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circe69 · 16 hours ago
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neighbor!simon riley, who trudges back to his flat after a long mission away, with sleepy eyes, tense shoulders and bloody hands. his palm reaches for the doorknob and as he opens it, the door right across from him opens as well.
and there you are, a pretty little thing, had to be at least a foot shorter than he was, clad in some stretchy shorts and an oversized college t-shirt that was hanging off your shoulders. simon's eyes drifted down the length of you, trying to memorize the freckles, occasional stretch marks and fluffy cellulite down your thighs, your shiny legs reflecting the eery hallway light.
"hi," you whispered with a wave, as you bent down to retrieve a package left on your doormat. simon's breath hitched as you leaned over, showing your soft tits almost spilling out of the sports bra you wore underneath.
he cleared his throat, "evenin" and fumbled with the doorknob. when he finally made it inside, he struggled even locking the door behind him, what if she needs me? he thought to himself. even off the job, he was nothing if not a protector.
as he laid in bed that night, stroking his neglected cock to the thought of you all laid out underneath him, squirming and whining for more, more, more. your pretty cries and soft body bouncing as he thrusted into you was all it took for him to come hard. he couldn't hold back the groans and the way your name tumbled out of his mouth as he finished.
fuck, he thought. he was doomed, truly, and he had to keep telling himself that no matter what, everything was temporary for him. there's no point in trying something with you when he was just going to end up leaving anyways.
but as the weeks went on, you were making it harder and harder for simon. every small interaction and passing glances in the elevator left him painfully hard underneath his cargo pants, and his delicate skin had been made raw from all the times he had to rub one out to the thought of you.
one early morning, as he left at the break of dawn for a conference meeting at a nearby base, he opened his front door only to be met with you, his lovely doe-eyed neighbor, holding out a container filled with cookies. he could tell you had just woken up, from the way your sweatpants lopsidedly hung off your hips, and the way your tank top was wrinkled. "I made these for you, to take to work. if you don't like them, that's okay. i just wanted to make sure you had something." your raspy voice called out to him as you handed him the container.
simon's heart dropped and broke in two as he took the container from you, oatmeal raisin? he thought, how did she know? a small smile broke free from his lips as you scanned the rest of him. there was no denying it, he was one of the most handsome men you'd ever seen, and especially today, the way the dark-washed jeans hugged his muscular thighs, and the black muscle tee leaving nothing to the imagination. you didn't know much about him, but you desperately wanted to change that.
simon took a step towards you and lifted his balaclava up just enough to bend down and kiss your cheek. you gasped at the action, tensing completely as he said, "thank you, sweetheart."
as he started to walk away, your brain finally caught to up reality. you shouted after him, "please be safe!" simon turned around at your words, "you too, dovey."
a few days had gone by since you'd seen simon, and as you were picking out pajamas for bed, you found an adorable lingerie set you'd forgotten you'd even had. it was a lace, blush pink babydoll nightgown, with a bow in the back. you slipped it over your head, and felt the prettiest you had in a while as you looked in the mirror. it hugged your hips just right, and sloped down in the front, showing your full tits, as well as the skin down your back.
as you made your way to the kitchen, you could hear simons loud footsteps coming down the apartment hallway. this was your chance, you thought. you were going to show yourself off to him, win him over. and as you looked in the peephole, not only did you see him, but you saw a package waiting for you as well. the perfect excuse!
you opened the door with a twinkle in your eye as simon turned around.
he swallowed hard, and did a double take as his eyes wandered over you. it was too much for him, the way he could see your perky nipples through the thin fabric. the thought of his teeth grazing them rushed into his mind, and it only got worse as you bent down to get your package. you tease him like this regularly, but this time, you turned around first.
simon growled under his breath as he got a view of your pretty ass cheeks just barely hanging out from your nightgown. he could faintly see a tight pink thong as well, a perfect match for your set.
you were really testing his patience, but to your surprise, he hadn't made any moves yet. so you told yourself you'd try one more time, before leaning up and swaying over to him. you placed a hand on his chest and signaled him to lean down to you like you were going to tell him a secret.
"I'm wearing this for you, y'know" you whispered, as you pushed your tits up against his chest.
that was all it took for simon to grab you by the hips and throw you over his shoulder, smacking your ass as he hauled you into his flat.
"teasy cunt, aren't you?" he said as he threw you onto his bed. you tried to crawl away, but he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you back, "nuh uh, you've made it this far. you better sit tight and take the rest."
simon grabbed you by the hips and leaned down to kiss you, his teeth softly nipping at your bottom lip before breaking apart, "I don't even know your fucking name," he whispered as he kissed the length of your neck. you groaned at the feeling of him sucking a small hickey right under your ear.
"y/n. it's y/n." you breathed out as his lips latched on to one of your nipples, you swallowed hard at the pleasure, "fuck yes, feels -mmph- feels good." he smiled at your mindless babbling, and the vibration of his groaning sent shock waves of heat through your body.
"simon," you asked
"hmm?" he latched on to the other nipple, while your hand ran through his hair.
"why did you need to know my name now? couldn't -mmn- couldn't that have waited?" you whispered as he shifted up so that he was eye level with you, his lips hovering just over yours.
"hmm-mm, need'ta know who's name I should groan when I finish inside you."
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soleilapproves · 1 day ago
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Boxer!Sukuna often thinks about what his future would’ve looked like if he didn’t pick his career over you. (inspired by Sienna by The Marías) afab!reader
The idea of what could’ve been keeps burning in his mind. It’s been burning for years, ever since that day he left you behind with your eyes brimming with tears and heart torn in two.
But he had to move forward. He fell in love with the sport before he fell in love with you.
It was all too late to go back and contemplate over the decision again. Uraume had already popped the good champagne and his friends were busy dancing and boisterously laughing inside his penthouse, celebrating the biggest win of his career. All while the champion was standing in the empty balcony, gazing at the glittering streets as the sun set.
His rise to fame was a treacherous yet rewarding journey. He was proud but he was also empty. Maybe if he had just stuck around and suffered a little longer with you then you would’ve been standing next to him today, clinking your flute with his, and laughing at his romantic and flirtatious remarks. He probably could’ve kissed you right after winning the fight and flaunted your ring to the world to announce his retirement after his final win.
Maybe you both would even have a little one being carried around in his brother’s arms for the night. A child too spoilt and adorable for their own good. Maybe they’d have your eyes. Or his—he doesn’t really care. Simply knowing that the child was a product of the love you both shared was enough to fill him with the happiness of multiple lifetimes.
Much to his chagrin, there was no veracity to his dream.
On the other side of the world, you stared at the rising sun as you thought about the past and the upcoming years of your life. How different they were. You came so far. Made so many developments.
Yet your heart still quickens when you remember your first great love, Sukuna Ryomen.
Like most love stories, it was a whirlwind of a romance. A passion felt like no other. It consumed you till you blindly believed that you were a part of his existence. His existence revolved around making you happy. He even said so, often kissing you like you were going to fade away.
But all good things must end.
You thought your life was going to stop when he bid his final goodbye. You slowly learned to get back up on your feet again, picking up the pieces that he broke.
Your heart was bandaged, and a little guarded, but you still welcomed love for you were full of it and had so much to give. A pattern you were willing to repeat.
The diamond on your finger sparkles when the sunlight hits it, bringing your gaze down to where your hand was resting on the window pane.
You often felt guilty when your fiancé talked about children with an enthusiastic hilt in his voice. While he’d revel on about how he’ll spoil the child, you were busy concealing your true thoughts.
Thoughts that made you feel horribly guilty.
What would’ve happened if you had just fought for Sukuna’s love a little harder, latched on to his legs as your scabby knees dragged across the ground as he walked away?
Maybe you’d already have a child in your arms. Your heart often swells whenever you ponder over an imaginary child with Sukuna’s temper. Tiny lips forming a pout with the most expressive eyes ever.
Lately that child has been living in your mind more often than not, making you long for them with their haunting laugh and toothless smiles.
But you know you’ll never see them. Or him for that matter. You’ve put that part of reality away in a box and shoved it deep in the back of your mind so you’ll never forget it.
And so you can be fair to your fiancé who loves you more than you know.
The only thing that gives you solace is the possible existence of alternate universes—different microcosms of the life you could’ve shared with Sukuna Ryomen had he not given you up like you were a fickle thought.
I know I said I wanted to get out of the boxer!sukuna bubble but I was having major writer’s block with my sentient game character ghost fic and this drabble just pulled me out of it 👍
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wosospacegirl · 1 day ago
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And they were roommates - part 1
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Summary: Y/n gets injured and has to stay in recovery for 8 months. It's a good thing her friend and teammate Kyra is more than willing to move in with her. wink wink
Warnings: mentions of injury; Kyra is a pest and reader is grumpy
Word count: 3.5k
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| PART 2 |
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Y/n’s teammates said she didn’t scream when Millie Bright stepped on her tibia. Beth said she could hear the crack as Y/n’s bone broke in two. But again, Y/n didn’t scream.
Leah said Y/n didn’t cry when the medical staff took her to the infirmary when they touched her broken leg to see where it hurt.
Y/n didn’t show any emotion. It was as if she wasn’t there.
Y/n was unable to answer any of the doctors’ questions when the Arsenal staff went to check her in at Great Ormond Street Hospital. They gave Y/n’s personal information and explained what had happened during the match against Chelsea.
Y/n was now lying in a hospital bed, wearing an ugly hospital gown, as a series of different doctors tried to explain her condition to her.
“It seems like a transverse fracture, miss,” one of the doctors had told her.
“Surgical intervention will be necessary—” said another.
“At least 8 months to full recovery,”
That last voice echoed endlessly in/n’s mind and that’s when she cried for the first time.
..                                   
Y/n’s has been at the hospital for two days now. Her operation was yesterday, and thankfully, she was able to go home, but there was one problem: Y/n had no one to go home to. She has lived on her own since moving to London years ago after she signed for Arsenal.
Y/n was sure she could look after herself. She had been injured before and had managed just fine on her own. She was very independent, self-reliant and—
“Stubborn,” Kyra told her. “You are the most stubborn person I have ever met in my entire life,” the Australian said. Standing in front of Y/n’s hospital bed with her jaw clenched.
“I am not stubborn. I have the legal system on my side, and I’m not letting you break into my house,” Y/n told Kyra, her long-time friend and teammates
Break in?” Kyra said exasperatedly, pressing her palms to her face and dragging them down in frustration. “You’re making it sound like I’m kicking you out of your own house so I can live in it alone.”
“That’s basically what’s happening,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes.
“I’m only moving in with you because you need someone to help you around until you are completely healed.” Kyra took a step closer to Y/n’s bed, softness on her face. “It will be just like when we have film nights, come on’.”
Y/n and Kyra had been friends since the U19 World Cup. When they met again as Arsenal’s teammates, their friendship just grew. They were always at each other’s houses and always found something fun to do after training alongside Alessia or any other girls. Y/n adored Kyra. How could she not? Kyra was sweet and funny, and yeah, sometimes a pest, but Y/n loved her anyway, she was her happiest self when Kyra was by her side. Unfortunately, Y/n wasn’t in a position to be just her usual self. She was injured and didn’t even know if she would be back on the pitch when her recovery was complete.
She was frustrated, and at the moment, Kyra was her punching bag.
“I’m not incapacitated, I can take care of myself, they gave me crutches and everything,” Y/n said, pointing to her new best friends for the rest of the year. The crutches were in the corner of the room, next to the hospital bag Leah packed for her after the team found out that Y/n would be in the hospital for a few days.
“And how will you drive? How will you do your groceries? How will you cook?” Kyra said, trying to make Y/n see the real situation they were in. She needed help, and Kyra was on a mission to be everything Y/n needed right now, even though she was being difficult about it.
“I can take a cab and order takeaway,” Y/n said persistently. “Besides, you can’t even cook! Last time Alessia tried teaching you how to make chicken pasta and you couldn’t even touch the chicken
“Okay, first of all, chicken is gross,” Kyra got up from Y/n’s bed and picked up Y/n’s bag from the floor, along with the girls’ crutches. “Second, I’ll try hard to cook us both good meals! I even bought a cookbook,” Kyra said proudly
“Oh God, you’ll poison me.” Y/n said dryly, pressing the bridge on her nose.
“I will if you don’t get out of this bed and let me take you home. The hospital needs its bed back,” Kyra handed Y/n her crutches and helped her to her feet. It wasn’t the first time the girl had stood up after the surgery, but she still wasn’t used to her new cast. She felt like a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time.
The cast looked cute, though. The Arsenal girls had come by later that day, and everyone had written well wishes on it, Vic had even draw some flowers near Y/n’s ankle. Kyra also took a lot of time drawing small doodles all over it; the Australian had said it looked sad, ugly and boring before her special touch.
With a hand on Y/n’s back, Kyra slowly urged the girl to take a step in. “Does it feel all right? Do you think we should get a smaller crutch?” She asked, hovering over Y/n.
Y/n looked at the crutches in disgust. “No, their size is fine, I just— I hate this, and I hate this cast, and—” Y/n felt her eyes well up with tears.
Frustration.
Y/n’s body was filled with frustration and pain. Her leg hurt, even though she had been given strong painkillers, and now she was a mess, crying in an ugly hospital gown. Her hair was dirty because she hadn’t had a chance to wash it since the game. Her life was completely chaos. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Y/n was used to being independent. She had moved to London after her eighteenth birthday to play for Arsenal, her first professional club.  For the first time in her life, she was without her parents and family, and she genuinely thrived on it. Y/n was pretty much a free bird, she didn’t need anyone, until now.
Y/n felt Kyra coming closer, friendly arms embracing her before she could resist the physical touch. “Shh, it’s okay,” Kyra said to Y/n, trying to comfort her. “You’re in a lot of pain right now, and the situation hasn’t really sunk in for you yet, but once it does, it’ll get easier.”
Kyra was the same age as Y/n, but she was definitely the most easy-going and good-humored of them, although right now Kyra looked older. Y/n was usually the more mature one, at the moment she wasn’t. So, she just let her friend comfort her.
“Steph told me that she cried for a whole week when she got injured during that Matilda’s match back in May,” Kyra said.
“Is that an attempt to soothe me?” Y/n asked playfully, lips still trembling.
“I’m trying my best,” Kyra admitted. “I’m better with jokes than support-giving.”
“I think you are pretty good at both,” Y/n replied. “But it’s all right now, no more affection,” Y/n mumbled, cleaning her cheeks away from the tears and pulling away from Kyra’s embrace
Damn, Y/n really needed that hug. Maybe the whole neuroscience community was right when they said that humans needed other humans. Oxytocin released all that.
“Oh, come on, you love my affection,” Kyra teased, a glimpse of her cheeky smile showing.
“No, I don’t.” Y/n huffed.
“Stop lying to yourself.”
“Whatever.” Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips. She took a deep breath and looked around the room she’d called hers for the past few days. “Can you get my things please?”
Kyra rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, asking for my help now, are you?”
Y/n crossed her arms. “If you keep being annoying, I’ll just ask Leah to come over and take care of me.”
Kyra picked up Y/n’s belongings from the hospital’s wardrobe, it wasn’t much, but other players had been kind enough to send gifts for Y/n.  “Leah’s a tough love person; you guys wouldn’t last a day living together,” Kyra warned.
Y/n sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“I always am,” Kyra said under her breath, taking one last look around the room “I think I have everything,” Kyra said, shifting a load of things in her arms. “I’ve got your bag, the flowers Millie sent as an apology, Beth and Viv’s plushie, Leah’s basket, Alessia’s ballons…”
Y/n bit back a laugh. Kyra wasn’t exactly short, but with all the things she was carrying, she looked like a child drowning in oversized toys and presents.
The two girls left the hospital, and for Yn’s misery, she had to use a wheelchair. Kyra teased her all the way out of the hospital to the car.
..
After a 20-minute drive, Kyra parked her car in Y/n’s garage. It was a sunny Tuesday, and the neighbourhood was quiet. Y/n neighbours were not around at this time of the day—they were busy at work and school— which Y/n was grateful about; she didn’t want any further attention on her injury.
It was already enough having a million texts from her family every 5 minutes asking how she was, she didn’t want her neighbour to worry too. Especially Mrs. Petunia, the old lady who lived across the road. Mrs. Petunia was a sweetheart, but she started to treat Y/n as a child once she found out the girl lived ‘all alone,’ during one of their quick conversations.
When Kyra turned off the car, Y/n was already on a mission to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car, but Kyra was quicker.
“Hey, hey, slow down,” Kyra said, helping Y/n to her crutches against her will. “I can’t have you falling face-flat on the pavement on my first day as your caretaker.”
“I can get out of the car own my own, Ky, thank you very much!” Y/n said grudgingly, trying to get keep her balance on the crutches, but failing miserably. “Okay, I may need your help,” Y/n admitted.
Kyra smiled, as if she had won an argument. “See! that wasn’t so hard.” The other girl said, holding Y/n’s elbow, guiding her towards the front door.
Y/n didn’t answer, a forming on her face.
“Don’t start getting annoying now, we’ve barely made it to your house, we’ve got a long way to go,” Kyra said, unloading Y/n’s belongings from her car. “So just try to smile—like this.” She flashed an exaggerated grin at Y/n, showing off her pearly white teeth.
“I’m going to  be annoying until this stupid bone grows back, which will take a longtime, and that’s why you don’t need to move in with me ,” Y/n said, still unwilling to accept the whole arrangement Kyra and the rest of the team had apparently plotted behind her back.
"Will you drop it?" Kyra asked, pulling a large teddy bear out of the car— the one with a ‘Get Better Soon’ t-shirt, courtesy of Katie and Caitlin. “It’s already been decided; I’m staying here until you are completely healed.”
“That’s the problem! Who decided it? It’s my house, it’s my life,” Y/n argued, if she wasn’t holding on to the crutches for dear life, Y/n would dramatically throw her arm into the air.
“Me and Leah decided it when you where—well, you know—catatonic,” Kyra replied, fishing a set of keys from her pocket.
“I was never catatonic! What are you going to say next? That I’m hysterical? Is this the early 20th century?” Y/n said, allowing herself to be melodramatic.
“You do look a bit crazy right now,” Kyra shot back, turning the key in the door.
Y/n wished Millie hadn’t broken her good leg, or else she’d have kicked Kyra right there. So much for five and a half years of friendship.
“Hand on, how did you get my keys?” Y/n asked when she noticed that Kyra was already unlocking thedoor.
“Leah took them from your locker at the stadium after you went to the hospital,” Kyra explained. “Just so you know, Leah came here yesterday to make sure the doors and windows were locked and to check if you had left the cooker on or not.”
“Leah was here? And she took my keys and gave them to you? And why would I even leave my cooker on anyway?”
“Yep. She was also kind enough to make up your guest room for me to sleep in while I stay here,” Kyra said with a grin, ignoring Y/n’s rhetorical question.
Y/n rolled her eyes. “Good to know my house is not my house anymore.”
“It’s our house now,” Kyra teased as she let Y/n pass through the door first, following close behind. “We are roomies!”
“No, we are not,” Y/n muttered.
“Roomies!” Kyra repeated, more enthusiastically
Y/n tried to hold her laughter, but she failed. Kyra looked cute when she was excited. It was Y/n’s first real laugh she broke her leg on the pitch.
Maybe sharing a house with her best friend wouldn’t be so bad after all.
..
Y/n hated sharing a house with Kyra. She wasn’t sure is she could do it anymore.
“Wow, rude! I’m right here!” Kyra pouted.
“Oh, did I say that out loud?” Y/n asked, her voice dripping with false remorse.
Kyra rolled her eyes. “I’m just helping you get down the stairs. Can’t your brain tell the difference between receiving help from a gorgeous friend and feeling threatened?”
Now, it was Y/n’s turn to roll her eyes. “You are so dramatic, Kyra.”
“So are you!” Kyra replied, raising her eyebrows. “At least I got two working legs.”
“That’s low even for you,” Y/n said, elbowing Kyra in the stomach— not hard enough to hurt.
“And now you attack me, what’s next? Hit me with your crutches? Kick me…”
Kyra explained to Y/n all the ways she could hit her, given the circumstances, as they walked down the stairs. Y/n thought them but decided not to act on her deviant ideas—especially after Kyra made her popcorn, like the sweetheart she was.
Y/n was stretched out on the couch, the popcorn bowl on her stomach, her bad leg propped up on a pillow in Kyra’s lap as they watched a ‘90s rom-com. Y/n couldn’t even remember the title. The plot was the same though—about a boy and a girl.
“God, I love popcorn,” Y/n said, “I could eat it all day.”
“I can see that,” Kyra smiled. “Just don’t choke on it, I don’t know how to do the Heimlich maneuver. Kyra picked up some popcorn and threw it playfully at Y/n’s head.
Always the pest.
Kyra’s love language was an act of disturbance.
“I still don’t know why I put you as my emergency contact,” Y/n said, eating more popcorn and watching as the couple on the screen shared their first kiss.
“Because you love me,” Kyra said smugly without taking her eyes off the screen. “There is no way that was a technical kiss; I can literally see their tongues!”
Y/n squinted at the television. “Yeah, there was definitely tongue there.” Y/n agreed.
Damn, Y/n missed being kissed like that. It had been a long time since she’d been to a club and really seen other people. It was hard to combine a social life with football season. That was probably why most footballers dated within their own circle-- an athlete understood another athlete.
Maybe Y/n should stop looking for a girlfriend in London’s busy nightlife and start looking for one on the pitch.
Y/n stared at Kyra, but the girl was too caught up in the film. Y/n shook her head, trying to get rid of the very strange thought she’d just had.
..
During the first night, Y/n cried. “Stupid fucking leg”, she said through her tears as Kyra at her feet on the bathroom floor, a worried look on her face. Y/n hated crying in front of people, but in the last few days it had been all she could do.
Y/n had convinced Kyra that she was more than capable of having a bath by herself, she only asked Kyra to get the bath ready for her. At first Kyra didn’t agree, but Y/n was very persistent, so Kyra made her warm bath and left Y/n alone.
Big mistake.
Five minutes after Kyra had closed the bathroom door, she heard a scream. Kyra was sitting out in the hallway like a lost puppy, so It didn’t take her long to get inside the bathroom again.
Unfortunately, the scene Kyra encountered was ugly. Y/n had a white towel wrapped around her body, but she was lying on the floor, tears streaming down her face.
Kyra quickly picked Y/n up from the floor and sat her on the toilet. Checking for injuries. “What happened? Where does it hurt? Did you slip?”
Y/n just nodded through her sobs. “I should’ve had li—listened to you.”
She should, Kyra thought, but she wouldn’t say it.
Kyra didn’t want to leave Y/n alone, but she also didn’t want Y/n to feel that she had no privacy or control over her life, especially when Kyra knew Yn was private about her body.
Y/n was always the one to hide behind her lockers in the changing room when she was putting on or taking off her kit, even around their teammates, who were all more than used to seeing each other in underclothes. Kyra had asked Y/n at one of her girls’ nights why she was so shy about it. Y/n just explained that it was the way she was, and Kyra left it at that  
Kyra didn’t know what to say, so she just let Y/n cry on her shoulder. She wasn’t used to seeing Y/n like that. They’d been best friends and teammates for five years now, they’d seen each other on their ups and downs, both on and off the pitch. but Kyra had never seen Y/n this frustrated and angry.
“How about we try again?” Kyra suggested, feeling her heart ache for the girl in front of her. “The water’s still warm; do you want to get in? Or we can wait till tomorrow— it’s your call.”
“I want to take a bath today,” Y/n said. “I still smell like the hospital.”
Kyra smile. “No, you don’t, you smell like buttered popcorn.”
“I don’t think that’s any better,” Y/n murmured.
“It’s not,” Kyra teased. “So, this is my plan…” she continued, saying as if she was planning a football game strategy. “—I’m going to help you into the bath, then you’re going to sit down and I’m gonna lift your leg…you’re already wearing your cast cover, that’s good.”
Y/n couldn’t help but smile, Kyra looked adorable with her furrow browns and narrow eyes.
“That’s a good plan,” Y/n agreed. “Now help me, please.” Y/n lifted her arms so Kyra could help her off the toilet.
Kyra did so, her strong arms steadying Y/n until she was at the foot of the tub. “Close your eyes,” Y/n said, shyly
It was true she didn’t like being naked in front of people--some people were comfortable with it, but Y/n just wasn’t. It wasn’t rooted in insecurity or anything; it was just the way she was. But standing there with Kyra, Y/n realised she wasn’t as uncomfortable as she thought she'd be. But she wasn’t sure why.
Of course, they had been friend for years, but she wouldn’t be okay if it was Alessia in the room with her right now. Kyra’s presence just felt different, but Y/n wasn’t sure why.
Maybe the painkiller was messing with the way her brain cells were wired. Which made sense because she was taking ibuprofen, naproxen and hydrocodone. She wasn’t in the right frame of mind.
Kyra held Y/n’s arm with one hand while dramatically covering her own eyes with the other. If Y/n had been paying attention, she might have notice the way Kyra shallowed hard. “No need to tempt me,” Kyra teased.
Y/n let her towel drop to her feet, feeling secure in Kyra’s strong grip as she lowered herself into the warm bath.
As promised, Kyra carefully lifted Y/n’s injured leg, Kyra’s hand lingering on her cast for a moment too long before pulling away.
The bubbles in the bath concealed most of Y/n’s body, and the berry-like smell scent filled the bathroom. Y/n was sure her skin would be smelling of strawberries until morning.
“Are you comfortable?” Kyra asked, sitting beside the tub.
“Yes. Thank you for helping me—and sorry for all the crying I’ve been doing,” Y/n added sheepishly.
“I always knew you were a softie,” Kyra teased.
Without missing a beat, Y/n splashed water at Kyra’s face.
“Hey! I thought we were making some progress here!” Kyra pouted, glaring at the wet patch spreading across her grey sweater.
“You wish,” Y/n laughed.
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mountttmase · 16 hours ago
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Just For Us
Note - happy valentines pookies 🩷 I’ve been sitting on this one for a while so I hope you like it 😘 thank you to @saltyheartnightmare for always providing me with ideas and letting me run with them 😂 feedback would be appreciated xoxo
Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader
Word count - 6k
Warnings - fluff and angst
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Another week over you told yourself as you shut your laptop down. Sighing as your eyes fell to the window that overlooked the garden next to you but it was pitch back outside and all you could see was your own reflection staring back at you. A tired and grumpy version of you that you were starting to not recognise.
You hadn't heard anything going on in the house, the time just ticking past 5pm and you knew you were still all alone in here. The thought of walking out of your home office into a dark and empty home upset you more than it should have, but then again everything was upsetting you at the moment.
Mason had promised he’d be here, letting you know that training would be over around 3pm and he’d make sure to get home at a reasonable time so you could spend your first valentines living under the same roof together, but once again he was nowhere to be seen.
You got why he was always in late, he was almost done with his recovery and had been staying later most evenings in order to get himself into a good place but you missed him and with everything else going on in your life right now all you wanted to was to be wrapped up in the arms of the man you loved.
You hadn't lived with Mason long, moving in at the end of November so you were approaching the three month mark but you felt like everything had taken a downturn for you since then. It was nothing to do with Mason himself, he was a dream most of the time and was looking after you just like he’d promised but it was everything you’d left home that was bringing you down.
Manchester was so far from everything you knew, having grown up in London you never envisaged living so far away when you had everything you needed right there but there was one thing your favourite city didn’t have anymore, and that was the boy you were in love with.
It wasn’t often you thought back to how you first met Mason, but since it was valentines day and you were in your feels a bit you let your mind wander back to that cold but sunny morning. It was your favourite type of weather on your favourite day of the year, pumpkin picking with your best friend, and as you reached for the last wheelbarrow your hand brushed against someone else’s as they did the same.
‘Oh shit, sorry. You take it, I can wait’ you heard, turning to your right to see quite possibly the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen and the sight of him filled you with nerves.
‘Oh n-no please you have it’ you stuttered, your face warming as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest but you could see the tops of his cheeks turning pink too and you thought he looked adorable.
‘It’s fine’ he laughed, motioning for you to take it but you knew you’d mess up somehow now if you had to try and get it out in front of him and you weren’t up for embarrassing yourself whilst he watched on.
‘No please, I’m not even sure I know how to use this thing properly and I’ll just end up taking someone’s legs out’ you joked and as you both shared a giggle, a worker came with a new batch of clean ones.
‘Here let me grab you one, these look smaller’ he nodded as he walked over to get one for you and you used the time he was facing away from you to give him a once over. You most definitely liked what you saw and as he turned back to face you, you wondered if he’d caught you staring at his bum. You gave him a warm smile though as he placed it in front of you but you were trying to stall as you still felt awkward pushing it in front of him.
‘Thank you…’
‘I’m Mason’ he smiled, nodding his head shyly before he gave you a look as if to silently ask what your name was and you had to swallow a nervous lump before you told him.
‘Y/n’
‘Well y/n, if you see me running away from you please don’t take any offence, I’m just protecting my ankles’ he joked and you covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed at his silly joke.
‘I’ll keep that in mind’
‘Mase? You coming’ you heard, looking over to a woman with two kids in tow and you felt yourself deflate. Of course he wasn’t single, look at him, and as he called over that he wouldn’t be a second you kept your eyes on the floor.
‘Sorry I best get going, I don’t wanna upset the nieces’ he laughed and your eyes flashed up to meet his. Relief ripping through you at the knowledge that was presumably his sister. ‘See you out there?’
‘I hope so’ you whispered. Your answer taking him by surprise a bit as his blush deepened but you just just picked up your wheelbarrow and went in search of your bestie so you could crack on with your day.
It was like you couldn’t get away from each other, him joining the line behind you for food, your eyes constantly catching as you browsed the little pumpkins in the wooden crates and once you’d made it out into the main field it felt like he was following you. Always in the same section and your friend had seemingly picked up on the way you kept looking at each other and would steer your wheelbarrow in his direction.
It was fun watching him play with the two little girls, posing for pictures with them and helping them pick out ones for them to carve and he looked as though he was having as much fun as them. Not caring how goofy or silly he looked, he just wanted to make them smile and from the constant giggles it was clearly working.
‘You need a hand with that one?’ You suddenly heard from behind you. Mason's voice shocking you slightly but as he brushed up next to you and you could tell he was looking at the same pumpkin you were.
‘Do you think it’s too big?’ You asked and you knew it was a stupid question. It was one of the biggest ones in the whole field but it was perfect and you just needed one person to tell you it was okay to have.
‘Nah, you need to measure pumpkins with your heart’ he told sincerely. ‘If you want it, I’d say get it’
‘You know what, you’re right. I’m having it’
‘Here let me’ he offered. Picking it up effortlessly and placing it in your wheelbarrow for you before dusting himself off as he was now covered in dirt be he didn’t seem to mind.
He stayed with you for a bit as you spoke. His sister had taken the girls to the loo so he had a few minutes spare and he started off by asking if you’d taken anyone’s legs out yet. Seeming dissatisfied when you told him no but there was always time and you were lucky enough to see that heartbreaking smile of his again as he laughed before he caught sight of the girls coming back.
‘You’re really good with them’ you told him honestly and you could see him getting shy again as he laughed nervously.
‘I don’t live round this way anymore so I like to make it count when I’m here’ he told you and you wondered how far away he was now. You knew you wouldn’t get to ask or find out though, your bestie was standing like a lemon a few steps away as she pretended to look at the pumpkins and with his family coming back over you presumed you’d be torn apart again but before he returned to them he faced you a little more ‘Listen, at the risk of sounding like a crazy person, I took a picture of you earlier and I was wondering if I could send it you?’
‘You what?’ You laughed, watching his cheeks redden more than you’d ever seen to the point the bridge of his nose was also glowing.
‘Sorry, I saw you posing for some your friend was taking and I just thought you looked nice and wondered if you’d want a more candid one’ he mumbled shyly. ‘Shit, sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. I can’t delete it if you-‘
‘I guess I should give you my number then’ you whispered with a smile, holding your hand out for him to place his phone in and the look of relief that washed over his face made you chuckle.
As soon as you handed it back he had to go but you knew it was coming so you bid him a quick goodbye and not even five minutes later you felt your phone buzz in your pocket
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It was a fairly brazen comment from you, but it seemed to do the trick and the pair of you were messaging for the rest of the day and well into the night. All tucked up in bed later as you giggled into your pillow and when you got onto the topic of where he lived now, since he’d mentioned not being here anymore, things took a bit of a turn.
You’d had no idea he was a footballer, you had never met one in your life and had no idea what it even all meant but he told you he didn’t want you to think of him as any different than you had done earlier. He was still the same guy, he just has a slightly strange job compared to the average person.
He was right though, coming across to you as just like any normal guy and as the weeks passed you could feel yourself starting to slip under his spell. It was never your intention to speak to someone who lived so far away and you knew that seeing him again would be difficult, even if he wanted to see you anyway, but you couldn’t help your feelings towards him no matter how much you told yourself nothing would amount to anything.
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You didn’t expect him to go in fully and dress up exactly like him but when he showed you his onesie on face time his enthusiasm excited you. You’d never had a boy to do a couples costume with before and you weren’t even sure he that’s what he wanted when he was asking for costume ideas but you’d decided to shoot your shot and thankfully it had paid off.
He was staying with a friend but just as he promised, he came to get you from your house. You thought it might be awkward, the pair of you only seeing each other in person once but as soon as you saw him again it was like no time had passed. Him knocking on your door fully dressed up and you giggled as he gave you a kiss on the cheek after a big hug.
You didn’t live too far away thankfully and after 20 minutes or so in the car with him, he was pulling up to his friends house. It was unlike anything you’d seen and you tried not to let it show that you were that impressed so you just took his hand and let him lead you through. You felt awkward instantly though as you looked around as it was full of gorgeous girls in barely there outfits whilst you stood there in a big pink t-shirt and your hair in bunches. Mason picked up on you straight away though and pulled you closer to him by your waist.
‘You good?’
‘You could have told me it was that type of party’ you laughed, hiding your face in his neck but he just squeezed you and bumped the side of your head with his nose so you’d look at him.
‘What do you mean?’ He smiled, rubbing your back a little bit as he was confused and you were finding it hard to be mad at him.
‘Mason, there are girls here who look like they’ve just stepped off a runway and I look like… well this’
‘You look perfect’ he whispered, kissing your forehead gently. Your cheeks warming instantly as even though he was being pretty touchy this was the first proper bit of intimacy you’d had from him. ‘I’m not looking at what anyone else is wearing anyway’ he reassured you and you felt your face heat even more at how lovely he was being.
His hand very rarely left yours and if it did it was just so he could hold your waist or wrap his arm around you and considering it was his friends party filled with people he didn’t see too often you were surprised at how much he didn’t want to mingle. That every conversation you joined you wouldn’t stay in long as he’d ask you something and soon enough you’d be in your own world again and when you asked him why he just smiled brightly.
‘I know those boring bastards, but I don’t know you yet. Not as much as I’d like to anyway’ he teased as his eyes flickered all over you and you felt your knees go weak as he bit his lip.
He was the perfect gentleman, getting all your drinks for you and letting you know he’d look after you. Mason himself wasn’t drinking as he wasn’t allowed but you noticed all his friends were and you figured it was just because he’d promised to take you home and was making sure he could. Mason seemed like the type to have a great time without drink though however you were thankful you’d had a few to loosen you up a bit.
As the night came to an end, you both knew you didn’t want to part but as you still lived with your overbearing parents it made things difficult. It had taken you enough time to convince them to let you come here tonight so staying out all night was completely out of the question and when the house began to empty out you knew it was time.
‘I think I need the loo before we go’ you told Mason, and his sad smile told you all you needed to know.
‘I’ll show you where it is’ he smiled, taking you by the hand upstairs and when he pulled open a random door and flicked the light on you were met with a bright and airy guest bedroom. ‘Just through here. Everyone’s been using the main one so this should be cleaner’ he laughed and you popped a quick kiss on his cheek as you passed by.
Once you were out you waited for him whilst he popped in there. Having a look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked somewhat acceptable and he was out quicker than you thought he’d be so he caught you checking yourself out.
He was quick to come over and wrap his arms around you from behind whilst taking his phone out of his pocket to hand to you. Instructing that he wanted you to take a few photos of the pair of you together to commemorate your first Halloween but soon enough you stopped taking any pictures and he was just holding you.
‘Come on’ he huffed. Removing his arms from around your waist and you could tell he was deflated just from the sound of his voice.
‘What’s wrong?’ You asked as you turned to him and the playful pout on his face made you feel a little bit guilty.
‘I’ve been dreading this part all night’ he chuckled, pulling you into his chest now so he could hug you properly and when he tucked his head into your neck you couldn’t stop your smile. ‘Sulley doesn’t want to say goodbye to his Boo’
‘Oh Mase’
‘Stay with me tonight’ he whispered, pulling back to look at you pleadingly and you almost gave in then and there. ‘Please, boo’
‘Mase.. I can’t’ you breathed, shaking your head ever so slightly. ‘I’m sorry-‘
‘No I’m sorry, I’m being way too forward. It’s just I’m not here long and I want to spend as much time with you as I can’
‘I want that too’
‘But?’
‘My mum will kill me’ you laughed, realising how ridiculous you sounded but Mason seemed to understand and quickly popped a kiss on your cheek. ‘Maybe I could come up to Manchester soon and visit?’ You asked, shock taking over his face at what you were suggesting and you were certain yours looked the same as you hadn’t even thought about the words before they’d come out of your mouth.
‘Yeah? You’d want to’
‘Yeah of course. I’ve never been before’ you told him and the smile he sent you made your heart race. ‘I just think it might be a bit too soon for you know … all that. I’ve never-‘
‘No you’re right’ he laughed as he cut you off. ‘Sorry I’ve just been getting a bit ahead of myself I think. I don’t know if I’ve made it that obvious but I really like you’ he told you as his cheeks flushed and you knew yours were doing the exact same.
‘Really? I had no idea’ you teased but you knew you needed to be honest with him too. ‘I like you too’
It was the longest three seconds of your life. Watching his eyes flicker down to your lips as he moved closer to you and you were powerless to stop anything. Tilting your face up to meet his and before you knew it his lips were on yours.
This wasn’t like any kiss first you’d ever had before. It was slow and sexy and you both hummed into each other's mouths as his tongue brushed against yours playfully. Your heart racing in your chest as he ever so carefully moved his lips against yours and you knew you’d never be the same again after this.
‘Come on, I’ll get you home’ he whispered against your lips after you’d parted but you felt deflated instantly. You didn’t want to leave him now, not after the best first kiss you’d ever had but you knew it was the right thing to do.
‘Are you sure it’s okay? You know-‘
‘I can wait. You’re worth it’ he confirmed quietly and you didn’t realise how much you needed to hear those words. ‘I mean I got to kiss you, that's more than enough for me. I’m just being greedy really’ he winked and your heart felt lighter as you both giggled.
‘You’re right, you need to be cut off’ you joked but when he lent down to kiss you again you let him.
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y/n Happy spooky season 🧡
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masonmount wow whoever took that first one has got a great eye 👀
y/n thank you my sulley 🩵💜
Going to Manchester to see him was the beginning of the end for you. You loved it up there and you loved your time with Mason just as much to the point you’d just sob the whole way home each time you had to leave him and you knew he was always just as down as you were about it. Each time it getting harder and harder to say goodbye so when next Halloween came and Mason wanted to celebrate your first anniversary together you jumped at the chance to spend some quality time with him.
Moving to Manchester after just a year of dating was a risk, and you both definitely knew it, but when Mason brought up wanting you to move in with him at your anniversary dinner you wanted to jump at the chance. You knew in your heart you were going to be with Mason for a really long time and the thought of starting your lives together up there really excited you. Your mum took it pretty hard but she knew you’d have to leave home eventually but neither of you could have guessed it would have been so far away.
You mostly worked from home in London anyway, only needing to visit the office twice a month so after a quick chat with your manager about different options, she told you keeping you was more important and that working in Manchester would be no different than London so she was happy for you to make the move.
Mason seemed to be the most excited. Letting you pick out any spare room you wanted to turn into your office and you picked the one at the back that overlooked the garden. The main reason being that in the summer you knew you’d be able to watch him training out of the window, but you told him it was because it was near the kitchen and downstairs loo so you didn’t have that far to walk.
It was lonely sometimes, spending all day at home on your own and when work was finally done not having anyone to talk to. At home at least your mum would be there so you could talk about your days as you fought over what to cook, but the house being empty did nothing to cure the ache of loneliness that would settle in your tummy until Mason was with you.
You hadn't been here long enough to make friends of your own and the ones you’d left behind did nothing to help you feel less lonely. Carrying on like you didn’t even exist and going to all your favourite places without you as well as new places you’d always wanted to try. You tried not to take it to heart too much as you didn’t want them to stop living their lives but you thought it was funny how as soon as you were gone they suddenly had time for all the things you wanted to do when they never had before.
Not wanting to be a grump for too much longer you quickly glanced at your phone when you were finally ready to get up. No text or update from him to let you know he was going to be home later than planned and usually it wouldn't have mattered but you thought with it being Valentine's Day he would have made a touch more effort as you were meant to be having dinner together. Your tummy hurt as your sadness migrated into every fiber of your being and you knew it wouldn’t be disappearing anytime soon.
All the lights were off when you eventually made your way out of your office. Traipsing through the silent house to the front so you could look out onto the drive, however it only upset you more to see that his car wasn’t there and suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. Wanting nothing more than to get into bed so you could sleep this awful mood away, but there was something that stopped you as soon as you made it upstairs.
You noticed the warm glow coming from the bathroom as soon as you reached the landing. The door was ever so slightly cracked open and you knew you hadn't left it like that so the light confused you. In the end you took a few cautious steps over so you could peek around the gap and the sight before you made your heart flutter.
There was Mason, hunched over the bath as he swirled his hand around the soapy water that was topped with rose petals. The scent of your favourite bubble bath filling the air as he checked the water temperature before he was standing back up and reaching for a lighter so he could continue to light the candles he’d set up in a row on the window. Watching and waiting until he’d grabbed a fresh towel to place on the warmer until you couldn’t help but open the door a little more and step inside.
You felt instant regret as soon as you did. This was clearly meant to be a surprise for you and you’d just marched in on him but the smile he gave you after the initial shock of seeing you made your eyes sting and as your face began to crumple, he was over to you in a flash.
‘What’s wrong, boo?’ He asked softly. Hands holding the tops of your arms as you tried to wipe your eyes but it was pointless as more tears came falling seconds after.
‘I didn’t know you were h-home’ you hiccuped, sounding completely ridiculous as you broke down into sobs, but just like always he took you as you came and listened intently. ‘I t-thought you’d be late a-again’
‘Well I’m a lot later than I wanted to be’ he told you softly. ‘I only got in about five minutes ago’
‘Where’s y-your car?’
‘I got a fucking flat tire, didn’t I’ he laughed but you could tell he was pissed off underneath. ‘Had to leave it at training cause I couldn’t get anyone out to fix it and then Luke dropped me home’ he explained before his face softened again and his voice came out in just a whisper. ‘Baby, tell me what’s wrong’
‘Sorry’ you blubbed. Covering your face with your hands again so you could hide yourself and thankfully he knew not to try and make you look at him. Simply wrapping his arms around your shaking body so he could pull you into his and when you felt his lips on your forehead shushing you gently you nearly lost it again.
He always knew what you needed, and right now all you needed was a big cry whilst he held you and whispered that everything would be okay until you found enough courage to take your hands away from your face and wrap them around his body.
‘You think I can’t tell that something’s been going on with you?’ He whispered, pulling back to look at you but when he realised you weren’t budging he just rested his cheek on the top of your head with a sigh. ‘I notice everything, boo’
‘I’m sorry’ you croaked, not even too sure what you were apologising for but it just felt like the right thing to say for hiding your emotions from him.
‘Don’t say that’ he told you as he squeezed you a bit tighter but you still weren’t ready to look at him. Holding him back just as tight as he rubbed your back and you could feel the love from him pour into you. ‘You gonna tell me what’s up?’
‘I don’t know, I just feel a bit down’ you mumbled, shrugging your shoulders as you wondered what you should say to him but you realised there was no point giving him half truths. ‘I've just been a bit homesick I think, it gets lonely in this house when you’re not here and I know you’ve been working really hard to get back into the team but I thought you’d forgotten about me tonight’
‘I’m sorry’ he breathed. ‘I know I haven’t been around as much lately and I know that hasn't helped with how you’re feeling. That’s why I wanted to get home early so I could do something nice for you and I couldn't even get that right’ he laughed. ‘And I know you miss your family, I miss mine too so I know how you feel and I know I’ve been a bit wrapped up in myself but I promise I’ll make it up to you. Starting tonight, yeah?’
‘What’s all this?’ You asked, finally pulling away as you could look at him and the sympathetic look on his face almost set you off again, but Mason was quick to kiss your forehead and look at you softly again.
‘Well I thought you deserved a bit of relaxation while I cooked for us’ he confirmed. ‘Happy valentines, boo’
‘Happy valentine’s, Masey’ you smiled, reaching up to give him a soft and sweet kiss. ‘What are you making?’
‘I’m not sure yet’ he laughed. ‘Any requests?’
‘Well I was hoping you would stay with me in here, I’ve missed you’ you told him shyly. ‘We can always order food’
‘Yeah? Okay let’s do that’ he nodded shyly. ‘C’mere, let’s get you in’
Mason helped to undress you so you were ready for your bath. Kissing your skin gently as he carefully removed each piece of clothing and helped you into the perfectly warm water as you felt all your troubles melt away into the bubbles.
He happily sat on the floor next to you as you chatted away and you finally opened up to him about how your friends had been acting with you lately as well as everything else you’d already mentioned. He sympathised with you as he sometimes felt that way himself and apologised for neglecting you for the last few weeks.
‘Come get in with me?’ You asked after 15 minutes or so, watching his eyebrows raise in shock as his cheeks turned pink but now you’d said it all you could think about was relaxing your body into his.
‘Really?’
‘Yeah why not’ you laughed. ‘I wanna feel close to you’ you pouted and you could see his blush deepening from a mile off. Watching him gently standing up so he could whip his clothes off and you shuffled down the tub a bit so he could slide in behind you.
You didn’t ask for it, but as he began to massage your shoulders you could have melted into the water. You didn’t realise how uptight and tense you were until his fingers began to work away at your knots and it felt so good a shiver ran up your spine. The warm water of your bath felt like a safe blanket lapping against you and you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve this type of treatment.
‘That okay?’ He murmured into the side of your head but it was like you could barely string a sentence together and your whole body felt like it was floating.
‘That’s perfect’ you mumbled, feeling more relaxed and loved than you had in weeks and you knew he was laughing at you as you felt his chest rumble against your back.
‘I’m not very good at this, but I’ve picked up a few tricks from having them done so often’ he laughed but soon enough his hands were traveling down your arms and holding you around your waist so he could hold you close and talk to you without any distractions. ‘So listen I need you to pack a bag tonight’ he mumbled in your ear and you turned your head to look up at him questioningly.
‘Are you kicking me out?’
‘No’ he laughed. ‘But I bet after that you could do with a proper massage, right? Well I’ve booked us into a spa for the weekend with a slightly delayed valentines dinner tomorrow night. It’s in London though so we’ll have a bit of an early start if that’s okay’’
‘I thought we weren’t making a fuss’ you whispered, your face breaking out into a smile so wide your cheeks hurt but he was looking back at you so lovingly it was like you could feel him coursing through your veins.
‘I know, but you deserve it’ he affirmed. Kissing your forehead softly as he stroked his thumbs over your skin ‘Then Sunday we’ve got lunch with your parents. I organised it the other day so I think that’s worked out pretty well’ he winked, feeling tears well in your eyes again for the millionth time that night but this time it was for a whole different reason.
‘What? Really’
‘Yes’ he nodded. ‘I knew you must have been missing them and since we’ll be down there I thought we could make the most of it’
‘Thank you’ you gulped. Reaching up to kiss him properly and it was like you were having your first kiss all over again, carefully kissing each other like you had all the time in the world.
When you were both ready to get out, Mason jumped out first to grab your towel from the heater before walking you back over to your shared bedroom to get changed. A huge bunch of red roses on the bed waiting for you and you had to tell yourself to hold it together as you’d you’d done tonight was cry.
Mason grabbed you a pair of shorts and one of his favourite comfy tops that you loved to wear for you to change into and while he was putting in your food order, you grabbed an overnight bag and began to pack.
‘Where are we going for dinner tomorrow night, Mase?’ You questioned as you fingered through some of your nicer things on your rack but you didn’t want to be overdressed if it was somewhere more casual.
‘It’s a surprise’
‘But I need to know what to pack’ you pouted, hoping you’d be able to get a little more from him than that but he seemingly didn’t want to give too much away.
‘Something nice’ he shrugged, locking his phone before standing up to join you and you placed your hands on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
‘Those new pjs you got me for Christmas are nice, maybe I’ll just wear those’ you teased, hoping you could taunt him into telling you and from the way he rolled his eyes you knew it was working.
‘Okay fine’ he laughed. ‘You should pack that black dress, you know the one you’ve been saving for a certain restaurant’
‘You didn’t’ you breathed, not knowing if he was just messing with you or if he’d actually got the pair of you into the restaurant you’d always wanted to try but from the nod of his head you knew he was making your dream come true. ‘Mase’
‘I know you were meant to go there with your girlfriends and I know I was meant to get you a table and never did cause I’m a rubbish boyfriend and I forgot’ he laughed, bumping his nose against yours as you both giggled before his face got serious ‘but I know they’ve been trying all the places you wanted without you so I thought we could keep this one just for us’
‘Thank you’ you pouted, reaching up to kiss him gently and he deepened it straight away. You hadn’t kissed each other like this in days and you could have quite easily taken it further but it was Mason who pulled away first much to your dismay.
‘Easy there, boo. We’ve got food on the way and there’s nowhere near enough time for me to do what I want with you’ he told you lowly, his voice thick and warm like honey and it made your insides quiver. ‘I’ll make it worth your while if you wait’
‘You always do’ you winked and you noticed how he blushed at your words.
‘Come on boo, we’ll go set the table yeah? Eat like proper humans for a change’ he laughed as he took your hand and you laughed along with him as he led you out of your room. Your mood a lot lighter than it was just over an hour ago and you couldn’t wait to finally spend your first Valentine’s Day under the same roof with the boy you loved most in the world.
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y/n quick trip home for some well needed downtime and a visit to somewhere I’ve always wanted to go with my valentine ♥️
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masonmount anything for my girl ♥️
y/n love you sm 🥰 🤭
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can i request hybrid wolf toji x hybrid lamb reader ???
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Warnings. WolfHybrid!Toji x HybridLamb!reader, shy!reader, size difference, smut, crying, fat cock, Tw noncon
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Toji hadn’t even heard of such a cute thing like you even existed but lo and behold you were standing in front of him in the smallest dress he had ever seen a woman in and the most adorable ears atop your head.
He had just finished a job and was now standing in front of you soaked in some bastards blood, you were a shaking mess and not responding to the way he snapped his fingers near your ear. The only way he brought you back to reality was lifting up your soft fluffy ear and screaming in it.
You quickly pushed him as hard as you could but Toji didn’t budge an inch, but you sure did fall flat on your ass, quivering and looking up at Toji with the most innocent eyes that could be mustered, oh he was infatuated with you from that moment forward.
He took you right where you stood and brought you into his dark world, you stood in the middle emitting such a bright warm light.
That night Toji takes you he revenges you, despite your pleas of being a virgin he can’t help himself to a cunt that was begging to be ruined, he compared the size of his fat cock to you and groaned loudly, the sheer joy coursing through the head of his meaty cock down to his balls drove him mad.
He spreads your plush thighs apart roughly digging into the fat and hurting you, he loosens his grip a little when a whimper falls from your lips. When Toji slips a finger inside your drooly pussy you bleat…
You’re so quick to cover your mouth and look away in shame. It handnt even occurred to Toji that you actually made those noises, he’s definitely going to pry more out of you.
His flushed tip remains only a little past the tip, he wants to badly to shove everything inside of you, he’s fighting himself to not just pound you till you’re crying and unconscious.
Toji moves his hips in a slow motion, working you around him and trying to get you open.
“Pussy’ so fuckin’ tight..” he growls lowly in your ear.
He shoves another inch inside of you, all his control slips from him when you let out an even louder bleat, he shoves his entire length inside you in one swift movement.
Time seems to stop completely when you’re screaming and immediately cumming around him, his balls tighten and with all his strength he pins your legs up into the nastiest mating press.
He ignores the way you whine in pain and fucks into you over and over, he sees the way your toes curl and the way your mouth hangs open at your impending doom.
He bounces off of you in a nice rhythm, feeding off on all your reactions, it’s going to be an extremely long night for you.
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Your jjk caveman crack fics are literally the best thing ever 😂 do you think we could get a part 3???
Thank you for the ask, I was already gonna post this. Happy Valentine's Day!!!
Ooga Booga Sukuna gets Reverse Bonked
Previous Chapter 2: Ooga Booga Gojo tries to Court you (Tumblr/Ao3)
Summary: Prehistoric, period-accurate Neanderthal JJK daddies courting you with grunts, rocks, & zero verbal communication. Just prehistoric buffoonery.
A/N: Listen. I don’t know how we got here. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just know that prehistoric Sukuna is going through it, and honestly? Good for him. This chapter is dedicated to all the idiots in love who have the combined IQ of a rock & the tension of two angry stray cats fighting over a single chicken bone. As usual, => This is a different reader, but the same Sukuna—unfortunately for you. => Some bits are suggestive (in regards of mating), but nothing in detail, only in comedy. => This is Sukuna’s chapter, but don’t worry—the other guys are also getting their solo stories, with guest appearances in each other’s on a regular. So I recommend reading all of them, but I can’t force you to make good life choices. Now, let’s begin.
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Sukuna, the undisputed apex predator of the prehistoric world, wakes up.
This is already unacceptable.
Sukuna does not wake up confused.
Sukuna does not wake up with a headache the size of a mammoth's behind.
Sukuna does not wake up in a cave that is not his.
Yet here he is.
His nose twitches—this place smells wrong. The fire is too small. The air lacks the familiar stench of victory. And worst of all, the pile of furs beneath him? Not his.
Then, he sees you.
The audacity.
The sheer, reckless audacity of you.
Sitting there, cross-legged, casually sharpening a rock, as if you didn’t just bonk the most dangerous being alive on the head and drag him here like a sack of mammoth dung.
Sukuna moves to sit up—except he doesn’t.
His brain short-circuits.
His wrists and ankles are tied.
Him. Sukuna. The strongest. Bound like a common prey animal.
His first instinct? Murder.
His second? Murder, but angrier.
You glance up. See him glaring. Raise a smug eyebrow.
Then, with the infuriating calm of someone who does not fear death, you reach out and pat his head.
Oh.
You will pay for this.
He—a god among men, the most dangerous being alive—has been bonked and dragged to a cave like a defenseless animal.
By you.
But Sukuna is smort so he will find a way to escape.
He gets an idea immediately.
Sukuna is also stronk. These flimsy ropes should be nothing.
He flexes. Twists. Yanks.
He will be free in mere seconds—
The rope does not budge.
You observe him silently.
Your expressions unreadable.
Then you slowly grab a stick from beside you—
AND BONK HIM ON THE FOREHEAD!!!
His entire being vibrates with rage.
This—this has never happened before.
A second bonk follows.
His eye twitches.
Fine. You want a fight? Sukuna will not even need his hands.
He leans forward, bares his teeth, flexes every muscle he owns. His glare alone has sent cavemen running.
He exudes menace.
You yawn.
Then. Without hesitation.
You reach out and grab his chin.
He stops breathing.
Your grip is firm, but what’s worse—you squeeze his cheeks.
…Like he is an adorable little animal.
Rage. Shame. Disbelief.
You boop his nose.
HUMILIATION!!!
He will try again. NOT BECAUSE THIS FEELS NICE, but because he’s exhausted.
---
The next morning, you leave the cave.
Sukuna, apex predator, descends into rabid, frantic gnawing.
His teeth work overtime. His dignity is irrelevant.
He is almost free—
Then.
You return.
Carrying food.
His stomach betrays him.
Loudly.
You know. You heard.
You smirk.
Then you feed him.
Not throw the food at him. Not let him grab it himself. No. You hold it up to his mouth.
You expect him to take a bite.
Like some helpless captive wife.
He contemplates death.
Then. With slow, soul-crushing defeat—
He takes a bite.
Disgraceful.
---
Now that you have secured the beast, you begin the ritual.
Sukuna, still bound, watches with narrowed, suspicious eyes as you approach—arms full of rocks.
You drop them in front of him like a sacrificial offering.
Not just any rocks.
Sharp ones. Deadly ones. The kind that could easily pierce flesh, shatter bone, and end lives. (Unlike a certain white-haired idiot who collects useless shiny ones.)
Sukuna blinks.
Stares at the pile.
Then at you.
What is this? A challenge? An insult? An attempt at trickery?
He grunts. (What is this nonsense?)
You grunt back. (Good rocks. Kill things. Useful.)
His fingers twitch. Even bound, he is a warrior. And a warrior recognizes quality weaponry when he sees it.
This is… acceptable.
You nod, satisfied.
Then, just because you can, you pat his head.
Sukuna’s entire body stiffens.
You leave again and return moments later, dragging an actual, freshly hunted animal carcass.
Bigger than you.
Not stolen. (Unlike certain white-haired idiot. Maybe you learned what-not-to-do by watching him.)
Not leftovers scavenged from some beast’s kill.
This is primal.
Earned.
Dominant.
Sukuna sniffs the air.
His instincts kick in.
This is real food. Warrior’s food.
You tear a chunk of meat, toss it into a flame, let it sizzle and cook—the rich aroma fills the cave.
His stomach makes that sound again.
You hear it.
He knows you hear it.
You smirk and bring some cooked bits to his mouth.
Sukuna scowls, looking anywhere but at you.
His entire existence is suffering.
Then, with murderous reluctance, he eats.
It is good.
Too good.
Too competent.
He hates it.
---
It is time.
Sukuna does not know it is time. But it is.
You grab him by the scruff like a misbehaving cave bear cub and drag him to the river.
He thrashes.
Snarls.
He is Sukuna. Apex predator. The most dangerous being alive. He does not need cleaning.
You grunt. (You stink.)
Sukuna snaps his teeth at you. (I will kill you for this insult.)
You dunk him in the river.
It is instant chaos.
He thrashes like a drowning bison.
Water explodes in all directions.
A fish gets yeeted into the sky.
Birds evacuate the trees.
Somewhere, in the distance, an elder caveman sees the commotion and rethinks his entire existence. (It was just Yaga.)
But Sukuna is still tied.
So, in the end, it is just dramatic splashing.
His pride? Destroyed.
His dignity? Evaporated.
His hair? Now suspiciously soft.
You grunt approvingly. (Worthy mate.)
Sukuna glares death.
You pat his head.
He roars in betrayal.
---
The moment of truth.
You drag him back to the cave.
The fire flickers. The air is thick with something tense.
You crouch down.
And, without hesitation—
You untie him.
Sukuna freezes.
Oh.
Oh no.
He is free.
He should run.
He should crush you, burn this place down, reclaim his pride, and remind the world why he is the strongest.
But…
He does not move.
Instead, he stares.
At you.
At the organized cave.
At the good food.
At the comfort.
At the competence.
His stomach does a weird thing.
Not hunger.
Something else.
…Oh.
OH.
He has been courted.
By you.
A woman smaller than him?
The realization is devastating.
You smirk.
And, one more time…
You pat his head.
Sukuna growls.
But he does not leave.
---
Sukuna is suffering.
It has been days.
He should be fine.
He should be thriving.
He has good food, a strong cave, sharp rocks, and the privilege of not being bonked daily. (Progress…?)
But there is a problem.
He wants you.
Physically.
Desperately.
Like a fever in his bones.
Like an itch behind his ribs that he can’t reach.
Like an unrelenting cave mosquito bite, but worse because it is YOU, and mosquitoes die easily, but you refuse to perish.
You glare at him across the fire.
He glares back.
The air is thick. Heavy. Crackling with something primal.
But there is one fatal flaw.
Neither of you know what you’re doing.
You move first.
Sukuna tenses as you grab his chin again, your grip rough, firm—like you’re inspecting game.
His stomach does that thing again.
He does not like this.
He likes this too much.
You shove him down.
His brain shatters.
He snarls, trying to flip you over—to dominate. To win. But your grip on his wrists tightens, and suddenly,
HE. IS. PINNED.
His vision goes red.
THE AUDACITY.
THE. AUDACITY. Again for emphasis.
But then…
You do nothing.
You just stare at him.
Waiting.
Sukuna stares back.
…Now what?
Sukuna, desperate to reclaim dominance, growls.
Flips you over.
You flip him back.
He flips you again.
You reverse.
This goes on for ten minutes.
At this point, it is not romantic.
It is not primal.
It looks like two prehistoric idiots trying to invent wrestling.
Somewhere outside, an elder caveman hears the commotion, shakes his head, and decides to write cave poetry instead of mating this year. (It’s Ijichi and he’s not an elder, just looks like one.)
Inside the cave, the match continues.
Grunts.
Snarls.
Dirt flying everywhere.
At some point, you both just stop.
Panting. Staring. Confused.
Sukuna frowns. (This should be instinctual. Why is it not happening?)
You squint. (Maybe… different approach?)
He grabs your toes.
You instinctively kick him.
He growls.
You growl louder.
The problem is, neither of you know where to put things.
Hands? Everywhere.
Mouth? Nowhere near the right spots.
At one point, Sukuna headbutts you by accident.
You elbow him in retaliation.
Then he chokes on his own spit.
This is not going very well.
You pull back.
Stare at each other.
Both of you look deeply disappointed in the other.
Sukuna exhales sharply and grunts. (What now?)
You grunt back. (We… thonk.)
A silent, wordless truce is reached.
For now.
But the tension remains.
You glare.
Sukuna glares back.
This is not over.
Sukuna is determined.
You are determined.
Neither of you will be defeated.
---
So, the next night, you and Sukuna do what any couple of prehistoric idiots would do.
You watch Nanami.
For research.
This is a flawless plan.
A foolproof plan.
A brilliant plan.
It is not.
You and Sukuna are in the bushes.
Close.
Too close.
Way too close.
You are practically inside Nanami’s cave.
Sukuna’s arm brushes against yours. His breath is hot against your neck.
The scent of raw violence and bad decisions lingers in the air.
Neither of you acknowledge it.
You are professionals.
Well.
You are Neanderthals.
Same thing.
The fire inside Nanami’s cave casts perfect shadows on the walls.
A masterclass performance.
A step-by-step tutorial.
A once-in-a-lifetime learning opportunity.
Your tiny prehistoric brains absorb the data.
You both squint.
Sukuna nudges you and grunts. (That look right?)
You tilt your head. (Maybe…?)
You lean in.
Then Sukuna leans in.
Then you lean in more.
Then Sukuna leans in more.
You are practically between Nanami’s legs.
And then—
Nanami notices.
Nanami stops mid-....
Turns his head.
Narrows his dead, exhausted, so-done-with-life eyes.
Sukuna freezes.
You freeze.
There is a moment of tense silence.
A life-defining moment.
A moment where you both reconsider your entire existence.
Then.
Nanami picks up a rock.
A very big rock.
You both start to back away.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Retreat.
Disengage.
Escape.
Nanami does not care.
He hurls the rock.
Hard.
(Because unlike you two and a certain white-haired tribe fool, Nanami has a concept of privacy. And money does not exist yet, so no, he will not be starting an adult site. No. Thank. You.)
The rock sails through the air.
The trajectory is perfect.
The angle is flawless.
The impact should be devastating.
It should crush one of you on sight.
But instead—
It misses.
And instead—
It hits Gojo.
Who was minding his own business.
(Also watching Nanami with his woman for research.)
Gojo collapses instantly.
Directly onto his woman’s chest.
His woman looks down.
Pauses.
Then just shrugs and drags his lanky ass back into their cave.
Like this happens often.
Like she is used to this.
Like she has accepted her fate.
Meanwhile, you and Sukuna, still recovering from near-death-by-rock, decide that maybe this particular research method is flawed.
And with whatever dignity you have left,
You. Retreat.
Nanami’s woman yanks his hair back.
Nanami sighs.
Shakes his head.
Goes back to it.
As if this is normal.
As if he is unbothered, unfazed, and entirely too used to it by now because Gojo exists.
But now, you both have studied.
The blueprint has been acquired.
The forbidden knowledge is yours.
It is time.
Back in your cave, you and Sukuna recreate the motions.
At first, it is awkward.
Very awkward.
There is fumbling.
Some miscalculations.
At one point, Sukuna forgets what legs do.
He just stands there, confused.
You overcorrect.
And by overcorrect, you mean you accidentally knee him in the stomach.
Hard.
He folds in half like a poorly constructed shrubbery tent.
This is not going well.
Then—
Something clicks.
Sukuna growls.
Pins you down.
His grip is tight.
His eyes are dark.
His muscles flex.
He grunts. (Submit.)
You flip him over.
Your grip is tighter around his throat.
Your eyes deadlier.
Your muscles flex harder.
You grunt back. (No, you submit.)
Silence.
Sukuna pauses.
Then—
He lets you.
His pupils dilate.
His breath hitches.
Oh.
OH.
He likes this.
You smirk.
Something clicks (aka Evolution in Real-Time).
Then finally, it happens.
It is violent.
It is chaotic.
It is not historically accurate.
But it works.
Afterwards, Sukuna.exe has crashed.
He is a mess.
Sprawled out.
Chest heaving.
Staring at the ceiling like he just witnessed the invention of the calendar.
His brain is fried.
His life has changed.
Meanwhile, you stretch.
Feeling accomplished.
Victorious.
Like a goddess.
Sukuna, however, is still processing his entire existence.
He has been tamed.
Fully.
You pat his head.
He glares.
Weakly.
Then you crawl onto his chest and fall asleep like a starfish.
He just sighs.
This is his life now.
A/N: Well. That happened. I don’t know whether to feel proud, concerned, or vaguely threatened. Sukuna has officially entered his “I don’t know what just happened but I liked it” era, & frankly? He deserves to suffer.
Vote wisely. Or don’t. Nothing is wise in this story. 💀
Next chapter will be out soon :)
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icarusflewsworld · 2 days ago
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Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC
Hello, here is the chapter 33 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.
Luxiana still hides a lot of things but I hope you liked this chapter and appreciated the revelations of the beginning of her past.
Next chapter, Sunday 16 and the three Illyrians will not bear not having been able to save Luxiana's wings.
Thank you again for all your love. I love you !!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
! Don't forget to read the previous and following chapters ! : Here
Chapter 33
The three Illyrians were stationed in the great reception hall of the House of Wind. People were bustling around them dancing, talking and laughing as they waited for the Starfall.
But Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel were just waiting for their soulmate. They were so impatient to see her arrive and to show her the Starfall. She had spent the day with Mor and Amren because they had to prepare the reception and do other things but they had missed Luxiana terribly.
And when, at last, she entered the room - accompanied by Mor and Amren and as she talked and laughed with them - the three Illyrians gasped.
It wasn't because Amren was also smiling and responding to their soulmate as if they were best friends that the air was no longer entering the lungs of the three males.
No, it was because their soulmate was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.
They knew they thought that every time they saw her but now she was even more beautiful. They felt so lucky.
Luxiana wore one of the most beautiful dresses that Rhys' mother had created. A black silk dress. The flowing fabric hung loosely on her legs and around her. Her low-cut made the three Illyrians’ heads turn. When she turned around in circles to admire with wonder every corner of the room, they could see her magnificent bare back completely exposed and where only silver straps criss crossed to hold the front of the dress.
Her hair was curled and pulled into a sophisticated bun. But it was the way her eyes were made up in black -making her blue pupils shine a little brighter- and her gorgeous red-painted lips that were already making the three Illyrians hard.
When she laid eyes on the three of them, their hearts melted in their chests as they saw her jump for joy and bring a radiant smile to her face. She rushed towards them, leaving Mor and Amren behind and almost pushing people out of her way.
Luxiana threw her head into Rhysand's chest, opening her arms wide to grab Azriel and Cassian at her sides and hugging them close to Rhys.
The three of them laughed tenderly and were about to return that strange hug but she was so excited she already straightened up and took a step away. "I missed you today!" she confessed with an adorable and slightly sad pout.
Azriel smiled, running his finger under Luxiana's chin. "Sorry, princess. We had things to do."
"We had to prepare all this," Cassian said, pointing to the celebration around them. "But it was worth it if it allowed us to see you like this." He leered at the blonde's body, licking his lips. He wanted to make love to her in that dress.
"He's right," Rhysand confirmed, leaning forward to kiss her. He groaned as he placed his lips chastely on hers as his mouth tickled at the touch and as he had been thinking about nothing but kissing her since he had seen her lips painted red. "You are... the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he assured as he straightened up.
Luxiana's cheeks were flushed red as she smiled with wide, bright eyes as she looked at the lord. Her heart was racing in her chest. She brought her fingers to her lips. "In front of everyone?" she asked as she looked around at the people who were giving her surprised glances as they spoke in hushed tones about the relationship she might have with the lord.
"It's no secret that we care about you, princess. And we want to show it," Azriel breathed, leaning forward to kiss the blonde in return. Then he whispered to her with a smile. "You're ours, anyway."
Cassian smirked as he leaned down to Luxiana to kiss her lips as well. "Everyone needs to know," he confirmed his brother's words.
Luxiana blushed so much that she couldn't breathe because she was so hot. Her heart swelled pleasantly in her chest. The three of them had kissed her in front of all these people without embarrassment, without shame, to prove to everyone that she was only theirs. Luxiana's body vibrated a little too much knowing that.
At her head, the three Illyrians laughed tenderly.
Rhysand calmed down to give her hand to her. "Come on, it's going to be time for the Starfall. I know a more private balcony to watch it."
The blonde grabbed his hand and followed them upstairs, talking happily about the events they were about to watch and what it was. She had read so many books about it that she knew a lot about its history and what it was and she wanted to make sure that the Illyrians did too so they could enjoy it to the fullest. And then, her parents told her about this Starfall every time the three of them watched it.
The three Illyrians couldn't help but feel their chests swell with joy and a sense of peace as they heard their soulmate speak cheerfully and display her knowledge. How they had missed her today, damn it. They would never get tired of hearing her talk for hours on end.
They guided her to a balcony away from the others and the hustle and bustle, leaving the four of them under the starry sky.
Luxiana's eyes were as bright as the sky she was looking at. She threw herself onto the barrier to grab it. She started jumping up and down, grinning with all her teeth. "I'm super excited." But she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and sadness deep in her heart that she did everything she could to hide. The last time she had seen this Starfall was with her parents. "It's going to be beautiful!" she shouted to stifle her thoughts.
“It couldn’t be as beautiful as you,” Cassian whispered to her, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her. He placed his palms on her stomach and pulled her close, pressing her back to his chest.
Luxiana threw him a blushing glance over her shoulder but ended up slumping into his arms, enjoying the well-being that was taking hold of her.
Rhysand positioned himself beside them, placing one hand on the railing and the other on Luxiana's hand on the metal. She then turned her palm upwards to wrap her fingers with the lord's.
Azriel then placed himself on the other side and grabbed his soulmate's free hand to bring it to his lips, kiss it and keep her hand in his while caressing it with his thumb.
“It’s about to begin,” Rhysand signaled, pointing the sky to Luxiana with his eyes.
And when Luxiana set her eyes on the starry sky, the falling of the stars began. The blonde's eyes widened as her breath caught at the beauty of it all.
The three Illyrians glanced at the sky but, unable to resist, they lowered their pupils towards their soulmate to look at her and delight in her expressions. For them, she was a much more beautiful sight than the rain of stars after all.
It had been fifty years since Rhysand had seen that Starfall and only the cauldron knew how much he had missed it. But now that he was here, it didn't really matter anymore. Because what he wanted to look at more than anything else now was his soulmate.
"It's so beautiful," Luxiana managed to breathe as she took in the flying souls in the sky. Then she looked down at the memories that flooded her. Her parents could have continued to see this beautiful spectacle if she hadn't killed them.
Azriel and Rhysand frowned as they noticed her sudden sadness.
"Why do I think this makes you sad?" Rhysand asked, letting go of her hand to place his own on his soulmate's cheek.
Luxiana bit the inside of her cheek as her stomach twisted. She hesitated. Should she tell them? She really liked them. She wanted to tell them so much. For them to know everything about her. Without being able to think about it anymore, she opened her mouth to speak, to tell them everything. "Because..." But she was interrupted by a piece of star that crashed into her face with all its strength.
She cried out in surprise as she stepped back, forcing Cassian to release her. Luxiana's eyes widened and she brought her hand to her cheek before looking at her fingers and seeing silver stardust there.
The three Illyrians now in front of her, their backs to the barricade, gasped at the beauty of their soulmate with a piece of star on her cheek. They burst out laughing as they felt so happy. She was so beautiful.
She then burst out laughing with them. "I think the stars are trying to kill me."
“Oh no,” Cassian laughed, “I think they’re trying to make you even more beautiful.”
"It makes your freckles shine," Rhysand assured him with a glint in his eye.
Luxiana shook her head, smiling. She was about to rub the powder on her face with her hand but Azriel grabbed her to stop her.
"No wait, don't do this," he begged. "Give me time to memorize this moment forever in my memory first."
Luxiana could still feel her heart exploding in her chest. But suddenly, star projectiles machine-gunned the three Illyrians, making them retreat under the blows.
Cassian got hit in the ass by a gust of dust. Azriel was hit in the face and hair, as if he had done a brilliant gray coloration.
Rhysand managed to deploy his power to form a shield around himself but when the attack stopped and he lowered his shield, he got a trail of dust directly between his eyes.
He froze for a second as he realized that the stars had waited until he stopped protecting himself to attack him. He burst out laughing.
Azriel looked up at the sky and the stars with a jaded look. His hair was full of them. "Really?" he asked the sky.
“They shot at my ass!!!” Cassian huffed, trying to see his silver dust-filled buttocks by glancing under his arm and under his wing. “My ass, damn it.”
Luxiana burst out laughing, forcing the Illyrians to look back at her. She openly mocked them as she could barely breathe from laughing so hard. "Okay, I get it now," she said, holding her stomach. "I want to etch this moment into my memory too. I'll ask Feyre to paint it."
The three of them couldn't believe their eyes. They froze. She was so beautiful and she wanted to etch all three of them into her memory.
Rhysand felt his heart explode. "I love you," he confessed to her suddenly.
Cassian and Azriel gave him a wide look filled with surprise before understanding. They understood. They too wanted to shout that they were madly in love with her and had a hard time not doing it but it was much too soon. They then turned their eyes to Luxiana to see her reaction.
She stopped laughing gradually as she straightened up and adopted a slightly surprised and confused look. She glanced behind her, towards the inside of the building, as if she might think Rhysand was talking to someone else. She was out of breath but it wasn't because of her laughter, it was because of what Rhys had just said. It made her body tremble, it shook her heart and it burned her eyes. "What?" she asked in disbelief.
Rhysand smirked, his eyes never leaving his soulmate's. "I've fallen in love with you, Luxiana," he repeated softly, shrugging.
Luxiana gasped, her eyes widening a little more. Her heart began to explode in all directions in her chest, making her whole body tickle while butterflies gave her the impression of walking in her stomach. She couldn't help but have a big smile on her face as she felt pure happiness invade her.
He was in love with her? Luxiana couldn't take it anymore. She suddenly felt so happy as she had never been before.
She took a deep breath. She loved him too. She loved them too. She opened her mouth to tell them but she stopped in her tracks before a sound could come out. She looked down, frowning as she realized that, in the end, he knew nothing about her. He didn't know who she was, what she was, and all the horrible things she had done.
Could they then truly love her knowing everything she was hiding? She would love to so much. But it was not possible. However, a sliver of hope awoke in her heart. She then seized this spark with all her strength to cling to it and feed with it. She opened her mouth and went to reveal everything to them, hoping that Rhysand would still love her after this, but the lord interrupted her by raising his hand between them.
“Don’t say anything, please,” he begged.
“What? But... Why?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
Rhysand felt so anxious. He didn't want to know what she thought. Maybe she could tell him she loved him too but… what if she didn't? What if she told him she didn't love him? He wouldn't be able to get over it. It was cowardly, he knew that. But he didn't want her to tell him anything. He was too afraid of the answer. He wasn't ready yet. "I just wanted to tell you, Luxi. I just wanted you to know. That's all."
"But..." Luxiana tried, so Rhysand threw himself on her to kiss her full on the lips.
Although she was surprised, she still ended up kissing him back. Rhysand was a little calmed down. She wasn't pushing him away despite what he had just told her. She wasn't rejecting him.
They eventually broke apart and Luxiana was out of breath. "Can I talk now?"
Rhysand smiled. "Not if it's about what I just said."
“But…,” Luxiana tried pleadingly.
"No, or I'll have to make you forget what you want to say."
"Let me help you make her forget, brother," Cassian assured, taking Rhys' place and pushing him by the shoulder to kiss Luxiana.
The blonde laughed under Cassian's kisses feeling -although frustrated at not being able to answer Rhys- happy. Rhysand loved her and Cassian and Azriel didn't move away from her so maybe they loved her too. She loved all three of them.
Azriel rolled his eyes and grabbed Luxiana's hand, pulling her out of Cassian's grasp and into the building as everyone looked at him in confusion. "Let's get back to the party before it gets out of hand on that balcony."
Cassian growled in frustration and disappointment. He had wanted this to escalate on that balcony. He had wanted to pin her against the barricade, lift up her beautiful dress and take her from behind.
Rhysand slapped Cassian’s shoulder, laughing. He knew full well what his brother was thinking because it had crossed his mind too.
They then set off to catch up with Azriel and their soulmate.
The four of them walked towards the reception hall, at first in an uncharacteristic silence with Luxiana looking a little preoccupied. But they were relieved to see that -after Rhysand asked her how she had found the starfall- she had started talking cheerfully again in response.
She had then continued to talk about everything and nothing but Azriel gritted his teeth. Now that he knew her well, he could clearly see the difference between how she was when she was really happy and how she was when she was pretending. And there... She was pretending. He could clearly see it in the back of her pupils and in her smile a little less bright than usual that what Rhys had told her had disturbed her.
But why? Rhys should have let her talk, let her say what she had to say.
They reached the reception room and - hearing the lively music - Luxiana grabbed them by the arm to drag them onto the dance floor.
They talked, laughed and had fun while drinking alcohol throughout the night. And the hearts of the three Illyrians were filled with more hope when they saw Luxiana being even more tactile, cute and close to Rhysand during the evening.
She had fixed his hair, she blushed whenever he spoke to her, she took his hand whenever she could and she often cuddled him.
And Rhysand's heart swelled with hope, happiness, and peace a little more each time. She didn't push him away even though he had told her he loved her. That could only mean she loved him too. Damn, she loved him too. He felt so happy.
Of course, Azriel and Cassian had been jealous to see her suddenly closer to Rhys. They had also sought contact with their soul mate by kissing her, dancing with her, taking her hand.
And innocently, she had smiled pleasantly and reacted.
But Azriel could see the different way she looked at all three of them now. With a mixture of fear and apprehension well hidden behind that mask of sparkling joy.
But, if she was afraid of Rhysand's feelings, she would seek to distance herself, not to get closer to him like this. Azriel did not understand. But he was afraid of what it could hide.
Luxiana had been dancing and drinking all night. She tried to think about something else and forget by drinking alcohol. She hoped to ease her anxiety. What if they don't love her anymore when they know who she really is?
That was why she had been so tactile with Rhysand. Because she was so happy that he loved her and she was afraid he would change his mind when he grasped what she was. She was so afraid of losing them.
But maybe they didn't need to know. Maybe she could never tell them and keep hiding it from them for as long as it lasted. But how long would it last? And Feyre? What was Luxiana supposed to do?
Throughout the night, her brain kept pestering her with words and questions, giving her a horrible knot of anxiety in her stomach.
It was to try to calm herself down and ease her fears and thoughts that she threw herself at Cassian to kiss him when all four of them entered her room to sleep.
Azriel was reluctant. He could see that she wanted to sleep with them because she was anxious. He didn't like it, but he liked it even less when she wasn’t okay. So for now, he let her do it, but he intended to make her tell him what was wrong.
And as they had spent a wonderful night drinking, dancing and laughing, and as the sun rose, the three Illyrians made love to Luxiana for hours. Until early afternoon, when Luxiana fell asleep once soothed.
Before she fell asleep, Luxiana realized that her heart was beating incredibly fast with love. Because the way the three Illyrians had just made love to her was filled with feelings… of tenderness and love.
For now, she felt good with them and that was what mattered.
She would never tell them anything about who she was unless she had to one day. And that way, they could continue to love each other.
And it was with this last thought that she fell asleep in Cassian's arms with a smile on her lips.
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Luxiana shifted in the sheets. The fabric caressed her bare skin pleasantly as she stretched and rolled around in bed.
Cassian -while Luxiana was until then in his arms- tried to catch her but Rhysand, on the other side of Luxiana and in the middle of his two brothers, took advantage of it to catch his soul mate.
The lord pressed her chest against his chest before turning with her to move her away from Cassian. He put her back to the bed by landing on her and crushing her with all his weight. He buried his face in Luxiana's neck who began to laugh in a gravelly voice at the tickles that Rhys' breath caused on her neck.
Rhysand took a deep breath of the blonde's scent, savoring her bare skin against his.
"Hey, it's my turn," Cassian protested, trying to slip his hands between Rhys and Luxiana's bodies to grab the blonde and retrieve her. "You had her just before, Rhys."
Rhysand let out a sort of growl as he grabbed Luxiana to roll again and put his back to Cassian, taking his soulmate with him. She was now back glued to Rhys and right next to Azriel.
"He's right," Azriel pointed out. He removed his hands from behind his head to grab Luxiana by the hips - taking advantage of Rhys' attention on Cassian. He pulled the blonde towards him. "You both just got her, it's my turn."
"No!" cried the other two Illyrians, trying to get their soul mate back but Azriel did as Rhys did.
The spymaster turned his back to them, wrapping his arms around the blonde who was laughing heartily. She loved this too much. She loved this too much. She loved them too much.
The blonde pulled herself out of Azriel's arms to sit on the edge of the bed. "What time is it?"
Cassian groaned as he admired his soulmate's gorgeous backless figure. She was so beautiful and he was hard again even though he had cum inside her at least four times just a few hours ago. She would kill him, he was sure of it.
"It's early evening. You've only slept a few hours," Rhysand replied, falling onto his stomach and resting his cheek on his crossed forearms to continue to greedily examine his soulmate.
Luxiana glanced at the bay window in surprise, her surprise heightened when she saw that it was already dark. She let out a small laugh. Another day goes.  As much as she enjoyed her days with these three, she couldn't spend them making love. She had things to do. But first, her stomach was growling. She let out a groan of displeasure. "I'm starving."
The three Illyrians let out a small laugh of tenderness as they heard the blonde's stomach protest loudly.
Azriel, lying on his back behind his soulmate, ran his hand along the blonde's figure, from her rib to her hip. He smiled proudly as he saw her shiver at the contact. "Want me to make you cookies, princess?"
Luxiana turned her head sharply towards the Illyrian with big eyes filled with hope. He would really make her cookies again? She wanted to cry. She looked at all three of them in bed and realized that she loved their tender looks and the bright way they were watching her a little too much.
She swore in her head as her heart raced and suddenly the thought, the feeling, the instinct came to her. She really was in love with them.
She shouldn't. This couldn't lead to anything good. She would definitely end up hurt, she knew that. But instead of looking down at the realization, she smiled. She loved them and she just felt happy and excited.
Surprisingly, she wasn't afraid to get attached to them. She didn't really know why but she trusted them. She wanted to trust them. She felt so good, at peace and alive with them. She wanted to try with them. She wanted to entrust her heart to them. She was a little afraid but she really felt more confident than ever.
She nodded shyly at Azriel in response. "Please."
But the blush Cassian could see on his soulmate's cheeks, as well as her cuteness, finished him off. He positioned himself on his knees on the mattress and leaned forward over Rhysand and Azriel to grab Luxiana.
But in the movement Cassian's penis touched Rhysand's buttock who began to scream to death in a grimace of fright.
The lord leapt to the side, as far away from the Illyrian's sex as possible. But as he fled, he stuck himself entirely to Azriel.
Feeling Rhysand's cock pressed against his thigh and the lord's entire body moving closer to his side, Azriel's eyes widened. He began to scream as loudly as Rhys. He got up, stood up in the bed to jump down and run to the other side of the room. "No, no, no, no, fuck, I wasn't ready."
Cassian burst out laughing as he grabbed Luxiana and lifted her over a pale, traumatized, and screaming Rhys.
The blonde burst out laughing at the scene. She let herself be pulled by Cassian as he pressed her chest against his chest, hugging her tightly.
She was laughing so hard that tears came to her eyes, she couldn't breathe and her abs hurt. She felt happy for the first time in years.
Their soulmate's laughter immobilized the three Illyrians who began to examine her with shining eyes. She had already laughed in front of them but the way she laughed there seemed very different. She seemed happy.
The Illyrians' hearts swelled with love and they were able to take a deep breath. They loved her so much. They felt so good. So happy. They needed nothing else but her and her happiness to be happy.
They all gave each other a knowing look. She hadn't pushed them away after Rhysand told her she loved her. She was happy with them. This was the moment. They had to tell her she was their soulmate.
So when Luxiana calmed her laughter, Rhysand straightened up into a sitting position, legs crossed, with a sudden serious look that took the blonde aback. Her face fell as she realized something was wrong.
Cassian released her to sit down as well. Azriel joined them, standing in front of the foot of the bed.
Glancing at each of them, she noticed the sudden change in atmosphere and the way their brows were slightly furrowed. They were suddenly worried.
Luxiana sat between Rhys and Cassian, eyeing them apprehensively. "What's going on?"
Rhys smiled for a second as he placed his warm palm on his soulmate's cold cheek. "We need to tell you something very important."
Luxiana frowned. "Okay…," she said slowly as a lump of anxiety formed in her stomach. She glanced at Cassian who smiled reassuringly at her.
The red-sip Illyrian brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Please don't hold it against us. Remember, we couldn't really talk to you about it before. We were afraid of your reaction."
Rhysand nodded and Azriel swallowed hard. Cassian retrieved his hand to press it to the sheets and squeeze them to hide his trembling.
All three of them were so worried and anxious. They were going to tell her that she was their soulmate. Their chests felt unpleasantly tight. They didn't feel very good. What if she didn't want them as her soulmate? What if she rejected them? After all, there was a big difference between sleeping with all three of them and accepting them forever as her soulmate.
They could hardly breathe as their throats were tight.
But suddenly, Luxiana's stomach cried out with all its might. She also blushed suddenly, feeling herself heated up entirely with embarrassment and shame.
The three Illyrians widen their eyes at the loud sound before bursting into laughter.
Cassian laughed so hard he fell onto his side, clutching his stomach. Rhysand threw his head back, laughing heartily. Azriel shook his head fondly.
"After cookies," he said in a laughing voice. "We'll tell you after cookies." He walked to the side of the bed and held out his hand to his soulmate.
"But..." she hesitated, still blushing and glancing at Cass and Rhys. They had to tell her something important.
"You'll probably be more receptive after eating anyway," Rhysand assured her, calming down.
Cassian nodded. "She gets angry when she's hungry," he managed to say, catching his breath with difficulty.
“Come on,” Azriel ordered.
Luxiana timidly took Azriel's hand which helped her get up from the bed. She let go of it when she saw her dress on the floor to throw herself on it and put it on quickly.
Rhysand let out another small laugh. "We're alone in this house. You can walk around the house naked."
“No,” Luxiana blushed even more shyly.
Azriel and Cassian laughed when they noticed this.
The spymaster walked up to the bedroom door to open it. Then he held out his hand to the blonde again. There was no way they were both walking in the same direction without holding his soulmate's hand.
Once she had her dress on and noticed Azriel waiting for her, she rushed towards him. But she didn't pay attention to balancing herself properly - no longer thinking about it - and instinctively she leaned too far forward and as she was unbalanced, she fell. She fell with all her might onto her knees with a little high-pitched cry before sprawling face down on the ground.
A powerful dose of adrenaline shot through the three Illyrians as they widened their eyes at the sight of her falling. "Luxiana!" they shouted as they ran towards her.
The young woman remained face down in starfish mode. There was no way she would ever recover from the shame she felt at that precise moment. She had fallen in front of all three of them. She would never recover from it.
Azriel grabbed her arm and gently straightened her torso, placing her on her knees. "Are you okay?"
Luxiana nodded, red with shame, placing her palms on her face.
Rhysand crouched down, almost sliding in front of her. "What happened?" he almost shouted. He grabbed her arms to pull her hands away from her face and eye her with concern.
"Are you hurt?" Cassian almost yelled, eyeing her up before leaning over to grab her by the ribs and lift her up.
"No, it's okay, it's nothing," Luxiana assured in a high-pitched voice of embarrassment. Despite everything, her heart was slamming against her ribs. They weren't making fun of her and they looked so worried.
"She's hurt," Cassian gritted his teeth as he pointed to his soulmate's scraped knees.
It wasn't bleeding and it wasn't anything serious but it was enough to make the three Illyrians wince. Their soulmate was so fragile. So human. This kind of wound would have healed on a fae by now. And on top of that, she was falling. She had fallen and they hadn't even been able to catch her. Could they really protect her? A ball of anxiety exploded in their stomachs.
“Fuck,” Azriel cursed. “Come here,” he ordered, pulling her towards the bed and sitting her on the edge. “It doesn’t hurt too much, does it?”
Luxiana felt her embarrassment ease into tenderness. They were so cute. “No. It’s really nothing.”
She tried to get up but Rhysand came to her side to push on her shoulders and make her sit back down. "Wait, I'll heal you."
Luxiana tensed all her muscles, trying not to widen her eyes. "No need," she assured with a small laugh to hide her panic. "Really, they're just scratches, don't waste your magic on that."
She tried to get up again but Azriel placed his hand firmly on her shoulder to sit her back down, giving her a stern and authoritarian look.
Rhysand crouched down in front of her. "I would never waste my magic when it concerns you." He shifted her black dress to the side to reveal both of his soulmate's legs. He brought both of his hands to the blonde's injured knees and a bright light of magic escaped from his palms.
But the blonde's wounds did not heal.
Luxiana gritted her teeth tightly and closed her eyes fiercely.
Rhysand pulled his hands away, stopping and frowning in the same way Azriel did.
Cassian stepped closer, his eyes wide. "What the hell?"
“I don’t know,” Rhysand breathed in confusion. He tried again but it still didn't work.
"Heal her!" Azriel ordered, not understanding what his brother was playing at.
Rhysand stopped trying again. He glared at his spymaster. "I'm trying but it's not working."
"Are you having trouble with your magic?" Cassian asked, confused and worried.
"No!" Rhysand replied in confusion. "I feel it spreading and I feel it trying to heal Luxiana but nothing is happening."
"You won't succeed to heal me," Luxiana admitted, opening her eyes sadly. It was bound to happen. They would have realized it sooner or later anyway.
The three Illyrians frowned at her. "What? Why do you say that?" Rhys asked.
Luxiana let out a fake chuckle. "Because I don't heal and you won't be able to cure me with magic."
Azriel shook his head. "No, you can heal humans with magic too," he explained. "Try again!" he ordered Rhys, who didn't bother to understand before complying.
Luxiana had a knot in her stomach. Her eyes burned. Would she lose them by telling them this? But they were so nice. Suddenly, she calmed down a little. She trusted them. She loved them. She took a deep breath, but couldn't relax her face completely. "Not me."
She grabbed Rhys's hands as he desperately tried to heal her. "Not me," she repeated.
Rhysand stopped his magic and when he looked at his soulmate's face, he knew she knew what she was talking about.
“What do you mean ‘not you’?” Cassian asked, his entire face scrunched up.
Luxiana looked up at him. "I'm not healing. I'm not healing anymore. Not at all."
Azriel frowned a little more. He didn't understand. What was she talking about? "You heal slower because you're human but you heal. And Rhys' magic should be able to heal you instantly."
Luxiana shook her head slowly. “No.” She looked down. “These kinds of scratches take months to heal. But when it’s a bleeding wound, it doesn’t clot fast enough and close up fast enough before I bleed out to death. So usually I have to burn them to close it up and stop the bleeding.”
Azriel took a step back. "What?" He didn't understand. "But humans heal better than that normally. And Rhys should be able to heal you anyway."
"Yes, but not me," Luxiana repeated, her gaze glistening with fear locked with Azriel's. "Other faes have tried to heal me without success."
The Illyrian took another step back as he noticed the distress in the blonde's pupils. He was afraid of the fear in her eyes. He was afraid to ask the question. He was afraid of the answer she would give him as his instincts screamed that he would hate this. But the word came out alone. "Why?"
"Because my body has been so traumatized and injured that it now refuses to heal itself or be healed."
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loveolderguys211 · 2 days ago
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a lil smth about game day w/ Joey bbbb
Things u need to know — super fluffy, she is described as being short and smaller than him (I’m sorry tall girlies, I’m a short gal 😔), you play at Nebraska, no smut but def some whispers of it, it’s my first fic I’ve ever wrote so ntm on it yall 😔
College athlete 🏐!reader btwww!! She’s in her senior season dw guys 🫣
You smiled brightly as you sat up in the suite for family of players, you were right next to his mom and dad, and one of your good friends, Mia Kilten, who was a girlfriend of one of the guys. It was nice to be around these people again, it wasn’t often you had any time off during the season, you had a extremely rare 3 days off so you decided to fly out from Nebraska last night and come to watch your boy and the bengals play. You crossed your leg over the other and grabbed your phone, a notification from your QB1 popping up,
‘I love you, pretty girl. I’ll be looking for you in the crowd.’
You smiled to yourself, thinking about him trying to find you in the sea of bengals orange.
‘I love you too shiesty, kick some ass tonight and you might get victory sex ;)’
Joe, down in the locker room, had to take a deep inhale at what his girl had just texted him.
‘Yes ma’am’
It was a great game, two talented teams going head to head always was. The bengals won by 10 and it was a fight all the way through. Your guy even ran one in himself, his little celebration griddy making you laugh at him. He did, however, look at up at you and blow you a kiss. You blushed when he did that, he always did stuff like that, but it made you giddy every time.
When everyone started to go down and onto the field, you joined them, walking down with Mia. Joe was talking to a reporter when he locked eyes with you, he politely ended the conversation and ran over to you. Your big, bright smile made his night even better as picked you up and hugged you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled your head back to place a kiss on his lips. He set you down after that and looked you up and down.
“God, mama, you look good.” He groaned, and you smiled. Your hair was down, curled, and you had on some light makeup, and lots of gold jewelry. You wore on an oversized bengals hoodie with ‘BURROW’ on the back of it, the number 9 right under it, a pair of plain black lulu leggings that ended just above your ankle, and a pair of custom bengals air maxes. It was simple, but boy did your guy love you in leggings. He loved your thick thighs and defined calves, and most of all, he loved your ass.
You once again leaned up to kiss him, one hand on his huge bicep and another on the back of his head, to pull him down to you. He leaned down to your level, one arm enclosing around your waist and the other hand sneaking down to your ass, giving a gentle squeeze. You giggled, and gave him a light slap to the arm, “Behave, Joey!” He sighed, “Fine, fine.” Little did you know, a camera had caught that moment and sent fans reeling over you two.
J’marr and Tee walked over to you guys, dapping up Joe and hitting each other chest to chest as men did. J’marr gave you a friendly hug, one arm wrapping around you, and so did Tee. You knew these two very well, considering they always came over to your house to steal your homemade food AND your boyfriend, and J’marr even came to one or two of your games last season with Joe. “You guys down for dinner tonight? We were thinking roadhouse.” J’marr asked, and joe looked down at you, waiting for your answer, “Yes of course!” You smiled, excited to hangout with your friends and your boyfriend again, and that also meant you would get to spend some time with the other girlfriends and wives, who you adored.
After the interview after the game, you and Joe went out to his car. He now had on a pair of baggy jeans and a hoodie, his hair damp from his shower. He closed the trunk after putting his huge bag in it, and walked over to you, “Thank you for coming, I love it when you’re here. I know it’s hard, so it means a lot that you’re spending your few days off with me.” He said, so sincere and full of love. “Of course, Joey, there is no where else I’d wanna spend it.” He gave you a kiss, opening your door for you and going back to the drivers side, hopping in.
When you got to the restaurant, you quickly spotted the huge group, full of players and wives. You and Joe went over and sat down, a chorus ‘hey joe!!’ And ‘hey y/n/n, how you doing!!’ Joey pulled out your chair for and you sent him a smile.
You had gotten a steak, some mashed potatoes, and some asparagus, and you had obviously eaten about 5 of their rolls. Joe too, you guys both loved their rolls, despite the diet you both have to be on. One of the girls turned to you and started talking to you, you looked over at her, you knew her, she was sweet. “So, y/n, how’s your season going?” You smiled, “It’s going great, we’re undefeated right now. We got the big ten conference match coming up soon so there’s that to look forward too!” You rambled on about the sport you loved, and the sport you were pretty damn good at. You were the starting Libero at the university of Nebraska (sorry lex), you were a 3x 1st team all American, a 2x libero of the year, and a 2x Gatorade player of the year back in high school. Joe has always shown you off, taking every chance he can to brag about his girl and her accomplishments.
The night went on, laughter and chatter filling the restaurant, happiness flowed through everyone, who doesn’t love a big victory right? After a few hours, the night came to a close, and everyone was paying their bill and heading home. Hugs and Dab ups were shared.
The ride home was quiet, not awkward, just the Cincinnati fall breeze and the music humming from the radio filled the silence. Nights like this were what made all the waiting and missing each other worth it. When you guys got back to his home, and partly yours during the off season, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, he was grabbing and groping and pulling, as were you.
After he fucked you so hard you saw stars and tears started flowing from your eyes, the two of you cuddled close and you grabbed your phone, looking at what your best friend, and teammate sent you on TikTok. Well, it was you and Joe.
The audio on the TikTok was some Weeknd song and it was the clip of you guys kissing, his hand squeezing your ass and yours squeezing his huge biceps, his body was huge next to yours, him towering over. It drove the fans wild, you showed Joe and he blushed, smiling bashfully. “What can I say? I love my girl.” You smiled, and opened the comments.
“I’m literally crawling up the wall look at him 😫”
“His hand is so big compared to her im screaming”
“THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE”
“Y/n living everyone’s dream rn 😔”
“Idk who I wanna be in this scenario”
“His arms bro 😫🙏🙏 same y/n”
“Nobody talk to me ever again I’m not okay after this”
“The size difference we all deserve 🙃🙏”
You laughed at the comments and Joe chuckled too. He scooted down on the bed and rested his head on your chest, pulling you impossibly closer, drawing little circles with the pads of his rough fingers. “I love you, y/n” He whispered, just before he dozed off in your arms. You following soon after.
Well yay, it’s over
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scribbledghost · 13 hours ago
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inhuman!Vessel request
I love your inhuman Sleep Token posts so much! One of my favs. 🥰
What about some non-sexual body worship? Just Vessel kissing reader everywhere, forehead, neck, stomach, legs, shoulders, hands, even the ends of her hair, just everywhere, and giving endless praise and compliments. I would die happy. 🥹
Note: it's Valentine's Day so I'm here to supply you with the most sugary-sweet, tooth-rotting fluff you've ever seen.
If there's one thing Vessel does well, it's worship. It's always been his strong suit, even prior to his changing. For as long as he can remember, he's always been like this: always wanted to devote himself fully and unceasingly. He's always felt like his purpose was attached to serving someone else.
Over the past however many centuries he's been Sleep's vessel, the object of his veneration has been Sleep itself.
Then you came along, and things changed.
It took a lot of time and courage for Vessel to get where he is now: alone in bed with you, simply lavishing you with attention and adoration in any place he can reach. Not as a means to turn explicit, but simply because he can, and he has the time to worship you as you deserve.
"You are everything to me, my heart," he murmurs against your collarbone. He can sense that you want to argue, that you want to contradict him, but thankfully you bite your tongue.
Perhaps you've learned it won't do any good to try and convince him that you're not of paramount importance to him. There is so very little he would not do for you, and even then what he would not do is defined only as the absolutely impossible.
Vessel lifts your shirt enough for him to give plenty of attention to your stomach.
"Your skin is so soft," he says, grabbing handfuls of you and inhaling your scent. He nuzzles his face into you for a little while, allowing himself this simply luxury. When he's had his fill, he moves to grab one of your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.
"These hands have raised me from the lowest depths. They have brought me to salvation when I've reached for you in the dark."
He begins to kiss slowly up your arm, sighing in contentment when he feels your fingers trace through his hair and along the nape of his neck. As Vessel reaches your neck, he speaks again, punctuating each phrase with a kiss.
"You are so strong."
Kiss.
"So intelligent."
Kiss.
"So beautiful."
Kiss.
"You are divine in every way, my love."
He tiptoes into your mind, helping to soothe the self-depreciating thoughts he finds there.
"I am only telling the truth," he says softly, pressing tender kisses to your lips.
As he continues to kiss and caress and adore your body, Vessel tries to project some of his own thoughts to you.
He thinks about his past, and of the sins he has committed. He is not a saint by any stretch of the imagination; he has done more than his share of harm to both himself and others. There are many that would consider him a monster.
But not you.
You consider him worthy.
Worthy of your time, your affection, your love.
Just as he always pushes against any disparaging things you say about yourself, you always do the same when he speaks ill of himself. You tell him that he deserves you, that he deserves good things.
Vessel will spend the rest of his days doing everything in his power to ensure he lives up to your perception of him.
But for now, he simply lies with you, hoping the way he presses his lips to your skin conveys even a fraction of his devotion.
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keisenthusiast · 20 hours ago
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pov: you are dating oikawa tooru
[oikawa tooru+fluff+dating+headcanon]
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dating oikawa tooru is basically like dating someone who is both your biggest headache and your biggest fan. he’s dramatic, he’s affectionate, he’s confident—except when he’s not, and that’s when you see the real him. the one that’s overworked, constantly trying to prove himself, and secretly a little insecure. but if there’s one thing that never changes, it’s how much he adores you. he’s also one of the most devoted boyfriends you could ever have. he loves loudly. he makes sure you know exactly how much he adores you, whether it’s through grand gestures, teasing texts, or random compliments that leave you speechless.
he is so proud to be with you. it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been dating, he still acts like he’s trying to impress you. one time, he played an entire practice match better than usual just because you were watching. iwaizumi literally dragged him by the collar afterward like, “stop showing off, trashykawa.” he’s so in love with you, and he makes sure you and everyone else knows it.
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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 things he does:
- sends you soooo many selfies. sometimes he looks good, sometimes he’s making the ugliest face possible. usually with captions like "thinking about u~" or "this is the face of a man in love with u (lucky u!)" either way, he expects compliments.
- keeps a picture of you in his volleyball bag. not just on his phone, but physically. when makki and mattsun found out, they would not shut up about it.
- walks you home after practice, even if his legs are dead tired, because “what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you go alone?”
- insists on braiding your hair if it’s long enough, “trust me, i have an older sister, i know what i’m doing.” if it’s short, he just plays with it absentmindedly when you sit next to him!
- sometimes steals your hoodies, your hair ties, your snacks—anything that belongs to you, he will claim.
- insists on calling you his [y/n], like it’s a title. “sorry, i have plans with my [y/n] today,” he’ll say dramatically, hand over his chest like he’s the most devoted boyfriend in the world.
- very touchy. a hand on your waist, fingers brushing against yours, a kiss on your forehead before a match—absolutely demands a good luck kiss before every game. even if it’s just a forehead tap or a quick peck on the cheek, he won’t step on the court without it.
- loves taking couple pictures. like, a ridiculous amount. “wait, wait, the lighting is good here—one more!!”
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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 how he handles arguments:
- oikawa is stubborn. and sometimes, his pride gets the better of him. when you two argue, he tends to react on instinct, maybe gets a little defensive at first, a little whiny “but that’s not what i meant—”. but once he cools down, he really cools down. he’s self-aware enough to know when he’s being immature, and even if it takes him a few hours, he will come back and apologize properly.
- step one: pout dramatically somewhere nearby, making it obvious he’s sulking.
step two: rethink everything he said, realize he was kind of dumb, groan into his hands.
step three: find you, hug you from behind, and sigh deeply “okay, okay, i get it. i was wrong.”
step four: bury his face into your shoulder and dramatically whine about how much he missed you in the last three hours of not talking.
- he’s not afraid to admit when he messes up because he hates being on bad terms with you. he’d rather swallow his pride than stay upset, but he also makes sure to explain how he feels, too. he wants you to understand why he acted a certain way, not just say sorry and move on.
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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 how things is with his fans..?:
- you definitely get some side-eyes from his fangirls, but oikawa is surprisingly firm about it. he likes that people admire him, but he loves you. and he makes that clear.
- oikawa, to his credit, is never dismissive about your feelings. if you ever feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, he takes it seriously. he reassures you constantly, never giving you a reason to doubt his feelings.
- whenever someone crosses the line—like leaving mean comments about you, he doesn’t hesitate to shut it down, “if you respect me, you should respect my relationship, too.”
- he also makes it obvious he’s taken. posting pictures with you, walking you home, literally introducing you as his girlfriend, it’s impossible to mistake it.
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also, i kinda want to talk about this:
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i saw some people on tt talking about this n someone said "she probably dumped him because he's flirty with his fans" hmmm i don't think so 😊 i feel like it was probably more about his obsession with volleyball. we've literally see how intense he is with vb, his entire life revolves around the sport. i wouldn’t be surprised if he neglected his relationship without realizing it, which would obviously a much bigger issue. so yeah, i doubt it was because of the fangirls. but like, it hasn't been confirmed so..
i apologize if there's any mischaracterization!
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moibakadesu · 1 year ago
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whereismyhat5678 · 1 year ago
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HOLY. SHIT.
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I don’t even wanna separate these?? TAKE THE WHOLE SHEET I’M SO PROUD OF IT WHAT????
I was playing around with expressions and OMG, I think I unlocked something???
It was mostly from yesterday’s post, I liked the way I drew Pizza Head so I decided to try drawing him again (since it’s been a while) AND GOD I LOVE THESE‼️‼️‼️ Seriously started out rough but then I just kind rolled with it! I like it! I like it a lot‼️ 😆😆
Also since I drew Brick yesterday as well, I decided to change the way I draw him, just a bit 🤏
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Today was so fun AAAHHH!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞
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nukudraws · 2 months ago
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Today I left the house feeling like I look horrible but a small 2-3 old I never met before deemed me cool so f that I look awesome >:)
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running-in-the-dark · 1 year ago
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when Dan's pants ride up and his ankles are visible... 🤤 the man has nice ankles. really nice.
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cherrygirlfriend · 25 days ago
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ my nerdy boy
pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader synopsis: all about nerd!rafe and his popular, secretly pervy girlfriend ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა warnings: smut, masturbation (f), implied virgin!rafe, MDNI! wc: 500 a/n; this is the first rafe fic on this account that isn't a repost! anyway lmk if you want to read more about them, this was sort of a 'morning thoughts' kinda post i wrote within an hour of waking up ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -。꒱ྀི১
masterlist ♡ pervert!reader masterlist
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when you first met rafe, he was tutoring you for math and the moment you saw him, you thought he looked downright edible in his little specs and his slicked-back hair. he wore baggy hoodies and sweatshirts adorned with your college's name, but one time, you grabbed his bicep to 'steady yourself' (to feel him up) and you felt the hard planes of muscles hidden under his clothes that immediately gave you filthy thoughts.
from then on, you'd do anything to see that pretty blush that'd sometimes grace his defined cheeks, and it wasn't even a difficult thing to achieve. really, most of the time calling him cute was enough to get him turning as bright as a tomato.
you always wore something low-cut and tight to your tutoring sessions, biting down on your lip and shamelessly pushing your cleavage together as you pretended to listen to him explain statistics, your panties getting wetter and wetter the more and more he stumbled with his words.
when he finally gathered enough courage to ask you out on a date, you took him to see a movie, keeping your arm around his shoulders the entirety of the movie, until the final thirty minutes when you pretended to stretch and yawn, moving your hand to rest on his thigh.
rafe stiffened in his seat, a bulge starting to form in his jeans that you pretended not to notice, all the while drawing hearts on the inside of his thigh with your long, pretty nails.
when you two finally started going out officially, you could tell that he didn't have much experience with relationships, his kisses were clumsy and he kept apologizing if he was 'doing it wrong' and you thought it was the most adorable thing ever.
the first time he let you into his dorm room, it was like his personality had been transformed into a bedroom. when he slipped off into the bathroom, you rolled around in his sheets, smelling his shampoo on his pillow, your hand going to rub yourself over your leggings.
you giggled when you saw all the different boxer shorts neatly arranged in his drawer, grabbing a blue plaid pair and slipping them into your bag.
later that night, you called him, wearing his boxer shorts, your arousal soaking them the moment you put them on. he answered in a groggy voice that caused another pang of arousal to go through your body. he'd been up late doing homework, explaining the subject of his essay while you simply 'mmhm'ed and 'oh?'ed at everything the boy said, too busy rubbing yourself to pay any real attention.
you were looking at a picture that you'd secretly taken of him as you worked yourself closer and closer, picturing his hand was the one getting you off, thinking about what it'd be like to jerk him off with your favorite strawberry-scented lotion.
when you finally felt your orgasm rock through you, you bit down on your pillow to muffle the moans and the 'nngh!'s that escaped you.
and for the next ten-or-so minutes, you just listened to him rant about his classes, your hand still in his boxer shorts, a satisfied smile on your lips, thinking of all the ways in which you wanted to defile his innocence.
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daemonbrain · 1 month ago
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"One of me is cute but two though!"
2.4k, cw: breeding kink, smut, kinda baby trapping (?), not proofread
a/n: based off Juno by Sabrina Carpenter hehe happy reading :)
Simon would go to the ends of the earth for his bird. You wanted to watch your favorite movie for the millionth time with him? Done. You were craving take out from that special spot across town in the middle of the night? He’s placing your order and grabbing his keys to go pick it up after a quick goodbye kiss. You wanted him to kill a little red-haired prick who got too close to you -grazed your arm- yesterday at 17:37 while in a crowded line when he went to the loo, with his bare hands? Fan-tastic. (He may be projecting a little)
But he was worried. He might not be the most perceptive man, but he wasn’t so thick headed he couldn’t see the signs.
The way you made googly eyes at every baby you passed by. Fuck sakes he had never seen so. many. babies. 
Little things everywhere nowadays, though it might just be he’s now paying enough attention to notice. It definitely helped the unintentional search that your grip on his arm tightened every time you saw one. Your soft coos as you turned to him to say for a third time in a row that the babe was the “cutest thing you had ever seen”.
He loved you like he loved his gun after it got him out of a tough spot (he loved you more, but he's pretty poor at putting an example on it), but there was one thing he was wholly unsure he could give you. Being a father has never been something he was sure of, his own making his childhood a living hell assuring him that it wasn’t in his genes or anywhere in his future. He came to terms with that years ago and shoved the idea out of his mind entirely. 
As you both sat down at a coffee shop while taking a break from your park walk, you just happened to get seated right next to another woman, a stroller in your direct view.
Fuckin’ great.
Biting your lip you take a peek at the chubbiest little thing in a deep sleep. Catching the gaze of the mother you smile. “She’s adorable” you chirped. 
As the mother responded with a smile of her own, Simon felt a foot gently nudging his leg as gave him the prettiest eyes. Did you even try to hide it anymore? No, you really didn’t. Eyes filled with thinly veiled intentions, eyes that said “Look how cute! Jump across this table and give me one now,” 
“Isn’t she cute Si?!”
He sighed and replied in his usual grumble, “course, ‘er little jumper is nice.” Tactics. Swiftly move out from the topic and do not let the missus see the little bows… on the jumper… he just pointed- for fucks sake you saw it.
After quite some time giggling with the mother over photos, because of course that had to be the natural progression of things, Simon observed in his characteristic shadow-like demeanor before the little one began to fuss in her sleep. The mother excused herself and the babe to nurse and it’s then you finally turn back to your silent companion with your usual beaming.
“ ‘avin fun there, yeah?” He laughed which came out more as a snort as you mockingly kicked him under the table.
“I am as a matter of fact!”
Pulling his hands into the air in surrender he looks you head on. “Okay, I get it.”
“The baby was just so- ugh! Did you see how chubby she was? Her little hair.. Gosh!” Stay on task. Do not get distracted by the target's beautiful smile or laugh. Someone had to be the voice of rationale after all.
“Like I said ‘er jumper was nice, luv.”
When the pout came to your lips, he considered it a success (you were hot either way) and chalked the whole thing as a minor bump in the road. Whatever this baby fever was would pass.
Nonetheless, he should’ve known his bird better than that. She wasn’t a quitter, that’s for damn sure. As you cooked up dinner in that cute apron and served it plated up so nicely it dawned on him just how… domestic this all was.
It was nice, he concluded. Calm.
You remained pensive and quiet for the most part during dinner, clearly desperate to say what you had been on your mind for weeks. He could see the way your mind's gears turned, wanting to blurt it out. Like an animal going feral at the bars of its cage. Except your the animal and your cage is the inherent trust you will not go awol and chuck your birth control pills into the trash while he’s not watching.
“Simon…” 
Here it comes.
Simon grunted out his response while chewing on his food, looking up to meet your cautious gaze. Leaning across the table you gently lay your hand on his which held his fork, pushing it down.
“I’ve been thinking… a lot lately.” There you went with that look again. “Have you… ever thought of kids before? I- I know we’ve had this talk before… but-”
“C’mere.”
He outstretched his big arms and patted his lap. With quick acceptance you hurried over and let him pull you on top of him, one hand on the back of his chair and the other on your ass for support. The deep kneading of it was also for support of course. 
“You know how I feel about them. ‘Is jus not somethin I think about, luvie.” He didn’t dare look away from your eyes. If he was about to take that gleam out of your eyes he at least owed it to you to watch.
You grabbed his face with a light touch and caressed the stubble which had begun to grow with a look beginning to resemble a spot of desperation. Pressing yourself further into his body, you couldn’t help your protests.
“Si.. I just- I want one so bad.” You began to slide your hand down the side of his neck, pressing forward to gently place a kiss. Leaning your forehead in the junction between his shoulder and neck you continued before he could respond.
“Don’t you? A little baby with us all the time.”
Someone had to be the voice of reason and Simon was going to have to put his foot down on this.
“You’re not thinkin straigh’, luv. It would be cute-” He was cut off in shock as he felt the slight rock of your hips as you cowered into his shoulder.
“Just imagine it! One of me is cute enough, but two!” The pace began to speed up as you blatantly started grinding against him. He let out a little huff. Voice of reason. Though his reason was nowhere to be found when he put his hand that was idly on the chair to your backside to encourage the movement.
You knew what came next, you had to sweeten the pot. You knew you were being mean, but you just had to! You were practically given no choice!
“Don’t you want that Si! Don’t you wanna make something together?” You all but pleaded. He looked straight past your head with a crumbling steely demeanor. Fuck.
You already began to tug at his shirt and with a final glare, Simon couldn’t help but look at his pretty bird. His pretty bird on top of the prize she coveted, heat passing between their bodies. Just one time. One time and then they could talk about this properly. 
Simon gathered you up in his arms and stood while pressing an eager kiss to your lips. It was a soft and long thing as he brought you both to the bedroom you shared. He threw you down on the bed and stripped himself as you excitedly did the same.
Smiling up at him as if you won. You did not win. This was not a win, right? You were on your birth control either way, he would pull out as needed. What harm is there in fucking his own girl.
Pushing you on to your back he parted your legs to look what lay between them. There was the prize he was most proud of. Puffy cunt at the mercy of the cool air being pushed out by the vents. You were already beginning to shine.
“You were just waiting for it weren’t you? Knew I couldn’t leave you hanging, yeah?”
With a giggle you spread your thighs further and wiggled your hips teasingly. Simon dropped to his knees and pulled your body to the edge of the bed. Throwing each of your legs on either of his shoulders he spit into your cunt, taking two thick fingers and rubbing it in, catching on to your hole lightly as he played with the slick. He could see the way your stomach tightened as he circled your clit and he winded you up further when he firmly flicked it.
“Si” you whined.
“Wha’ is it?” He grinned as he lowered his head to press a kiss down. Devolving from a kiss, he grabbed onto one of your thighs with a strong grip and began to sloppily lick while you let out your breathy little moans, sensitive to the absolute tank holding you still as he ate straight from the source.
He licked and it just kept going. Dragging his tongue around your cunt, up to your puffy clit. He harshly sucked as he latched on to it drawing a cry from your vulnerable form. Tugging at his hair, he only looks up with his eyes, refusing to pull away his mouth. 
Shaking your head with wide eyes you couldn’t help but push your fluffy little agenda.
“Si please. Please. Please, I need it! I’d never ask for anything else-” you moaned in surprise once again as he added a finger into your hole. Willing himself to pull away from you, Simon continued to fuck his finger into you as he spoke up, spittle and slick coating his mouth. He had to switch gears, use logic (and cum) to deter you.
“We’d never have time. All this?-” He added another finger into your clenching pussy “Gone. We’d be cleaning spit up instead.”
“We’d have a baby!” You exclaimed insistently.
You were practically off the edge, usually by now Simon had you fucked into your own little world. This incessant begging for a little one of your own is keeping you sharper than usual. He’d fix that.
“Please Simon” You pulled him up, the strain of his cock to be inside you encouraging him to follow your movements. He looked at you pretty tits, pretty like everything else on you. Taking a nipple between his fingers and rolling hard.
“These’d get all full.”
Fuck that backtracked his own point. His mind fighting back the onslaught of thoughts at the sight of your tits growing round and heavy because of something he could do. Would your body get all soft- NO.
Lining himself up and looking at that pleading expression, the only time he’d ever seen you so wanting of something you were willing to roll around with nothing else on your mind.
“Just one Si, just one with your eyes your nose your hair-” Your breath went short as he pushed himself in, giving shallow thrusts to feed into your aching cunt. Recomposing yourself you gripped on to his bicep, “Just do it, lock me down tonight.”
Simon couldn’t help the way he subconsciously began pushing your thighs up to give himself a deeper angle, your ankles dangling weightlessly above your head, knees to your chest. The groans which sounded through the room as his hips hammered into you in a desperate chase. 
The two of you could do nothing but stare into each other's eyes, losing yourselves in each other while your cunt squeezes him like a vice. Determined to keep him there, body obstinately stuck on one thing.
 Someone had to be the voice of reason. Someone had to object to a little one with his eyes and your personality. Someone had to be rational and not think about painting the nursery while you waddled about. Someone had to remain level-headed and not imagine the way your eyes would light up with unfettered joy.
You tossed your head back and he couldn’t help but grip your face in his hand, tugging it right back to him.
“With me luv, with me. Look at me.”
Someone had to be rational.
Nodding your head shakily you keep your eyes on the massive man pounding away at you, feeling the way your stomach bulges trying to accommodate all of him, your cunt coaxing him further into the sticky trap.
Your body begging for one thing, you looked like you needed it. Tongue lolling out of your mouth as you were fucked stupid, sweat collecting on your brow. You looked perfect. Your whining swallowed by his own mouth when he presses another kiss to your swollen lips, body enduring in hopes the fat cock ruthlessly disturbing its peace would grant it the big load it craved.
Someone had to be rational?
Maybe it was the way you sucked him in, the way he couldn’t stop thrusting into you, but it’s as if your body sent some message to the receptors in his mind. All that flashed before him images of happy and full and with his baby.
As if you could sense his thoughts, your own peak quickly overcame you white hot. The way you spasmed around him with a loud cry of pure ecstasy.
“Give it to me!” You somehow managed. His mind went blank as drunk off the pleasure as you were, the only thing he could do was thrust, unable to comprehend anything else.
 A shame Simon couldn’t be rational when it came to his bird.
With the final slam of his hips, his release went into the deepest depths of you. His grip on your hips burning from how tight it was as he kept himself flush against you.
It took a few moments to come down from the high. Simon looked at your sweaty face, hazy from lack of energy. Maybe you did win this one, but he really didn't get all this effort (not that he was complaining) if you were still on birth control.
Birth control... which he hasn't had to remind you to take for quite some time...
Out of pure curiosity at his realization, he gently pushed the two of you further up the bed while keeping you plugged up. Opening the first drawer he manages to grab the box which contained your birth control pills. Upon further inspection, he notices it remains unopened and untouched. Shaking his head with a gruff laugh he peers down at you as you shiver from the rumble.
“Dirty girl”
You just smiled.
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