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j-onedrabbles · 10 months

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𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 pairing: ot8 x fem!reader (seprartly) synopsis: when he brings up your insecurities in an argument; requested by: @slayhyunjin cw: argument, cursing, mention screaming, mention of insecurities (hinted at in Han's, kinda in Seungmins [he's more insensitive than it is argumentative], specified in Lee Knows, Changbin’s, I.N's), food mentions, chan gets slapped, crying, mention of periods in binnies, hinted mental illness in bins as well, teasing in Seungmins wc: 4.2k a/n:

❥ bang chan

Chan had a terrible habit of losing track of time, especially when he was at work. Lord knows just how patient Y/n had been with him during his comeback and his busy schedule. She tried setting reminders on his phone for important dates, which mostly worked, but when things were set up over text, he was bound to forget and stay at the studio.

Which is exactly what had been happening for the past month. Dates were forgotten, all plans just disappeared in his mind if it wasn’t work-related. Y/n understood at first, but after some time, it was hurting.

“You forgot,” Y/n said as Chan walked into their kitchen

“What?” Chan asked opening the fridge

“Dinner, at my parents.” Y/n reminded him

“Sorry,” Chan was exhausted, it was obvious, but it was kind of setting her off more.

Pretty soon it was a screaming match. Going back and forth on how work was important to him and this comeback was a lot while Y/n argued he didn’t need to work all the time and that it was straining the relationship. Chan was barely even processing thoughts at this point. So when the slap hit his cheek and he saw the tears stream down the love of his life’s face, he took a hard second to realize what he said.

“Go fuck yourself, Christopher.”

Y/n walked out of the kitchen and slammed the bedroom door shut. He didn’t need to, but he was blinded by anger, he had weaponized their insecurities. He sat back against the now-closed fridge and ran a hand through his hair and over his face. He took a deep breath, sitting and thinking. He was unbelievably stressed but that wasn’t a reason to make his girlfriend feel like shit.

He was already beating himself up about it, to the point of crying a bit. He knew she was worse. Y/n was laying under their covers, hugging her pillow and tears fell down her face. She didn’t know how long she lay there in bed, crying into their sheets.

She heard a small knock on the door. She said nothing. She didn’t know if she wanted to see him right now. The door opened quietly and Y/n heard the soft patter of his feet against the floor. The bed didn’t dip down or anything. She looked behind her body to just see the back of his head. He was sitting on the floor next to the bed.

“Why are you on the floor?” She asked, voice a tad hoarse from crying

“I didn’t know if you wanted me close to you right now. I wanna hold you and apologize. If I could I would take back what I said too,” Y/n could tell he had been crying as she was

“Get up here.” Y/n pulled the covers up, inviting him into the bed.

Chan didn’t waste a second getting up from the ground and making his way up into their bed. Y/n, let the covers fall back on their bodies as his arms wrapped around her.

“I’m sorry, for everything lately. Forgetting dates, yelling at you, weaponizing your insecurities…” Chan snuggled up into her back, face tucked into her shoulder

“I shouldn’t have gone off on you either. I know it’s stress season for you right now. I’m sorry…”

“I don’t blame you, baby. I should have made the time for you and not forgotten about it. I‘m not the only producer. Bin and Ji tried getting me to leave a couple of times too.”

“You should listen to them,” Y/n giggled as she turned in his arms to face him.

“I should. And my girlfriend, more.” Chan brought one hand up to wipe away her tears and kissed her forehead, “I’m really sore baby.”

“I forgive you Channie. But you need to take time for yourself and manage your time better.”

“I will. I swear, I’ll do better. Drag my ass out of the studio if you need to sometimes.”

“Oh, I will. You’re lucky I haven’t already.” The two giggled before Chan pulled her in for a kiss.

❥ lee know

It wasn’t all the time Y/n and Lee Know genuinely got into arguments. Yes, that had small fights, here and there, but what couple doesn’t have them? But it wasn’t bad until they moved into their own place.

Both of them had had a long day at work. Minho decided just to stay and the dorms, ultimately passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Y/n tried calling him, wondering where he was, and if he was okay. Once she couldn’t get through after three calls and many texts, she messaged his bandmates. Felix was the one that responded and told her he was okay and he was just passed out at the dorms, even sending a photo of him passed out on top of the bed covers.

She laughed a bit at the photo but was still upset he didn’t call or text her to tell her he was staying there for the night. Which definitely started the fight when he came home the next day. A full-on screaming match regarding the communication ended when Minho brought up that it wasn’t like he was out cheating like her ex. Something he knew she was very insecure about since that ex had made her feel like she was nothing and not good enough for him. So bringing that up— while stopping the argument— made her walk right out of their home. Lee Know ran out of the house after her, only for her to— as calmly as she could through tears— tell him to leave her alone right now.

He understood he’d fucked up, a lot. He walked back into their house and sat back on the couch, thinking of how he could fix this. How long was she going to be? Where was she going? Did she ask someone to be with her? He was worried, he figured this was how she was last night.

After a few minutes, he got up and walked into the kitchen. He knew one way to her heart was food, just like anyone’s. So he was gonna be prepared for when she came back home if she came back home.

He got to work prepping the food and was half done cooking when the door opened. Y/n followed the aroma into the kitchen and stopped at the door to stare at her boyfriend. “What are you doing?” she questioned

“Making you apology food,” Minho said, not turning from the stove

Y/n walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him and laid her head between his shoulder blades, “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“No,” Minho spun in her arms and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, “I’m sorry. I should've texted or called last night. Not make you worry. And I shouldn't have brought up your ex. I know the mere mention of him or what he did makes you feel small. I’m really sorry, love.”

“Finish cooking and give me a kiss and I’ll forgive you,” Y/n said

Lee Know smiled, leaning in a pecking her lips before he returned to cooking while Y/n cuddled into his back. “Never do that shit again by the way. That really hurt.”

“Promise. Hit me if I do.”

❥ changbin

Changbin always, always, tried not to get into fights with his girlfriend. But occasionally they happened. But never full-blown fights, he’s very quick to figure out the issue at hand and talk it out.

Y/n had been joining him at the gym for the past month or two. All for herself, just wanting to be healthier and Changbin was a great motivator.

“Ready to go?” Changbin asked as he walked into the bedroom.

“Don’t wanna go today Binnie,” Y/n groaned from under the covers

“Come on babe. We skipped yesterday since we were out all day. Let’s go,” Bin tried convincing her, sitting next to her and rubbing her hip

“Yeah, I know bin. But I don't feel well.”

“Y/n, come on.” Changbin tried one more time, “Stop being lazy.”

“Go work out by yourself Changbin.” Y/n turned away from him. She didn't have the energy to deal with him while her insides were basically tearing themselves apart.

Y/n hated being seen as lazy. She wasn’t a lazy person at all. She just had days where she felt worse than others and some of those days were when her period came about. Not all the time though. But Bin knew about it and he always took care of his girlfriend

He heard the sniffle from her as he was about to try and get her up again. He stopped any attempt and opted to just crawl under the covers and wrap his arms around her. “talk to me hun,” he said as he kissed her shoulder, holding her against his chest

“Just my period. Pains terrible today and i don’t wanna get up,” Y/n said

“I’m sorry hun. I didn't mean to make you feel bad for not getting up. Wanna have a lazy day?”

“Yes…”

“Let’s stay in bed then. we’ll go back to the gym when you're ready.”

“You can still go Binnie,” Y/n turned in his arms, facing him

“Not when you don't feel good hun. Can’t work out without my buddy,” he wiped away the tears from her lash line and kissed her forehead

“You’re too sweet to me,” Y/n giggled as she cuddled up into his chest

“I’m sorry for making you feel bad.”

“You didn’t know. It’s okay.”

“No. I know you hate being seen as lazy. I shouldn’t have pushed and said that.”

“I accept kisses as an apology.” Y/n looked up at him and puckered her lips

Changbin smiled and pecked her lips over and over again till a cramp hit her. Changbin turned her back around and massaged the area, leaving more kisses on her shoulder and neck

❥ hyunjin

Hyunjin didn’t mind just co-existing in a space with his girlfriend. He didn’t mind it at all really. But work was beyond stressful and he wanted to unwind and paint. Y/n understood. But he spent two days painting and she was left with all their house chores.

“Hey, Hyune?” Y/n knocked as she walked into their spare bedroom that had become his own little studio.

“Hm?” Hyunjin hummed in response.

“Could you help me with the chores today?”

“Yeah. I’m almost done and I’ll be right there.”

Y/n was holding him to that. Almost two hours later, still nothing from him. Y/n walked into the studio and asked if he was still going to help. The tone she asked in could have been nicer and the argument could have just been avoided entirely. It was one sentence that slipped from his lips while they were loudly talking— not yelling at each other necessarily— that definitely should have not been said.

“Stay in you’re fucking studio then,” Y/n told him and marched right out of the room and into their shared room, slamming the door.

Hyunjin stared blankly at the wall as he took in that he had unrightfully brought up one of her biggest insecurities. There wasn’t a reason for him to do so, absolutely zero. He made a promise and instead just kept doing what he wanted. ‘Almost done’ shouldn’t have been two hours. He sniffled and wiped the tears from under his eyes. He was upset with himself over hurting his girlfriend.

He took in a deep breath and cleaned up his paints first,l organizing the room before going to wash his hands and started doing the chores he promised to help her with two hours ago. Cleaning up the living room and kitchen in their apartment. Dusting and vacuuming everywhere.

He didn’t hear Y/n come out of the bedroom. Just the “what are you doing?” as he stood on a chair to dusk their fan blades.

“Cleaning,” He said as he paused like a kid getting caught sneaking candy.

Y/n didn’t know what to really say. Just stared at him from the hallway as he finished dusting before getting off the chair and walking over to her. He pulled her in for a hug as soon as he was within arm’s reach of her. “I’m sorry,” Hyunjin said and kissed the top of her head

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have started the fight.” Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist

“I should have stopped painting earlier and not weaponized your insecurities. I’ll do the chores for the next week. I’m really sorry darling.” Hyunjin was tearing up a bit

Y/n pulled away and cupped his cheeks, wiping away the tears from his lash line, “Hey, all forgiven baby. Let’s relax for now, finish cleaning later?” “Okay. Come on,” Hyunjin led her over to the couch and sat back with her. The two cuddled up on the couch with one of the shows they had been watching together recently came on. Hyunjin ended up laying on top of her and falling asleep halfway through the episode.

❥ han

Social batteries run low a lot. Jisung’s ran out rather quickly sometimes. Especially when life was just non-stop recently. And it caused a bit of tension with his girlfriend at times.

It was one of those days that he just didn’t wanna do anything when he woke up. Keeping the curtains closed and just watching anime to pass the time. Getting up to use the bathroom and food.

He glanced at his phone screen, checking over his messages as he walked out into the kitchen.

“You’re alive,” Chan noted as we entered the room

“Yeah?”

“Y/n texted me and asked if you were still alive since she hadn’t heard from you.”

He looked back at his screen and found his girlfriend’s text. There were only two. One good morning and one ‘Are you alive??’ text

Ji💓: I’m fine. Didn’t hear my phone. Y/n🖤: okay. Did you eat yet? I can bring breakfast over Ji💓: it’s fine. I’m just gonna make something Y/n🖤: are you okay? Ji💓: Yeah. just drained Y/n🖤: i’m sorry bubby. Anything I can do to help? Ji💓: in the nicest way possible, I just wanna be left alone today Y/n🖤: okay. Let me know if you need anything.

Y/n was used to this with him. She completely understood needing a day to recharge. Mental self-care was important. It was when the next day— when they had plans they made weeks prior— that concerned her a bit. She’d called him to say she was on her way to the dorms. She hadn’t even left the house when he got a little snappy. It was the tone that spun the argument which led to things being said that shouldn’t have. Fuck their date then.

Minho had walked into Jisungs room at the tail end of the argument. But he got the conversation out of his friend. He had to side with Y/n on this one.

“You practically said she was too much.”

“I just didn’t want to go out. I feel bad when she—”

“She changes plans because she loves you and wants you to be comfortable. She called me yesterday. She was worried about you but wanted to give you your space.”

It was silent for a moment before the producer spoke again, “On a scale of one to ten—”

“Ten.”

“Really??” “No, but I wanna make you feel bad for that.” Minho got off the bed and walked out of the room

“You’re my best friend, you know that?”

“Even more of a reason I’m calling you out for this,” Minho yelled back.

Jisung sighed in defeat and got out of bed. He grabbed a pair of shoes, his phone, and his wallet before calling a car to take him to his girlfriend’s. Stopping on the way to pick up her favorites to further his apology.

Y/n was wrapped up in a blanket on her couch when she heard a timid knock on her door. Questioningly, she got up and headed to the door. Not really bothering to wipe the dried tears from her face as she opened the door. Seeing her boyfriend standing there scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m really sorry babe,” Jisung spoke, his big round eyes looking like he was on the verge of tears.

Y/n opened her blanket to invite him in for a hug. Jisung ran at the opportunity. Wrapping his arms around her and lifting her off the ground. “You’re really hard to stay mad at, you know that right?” “One of my many charms,” Jisung joked as he closed the door behind him and walked her back over to her couch. He laid back on the couch with her on top of him and dropped the bag onto the floor.

“What’s in the bag?” Y/n asked as she peered down at it

“You’re favorite snacks. Minho got on my ass after we fought.”

“Maybe I should bias Minho more.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Jisung yelled which made her giggle. He just spun their position around and attacked her with kisses, more apologies mumbled against her skin as he went.

❥ felix

Felix was not someone to cause a fight, actively he would try and avoid them. Sometimes stuff slipped out when stressed built up. There wasn’t a real reason for why him and Y/n got into a huge fight. It was probably something something small but the two were just beyond stressed with work.

One thing lead to another and the two where at each others throats in their apartment. Both had been through long, frustrating day for the both of them and here they were. Yelling at each other at the top of their lungs damn over a small household chore.

Everything was all jumbled together, actions, words, everything. Surely someone would file a complaint later but the couple definitely couldn’t care much right now. But Felix immediately snapped out of it as soon as he heard what left his lips. Y/n registered it very soon after him.

“Felix…” He saw the tears forming in her eyes and rushed to pull her in for a hug

“Don’t…” Y/n put an arm out to stop him.

“I’m sorry pumpkin. I shouldn’t have…”

It came to the two sitting on the floor on opposite sides of the kitchen. Silence filled the room. Just the occasional sniffle.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” Felix stated after what felt like forever

“No. You shouldn’t have.” Y/n said

“What can I do. I don’t want us to go to bed mad at each other. I never want or wanted to weaponize you’re insecurities. Tell me… please…”

Y/n looked over at him since they sat on the floor. He looked just as bad as she probably did.”Come here.” Y/n motioned

Felix moved quickly to be by her side, wrapping his arms around her and brining her head into his chest, “I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry pumpkin.” Felix placed kisses just about anywhere he could reach. “I’m going to be making up for this for the rest of my life. I swear.”

Y/n just wrapped her arms around him as they sat on the kitchen floor. Laying in the others arms. “You’re gonna make me cry again.”

“No, don’t do that.” Felix grabbed her face and wiped away her tears and pecked all over her face and ending at her liips, “No more crying.”

“Only if i get a batch of brownies and cuddles and kisses.”

“Done, it’s all yours.” Felix kissed her one more time before getting both of them up off the floor and into their bed to cuddle for the rest of the night.

❥ seungmin

Seungmin loved his girlfriend. He tried his hardest not to get into any major fights with her. But like any other realtionship, it was unavoidable sometimes.

Initianally, he had been combative to lighten the mood. Y/n had a bad day and just wanted the softer side of her boyfriend. But he thought being a funny man would be better.

“Min, stop.” Y/n told him

“It’s okay. Don’t be a cry baby about it.” Seungmin just smirked as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Get iff me seungmin.” Y/n pushed him off her and went up to their room.

“Hey, what’s wrong bub.” Seungmin walked after her, catching the door before she closed it on him.

Y/n ignored him and crawled under their covers.

“Bubs,” Seungmin sat behind her on the bed

“Go away…”

“Talk to me. What’s wrong.”

“I had a shit day at work and I come home,” Y/n sat up and turned to him, “hoping you’ll be a little sensitive towards that but instead you joke around and be insensitive towards—”

“Hey,” Seungmin held her face in his hands and wiped her tears, “You’re right, i should of been more sensitive when you got home.”

“You’re making it hard for me to stay mad at you,” Y/n sniffled

“I’m sorry bub. I’ll go out and get dinner to make up for it, okay?”

“Dessert too?” Y/n giggled

“Yes. Dessert too.” Seungmin pecked her cheek before getting off the bed, “I’ll be back. Take a shower and put on a movie. Okay?”

“Okay,” Y/n nodded

Seungmin pecked her lips before muttering another apology and going to grab dinner for the two of them

❥ i.n

Everyone knew Jeongin wasn’t an affectionate person. He made it clear to his girlfriend before they started dating. But, physical touch was one of her love languages. The singer was wonderful at filling her other love languages, but some days, she just wanted him to hold her, give her little kisses at random, something. Even just holding her hand.

It caused a couple of fights in the past but nothing serious. There was an obvious boundary and it was causing issues.

Y/n had called him during his break, simply asking him to come over when he was off and just cuddle since she had an absolute shit day at her job and just wanted to be held. It spiraled into a fight— things definitely said that shouldn’t have been said— his bandmates hearing it and nosily listening in. Y/n hung up on him, just telling him not to bother coming over.

The maknae sighed and laid down on the floor. “You okay innie?” Han asked

“No,” Jeongin explained the whole thing to his elders. The seven listened to the youngest love life.

“You would have ended up with someone whose main love language is physical touch” Seungmin spoke

“Well, you need to apologize to her.” Chan said, “We know you’re not the biggest fan of it, but this is your girlfriend. She might feel like you don’t like her the way you say you do if you’re not meeting her needs.”

The younger one nodded as he listened to the advice. He’d for sure seen her go in to cuddle him, hold his hand, just generally touch him affectionately, and then back off. He’d never said anything about it.

“Take off early. We can finish up without you. Make it up to your girlfriend.” Chan said

Jeongin nodded and thanked the leader before he gathered his things and called a car to take him to his girlfriend's place. He’d ordered food to her place hoping it’d get there before him maybe.

She didn’t live far from the company— fifteen minutes at most. But he still took his time getting to her place. Thinking of his apology as he walked out of the building to when he got up to her door. He let out a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Y/n trudged over to the door and opened it as she wiped her tears.

“I’m really sorry babe,” Jeongin’s voice registered in her ears

“Thought I said not to come over?” “I know but I felt really bad after you hung up and Chan let me go early. Can I…?”

“Jeong…”

“I ordered dinner too. It should be here soon…”

“Come in…”

Jeongin stepped inside the apartment and let her close the door before he pulled her in for a hug. Y/n hesitated for a moment. Her boyfriend, who was not a fan of this stuff, was hugging her. Her arms slowly wrapped around his waist and tears welled up in her eyes. She sniffled into his shirt as she hid her head in his chest.

“Hey, what’s wrong babe?” Jeongin panicked as he grabbed the side of her face, lifting it up to look at her

“You hugged me…” Y/n cried

“Happy tears?”

“Happy tears,” Y/n confirmed before he pulled her back into a hug.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn’t have called you clingy for wanting the affection you deserve.”

“That was an asshole movie innie.” Y/n sniffled

“I know it was baby. I didn’t mean to make you feel small on a day you needed me.” The singer kissed the top of her head.

The two moved over to the couch and sat in each other arms. He could get used to physical touch, if it was Y/n.

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bravo4iscool · 4 months

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Could you maybe make a comfort one with Simon or Soap please? Like the reader has trauma and gets triggered by something and has a panic attack? If not that's okay! You don't have to! <33

but what if i did both👀? hehehehehehehe

this is an amazing idea! since you didn‘t mention if reader is civilian or military i‘ll go with military… but technically this could also be civilian lol

all i know about ptsd i know because one of the main characters of my favourite series (ray perry from seal team) struggled with ptsd after he was taken hostage. i’m in no way a expert about this whole topic or anything else…

reader‘s call sign is „venom“. and for the love of god idk how to imitate a scottish accent, so please don’t hate me cuz i didn‘t do it🧍🏼

btw IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG! i’m in my final 10 weeks of school and it’s so stressful😭😭

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

john „soap“ mactavish

soap didn‘t know that something was off. he suspected something—maybe—but he wasn‘t 100% sure. so, when you start to disassociate, your pupils dilating he at first wasn‘t sure how to act.

„ey, ey!“ he nudges your shoulder, a visible frown on his face. „venom? venom, hey!“ you don’t answer, your gaze darting around the room.

he waits another second, wondering if you’ll answer but then it clicks and he knows what’s going on. you’re having a ptsd period.

he carefully stepped away from you and looks around. he needs to find out what exactly triggered you. “i’m gonna step away for a second, okay?” he tells you, taking one step after the other.

your head twitches but you don’t answer, only stumble back a little bit. soap wasn‘t unfamiliar with ptsd, ghost suffered from it too, but he didn‘t know you had to fight it. you‘ve always acted to strong and put together, so what was your trigger?

„soap?“ your weak, rasp voice calls out for him and immediately he’s beside you again, his hand reaching out for you. „soap, don‘t go,“ you plead, your hands shaking when you grasp him, your knuckles white and your grip bruising. you choke out a, „don‘t leave me.“ and he promises he won‘t.

„i‘m here,“ he assures you, carefully and gently removing your hands from his arms and placing them around his waist so he can properly hug you. „i won‘t leave; ever.“

you sink into the hug, your hands crunching up his shirt with your grip. you were save, no? you were safe…

you weren’t…there. you were here; with soap. he was holding you, keeping you sane. you didn’t need to worry about anything.

he’d keep you safe.

simon “ghost” riley

the moment simon realizes you’re having another ptsd episode he’s beside you, his hand hovering over your cheek.

“stay w’me, venom,” he murmurs, his gaze searching for yours. “c’mon… stay w’me.”

when you make no sign to move he slowly exogenous his hand so it fully cups your cheek and he pulls you close.

your hands slightly tremble and you look at him with blown eyes. your breath is staggered and you feel this familiar yet unwanted rustling in your ears. you want it to stop.

“take deep breaths love,” simon instructs you as he cradles you hand in his to hold it against his chest. “j’st like i do.”

tears start to gather in your eyes while you try to focus on simon but your thoughts were screaming at you, dragging you down that hole you didn’t want to drown in.

“y’doin’ amazing,” he whispers in a gentle voice, his other hand pulling your heard against his chest with careful hands. “j’st like that. perfect.”

you let out a couple of chocked hiccups as you try to relax against simon’s body, doing all the tasks therapy taught you.

“‘m sorry,” you swallow in a voice rough from crying.

“no, none of that,” simon frowns. “y’doin’ exactly what y’were taught.” his one hand tightens over your that’s laying on his chest, his other he buries in your hair. with a careful movement he places his chin on top of your head.

“d’nt ever apologize f’havin’ problems,” he tells you in a quiet voice, his hold on you tightening.

he’d never let you go.

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yaesnovels · 11 months

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— honeymoon

childe x fem!reader

cw; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), overstimulation, blindfolding, bondage, degradation, praise, petnames (baby, sweetheart, pretty, love, honey), i think this is all

anon asked; Can I request dom!childe x fem reader with coriander and red wrapping paper? With the wrapping paper I prefer if it’s more rough, mean, ropes, etc. but whatever your comfortable is great too! Thank you

a/n: i hope u guys enjoy this <3 honestly v proud of this one, i love gentle but also rough ajax a lot <3 and apologies for taking so long with my requests, i‘m working through them at the moment and they will come one by one <3

he was so desperate.

ajax already had you shaking and crying from all the stimulation, you lost count on how often he had already made you come, squeezing his cock so tightly each time as you were practically gushing all around him.

“oh fuck, baby, you feel so good”, he groaned, thrusts relentless, hard and absolutely rough. “you just love being my little cum slut, don’t you, love? feeling completely full of me, yes?”

your head was spinning with the degradation mixed with the sweet tone of his. unable to even reply with a simple yes, you just nodded, pulling on the satin fabric he used to tie your hands to the bedpost.

“please”, you finally managed to mumble, after he gave you a couple of minutes to catch your breath, bringing you a small bottle of water to help your sore throat from screaming his name over and over.

“please, what, baby?”, he whispered innocently, smiling.

“don’t tease me. can you please untie my hands? i want to touch you”, you pouted. you were trying to loosen up the fabric around your wrists by pulling hard on them, though you failed because ajax had managed to do a knot so good it was impossible to get out of it.

“shh, don’t pull on them, baby, i don’t want you to hurt yourself. i’ll take them off if you’re good for me, yes?”, he promised, voice dripping with honey as he smiled at you, making your heart beat faster and butterflies go crazy in your stomach as you remembered that this man was finally your husband.

“always”, you mumbled, squirming around as he started his sweet torture kissing your jaw, down to your neck and collarbones, all the while he was still buried deep inside of you, though he wasn’t moving at all.

“stop squirming around so much, honey, or i won’t untie your hands”, he said, almost in an authoritative tone.

“please, fuck me, ajax, i can’t take it anymore”, you whined. “i need you s’bad.”

“aw, baby, look how adorable you are”, he cooed, just before he started his rough pace once again, “always such a little and pretty slut for me, aren’t you, love?”

he was fucking you slower as he grabbed the satin tie he had bought just for this occasion, untying the knot and letting out a loud moan as your nails were digging right into his back.

ajax was really something else when he was in bed – almost insatiable, never stopping before he had you crying from pleasure and had you filled up completely with his cum, covered in sweat and your face so beautiful with your smudged makeup.

“turn over, sweetheart”, he mumbled, turning you around onto your stomach before he easily slid back into you, pace quickly becoming relentless and hard. “come on, lovely, make your husband come for you, deep inside of you.”

he was leaving soft kisses over your shoulders and his tone was a total contradiction to his cock rearranging your guts, “oh, god, you feel so good around me”, he groaned, “so fucking tight, making your husband feel so good, aren’t you, honey?”

you could only nod, head completely empty, there was not a single thought you had left in your mind, all you could do at this point was take whatever he was giving you and making you feel so good and numb from the pleasure.

he pulled out again, turning you back around onto your back as he places soft pecks on your lips with a soft smile. ajax just pulled you down towards the end of the bed, legs spread out wide as he went down onto the ground, kneeling in front of you before he had his head buried between your legs and licked up to your clit. the whimpers and moans you let out as he was eating you out were like music to his ears, and he was so messy about eating you out, too. your hands tangled up with his hair, pulling him closer while he was circling your clit.

once he had you sobbing his name again and again, he once more laid on top of you, softly kissing all over your face and neck to calm you down from the constant stimulation he put your poor body through for your honeymoon night.

you had been mentally preparing for him to absolutely test your limits this night and it hadn’t surprised you when he tied your hands with carefully selected satin, even blindfolding you for a bit, when he made you come on his tongue alone at least three times ‘just to prepare you for the main course’ as how he playfully put it.

you couldn’t put into words how much you had anticipated this night. waiting and waiting for him to ravage you to the point you were about to pass out because your body couldn’t possibly handle more.

but you didn’t. because ajax knew your body well enough to know when to give you a break so that you could come back to your senses, have a sip of water and snack something sweet to regain your energy before he went ahead with ravaging your exhausted body.

it made you wonder how the hell he was able to keep up with his stamina for so long; though it also didn’t surprise you, knowing he was going through all the stops to make you feel loved and cherished like you deserved.

“awh, are you tired, sweetheart? i know, baby, i know, that was a lot, wasn’t it?”, he mumbled against your neck. you were so exhausted that the only reply you could give him was a slight nod. you hugged him tightly, just wanting his pure comfort and nothing else. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart, you did so well for me. you wanna take a bath? let me run one for you.”

you nodded and he pecked your lips once more before getting up on shaky legs, to move to the bathroom and let the water start running. he hurried to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for you and when the bath was finally ready, he went back into the bedroom where he found you sound asleep, absolutely peaceful with a soft smile on your lips. he almost decided to skip on the bath but he then decided he could let you sleep cuddling against him in the bath as you both just relaxed in the warm water.

“come on, sweetheart”, he mumbled, gently shaking your body in attempt to waking you up but after your protests, he just lifted you up into his arms and carried you into the bathroom where he slowly let you sit down in the tub, him sitting down behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“i love you so much. i’m so excited to share my life with you, pretty”, he whispered, giggling as you shuddered from how deep his voice sounded right against your ear. “you’re so adorable, angel.”

“i love you, too”, you replied, voice soft and sleepy as you got comfortable in your husband’s arms as you both relaxed in the bath; feeling absolutely safe and sound, not a single worry in either of your minds.

#. flowers for : tartaglia !#genshin impact #genshin fanfiction #genshin smut #genshin tartaglia #genshin childe #childe smut #tartaglia smut #tartaglia x you #tartaglia x reader #childe x you #childe x reader

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pandoraslxna · 7 months

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⋆｡° ✮ minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinktober masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: Biting, rough sex, jealousy, possessive behavior, edging, begging, dom/sub

You’re on your knees, with your hands clawing the headboard of his bed, face buried into the pillow, ass up and gasping loudly as Quaritch fucks you. Anger and jealousy coiled tightly in him, pushing him to fuck you especially hard today.

"Oh, fuck, Miles, fuck, fuck, fuck—" Your voice cracks and you shudder as a particularly deep thrust hits just right, blinding you with a flash of painful pleasure.

Quaritch leans over and sets his teeth to the back of your neck– and then he bites. A whine trembles from your lips, and you’re certain he's leaving behind an imprint of his teeth.

"That’s one, for flirting with that damn science puke today", he says lowly. "So you know who you belong to." His cock slides in deep and slow, and then he bites you again, on your shoulder this time.

"And that’s two. For laughing in my face when I told you to knock it off. Goddamn brat", he growls. The next bite has no particular reason other than the purpose of being seen. Next is your throat, neck, shoulder, hips, thighs, breasts, arms, …

Thrust and bite, over and over and over, until you’re shaking, trembling, and could feel something build in your chest— a sob or a scream. It doesn't really matter as long as Miles keeps doing this, fucking you hard and fast and deep, biting you, claiming you as his.

You feel the pleasure-pain of every bite down to your core. You’re so wet, your clit is throbbing, and you want nothing more than to touch yourself, need to touch yourself, but you’re terrified of letting go of the headboard. It's the only thing anchoring you to your body as Quaritch fucks and bites, sharp-toothed and rhythmic.

"Please, please, fuck, Miles, please! I‘m sorry, I‘m— I won’t do it again! I‘m yours, only y-yours!"

Another bite, and your whole body tenses, arching under the recoms solid weight, a high-pitched, whiny sound being pulled from you as the pleasure pools incandescently, low in your belly, about to explode. You push back clumsily, needing him deeper, as deep as he can get, make him a part of you. Quaritch doesn’t respond, but he bites again, teeth harsher than ever.

It hurts, but it’s in the best way possible, and you can't hold back any more. You had to come, you were so desperate for it, so you let go of the headboard and—

"No." Miles‘ voice is gravelly in your ear as he grabs your hand, twines your fingers together and pins your hand behind your back. "Not yet, cupcake. Didn’t think I would let you come this easily, after that stunt you pulled today, huh? Seems like my little slut completely forgot who’s in charge here." And then he rocks into you so quick and strong that you slide up the bed a bit. Miles braces you with a hand on your hip, holds you steady as he continues to pound into you.

While you’re moaning, panting and gasping, breath hitching, Quaritch just continues to fuck and bite you steadily, keeping your hand trapped. At some point, he starts to whisper into your ear, filthy things about how hot you look with your neck bruised and bite-marked, how he loves fucking you so hard, how much he loves the way you taste, how much he loves to discipline his favorite brat...

Sobbing, you shudder and twist and beg, your words pleasure-blurred into one long moan of want, "Pleasepleasepleaseplease—"

Finally relenting, Quaritch releases your hand and reaches between your thighs, giving a teasing slap to your clit before he runs his fingers over it in fast, tight circles, and then you’re gone, flung into your orgasm, crying out and shaking, shuddering and twitching like you’ve been struck by lightning. Chanting, thank you, sir, thank you, thank you, before your supporting arm gives way and you collaps to the bed, a delicious drowsiness settling over you.

In the distance you hear Miles frantic panting and his low groans of good girl, such a good girl, took it so well, look how fuckin' pretty you are, all marked up as mine, as he comes, and you let yourself drift away, warm and loved and tingling.

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anantaru · 8 months

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jumping up and down jing yuan’s swollen cock while he’s holding onto your hips for his dear life, furthermore printing his digits into your bedewed flesh.

somehow, everything feels more intense tonight— floaty and euphoric, like you disconnected from clear reality each moment his tip inches down your tightness.

"i’m— i‘m so close." the way you voiced it almost sounded as if you were somewhat complaining, almost as if sad that it was going to be over soon.

you helplessly try to muffle your screams and it comes out in a weak cry. whatever it was, jing yuan adored the noise you made because of him and his cock, "you think you can take it?" he laughs softly upon swallowing down, his adams apple bobbing harshly against his throat.

"yes- yes—!" you close your eyes and arch your back, putting on an unique show for the man beneath you.

the expelled air surrounding you was getting heavier as you bounced up and down his erection, not daring to let the built up climax evaporate from your lower belly as shrilling moans and whines slipped past your parted lips before your boyfriend simply couldn‘t do it anymore and pulled you flushed against his sweaty chest.

he swallows a little as he watched your breasts squished on top of him, fuck, jing yuan was hard, it pained him, achingly hard and throbbing within the tight embrace of your walls— now; you attempt to move your hips again but he keeps you pressed down, curling closer into your wet warmth and grinding up. something, he should give you some room to move instead of burying his dick so far up your cunt that you fought with the desire to release and paint him with your slick right about now.

#fem! reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail smut #jing yuan smut #jing yuan x reader

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its-ares · 2 months

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— Heartaches Continuum

Part II of Unrequited love is the worst, Male Reader

@nouearth @kawaiishipperforlife @screechingmoonfox

Jason lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling. Two hours ago your coffin was lowered and again Jason couldn't stop crying. He hadn't done anything but cry for two weeks anyway, sometimes he screamed at night when he woke up from his nightmare. He screamed, always for M/N. He sobbed and pulled at his hair until Dick carefully removed his hands from his head.

The others tried to be there for him, but their family was divided. Dick, Kory, Dawn and Bruce tried to comfort him. Rachel, Gar and Hank let Jason feel how disappointed they were in him for what he had done to M/N. Rachel lost a very good friend, M/N was always there for her and cheered her up. Gar lost his gaming buddy, together you played some game for hours. Hank missed M/N because of his quiet nature, the boy had listened to him when he told how he felt about Dawn and M/N helped him get back together with her.

The others didn't want to understand how much he missed him. Jason knew what a mistake he had made - and now he had to live with the consequences.

It was late, almost night, when Jason carefully sat down on his bed. Photos of the two of you were scattered around, you were happy.

"I'm so, so sorry M/N. I was an asshole and now you're just gone. How am I supposed to live without you?" Jason wiped away his tears when he caught a whiff. He looked up and saw you. You were sitting on his desk chair and looking at him attentively. Jason looked at you in shock, sure that he was finally losing his mind.

"Hey Jay," says M/N and smiles sadly. M/N slowly walked towards Jason and sat down on the bed. He put his hand on his former friend's cheek and stroked it gently. "Don't cry, Jay," M/N whispered.

"I don't understand, you- you're not real. I saw them lower your coffin into the ground. You're not here, you'll never be here again," Jason cried, shaking his head.

"You don't have to understand Jay, I'm here to tell you that I forgive you. I love you so much and believe me, it hurts that I can't be with you anymore, but despite everything, I'm still here," said M/N and put his hand on Jason's chest. „I‘m always going to be here“.

M/N leaned forward and kissed Jason gently. When he opened his eyes, M/N was gone. Jason smiled sadly and touched his lip. The pain in his chest was still there, but not as oppressive as before. He touched his chest and felt a warmth. "I love you too, M/N," Jason whispered.

We‘ll meet again soon, M/N.

#jason todd x male reader #titans x male reader #ares angsty works 💔

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joelslegalwhre · 1 year

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Hey

This is my request

Yn is a driver of red bull and its the last race and max verstappen is her boyfriend ( max is not a driver ) and she wins her first worldchampionship with alot of fluff thanks

i love the idea! Be ready for a ton of fluff, i have no self control-

Sorry this took me so long… I had my final exams and was busy crying and being anxious, BUT I‘M DONE NOW whoo, your girl finally has her Abi now😭

pairing // max verstappen x driver!fem!reader

summary // You win your first world championship and Max had already planned everything out for when you get out of your car

warnings // max is not a driver, he‘s living the wag life lmao, just a shit ton of fluff and lovesick max, you‘re the first woman in f1 (did i miss something?)

word count // 2k

Masterlist // taglist // 🥤my kofi if you‘d like to leave a tip🩷

World Champion

Your car literally flew across the finish line as your team clung to the fence to the track, cheering.

You couldn't help but let out a cry of joy. You had done it, you had actually won the race.

That might not be unusual anymore, because winning races was almost a habit.

But today was different, the screams of the fans cheering you on from the stands echoed in your ears. You put your hand out of the cockpit and waved back at them, smiling and completely overwhelmed by the situation.

World champion. You were a world champion now.

The mere fact that you were the first and only woman in Formula One had made a lot of headlines. Right from the start, you felt much more pressure than the others seemed to. And you had shown all the reporters and all the doubters who had made so many comments, good or bad, how you were able to assert yourself in this male domain.

You parked your car according to the rules and not even a second later you were running towards the waiting crowd that was your team, jumping into their arms. The fence separating the people from the drivers was rocking dangerously as you jumped into their arms, almost knocking it over completely. But you were so full of joy that you hardly noticed. The love and joy your team gave you at that moment overwhelmed you. Everyone laughed, whistled and cheered, and you too had to squeal under your helmet. All of this was so absolutely unreal, it was as if you were about to wake up from a dream. A dream that was too good to be true.

But that's exactly what it was, true. This was really happening.

When your mechanics, the pit crew and whoever else was standing with them, put you back down on the ground, your eyes fell on Max. He was standing right up front, next to your mechanics, beaming at you.

As quickly as you could, you took off your helmet and your balaclava. Someone took the helmet and balaclava from your hands, much to your silent gratitude. Your feet carried you to your boyfriend in seconds.

"Congratulations, champion." He couldn't say much more before you wrapped your arms around his neck and silenced him with your lips.

You didn't care who was watching now, this moment belonged only to the two of you. Max gently parted from your lips and leaned his forehead against yours. "You can't imagine how proud I am of you." he whispered, his nose lightly brushing yours. "I love you." you whispered back.

"I love you more, champ." You giggled in response to the new nickname he seemed to have chosen for you now. You didn't mind, quite the opposite, it was a reminder of what had just happened. His breath brushed your lips as he let out a laugh. "I think you need to get back to your job now." Max grinned, still so close to your lips. You pouted and looked into his eyes, "Don't run away, okay?" you joked. "I'm not." He laughed back and gave you one last peck on the lips.

You turned around and thanked the person who had held your helmet for you.

Then you rushed to the other drivers and went through the whole procedure with the weighing and all the other usual steps. The drivers were congratulating you with hugs and brotherly pats on the back.

All the time the cheering of the fans and your team in the background.

The hymns were played and you still couldn't quite believe it. This wasn't just a normal race, it wasn't just the end of the season - which meant you finally had time to genuinely relax - no, it was the day you could talk about for decades to come, the day people would talk about for years and years. The day you made it.

Your anthem played, and as the rhythmic notes rang out, you had to hold back tears. It was emotional, to say the least. But the bright smile on your face outweighed the tears. And so you stood up there, along with Charles and Lewis, and let the sun, still pleasantly warm, brush your face. In your ears now the national anthem of your team.

After receiving numerous congratulations along the way, the garage was finally in sight. "Do you know where everyone is?" you asked your PR manager, who had accompanied you here from the podium, slightly confused. Nobody from the team was outside anymore, and you drew the conclusion that they all had to be in the garage. "They're already inside." she confirmed, grinning at you. Just as you had thought, then. You gave an understandable nod and circled the stack of tires stored diagonally in front of the garage.

Your mouth probably dropped to the floor when you saw your team, Christian and Max in front, together with Helmut, standing in front of you. You were quick to close your lips again, a wide smile dominating.

"What-" it was nothing more than a stutter, you were too overwhelmed with the situation.

"Congratulations!" everyone shouted at the same time, like a birthday surprise. That's when you noticed the shirts they were all wearing. Every member of the team was wearing the same one, and it showed you standing big in the middle, with the words "World Champion" at the top and the year at the bottom. It was one of the pictures from Spain earlier this year, when you had taken first place and had both hands in the air, clenched into fists, in victory.

"We have one for you, too." Christian grinned at you, and gave you an identical shirt to the one he was wearing.

"Thank you." your voice was barely above a whisper, the emotion too strong. Tears were collecting in your eyelashes, and it became hard to see.

You felt two strong arms close around your body, and in the next moment you were surrounded by Max's familiar scent. "Congratulations, baby." he whispered in your ear. He must have told you a dozen times since you left your car, but he just couldn't help himself. Your big dream has finally come true. All those days of hard training had paid off, and he couldn't be prouder of you.

You snuck your nose in the crook of his neck and pressed yourself closer to him once more, before braking away from the embrace.

"Thank you." you now said, addressing your team. "Thank you to each and every one of you. I know so many have said that before me, but it's true, I couldn't have done this without you guys today." you turned to your pit crew with a grin, "You guys have the absolute fastest reflexes I've ever seen. How do you do that?" The men laughed and tipped their imaginary hats, "Is and always will be an honor, Ms. World Champion." one of them joked, making you giggle.

When the hectic and excitement of the past few hours had passed, you could finally go back to your driver's room with Max to relax a little. Some privacy and quietness was something you were beyond grateful right now. All the fuss had worn you out and as much as you were filled with gratitude, your body also screamed at you to just lay down for a moment. After all, you just did a whole race in the heat of the bright midday sun. A cold shower was just about the best thing you could think of right now, but that had to wait for at least another two or three hours, maybe even more.

"Ugh, that feels amazing." you moaned as you fell onto the small couch in your room. You let out an exhausted breath and let your head fall back to rest on it. "I bet it does." Max laughed and sat down beside you, grabbing your ankles to lift your legs onto his lap. He started to massage your feet, and you felt like you just got sent to literal heaven. "Please, never stop." you let out another groan, which made Max chuckle. "Your wish is my command."

Your eyes wandered to his shirt, the same one you were still wearing. And after all the months of secret phone calls, always wondering what important things he had to do on these calls and why he left the room you were in when he did, it dawned on you, "Max," you asked, "Were you the one to get all these shirts?"

He smiled at you, still massaging your feet, „I did. Couldn't let my girl win her first championship and stand there empty-handed."

"Max," your voice cracked, "I- Thank you," you whispered, as you felt a single tear rolling down your cheek, "So much."

"Baby, don't cry." His thumb wiped the tear from your cheek, and you distinctly leaned into his touch. "Thank you so much." you whispered again. "You don't have to thank me for that, baby." a light smile played on his lips and he shifted slightly, bringing you to sit on his lap.

His hands caressed your thighs, and it sent a warm shiver through your body.

It felt good to rest in his arms and give your sore muscles a break.

You snuggled even closer to him. For a moment you just sat there, in his lap with his hands on your thighs and your arms around his middle. His hands ran up and down in a caressing and soothing gesture. The air in the room was pleasantly cool, thanks to the air conditioning.

Max's hands moved from your thighs to your back and gently moved up and down there too. He didn't push you to tell him everything that you were feeling right now, he just let you have your moment of silence. Later, when you would be back in your hotel room, there would be plenty of time to talk about everything that had happened.

"I love you." he whispered against your neck. You leaned back a little to look at him and smiled. "I love you too."

You cupped his face in your hands, the light stubble of his beard lightly scratching your skin and his scent enveloping you like a soft blanket.

You leaned forward and gently placed your lips on his. Max returned the kiss immediately and lightly nibbled your lower lip, which made you giggle and opened your lips a little. He took the opportunity to explore you with his tongue. The softness with which he kissed you elicited a sigh from you. It wasn’t a hectic or dirty kiss. Rather, it was full of love, affection and emotion. Max made you feel as if it was just the two of you and not a thousand other reporters, photographers and employees who were about to ask you a million questions. Which you were looking forward to, of course, but this moment was still too perfect to end.

Both of you separated your lips to catch your breath. Max immediately pulled your body close to his again and wrapped his arms around you.

"I think we need to get back out there," he whispered in your ear after a while. His breath tickled you a little and you giggled lightly. "Yeah, I think so."

You moved off his lap and ran a hand through your hair, which got a little tousled during your kiss. Max stood up and followed you to the door. "Off to battle." you quipped as you grabbed the handle. Max jokingly slapped your ass, and grinned, "Let's go, you world champion."

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maysrinn · 3 months

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Wait!!! How did I missed that?? What happened to Clementine in capitol au?

Lucy Gray lost Clementine at the end of her first trimester or the start of the second at 21 due to constant stress and pressure put on her from not only the capitol society but also Coriolanus himself who was running for president. He neglected her needs for a good social image, and used Lucy Gray as a tool in his own little game with a smile while saying „She‘s a victor, there's nothing we won’t accomplish“. Everything needed to be perfect in her husband's eyes and unlike District 12 where the environment was much better for Lucy Gray the capitol families she had to associate with were cruel and merciless. The perfect combination of panems grandma‘ams, Livias, and Mayfairs.

Lucy Gray lost Clementine at the end of the night in the bathroom at a gala of one of Coriolanus's political associates, she was beyond devastated. Coriolanus fortunately learned a lesson after witnessing the death of his unborn daughter and watching his wife screaming and crying in agony. Lucy Gray on the other hand fell into a monthly lasting long state of grief after her husband was declared president.

Sejanus was born 3 years after the incident in the presidential mansion while Lucy Gray cried tears of joy and grief, in the end, Tigress was the one to tell her that little Janus is considered a rainbow babe.

_______

I love Clementine a lot and I‘m sad she won't be in the Capitol AU, so much potential for a good character but I love angst Coriolanus had to learn that his actions in any timeline have consequences to a better or worse outcome.

#tbosas #snowbaird

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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year

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You found me lost

Leon Kennedy x f! Reader

summary: Leon comes home after a tough mission and just needs you near him.

warning: Fluff

Not proofread! Gif not mine.

this is the first fanfic I‘m posting. please don’t hate and ignore my grammar 😭

It‘s 3AM when you hear the bedroom door close. You slightly open your eye to look who it is and make yourself ready to attack whoever dares to interrupt your sleep.

Luckily Leon taught you some self defense before he left for a mission. You’re still not the best but it’s enough for winning time and sprinting to the neighbors.

As you were about to jump and attack whoever is in the room, you stop. “Oh” leaves your mouth as you realize who it is. Your Boyfriend. Leon. He‘s home early.

“Leon” you speak and jump off the bed. He stands there and looks over to you making your way to him with open arms. As your bodies collides together he lets out a small groan. Immediately you let go of him, worried you might have hurt him. “Are you okay? You’re home early.” you ask him. He doesn’t say anything and pulls you in a hug by your waist. You of course hug him back and let your hands make their way under his shirt, laying them on his back. His face is burried into the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much.” his voice is raspy and filled with emotions. You know something bad happened and know exactly how to comfort him.

You pull away from the hug and take his face in your hands. Giving him a quick smile you let go of his face and take on of his hands, guiding him with you to the bathroom. As you turn on the shower you turn to him and see him standing her and looking at you. He definitely isn’t happy right now. “Do you want to tell me about it?” you ask him with care in your voice. But he doesn’t respond. His eyes leaves yours and fall to the bathroom floor. As you make your way to him you stop in front of him, grab one of his big muscular arms and gain his attention back to you. “It’s okay, Baby. You did amazing, no matter what happened there.” you try to comfort him and you can tell he wants to let go of his emotions and cry his whole heart out and scream that he doesn’t deserve what keeps happening to him, but he can’t. Not because he is incapable in showing feelings but because he is scared. Scared that he might scare you off but mostly he is scared of himself. So he doesn’t say anything back.

You slowly remove his shirt and jeans leaving him only in his Boxers. His big and muscular body is yet covered in bruises. Fresh and old ones. Some are blue and some are dark purple. You remove his boxers and leave him with nothing. There is no sexual intention. Just pure Love. He sits down in the shower and you work on his hair. Washing it with your favorite vanilla shampoo which he really really likes. You remember the time he came home with 10 vanilla shampoos so your hair could keep smelling like that. He is obsessed with you and spoils you even though you don’t want to.

After washing the shampoo out of his hair he stops you by grabbing your arm softly. He turns his head slightly so you can see his defined jawline and lips. “Thank you so much for doing this all for me, love. You know you don’t have to do that.” you let out a chuckle and bend over a bit to kiss his cheek. “I do it because I love you. Don‘t thank me for that ever again.” the side of his lips lift up and you smile like an idiot at that.

After taking care of him you were about to leave the room to get him clothes but he stops you by grabbing your arm, making you turn to look at him. “Don‘t go." he barely whispers which makes your heart shatter in a million pieces. As you give him a sad smile you take his hands and wrap them around your waist. “never. But if you stay in that towel you’re gonna get sick.” before he gets the chance to respond you take him with you and get back to your shared bedroom.

Dressing him in his pajamas you let him lay on top of you. Arms protectively around your waist, laying between your legs and his head on your chest while your hands are in his wet hair.

“I don’t think you understand how much I love you” he confesses which makes your heart melt. You kiss the top of his head and whisper “I love you more. Sleep now. I‘ll be here when you wake up.”

And with that said, he slowly falls asleep in the arms of his loved one.

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finally, us | marius von hagen

synopsis: after giving birth to your little princess, marius gave you space and time to recover. he slowly started growing tired of feeling so lonely and finally confronted you about your insecurities and made sure you remembered how good he could make you feel.

cw: insecure fem!reader in postpartum (ik this is not everyone's cup of tea, i just wanted to write gentle & sweet husband!marius, so give it a shot? there are NO details on the birth part), fingering & oral (fem receiving), marius is feeling really lonely, praises, mirror sex (briefly)

marius wasn‘t pissed.

it was the most natural thing that your entire focus was on that little wonder you had in your arms. your focus was on your baby, after all. he only had started to feel lonely. so, no, he wasn’t pissed. he was lonely.

his tiny princess in your arms was cooing, making you giggle as she grabbed your pinky finger in a tight grip and he finally got over his stupid head and sat down next to you on the couch in the main room.

marius really wasn‘t pissed that you had stopped paying attention to him. okay, perhaps he was slightly pissed. though he totally understood why your focus shifted — his did, too, that‘s totally out of question. he just wished he could have one night again with you and you alone. without a screaming, crying baby. marius knew how selfish that sounded but he couldn’t help himself.

"baby?", he mumbled softly, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on your neck. you didn’t respond.

he had given you space and as much care as it was possible for you to heal and adjust to the changes in your life. of course, you still slept in the same bed, talked, acted like husband and wife but it felt like you unintentionally shifted your entire focus on the baby and forgot about his existence in a way as well.

he didn’t blame you for that, how could he possibly blame you for this? you let your body go through so many changes when you gave birth and he was so proud of you.

he helped you as much as he could while still working from home as pax‘ ceo. but of course, he couldn’t force you to leave her if you didn’t feel ready for it. it was still a little frustrating from time to time, with how distant you had gotten to him.

"do you want to rest a little? i‘ll take care of her for a bit, how does that sound?", he asked carefully, brushing your hair out of the way gently.

"nuh-uh", you replied, shaking your head "i‘m okay. don’t worry."

"baby, come on, you haven‘t slept properly the past few days. you look exhausted. i got you a bath ready, go in there, please? for me? i‘ll take care of her." his tone had gotten more stern, slowly getting pent up with your behavior. he did his best to make sure you and your daughter were cared for. but you not taking care of yourself anymore was frustrating him as well.

you sighed, nodding finally in defeat; the exhaustion hitting you like a truck as you carefully placed your daughter in marius‘ arms.

you smiled softly at him before you went to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and sinking into the comfortably warm water. the scents from the essential oils he had purchased for this very occasion were coming up to your nose and you could feel all your muscles relax and your eyes were closing.

just a couple of minutes later you heard a knock on the bathroom door and marius entered. "can i join? i want to spend some time with you", he mumbled, cheeks reddening. "i just missed you so much, baby."

"where is—"

"i called luke and asked if he could watch her for an hour or two earlier”, he interrupted you. “he just arrived a few minutes ago and went out for a long walk with her. don’t worry, she was quite excited to see her uncle luke and i clothed her warm enough for the weather. please, baby? can i join?", he asked again.

your body relaxed again and you nodded. "of course."

marius stripped off his clothes, sinking into the bath behind you and wrapping his arms around you, softly massaging your tense muscles. "i‘m sorry", you suddenly sniffled, tears burning in your eyes as you realized how much you had neglected your husband. it had never been your intention to neglect him but you did. and it made you feel so horrible.

"for what, baby? for taking care of our little princess? for being the most amazing mother anyone could wish for? i don‘t care if you don’t spend time with me, as long as you’re by my side. of course, i‘d like a little kiss here and there, and maybe a hug, hm? maybe you’ll let me take you out for a date night once in a while as well. all i ask of you is to not forget about taking care of yourself, baby. i miss you. and you can leave her with me once in a while, too, if you need to rest. that is totally okay, baby, and i wish you’d do that more often", he spoke softly, turning your head around so you could face him and kissed you, so soft and gentle, and you practically melted.

it had been too long — way too long — since he last kissed you like this. you couldn’t remember when you last kissed at all. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had an intimate moment like this with him. it felt like your entire body lit on fire and suddenly, everything else was all forgotten. all you could think of was him.

the innocent, gentle kiss quickly turned into something way more intense — he sighed against your lips as his body was relaxing, remembering the way you made him feel and you turned around to face him.

his eyes were lidded, watching your every move, god, those gorgeous purple eyes of his.

“i missed this so much. i missed you so much”, he whispered, giving you a gentle, comforting smile. “believe me, baby, i don’t blame you that you focus on our little princess right now, okay? our tiny princess is more important than me. i just really felt lonely lately, alright? don’t blame yourself for this.”

you could only nod, words were unable to come out and you leaned down to kiss him again, his arms wrapping around you as you seemed to melt into each other.

“marius”, you sighed softly as you felt his hands wander up your body. “i… need you.”

“oh, baby, i need you, too. more than you could possibly imagine. i don’t want to force you into anything, though. don’t think you have to do anything you’re not feeling ready to do”, he replied. “i won’t be mad or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.”

you smiled, his care and worry for you to be rushing into things was so endearing. “i know, baby. i just missed you so much. my doctor cleared me for sex weeks ago but i… don’t know. my priorities were with our baby girl. i wasn’t thinking about it. taking this break with you today reminded me that i need to prioritize myself as well. and it reminded me of how much i needed you.”

“come on then, baby, let’s get out of the bath. i need to pamper you properly, hm?”, marius said, smiling sweetly and you nodded with a giggle, carefully standing up and grabbing your towel, quickly drying yourself off as marius watched you and followed your steps a few moments later. he saw you inspecting your body on the mirror in your bedroom with those stretch marks on your hips, comparing the differences of your body after being pregnant and giving birth.

marius gently placed his hands on your hips, his hands slowly wandering up your body. “you look so beautiful, baby. i love you, so much”, he mumbled gently, placing kisses over your neck and you couldn’t help the shudder that went through your body.

“even with these marks and changes my body went through?”, you asked, voice quiet and careful.

“especially with those marks and changes”, marius replied, lips wandering down your neck to your shoulder and you were just watching yourself and marius behind you, still self-conscious about your body and simultaneously distracted by his gentle kisses – you couldn’t even process that you were both still very naked.

he turned you around again so you could face him. leaning down to kiss you but this time, it was so intense you felt dizzy for a moment when he let go. “let me bring you to bed and show you how much i missed you in my arms, yeah?”

“mhm”, you smiled, and it was the most beautiful sight in his eyes because this was the first time in a while you smiled so genuinely at him. he missed this sight so much.

he lifted you up with ease, carrying you to the bedroom and laughed when you squealed. once he was on top of you on your massive bed, he was making sure you felt as comfortable as possible. you were feeling so overwhelmed with his kisses, his praises for how beautiful you were, his soft, shaky breaths against your neck as he, too, was slowly getting worked up with his need for you.

“please, baby, can i taste you? missed your pretty pussy so much”, he whispered against your tummy, looking up at you, before planting a gentle kiss right over some little stretch marks on your tummy. you nodded as a reply, but he was not satisfied with that.

“use your words, baby. need to hear you talk to me. you haven’t been doing that in a while now. i need your words.”

“yes, marius, please”, you sighed, eyes rolling back as you felt his tongue on your folds, the first time in months that he was eating you out and you felt like just a couple more strokes with his tongue and you’d cum.

his arms were spreading your legs apart as he played with your clit, moaning against your pussy at the taste. marius almost forgot that this was about you and you alone, about making you feel comfortable with your body again. “such a good girl for me, baby”, he grunted, “such a good fucking girl for me, let me make you feel so good.”

his one hand was grabbing towards your hand, wanting to intertwine your fingers as the other hand slowly moved to your glistening pussy, his thumb playing with your clit and shortly after his middle finger was easing into you.

you shuddered, legs starting to twitch around his head as you cried out his name, the first orgasm of the night washing over you like a tidal wave as you squeezed his hand tightly. “marius, baby”, you whispered breathlessly, slowly coming back to your senses. “need you inside. please, fuck me.”

“shh, relax, baby. i won‘t fuck you”, he said, pausing for a second. he saw your face drop, before he proceeded with a gentle smile, “i’ll make love to you like my queen deserves, hm? need to make sure you’re prepared for my cock, alright?”

marius turned you both around on the bed that you were leaning against his chest and he was seated against the headboard. “look at us, baby”, he pointed at the mirror right in front of you both, smiling. “look how pretty you look in my arms, so, so beautiful.”

his hands slowly wandered down your chest to carefully play with your sensitive nipples, before his fingers tippled down lower your body, slowly reaching your clit. he started rubbing the sensitive nub, holding your legs apart with his own as you twitched. the stimulation was quite a lot to handle – considering you hadn’t let him touch you in months (he wasn’t initiating anything in fear of hurting you before the birth).

“baby, plea–”

“watch. us. watch yourself as i play with your pretty cunt, baby”, he interrupted you. “i need you to feel this, baby, because i want you to remember how beautiful you are. i want you to remember how fucking proud you make me feel whenever i see you fall apart on my fingers or my mouth.”

he slowly slipped a finger inside of you, letting out gentle shushes as you squirm and moan, kissing over your cheeks, face, down to your neck. as he was carefully moving his finger in and out of your warmth, he watched your every reaction. it wasn’t long until he slipped in another finger, holding you in your place as he whispered in your ear: “look at yourself in the mirror and come for me, princess. you deserve it.”

you practically exploded, the cry of his name was so satisfying for him to listen to. you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this fucking good, so full of pleasure and so satisfyingly spent.

“good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, princess”, he praised you, causing goosebumps to cover your body. he removed his fingers and licked them clean. “you’re so beautiful, god, i love you.”

“i love you”, you replied breathlessly.

marius smiled as you lost all your strength were laying against him powerlessly.

“that felt so good, marius, fuck”, you sighed.

you squealed when he suddenly turned you both around so you were underneath him again. “can’t tell you enough how much i missed being so playful with you”, he whispered gently, kissing underneath your earlobe. “so, how do you feel about… me fucking you?”, he asked carefully. you nodded.

“yes, please, marius, i need you inside of me”, you replied.

he leaned over towards the nightstand’s drawer, grabbing the lube inside of it and letting some of the liquid drip into his hand. he knew you were wet enough to take him raw, but he wanted to make sure that you didn’t struggle to take him in after so long. he jerked his cock off a little, covering his length with the liquid and dribbled some on your pussy as well, before he aligned his tip with your hole and slowly thrusted inside. just the tip inside of your warm walls had him groan out and the more he thrusted into you, the more he lost his mind.

“fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight”, he groaned, “so fucking good, you feel so fucking good.”

he started to name vegetables in his mind, trying to distract himself so that he wouldn’t cum from just thrusting into you for the first time in over four months.

that made him realize that he hadn’t asked if you were okay with going raw – fuck, it completely slipped his mind. “baby? i forgot to ask, i’m so sorry, did you want me to use a condom?”

you looked at him like he lost his damn mind.

“do you think i wouldn’t have stopped you if i did?”, you asked, laughing and kissing him gently. “it’s alright baby. i wanted to feel you. also, come on, we haven’t used a condom in forever. you really think you would like to use one?” you joked around, shaking your head.

marius visibly relaxed, nodding before he returned the kiss, smiling. “you okay? feels good, baby? can i?”

you nodded: “yes, i’m okay. feels good, baby, please, move.”

you didn’t have to ask twice, marius pulled out before he thrusted back inside, face buried against your neck as he was about to lose his mind. “fuck, baby, gonna make you feel so good, make us both feel so good, hm? you want that? you wanna cum for your husband again?”

his thrusts were sloppy, the grunts and groans he let out were music to your ears and you couldn’t believe how much you missed this.

just feeling your warmth around his cock had him babbling nonsense, kissing you messily to distract himself but at one point, everything was becoming too much and his hips stilled as he came, cum buried deep inside of you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck”, he let out a string of curses as he pulled out, watching his cum drip out of you as you clenched around nothing. “gonna make you come for me again, baby. need to see you lose your mind because fuck me, if i am not right now.”

before you could reply or say anything, he slipped his cock back inside of you, biting into your shoulder to distract himself and you whined, nails scratching up his back fully as his pace got faster. “fuck, marius, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop”, you cried out, tears running down your cheeks as your body went on sensory overload, feeling too much at once – pleasure, love, passion… it was overwhelming.

“shh, baby, don’t cry. it’s okay”, he comforted you gently, slowing down with his pace to make sure you were okay. “i’m sorry, i lost my patience there. did i hurt you?”

you immediately shook your head. “no, no, i’m okay. i was just… feeling so much at once. i’m okay. i promise”, you replied, smiling at him. “you’re so perfect, marius. i love you, so much.”

“i love you, too”, he kissed you softly before he proceeded with his movements, watching your face scrunch as you got closer to the edge and watched your lips part as pure bliss coursed through your body, the cry of his name sounding like music to him.

once you were all cleaned up and tuck inside the blankets next to him, looked up at him. you were practically glowing and he loved seeing you back to your old self.

“fuck, that felt so good. why again did i stop myself from this?”, you giggled, still in a post-orgasmic haze.

“because you were taking care of our baby girl, remember? the one luke is bringing back any moment now so we should probably get dressed. you can sleep, though. i know i tired you out fully, didn't i? i’ll watch her, alright?”, he said. “you just rest. you deserve this, baby.”

“mhm. i love you”, you nodded before you were already asleep, smiling in your sleep as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead before getting up and getting dressed again to call luke that he can bring his daughter back home anytime he wants.

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