because he's fucked her a hundred times already, only this times it is real.

As always, she wonders how it's ever going to fit, so her hips shy away from him, but there's nowhere to go and his thighs pin her open. In the dream it had been easier to process that her body can somehow sheathe such a monster. Now she is left gasping with surprise and pleasure when her entrance stretches open and embraces the obscenely thick head of Feyd's cock.

The pressure when he fills her is so delicious and all-consuming, her head rolls back and she bares her teeth, quickly shutting down the interface when her personal health assistant program kindly informs her about rising stress levels.

She wants to remind him to go slowly, but she also wants him all at once, doesn't want to wait for a second longer, so the grip of her legs around his hips tightens and she pulls him in, impaling herself on his length with a loud hiss. Feyd-Rautha is drawn into paradise and sounds of relief fall from his mouth like prayers when their pelvises come flush.

Feyd knows how to make her pain go away, rocking himself slowly against her core until hissing becomes moaning and her gaze zeroes in on him in a way that makes his stomach flutter, hips driving down against her pelvis, quicker, harder. The cries she makes are cries of rapture and the slapping of skin against skin is their background symphony.

His lips find hers, sloppy, yearning and beautiful.

They are so intimately close - disgustingly close , Feyd would have thought before he met her. There's not one inch between their bodies, no protective cuffs, spikes or toys to ensure that it's just sex . This is much more serious, this is making love, and Feyd's body is starved for it, soaking up the softness and warmth of her flesh, relishing the fact that she moans, not screams and scratches on his shoulders with pleasure, not pain.

He is so beautiful to her, so real , every inch of him is hers to touch, to worship and adore. Her mind is reeling, walls squeezing him and she can tell he is close, raspy groans turning deliciously high-pitched. Feyd presses his nose against her temple, bared teeth against her cheek in an attempt to ground himself.

Somewhere in his enraptured haze, he decides to bring a hand down, squeezing her waist and ass before creating an inch of space between their sweaty abdomens to stroke her clit with his thumb, which sends the rhythm of his rutting hips out of kilter.

"It's okay, don't stop~"

The sound of her voice, all disheveled and breathless, is enough to nearly throw him over the edge, so he bites at her throat, huffing and groaning. Doing as instructed, he leaves her clit alone, merely pinning her leg open with the free hand. She must be close too then. Perhaps he's hitting a spot inside just right, so he keeps going and the building climax nearly splinters him apart from within as he holds back, nearly crying as he drives down into her cunt.

"I c-can't hold back much longer," he admits and would have felt ashamed if it wasn't her. It's been two years without anything like this after all.

"Why would you hold back?" She mewls so sweetly, legs pulling him back down like she wants to drive him into madness.

"Oh God, wait~" Feyd keeps himself still against her tummy, eyes squeezed shut, cock and balls twitching but he manages to force back the cresting wave of release. When he retrieves his face from her neck and looks her in the eyes, his bottom lip is dewy with teeth marks.

Her core aches for more of the delicious drag of his cock, but even more so for his moans of relief. She wants to make him happy and superpose all the horror with bliss, nightmares with dreams, like they used to.

"I want you to cum first," Feyd pants, jaws clenching stubbornly. She can feel his length throbbing needily against her walls.

"I don't know if I can…"

"What?! Why not?" Feyd's hairless brows furrow and his heart thunders against his ribs the unpleasant kind of way.

"I'm nervous," she laughs and wraps her arms around his neck.

"Why, why are you nervous?"

"Because you're so pretty, I can't believe you're actually real."

That knocks the wind out of his sails and when she nudges his hips with her tightly wound legs, he naturally begins rocking into her again, mewling softly because even that is enough to bring him so dangerously close. "I'm not pretty."

"Yes, you are. Come, Feyd, please…" Her feet glide down the back of his thighs and her hands down his hard, muscled back and up the swell of his ass, squeezing his flexing cheeks. 

"D-Don't say things like that, ahhh~ "

He tries to hold back, he really does, but she kneads his ass and pulls his face into the crook of her neck, lips on his temple, and then one hand slips between his thighs from behind, to squeeze his balls, and he can't help the burst of euphoria that overcomes him. Groaning breathlessly, he spills himself with short thrusts, decorating her neck with saliva as his mouth hangs open.

Every part of him feels so warm and embraced and she doesn't even complain about all of his weight that rests on her. Being caressed so sweetly by her dancing fingertips on his back and scalp, he could fall asleep right now, but not before he has completed his mission, which is to make her sing his name while he drinks up his own cum.

He moves down her body and she can't hold him back, slippery and determined like a pale serpent. His cheek and mouth nuzzle her puffy, throbbing cunt like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and she can barely watch. It's hard to believe that this enraptured gaze really is for her.

Feyd's tongue rolls out and he holds up her shaky thighs by the knee pits. Delving between her puffy lips to taste his own seed, his tongue wriggles deep into her squelching hole before he pulls out and peeks up expectantly. Worried, her gaze lingers on the inky substance which he presents on his tongue like he's proud of how much it is. "Wait, back then, didn't you s-say something about chemicals in your-?"

"Yeah." He swallows and shows off his tongue, pink again. "Could poison you in the long run, but the supplements in your meals should counter that. You also got crushed iodine tablets in them to help against the radiation. Keeps you from losing your hair, like the rest of us."

"Well now that's good to know," she chuckles nervously and lets Feyd return to his meal, though her thoughts circle around whether there is a Geiger counter among the cryo pod's standard equipment, so she could get an idea of how high the nuclear radiation in this atmosphere really is. The temptation is great to switch on the interface and access the inventory list, but Feyd suckles hard on her clit, forcing her attention back to his head between her thighs and the strong fingers that keep them parted.

Right.

So, she lets her head roll back, relaxing, curling her toes in the air while Feyd's tongue circles the tender bud. The lewdest thing about him between her thighs is the little sounds he makes, the wet squelching of his tongue slipping over damp flesh, the quick huffs when he gets excited to feel her spine arch off the mattress and her pelvis move against his mouth in small circles.

Pleasure rises, then falls, rises , then falls and she screws her eyes shut to focus on nothing but the drag of his tongue over her bundle of nerves and the long fingers that enter her slowly and pump in and out at a sweet pace. She writhes, clawing at his scalp, but the delicious summit always remains one step away, one lick, one nudge, one final liberating touch.

It is her own mind, sabotaging her with a maelstrom of thoughts.

"Just let go," Feyd-Rautha hums, noticing her defeated huff as her pelvis sinks down and her fingers slacken. He kisses all around the puffy flesh so that her hips jump. It pleases him to see her so sensitive, so he proceeds, trailing feather-light lines around her cunt with the very tip of his tongue.

"S'not that easy," she slurs, out of breath. "As a woman, you kind of have to, ahh , concentrate on it for a moment. Oh, Feyd~ "

"Mmmphh!" He lets out a little noise, tongue busy with drawing patterns on her cunt, relishing how her body contorts when he targets the swollen, little nub and how her muscles begin to shake. The air is deliciously heavy and thick with the scent of sex and perspiration. What he doesn't notice is how the time passes, only when his woman pushes against the top of his head like he wants him to stop.

"Your tongue must be getting tired." Her voice is small and apologetic.

"Do you think there's anything that I'd rather do or a place I'd rather be?" Feyd realizes she's underestimating where the limits of his body are. He's taken spiked whips and broken limbs and bled from every orifice. He can take lying on his stomach for an hour, feasting on his soon-to-be-wife's cunt. "Lie back down. I'm eating."

The coil within her abdomen quivers upon the lewd words and when Feyd's equally lewd mouth returns to her clit, her knees lift against her chest from how well he suckles the bundle of nerves into a vacuum, tapping it rhythmically with his tongue. Her nails claw at his scalp, his ear, spine arching. His nose is pressed against her pubic mound and suddenly she wonders - Isn't the scratchy hair there uncomfortable for him?

Ah - And there it goes again, the build-up toppled like a brittle tower made of toy blocks. And because of such a mundane thought no less.

Her eyes blink open and her gaze finds the balcony door, roiling chimneys in front of a darkening sky. How bad is the radiation out there? Her thoughts jump with the speed of light, to space travel, to the past, to the future, to the web of dangers all around. Perilous foreboding crawls into her like the radiation, unnoticeable until the cancerous results ravage your body.

"You were close. What happened?" Feyd's pale, pretty face peeks up at her and his nose and chin are flushed from rubbing against her hair. He looks so innocent like that, with the golden light catching on his lashes and his lips puffy and red.

"I- I'm sorry, I  thought about it too hard."

"You're always thinking. Don't." Reassuringly, he squeezes her sweat-damp thighs and delves back down. How many more times will he try?! She feels more guilty with every attempt.

"That's like telling me not to worry or not to miss home."

"Wait, is that what you're thinking about? Home?" The tiniest trace of bitterness laces Feyd's tone. What else does he need to do to have her undivided attention?

"Actually, I didn't until right now. Fuck, I'm sorry. I don't think I can finish this time." The silence that follows is awful. Feyd's features freeze up, as do his softly squeezing fingers. 

"Oh," he forces past the terrible lump in his throat. It's hard not to take that personally. Feyd hasn't always cared about making his playthings cum, but when he did, he was never not successful. And that's not just a plaything, that's his wife . Why would she even want him if he can't pleasure her anymore?! 

He's out of practice, evidently. He shouldn't have shunned his poor pets all the years.

"You're not angry, are you?" His woman sits back and folds her legs beneath her body.

"No…" Feyd does the same, sitting  back on his haunches, cock half-hard across his thigh. Never ever has he felt awkward during or after sex but now he doesn't know where to put his hands and eyes. Immediately, she can tell how rejected he feels, looking like a lost little boy who's building a wall around himself. So, she crawls towards him on hands and knees and grabs his hand.

"I'm just-" She scrambles for words. "I think I can't stop thinking because I'm just scared." Her voice breaks at the end and Feyd notices the tears rising to her eyes, glittering beads that cling to her lower lashes as she tries to hide her face away.

"Oh, no, no, no, hey~" Without thinking twice, he envelopes her in his arms and lets both of them fall sideways against the pillow where she snuggles up to him, cheek pressed against his smooth pectorals, slinging one leg around his hip so their cores and bellies are flush.

Her tears paint his chest and her hands squeeze his back, searching for comfort in places that only her hands have ever touched without a hunger for harm. Feyd whispers sweet nothings into her hair, how everything will be alright, even though his own heart clamors with fear.

Clouds pile up like monsters in the sky and while the volcanos below send shivers through the earth and thunder roars above, acid rain begins to pelt against the windows.

Night has fallen when he kisses her good night at her door, like the previous nights. His day begins early. Hers doesn't. She is free to study as she pleases while Feyd trains in the ring like he could deliver himself from evil, hoping the more manly he looks, the less it will spark his uncle's appetite in the afternoon.

She looks at him pleadingly and a sadness paints her eyes a dull color. One hand cups his cheek softly and he closes his eyes, leaning into her palm.

"And you're sure you're not angry because I… You know?"

"I promise, I'm not angry." Blue eyes blink open and she looks into them like little seas of clear water, finding hurt and confusion at the bottom. Softly, her thumb traces patterns on his cheek

The relief to have her back has twisted into fear so quickly, like a dark, ugly vise around his heart. What if she won't love him anymore, now that she knows who he is, where he is and what he is? Anxiety swells and crests like the evening storms and dreaded words pour out of him. Reality feels so much more fragile than dreams. He should have told her sooner.

"I love you."

"Feyd!" Her face lights up and dullness becomes color as if ignited from within. "I love you!"

The kiss that follows is not gentle, but his eyes are, holding all the vulnerability that his mouth and hands don't. When they break away from each other, he looks almost sad, the way his lips turn downwards, as if she was sending him away.

But he doesn't have to go. She hopes he knows that he can sleep here, that she'd love to hold him to her chest every night like the treasure he is to her, but she understands that the ghosts that haunt him aren't exorcized so easily. Even in their dreams, they've always been awake and she's never had the privilege to trace the curves and edges of his peaceful face as he sleeps.

Feyd has never slept next to anyone in his life, because to be asleep is like being prey in a trap. And he trusts her, he does, but what if he whines and cries in his sleep? What if he rams the knife under his pillow into his love at night, because he mistakes her for the gluttonous beast that has painted his childhood with poison?

What if the beast comes to visit at night? He hasn't come for many years, not to his room at least, but what if he does, what if, what if? Feyd would rather not his woman lay next to him if such a visit were to happen.

It is better to sleep alone, and so he pulls away from his darling's warmth, hoping that the next time he wakes up, she will still be real.

The little device - a compact block of metal - clicks steadily in her hand as she aims it at the dark, polluted night sky, it clicks so fast that her heart starts hammering almost just as fast. The Geiger counter shows 1,000 μSv/hour and her bones chill with horror, knowing that invisible demons are wreaking havoc in her flesh right now, shattering molecular bonds at will. Gamma rays.

Not enough to make her drop dead the next minute, but enough to make her cells grow tumorous if sustained over a long period of time. And she's been out here all afternoon, committing a slow and unintentional suicide. Pointing the Geiger counter at the tar-black puddle on the balcony floor, the value shoots up to 30,000 μSv/hour and the click-click-click becomes a steady drone.

Mortified, she stumbles back into her room and slams the door. What is this toxic wasteland of a planet? How does anything live and grow, let alone the pretty flowers that are now in a vase on the coffee table? Let alone humans?  

Here, the clicking slows from an angry wasps' nest to a heartbeat. 200 μSv/hour. The walls are thick and she vows to never go outside again, unless in her multi-purpose suit that's still buried in cargo compartment one. It offers insulation against cold and heat and limited radiation protection. Would it be very dramatic of her to wear it inside, helmet and all, and never take it off again?

Suspiciously, she aims the device at the flowers, but the frequency remains as it is.

It almost makes her laugh, how right she was to assume all the years that her Feyd's lack of hair came from radiation, except that this is not chemotherapy. This is a planet's entire atmosphere. The cloud machinery above gives birth to radioactive decay, sending deadly little hailstones down to the crust of earth that kill any organic life that hasn't adapted.

How do the Harkonnens do it? Do they die young? But there were older men among the troops at the spaceport and not a sign of degradation on the pale, hairless faces, no missing limbs, no crippled backs. Perhaps evolution has already played its part and only the fittest have procreated, only the fittest infants haven't died from radiation sickness in the crib. The Harkonnens are clinging like a pestilence to the planet they have polluted.

No matter the crushed iodine tablets in her meals, she is not like them. Her cells are not like theirs. But is it so unlikely to assume that medicine has evolved in this new universe, this archaic future that has one foot in the middle ages and the other among the stars? Feyd had spoken so lightly of the radiation…

The engineer nearly drops the Geiger counter when the door clicks and three white shadows slink inside, female from the looks of them, Harkonnens. But also not, she realizes at second glance. Their scleras are blacker than black and their teeth pointed and inky like Feyd's, only their tongues and gums are black too.

She points the clicking device at them like a weapon and when one of them hunches her back and hisses like a snake with bared fangs and soulless eyes, she knows they aren't human. The plastic of their gowns creaks as they move forward, cornering her slowly like a pack of hyenas.

"Hello?" She asks, gripping her device tighter, and one of the creatures dares to laugh.

Not friends - enemies. Definitely enemies.

They had hoped to get the stranger in her sleep, when she's defenseless, but she's awake and so they blink with uncoordinated hostility, hovering in her periphery. Black eyes study the clicking weapon in her hand.

"Who are you?" The hairy stranger asks.

"We have no names," one of them replies with a guttural tremor to her voice. Speaking Galach always strains their throats.

"I'm sorry to hear that." She swallows. "I think everyone deserves a name." The three women-creatures seem neither moved nor impressed by the cautious peace offer. One of them begins to scent the air with her nose craned, finding the flowers in the vase to be reason enough to hiss with distaste.

"He doesn't play with us like he used to." The second one wastes no time and the third one moves sideways, slinking closer to the bed. Darkness swathes the room, but the creature's feet aren't bent as they should be, digitigrade like raptor claws.

Horror and heartbreak screw her fingers tight around the Geiger counter which seems to be the only thing that keeps the hyenas at bay. The edge of the Sarcophagus digs into her calves, compartments still unfolded because she hadn't expected visitors past midnight.

"Maybe we should play with you and see how he likes that."

Her eyes dart to the creature near the bed, sniffing, claws clicking on the tiles. She wills her voice to be cold like the cutting edge of a blade and deeply regrets that she has no weapon in her pocket like Feyd. "I don't know any games that you would enjoy."

"Oh, but we do."

The first one grins with inky fangs, but it is the third one that breaks her reserve in half like a twig. A pale face bends down to the stuffed animal on the pillow, sniffing. The relic barges past the creature in the middle and grabs the third one by the sinewy shoulder, yelling with all the rage of all the years: "Get the fuck away from my things!" 

Her voice doesn't work like the Bene Gesserit's, no compelling nudge, no control over her opponents, but the hyenas are still taken by surprise when the stranger roars.

The nameless creature spins around, rolling her shoulder, launching a clawed hand at the woman's chest, so she staggers backwards in pain, nearly tripping if not for another pair of cold hands that catch her from behind, talons piercing her shirt and her flesh. Without thinking, she lunges backwards over her shoulder and smacks the clicking device into the creature's face, crushing cartilage beneath the metal's edge. Blood slips over her hand and it is impossible to tell the liquid's color in the dark.

"HELP! HELP ME!" She screams and there's turmoil in the hallway.

Everything she is and owns has been violated since she woke up - her autonomy, her property and now even her flesh, bones and skin. Foolishly she had hoped everything would be better on Giedi Prime, but that hope is ground to dust now that six hands are tearing on her body.

The door slams open.

"My Lord, I'm sorry, they were so convincing. I really thought you had sent them to prepare the-"

Feyd pushes past the stammering guard, clad in only his nightwear, barefoot. "Out! Out! Out!" He stomps towards the huddled group of claws, teeth and flesh like a raging bull and his three pets scatter in all directions, whimpering like kicked dogs as they sprint out the door.

His woman stands with her knees bent, hair and clothes in disarray. Feyd's steps slow down before he reaches her. He can't breathe.

She almost smacks him too with the bloody device.

"What the fuck was that?" She sobs and Feyd seems to have no answer for her, so she screams at the top of her lungs: "What the fuck was that, who are they?!" 

"They're no one." Feyd snaps out of it, but his expression has already told her everything she would have never believed, had she not seen it. His hands reach for her and she realizes they're trembling like hers. "Where did they get you?! You're bleeding. My darling-"

"I'm fine!" She tears herself away from him. "I'd still rather bleed out than die from radiation sickness, so don't bother." The Geiger counter clicks incessantly, so she switches it off and slams it back into the compartment where it belongs.

"They will be punished," Feyd vows, chasing after her. He goes down on his knees, but she's already standing back up, tears on her cheeks, rage in her eyes.

"I don't care what you do with your bio-engineered girlfriends!"

Feyd freezes and blinks. She's never talked to him in a tone like that and it doesn't feel right, no, she's not supposed to raise her voice at him, she's supposed to love him and comfort him and be the one who doesn't hate him.

He doesn't even deny it , she bitterly thinks.

"They saw the sarcophagus! Do you know what this could mean?"

"They don't even know what they saw, they're dumb animals."

"Is that what you call your-" She wants to say whores, sluts, but it's not their fault, it's his. Jealousy is a bitter beast. "Your partners?"

"No, no, no, wait, they're not my partners, they're just- They were my pets, but I-"

"Your pets!" She bursts out laughing, hysterical, and Feyd stands there like a doused cat in the acid rain. "I thought you only dreamed of me …" Her voice dwindles to a pathetic whimper. "That's what you said."

And maybe he did, but that never meant he didn't have other women in real life. 

"And I did, I do! Wait- Don't look at me like that. I haven't touched them, I swear it to you."

He will get rid of them. He will feed them the dumb, treacherous guard as their last supper and then get rid of them, limb by limb, for hurting his wife. But his wife looks unimpressed and a terrible feeling lurches towards him, like she doesn't believe him.

"You are…" She shakes her head, expression grim. Why is she shaking her head like that?!

"I am what? What?!" So full of fear, full of rage (one thing implies the other), Feyd almost draws his knife.

"You need to leave."

Her word pierces his heart like a fine blade. He's only just told her he loves her, a few hours ago. "Do you hate me now?"

"I'm upset right now, so just leave!"  

There is someone lurking behind his eyes and she can't tell if it's a hurt, little boy or a demon about to burst out of its cage. So, she begs him to leave and he finally does, shoulders drawn up, head swaying like a skinned viper's.

He does draw his knife then, but only once he's stepped out into the hallway and the door whirrs shut at his back. The guard knows what awaits him and so do his pets, useless husks of the past, useless gifts from his uncle, he should have killed them sooner, but he hadn't dared.

Behind the door (and she doesn't believe this door means any safety anymore, considering anyone seems to be allowed to come and go), she kneels in front of her Sarcophagus and unlocks the technical compartment. The medical assistant kindly warns her via her interface that her blood pressure is too high and her body temperature is raised. She ignores it, closing the pop-ups that urge her to access the BioChem segment for its medical supplies and disinfectant.

If this is who she's dealing with, she will need a proper weapon, something more efficient than a little multi-tool knife or a now bloodied Geiger counter to defend herself against the threats that lurk in this nightmare of a new world.

The technical compartment unfolds and here is where she feels at home, here are all the tools she knows. But the item she wants to print tonight doesn't require her technical know-how, and thank God for that, because her sight is still blurry with tears. Via her interface, she flicks through the blueprints until she finds the object of her desire. Compact. Lethal. With a 13 round magazine.

Initiating printing process…

Waiting for materials.

She slots one of the plastic cartridges into the 3d-printer and the machine buzzes to life. At the very least, she will never run out of plastic on Giedi Prime.

Slowly, her heart stops hammering with fear, and when the adrenaline abates, only heartache remains.

Who is the man she fell in love with 24,000 years ago?

The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

- The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats

A/N: You thought we were done with the angst? You need to pry the angst out of my cold, dead hands 😩 And also this was for all the girlies who have a hard time ✨letting go✨ because their mind won't shut up 😔

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[pupyuj]

campus rebel! g!p wonyoung who fucks the shit out of the stuco president for getting her into trouble 😵‍💫😵‍💫 OH MY GOD I WANNA HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS

bad girl wony... yeah.. yeah exactly. i giggle every time i get g!p ive asks esp annyeongz i just want them to double team me tbh—

LISTENNNN ... ever since 230423 wonyoung i have never been the same, that look is literally how i picture rebel wony 😭😭😭

wwhat if she has never gotten in trouble for all the bullshit she did when you weren't the stuco president :(( wony got away with everything scot-free bcs the previous presidents were scared of what might happen to them (like expulsion) bcs wony had a bit of a hold in the school 😟😟 but then you got elected, and things changed real fast 😁 teachers were actually scolding her?? giving her shit when she was late to class or wandered the halls during?? and she has never gotten detention before... until you personally put her in one 😭

the detention in question being held in the student council meeting room, it was just you and her. wony was pissed, she could be out partying and getting laid right now but instead, she had to stare at your pretty face while you did your work and babysat her at the same time! looking up from your desk briefly and seeing that the paper in front of wonyoung was still blank. "it's a simple apology, jang. i'm doing you a favor by saving you from a criminal charge. this won't hurt your reputation, you know." you said with a sigh.

"oh trust me, it's been hurt the moment you stepped up that stupid podium in the gym and did your campaign speech like you were the leader of the nation." wonyoung picked up her pen and started scribbling on her paper. well, at least you wouldn't have to deal with her eyes just burning holes into your head anymore! she doesn't even get why she has to apologize 🤨 spray-painting cock and balls to that creepy janitor's truck was funny! and he deserved it!

and then a few minutes later, here comes wony marching over to your desk and slamming her paper down in front of you. what you didn't see was a proper apology but rather a big drawing of a middle finger. this was useless.

"do you wanna go to jail, jang? don't forget that this isn't the first time you've broken a literal law!"

wonyoung merely shrugged, a cocky smile on her lips, "you're just afraid you'll miss me."

you grabbed a new piece of paper, stood up, and pushed it on her chest, "get your shit together. not even your daddy can pull you out of the mess you want to create." but wonyoung was not at all threatened! see, she has always thought that as much as you were a pain in her ass for always scolding her about what she wore, her attitude, and everything... you were still hot. and to you, even when wonyoung was the bane of your existence, you still wanted her badly deep down (pretty, charismatic, cute smile... who could ever resist?), so you didn't complain at all when she suddenly grabbed your waist and kissed you 😳😳

it was messy, what with wonyoung biting your lips and forcing her tongue in your mouth,,, and it wasn't until she lifted you on top of your desk that she finally pulled away, busying her hands with unbuttoning your shirt, her lips now on your neck,,, the way she wouldn't stop teasing you 😭😭 "d'you get me in trouble just so you can have me alone? you could have just told me that you wanted me, prez." shes so annoying 😩

shhdfdkffbf wony marking you all over and you complaining about it 😭😭 AND YOU'RE ARGUING EVEN WHEN SHE HAS HER DICK INSIDE YOU BCS SHE'S TOO FAST OR SOMETHING 💀 you really have no fucking idea why girls throw themselves on her all the time when all she's focused on is her pleasure 🙄 but wony doesn't give a fuck, she's still pissed at you for making her look weak and small now 🫠🫠 so she doesn't care that her pace is too fast, or that she practically forced her big cock inside your tight walls, or that she left too many bite marks on your neck and shoulders... people were gonna know what happened here, and people will know that it was all her doing 😈

wony forcing your legs open for her while she pounds your cunt 🤤🤤🤤 but she's baby so she was whining and groaning in your ear, head buried on your shoulder bcs you feel really good :(( and she gets addicted to the way you say her actual name, totally different from the usual spiteful way you say 'jang', so she makes you say it again and again :((( your voice becoming the thing that grounds her but god she literally can't help but just ruin you so after coming together for the first time, wony immediately puts your legs on the ground and bends you over :((((

her saying mean things to you while she's destrying your cunt from behindddd 🫠🫠

"you're a f-fucking bitch, prez... i hate you.."

"be thankful that you're so pretty, and that this pussy is fucking sweet c-cuz.. ahh, fuck...! i would have gotten you expelled a long time ago... mhmm.. feels so good... so good..."

"from now on, i'm gonna make you my slut... i'm sure you'd like that, unnie.. j-jang wonyoung's cute little cocksleeve sounds more of a better title than student council president..."

needless to say, she fucks you stupid until detention was over! but since you still had stuco prez things to do until sundown, you had to stay in school and ofc wony did too 😁 tho you didn't complain this time bcs cockwarming her while you did your work and kissing her from time to time made everything a little less boring! 🤤

[tryingtofindava]

pls im begging for dating ticci toby headcanons 🙏🙏

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧�� ‘𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢’ 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬*ೃ༄

tw: mention of manic episode.

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My god.

This boy is full of so much love.

Y’all take FOREVER to actually get together.

It got to the point where Toby got frustrated and was all like “should I just kill them?” (Assuming you ain’t a proxy)

What I’m tryna say is he’s sorta oblivious to his feelings towards you.

But he’s so scared to get attached to you, cuz every time he’s ever gotten close to someone they die.

But when y’all (finally) get together after a long ahh slow burn.

YOU TWO ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST OMD.

He was so surprised that you said yes when he asked you out. Like- you? The pretty girl who he had the the pleasure of becoming friends with???? Says yes to him????

He’s so happy

Buttttttttttttttt.

So awkward it’s almost painful.

Onetime you kissed him on his cheek, bro was all like ‘🧍’

But when you guys get past that awkward stage? You guys are practically attached to the hip.

And I know most of the fandom hates the ‘soft Toby’ stereotype, but I feel like that’s just how he is w you (though he does have his moments…)

Lots of reassurance. It’s needed if y’all wanna last.

He isn’t used to have someone be so affectionate towards him. Since deadass the only person who’s showed him genuine love was Lyra.

When y’all first met, he’d always wear a massive ass bandage over the gash on his cheek.

Every time you saw it you gave him the ‘🤨’ look, which he’s just shrug it off. And when you’d ask him about it, he’d say something like:

“It’s ruh-rude to ask t-that.”

He’d even continue wearing it INTO your dating life, he’ll eventually cave in since it’s been around 8 months of him wearing it around you. And a wound would normally be healed by now.

He wasn’t at all surprised by your reaction of shock.

He’ll always have it on out of the apartment though. No exceptions.

He calls you ‘pretty thing’ sm it becomes a tic.

Eskimo kisses? Eskimo kisses.

He try’s his best to keep the whole murder part of his life away from you. But it’s obvious so… that was one long night of going over things.

Anywaysssss.

AQUARIUM DATES! Y’all get in your grandpa jumpers and walk around the aquarium holding hands and looking at all the cool fish n’ shit.

HE LOVES LOVES LOVES NECK KISSES.

He’s a slut for knowing he’s yours.

He loves teasing the shit outta you for being short. Even though he’s like 3 inches taller

“I’ve been b-breaking my buh-back k-k-kissing you, babe.”

“Piss off.”

He loves laying between your legs with his face flushed against your chest while you run your fingers through his hair and itch his scalp.

When you guys are sleeping, you’ll constantly have to make sure he doesn’t get too over headed or cold due to his CIPA.

Speaking of sleeping, he grinds his teeth while he’s dreaming. So just gently grab his chin to stop him. And he’s a deep ass sleeper so he won’t feel it lol.

He isn’t a big fan of PDA when you guys aren’t behind closed doors, but he’ll ALWAYS hold your hand.

On the less sappy note, when he’s having a tic attack he will not allow you to come near him. He’s so scared of hurting you.

And when he’s having an episode?

Make sure you stay calm. And maybe get to him before he gets to you. He’ll be so upset if he did hurt you while going through one of his schizophrenic like states.

To help him through his manic episode, stay as calm as you can, let him know that, although you don’t share the belief that it’s real, you understand that it is real to him. Try and keep focused on supporting him with how he’s feeling in that moment, rather than confirming or challenging his reality.

If he does snap at you, he’ll feel so guilty. He will think that he’s just like his dad.

He’ll probably disappear for a few days, but when he comes back he’s begging for you to not leave him. Like he’s full on sobbing.

Hold him.

He’s clingy. Like super clingy. Clingy to the point where it just becomes obnoxious. And gets a bit irritating but he means well :(

He loves you like a dog, and he’ll do anything for you. He trusts you with his whole being and hopes you feel the same.

✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•✯.★*°•.°✯•.★*°°·.•°★•

[melobin]

Would u be so kind to share with the class about who in riize is mtl likely to like you choking them during sex. 🤨🎤 Like it doesn’t even matter if they’re in control or not during sex like who do u think would be obsessed with the feeling of it 🧍🏾‍♀️

hmm i somehow feel like they could all be into it ..

shotaro would be surprised to find out he likes it. let’s out a deep, broken moan the first time you do it and ends up really into it. ends up with the filthiest smile on his face during it, looking up at you whilst you’re riding him, eyes glazed over, lips parted. would probably even end up laughing a little during it, he just can’t help himself. something about it is so filthy that it turns him on endlessly and he ends up a little frantic and dizzy.

eunseok knew he liked it before it happened. he loved having his hand around your neck so much that you decided to wrap yours around his to see how he’d react, he melted on the spot. he always knew he likes the pressure on his neck but you were always too submissive for him to think you’d want to choke him, he’d be pleasantly surprised when you do it. it would come from him making you ride him one night without his help because he loves to watch you struggle, would laugh a little when he feels your hand wrap around his throat but would also let out a broken whine. his eyes would grow wide and he’d end up a little teary eyed, overwhelmed by how intense the pleasure would be.

sungchan would fucking love your hand around his throat, he could cum on the spot when you do it. whether you’re riding him or he’s fucking you in missionary, he loves it. finds his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head when you reach up and wrap your hand around his throat when he’s fucking you, hair falling in front of his eyes and his lips parting to let out a broken moan. gets overwhelmed when you lightly dig your nails into his skin to cut off his air, ends up cumming so hard because of it.

wonbin is the one who wraps your hand around his throat. he’s filthy and he’s unashamed. happens whilst you’re riding him, looks up at you and laughs whilst bringing your hand to his neck, watching you with a glint of mischief in his eyes when you squeeze the back of his throat. he’d love every second of it, making sure to squeeze your hips a little tighter and let out louder moans because of it. he genuinely likes it when he struggles to breathe, always gives him the most intense orgasm.

seunghan would be the least into it. he might enjoy it a little but realistically he wants his hand around your throat, he wants to be the one choking you. he can’t help it, he loves having power and control off of you, it’s what gets him off the hardest. he’d most likely let you do it just to make you happy and see you smile a little but it wouldn’t be long before he’s grabbing your hand and pinning it down against the bed.

sohee would be a little unsure about it at first, it wouldn’t be his favourite thing but he wouldn’t mind it. he likes when you do it when he’s close, finds that the slight pressure you put on his neck has his thighs clenching and his eyes shutting. always ends up filling you up with so much cum when it happens.

anton wouldn’t really expect himself to enjoy it but he does, a lot. finds himself obsessed with the way your hand feels wrapped around his throat, especially with how little it is compared to him. he loses it when you do it whilst riding him, ends up moaning a little more than usual with his head tipped back and his eyes glazed over. he likes when you’re a little rough with him, even if he’s in charge, he loves the meaner side of you and he loves the way you act when you bring it out. riding him a little harder, digging your fingers into the skin of his neck, he always loses his mind when it happens.

[kairorow]

Opponent in chess, lovers in bed

"I like playing chess. On the chessboard, we focus only on each other, racking our brains to corner the opponent. What pure pleasure"

TW: Nsft and Breeding

When I said you got beaten bad it's so BAD gurl was being aggressive while playing👹 not even letting you win one chess game is making you want to rip your hair out and cry in a corner like LET MY POOKIE WIN👹👹😥🥲 you literally went through 5 stages of grief because of her😞😞

"I should get a reward, don't you think so chief?" POOKIE LITERALLY ASKED FOR A REWARD WHEN YOU WERE STRESSING LIKE making you stressed over a game wasn't enough??? 😡

But being a good little Chief like you are you obeyed (obeyed🤨🤨?) like her toy and asked her

"what is it?"

Gurl literally whispered an inaudible thing to your ears while you were blushing like hell

Nightingale watching the cams rn: 🤨👀

"Are you sure, Chief? if something happens then I will not know about it-"

"I'll be fine, Nightingale"

Pookie was so worried that Eirene will beat you in one way or another 🤨 but since you reassured her she obeyed and stopped stalking you two through the camera

[nsft below]

After that Eirene wasted no time and pinned you on the wall to kiss you, she took your soft, gentle, cold hands to her face and rubs it affectionately (I think pookies falling for you)

after that she threw your coat across the room, making the chessboard messy and some pieces on the floor and unbuttoned your shirt.

She kissed your palm while looking at you then threw your shirt off, sighing as she saw ANOTHER layer of your clothes, your turtleneck, gurl was the one STRESSING now like you got your revenge😈😈

"tsk."

She said as she rips it off you revealing your boing boing, taking off your bra revealing your pink puffy nipples.

She wasted no time and sucks it like there's no tomorrow because WHO WOULDN'T WANT THAT PUFFY PINK-

"mhm... heh.. I knew you had such a divine body.."

Talking with your mouth full is a big NO NO so as a punishment you pushes her head back on your ample breasts while she keeps mumbling

you had gotten tired of standing so you sat on her lap.

pookie felt a mountain while sitting like🤨 you knew she had a cock, but still surprising.

she only notices it when you yelp and she chuckles and pulls it out.

She was BIG BIG

she teases your asshole with her tip, it got you squirming like why are you targeting that🤨 take my virginity first-

She knew you wanted it inside your puss when you whimpered which she has paid attention and put it inside as you wanted.

She was gentle and romantic with you, thrusting oh so slowly, enjoying her first time with you with her big coc, like are you two lovers now? why treat you like one? where's the label?!!?

she got from being gentle to being ROUGH

She's thrusting into like there's no tomorrow, got you worried like CALM DOWN you forgot your pills😥😥 like got you thinking I wanted to be bred by someone smart but not this time😥 you two literally had no label and she has the audacity to breed you right away and make her mine.

she chuckles and at your expression and decided to point it out

"why so quiet, Chief?"

"do I really need to t-talk while you're pounding m-me?" you stuttered and kisses her, making her chuckle and kissing you back

"not really~ do you mind if I breed you hm~?" gurl was teasing you and got you blushing like a tomato

but being her good little self implied wife like you are you nodded and agreed letting her pull out slowly and push back in until she hits your cervix making you squirt and letting her cum deep inside and breed you.

Making her body collapse on top of you due to tiredness you hugged her while she comes down from her high (who wouldn't want a good aftercare)

she then looked up at you and kisses you, making her mumble "I love you" which she wished you didn't hear.

[chelseachilly]

falling for you

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: as a reporter for chelsea and england, you and ben have always been friendly - and sometimes a bit flirty - but you never imagined a fluke injury while filming a youtube video could lead to something more warnings: mentions of minor injury, mainly just fluff ☺️ word count: 6.4k

author's note: hope you like this one! it was a lot of fun to write and definitely my longest one-shot yet hahah. fc is olivia buzalgo obviously lol

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As a reporter for both the England national team and Chelsea, you’ve always tried your best to remain professional and not show favouritism towards any of the players.

For the most part, this hasn’t been an issue. While you do spend a lot of your time with incredibly fit guys around your age, they’ve never been anything other than colleagues or, at the most, friends.

Except for Ben Chilwell. 

He had been on your radar professionally for some time before you met, as he was an up and coming talent at Leicester and for England. You always thought he was good looking when you watched him play on television, but you didn’t really know much about him.

It wasn’t until he signed for Chelsea in the summer of 2020 that things changed.

You were tasked with conducting Ben’s first interview for the club, and the two of you hit it off immediately. You felt like you had known him your whole life within the hour you spent together in a small room at Cobham, chatting about his career and his goals at Chelsea. 

You also learned quickly that Ben wasn’t just attractive - there was something magnetic about him. You felt instantly at ease around him, yet he also made your heart rate triple with a quick smile as you passed in the hallway or a glance in your direction while he’s on the pitch.

While you would never dream of pursuing him, partly because it’s unprofessional and partly because there’s no way he feels the same way, the connection between you two hasn’t exactly gone unnoticed. 

Every time you post an Instagram story of you working with Ben or a video of you interviewing him is released, the comments and replies are flooded with fans speculating about whether you two are dating. You always feel a bit embarrassed, wondering if he’s seeing these responses too, but you continue to post the content for two reasons:

One, because your content with Ben always performs the best, meaning your bosses are always encouraging more of it;

And two, because you’re super into him and you’ll take any excuse to work with or spend time with him.

So, despite all the speculation, you continue to post pics with Ben whenever you’re working together, and the occasional borderline-flirty comments he leaves certainly don’t help matters. 

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liked by benchilwell, masonmount and others yourusername Always a pleasure with the best left-back in the league @benchilwell ☺️ view all comments benchilwell High praise from the best reporter in the game 😉 chelsfan1 ooh i think chilly has a crush on y/n benfan2 they are never beating the secretly dating allegations 🤨

The seemingly flirty comments he sometimes makes in person don’t help matters, either - certainly not for your growing crush on him. You find yourself both looking forward to and dreading every opportunity to film something with him, loving every minute of your time with him but wishing deep down that it could lead to something more. 

You’ve hung out a bit outside of work, too, sometimes grabbing something to eat after a shoot or partying together after Chelsea have won a big game. You’re friends, but that’s all you are. You’re painfully reminded of that every time you read about the latest gorgeous model he’s dating. 

That doesn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat when your boss emails you your next assignment, a video with Ben and Conor. They’re two of your closest friends on the team, so it should be a dream day of work for you to film a silly video with them for the club’s socials, but you’re more nervous than usual. 

Ben’s been a little bit flirtier than usual lately, bringing you coffee when you’re working at Cobham and sending you funny TikToks throughout the day. You’re not reading too much into it, but it’s definitely going to make it harder for you to ignore your feelings for him.

But you’ll at least have Conor and the camera crew there, so it won’t be that bad. You hope.

You arrive at Cobham bright and early that day, already dressed and having done your own makeup as per usual for a shoot like this. You meet up with the cameraman, Brian, who you frequently work with, to go over the plan.

“You nervous?” Brian asks when you walk into the office, a small smirk on his face. 

You can feel your face go pale and your eyes widen. “What? Wh-why would I be nervous?”

“Because of the shoot,” Brian says blankly, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know, how you were saying you’re awful at football…”

Ah, yes. The normal reason for you to be nervous. 

Truthfully, your mind has been so taken up with thoughts of seeing Ben that you haven’t worried too much about the video itself. The premise is that the boys will demonstrate some football skills and you’re supposed to try to replicate them. You’re hardly a footballer, so it’s really just meant to be lighthearted, funny content for fans who like your dynamic with the boys. 

“Oh, right,” you say with a small laugh. “I’m sure it won’t be too bad. How hard can it be?”

Brian just laughs, ignoring your slightly odd behaviour from before. “Yeah, you’ll be fine.”

A little while later, you make your way out to the training pitch where you’re meeting the guys, and you smile when you see Ben has shown up early and is kicking the ball around and scrolling on his phone. He stops and smiles when he sees you approaching.

“Y/N, hey!” he exclaims, pulling you into a quick hug. “You alright?”

“Hey, Ben,” you reply, in a bit of a trance as you pull back from the hug. “I’m good. How are you?”

“Great,” Ben grins. “You ready to learn a few things?” 

“Oh, yeah, it’s not every day that I get a free football lesson from the stars of Chelsea FC,” you tease. 

“Yeah, you basically won the lotto,” Ben chuckles.

You raise an eyebrow with a smirk. “You’re comparing a morning with you to winning the lottery?”

Before your banter can continue, you see Conor and the rest of the video crew approaching and you’re brought back to reality - in which Ben is your coworker, not your boyfriend, and you have a job to do. 

You quickly hug Conor hello and chat for a minute while the guys set up the filming equipment. You can tell they’re in high spirits from the recent winning streak they’ve been on, making the atmosphere around Cobham better all around. 

Once it’s time to get started, you get into position and begin your intro, explaining the premise of the video. 

You start off with some easier skills, watching Ben and Conor demonstrate before attempting them yourself. You’re definitely not a professional, but you played a bit as a kid, so you can handle a few kick ups and headers. 

As things start to get a bit more complicated, you’re definitely struggling more, but the boys are very sweet and encouraging. Honestly, you’re not too concerned with showcasing your abilities - it’s just a funny video, and it’s part of the job. You don’t think any of the fans are expecting you to be the next Leah Williamson or something, but you still try your best for the sake of the challenge. 

The final skill you have to do is a bit of a trickier one, a crossover. Ben shows you how to do it with ease, obviously, before encouraging you to give it a go. 

After a couple failed attempts that you hope the video editor cuts out, you finally manage one, and both Ben and Conor cheer for you like you just won the Champions League.

“You’re a pro, Y/N,” Ben grins. “Wanna go again?”

With a sudden boost of confidence, you nod, and Ben kicks the ball back to you. You kick it up a few times and meet Ben’s gaze with a small smile before jumping up and swinging your leg around the ball again. 

Only this time, instead of landing perfectly on your feet, you land directly on the side of your left ankle and fall over.

There’s a shooting pain up your leg, but that’s overshadowed by the immediate embarrassment you’re feeling. The moment you catch your breath and sit up, Ben is already at your side with his hand on your upper back, asking if you’re okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist, before you’ve even had time to assess if that’s true. “Just give me a sec and we can keep going, sorry guys.”

“Are you sure?” Brian asks, setting his camera down on the tripod after he stopped filming. “It looked like you twisted your ankle pretty bad.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” you say, though the pain has begun to settle in and it definitely doesn’t feel like nothing. “Ben, can you help me up?”

Ben looks hesitant, his eyes flitting from your ankle back up to your face, but he nods and grabs both your hands to help lift you to your feet. 

You’re determined to soldier on and finish the video with minimal humiliation, but the moment you put the slightest bit of weight on your left foot, you wince sharply and feel tears begin to brim in your eyes. 

Ben immediately catches you and carefully lowers you back to the ground, keeping a hand on your back.

“Y/N, you’re hurt,” Ben says, eyes full of concern. “It’s your ankle?”

You nod, afraid that if you speak, your voice will tremble from the pain.

“We should take her to one of the physios to get it looked at,” Conor suggests. 

“I’m sure they have more important things to deal with,” you mumble, feeling a bit more grounded by the way Ben is gently rubbing your back, giving you something other than the pain to focus on. 

“Not really, we don’t have training today so most of the boys aren’t even here,” Ben assures you. “I’ll take you there now.”

You’re about to ask how you’re going to get all the way up to the physio offices if you can’t even stand, but you don’t have to wonder for long before Ben is carefully slipping his arm under your knees.

You let out a small gasp as you’re swept off your feet, suddenly finding yourself in Ben’s arms. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks quickly, misinterpreting your surprise for pain.

“No, I’m good,” you say quietly. Despite the shooting pain, this is partially true - how could you not be good when you’re currently being carried bridal style by the guy you’ve had a crush on for years. 

“Sorry, guys,” you say to Conor and the crew. “Maybe once they look at my ankle we can continue-“

“There’s no way you’re walking on that today, and we have enough content for the video,” Brian tells you. “Go get checked out and let us know how you’re feeling, alright?” 

“I will,” you smile. “Thanks.”

“Good to go?” Ben asks you, and you nod. 

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you with ease up to the physio department, feeling strangely comfortable in this position you never expected to be in. You love the feeling of being in his arms, how safe and protected you feel even in your vulnerable state. 

Once you arrive at the physio rooms, Ben sets you down gently on one of the beds and runs to grab someone. He returns moments later with Billy, who you’ve met a few times around the club. He’s a kind man who you know is particularly close with many of the players, including Ben.

“Hi there, Y/N, let’s take a look at that ankle,” he says gently. “Ben, mind grabbing some ice?”

“Of course.”

Ben goes over to the freezer and grabs a bag of ice while Billy carefully removes your shoe and sock, the action alone making tears form in your eyes once again. 

“Let’s ice it for a few minutes first,” Billy suggests after seeing the state of your rapidly swelling ankle. “I’ll go get you something for the pain.”

After he takes the ice pack from Ben and gently places it on your foot, relieving the throbbing a little bit, Billy leaves the room. Ben pulls up a chair next to you and lightly touches your arm. 

“You doing alright? That looks like a bad one,” Ben says, his voice impossibly even softer than before as he sees the pain you’re experiencing.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You sigh, shaking your head. “I’m just so humiliated, to be honest. Leave it to me to injure myself on video, and in front of my coworkers and two professional footballers.” 

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, love, that could’ve happened to anyone,” Ben insists, making your heart jump at the tender nickname. “It’s my fault, I encouraged you to go again. I’m so sorry you got hurt, I feel awful.”

“No, Ben, absolutely not,” you say quickly. “It was just a dumb accident. I think I got a bit too confident in my football abilities.”

“Well, you were doing great,” he smiles. “I think the fans will love the video. Just like everything else you do.”

You’re grateful that Billy walks back in right in that moment, both because of the pain meds he has for you and because it diverts Ben’s attention from your now flushed cheeks. 

As Billy begins your assessment, you turn back to Ben.

“You really don’t have to stay, I’m sure you have better things to do with the rest of your day.”

“Don’t be silly, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere,” Ben says definitively. 

You’re sure you’re blushing again, but it’s quickly overshadowed by your grimacing in pain as Billy gently rotates and palpates your foot. Ben’s presence calms you down massively as Billy runs some tests to determine the extent of your injury.

After it’s determined that it’s just a bad sprain, Billy puts you in a boot and gives you crutches to get around for the next few days. He says to go for an x-ray if it doesn’t improve in the next two weeks, but that you should be walking fine by then. 

Once you’re cleared to leave, Ben offers to grab your stuff from the media team offices as you rack your brain to think about how you’re going to get both yourself and your car home. 

He returns with your bag slung over his shoulder and another gentle, heartwarming, completely irresistible smile on his face. 

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I just need to call my parents and see when they’ll be able to make it,” you tell him. “It might be a while, but I’m fine to wait here. I’ve already taken up way too much of your time.”

Ben just furrows his eyebrows. “Don’t your parents live in North London?”

You just blink at him for a second, completely surprised that he remembers this detail you hardly remember sharing with him, before nodding.

“That could take hours with traffic, I’ll just take you,” he insists.

“That’s really nice, Ben, but I also have to get my car home somehow.”

“So I’ll drive you home in your car, then Uber back to get mine later,” he says nonchalantly. 

“Ben-“

“Please just let me do this, Y/N,” Ben pleads. “I swear it’s no trouble.“

After a moment of deliberation, you find yourself agreeing with him. It could take hours for your parents to get here, and you’re really looking forward to being home on your couch after the day you’ve had.

He helps you down to the car park, matching your slow pace and opening all the doors for you, and then helps you get into the passenger seat of your car. You feel mildly embarrassed that he has to drive your tiny little vehicle that probably cost only a fraction of his weekly pay, but he immediately tells you how nice it is and cracks a joke about how much cleaner it is than his own, putting you at ease. 

You play some music while he drives, chatting about some of the recent changes at the club as you give him directions to your flat. About halfway there, you notice how his phone that he placed in the drink holder between you is incessantly buzzing.

“Do you need to get that?” 

“No, it’s alright,” Ben shrugs. “Probably just the boys. I was supposed to go to my mate’s house after we wrapped up, but I’ll text them and explain. He won’t mind.”

You instantly feel terrible for keeping him from hanging out with his friends on a rare day off from training. 

“Ben, I-“

“Y/N, it’s really no big deal,” he says, looking over at you now that you’re stopped at a red light. “They’re not going to care that I bailed on playing FIFA to help my injured friend.“

You nod and smile at him, holding his gaze until the light turns green and the person behind you is honking at you to drive.

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The next few days pass fairly uneventfully as you’re laid up on your couch icing your ankle and watching Netflix. 

Thankfully, you didn’t have any in-person work commitments this week, and you’re able to do some prep for next week’s interviews from the comfort of your own home. 

Although the injury is certainly a disruption to your routine, the most significant change is the sheer amount of attention you’ve been receiving from Ben ever since.

After he helped you get home and learned that your flatmate is on holiday for two weeks and you would be home all alone, he insisted on staying and making you something to eat. He only left once he was confident that you were comfortable and had everything you needed. 

Since then, he’s texted you way more than he ever has before, constantly checking in and asking if you need anything. As much as you would love for him to come over every day and watch movies or have dinner with you, you have a nagging feeling that he just feels guilty about your injury. You like him so much, even more so for how sweet and attentive he’s being, but you don’t want to take advantage of that kindness.

After the third day of being bored at home, though, you’re starting to go a little stir crazy, and it’s hard to resist when Ben texts you. 

True to his word, Ben shows up at 5:45 with Nando’s for both of you, having remembered your order from one time you went together after an interview he did for Sky. 

After teasing him during dinner for never having finished the films, you decide to watch the fourth Harry Potter movie, Ben helping you settle in on the couch with your leg up before sitting right next to you. 

As time passes, he gets progressively closer to you, until his arm is resting on the back of the sofa. He’s not quite touching you, but after he selects the next film, silently looking at you to see if you want him to stay, you feel a bit braver. After nodding with a smile, prompting Ben to hit play and settle back into the cushions, you shift slightly closer to him and lean into his body. 

“You’re warm,” you say, suddenly feeling the need to justify your closeness when you feel his muscles tense slightly.

When you feel him shift away from you, you’re completely humiliated for misreading the situation. What on earth were you thinking trying to cuddle with him? You don’t cuddle with your other friends.

But these thoughts are quickly shut down as Ben grabs the blanket from the opposite end of the couch and drapes it over both of you, then raises his arm to invite you to lean back into him with a smile on his face. 

You hesitate only a moment before curling back up to him, your head now resting on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. 

You’re so comfortable and at ease in this position, despite it being completely new and a bit terrifying, that you can feel yourself drifting off less than halfway through the movie. You swear you feel Ben press a kiss to your forehead, but you’re not sure if it’s real or you’re already dreaming.

When you wake up again, the credits are rolling and Ben is half-asleep with his head resting on top of yours. 

“Sorry I fell asleep,” you murmur with a small yawn, reluctantly extracting yourself from his embrace. 

“It’s okay, you needed the rest,” Ben says softly, his voice a bit gravelly from lack of use.

God, you want to kiss him so bad. 

“It’s late, do you have training in the morning?” you ask.

“Yeah, at nine,” Ben confirms. “So I suppose I should get going. Do you need anything before I do?”

“No, thank you, though,” you say. “For everything, Ben. You’ve been so amazing, I really cant thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Ben says softly, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “You’ve always been so nice and supportive when I was injured, whether you’re interviewing me about it or we’re just chatting privately, and I don’t think I ever told you how much I appreciate that. How much I appreciate you.”

Your cheeks are growing hotter as you hold his gaze, his bright blue eyes staring into yours with a new kind of intensity you’ve never seen before. 

As much as you desperately want to lean in and press your lips to his, or even tell him how you feel, you’ve grown to treasure your connection with him too much to risk anything. You have to be sure. 

“You’re welcome, Ben,” you say. “I’m glad I could help. I’ve always hated seeing you go through that.”

Ben nods, squeezing your hand once more before letting go.

“I’ll text you tomorrow, keep taking it easy and feel free to call me if there’s anything you need. At all.”

“Thanks,” you say once again, rising and grabbing your crutches to walk him out and so you can lock the door behind him. “I’ll be okay. But I will probably have to miss the game on Sunday, not sure I’ll be up for the journey to Newcastle.” 

You hate missing Chelsea games, whether they’re home or away, but even if you secure a spot on the team jet and you have a comfy spot in one of the boxes, it would be a lot to navigate on crutches. 

“Of course, we’ll all miss seeing you, though,” Ben says. “Won’t feel right doing the interview with someone else after we win.”

“I love the confidence, but you speak with other interviewers all the time,” you tease him gently. 

“Yeah, and I always wish they were you,” he admits as he slides his shoes on. “Good night, love.”

He steps forward, cupping your face and pressing another kiss to your forehead - this one definitely not a dream - but pulls back much too quickly for your liking. 

“Good night, Ben,” you’re barely able to choke out, your heart rate nearly triple its usual pace.

The moment he’s gone, you crutch back over to the sofa and flop down, letting out a long exhale. 

Surely, he would’ve kissed you when he had the chance if he fancied you, right?

But, at the same time, no matter how nice of a person he is or how much he treasures your friendship, you doubt he would spend his whole evening cuddling with you if he didn’t want to. 

As you settle in and press play on yet another movie - the perks of not having work in the morning - you try to put all thoughts of Ben out of your mind. This proves difficult, considering the blanket you’re using still smells a bit like his cologne, and because you haven’t really stopped thinking about him since the day you met. 

-

The next week, after Chelsea defeat Newcastle 3-1 with a spectacular assist from Ben that you really wish you could’ve seen in person, you’re back at work. 

You’re doing an interview with Pochettino this afternoon to talk about the win and how the season is turning around, which is a great opportunity for you, career-wise.

You just wish that it hadn’t happened on a day when you’re still hobbling around in a boot and Brian is stuck in traffic, meaning you have to set up for the interview yourself. Thankfully, you’re no longer on crutches, but by the second trip down the stairs from the media office to the room where you’re doing the interview, your ankle is really starting to protest all the walking.

Just as you’re taking a break in the middle of the stairwell, propping the tripod you were carrying up against the wall and taking a seat, you hear the sound of footsteps approaching and mentally prepare yourself to explain what you’re doing just chilling on the stairs.

“Y/N!”

The sound of the familiar voice calling your name relaxes you a bit, your shoulders slumping as you see the same smile that has been imprinted in your brain for the past week. 

“Someone told me you were in today but I couldn’t find you in the media office,” he says, the smile on his face fading as he notes your slightly pained expression. “Are you alright, love?”

Since your injury, he’s called you “love” more times than you can ever recall him saying to anyone before, making your stomach fill with butterflies every time. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you insist. “Just…taking a break.”

Ben narrows his eyes, and you know you aren’t fooling him, as much as you don’t want any more pity or guilty looks from him. 

“In the stairwell? Wait - you aren’t carrying equipment yourself, are you? Y/N-“

“Brian’s stuck in traffic, and I’m interviewing Poch in an hour. I’m not going to waste his time because we were late to set up.”

“Y/N, there’s no way I’m letting you carry anything else down these stairs,” Ben says seriously, reaching out to carry the tripod under one arm and offering you a hand with the other. 

You take his hand and let him pull you to your feet, but you still can’t help but protest.

“Don’t you have training right now?”

“Nah, just finished,” he says, beginning to walk down the stairs and keeping a hand hovering behind your back as if he’s afraid you’ll topple over. “We have a break for lunch now before we hit the gym.”

“But-“

“I’ll have plenty of time to help you and eat,” Ben says, now countering your arguments for accepting help before you can even make them. 

Once you get down to the room of the interview, Ben insists you sit down and elevate your leg while he grabs the rest of the stuff. On his final trip, he comes back with your folder of notes in one hand and a bag with lunch and drinks for both of you in the other. 

You don’t know how he keeps continuing to surprise you with his sweet gestures, but somehow he’s one-upped himself yet again. You sit on the floor and eat the sandwiches he grabbed from the cafeteria together while he helps you review your talking points for the interview. 

He doesn’t get up to leave until Brian arrives to finish setting up, ensuring that someone will be there to prevent you from doing any more physical labour.

“Can I give you a ride home today?” Ben offers as he helps you up off the floor. “You still can’t drive with that on, right?”

You glance down at the cumbersome boot. Unfortunately, you did injure your driving foot, which means you had to get an Uber here today. You’re about to tell him you can get another one home, not wanting to inconvenience him any more, but you know that he’s just going to refuse.

“That would be great, Ben, thanks,” you smile, squeezing his hands before letting go. “I should be done here in about an hour and a half.”

“That’s perfect,” he grins. “Good luck with the interview, I know you’ll smash it.”

He jogs away to head to the gym, which you suspect he’s now late for, leaving you in a bit of a daze with a completely lovestruck expression on your face. 

“Someone’s got a crush,” Brian says a moment later with a smirk, snapping you out of your trance.

“I-I do not,” you insist quickly, your eyes wide.

“I was talking about Chilly,” he says, chuckling a bit at your frantic denial. “But now that you mention it, you have always gotten on particularly well with him. No wonder the fans are always commenting about the vibes between you.”

“Oh, shush,” you roll your eyes. “There are no…vibes. He’s just being nice because of my ankle.” 

“Right, I’m sure that’s the only reason,” Brian retorts sarcastically. 

You pull out your phone and see that the Instagram stories you posted earlier are garnering lots of attention, your replies full of fans commenting on how sweet Ben is - something you’re well aware of.

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Thankfully, Brian can’t tease you much longer before Poch shows up for the interview. You say hello and settle in before getting started. 

About 30 minutes later, you have everything you need from him and thank the coach for his time and a great conversation. You and Brian head back to the media offices to get to work on early edits of the video, a part of the process that you’re not really required to help with, but you always enjoy being as involved as possible. 

You’re wrapping up and sending the file to the media team for final edits when Ben appears in the doorway, freshly showered and now wearing grey sweatpants and a hoodie that really look unfairly good on him instead of his training kit. 

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “I’ll just grab my bag-"

Ben is already walking over and grabbing it for you so you don’t have to carry anything, and you both say goodbye to Brian before heading for the car park. 

He opens the door to his car for you, even though you’re definitely capable of getting in yourself now, and then he begins to drive to your place, no longer requiring any directions.

“So, how was the interview?” Ben asks after a moment of comfortable silence.

“It was great,” you say. “He speaks very highly of you, you know. Not that I blame him after that assist on Sunday.”

“You watched?” Ben asks, his eyes lit up with joy as he glances over at you. 

“Of course, I wasn’t gonna miss it just cause I couldn’t be there in person,” you smile. “You were brilliant.”

You can’t tear your eyes away from Ben’s gorgeous smile as he continues to drive - improved only by your compliments being the reason for it. 

You continue to chat about the game and other things until you arrive in front of your building. It’s hard to keep the slightly sad expression off your face when Ben pulls into the driveway and you know you have to say goodbye to him again. 

All you want is to drag him inside with you and never let him go, but you know that isn’t realistic. Sure, he’s been wonderful and caring and attentive all week, but you’re sure that as soon as your ankle heals, everything will go back to how it was. 

“Are you okay?” Ben asks once he puts the car in park and notices the look on your face. “Is it your ankle? Is it bothering you?”

“No, no,” you say, quickly dissuading his worries. “It’s nothing, I’m all good.”

He nods, but the concerned expression doesn’t quite leave his face. “I’ve been worried about you. You know, being here by yourself and stuff.”

Though your stomach flips once again at his soft tone, you try to ignore it. He’s just being nice. He’s a nice person. That’s why you like him so damn much. 

“It’s okay, my mum has come around a few times and my flatmate will be home on Saturday,” you tell him. “Besides, I’m completely fine. I know you feel a bit guilty, but it’s just a sprained ankle. You’ve been so sweet looking after me, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

Ben blinks at you for a moment before letting out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. 

“It’s not…I mean, I did feel a bit guilty, but that’s not why I wanted to take care of you. It’s because I care about you.”

You frown in confusion. “I’m not saying you don’t care about me, Ben, I care about you too, but-“

“Y/N, for gods sake,” Ben cuts you off, taking a deep breath. “It’s not just that I care about you, okay? I care about the boys, but I don’t exactly turn up with dinner and cuddle with Reece or Trev when they’re injured.”

As you realize what he’s implying, your breath catches in your throat and you find it hard to speak at all, let alone say the right thing.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but the only thing you can think to do in the moment is the thing you’ve been dreaming about doing for the past three years - you lean across the console and press your lips firmly to his.

You have a brief feeling of terror that you’ve misunderstood what he was saying, until Ben starts to kiss you back and you no longer have any thoughts in your brain that aren’t of his lips.

He parts his mouth slightly and you kiss him harder, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair. You sigh into his mouth, in pure ecstasy as he kisses you like his life depends on it. 

You only part when you both need to come up for air, and even then, you’re reluctant to pull away from him, lingering close. Ben brushes his nose against yours, and you watch as he slowly opens his eyes.

“Y/N,” he breathes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to do that.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to,” you murmur, slowly pulling back from him. “Why…why didn’t you ever say anything?” 

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable since we work together a lot,” Ben admits. “I thought about bringing it up every time we hung out outside of work, but I always chickened out.”

“Oh,” you exhale, your mind whirring with a million different thoughts. “I never knew you felt that way about me.”

Ben raises an eyebrow. “I flirt with you all the time! There’s a reason the fans are always posting about us online, saying I fancy you and stuff. I thought it was obvious.” 

You could nearly scream at your own obliviousness - if only because it delayed what was just most definitely the best kiss of your life - but you never thought in a million years that Ben would choose you over all the other options he has available to him, over all the perfect girls you’ve seen fawn over him at games and parties.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve told me now, even if it took me falling over and injuring myself for us to get here,” you laugh under your breath, making him roll his eyes at you with affection.

“I’m definitely not glad you got hurt, but I was happy to have an excuse to spend more time with you,” Ben admits. “I just…always want to spend time with you.”

You’re blushing like crazy again, but this time, you don’t care that Ben can see. When he reaches out to cup your face and stroke your cheek with his thumb, you don’t shy away from him, your bashful smile mirroring his. 

“Are you free tomorrow night?” he asks. “There’s this amazing French restaurant in Richmond, I would love to take you if you want.”

You’re giddy at the thought of an actual, romantic first date with Ben, though you’ve felt more romance eating sandwiches on the floor and chatting in crowded stadiums and walking to get coffee with him than you have on any “real” first date you’ve ever had. 

“I would love to,” you smile. 

“Okay,” Ben grins. “I’ll pick you up at seven, then?”

You nod, feeling pure elation as Ben begins to lean in to seal your agreement with a kiss. It feels so natural, it’s hard to believe your first one was just minutes ago.

“Can I help you inside?” Ben offers once you’ve pulled away again. 

He knows full well that you’re completely capable of walking to the door by yourself, but you’re not offended by his chivalrous behaviour, especially now that you know he has a very good reason for it. 

“Only if you kiss me again at the door,” you respond, smirking at him playfully, and his eyes light up with delight.

“I can definitely do that.”

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-i think u know who i am AAHHAHAHA

SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT FOR YOU.

WARNING/S: NSFW, GN READER, READER IMPLIED TO HAVE MALES GENITALIA, MARKING, CERVIX SEX, OVERSTIMULATION, SIZE DIFFERENCE, PET NAMES (MASTER), CREAMPIE.

NOTE: ADDED SOME EXTRAS TO THE HEADCANONS BUT OH GOD. I screamed after reading this req. AHH THIS IS PERFECT. YOU'RE SUCH A GENIUS. (IS THIS ALSO WHO I THINK WHO IT IS.. 🤭🤨) I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WHILE MAKING THIS.. but oh well.. 🤭

REQUESTS STILL OPEN.

When you two first did it, dear archons she swear she saw stars just by the tip entering her.

With how you are towering over her, your shadow just engulfing her whole body and how you're already splitting her cunt in half with just the head is enough to make her close to the edge.

She was confused, too innocent on how not even half of your cock is entering her and she's already whimpering at the feeling, her slick just multiplying every inch of your cock that's being inserted in her soaking cunt. <3

She still needed some time to get used at your throbbing shaft. How can she not, when you're already panting and leaving marks on her pretty neck?

When she's already accustomed to your ubdoubtedly huge shaft, she was already a moaning mess.

Even though she tried to hide her moans from you, she can't understand it as her body keeps on failing her to do so. It just feels so damn good, especially when it's you that's making her feel this good.

Her sweet moans against your ear continuing to make your cock throb more, adding fuel to your thrusts until your tip poke at something that made the sweet little miko whine and cum in an instant. <3

Seeing at the reaction, you continued to thrust even after she's still recovering from her recent climax.

"Hmngh, w-wait— I-I just came— R-right th-there..! T-too sensi..–tive..!"

Ears twitching and tail thrashing on the white silk sheets, as it feels too pleasurable and sensitive for the little fox. <3

Still thrusting inside her warm caverns, you soon realized what your tip poked. Her cervix.

Being more determined than ever, you continued thrusting until you saw it on her lower abdomen, your cock so deep inside her that you entered her womb.

The innocent little fox still squirming and fucked up, still on a trance on how you made her feel so good.

Smirking ever so slightly and turned even more if possible as you saw the bump disappearing everytime you went out, pressing on it while staying deep inside miko.

Even though she just climaxed, the innocent fox still managed to cum on your cock too fucked up after seeing the little bulge on her pretty abdomen, breathless and only thinking about the cock that's pounding hard into her womb and cervix.

Cumming deep inside her, every ropes of your cum being emptied out on her needy cunt as she shamelessly chases your lips to muffle her moans, still being embarassed at all the noises she makes.

"Hah.. fuck, Taking all of my cum inside you so obediently, such a good girl for her master."

After this, she knew she won't get enough of you fucking your cock so deep into her needy cunt. <3