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The Most Beautiful High Lady

Rhysand X Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: Its getting close to Starfall the second one since Rhysand has been home from Under the Mountain. You want to dress to impress him and go to a new dress shop in Velaris and shocks you by the visceral behavior and your High Lord, your mate, will not stand for it.

A/N : First things first I want every reader reading this: YOU ARE BEATUIFUL. Any person who is buying a dress or a suit or whatever for a big event like wedding etc. You should be able to feel beautiful and confident and not left feeling upset and self conscious. This is loosely based off the terrible experience myself and my bridesmaids had at a bridal store yesterday which had me reeling and It sparked this idea that Rhysand would never stand for anyone insulting his Female or any female for that matter.

Content Warnings: Body shaming, rude snide comments, skipping a meal, body insecurity, angst,

Word Count: 2.7 K

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“Have you thought about losing a couple pounds?”

You blinked. And blinked again. “Excuse me?”

The consultant at the dress shop gave a saccharine smile, “Well we only have a small selection of sizes here and I just don’t think you’ll find a Starfall dress in your size. It would be cutting it close if we placed a special order.” She looked my body up and down, “I mean I just don’t believe we have what you will be looking for.”

You crossed my arms, “Can I at least make that decision for myself?”

She sighed and you didn’t miss her rolling her eyes. “I guess we can try a few dresses. It is the second Starfall with our High Lord home, best dress to impress. He is quite handsome.” She winked and you rolled your eyes, it wasn’t the first time someone had mentioned to you about your mate’s beauty but after the weight comment the mention of his beautiful perfect face stung.

You followed her to the back of the store hidden behind the show floor. The back of the store had poor lighting fae lights dimmed and was dingey. The dresses looked worn and tattered and forgotten and she grabbed a few off the rack, not regarding you to see if it was a style, you liked and herded you back to the back corner of the store. Another sickly smile graced the consultants face, “Let me know when you need help.”

You closed the curtain and tried on one of the dresses, that was a plain beige dress, that barely covered your thick thighs. You shrugged it off and grabbed the silver dress, and it did fit but it hugged you in all the wrong places accentuating your fuller stomach and your boobs were practically spilling out of the dress and once again shimmied the dress off. There was one final dress, a teal dress that had a high neckline and long sleeves and as you tried it on it fell on your body like a sack of vegetables. You walked out to find the female helping me to notice that she wasn’t there. You walked over to see her helping another client and fawning over her and one of the dresses.

Another consultant came up to you a younger woman who looked you once over and with a disinterested look, “Do you need me to clip you?”

You gave her a warm but distant smile, “If you wouldn’t mind.”

She herded you back into the corner, and clipped you, the dress was hideous, and didn’t accentuate your breast. “You may need a corset for this dress to not only slim you but also lift up your assets. Wouldn’t want them hanging down to your waist.” There was a pause, and the young female met your gaze through the mirror and noticed your mouth was agape and she huffed a chuckle playing it off at as a joke. Then she started fiddling with my hair, “You going to do anything with your hair for Starfall? I mean the High Lord is going to make an appearance. Might want to look your best.”

Clenching your jaw, you gave a tight lip smile and through your teeth, “I haven’t decided yet. Please unclip me.” The female did as you asked, and you rushed into the changing room and put on your regular clothes. Walking out, not bothering to thank them for the time you made your way home. You were not in that store for longer than twenty minutes and you walked away feeling confused and hurt and feeling self-conscious of the weight you had gained since Rhysand had come home. Did he feel a similar way to those women? It was hard to shake that thought as it wormed in my head as I reached the familiar path of my home.

Walking into the town home I heard the boisterous laugh of Cassian and Azriel in the dining room. I walked following their voices, the two were sharing a meal and Cassian caught my gaze, “Hi there, Sweetheart,” He patted a seat next to him and I made my way to sit next to him, “How was shopping? I kind of thought you would be gone longer,” two pair of hazel eyes on me.

I tried to tug down the dread from my early and gave the general a forced smile, “Shopping was fine, I went to one store and wasn’t really feeling shopping anymore.”

Cassian shrugged, kissed my cheek, and went back to his food meanwhile Azriel gaze was locked to yours. “Might as well join us in eating,”

Have you thought about losing a couple of pounds?

The consultant’s words rang in your ears, and you shook your head, “No thank you. I’m not hungry.”

Azriel squinted, “You didn’t eat breakfast though.” He crossed his arms and leaned back into his chair.

You tucked your lip in between your teeth before responding, “I ate before I went shopping.”

If Azriel caught your lie he didn’t let on and you were quick to stand up, “I’m going to spend the day working our room. I’ll see you at dinner.” You kissed Cassian’s cheek and walked over to kiss Azriel’s cheek. “Love you!”

As you walked up the stairs you heard the two say in unison, “Love you too!”

Once you’ve reached the room you sink to the floor, your head leaning against the wood. You unleashed your tears then. The anger, humiliation, the insecurity flowing through your body, and you tucked your legs close to you and buried your face in your knees as the tears turned into sobs. A single shadow swirling around the door going unnoticed by you and the wave of emotions crashing into you were being sent down to the bond that led straight to the High Lord of the Night Court.

When the sun went down, you pried yourself from the floor and you walked into the closet and removed all your clothes. It felt suffocating against your skin. You grabbed one of Rhys’ buttons up shirt his scent enveloping your nose and brought a wave of comfort. You were placing your hair in a hair pin when your ears heard the front door open and close and feet bounding up the stairs before the doors to your shared room slammed open causing you to jump.

His eyes met yours through the mirror, his hair was disheveled as if he ran his fingers through it multiple times, the stars were banked out of his eyes and his mouth was in a firm line, but he was quick to change it as he took in the fact that you were wearing his shirt your thick thighs causing the shirt to rise and the deep purple lace underwear peaked through and Rhys’ eyes darkened. “Hello, Darling.” He purred giving you a bright smile as he walked toward you. “How was your day?” His hands grazed your arms, and he kissed the top of your head. His scent of citrus and Jasmine overwhelmed you and you closed your eyes for a moment.

I opened my eyes You returned his grin, “It was lovely, got some shopping done, at some good food, missed you though.” His smile faltered as if you said the wrong thing. “What?”

“Darling, I felt your anger and hurt through the bond. Azriel told me that you’ve been crying in here for hours, and that you skipped two meals. I was hoping you would just tell me what happened.” You sighed and walked over to the large window overlooking Velaris crossing your arms. “Y/N, talk to me.”

You were shaking your head. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Rhys returned your sigh with one of his own and got up and removed his shirt and he walked up to you.

“Will you show me?” You turned to see his tanned face to find his violet eyes meeting yours, he cups your cheek his thumb stroking the apples of them.

After a moment of debating with yourself you give him a curt nod and you can feel his talon caress your mental shields. You open that spot just for him and relive the interaction earlier in the day. The snide comments, the dirty looks, the dresses that were pulled that made you feel large and not worthy of your mate. Rhys pulled away from your mind and you looked back out at window. “Those dressmakers came from the Autumn court. They fled the Autumn court they didn’t say why.” His voice was dark and cold, a voice he reserved for the Court of Nightmares.

You shrugged and willed yourself not to cry. “They kept bringing up how I should look my best for you. How just on the off chance that you would give me the time of day.” You hated the way your voice cracked, how it took no longer than 30 minutes to make you feel not worthy of your mate whom you have known for over a century.

“Why didn’t you tell them exactly who you were to me?” he swiped at the tears that were falling despite you willing them away.

“I was so taken a back by the time I left and processed what a happened I had long left the store. Are you ashamed of me?” His brows furrowed, and you spoke into his mind Am I worthy of being your mate?

He clenched his jaw, “Any person who makes you question the cauldron on giving me to you as your mate deserves to be kicked out of my territory.” You were about to walk away when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you where your back was pressed against his chest your head resting on his shoulder. “You are my mate. You are perfect for me. You are worthy of the title of my mate.” He began kissing down your neck, “You are worthy of the title of my wife.” His hands trailed up the shirt and unbuttoning until the shirt slides of your shoulder. “You are worthy of the title of High Lady.”

You stiffened and he chuckled as he sucked on your shoulder, “There has never been a High Lady,” You moaned out as his hand fondled your clothed breast.

“There will be. Soon. And those women will be dealt with,” He lifts his head and grips your chin turning you to face him. “But first, I will be reminding my wife just how much I love her.” He kissed you as his love was sent down the bond to you and he lifted you up and took you to bed.

~The Next Day~

Rhysand had linked your arm with his as you walked into the same boutique that you went to the day before, and the energy shifted. The consultant who had asked you if you thought about losing weight came up to the two of you. She bowed, “High Lord, what a pleasure to have you in our store.” She looked over at me, and she gave me a warm smile, probably not remembering me from the day before.

Rhys smiled though it did not reach his eyes, “Believe me, the pleasure is mine,” Rhys shifted his arm so that it can snake around your waist his thumb stroking the violet Cheffron. The floor length dress hugged your every curve and accentuated your breast to send a clear message on how to dress your body type. “We are looking for a dress, for coronation of the High Lady of the Night Court.”

She smiled at him, not regarding you, “Of course, would her lady in waiting know her measurements.”

You clench your jaw to prevent it from falling to the floor. The audacity of this woman. Rhys laugh echoed in my brain, as his smile turned more sinister, “The High Lady to be can tell you herself.” His eyes met mine, “Darling, any dress for your big day.” He gave you a kiss on your nose eliciting a full-blown grin on you face.

In your head he purrs, Give him hell, my love. Her face is priceless.

“If it’s alright with you I would like to look around.” You gave her my sweetest smile.

The woman tight lip nodded to her, “Of course, let me show you our top designers.” I held out my hand and Rhys laced his fingers with yours and you both made a show of walking around and looking at all the dresses. The consultants are tailing the two of you hoping you will pick a dress for a big event. “We have styles made for queens here so we can definitely find one for our High Lady.”

You hum in acknowledgement as you look around touching the different fabrics. You turn to your mate mischief was in his eyes and the stars in them twinkled. “My Love, these dresses look cheap.”

Rhys tsked and you’re trying really hard to suppress your giggle. “A shame. I was hoping that we were getting the Autumn Court’s finest. Its alright, we’ll go to our usual boutique they love making dresses for your gorgeous figure any way.” He leans in and whispers loudly, “As about much as I enjoy your figure nude.” Heat crept up your face as he winked at you. You are so beautiful when you are flustered.

Shut up.

As you wish my High Lady.

The woman made another attempt, “High Lord, I assure you that we do not have cheap dresses.”

You turned to her with all humor and lightness left your face. “Perhaps not, but the ugly attitude and awful service I received yesterday definitely cheapens the place.”

Realization dawns on her, “Oh my I remember you. I am so sorry. Had I known who-“

You held up your hand, “It shouldn’t have fucking mattered. I was a client who wanted to shop here, spend my money here. I was discarded and pushed in the corner as though you were embarrassed to have me in your store wanting to buy your clothes. I was not here for very long and in that short period of time you made me feel worthless, ugly, and not worth my mate’s time. If you did that with me, what are you do to others who look different than you. Do better. Because as of now this establishment reports back to me and I get one word from someone about how poor your service is, I will be sending you back to the Autumn court. Consider this my first act as High Lady. Are we clear?”

The woman nodded the group of consultants too nodded their head. “Yes, High Lady.”

You nod, and turned toward Rhys who shimmered Pride down the bond. “Rhys, let’s go I’m starving.”

Rhys smiled and kissed your hand, “Anything for my High Lady.” He led you out, pausing he walked back in and the women perked up. “Make my Mate feel less than the amazing woman she is, I will send you to the Court of Nightmares and feed you to the beast.” His smile was sinister as his eyes darkened. “Understand.”

The women said in unison, “Yes High Lord.” He nodded and walked backed out and saw you embracing the midday sun, your side profile showing your luscious curves that made his mouth water and the sun hit you perfectly making you look like a goddess.

“How did I get so luck to have the Most Beautiful High Lady in Prythian?” He kissed you with his hand gripping the back of your neck. And he pressed his forehead against yours. Gripping your hip and lacing your hand in his pulling you close. He began to sway you two even with no music playing.

You are the only person I know who would make me High Lady after worshiping my body just to prove a point to a disgruntled business owner.

He chuckled, Darling, you were going to be High Lady at Starfall. That was my surprise for you. You just sped up the timeline.”

You stared in his eyes, “I love you, Rhys.”

He kissed your forehead, “I love you most. My beautiful High Lady.” And the two of you proceeded to sway for an hour with no music, just the sound of their steady heartbeats.

~Thanks for reading!

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b00kdiary · 9 months ago

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Okay I've been debating about requesting this. However, I think you would do this lovely.

Reader is shopping for her wedding dress and is really excited only for the workers. They treat her terribly for her size and make her feel uncomfortable, so she leaves trying on only like 2 dresses and feels icky and when her mate (Cassian) wants to cuddle he can sense somethings off especially when he evades his touch.

Take some liberties with it. But I had this experience recently with my bridesmaids, and we didn't feel insecure, but we all left feeling really angry and upset

Full disclosure I did write something similar to this with Rhys, but I would honestly love your take with Cassian because I think you write him beautifully 😍

Mine | Cassian

Cassian X Plus Size reader

Y/N goes wedding dress shopping and is confronted with females who make it clear that they think she’s unworthy of being Cassian’s mate, that she shouldn’t be his wife. Cassian shows her just how fucking wrong they are.

Warning: Mature themes (18+), swearing, body image issues and mean comments, fluff, angst and Mild Smut. (A/N to the lovely person who requested this I am sorry this happened to you, and I hope this work is how you'd like!)

MASTERLIST - 1 and 2

"A size 18?"

The female before me asked again – for the third fucking time.

And just like the first and second, her beautiful face twisted, lips curling in a cruel smirk, blue eyes widening and her tone – I could hear the condescension in it. But what really took the cake was how her eyes raked down my figure, from head to toe looking at me like I was dirt on her shoe.

"Yes," Mor breathed, speaking sharply through her clenched teeth. I glanced sidelong at her, nervous at the anger simmering in her golden eyes. "She said that already. Thrice."

The female's eyes slid from me to Mor, and she had the good sense to look uneasy at the blonde's wrathful expression. I kept my face neutral when she met my gaze, a faux-innocent smile on her pink lips before she dipped her head in a bare nod and scurried away.

I glared as her long, slender legs carried her, shapely hips and slim waist swaying with every graceful movement. No wonder why she was looking at me like I was the fucking elephant in the room. She was tiny, as was every other worker in this stupid shop.

"I am going to pluck her eyes from her head," Mor seethed quietly from beside me. I turned to her, bracing my hands on my soft hips as I met her furious frown. "And tear her tongue from her mouth. She is awful."

"Yes, she is," I chuckled, pushing down the ache in my chest as I met Mor’s stare. I wouldn’t let her meanness affect me. Nor would I let Mor try and defend my honour. “But we’re here for a wedding dress, this is meant to be fun. Just ignore her.”

Mor sighed, tucking the strands of her long blonde hair from her face. I gave her a hopeful smile and I could see her physically forcing down her anger for my sake. A second later her golden eyes met mine and she beamed.

“You’re right, this is meant to be fun,” Mor grabbed my hand, smirking as she tugged me along the shop floor to the dressing room, passing the dozens and dozens of gorgeous gowns. “And you're going to marry your mate. Cassian is one lucky male.”

We passed a group of female workers, re-organising the rack – and it was almost comical how they all halted at Mor’s words, eyes widening. Mor’s smirk broadened and she shot them a cruel, amused look.

“Mate and soon-to-be wife of General Cassian of the Night Court,” Mor continued, feigning ignorance to the group of females now listening. Their faces ashen as they flickered their gaze to and from me. “You really do need the perfect dress.”

I rolled my eyes at her gloating tone, slapping her hand in mild scolding as we stopped before the dressing room doors. I tried to ignore how the workers watched me, but I could feel their deadly stares boring holes into my back, all over my body – I could feel the awful judgement.

“I think the one we chose will be perfect,” Mor continued, oblivious to the stares I was getting and the whispers behind my back. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing an easy smile onto my lips as she gushed. “The neckline, the bodice, the skirt – Cassian won’t know what hit him.”

“Let’s wait and see if they have my size first,” I muttered, drumming my fingers impatiently as we waited. Mor shot me a look, frowning but I just stared ahead. I didn’t want her to feel bad for me.

“If this store doesn’t another will,” Mor said, her tone a shade softer now. “Besides, we have the best tailors in Velaris, we could have a gown fit for a queen made for you if you wanted. I know Cassian would want nothing less than the best for you. So do the rest of us.”

A gown fit for a queen. Something fit for the mate of the General. The thought made me feel nauseous for some reason. Still, I gave Mor another smile, nodding along as if I liked the idea.

Mercifully, the female worker arrived before Mor could press me anymore about what I thought. Or unmercifully if the fake smile she wore as she approached was any indication. Or how she held that size 18 dress like the largeness of it might rub off on her.

Mor was right. She is fucking awful.

“Here we are,” She chirped, draping the bag over my arm with more force than necessary. She eyed the dress, disdain in them. “Size 18. Sadly, that is the largest we do. So, hopefully, it fits.”

Hopefully sounded more like I hope it doesn’t – sounded like she wanted to laugh at me when it didn’t.

“Hopefully,” I gritted out, shooting her a bland smile before walking away without another word.

Mor chuckled quietly as she followed after me, leaving that awful female standing there – dismissed. Perhaps it was mean, I was not someone who was ever rude to staff and yet this woman had brought that side out of me.

She’d also brought out the side of me that felt sick with nerves at the idea of trying this dress on.

***

Mor began crying the second I stepped out of the changing rooms wearing the dress.

“Oh Cauldron,” She laughed, red-painted nails coming to her face, wiping the endless tears away. I smiled as I descended the steps moving toward the mirrors. “You look beautiful, Y/N. Truly, you’re a dream.”

I smiled at my friend; throat too tight to voice how much her words meant to me. My legs shook a little as I moved toward the mirrors. The dress had fit, and she was right – I did look like a dream.

“Gods, it’s beautiful,” I whispered, voice shaking. I ran my trembling hands along the tight-laced bodice, down the soft silk material as it draped along my curved hips and fell in soft, elegant weaves down my thighs and to the floor.

It fit me like a glove. The simple, sweetheart neckline accentuated my chest, the bodice moulded perfectly against my waist and hips and the material looked rich, looked like it was made for a queen.

“You’re beautiful,” Mor said softly, coming to stand behind me in the mirror, tears glistening in her eyes as she ran her hands through my hair, “I think this might be the dress.”

“I think so too,” I laughed, my eyes burning with emotion as I stared at myself. Beautiful – it was a feeling I rarely experienced and yet, right now I did. I felt beautiful. “This is my dress.”

Mor shrieked, and I flinched at the shrill sound as she laughed, hugging me so tight I could scarcely breathe. I giggled, sniffing as I wrapped my arms around her slender frame, and I was beaming just as broad as she was.

Until the door cracked open.

And that female stood in the doorway. Frowning at me.

“You’ve found your dress then?” She said tightly, interrupting Mor’s elated nonsensical muttering about Cassian and the wedding and something about drinking. “It fits.”

I straightened as Mor pulled away from me, all remnants of a smile gone from her lovely face, and she was as stiff as me as we turned to that female. I swallowed as her blue eyes racked across my figure, something akin to disgust rippling like waves through her gaze.

“Yes,” I said tightly, my arms unconsciously folding over my chest. As if to shield myself from her judgment. “It fits.”

“Excellent,” She replied, sounding anything but thrilled. But still, she smiled, an ugly sight, before she beckoned Mor to follow her. “We can figure out the details while she gets out of the dress. I imagine it might take a while.”

Mor’s canines flashed and the female took a step back in surprise when Mor looked as if she might lunge for her – and rip out her throat with her teeth. But I clamped my hand down around her wrist before she could. Her golden eyes turned to me, incredulous, but I merely shook my head with a warning in my eyes.

“That’s fine,” I said sharply, meeting her blue eyes and raising my chin, “I’ll see you both in a few minutes then.”

“Fine,” Mor muttered, sighing as my fingers uncurled from her wrist. I could see the anger on her face as she followed after the female. And rightfully so, the female kept a good distance between them as they exited the room.

I released a tight breath as I moved back to the changing room, locking the door and slumping back against it once I was inside. And just like that, I felt awful again. I felt big like I was taking up too much space. I felt ugly like this dress wasn’t for me. And most of all I felt unworthy.

A mixture of anger and sorrow washed over me as I slipped out of the dress and back into my usual leggings and top. I tried to not dwell on how that female had looked at me, how swiftly she had yanked me back to reality with something as simple as her words.

It shouldn’t have mattered and yet, for some reason it did.

“Did you hear-“

I heard the soft giggling voice as I yanked my shoes on, two pairs of footsteps and rustling clothes sounding in the main part of the dressing room. Admittedly, I might have softened my movements to hear them. I had a horrible feeling I knew what they were talking about.

“The female who came in before asking for a size 18,” She whispered, spitting the size like it was acid on her tongue. My chest tightened. “She’s mated to and marrying General Cassian. Cassian who looks like a God is tied to her.”

“Cauldron spare him,” The other female choked on a laugh, and they both sounded almost sorry for him – like they pitied Cassian for having me as a mate. “The least she could have done is lose some weight for the wedding. I’m a size 2 and I would have tried to get down to a 0, never mind being her size.”

Her size.

Hot, searing embarrassment spread over me like a fire. But I forced down the humiliation and the bile twisting in my gut as I rose to my feet grabbing my purse and unlocking the door as loudly as I could. They stopped speaking and moving, instantly.

And my face was like steel as I stepped out into the main room. And watched their eyes widen, faces turning ashen. It would have been amusing if they hadn’t just torn my sense of self to shreds.

“Oh-“ One of the females gasped upon seeing me. Dumb struck. I saw them both glancing at each other, faces reddening and scrambling to find the words to explain what I had overheard.

I said nothing as I began stalking away, but I kept my face hard and my back straight as I exited the room and moved back through the shop floor. They were scurrying after me, like the rodents they were, likely to beg me not to say anything.

“Y/N!” Mor grinned as she stood at the counter, the first female and another, older female by her side, sorting through some paperwork. Mor’s smile dimmed when she saw my stormy expression. “What-“

“We’re not buying that dress,” I said simply as I stopped at the desk. All eyes latched onto me in surprise. “I won’t be buying anything from this store.”

Mor blinked at me. But upon seeing the severity on my face, the way my hands were clenched around my purse until my knuckles turned white, she didn’t push it.

“All right,” Mor nodded, dropping the papers in her hand, and slipping her bag around her shoulder. She looked at me and smiled, “Let’s go.”

“Wait. Wait-“

I glanced at the older female, seeing the confusion and panic on her face. But it was nothing compared to the panic of the female worker beside her. She looked like she might pass out.

“I’m the manager here, ladies,” The elder female said, and her eyes were kind. She seemed kind. “If you have any issues, please I will do whatever I can to remedy it.”

“You’re the manager?” I asked, and she nodded. I smiled - it was not a kind sight. “Then you should know that I intended to buy that dress, it was lovely. But I won’t.”

“Because of her,” I looked at the first female at her side, my tone as sharp as a blade. She stiffened, like a doe caught by a predator as all eyes fell to her.

“And them,” I turned back to where the two other females stood. Just as stiff, just as caught off guard. Still holding the garments, they had been fixing when they were discussing my body in the dressing room.

“I’d re-think the kind of people you employ here, how they speak and treat your customers,” I said, turning back to the eldest female. She had anger in her eyes now – like this wasn’t the first time. “Because I won’t pay to be ridiculed. And I will ensure that no female I know will come here either, not with the likes of them working here.”

“I apologise for whatever offence they caused, my dear,” She frowned, shaking her head at me. She genuinely looked upset. “I will deal with this accordingly.”

I turned my attention to the workers, to the anger and tears in their eyes. They glared at me as if this were my fault. I shot them a saccharine smile before turning, Mor on my heel as we walked away.

“Are you all right?” Mor asked me softly when we left the shop and walked back into the bustle of the main street.

“I’m fine,” I lied, keeping my eyes straight ahead. “I just want to go home. It’s been a long day.”

***

I hear Cassian and Azriel’s laughter the second Mor and I step into the house. And Cassian must sense my presence because I feel a soft brush down the bond, adoring and needy as if trying to coax me to come to him faster.

“Sweetheart,” Cassian grins the second I walk into the room, his handsome face lighting in the most breathtaking way as he rushes over to me. His arms are around me in a second, enveloping me in a great, crushing hug.

It would be sweet. Except his hands dig into the flesh at my back. I can feel my stomach pressing into his hard, carved chest. And he’s lifting me, Gods, I cringe as my feet lift off the ground and he’s bearing all my weight.

“Hey, Cass,” I mutter, trying to force an easy smile onto my lips as he drops me gently to my feet. I push at his chest, pulling free from his hold as I step back, and I don’t miss the small, confused frown he gives me. “Hey, Az.”

Azriel smiles at me, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes as I stiffly move around my mate, every inch of me hard and wilting from his loving touch.

“You don’t have any bags with you?” Cassian noted from beside me, his hazel eyes moving from Mor, who was shoving her several bags onto the counter and then to me, with none. “I thought you were going wedding shopping?”

“I didn’t find anything,” I said simply, moving on stiff legs to the dining table. I brush off Cassian’s hand on my back as I do so, and Azriel’s eyes narrow. But again, I ignore it all as I pour myself a glass of water, staring at the clear water as if fills my cup.

“That’s not true, she found a beautiful dress, the dress,” Mor said, her voice exasperated. And my fingers tightened around the glass as I brought it to my mouth and sipped. “She was going to buy it, but the workers were such assholes to her-“

“Workers?” Cassian cut in, voice sharpening. I sighed when he marched to me, towering height peering down at me with anger and concern in his eyes. “What shop? What did they say-“

“Nothing, Cass,” I kiss my teeth, brushing away the hand he brought to my face, annoyance flaring in my eyes. His frown deepened, and so did the tension in the room. “Nothing happened, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” Mor argued, and my jaw clenched, as I looked away from my mate to the glass in my hand. “They were mean, Y/N and the way they spoke to you and looked at you, the way they treated you-“

“Mor!” I slammed the glass onto the table, so hard the wood shook from the impact. My sharp yell echoed through the silence as everyone stared at me – shocked. “I said it was fine. Just stop.”

Mor blinks at me, her face falling. I regret yelling at her immediately.

“I’m sorry,” She mutters, guilt in her eyes. I feel Cassian and Azriel’s attention unwavering on me and it’s too much. “I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine,” I whisper, voice shaking. My entire body is shaking as I step away from them, unable to meet anyone’s eyes. “I’m- I’m going to go get some rest.”

“Y/N,” Cassian called my name as I turned, but I could feel the tears burning in my eyes. So, I kept walking, and walking, and walking.

***

I’m sitting on the chaise in one of Cassian’s old shirts, reading and re-reading the same line in my book when he comes in.

I don’t lift my eyes from that one page, even as my heart thunders in my chest as he silently stalks over to me. I know he can hear my heavy breathing and erratic pulse; I know he can feel my sorrow in waves down the bond.

His footsteps are nearly silent as he moves toward me, and I feel his eyes like a brand on my skin. I suck in a harsh breath when he stops and drops to kneel before me. His large hands brace on my thighs, his face levels with mine and I’m shaking as I keep my eyes down.

I hear his throat work and I clamp my eyes shut when his hand comes forward, gently taking the book I wasn’t reading from my hands and discarding it on the floor beside him. So gentle, so tender, I could feel it just in the way he watched me.

“Look at me, my love,” Cassian whispers, fingers curling around my thighs. I cringe as he kneads my flesh, but his touch is adoring. “Please, look at me.”

I took in a stabilising breath before I fluttered my eyes open and lifted them to meet his. My heart broke at the pain in his eyes, that lovely face twisted with hurt as he beheld me.

“I’m fine,” I muttered. My voice broke. But still, I shook my head, trying to smile. “I’m fine Cass.”

“No, you’re not baby,” Cassian frowned, and a tear slid down from my eyes when his hand lifted and cupped my cheek, darkness in his eyes as he tracked that tear. And the next. And the next. “What happened? What did they say? I can’t fix it if I don’t know.”

My bottom lip trembled as more tears fell from my face, and Cassian released a broken, desperate groan as I tried to fight back my sobs. I curled one hand around his strong wrist, just needing to hold him, to anchor myself to his strength.

“They were looking at me like I was disgusting Cass,” I whispered, unable to say the words any louder. I kept my eyes closed as I spoke - I couldn’t face him. “Like just for existing in my body I should be ashamed.”

He shook with rage. I felt it down the bond, that primal, deadly anger that he rarely ever exhibited but when he did it was catastrophic.

“And when they heard, I was mated to you, that I would be marrying you,” Another sob broke free from me and his hand tightened at my jaw. He leaned forward, trembling as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I overheard them talking about how gorgeous you were and how fucking awful it was that you were mated to me.”

Pain danced through the bond, his pain not mine.

“And I just felt so guilty,” I breathed, sniffing as the tears leaked into my nose and mouth, as Cassian let them soak him too. “You should have a female walking down that aisle who is beautiful and thin, I didn’t even try and lose weight for the wedding, I’m sorry Cass-“

“Stop.” He snarled. And my eyes blinked open latching onto the searing, furious rage in his gaze. “Stop.”

“Cassian – “ I gasped as he grabbed me, fingers curling around my waist and hips and before I knew it, he was lifting me, spinning us so that he sat on the chaise, and I was straddling him. So fast. So easy. Like I didn’t weigh a damn thing.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” Cassian said severely, hand cupping my cheek and forcing my eyes to stay on his. I had never seen him so serious. “I’m going to speak and you’re going to listen, okay?”

I nodded slowly, blinking away the tears as I stared at him.

His hand stayed on my jaw, the other curling around my thigh and keeping my body flush with him. Every inch of me felt every inch of him. I tried not to cringe at what he could feel.

“Do not ever let anyone, male or female, make you question your worth and beauty,” He said, his voice steady and firm. So were his eyes. “Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you are not enough. You are worthy of the world and more, do you hear me?”

I swallowed, my throat painfully tight but at the command in his gaze, I nodded again.

“I should kill those females for speaking about you like that, for making you think that any inch of you is ugly,” He snarled softly, canines baring, and I hated how he frowned, wanting to rub away the crease between his brows. “You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful female I have ever seen in my life. And I thank the Mother every fucking day that she made you mine. That she made me yours.”

A tear trickled down my face. Cassian’s eyes softened and he rubbed that tear and the next away with a tender brush of his thumb.

“Don’t ever think I don’t love your body, I do, I love every curve baby, I can’t resist them,” He sighed, and my eyes fluttered as his hand began to languish across my thighs, moving over my fleshy hips and the rolls at my back with need. “I don’t want you to change anything about yourself, not for me, or a wedding, or to fit into a dress. I want you just as you are.”

“Are you sure?” I whisper, my voice so weak. And Cassian’s face falls at it, at the doubt and vulnerability in my words. “I don’t want to embarrass you Cassian.”

“You could never embarrass me,” He scoffs, and my body melts into his as his hand curves around to cup my ass, dragging me forward so that not even an inch of space remains between us. “I am nothing but a brute. A bastard. But with you? I am the luckiest male in the world, I get to have your heart, your smile, and your body to love and worship and comfort for the rest of my life. I pity other males who don’t have you.”

“You’re not a brute or a bastard or anything else of the sort,” I frown, denial sparking like embers in my eyes. Cassian laughs, his throat thick with emotion, but he laughs at the immediate anger in me. “I love you Cassian. Just like you love me.”

I knew he did. I never should have questioned it.

“And I love you, baby,” He smiles, that kind of smile that knocks the air from my lungs. “I love you so fucking much. I don’t want you to forget it but if you do, I will always be there to remind you.”

My eyes flutter shut as he presses his lips to mine, and the feeling is just like home. It’s like finding the other half of my soul and feeling it slot into place the second we meet. It’s perfect.

Cassian grins as I moan, my lips parting to let his tongue sweep in, hot and exploring, tracing against my teeth and tongue like he wants to devour me. His hands ravish along my body, palming my ass, cupping, and toying with my aching breasts, rubbing that deliciously thick length up into me.

“So responsive,” Cassian praises, running his tongue along my lips teasingly and I whimper as he rolls his hips against my wet, swollen clit, so hard I can feel him through his slacks and my underwear. “So beautiful when you’re rubbing against me, my love.”

“Cass,” I moan, eyes fluttering as presses wet kisses against my jaw, his hands cupping my ass and dragging me back and forth over his cock. He groans a rough, lewd sound, one that goes straight down to the heat between my thighs.

“I think you should forgo a dress on our wedding day,” Cassian grumbles against my cheek, hazel eyes flashing mischievously as I grind down against him, faster and harder. “I couldn’t imagine a better sight than you walking down that aisle completely naked, looking like the goddess you are.”

“Cassian,” My back arched, the slickness between my thighs growing more and more, especially as he growled those filthy words into my ears. His hands do not stop for a second, exploring and touching every inch of me.

“Whatever dress you wear will be on the floor anyway,” He chuckles darkly, and I clench around nothing when he shifts me back, his hand slipping between our bodies to untie his slacks. I groan when he pulls his cock free, eager as I push my underwear to the side and line him up to my entrance.

“I plan to make love to this perfect cunt from the second you’re tied to me,” He snarls softly and I’m a moaning mess as I sink, taking inch after inch into my wet core, loving how good he stretches me. “A dress would just be an unnecessary obstacle.”

His teeth nip and bite against my throat as he maxes out inside me and I have to brace my hands on his chest to calm myself, stretched so wide, feeling him so deep. He grins at how breathless and desperate I am, seated inside me like this was his home.

“You want me to walk down naked on our wedding day?” I lift my eyes to him, clenching around him and watching his eyes flutter at the feeling. I smirk, cupping his jaw as I slowly roll my hips. “With so many males present?”

His eyes darken. Like death.

“Rhysand, Azriel, Helion, Varian,” I roll my hips again, moaning at the spark of pleasure that runs through me. Cassian’s hands tighten on my hips, hard enough to bruise and my smirk broadens. “Lucien, Jurian, Eris-“

“I will kill them all before letting them see you naked,” Cassian bucks his hips up violently, slamming his cock to the hilt. I choke on a gasp, slumping into his awaiting embrace.

“Every-“ Thrust. “Last-“ Thrust. “Fucking-“ Thrust. “One.”

I cry out as he drives his cock into me, the sound of my arousal dancing through the air, mixing with my moans. Cassian groans, and I can feel that primitive Fae instinct in him as he fucks me as if he wants to imprint himself onto my very skin.

“You’re mine, baby,” His canines bite against the junction of my throat, just as his cock hits a deep, spongey spot inside me. “All fucking mine.”

“I’m yours, Cass,” I whimper, panting as he slides in and out of me at a brutal pace, every shift of his hips rubbing against my swollen clit. “I’m all yours, yours, yours – “

He smiles.

And fucks me for hours like I was his.

And he was mine.

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Until The Stars Go Cold

Summary: You thought that you and Kixx had something special with how he kissed you, how he held you, how he looked at you. But one day, he and all of his brothers vanished, and you were left behind with nothing more than one of his shirts to remember him by.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x F!Reader

Word Count: 1873

Warnings: Angst, but there's a happy ending

A/N: So, I was in a Kix mood, and so this was born. The AU here is that the clones figured out that they were created as weapons against the Jedi and fled the Republic, down to the youngest Tubie, without telling anyone.

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You pull your knees up to your chest and lay your cheek on your knees as you stare, unfocused, out the window at the lights of Coruscant.

It has been one year and three months since the clones vanished.

A year and three months since the last time that you saw Kix.

Since the last time you felt his warm hands on your face, saw his broad smile, and heard his comforting voice.

You curl the sleeves of the shirt you’re wearing into your fists and bury your face in the collar. Your shirt, Kix’s shirt, no longer smells like him. Hasn’t smelled like him in months. But if you close your eyes and pretend, you can almost smell his body wash on the material of the shirt.

You thought, with time, the hurt of being left behind would fade.

But it hasn’t.

Every day is harder than the one before. And, at this point, you don’t leave your house anymore. You have your groceries delivered, and you work from home. Only your oldest friends still visit, though you insist on cooking for them rather than going out.

Hell, even your parents don’t visit anymore.

Your mother claims that you depress her, and she can’t deal with it.

That’s fair, you suppose. You depress yourself at times.

A lot of the time.

You wish you knew where he was, where he went. You wish you knew if he was safe. If he was happy.

You wish a lot of things, these days.

A heavy sigh falls from you and you slowly uncurl from the couch when your alarm goes off. It’s gotten to the point where you have to remind yourself to eat, and to go to bed.

You’re pathetic.

No wonder no one wants to spend time with you.

You drag your feet as you head into the kitchen and absently grab a box of noodles. If you make enough, you’ll have enough leftovers for several nights worth of dinner.

Sure, eating the same meal several nights in a row can’t be the best for you, but so long as you’re eating something, you don’t think anyone will give you too hard of a time.

You grab a pot from the dishwasher, fill it with water, and set it on the burner to wait for the water to boil.

While you wait, you lean against the counter and pluck a picture off the fridge.

It’s a photo of you and Kix.

He was your plus one to your sister’s wedding. Your brother-in-law bought him a nice outfit to wear to the wedding, one that matched your bridesmaid dress.

And, while the pair of you were dancing, your mother snapped a quick picture of the pair of you. In the photo, Kix is staring at you with a bright grin on his handsome face, and you’re laughing at something he said.

The both of you look happy.

In your darkest moments, late at night when you’re tossing and turning in bed, you can’t help but wonder if Kix was just pretending. If you were just a placeholder for someone better.

Something better.

And the more time that passes, the harder it is to ignore those thoughts.

You place the picture back on the fridge, next to the other pictures that decorate it, and focus your attention back on the pot of water.

It’s not boiling yet, but you reach out and turn off the burner anyway.

You don’t feel like eating anymore.

You don’t feel like doing anything.

You just want to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

“Not a bad place to set up shop,” Kix glances at his older brother, who isn’t looking at him, but rather peering out the window to look out across the decently sized city that is swiftly growing outside the clinic that they, and all of their other medic brothers, run.

“It’s not half bad,” Kix agrees, his fingers gliding over the pale blue ribbon wrapped around his wrist for a moment before he focuses his attention back on the files he’s meant to be organizing.

“Meaning it’s not half good, either?” his brother asks with a wry twist of his lips, “Come on, even you have to admit that this is a better setup than we ever would have gotten with the GAR or the Jedi.”

Kix rolls his eyes, “The Jedi did their best with what they were given.”

“You can’t tell me that you miss Coruscant.”

Kix leans back in his chair and finally looks at his brother, “No. I don’t miss Coruscant.” His gaze slides away from his brother and settles on the simple picture frame sitting on his desk.

It was taken at a park, his beautiful cyare’s head tucked under his chin, and his arm secure around her shoulders, while he snapped a selfie of them. They’re both drenched in the picture, a sudden storm surprising them both, but she made the best of it and danced with him in the rain while laughing.

Kix reaches out and picks the picture up, a small smile crossing his face as his thumb brushes her face, “No. I don’t miss Coruscant at all.” He repeats, a pang of loneliness making his grip tighten around the picture.

“You know,” His brother leans over his shoulder and plucks the frame from his hand, “You can call her.”

The laugh that falls from Kix is surprisingly bitter, “Yeah? And say what? Hey babe, sorry for up and vanishing on you and not telling you where I was going, but I’m here now.” He snatches the picture from his hand and sets it back on his desk, “No. She probably hates me now. And I don’t blame her for it in the slightest.”

“So…what? You’re going to just sit here and pine over her?”

Kix scowls at him, “Go and get yourself a girlfriend, and then we can talk about pining. Jerk.”

“Hm…what’s her name?”

“...what?”

“Her name? What’s her name?”

“I’m not answering that.”

His brother eyes him for a moment, and then he smirks, “I bet Jesse knows. I’m going to go ask him.” He pulls away from Kix and heads towards the door, “I’m going. Here I go—”

“Di’kut!” Kix flings a datapad at him, “Why do you want to know her name anyway?”

“Uh, so I can call her and get her to tell you to stop being pathetic.”

“Well, now I’m definitely not telling you.” Kix counters dryly, “Don’t you have paperwork to do?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Probably. I’ll be back in a bit.”

And then he’s gone, and Kix is left alone with a pile of datapads that still need to be sorted and filed. A loud string of curses falls from him as he realizes that he’s been left alone with all of this work.

Several hours later, he gets word that Rex and several other Captains have left New Mandalore (working name in progress), though Kix doesn’t think much about it.

Rex has a good head on his shoulders, and if he’s leaving their new home it’s probably for a good reason.

Besides, it’s the end of the workday and he just wants to go home and talk to his picture of his cyare and tell her about his day, and about New Mandalore.

Force, he wishes she was here. He wishes he could hear her voice, and feel her gentle fingers against his skin.

He’d sell his arm for the ability to pull her into his arms and kiss her until she’s giggling and breathless.

He just…he misses her.

But he made his choice, and there’s no walking that back.

As he flops back on his bed, his gaze locked on her blinding smile, Kix feels his heartbreak.

He’s probably lost her forever…and the only person he can blame is himself.

Slowly Kix lowers the picture so that it’s pressed against his forehead, regret burning in his chest, “I’m so sorry, mesh’la.” He whispers to the empty room.

Three weeks later, Rex’s ship returns.

Kix isn’t there to greet them, he’s too busy. It’s easy to forget his heartbreak when he’s working, after all.

However that all changes when there’s a knock on his office door, and then Rex opens the door. He has a small smirk on his face, and Kix can’t help but lean back and eye him suspiciously.

“What did you do?”

“Me? Nothing. I’m innocent.” Rex replies with a growing grin, “Although, you do have a visitor.”

“A visitor? Did someone get hurt on your mission?”

“Not quite.” Rex moves to the side and motions to someone in the hallway.

And then Kix stops, his breath catching in his throat.

His cyare is standing in the doorway. Her hair is shorter, barely brushing her chin, and she’s nervously rubbing the back of her neck and she won’t look at him properly.

Ironically, the first two coherent thoughts that run through Kix’s mind are “she’s stunning” and “what is she doing here?”

“Cyare—” Her gaze lifts from the carpeted floor, and it’s like a punch to the gut. Her face is thinner than it should be, and she has dark circles under her eyes.

She looks about as tired as he feels.

She smiles at him, but it’s a weak, uncertain, smile, “Kix,”

He stands and crosses his office in two large steps. Kix presses a hand to Rex’s shoulder and shoves him out of his office, “Get out.” And then he tugs his cyare further into the room, his hands immediately moving to cup her face after he smacks the button that will lock the door behind them.

“Cyare,” His thumbs lightly caress her cheeks under her eyes, “You’re here. You’re actually here.” His sounds almost breathless, and he really should get ahold of himself, but he had convinced himself that he was never going to be able to touch her again, so he’s giving himself a pass.

“Rex insisted,” She murmurs as she leans into his touch, “Kix, I missed you.”

He leans in and presses his forehead against hers, “I missed you too. I’m…so, so sorry for leaving without saying anything. I should have warned you.”

She shakes her head, her eyes closed, “Rex explained. The safety of you and your brothers is so much more important than my hurt feelings.”

“What did Rex say?”

“That there was something inside you all that would force you to turn against the Republic,” She opens her eyes, “He wouldn’t go into detail, but he did make sure that I knew that you were all safe to be around.”

Well, thank the maker for small mercies, Kix thinks as he leans, heavily, against her.

“I am. We are.”

Her hands, so much smaller and so much softer than his own, come up and brush against his cheeks, “I would like to stay with you…if you’ll have me?”

Kix doesn’t dignify her question with an answer right away. He doesn’t have to, as his lips crash against hers. “Of course, you can stay,” He mumbles in between frantic presses of his lips against hers, “Please stay.”

She leans heavily against him, “Always. For as long as you want me.”

“Forever. Until the stars go cold.”

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justmystyles · 1 year ago

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hi there !! so i have a bit of a heavy request for you.

could you maybe do a hurt / comfort with harry where he finds out you’ve self-harmed and he comforts the SHIT out of you?

been going thru a bit of a rough patch lately , i hope this isn’t too much :)

have a good day lovely!!

Scars

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 2.2k

summary: can harry be the comfort you need after falling back into old habits?

warnings: self-harm

a/n: so i woke up to this ask first thing this morning, i usually stay away from heavy topics like this, just because they require a special amount of care, and i don't know that i can do them the justice they deserve. but i was so moved that this lovely anonymous user asked me to help them through thier rough patch that i got to work on it immediately.

anon - thank you so much for asking me to help you through this time. i know we don't know each other, but if you ever need someone to talk to, i am right here. and that goes for any of you. i know i'm new here, and just a faceless username on a website, but i am always happy to be a listening ear, or do whatever i can to be there for you.

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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your bare torso as you ran your fingers along the fresh marks. It had been years since you’d found yourself in this place, and you were silently cursing yourself for getting here as the tears streamed down your face.

The first time this happened, it was a complete accident. You had been so frustrated at something or other, you honestly couldn’t remember the initial catalyst at this point, that you had clenched tiny crescent shapes into your palms. As you watched the blood emerge, you felt a sense of calm. At least this pain was tangible. If you were going to be hurt, you wanted to at least see it. So that’s what you did.

For a long time after that, when life became too much, when you were feeling alone or misunderstood, you would mark yourself. You always knew it wasn’t the best way to handle things, but it gave you a sense of control you didn’t otherwise feel you had in your life.

You were usually pretty good at concealing the scars. Tucking them away the same way you did with your emotional struggles. Until you were asked to be a bridesmaid in your cousin’s wedding. The dress was gorgeous, your cousin knew about your body image struggles, and took the utmost care to find something that would be flattering for you, something you would be comfortable in. And then you tried it on, unprepared for the slit that went up to your mid-thigh, showing off your collection of scars. Nobody said anything at the fitting, even though they all noticed. A few days later, your cousin spoke to you privately, and you broke down, telling her everything. She was incredibly supportive, and worked with you to make sure you got the help you needed.

But here you were, years later, feeling like that sad, scared girl from all those years ago. You weren’t sure how it escalated to this point, you had been through a rough couple of weeks at work. Late hours, nonstop meetings, more criticism than praise. Your family were all so busy with their own lives that you barely had the chance to speak with them. And then there was the one person that was supposed to be your rock, Harry.

Harry was incredible. You had never felt so loved, so cared for. You still remember the first time you showed him your scars, and told him about your past. He listened with rapt attention, tears pooling in his eyes. When you finished, all he could do was place soft kisses to each of your scars, muttering apology after apology and promising to protect you from ever feeling that much pain again.

But he was on the other side of the world right now, he couldn’t be there for you in the way you needed. Between the time difference and your busy schedules, you felt like the two of you were merely pen pals. It wasn’t his fault, this was his job. You knew that, it was what you had signed on for when you started seeing him. That didn’t make you feel any less alone though.

You were startled out of your thoughts by your doorbell. You furrowed your brow as you checked the time on your phone. Who would be bothering you this late? You splashed some water on your face to hide your tears, and grabbed your shirt off the towel rack, throwing it on before moving to the door.

You left the chain on the door, opening it a sliver to see who was on the other side. The moment you were met with Harry’s sparkling green eyes and wide smile, the tears made their return. You stood in silence, the door partially opened as your brain tried to process that he was here, standing at your door.

“I think I’ve successfully proven I’m not a nefarious stranger, think you could let me in now?” He joked.

You closed the door just long enough to remove the chain before opening it wide, sniffing and wiping your eyes as you took him in, really took him in. Before you could react, he had charged over the threshold, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. “I missed you, angel.” He murmured against your skin as his lips left soft kisses against you.

“I missed you too,” you say as you pull back. He looks at your tear stained face, bringing his hand up to wipe the wetness away. “But what? Why? How?” You’re at a complete loss, he wasn't supposed to be back for another week.

Harry chuckled at your flustered state, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “I was able to get things wrapped up early, so I’m here to surprise you.”

After a few more hugs and whispered I missed yous, the two of you got settled on the couch, turning on the television for background noise as you caught each other up on the past few weeks.

Once he had gushed about the projects he had been working on, and you had shared some minor details about your world, you got settled in his arms and the two of you started watching television, just enjoying the feeling of being with each other again.

As the evening went on, Harry’s hand absentmindedly traveled under your t-shirt, stroking the skin on your hip before moving around and running up your stomach. You were half asleep, the comfort of being in his arms making you forget your actions from earlier in the day, so you didn’t register what was happening until he softly said your name in a questioning tone. You hummed in response.

“What happened here?” He stroked over the marks once more.

Your eyes went wide and you sat up, pulling your shirt down to ensure he couldn’t see anything. “Nothing.”

“Y/N,” Harry said in a gentle warning tone. He reached for the hem of your shirt, but you scooted away from him on the couch. “Please?” His tone was less of a warning and more of a plea this time.

You took a deep breath and lifted your shirt, holding the hem just below your bra line. Harry’s eyes went wide at the sight, running a finger down your stomach as tears immediately began to pool in his eyes. “Y/N, these are fresh.”

You open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a guttural sob. All of the pain, loneliness, everything from the past few weeks being released at once. Harry is on you in an instant, wrapping you in his arms allowing you to cry against his chest as he strokes your hair and holds you for as long as you need. You both know this is something you will need to discuss, but you’re also in no state to have that conversation right now.

“Shhh,” Harry coos. “It’s alright baby, I’m right here. Let it all out.” He holds you tighter, wanting to make sure you knew he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. His own tears begin to fall as he continues to listen to your wails, and feel your body shake against his.

The only words spoken for the remainder of the night are Harry’s assurances to you that he’s there, and that he’s got you. Eventually, the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms on the couch.

The next morning, you stretch your body as your hand comes to your eye, wiping the sleep away. You can feel that your face is still puffy from your tears, your head pounding. You look around and see that you’re alone. You stand from the couch and head out in search of Harry. You immediately hear the sizzle of a frying pan and make your way into the kitchen to see Harry’s back to you as he stands over the stove.

“Harry?” Your voice is raspy and low.

He turns immediately, greeting you with a sad smile as he takes you in. “Hey baby.” He steps up to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before bringing his hand up, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Go sit at the table, alright? Breakfast is almost ready.”

You nod and take your seat, watching as Harry disperses the scrambled eggs from the frying pan to two plates that are already stacked high with pancakes. He brings them over, placing one in front of you, and the other at the setting beside you. He then goes to the refrigerator, pulling out a bowl of fresh fruit, putting it between the two of you.

“Juice?” He asks, wanting to make sure you have everything you need before he sits down.

“Um… water please?” He nods, kissing the top of your head before going back to the refrigerator and getting you a glass of water.

When he returns, he takes his seat beside you and the two of you eat in silence, Harry occasionally reaching over to squeeze your thigh gently. His way of reminding you that he is there. You know a conversation is coming, but you don’t dare speak first, hoping to put it off for as long as possible.

Once you have finished eating, Harry clears the plates, putting them in the sink for later. He comes back to your side, taking your hand as he sits. “Baby,” he says softly, searching your eyes. “What happened?” You shake your head, dropping your gaze to the floor, he immediately slides his finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to his. “Talk to me. Please.”

You feel a lump in your throat when you hear the desperation in his voice. “I’m sorry.” You choke out.

“Hey hey hey,” he moves his hand from under your chin to cupping your cheek. “Don’t be sorry, you have nothing to apologize for. I just want to help you. But I can’t help if you don’t talk to me.”

You close your eyes, leaning into his touch and take a deep breath. The warmth of his hands on yours gives you the push you need to start. You tell him everything, all the things that have gone wrong over the last few weeks. The overwhelming feelings of hurt, loneliness, inadequacy. It feels so good to get it off your chest. You look at Harry as you speak, and you see no judgment in his expression, you know that he’s taking in everything you’re saying, and that his brain is working overtime to figure out how he can fix it, how he can make everything better.

Once he’s sure you’re finished, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap placing soft kisses along your jaw. “Baby, I wish you had told me. No good can come from keeping this all to yourself.”

“You were busy. I didn’t want you to worry about me.” You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his neck.

He tilts his head, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Angel, no matter what I’m doing I am never too busy for you. I want to be here for you for everything, the good and the bad. We’re a team, right?” He feels you nod against his shoulder, he places his hands on the sides of your neck, pulling your face back to look at him. “I need to hear you tell me, baby.”

“We’re a team.” You say softly.

“That’s right,” he brings your face to his, kissing you softly on the lips before kissing away the tears that had fallen. “One of the things I love most about us, about you, is that I know that no matter what is happening I have you. I can run anything by you at any time. Right?” You nod in agreement. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if everything was one sided like that? I came to you with my stuff, and you just took it on while also managing your own, all by yourself.”

“I don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are anything but a burden. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He assures you confidently. “Just you saying that proves how selfless and giving you are. But in order to take care of me, and everyone else who loves you, you need to properly take care of yourself.”

You nod in understanding. “Thank you.”

“No my love, thank you.” He said with a soft smile. “Thank you for trusting me with your heart. I promise you, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, if you pick up that phone and tell me that you need me, I am going to do everything in my power to give you whatever you need. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He pulls your face to his, kissing you deeply. Enough to feel all of the love that he has for you. He doesn’t just want to tell you how much you mean to him, he wants to show you. When he finally pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Do you want me to run you a bath? I think you could use some relaxation.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Of course, my love. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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Sycophancy or snark? A piece on Meghan style by u/Mickleborough

Sycophancy or snark? A piece on Meghan style The Daily Mail has a schizophrenic piece in which (cough) ‘celebrity stylist’ Martine Alexander praises Meghan‘s current dress sense: archived / unarchived(NB When I try to access Alexander’s website, I get a curious message.)https://ift.tt/kLHsKJY lyingHere’s the headline:https://ift.tt/8NSs24l byatchMeghan ‘has faced significant criticism regarding her clothing choices, particularly concerning the fit of her dresses and trousers.’And the wardrobeClearly we fashion ignoramuses are wrong:https://preview.redd.it/7vdg6lq3vzvd1.jpg?width=1604&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=cb881210003715a1380a310564f8d32dedfc62acEr…no. The oversized clothing trend is where clothes are exaggeratedly oversized, just to be clear that you haven’t bought the wrong size - which is how Meghan looks.https://preview.redd.it/hgs98ry5vzvd1.jpg?width=1452&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=7ff2b98c6a9b185b1a323b9c307b582fa510e127There’s also an explanation as to why Meghan seems to have laid off the designer labels:https://ift.tt/3gJyZSY this ocean of praise, there are some statements which might not place Meghan in such a favourable light:https://ift.tt/4VcaAIz are also statements that cast doubt that any prudent commercial fashion house is lending clothes to Meghan:https://ift.tt/qPKJxE3 mean, if that were the case, the clothes would fit her, and look good on her, no?And finally, it’s acknowledged that her virginal white wedding gown was too big:https://ift.tt/ZTQ30kg wonders why the experienced couturière didn’t advise her client on style, fit, and fabric, rather than allow people to think that the House of Givenchy was incompetent (which it must be, because it couldn’t even get bespoke bridesmaids’ dresses to fit, plus had to be altered by an external alterations tailor, not Givenchy themselves). post link: https://ift.tt/q35vTxI author: Mickleborough submitted: October 21, 2024 at 01:22AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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eva-knits12 · 7 months ago

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Lazy Weekend

Trigger warning: smut, multiple orgasms-both male and female, male and female giving oral, female and male receiving oral, watching each other masturbate, praise kink, dirty talk (not in a degrading way), fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial, fluff.

*This will be an 18+ over story. So if you're a minor, PLEASE DON'T READ. If you're 18+, read at your own risk!

Summary: Your fiance Steve Rogers comes back from a mission, and you both spend a lazy weekend together.

Steve is sleeping on his back, his arms wrapped you. He pulled you closer to him so that you could sleep on his chest. Your engagement ring sparkles in the early morning sunlight. Steve proposed to you on your birthday the year before, and he proposed with his mother's ring. He had it sized before he even popped the question.

The mission was to rescue and release hostages. The hostages were being held on a cruise ship, right off the coast of Spain. Tony and you both spoke fluent Spanish, so Tony really needed you. This wasn't your first mission where you were using the skills that you learned, thanks to your promotion. You really didn't want to mess it up. Everyone, including Nick Fury and Agent Coulson were also counting on you. You used the security cameras to guide everyone to safety.

You and Steve were exhausted. It was 9 a.m. by the time you both woke up. The automatic coffee pot made coffee earlier, but it was still on.

You and Steve were just going to have a lazy weekend together, and it wasn't often that you two had this. You and Steve had been planning for your spring wedding, and it was taking up a lot of time. This wasn't just any day. This was a day where you and Steve would become husband and wife, and spend the rest of your days as such. Today, you didn't have a dress fitting, and your bridesmaids have already had their dresses fitted. You also picked out the cake, the flavor, and planned on having cupcakes that looked like a waterfall.

Your and Steve's wedding was only a few weeks away, but it felt like it would be days away. Plus, your bridesmaids were throwing you a bridal shower next week, so having a lazy weekend with just you and Steve was a welcome change.

Steve had a few days old beard, and he always looked sexier with it. You and Steve were naked under the covers, and you both enjoyed a round of love making, which was your custom after missions. You both would have made love on the quinjet, but you both wanted to wait until you both got home, and were in bed. You both showered together afterwards, and made love in the privacy of your own home. In a way it was better than the quinjet, and Tony wasn't even around. If you both had, Tony would never shut up about it.

You just felt even more beautiful right now. Steve was right, you have a glow after you and Steve make love. Part of that glow was just from being in love with Steve, part of that was from making love to the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with.

After a while, Steve comes back with two cups of coffee, one black, the other with some vanilla caramel creamer and two sugars. You brush your teeth and wash your face while Steve fixes the coffee.

Steve is wearing his tank top and boxers. You're wearing a pair of panties and one of Steve's large hoodies. Steve is busy reading his book, and you're reading yours. Steve and you are just enjoying your coffee.

"Mmm, Steve, don't stop," you say.

Steve put his book down, and removed your hoodie, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Steve is kissing your bare shoulder, and your neck, and it feels so good.

"I can do this all day," says Steve, as he's kissing you all over right now.

"Mmmm, then we can spend the rest of the weekend in bed," you say.

"What's even better, is seeking you naked all weekend, doll," says Steve.

You and Steve wouldn't mind being naked all weekend.

You both finish your coffee. You and Steve don't get in the shower right away, instead, Steve kisses you lovingly.

"I love you, doll," says Steve.

"I love you, too, Captain Sexy Spangled Man," you say.

Steve and you kiss deeply and passionately. Steve lowers you down on the bed, and focuses on your more sensitive spots. You're enjoying the sensation, and you eventually remove Steve's tank top. He looked even sexier shirtless. Your panties are starting to become wet from your own arousal.

Steve starts to go down on you, and you are loving the sensation. Steve's kissing every inch of your pussy, and it's now starting to become soaked with your juices. You remove Steve's boxers, and lick your lips. You need Steve inside you NOW!

"Steve, please. Please! I need you, I need you inside me," you say.

"Mmm, soon doll, soon." says Steve.

You grab a hold of Steve. Steve's erection just feels good. You start to stroke him, and Steve let's out a moan. Beads of pre-cum were leaking out of his now swollen, red tip. Steve couldn't wait to be inside you. His erection was becoming more painful, more swollen, and was really throbbing.

When you were holding Steve's painfully erect penis in your hand, it turned Steve on even more! It turned you on, too because it felt good to hold Steve's erect penis, and you just loved the feeling of it. You also loved stroking him and it always felt beautiful, special, and Steve loved it. He loved how you made your strokes loving, and found a pace that worked for the both of you.

"Don't stop, doll," says Steve.

Steve has a look of pleasure and relief. You keep stroking him, because it's helping him feel much better right now.

"Are you feeling much better, Captain?" you ask.

Steve looked painful and uncomfortable. You keep stroking him until he felt better. Beads of pre-cum were still leaking out of him. Eventually, some semen started to leak out, leaving a white streak on your thigh. Steve was trying to keep his cum in. He really was waiting until he was inside you. He wanted to make sure you took every drop of him.

"OH, FUCK DOLL!" says Steve, as pleasure and relief washed over him.

Steve removes your panties, leaving you completely nude. Steve kisses every inch of your now naked and completely soaked vagina, Steve's tongue was dipping in and out, and he was also fluttering kisses to the lips of your pussy. Steve eventually reached down and was rubbing your nub with his thumb and forefinger, which was now swollen. It felt warm, and Steve wasn't too fast or too slow. His pace was perfect. With his other hand, he's dipping two fingers in and out of you, and this feels amazing. Steve always done this, giving you that clitoral stimulation that he heard so much about, You explained it to him, and what you can do. Steve wanted to try using his fingers on you, and he heard about this. This was all about pleasure for the both of you.

Steve and you tried different types of this, and Steve found toys too intimidating. He tried using a dildo, but found it confusing. You explained that he can use his fingers, if he liked, and he was willing to try that, and that he can use his other hand to stretch you, and his dominant hand to also stimulate you. When Steve tried it with his hands, you let your pleasure was over you. Steve was also turned on by this. You've been using this method ever since, since it worked for the both of you. You explained that clitoral stimulation just isn't for you, it's also for him. You both needed to be stimulated in order to make sex more pleasurable and more enjoyable for the both of you.

You also explained that one of you could sit, while the other masturbated. You could have him watch you masturbate, if that's a preference. Steve was curious about that one! So, one night, when you and Steve wanted to experiment with a different method of making love, you both watched each other masturbate. It turned out that it was a huge turn on for the both of you.

You started, slowly. You stood in front of him, you reached down, and started to rub your clit. You used your other hand to stimulate the feeling of Steve's cock inside you. Eventually, you let go, and your orgasm turned Steve on.

Then, it was your turn to watch Steve. You watched Steve, stroke himself. He kept doing this, and it was slow at first, the pace being perfect. Eventually, Steve lost control, and went faster. Steve let go, letting out a guttural grunt, but Steve was still erect. You told Steve to switch places, he could sit there, and he could spread his legs a bit to make room. You kissed Steve lovingly and passionately, paid close attention to his sensitive spots, and then straddled him. You grabbed the condom he remembered to grab, opened it, and then rolled it on him. He had his first orgasm as you were rolling it on him. You grabbed his cock, lined yourself up with him, and pulled him inside you. You both had sex right then and there, but it felt like it was so much more.

You also explained that you could both try making love using different positions. You explain that he can try ones where you're on top, and he's on the bottom. He very much liked the mastery. After watching each other masturbate, you loved to initiate sex. For Steve, it helped him, too. It made him appreciate you more, and he saw a side of you that he never saw before. It turned out you did have a bossy, dominant side that only came out during sex. Steve loved this! It helped him turn off his captain switch.

You explained how different positions make the act of sex more pleasurable, and that it was good for the both of you. Missionary was tried and true, but it gets boring having sex in one position only. So, the mastery was a winner. Doggy style-both the original and the standing version was another clear winner. Spoon was a winner. Lotus was also a clear winner. You explained that the different positions were for the both of you. Spoon and missionary were the perfect positions for lazy, slow, and perfect sex.

You also explained that lots of couples watch porn, and that's enough stimulation for some couples. You both tried that one, but it just didn't feel right for the both of you. Watching each other masturbate was the one!

You also explained that you could both make a video of the both of you having sex, and that lots of couples do this. You and Steve try that, and it was a clear winner. Steve and you had your own personal version of porn for just the both of you. This helped with watching each other masturbate because it helped give you that visual, and it helped move things along for the both of you.

"Steve, please, don't stop," you say.

Steve keeps going, and he keeps kissing your pussy, and he keeps dipping his tongue in and out. The feeling of his beard against your naked pussy just added to the sensation. He kept rubbing your clit, and you felt the coil in your belly about to snap.

Finally, the coil in your belly snaps, and there's no going back now. You let it happen. You feel it happening.

"OH, FUCK! FUCK STEVE! OH, FUCK!" you scream, as your first orgasm washes over you.

"That's it, doll. Keep going," says Steve.

"Keep working your way through this, doll. You're doing great, keep going," says Steve.

"Let it out. Don't hold back my beautiful dirty doll. Let it out," says Steve.

You keep going, and Steve keeps talking your through your orgasm. Your orgasm is over in no time.

"Good girl," praises Steve.

Steve is still rubbing your nub, and is still dipping his fingers in and out of you. Your juices from your arousal are all over his fingers.

"OH GOD! FUCK STEVE!" you scream, as this next one washes over you.

You let you orgasm happen, and Steve works through it.

When you had your first orgasm, Steve liked to talk you through it, and work through it, which helped the both of you.

Good girl," says Steve.

Steve raises his fingers to you, which are now covered in your juices. This was something new, and Steve really wanted to explore this.

"There you go, keep sucking," says Steve.

Steve is talking you through this, and you also discover that you like this. It seems so innocent, but so dirty, to be sucking the arousal off of your fiance's fingers.

"Mmm," you say.

"How does it taste? I bet it tastes sweet," says Steve.

"Mmmmmm, this tastes so sweet, and it tastes so good," you say.

"There you go, keep sucking, You're doing great," says Steve, as he's rubbing your clit. The more stimulated the both of you were, the better.

"Keep sucking, you'll be rewarded," says Steve.

"Are you finished? Do you still need to keep sucking your juices from your pussy?" says Steve.

"I still need to keep sucking, Captain," you say.

"Good girl," says Steve, when you not only said your need, you also called him Captain.

Steve also discovered that you had a praise kink, and he took that and ran with it. He didn't take advantage of it, You both discovered this by accident. You and Steve were making your first video of the both of you having sex, and well, Steve started to praise you. You loved it, and he praised you when you had an orgasm. That made him even harder, and when it was your turn, you also discovered that he actually liked dirty talk. Yep, Captain "Language" America actually liked dirty talk in the bedroom. Who knew?

Steve wasn't even inside you, yet. Your orgasm actually pleased you, and it pleased him, and only caused him to become harder. Steve had even more cum leak out of his already swollen cock.

Eventually, Steve grabs himself, lines himself up with you, and with you also holding him, you both guide him inside you. Semen was already coming out of him at at unholy speed. You're legs are already spread, and Steve welcome this. He kisses you passionately and deeply, and you both just lie there for a few minutes. You just feeling Steve inside you just made him feel even better. He wanted to wait for a few minutes until the swelling went down even more. You let out a sigh, and Steve lets out a guttural moan when he enters you.

"That's it. You get to now have my cock. You've been waiting, and you've been so good, my dirty slut," says Steve.

"Shit, doll! Oh, fuck. this feels good!" says Steve.

Steve's cum was already starting to fill you, and seeing you enjoy the sensation of Steve's cum filling you was turning Steve on even more. You were turned on by the very feeling of Steve being inside you, filling you with his hot, white cum, and it actually felt good for the both of you. This was the first time you and Steve didn't use a condom, so sex actually felt even better, because there was nothing between your bodies. Normally, you or Steve would reach for a condom. Not this morning. You and Steve discussed this ahead of time, and Steve wanted to wait until you both got back from the mission.

Steve and you kiss lovingly and deeply again, this time Steve starts to move. You rock your hips, and Steve welcomes this. This time, Steve starts out slow, and you love this. Steve and you would speed up to an even faster pace that was perfect for the both of you.

"Shit, doll. You feel so good! This feels so good!" says Steve.

"Mmm, Steve. Please," you say, as Steve is kissing the spot on your neck that is making you see stars.

"Mmm, right there," you say.

"Please, what, dirty little whore?" says Steve.

"Please, don't stop. Please, move inside me," you say.

"That's better, my dirty doll," says Steve.

Steve moves inside you, and you let you're primal urge to come happen. Steve feels this, too. You need to come, he needs you to come. You feel the coil in your belly snapping.

"OH GOD! FUCK STEVE! FUCK!" you scream.

"Good girl," praises Steve.

Steve is still moving inside you, and he now feels much better and much more comfortable. Making love to you right now was keeping him going. Releasing his warm, white liquid inside you was keeping him going, and you anticipating this was even more of a turn on. Just helping your fiance with his painful, swollen erection was enough of a turn on for the both of you

Eventually, you wrap your legs around Steve, giving him a new angle. Steve is welcoming the new angle, and eventually, he picks up the pace. You welcome this.

"Not sure how much longer I'm going to last, doll," says Steve.

Eventually, Steve speeds up, and his thrusts have now become faster and sloppier. Steve slows down, and in one final thrust, he lets go inside you.

"OH, GOD! "OH, FUCK, CAPTAIN! OH, GOD!" you let go, letting pleasure wash over you.

"Good girl," says Steve.

"OH, FUCK, DOLL! SHIT, DOLL!" screams Steve, as his orgasm washes over him, making you have another orgasm that was completely unexpected, and came out of nowhere.

"OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK CAPTAIN! OH, MY FUCKING GOD, CAPTAIN!" you scream, as your final orgasm washes over you.

"Good girl," says Steve.

You feel Steve twitch inside you, and you also feel his warm white liquid being released inside you. Ropes and ropes of his cum were already being released inside you, and they were filling you in a way that satisfied you. It was also satisfying for Steve, knowing that your and Steve's lovemaking made you both feel pleased, and it was better than your ex-partners. You pull Steve down for a loving and passionate kiss, and you and Steve just lie there. Steve is still inside you, and you're both coming down from your highs.

"I love you, Captain Handsome," you say.

"I love you, doll," says Steve.

You and Steve kiss passionately again, and Steve rolls off you, wrapping you in his arms.

"Mmm, that was amazing, Steve," you say.

"Mmm, that was the best," says Steve.

With all the wedding planning, missions, and the fact that you were working more, love making between you and Steve also fell by the wayside. But today, it was all about your and Steve's primal urge to express your love as a couple.

You kiss Steve lovingly, and are just lying with Steve, under the covers. You and Steve are just staring at each other lovingly, and Steve kisses you lovingly again. Steve grabs some boxers and his favorite hoodie, and Steve grabs one of his hoodies, and a pair of panties for you. Steve grabs some socks for the both of you, and you get a glimpse of Steve. Steve pulls the covers off you, picks you up and carries you bridal style to the shower.

"Mmm, Steve," you say.

Steve and you strip down, and Steve backs you into the shower. You turn on the water, and the next thing you both knew, you and Steve enjoy round two in the shower.

As your drying yourselves off when your both done, Steve wraps his towel around his waist. You're dry, you just comb your hair and put on your moisturizer.

Steve is just sitting in the bed, with his towel still on.

"Clothing optional weekend, Cap. Permission to remove my hoodie!" you say.

"Permission granted," says Steve.

You rock your hips back and forth, causing you and Steve to both laugh. You give Steve a loving kiss, and start to focus on his sensitive spots. To be honest, you and Steve have always been curious about males receiving oral sex from their partners. Steve heard about this, but never experienced your lips being wrapped around his cock. Steve started to have another erection, when you removed your hoodie, and stood there, in nothing but your bra and panties. You reach back, undo your bra, and remove it. Steve was becoming more erect.

"Stay just like that, Steve. If it feels uncomfortable, the safe word is Brooklyn," you say.

"It's about our pleasure, and our comfort," you say, giving Steve a quick kiss, and you kiss him passionately after a while. You pay close attention to his sensitive spots, lingering at each spot.

Steve was sitting on the bed, his erection on full display.

"Just spread your legs slightly more," you say.

Steve spreads his legs a little more.

"That's it, Steve. Right there," you say

You knelt down, and started to kiss his length, making sure each one lingered a little longer. You see his swollen head, and get excited. You wrap your lips around, and start to play with him, using your tongue, pulling in him a little more every time. You pull him in as far as you can go, and as far as he feels comfortable.

Eventually, you finish. You and Steve didn't use the safe word, because you took your time, which Steve welcomed. What you couldn't fit, you stroked. Plus, you trusted each other enough to try new things and explore in the bedroom. Well, wrapping your mouth around Steve's erect penis actually felt better than expected. You and Steve didn't see what the big deal was, it was just an erect penis, and the woman he loved was making this kind of sex more intimate. Steve had hooded eyes the whole time, and even put your hair back in a ponytail.

Steve ejaculated into your mouth, letting ropes of his warm white semen fill your mouth, and you swallowed his warm white liquid. It actually felt good doing down your throat.

"Mmmm, that was better than I thought," says Steve.

"It wasn't even gross, or disgusting. It was amazing," you say.

Giving Steve oral wasn't just for you. it wasn't just for Steve. it was for the both of you, and for Steve, it felt better to be on the receiving end of it, and you giving. You just sat there, with your head on Steve's lap. Steve was sitting on the bed, completely naked, and is lovingly stroking your hair.

You and Steve just enjoy the silence, with Steve still stroking your hair, and your head is still on his lap.

"Mmm, I'm hungry, doll. Breakfast?" says Steve.

"Mmmm, that sounds good. It will taste even better after sex," you say.

Steve puts on his boxers, and his hoodie, but you just wanted Steve shirtless right now. You throw on your hoodie, but leave your bra on the floor. You're only wearing your panties underneath the hoodie.

You pull out the bacon, and Steve gets the eggs. Your fixing the bacon, and Steve lines a plate with paper towels. Steve stands behind you, and puts his arms around your waist.

The bacon is ready, and Steve cooks the eggs. You make the toast, and butter it. You place the jelly on the table, and then slice the toast, and place it on a smaller plate on the table.

You and Steve talk and eat. The breakfast tastes way better than it should. Why did breakfast always taste much better after morning sex?

You and Steve clean up, and you load the dishwasher. Steve comes up behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist, and then grabs your chin, and turns your head towards him. He kisses you lovingly, and when you and Steve break the kiss, you lean your head back into his shoulder. You two just stay there, and Steve starts to kiss your neck. You move your head to the side to make more room. He's kissing you in the spot that's making you see stars.

Steve and you were still in hoodies, and he reaches up, and starts to play with your nipple. This is form of stimulation also worked for the both of you, and you discovered this, when you two tried the modified version of doggy style. Eventually, you reach back, and pull his boxers down just enough to release his now erect penis. You grab his cock, and rub it against your clothed pussy.

Steve reaches down, and removes your panties. They slide down the floor, then Steve keeps his hands around your waist. You reach down, and start to rub your nub. Steve eventually removes your hand, and replaces it with his own fingers. You start to dip your fingers inside you, and when they're nice and lubricated, you reach up, and place them in Steve's mouth.

"Mmmm, doll," says Steve.

"You taste so sweet and so good," says Steve.

You eventually grab a hold of Steve and start to pump. Steve enjoys this new sensation, and he keeps rubbing your nub. Eventually, you remove your hand from Steve's cock, feeling that he is stimulated just enough. This morning, he was so overstimulates, and in pain from holding his cum in. You explained that even though you and Steve started having sex without a condom, holding his cum in wasn't good for him. It needed to be released, and if some is released before he's inside you, it's okay. He didn't have to wait, his penis was painful, throbbing, and uncomfortable from holding it earlier. The sex-including oral, and including right now-was the perfect way to release whatever semen was left over. In fact, you realized earlier that Steve was overstimulated.

"Steve, please," you say.

"Watch me, baby. Watch me make the cum come out of my cock," says Steve.

You kneel down on the kitchen floor, and just watch Steve pleasure himself. He keeps going until his cum leaves his swollen, erect cock in thick, white ropes. You remove your hoodie, and are now completely naked.

"Wait, Captain," you say.

"That's it, kneel just like that," says Steve.

You kneel on the linoleum floor, and Steve has grabbed a hold of his cock. You start to suck on his cock, and Steve helps things along by pumping himself, and you've grabbed onto his hips for support. You've never tried this with Steve standing up, but you two could do it with him lying or sitting. That's was well and good, and you and Steve wanted to try it this way. What better time like the present?

"Good girl. You're such a good dirty little whore," says Steve.

Cum is now being released into your mouth, and your pumping what you can't take. You keep swallowing, and Steve and you are actually enjoying this. Steve keeps praising you, telling you that you are taking this so good, and that's this is what you, his good, dirty little slut and him need to do more often. You and Steve have done this before, but not in the kitchen, You've done this in the bedroom. You and Steve just wanted to try this out of curiosity, and well, you both liked it. When Steve is done, you lick him clean.

Eventually, Steve helps you back up. You lean on the counter to help you regain your sense of balance, and as you lean forward, Steve grabs his penis, which is now even more erect, then enters you from behind. He starts to kiss your neck, and Steve starts his thrusts. He found a rhythm that worked for the both of you.

"FUCK, DOLL!" says Steve.

"OH FUCK, CAPTAIN!" you say, your orgasm washing over you.

"Keep going, keep moving. That's it, just like that," says Steve.

You're leaning forward, and your moving your hips back and forth. Steve is thrusting into you, and Steve is praising you.

"You're doing so well, dirty doll, taking your Captain so good," says Steve.

You an Steve keep this up, and you feel another orgasm coming. Steve feels it, too, so he tells you to just let this happen and to just let it out.

"OH, FUCK STEVE! GOD STEVE!" you scream.

"Good girl," says Steve.

Steve loved talking you through your orgasms, and he loved praising you when you had one.

"You're holding back, doll. Just let it happen," says Steve, when he sensed that you were holding back, because you really wanted him to watch you pleasure yourself, so you wanted to save some of your energy.

"FUCK STEVE! OH MY FUCK, STEVE!" you scream.

"That's better," says Steve,

You and Steve keep at this for a while, and Steve finishes. You feel Steve's final thrust, and you feel ropes of his cum being released inside you.

For holding back, Steve denied you your next orgasm. Which was fine.

"For holding back, you can't have this next one. Resist the urge, doll. Cum for me when I say so," says Steve.

Your urge to have your orgasm is stronger than ever after a few minutes, so you ask for Steve's permission.

"Permission to come, Captain?" you ask.

"Permission denied. I can't let you come yet," says Steve, who has arms around you, and has his fingers dipping in and out of you.

"You still can't come. You may come when I'm finished," says Steve.

You were trying your hardest to resist, but every time you wanted to, Steve kept denying you.

"Nope, not until I'm ready," says Steve.

"But Captain...I need," you plead.

"Nope, permission denied," says Steve.

Steve comes back around, so that he's now facing you.

"Okay, please pleasure yourself for me. Remember, you can't cum until I say so," says Steve.

You immediately start to pleasure yourself. You keep going, and keep going and keep going. Steve is enjoying this, eventually you feel like you're about to snap, permission from Steve be damned.

"Okay, now you may come doll," says Steve, seeing you tear up. Steve didn't want you to suffer any longer.

You let each orgasm wash over you, and the last one is the strongest.

"FUCK STEVE! OH, FUCK STEVE! HOLY FUCK!, you scream.

"That's it, keep it coming," says Steve.

Steve backs into a chair, and sits and watches, while you continue to masturbate, and have orgasm after orgasm.

"Good girl," says Steve.

You keep going until you bottom out. You're just exhausted from having multiple orgasms. You're exhausted from masturbating until you came on your fiance's command. You're exhausted from the earlier round.

"Here, come sit on your Captain's lap," says Steve.

You go to put your panties and your hoodie back on, but Steve stops you.

"Don't bother with clothes, doll," says Steve.

"Come here," says Steve,

You do as your told, and sit in Steve's lap. Steve wraps his arms around you, and kisses your cheek, and lovingly strokes your hair. Your head is resting on his shoulder.

"Mmm, that was the best kitchen sex we've had," says Steve.

"We're making up for a ton of lost time," you say.

"Mmmm, true. I miss this," says Steve.

"I miss this, too," you say.

You and Steve didn't realize how much you two missed the act of sex because you both had been busy with missions, paperwork, meetings, and wedding planning. So far, this morning just felt like you had weeks of pent up sex and pent up desire just needing an outlet. Back to the tried and true later. You and Steve needed to let this out, you and him needed this outlet. It actually felt better now that you two were letting it happen. It's as if the last several weeks were waiting for the both of you. You and Steve had a healthy sex life. You made love five nights a week. Sunday, Monday, Thursday Friday, and Saturday were the days you and Steve often had sex. Those mornings, you also had morning sex. That helped Steve get rid of his morning wood. When this happened the first time, Steve apologized.

"Try peeing right now, Steve," you tell Steve.

"You have nothing to apologize for. It's normal," you say.

Steve tried to pee, but just couldn't. He wasn't pee shy. You told Steve to come back to bed, you had another idea. You kissed Steve passionately, and you two proceeded to make love. That was actually more helpful to the both of you. When Steve got up again, you went and made the coffee, and Steve peed. You saw him grabbing himself, standing with toilet seat up, and he was emptying his bladder. It helped to pee after sex. Steve wiped himself, flushed, then washed his hands. You peed, then brushed your teeth.

Your hand is across his chest, and Steve starts to gently rock you. The gentle rocking lulls you to sleep. Steve continues to rock you, and sees that you've fallen asleep. He kisses your forehead, and he gets up, and carries you to the couch. He lays you on the couch, covering you with a blanket. He gathers his boxers, your panties, and both of your hoodies. He neatly folds everything, and places them on the recliner. Steve gets behind you, and falls asleep next to you. Steve wraps you in his arms, and Steve falls asleep, too. The mornings sessions really wore the both of you out, so a nice, long afternoon nap in each other's arms was just what you two needed.

You and Steve wake up, and Steve kisses your shoulder, and down your arm.

"Mmmm, can we just lie here and spoon, doll? says Steve.

"Mmm, permission granted," you say.

You feel Steve's hard on, and you explain what you want Steve to do.

"I'm going to back into you, slowly, okay," you say.

You pull Steve down for a loving and passionate kiss. You grab Steve from behind, and he grabs himself. He lines himself up with you, then you both guide him in. You back up as far as possible, and you and him start to move together.

"Cum with me," you say.

You both have an orgasm together. Steve and you kept going until you both bottomed out.

You and Steve have lunch, then have dinner. You and Steve wake on the couch the next morning, and it's Sunday. Lazy morning sex was just what was needed. You and Steve make love, slowly, and you have an orgasm. Steve praises this.

You and Steve just spend the rest of the day being lazy slobs, much like you did yesterday in between rounds. Today, it was just about being lazy, and you and Steve snuggle on the couch. You kiss Steve lovingly and passionately after you two watch one of the videos of you two having sex, and Steve is completely nude, and he was masturbating, his hot, white liquid coming out of his cock. Steve can't even move, he's that hard. So, you kiss him passionately, then kiss him all over, focusing on his sensitive spots.

"Here, let me," you say, as you straddle him.

You grab his cock, line yourself up with him, and then you lower yourself down on him, and Steve responds. You keep at this, until the coil in Steve is ready to snap.

"FUCK DOLL! FUCK, DIRTY LITTLE DOLL!" screams Steve as his orgasm washes over him.

"That's it, Captain Fuckmerica, just like that," you say.

Now, that was a new one! Steve kisses you passionately, after he pulls you down. He loved it when you took control, and set the pace, and set the stage. It made the both you feel stimulated, because it allowed for you take control, and it allowed for Steve for much better stimulation, and he didn't need to work as hard to get you going. It was good for him, because it allowed him to for much better access to your pussy and your clit, and it also allowed him to take a back seat and just enjoy the act of sex, and he could just enjoy being inside you.

Steve loved dirty talk, mostly it was him talking dirty to you. It was new for you, too. So, you both love dirty talk, and you needed to do this more often to him.

"Mmm, doll, says Steve.

"OH FUCK! STEVE, FUCK!" you scream.

"Good girl," says Steve.

You kept going, and Steve kept praising you. After you finish, you're sitting on Steve's lap, and kiss him passionately.

"Mmm, doll. That was perfect," says Steve.

"Steve, this was amazing, it was even more beautiful, it was even more perfect," you say, and kiss Steve lovingly.

You're still in Steve's lap, and you and Steve just sit there, with Steve lovingly stroking your hair. Steve kisses you lovingly, gets up, and carries you bridal style to the bed. Steve and you just have some plain, good old fashioned, missionary sex.

The lazy, sex filled weekend was just what your both needed. You and Steve take a nice, long bath together, and Steve rubs your little nub, and then dips his fingers in and out of you.

You enjoy this. When you and Steve get out of the bath, Steve sits on the bed, cross legged, hoping to hide is erection. You see Steve's erect penis, and you start to gently stroke him. You kiss him lovingly and passionately, and Steve grabs your hips so that you won't fall off him. You sit with your legs on either side of hips, and grab his cock, and you line yourself up up with him. You guide him inside you, and you rock your hips. Steve starts to thrust, and you let Steve have the first orgasm.

"Come on, Steve. You get to have the first one. Don't hold back, just let it out," you say.

"SHIT, DOLL!" screams Steve.

'FUCK CAPTAIN!" you scream.

"Good girl," says Steve.

You feel Steve twitch inside you, and he releases ropes of his cum inside you.

The candlelight just added a nice, romantic feel to the bedroom. The light catches your engagement ring, and it sparkles. After, you just hold Steve in your arms, with him resting on your breasts.

You and Steve just loved the Lotus position. You loved how closer you two became, and you just loved the intimacy of the position. It really allowed for the both of you to enjoy each other, and for Steve, it allowed him to feel even more stimulated, and it allowed better clitoral stimulation for you. It also allowed Steve to feel you at an even better angle. You were right. Clitoral stimulation wasn't just for you, it was also for Steve.

The next day, you and Steve wake up in each other's arms. That morning, you and Steve just enjoy some nice, lazy morning sex. You just lay there, wrapped in his arms, and it feels so good. Before you and Steve get ready for work, you and Steve have some shower sex.

It's like this for the next several days. On Thursday, you start your period, so Steve spends the rest of the weekend taking care of you. It gave you both the chance to rest, and it gave him and you the chance to have some true intimacy. You two just make out right in the shower, and then in the bath when you take a hot bath to help relieve your cramps.

You and Steve need to have lazy, sex-filled weekends more often.

Sorry, people. I had to make this 18+ because this took a direction that I really wasn't expecting. I just decided to run with it, and it just worked out. Please be kind, because I don't write smut at all. This is my first time writing smut. I also wanted to add in some fluff. Please keep in mind, kinks should be mutual. Anything you and your partner want to do in the bedroom should be discussed by the both of you, and always remember to get consent. Also, please remember to use protection. I don't have to remind people, it's just common sense. In this, unprotected sex was discussed by two consenting adults. So, with that being said, please remember that anything you want to do with your partner, discuss with your partner. Also, it's okay to discover new things in the bedroom. In this, the the reader and Steve discover that the reader also likes dirty talk. Dirty talk should also be discussed-what terms do you both prefer, what you're comfortable with, how far are you both willing to go, etc.-with your partner. Also, remember that clitoral stimulation-or any stimulation-isn't just for you, it's also for your partner. You don't have to use toys. Toys aren't for everyone, so you and partner can also experiment with what your like in order to get stimulated. Just remember, certain things just aren't for everyone.

Please enjoy!

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