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changisworld · 3 months

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Kisses & Ribbons

What better day to write my first Hyunjin one-shot than on Valentines day <3

MDNI, OBVIOUS 18+, Smut warnings under the cut.

Word count; 2,301

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SMUT WARNINGS: Marking{f receive} Shibari, PIV, Use of vibrator, lots of praise, a few spanks, spit, creampie, lovemaking, quite fluffy, aftercare, oral {f receive}, experimenting, mention of safe word but not used, flavoured lube, subspace, multiple orgasms,

++ Hyunjin & Reader are married, non idol au, Hyunjin is still a hopeless romantic because DUHH.

You & Hyunjin are just back from a live Jazz music restaurant where you had both decided to spend valentines day, eating delicious food & slow dancing to the music surrounding you but cancelling out as you enjoy the closeness of your husband.

You both practically tumble through the door already kissing eachothers lips, his feeling like mini pillows against your own. You take off his long cream coloured coat & he takes off your matching one.

You both somehow make it to the bedroom before he softly places you on the bed, him following after you & his stomach on your chest, keeping his weight on his elbows & hands before breaking the kiss. "You still up for trying what we discussed, beautiful?" he asks, stroking your hair softly as his eyes glisten. You smile at him & lean up to kiss his nose & you let out an affirmative hum. "of course, i've been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it hunny" you say in a quiet voice, cheeks blushing. Hyunjin hums back at you & he disconnects himself from you, now standing up as he walks over to your shared wardrobe as he fishes out a red velvet box.

He walks over & places it on the bed, not opening it but instead looks back at you. "why not you get undressed for me baby, hmm?" He asks, his ears red & yours equally so. You undo your beige blouse & hyunjin settles himself behind you, helping you wiggle out of your black skirt & tights, kissing your shoulder & back of your neck as he does so.

Hyunjin takes his clothes off too after setting you back down on the bed, leaving him completely bare & you in your red lace thong & matching panties. Hyunjin crawls over you & begins kissing you, his knee in-between your core, your hands reach up to cup his cheeks as you subconsciously begin slowly grinding against his thigh, seeking friction. "You that desperate already baby?" he asks you, hand reaching to your core & cups it. "We can start now then pretty, as stunning as you look in this set, do you mind taking it off for me hm?" he asks you as he lifts himself off of you to reach for the red box still sitting unopened on the bed.

You wriggle your thong off your skin & unclasp your lace bra, your nipples getting hard instantly at the slight temperature change since the material has now came off. Hyunjin opens the box & pulls out a set of red rope with some pieces of ribbon still laying in the box. Your breath hitches slightly as your stomach gets butterflies looking at hyunjin, your husband, holding the rope in his hands. "Can touch it? I wanna feel it." You ask, holding your hand out, he hums & holds the rope out so you can take it as he sits down next to you.

"Are you definitely are you wanna do this sweetie? We don't need to if you're having any sort of second thoughts." Hyunjin says softly, taking the rope back off you as he leans in to your neck & gives your earlobe a couple of kisses. "Of course i want to, you know i'll tell you if i change my mind babe" you reply, eyes closing to fully take in how nice his kisses feel. Hyunjiin hums again & pulls away from your neck, your back shivering at the loss of contact.

"Okay, do you remember the safe word y/n? You can use it any time.. of course." His voice soft in tone, now straightening out the rope in his hands. "red. I won't forget." You blush as you watch hyunjins veiny hands feeling the rope. He smiles back.

"Okay baby, lie down for me for me please." You don't even think twice before crawling up so your head is on the pillows, hyunjin following behind.

Hyunjin begins tying the red rope around each of your limbs & torso, creating chriss-crosses in-between your tits, slightly pinching them before slightly manhandling you, flipping you on your back to finish the ties, kissing each inch of skin he covers. By the end, your hands are tied to your stomach, immobile, your legs connected to your hands so you're in a mating press & you have rope on the very insides of your thighs, causing a slight pinch & burn on your outer flaps. He grabs the ribbons that were still inside the box & ties them to your knees, one above your pussy & the other one on the bits of rope that cross over in-between your breasts.

Hyunjin finishes tying you up before standing up to admire hiss work & also to admire you. "Does anything pinch or hurt more than it should?" He questions, finger stroking your leg. "No, i'm fine to continue hunny." you reply, showing him a smile.

Hyunjin walks over to the bedside table beside you & pulls out some strawberry flavoured lube & a small bullet vibrator. He kisses you from the side which you gladly reciprocate, feeling extra needy. He walks around & crawls up the bed so his face is now at your now dripping cunt. "Look how wet you are jagi, my mouth is watering even looking at it.already swollen, your clit is peeking through already." He shoots you a smile & you blush instantly, getting a bit shy.

He flicks open the small bottle of flavoured lube & lets a few droplets drip onto your cunt which makes you flinch but the rope makes it impossible to move away. He opens his tongue & puts a bit of the lube on it before he moves down & takes a long, slow lick the entire way up your core, making you gasp as he lets out a groan. He pulls back to spit onto your core. "I don't know why i ate dessert earlier when i knew this can't be compared to anything on any menu in the world. Pussy is so plump & swollen because of the rope isn't it? You enjoy it this much hmm?"" He hums out, looking at you with his cat eyes. "Feels so good jinnie, don't stop, please." You tilt your head sideways to avoid the eye contact, getting shy of the position & helpless position you're currently in but he is quick to tug at one of the ropes up at your tits, making you jolt & you look back in his direction, eyes slightly watery from the burn. "Don't get all shy on me now, we're just getting started." He doesn't give you a chance to reply before he basically dives back into your folds.

He begins slurping, nibbling, kissing & straight up moans into your core which obviously sends vibrations to your clit, making you whine out even louder than hyunjins noises. He adds a finger into your wet walls & that tip you over the edge instantly, your legs try their best to shake despite the rope keeping you set in place as you come undone all down his fingers & tongue. You open your eyes as you come down from your high & realise hyunjin has been giving you kisses & sucking dark marks onto them while he waits. "Ji-jinnie need you, p-please" you pant out, still trying to catch your breath & tugging against the ropes holding your arms. "Soon, y/n, be patient. I'm not quite full yet mkay? let me show you how much i love you." you can't help but get butterflies in your stomach, despite being together for so long now.

You open your mouth to reply but the words get caught in your throat as he dives straight back into your cunt, letting his nose nudge against your clit repeatedly as his tongue now makes its way inside you, making you practically squeal. You try your best to jolt your hips away but also closer to his face at the same time, you don't even acknowledge the now buzzing vibrator now making noise until it presses against your completely ruined clit which makes you quite literally scream. "J-jin-baby too-too much!" you say, tugging against your ropes, to no use.

Hyunjin doesn't reply verbally as he now releases his tongue from your hole, your juices dripping off his tongue onto the bedsheets, joining the huge wet patch already formed on the bedsheets with the lube, spit & your juices. He drags the vibrator down from your clit & inserts it inside you as he now suctions his lips back onto your clit & begins wiggling his tongue & spitting his saliva all over your clit as he swears he can feel your clits heartbeat, at the same time he begins grinding his naked cock against the bed, getting some friction & stopping his movements every time he feels himself getting close. You are thrashing around, eyes watering & drool leaving your mouth, leaving you in a complete babbling mess.

Your next orgasm hits you before you can even warn him.. your orgasm making itself known by spraying all over the bedsheets, hyunjins face & in his mouth. He unlatches himself as you're legs are shaking uncontrollably & he smacks your thighs & red raw pussy, making you scream even more.

Hyunjin takes his breath back as he rests on his knees, looking at the state you're currently in, sweaty, drool everywhere, tears staining your cheeks, skin all red from where the rope has been rubbing against it, leaving marks he will be appreciating even after tonight & your cunt, red, pulsating & 1.5x the size it usually is.

He crawls up the bed so he is beside you,face still covered & glistening in your juices & rests his head on his hand as he grips your jaw to make you look at him. "You already floating hm? That's way faster than usual.. new record, you still wanna continue?" He asks, fingers still holding onto your jaw as he slithers his thumb into your mouth & you let him, tongue circling it slowly as you nod at his words, giving him the go-ahead.

Hyunjin gets off the bed before walking around to your side of the bed & he pulls you so your ass is against the edge of the bed & your head is in the middle. He drags his cock up & down your folds because he can't help but be addicted to the way you slightly gasp at his touch but too far in your own world to even properly react or flinch.

He spits onto his cock to lube it up that extra bit & then pulls out the vibrator, completely soaking wet as he turns it off & lays it on the bed. He pumps his cock once then lines it up to your folds before slowly pushing in.

He lets out a loud groan as his eyes snap shut & his head rises up to face the ceiling, trying his best to not blow instantly. He looks down at you to already see you looking at him, mouth slightly open as your eyebrows are slightly frowned, making faint noises. He thrusts into you slowly, both of you making noises, his much louder than yours, He wants.. needs to be closer to you so he unties your legs from where they're connected & he spreads them enough so he can lie forward, chests connecting as he begins kissing down your neck, whispering things in your ear. "so good for me hunny, trusting me like this.. you are the most beautiful person.. thing, in this entire existence, you.. feel s-so amazing my love, g'na cum in your..my pussy mkay?ffuck." He raises himself off your chest & stands back up, moving his now damp, sweat drenched hair out of his also sweat covered face.

He reaches down to tug on the rope against your tits again, dragging red marks into your flesh which makes him whine even more just simply at the sight. Your eyes are completely glossy as your tongue is rolling out of your mouth & your babbling incoherent words. Hyunjin reaches down to play with your clit again & you let out a choked louder whine at the feeling, twitching as you clamp around hyunjins dick as you come again, even stronger than the previous ones if that's even possible which makes Hyunjins hips stutter.

"cummin' around me b-baby? g-g-d you're a w-w-work of art, my own muse, gna cum, t-t-you feel too good." He grunts as he leans into you again, stroking your cheek & your hair s he cums inside you, biting down on his pink plump lips as his own orgasm shoots through his veins.

You both stay in this position for a few minutes, heavy breathing & little whimpers filling the room. Hyunjin uses the rest of his strength to pick himself up again & he begins untying you from the rope, kissing all of the red marks & soothing them with his fingers. He leans up & kisses your lips & tip of your nose before he grabs a damp towel he set on the dresser before the scene started & slowly wipes your cunt, cleaning it up & trying to help calm down some of the swelling.

He positions you back up so your head is on the pillows & comes up & lies next to you as he gets the bottle of water he had left in the bedroom & opens it & holds it to your lips. "cmon baba, you gotta drink this, hm? this took a lot out of you" he whispers in your ear, you don't reply but you part your lips for him to feed you some water which you swallow. He places the water bottle back on the bedside table & he cuddles into you, surrounding you in his warmth as he kisses all possible areas he can reach of you. "Happpy valentines day, my love" he says, kissing your earlobe, admiring you as your eyes shut, breathing now calming down as you nuzzle yourself in his chest, skin on skin as you're both still lying naked, no noise in the room except the clock ticking & your breathing.

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queenie-avenue · 2 months

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This is a man's world, but she rules it.

💌 ⤻ THE MAFIA BOSS, VITTORIA COSTANZA ft. THE COVER

—> the devil wears prada.

⤻ reader is female (i really needed some delulu), kidnapping, typical mafia activities, toxic behaviour, posesseive and obsessive behaviour, mentions of misogyny, conversion therapy and homophobia, death, non-consensual kissing

notes: thank you to @ciaheyhimm for allowing me to use this character! isabella was originally a character from a mafia roleplay set in the 1940s to 50s. please go check that blog out, they are a historical blog and i believe that she is writing a book at the moment!

💌 ⤻ archives.

"Thank you for your help in locating down my dearest [y/n]." The woman in the shadows spoke. That accent, that strong accent and overbearing smell of perfume... you found yourself thinking of one single person that came to your mind. Even her heels, branded with her own fashion brand 'Costanza' confirmed to you who this person was.

"Of course, I am a bit disappointed that you — how do you say? — compromised their location and safety to me, even as their bodyguard." She spoke, your body still laying paralysed against the lush bed that Vittoria had no doubt prepared for you. Ribbons of the finest silk bound your hands together, even as the drug forced you to stay put. It seemed she wanted to be very very sure that you wouldn't escape her, again.

Even the dress you were wearing, it was designed by her. Her brand's ribbons were on your body, a mark of her.

Your Father had disapproved of your relationship, with both of you two being girls and all... but you hadn't expected her to go this far.

"I can't trust someone like that out of the field. Who knows, if someone offers you some money, if you'd spill the beans on this little stunt of mine." You heard something click, and your head snapped over, eyes widened.

Then a gunshot sounded, causing you to scream before a body slumped to the ground, blood bleeding out from the shadows.

"Ay, aye, my Belleza, you should have told me you were awake." Her hips swayed as she emerged from the shadows. Her beautiful crimson red dress showed off the body you loved so much.

"Vitta, what the hell." You muttered as your attempted to raise yourself out of bed, only to be held down by the drugs in your system and the silk ribbons restraining you.

Slowly, she stalked towards you, like you were a prey she was ready to kill and feast on. But then, she simply sits on the edge of 'your' bed and begins to undress herself, slipping her zipper down as it revealed a petticoat underneath, and a corset that held her curved body together like a contorted doll, laced too tightly. You were so happy to get her out of it at one point, but when she stripped this time, it was intimidating.

"Darling." She whispered as she leaned in to caress your cheek. "I had to." She smiled, and that smile was so wicked, like the demoness Lilith had come to life in front of you.

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When you first met Vittoria, it was at a gala. A gala meant to celebrate Vittoria Costanzo's newest fashion collection, based on something you didn't bother listening to. You dressed in whatever your Father wanted you to dress in, which was most of the time, dresses that appealed to the male gaze in hopes of finding you a catch of a husband he could give you away to.

"Ah... Mister [l/n], what a pleasure to meet you." The woman that approached you was stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair was tossed into victory curls, showing off her gorgeous neckline and strong collarbone. She was dressed head to toe in red, the colour of blood. Even her lips, so delicate and beautifully shaped, were stained in that perfect shade of crimson that seemed to draw in attention to her and only her. You wondered whether she had informed everyone that she was the only one allowed to wear red on that day.

"And who might this cute little lady be?" Little lady? You were about the same age as her.

"Ah, this is my daughter, I don't believe you've met." Grinned your Father as he pat you forward, introducing you to the woman.

"A pleasure to meet you." You curtsied quaintly.

Instead of returning the curtsey, Vittoria snatched your gloved hand and planted a kiss there. Like a gentleman would to a lady. The red lipstick stained your gloves, marking you as her own.

"The pleasure is all mine." Her eyes glinted and you felt your cheeks heat up, as if she could see right through you. "As much as I'd love to stay here and chat with the both of you, I have to go entertain the rest of my sponsors." Vittoria grinned charmingly, "I'm sure you understand, Mister [l/n]." She waved goodbye to the two of you and you swore you saw her wink in your direction.

Before you could compose yourself, you heard your father groan and gag. "I cannot believe a woman like her would dare show her face and intentions like that."

"What do you mean?" You turned to him. Your father was never a pleasant man, but he would never say something so outright.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned down. "That woman is rumoured to be queer." He spat out the word like it was the worst thing he could say. "Of course, a working woman would be something like that. She has no man in her life, so she wants to prey on innocent girls." Laughed your Father, which made you cringe.

"I will go get a cup of lemonade." You said to him as you flitted away like a butterfly as he went to talk to some other influential man.

Just as you picked out a drink, one of the waiters came over to you. "Madam Costanza has told me to deliver this message to you." You tilted your head as you looked at the tray he was carrying, a small card placed on it. You hesitantly took it and flipped it over, only reading it when you saw that no one was looking in your direction.

"That dress looks amazing on you. Perhaps if you come to my studio one of these days, I could design an even better dress for you." The card was sealed with a kiss from her red lipstick. Your gloved fingers smeared over the stain as you let out a sharp breath. The card wasn't signed, but you knew who had written it to tempt you.

Thus was the start of your affair with Vittoria Constanza, the most skilled fashion designer in Italy.

So how in the world did it end up this way? Your Father had figured out that you were having an affair with the lady and barred you from leaving your room, trying different forms of 'therapy' on you to convert you back into a normal woman. But nothing worked. He grew angrier day by day because of that. Not to mention, an illusive crime syndicate had decided to ruin his business with backstreet dealings. They exposed his tax fraud and more, which caused your Father to grow bankrupt and yet still, he did not allow you out of his grasp.

Then, that same mafia that ruined your family's business stormed your house. It was too obvious, not at all like the subtle actions the mafia normally acted out. It was chaotic and messy as they slaughtered any and all bodyguards that tried to fight back.

You felt strong arms behind you, force-feeding you some spill that you almost puked out. But the man simply shoved it in.

The last thing you saw was your Father's head being blown open by the a gun that Isabella held. She had pulled the trigger, and you screamed weakly before collapsing in the arms of the man.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Vittoria leaned over. "Are you feeling better? You've been out for a bit." She said in such a sweet tone, cooing at you like she had done when she cradled you in her arms inside of her fashion studio.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Vitta, Darling. Your Vittoria." She smiled. "Don't tell me those drugs changed your memory, my dear!" She chuckled. "I would have to kill the scientists that gave it to me."

"That's not what I meant!" You tried to get up, but you were restrained. Thank god the drug was starting to wear off, though, at least you could use your hands now. "You- you're part of the mafia." You said, terrified of the woman seated over you.

"Oh dear, I'm not just part of the mafia. When I join something, I make sure that I'm always at the top of it." Overconfidence dripped from her tongue as she rolled her eyes, "I rule the mafia. And I've taken you in to be a Queen by my side."

"Are you fucking crazy!" You yelled at her.

"Crazy in love, yes." She leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "I understand that you don't want to forgive me right now, but this is just a spat between lovers. You'll forgive me eventually." She smiled softly, pressing yet another kiss to your restrained form.

You weren't sure of what lay ahead this odd fate God had thrust you into but you were sure you would never forgive Vittoria.

"I love you." She whispered, pressing yet another kiss, this time to your forehead.

"In this world of shadows, you're the only light in my life. So I won't let you escape."

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hotvinimon · 2 months

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Valentines Day With Sub!Boyfriend Izuku ?

Sub Boyfriend Izuku Midoriya Headcanons and small fics in between.

Plot : It's Valentines. And what's the best gift for your oh so innocent and cute sub boyfie Izuku Midoriya ?

Author’s note : I hope you really like this. I'm sorry for posting this so late after Valentines. Also this fic is 18+. Minors do not interact.

Warnings : MDNI. NSFW. 18+. Gag, Handjob, overstimulation. The images are not mine. Credits to the owner.

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If you had a slightest thought that Izuku would be the one who would shower his s/o with gifts on valentines like he doesn’t do that already on normal days, then you are hundred and one percent right.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who comes at your place at 6 in the morning to surprise you with tons of heart shape thingies ?? Heart shaped balloons, Heart shaped red velvet cake, Heart shaped Chocolates, Heart Shaped Cupcakes. You name a thing and he has it there, and that too in a heart shape.

“Who is- O my god Izu ??? What are you doing here this early ??” Rubbing off the drool from your chin you looked at Izuku with wide eyes who was almost carrying a mini bakery in his hands. “I was just excited to see you. Be my valentines ??” he extends all the stuff he was carrying in his arms and gives you the sweetest smile ever that you could never refuse to. Like you could ever say no to him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would show you each and everything he for you.

“Gosh Izu~ this is too much. How would I eat everything ??” you chuckled at his sweet gesture. “But I really appreciate you for doing all this. How about I show you something that I got for you ?”.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would become really excited about your reaction that you could almost see his imaginary tail wagging and perked up ears.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gets a mini shock attack when you give him a kiss t-shirt ?? He wants all them on his lips. He Would definitely beg you to kiss him with non-stain proof lipstick all over him.

"Did you made this ?" He was really whipped. "Yes Baby. Do you like it ?" "OFCOURSE I DO. CAN I HAVE THEM ON MY LIPS ??" "ofcourse baby." You chuckled at his energy.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku would point out every empty space on his body.

"And here" "Here too" "There is some space as well !!"

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who would be confused when you would tell him that the gift is still waiting for him. But his confusion is replaced with hard breath and blood rush when you come out of the wardrobe in a very sexy piece. Small ribbon bows tied on your stiff nipples and covered with a very shear see through net top, garter belt attached with lacy thongs decorated with an embroided "IZUKU" in front and a pom pom ball in the back, mist sprayed all over your body giving an illusion of sweat, your half lidded eyes eye fucking him and your glossy lips parted just for him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who can feel his boner strapped tight in his jeans that's rubbing with every movement of his body. He tries to adjust himself under your gaze and he props himself up, attempting to hide the massive bulge.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who shudders when you chuckle and prop yourself on his lap, right above his ehm ehm. You give his lips a peck, then take his breath away by sliding your tongue over his. He's so stunned he almost forgets to kiss you back, until he regains an inch of composure and starts licking and sucking at you.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gets absolute pufferfish when you ask him to word what he wants. He blushes and tries to tell you but gets absolutely crazy when you distract him by planting butterflies on his neck, poking and picking his nipples and grinding his tent through his jeans.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who becomes a stuttering mess and can’t even form proper words. But whenever he tries, gets poked or teased by you. He feels his jeans staining and mouth drooling. He knows better to tell you than keeping his words to himself.

"Baby, tell me," your delicate fingers trace the ink up his neck to where it stops at his jaw, "tell me what you need." "W-want-" he stutters and breathes hard. You smile sweetly, giving a kitten lick to his neck. “Hmm ?? what were you saying ?? you need to tell me what you want” “I-It it… Hu… hur” he again shuts up when you slowly grind his nipples with yours. “What is it Zuku ?? kitten I can’t help you if you don’t tell me. You’ll tell mommy what you want right ??” you mewl at him.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who short circuited when he heard you. The new nick name travelled straight to his dick

“Mm… Momm… Mommyy… It-It-Hr-hurts.” Izuku complains with fat tears in his eyes.

“Where does it hurt baby ?” you coo at him. “H-Here.” C-could you please k-kiss it better ??” Izuku points out at the massive tent that you are grinding on past few minutes. “is this,” you look up at him through narrowed eyes, “is this where it hurts, love?” Another small twitch is felt, a nonverbal answer. “you want me to kiss this better, do you?” You tilt your head to the side, silently urging him to say it out loud himself.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who nods frantically, his breath shallow and rapid, unable to form coherent words to express his urgent need and the intensity of his longing that he's been holding onto for what feels like an eternity.- what he’s willing to do for if, it’s all the confirmation you need to pull his pants down without wasting a second.

he’s hard, painfully so. Unable to resist, you reach for the tip, softly hovering at his clothed lenght, almost teasing him . “aww,” You flicked his cock beneath his boxers that sprang back once again “my darling baby.” A squeal escapes from his lips and he lets out long drawn whimpers. “don’t worry about the pain anymore,” you reassure him, he lets out low whimpers and moans that were once again captured by your lips. “i’ll take care of you. But as much as I love your voice, I want you to keep quiet. You know, all of my neighbours are at home. We don't want little kids to hear your filthy whimpers do we ??" you poked his lenght with your manicured nail.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who has no idea what you have for him. He gets all wide eyed when you tie his hands with the headboard and his legs with corners of the bed. You slowly hover over him and removes all unnecessary clothing except for his boxers. Which seem so torturous for the poor baby.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who gapes at the sight of gag that you tie to his mouth, but more painful was the part where you just sat on his tent and start grinding, while continuously sucking and nibing his nipples.

His legs are shaking, you realise, and you haven't even done anything yet. Drool and tears roll down his face, as he involuntarily rubs himself against you. Gently, you thumb the slit and stroke his pulsing cock, eyes flickering to his face to see how he likes it. It was so painful to watch him, that you finally inched down his boxers, resulting in a broken sigh from Izuku. "you like this, do you?" you laugh softly when his eyes practically roll back in his head, your tongue kitten licking that angry, fat tip of his - flushed a dark shade of cerise that looks absolutely delicious. “patience, love.” falling apart beneath your touch — poor baby’s just burning up — you lean back for a moment, letting saliva pool in your mouth before you spit on his shaft. You use a finger to prod at his entrance, eyes slightly widening at the feeling. “Wow love, you are so wet. You're dripping all over your legs and the pillows,” You murmur in astonishment, dragging your finger around the hole.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who whines in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from his heat, and now from humilation.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku who wants you. he wants all of you, and in return he’ll give you everything that he is. he’ll do anything for you, absolutely anything, all you have to do is order!

You fingers continue to drag along the area inches from his now hard dick, eyeing it contently. It sticks up proud, and seems to be begging to be touched. You smile and turn back to him, watching the way his chest raises from his breath in steady motions. you wrap your hands around his length, tighter than before, his pre leaves your hands a sticky mess. you look up at him, “eyes on me,” you say simply, adoring the way his lashes flatter as he look down at you with hearts in his hooded eyes, tears slipping down his freckled cheeks, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin as he struggles to catch his breath. He whips his head back and forth and whines into the gag. It comes out as a broken plea. You start stroking his lenght at a very fast pace that gets him see starts in the dim light of your room.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku whose body goes limp from the pleasure, mind having overheated as he practically melts like butter, when ropes of white liquid shoot out, resulting a complete mess.

Sub!BoyfriendIzuku whose eyes go all wide when he sees you fisting his cock once more and swirling around the tip once again.

It’s gonna be a long valentine

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acourtofthought · 8 days

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@starsreminisce posted these comments on their blog:

And the last paragraph really stood out to me.

Something I've seen said by a certain side of the fandom is that a bonus chapter should not change the trajectory of what is in the actual book. I disagree with that because I look at the bonus chapters as a sneak peek of what's to come in future books (with this particular bonus following the pattern talked about in a post yesterday, with the resolution to the small story pointing us in the direction of Gwynriel), things that Sarah will at a later point expound on within the actual series even if they weren't initially clear to us without having read the bonus.

But say that's the truth, say the bonus chapters are only in line with that which we already know (which still works for Gwynriel because though the bonus hinted at Gwyn having a curiosity towards Az and him possibly having a bond with her, we do see bits of that in the actual book as well, there are scenes with her staring in his direction and scenes where he's staring in hers, where he shows admiration for her, where she's teasing him, where Nesta calls Az her new ribbon).

One of the big arguments is that it's extremely clear that Elain has no interest in Lucien, that it's been the case for multiple books. It's said Elain does not owe Lucien an explanation, that she does not owe him her time or attention.

So why not write an Elain bonus chapter in SF where she and Lucien have a conversation discussing how they don't want to explore their bond? According to E/riels there's no need for it in the first place since she's made herself clear but they have also claimed that she won't break the bond until we have her POV. Then wouldn't a bonus in Elain's POV before her book be the perfect place for something that's so obvious so that when she starts her own book "with Az", there's nothing standing in their way and the focus can be on their romance and the plot and not the emotional toll that her severing her bond with Lucien would take? If the Elucien bond is as much of a non issue as some claim it be be, then why not deal with it in an Elain Bonus Chapter? When her book starts, Sarah could even recap the events of the bonus for those who had missed it.

Elain thought back to that conversation she and Lucien shared shortly after Solstice. Where after Azriel's rejection, which had cut her deeply, she realized there was no place in her heart for anyone but Az even if she wasn't sure he still wanted her.

That would have actually be a perfect way for SJM to move us past the Elucien bond with very little in the way of feeling devastated on Lucien's behalf, where his heart is not being broken in real time within her romantic arc.

But the author didn't do that. She gave Az and FEYRE a POV. Feyre who already had 3 books and a novella and Elain with a total of 0.

We know Az doesn't think Lucien is good enough for Elain but we don't know if Elain agrees with that.

We know Az questioned the Cauldron because of his brothers and her sisters, that he hadn't thought of being with Elain beyond his sexual fantasies but we don't know where Elain stands on the whole "just wants one taste / why wasn't Az made my mate" debate.

We know Az thought of Elain as too trusting and hopeful but we've no clue whether Elain was really thinking anything of the sort.

We've got Feyre thinking back on how she made sure to keep her mouth shut on Elain not wearing Lucien's gloves, how had she put them on she would have never been pierced in the first place but we still don't know whether Elain's actions with the gloves actually line up with her thoughts.

If Sarah wanted to continue on with what is apparently so evident in the four books of buildup for E/riel there was nothing preventing her from finally giving us Elain's POV in SF and having her tell Lucien that there's no reason for him to hold out hope any longer.

The more likely explanation for why Elain wasn't given a bonus is because everything that E/riels and Az claim that is so very obvious regarding Elain's character might actually not be as obvious as they think.

If she's so happy in the NC, then why hide her thoughts?

If she's so in love with Az, that it's clear as day, then why hide her thoughts?

If she's so disinterested in Lucien, then why hide her thoughts?

If we're supposed to believe that Elain's choice is Az, that there is no competition and that it should not be a mystery to anyone at this point, then why has she been so reticent to put us into Elain's head?

#elain archeron #pro elucien #elucien #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra

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claymorexpunisher · 10 months

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Un(Willing) Participant (18+ One Shot)

Disclaimer: This is a pretty intense one (At least by my standards I don't know what yall are able to really handle sooo just to be safe, this is your warning). If CNC isn't your thing or you think it might trigger you, please keep scrolling or read at your own risk.

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader comes back from a friend's birthday party only to realize that she's being followed.

Tags/TWs: 18+, consensual sex, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, dirty talk, simulated stalking, knifeplay, light bondage.

Word Count: 1,430

As soon as I woke up, I felt a large hand clasp over my mouth, muffling my surprised shriek. My heart pounded as I started thrashing wildly, but to no avail. Drew’s firm torso and hands pressed me down onto the bed, dulling my frantic movements.

“Let go of me!” I screamed underneath his palm; my voice sounded warped to my ears and his.

“Ooh… a feisty little kitten.” Drew mocked. His breath felt hot against my ear and my neck and tried once again to wriggle away from him in disgust. “But a stupid one too. Haven’t you watched a single scary movie, love? I watched you check every single nook and cranny in this house… except the back door… You practically invited me in. So of course, I decided to make myself at home…” He went on and I realized he wasn’t lying. His bare torso pressed against my barely covered skin, and I could feel the material of his boxers and the hard line of his cock pressed against my ass.

“While you went to grab a drink at the party, I went through your phone... I saw what you wrote to your little boyfriend- all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you… I also read about your little fantasy. About how you wanted to pretend you didn’t know each other. And you wanted him to follow you home and have his way with you. imagine my shock, that an adorable little thing like you could be so fucking filthy. I’m not your boyfriend but I’m more than willing to give you exactly what you were begging for.” Drew chuckled darkly. The sound sent chills from the top of my head down to the tip of my toes. But underneath that lick of fear there was something else. Something I was embarrassed to recognize.

Arousal.

Lust.

My head was swimming with it, and I knew he could tell.

All through last night, I felt eyes on me. Watching me. Following my every move while I had fun with my friends. While I ate, drank, and danced… and while I walked home, I swore I heard the crunch of soft, slow footsteps on gravel. A sound that had me looking behind me every so often and walking home faster.

That eerie feeling didn’t settle even once I reached the comfort of my home, and I started getting ready for bed…

Walking home felt such poor judgement on my part, especially now, seeing the predicament I was in. I found the large man over me utterly repulsive. And still, my body seemed to have other plans. Drew’s firm muscles pressing me onto the bed and his hard cock poking at my back had me reflexively grinding against him before another husky chuckle and the sensation of cold steel grazing against my arm had me catching myself and I started thrashing again.

“Figures you’d be into this you dirty little slut- don’t fucking move. I won’t say it again, love.” Drew growled into my ear, and I obediently froze, letting out a sob as the steel of the blade trailed over my arm and over my back. And then he started slashing my clothes until they were tattered ribbons splayed over the sheets and I was fully exposed. I let out a scream that he once again muffled by pushing my face into the pillow, but not firm enough to where I could turn my face and I gulp in some air when my lungs began to protest.

“Don’t… I didn’t… I don’t- please…” I stuttered as I sobbed, shivering and rocking back as Drew trailed the cold and blunt handle of the blade over my pussy lips. God this was… so wrong… but I was soaking. And I could see the proof of my arousal glistening on the dark handle of the blade, causing my face to burn hot with mortification and disgust with myself.

“Yknow… you’re giving me really mixed signals here, love. And I’m getting sick of hearing you, so…” I knew better than to struggle at this point as Drew wrapped the tattered pieces of my underwear over my mouth like a gag and he tied my wrists behind my back using my equally ripped up shirt. He then raised my lower body. My cheek pressed against the pillow and my tears soaking it through, I was completely exposed to him. That blade was ever present, trailing lightly over the skin of my back. Not enough to cut the skin, but enough for me to know that the threat of what it could do to me if Drew so wished, was there. “I would tell you that this’ll be over quickly but… then I’d be lying.” Drew mumbled, seemingly amused at the sobs and shivers that wracked my body.

When he entered my pussy from behind, I gasped and let out a muffled shriek. My thighs trembled at the sudden intrusion but fuck, it felt amazing and… and dirty. My sobs quieted and eventually gave into moans that Drew was immensely proud of knowing that he was culprit who caused them. My mortification only escalated as the wet sounds between my legs as his cock hit against a particular spot inside that made me blind with pleasure. I was slowly sinking into a fuzzy, out-of-body state that I wasn’t quite prepared for and clearly, neither was he.

With a few firm strokes on my clit, I was gone. I swear I blacked out for a couple moments and then I wasn’t in the room anymore. Or at least, my mind wasn’t. I felt so incredibly satiated in a way I wasn’t expecting, and more overwhelmed tears stained the pillow underneath me as Drew reached his own release with a loud, satisfied growl into my ear that made me release a muffled whimper.

And just like that, it was over. And my boyfriend came back to me.

Drew laid there on top of me for a moment, pressing loving kisses against the spot behind my ear, between my shoulder blades and over my cheek… I was so blissed out that his kisses felt like tiny sparks of electricity against my skin.

“Are you okay, darling?” He whispered, to which I nodded sluggishly before I responded verbally, reminding myself that he needed that validation for his own sake. After all, none of this was his idea and I wanted him to know that he did nothing wrong.

“Perfect. Thank you. I love you.” I replied softly and as I slowly became less fuzzy and floaty, I saw the relief in his eyes as they stared lovingly at me.

I half registered him untying my wrists and gently wiping me down, followed by a very thorough full body massage and a soak in our bathtub.

Though I didn’t want him to leave our bed once we were all dried up, my eyes lit up as he walked back into our bedroom with a tray of my favorite breakfast and some white and red roses nestled into a small vase.

“Aww! Thank you, baby.” I said, touched by his attentive nature. We stared deep into each other’s eyes even as we shared a kiss, feeling 1,000 times closer after the scene we just had. It wasn’t lost on either of us how much trust that that scene took on both our parts.

“You’re welcome… are you sure that was okay? That we’re okay?” Drew asked. The worry that filled his blue eyes hurt my heart and my hand rested on his cheek, watching him nuzzle into my touch.

“Yes. You did everything I asked of you. I’m perfectly okay… did you enjoy that?” I asked, tilting my head curiously as he thought about it. He didn’t answer for a second but eventually he nodded. I smirked at the way his eyes darkened a bit almost against his will.

“So… youd be down to do something like that again?” I asked and I playfully side eyed him as I speared a piece of pancake with my fork and brought it to my mouth.

Something eased over Drew’s features. I don’t know if it was my reassurance or what, but he suddenly smiled and leaned in to press a soft kiss to the side of my neck as I ate my breakfast.

“Maybe not so soon… it was… it was pretty intense. But yeah, at some point I do want to do that again.” He replied, laughing at the way my face lit up like a Christmas tree.

#drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre x reader #wwe drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre smut #drew mcintyre x female reader #drew mcintyre x fem reader #wwe fic #wwe smut #wwe fanfic #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #kink fic #cnc fic #cnc ns/fw #kiddies take a hike #minors dni

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moonhoures · 10 months

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his

pairing: sunghoon (enhypen) + reader (fem.)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff (if you squint)

warnings: explicit smut, 18+, minors do not interact, porn w/o plot, blond!hoon, dom!hoon, bondage, mild nipple play, oral (m receiving) / deep throating, pet names “doll” “baby” “toy” & “princess” for reader, dirty talk, d/s dynamics, finger sucking, sunghoon slaps reader once across the face, cum swallowing

word count: ~1.6K

a/n: this is just filthy & self indulgent to be completely honest. enjoy 🤠

posted: july 20, 2023

Having sex with Sunghoon felt like a new experience nearly every time. You two had been together for only a few months, but you learned very early on that he was a wild card under the sheets. He liked to try new things often, and he didn’t mind switching dynamics at a moment’s notice. Luckily, he had found a willing partner in you. You loved him enough to do just about anything he wanted to do. Of course, you had your boundaries just as he did. And the two of you were really good about communicating and respecting each other’s hard ‘no’s.

One thing Sunghoon—and most men everywhere—enjoyed was a good blowjob. But with him there was almost always a twist. Today, he wanted your hands bound to the corners of your headboard. He secured your wrists in some soft, ribbon-like ropes he had at the bottom of his sock drawer. You lied flat on your back on your bed, naked, with your arms outstretched and restricted.

He had also stripped down to nothing, carefully straddling your chest. The A/C was circulating in your room to help you two accommodate to the summer heat coming in from outside. However, it was causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps as you were fully exposed to the chilly air. Usually Sunghoon would offer to cover you both up with a blanket, but he kind of enjoyed watching you squirm. Even more so, he enjoyed seeing your nipples so hard.

His fingertips toyed with the peaks of your breasts, holding back the urge to grin when you elicited a tiny whimper.

“Are you okay, doll?”

You nodded in response, though you couldn’t move your head much from the position you were in. Your pillow was propped underneath your head to keep it at an incline for him.

“You know what to do if it’s gets to be too much, right?” he questioned, lightly dragging his nails down the center of your chest. Your back arched slightly off the mattress. You nodded again, “Good.”

He leaned down, putting his face just an inch above yours. He teased you with his warm breath fanning your lips, making you yearn for the kiss that was just out of reach. Just as you were growing frustrated, he generously gave you what you wanted. His lips captured yours, moving against them fluidly. His tongue massaged yours passionately. All the while, you could feel him dragging his cock along your sternum, the heavy appendage (along with his balls) growing harder and harder by the second. After a couple minutes of a hot make out session, he pulled away, sitting up tall on his knees again. He shifted his hips forward until his erection was tapping against your bottom lip, demanding entrance.

You obliged without a second thought, opening your mouth wide enough for him to slide his dick inside. He groaned lowly as he felt your wet tongue underneath him for the first time that day. He swore it felt better every time. Small gagging noises filled the room as he started to shallowly thrust between your lips. While you sucked him off he praised you, acknowledging how well you were taking him. How you were his sweet girl. His princess.

“You like taking everything I give you, don’t you, baby?” he asked, knowing you couldn’t speak. Still, he smiled when you nodded to the best of your ability. There was that familiar, submissive spark in your eye; it was one of his favorite parts about being dominant with you, “You like being my toy, huh? You like it when I tie you up and use you like this?”

This time you let out a choked noise as you tried to nod again. He cooed, removing his cock from your mouth until only his tip was between your wet, puffed lips, “Good girl. You’re doing so good. You’re alright?”

You whispered out a meek, “Yes.”

He smiled softly at you. Too softly for how roughly he was about to shove his cock down your throat.

His hand reached up, moving your hair away from your face. It was a deceivingly kind gesture. He used that hand to keep your head still as he thrusted harshly back into your mouth, making you gag several times from the pressure and pace of his movements. Your thighs were starting to tense from how tightly you kept pressing them together. You were getting needy.

He let up on you, giving you a chance to breathe. You took ragged breaths as his hand slid down from the top of your head to your cheek. His fingers trailed down to the side of your neck, cupping just below your ear. His eyes watched you struggle to regain a normal breathing pattern while simultaneously licking the head of his dick diligently. You were so good for him, always wanting to please him. He was already planning a good reward for you.

His hips moved back, taking his erection away from your mouth completely. Your puppy-like eyes looked up at him through your lashes, watching his satisfied eyes watch you. Your skin was tickled as one of his hands moved to your breast, skimming over the supple skin before pinching your nipple teasingly. He chuckled at the whine you let out, finding it cute. The other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone before pausing at the corner of your mouth.

His dark brown eyes peered at you through the messy blond fringe that hung over his eye. He contemplated for only a second before dipping the tip of his thumb between your lips. You eagerly followed his thoughts without a word spoken between you two. Your lips enclosed around the knuckle of his thumb, tongue swirling over the digit as your eyes closed. You reveled in the taste of his skin. Sunghoon—and you—felt his cock twitch against your chest.

“I love my little doll,” he said, removing his thumb from your mouth. He rubbed the spit that lingered on it onto your lips, letting the mess spread over the corner of your mouth and onto your chin. He returned the digit to your cheekbones, rubbing the smooth skin there once more, “You love me, too, don’t you?”

Not even a second passed before you were nodding.

Your head was cocked to the side as a pleasurable sting vibrated across your cheek. You had let out a loud gasp without realizing it. Your boyfriend’s hand gently took your chin in its grasp, bringing you to look at him again. Tears were brimming in your eyes from the slap he gave you.

“Use your words, baby. You love me, don’t you?” he repeated his question with a stern tone that somehow was also dripping with a honey-like sweetness to it. Your heart was thumping so loudly in your chest that you could hear it in your own ears.

“Yes, Hoon. I love you so much,” you whimpered, thighs rubbing together again.

“I know,” he smugly replied.

Both of his hands reached up to your face, cupping your cheeks as he leaned down again to kiss you. This kiss was different from the last. It was light-hearted and full of tenderness. Without words he managed to tell you that he would never hurt you. That he loved you so much. That he was going to take care of you so well as soon as he decided this was over.

He pulled away only a few centimeters, teasing your lips with his tongue. Every time your tongue chased out for his, he retracted it. His breathy laugh covered your face, making you pout. He apologized, giving you one last, lingering kiss before he sat back up and returned to fucking your face mercilessly.

You wanted to give him a good orgasm. He deserved it. You put all your energy into sucking him the way he liked, even though you couldn’t use your hands like you wanted to. You hummed against him, using the vibrations to your advantage, and it worked. He threw his head back and moaned your name followed by a weak ‘Fuck!’. You swallowed him as deeply as you could, until you couldn’t physically take him anymore. You moved your head back and forth as quickly as humanely possible, earning song-like moans from him. He was getting close, you could tell.

His hand reached for the top of your head again, holding you while he thrusted. You prepared your throat for his cum, closing your eyes as he abused your mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he grunted, hips stuttering with each word. His body twitched with every spurt of cum that fell onto your tongue and slid down your throat. You groaned on his softening shaft, trying to remind him that you needed to breathe.

He quickly withdrew his cock, the appendage falling onto your chest with a thick sound. You swallowed, only subtly grimacing from the taste. Even with the light stream of tears running out of the corner of your eyes down your cheeks. Even with puffy, messy lips. Even with drool on your chin. He still thought you were the prettiest person in the world. Because you were his. His beautiful little mess. His little toy to ruin.

Sunghoon leaned down again, ravaging your lips with his. He didn’t care that he could taste himself on your lips and tongue; if anything it only turned him on even more. His pointed teeth snagged on your lip, biting you deliciously as he moaned against you. His other hand gripped your breast in his hand, kneading the flesh roughly as he continued to rut his cock against your stomach. Was he getting hard again already?

“You okay?” his voice was softer, soothing as he placed a sweet kiss against your cheek.

“Mhm,” you nodded, eyelids fluttering closed. Your energy was getting lower.

“Does my baby want her reward now or later?” he asked, peppering kisses on your neck while he waited for your answer.

Your upper body was sore. Your jaw had the slightest hint of an ache settling in. You were still trying to catch your breath. But you knew whatever reward he had in mind would be a good one. So you ignored the reasonable voice in your head, opting to listen to the devilish, horny voice instead.

“Now, please.”

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⎯ POLAROID CHRISTMAS. christopher bahng chan

🎧 : bang chan x female reader

TROPE. non-idol!au , roommates to lovers, christmas!au, fwb to lovers

WORD COUNT. 2.5K

WARNINGS. smut, some angst, mentions of abandonment, mom has a new husband and kids that she left her daughter for

SYNOPSIS. chan is used to spending his christmas alone - his family lives in australia, and it's too expensive for him to fly home for the holidays. you, on the other hand, are definitely not used to spending christmas like this. after your newly-engaged mother decides to leave you for her new family for a trip to brazil for the winter months, you find yourself longing for a family of your own - and chan seems happy enough to provide one for you.

SMUT WARNINGS. boudoir photography, voyeurism, slightly fingering (it's just touching ig), dirty talk, possessive!chan, dumbification, ownership things ig idk, pet names, use of "good girl", reader has a praise kink, unprotected sex, doggy style YUH, bdsm *ish (reader gets tied with ribbons), creampie

If Chan is anything, he's the best roommate you've ever had.

You've thought about the fact many times - watching him cook breakfast for you, and raking your nails down his back twenty minutes later.

Either way - he's always been perfect. The two of you met in college, hit it off, and dated for a year. You agreed you were better off as friends, but continued to live together. You then decided that it was easiest to not have anything committal, but still be able to release some pent-up sexual tension on each other, so you became friends with benefits. The arrangement worked for both of you - it was easy, it was simple, and it wasn't difficult to walk three feet over to his room whenever you wanted a quick fuck.

Not only was he willing to fuck you into every wall of your shared apartment, but now, a year after you'd both graduated college, he remained as one of the best friends you'd ever had.

You realize this as the two of you sit on the couch of your small home. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, sheltering you from everything trying to bombard you as you sob into his chest.

You hear him muttering softly to you, running his fingers through your hair as you cry. His other hand rests lightly on your waist, pressing you close against him and keeping the blanket wrapped around you tight to your body.

"What am I gonna do?" you sob, voice muffled against his sweater. "I've never not gone home for Christmas. She hates me."

"She doesn't hate you," he mumbles. "She wants to spend some time with her husband, that's all-"

"Her new husband and her new fucking kids," you snap.

Chan pulls away from you, looking down at you. "Y/N . . ." He puts one hand on either side of your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb. "No one in their right mind would ever replace you. There's no way your mother has."

"She has," you say, sure of your conclusion.

"No she hasn't," Chan assures you. "Please, trust me."

You finally meet his eyes, face swollen. "Yes she has . . ." Your lip quivers, as if you're going to cry again, and Chan shakes his head.

"There's nothing I can do to convince you that she won't, but I can keep telling you. No one in their right mind would replace you."

"I already had the tickets home." Your lips sink into a pout, closing your eyes. "I told her I had the tickets and she still fucking left."

Chan watches you, tilting his head. "Why don't we both go?"

"Both go?"

He nods, tracing his thumb over your cheekbone. "It'd be nice to spend Christmas in the countryside. We'll spend it together - just you and me. Yeah?"

You nod, slowly. "Yeah . . ."

"Does that sound okay?"

You blink twice, letting his words sink in. "You wanna spend Christmas with me?"

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

You pause. Then, "Chan, you're really fucking amazing, you know that?"

He smiles, bringing you in for a hug. "I'll never be as amazing as you are."

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The next week passes rather monotonously, with only the reminder of yours and Chan's upcoming trip to your old family home in the countryside serving as your purpose to continue through your days.

The day finally arrived that the two of you would take the train to your home town. You wait at the door of your apartment, yelling, "Hurry the fuck up! It's leaving soon!"

Chan emerges from his room, dressed up in a winter jacket that's way too big for him and a scarf wrapped around his neck. "You look cute," he says as he gets closer to you.

"Cute can wait," you say, pushing him towards the door, "we have a train to catch!"

It's not long before you're both seated on the train, you falling slowly asleep as you stare out the window at the scenery passing by.

"Here," Chan says, taking notice of your sleepy eyes. "Lie your head on my shoulder. I'll put my scarf down so it's not so hard."

You oblige, too tired from rushing around the train station to argue with him.

It seems barely moments later that you're waking up at your stop, watching Chan pull your luggage down from overhead.

"Thanks," you mumble, taking it from him and pausing to wait. He follows soon after, and the two of you exit onto the platform. You trip slightly as you step off, but Chan wraps his arm around your waist and holds you up, helping you finish stepping over onto the platform.

"What a beautiful couple," a woman coming off after you says, smiling.

"Oh, we're not-"

"Thank you so much," Chan says, smiling at her.

"Merry Christmas, you two!" The woman called, walking away, and you're reminded that it's Christmas Eve.

As the two of you are walking away, you turn to him. "Why did you let her think we're a couple?"

He shrugs. "What's the harm? It was easier to say that than to explain what we actually are."

You roll your eyes, but follow him to the rental car you have waiting.

From the train station, it's only an hour drive to your old family home. Your mother grew up poor, but your father came from old money. Naturally, when his mother died, he - as the only child - inherited all of her worldly possessions. This included her land, including a massive manor in the countryside and a cottage, just a few miles away. When he and your mother divorced, he gave her the cottage in exchange for her taking care of you, and him not having to see you.

Chan pauses as the two of you approach. "This is where you're from?"

You nod grimly. "Yeah."

You give him a brief tour of the house, and finally end in the kitchen, sighing. "There's only one downside. There's only one bedroom."

"That's easy, I'll just take the couch."

You shake your head. "You have the bed. I'll have the couch."

He wags his finger in front of you, laughing. "No no no. Why don't we just share the bed, huh? It's not like we haven't before."

You cross your arms, staring at him.

"What?" He slinks closer to you, one arm looping around your waist. "Don't tell me you don't remember last week . . . when you were practically sobbing, begging for me."

You shake him off, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, alright. We'll share."

He grins, letting go. "I'm excited for this."

"For what? Christmas?"

"Mhm," he mumbles, pulling you back to him.

"Chan, come on . . ."

"Y/N . . ." he presses his face into your neck, smiling.

"Fucking nympho," you mumble.

"Hey!" he laughs, curling you closer. "I'm not."

"Then what do you want right now?"

He doesn't respond for a moment. Then, softy, he says, "I wanna fuck you . . ."

You roll your eyes. "See?"

"See what? I just want to give you something special in this holiday season." He smiles, pulling away for a second.

You push him off again. "If you wanna fuck me, then you have to catch me." You laugh as you take off down the hall, running up the stairs.

You hear him shout after you, but you barely register what he's saying. You run up the stairs, down the hall, and skid into your mother's old room, huddling into the closet. You take a soft breath as you hear Chan coming down the hall, searching the rooms. He opens the door to the room you're in, and you cover your mouth.

"Found you!" Chan crows triumphantly as he throws open the door of the closet you're inside. You laugh as he pulls you out of the small recess in the wall. "Which means . . . ?"

"Yeah, yeah, okay."

He grins, leaning in to kiss you gently. "You have such nice tasting lips."

"Really?"

He nods. "Mhm. Like . . . strawberries, maybe? But those really sweet ones."

You giggle, pulling your chapstick out of your pocket and holding it up so he can see. "I'm glad you like it."

"I like it very much," he mumbles, kissing you again. And again. And again. Until, suddenly, you're trapped underneath a shirtless Chan, your jeans discarded somewhere in the room and your makeup messy and smudged as Chan desperately traces his lips down your stomach, holding the backs of your thighs close in his huge hands.

"You taste fucking divine," Chan growls against your skin, biting your pelvic bone lightly. You jolt, and he grins up at you. "Did that hurt?"

"Felt good," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiles. "Good."

"Just relax, baby," he says. "Let me take care of you. Is that okay?"

You nod shakily, feeling him crawl back up your body. His fingers slip gently down your lower stomach, and your breath catches. He kisses you slowly as one finger rubs between your folds, not enough to cause friction, but enough pressure to make you feel something.

You worm around under him, reaching to rub yourself, but he shakes his head. "Hands above your head."

You sigh as you lift your hands so that they're draped prettily on the pillows above your head. Chan climbs off you and disappears into the hallway, coming back a moment later with a long blue ribbon. "It was gonna be part of your Christmas present. Wanna see you all wrapped up and pretty."

"So it was just a present for you?" you ask skeptically as he wraps it around your wrists.

He smiles. "Maybe, love."

You relax into the bed as he twirls the ribbon around you, gently lying over your breasts, your thighs, your stomach - it was all wrapped in a deep blue ribbon.

"Well aren't you just the prettiest thing I've ever seen," Chan mumbles, stepping back to admire his handiwork once he's tied off the last bow. "This is really hot."

You look up at him. "I can't move."

"Isn't that the point?"

You shrug as best you can, waiting a moment as he sits back and watches. "Y/N . . . can I . . . can I take a picture?"

"A picture?" your eyes widen at the question. All the times you and Chan have done stuff like this, he's never asked to document it.

"I mean, yeah . . . if that's okay with you. You look pretty, and, I dunno, I wanna remember this moment."

You blink up at him. "Uh, yeah. Sure. You can take a picture."

Chan breaks into a grin, standing and darting out into the hall. A moment later, he returns carrying a polaroid camera - your polaroid camera.

"That's mine," you point out.

He ignores you, holding up the camera so that it's pointed at you.

"Chan, when I said you can take a picture I assumed you meant on your phone."

"Do you mind that it's like this?" Chan peeks over the camera at you.

You watch him for a moment before responding. "No, I don't mind."

The photo is taken before you can even finish your sentence. Chan waits for the film to develop as it prints out of the camera, sitting down on the bed beside you. "You're so pretty . . ." he says softly, watching it.

"Chan, I appreciate how sentimental you're being right now, but my pussy is so wet I can barely register it. Can you fuck me?"

He grins, setting both the film and the camera on your bedside table. "Yeah, I can fuck you." He pulls your legs apart, maneuvering them so it won't disrupt the ribbon sequence, and audibly groans as he sees your cunt. Then, he stands and pulls his pants off, leaving both of you naked. "Gonna fuck this pussy until it can't remember anything but me. Until you can't say anything but my name."

You look at Chan. He'd never been so . . . possessive before. You kind of liked it.

He leans in close, the tip of his cock leaking against your stomach. "I want you to be mine." He sits up to look at you. "What are you?"

"Yours," you say softly, staring up at him.

"Good girl," Chan says, but you barely notice what he's saying, because at the same time, he thrusts into you hard, leaving him hilt deep, pelvis pressed against your own. You gasp, straining against the ribbons as you arch your back into him. "Look at that reaction . . ." Chan smiles. "So good for me, yeah? So good."

"S-so good," you say softly. "Only for you."

"Can I move a little?"

"No, wait, please . . . it hurts a little."

"I didn't prep you, baby," he mumbles, face moving to kiss your neck. "It'll feel good. Do you trust me?"

You whimper, nodding.

Slowly, he pulls out of you, his cock dragging along your inner walls. "Fuck," you whisper.

Then, he thrusts back in again, beginning to move at a steady pace. The pace starts slower, gentle, and he gets rougher and faster the louder your moans get.

"You're doing so well," Chan says softly. "Sit up for me, baby."

You do as he says, and you barely know what's happening before you're face down in your pillows, and Chan is inside you again, pounding harder.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N," he says, and you feel him peppering kisses along your shoulders. "Fuck you're tight. Every time I fuck you you're tight - how do you even do it . . ."

He's pussy drunk, you manage to think to yourself, not even beginning to comprehend that you, too, are drunk off of him.

"Chan," you mumble. "Chan, Chan, Chan." His name spills out of your lips like some ancient chant. Over and over, with every drag and thrust in and out of your body.

You couldn't even begin to form the words to tell him you're about to cum when you do, but when you do release, he knows. He cums quickly after you, the tightening of your walls squeezing every last drop of his seed into your cunt. Finally, you both slow. You collapse into him, breathing heavily.

Chan helps you lie down, then delicately begins to untie the ribbons holding you, releasing you from your bonds. When you're fully untied, he wipes you off with a warm washcloth (that he somehow managed to retrieve between taking off your bonds and putting them back in his suitcase) and lies back down next to you, wrapping the both of you in the plushiest blanket you've ever seen.

"Chan?" you ask after a moment of lying in silence.

"Hm?"

"What did you mean when you said you wanted me to be yours?"

He meets your gaze. "Exactly what it sounds like. I've been in love with you since college, Y/N."

You blink at him. "Since college?"

He nods. "Since college."

"Chan, you fucking piece of shit."

"What?"

"I've loved you since college too."

He smiles. "Really?"

"Why do you think I let you fuck me?"

"I dunno, I thought-"

"Not every guy with a nice face gets in my bed, you know."

"You think I have a nice face?"

"Shut up."

Chan grins, pulling you closer to him. "Merry Christmas, my love."

You smile, leaning into his warm embrace, and look out the window at the falling snow as it coats the trees outside. "Merry Christmas, Chan."

AUTHOR'S NOTE. i hate this so much. merry christmas to everyone that celebrates it! i'm probably going to come back and edit this eventually but honestly i just wanted something to upload right now. let me know if you have any requests for fics! usually i try to get requests done within a day or two of seeing them, so feel free!! love you all!!

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1. I'm kind of in the mood for jiang free wangxian fics, where the the extent of jiangs involvement in the plot are just brief mentions / For ITMF, a longer canonverse wangxian fic that doesn't heavily feature Jiang Cheng on page. Canon divergence is very welcome but not mandatory.

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2. hi! do you have any fics where lwj struggles with his sadism? canonverse please and bonus points if they are E rated ;) @chellsky

still waters by piggybo (E, 3k, WangXian, Consensual Kink, Light Sadism, Light Masochism, Outdoor Sex, Painful Sex, Spit As Lube, Kink Discovery, Light Bondage, Internal Conflict, CQL!verse, Post-Canon, not as explicit as the tags make it sound, but still pretty explicit)

bb!Sadist by Betty (T, 3k, WangXian, Non-Sexual Kink, Sadism, Modern AU) not canon but a good read cause it's abt the Struggle

💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons series by starandrea (M, 1M, WIP, wangxian, ongoing, animal transformations, weddings) in the Magical Marriage Ribbons series, Teen!Wangxian continuously need to discuss around LWJ's reluctance to admit what he wants sexually in earlier parts that's very lovely!

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3. Hii!!! Im back for another ITMF! I've been seeing a lot of art of spider-man aus for wangxian and I was wondering if you knew of any fics with either one or both of them having spider-man powers? Thanks so much! @loveshinesbrightly

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4. hiiiii it's me again for the next ITMF I was reading a fiction and lqr said that : "He could definitely picture an alternate reality wherein he didn’t overhear their conversation, and Wangji ended up impulsively withdrawing his entire trust fund to elope cross-country with Wei Wuxian and start a new life together - all to avoid having to face the disapproval of their families." do you know any story where it actually happens ????? thanks✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ @ihaveasoftspotfora-yuan

keep your electric eye on me, babe by ilip13 (M, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff, Falling In Love) is mostly a meet-cute fic but does involve lwj running off with wwx at the end

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5. Hey, I'm looking for some Daemon AU fics. @the-dolphin-queen

🧡 like speaking to my heart by SnowshadowAO3 (T, 613k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Daemons, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Character Death, Some people live!, additional warnings in specific chapters, if you don't know what daemons are that's ok because I explain it in the author's note, also by slow burn I VERY much mean slow burn)

Daemons and Sentient Swords Comp

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6. hi! i was wondering if you knew of any mafia au fics? 💖

🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX, Explicit Sex)

Miscalculated Misreckoning by LadyVamp (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Organized Crime, Attempted Kidnapping, Murder Husbands, Blood and Violence, Violent Sex, Married WangXian, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX, YLLZ WWX, Hair-pulling, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, Dark WWX, Partners in Crime, Gun Violence, Gun Kink, Crime Syndicate Qíshān Wēn Sect, Arranged Marriage, Crime Lord LWJ, Crime Lord WWX)

of demons and the good they bring by mimi123meg (M, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mob, Crime Boss LWJ, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JC, Slight Violence, not too graphic, but definitely there, Established Relationship)

Take Some Advice Paesano by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 8k, wangxian, modern, mob au, mafia the 🤡 version, humor, mistaken identity, getting together)

You & Me Baby, We'll Eclipse The Sun Series by 2501987 (M/E, 130k, WangXian, XiCheng, MIND THE TAGS, Modern AU, Mafia, Murder husbands, Torture, Possessive Behavior, Blood and Violence, Older JC, Younger WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Dark)

The Damage You Do by stiricide (E, 87k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Dom/Sub, Dark LWJ, Mobster LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Sex Worker WWX, Sugar Baby WWX, WWX adopts LSZ, Dubious Consent, each chapter has sex tag notes on it, BDSM, Sounding, Panic Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Due Process by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 279k, WangXian, XiSangCheng, ZhuiLingZhen, Modern AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Foxxian, dragonji, Genderfluid WWX, Wwx identifies as male, Organized Crime, Grief/Mourning, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of child abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Reincarnation)

Naughty Kitty Go Meow Meow: An Urban Romance From The City of Dragons by Hinu (E, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, RuoXian, Modern AU, Mafia, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Dragon LWJ, Cat Hybrid WWX, Porn with Plot, Organized Crime, Pole dancing, Possessive LWJ, WWX has a Vulva, Omegas have a vagina, GNC WWX, Good Person WZL, Dark LWJ, Sexual harassment, Non-Consensual Bondage, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Eventual Fluff)

Beautiful Nightmare (Sweet Dreams) by Cy_an_Blue (E, 79k, WangXian, Modern AU, explicit depictions of torture, explicit depictions of violence, Dark LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Crime Boss LWJ, Mafia AU, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, (Kinda but not really), Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Harassment, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Not by WangXian, Dubious Consent, Age Difference, Kid Fic, Heavy/Dark Themes, Cheating, not wangxian, 365 days (2020) inspired, Angst with a Happy Ending, Falling In Love, Past QingXian, Minor LWJ/Other(s), Homophobic Language, Derogatory Language)

To Protect My Family I'll Give You Anything by stiricide (E, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Gangsters, Gangbang, Fisting, Public Sex, Public Humiliation, Knotting, Mating Bites, Happy Ending, Dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Spanking, Dubious Consent, Top WWX, Threats of Violence, but not between wangxian)

there is a mafia au comp !!

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7. A) In the mood for wen Ning and Wei Ying being close

B) Is there any wangxian book which is like omniscient reader's viewpoint? Fusion or similar. I just plain and simple love it to the end of the world. @whateverweilanlovechild

7A)

Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 63k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war, WIP)

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 65k, WRH & WWX, wangxian, WN & WWX, Wen WWX, abuse, whipping, manipulations, smart WWX, possessive behavior, implied/Referenced rape/non-con, past rape/non-con, WIP)

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8. ITMF superhero wangxian!! i’m not too particular on the context, be it only one of them, or both of them, or hero/villain. the more explicit the better, though 🌝

mission report by bosbie (T, 13k, WangXian, Modern AU, Superheroes/Superpowers, Fluff, Humor, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Getting Together)

a wild heart to tame mine by theroyalsavage (G, 10k, WangXian, Superheroes/Superpowers, Strangers to Lovers, bookshop owner lwj/superhero wwx, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Wangxian-typical tenderness)

Tired of the Sunset by julomaiboulomai (M, 55k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Superheroes/Superpowers, Identity Porn, Secret Identity, Parent-Child Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Also Canonical 'He Gets Better', Unreliable Narrator, superhero fights, Major Character Injury, Major Character Undeath, Slow Burn, But also somehow, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, JC-LWJ Mutual Hate Society, Domestic Fluff, Co-Parenting, Making Out, well slowish burn, Fade to Black, Brief mentions of suicide, Angst with a Happy Ending, Art Embedded)

🧡 Of Ghosts and Heroes by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 51k, AS & WWX, AS/YH, WangXian, BNHA/MHA Crossover, Dimension Travel, POV Outsider, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Angst) Sort of? It's a crossover with bnha and I think a few mdzs characters become heroes in it

Free Wifi for Heroes by JJSparrow (E, 50k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, Pro Heroes (MHA), Switching, Engineer!WWX, Hero!LWJ, CEO!WWX, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Inventor!WWX, Top/Bottom Switch WangXian, Explicit Sexual Content, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fluff and Smut, First Kiss, First Time)

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9. Hi, thanks for doing these recs!

For the next itmf, I'd like wangxian in the Cloud Recesses Study Arc, kinda like Stunted, Starving Juvenility. Preferably long, like 50k+, but any length is fine!

Thank you! @moonlightflora-101

Silenced With A Kiss by NinjaKK (E, 88k, wangxian, cloud recesses study arc, flirting, fluff, teen romance, happy ending, secret relationship, falling in love, first kiss, first dates, inventor WWX, genius WWX, protective WWX; protective LWJ, happy ending, ripple effect, first time, fluff & smut, supportive LWJ, BAMF WWX, WIP)

The initial parts of 💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons series by starandrea (M, 1M, WIP, wangxian, ongoing, animal transformations, weddings, link in #2) also fits for 9, I think

O, What Learning Is! by Comfect (T, 60k, WangXian, XiCheng, Canon Divergence, No Fall of Lotus Pier, No Golden Core Transfer, Fix-It, Butterfly Effect, Fluff, Cultivation Theory, Cultivation Sect Politics, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, WWX-Typical Obliviousness, Unreliable Narrator WWX, The Undeniable Romance of Quests, Good Student WWX (for a given value of good student), Canon-typical treatment of children, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR)

Three changes. by orange_crushed (M, 18k, WangXian, Fluff, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Fade to Black, Mild Sexual Content, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot No War AU, Falling In Love, Non-Graphic Violence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Sparring, Harm to Animals, Don't Worry The Animal is Fine Wangji Makes Sure of That, Developing Friendships, teenagers in love, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, First Time)

Unstoppable by Netrixie (T, 149k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eventual Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, Slow Burn, Minor OC's, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Wolf-shifter WWX, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, Fix-It, Shapeshifters, Sunshot Campaign)

In Walls of Glass by Comfect (T, 43k, WangXian, XiCheng, Good Uncle LQR, Teacher LQR, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Yet Another Butterfly Effect Fix-It, JC friendly, Family Feels, Demonic Cultivation, Cultivation Theory, Tagged CQL not MDZS, POV LQR)

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10. Hello! ITMF where WWX is super duper Mary Sue. I just read “The Darkness Before Dawn” by PsycheStellata707, and I loved how WWX was just the most beautiful, the most powerful, the most smart, the most loved, the richest, the super bamf. It was indulgent and fun. Any other fics like this?

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, no magic, Meet-Ugly, Panic Attacks, autistic lwj, neurodivergent wwx, the neighborhood asshole dog, if you’ve met one then you know, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Happy Ending, for everyone including the asshole dog, Eventual Smut, switch rights, Sex Toys, horny yearning, Masturbation) (link in #14)

🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX, Explicit Sex) (link in #6)

Whatever you do by apathyinreverie (T, 8k, WangXian, somewhat darker cultivation world, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, BAMF LXC, not Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, wwx is appreciated, genius wwx, everyone is a little darker in this, except for wwx, Fluff, Possessive LWJ, Fix-It)

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11. Hi hi, hope everything is going well :) Sorry if this has been asked before, but for either ITMF or Fic Finder are there any good fics with Yunmeng trio shenanigans/slice of life?

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12. hello! sorry to bother you, but theres any new wangxian fic with mpreg? especially (only) pregnant wei wuxian, please and thanks! 💖🙏🏽

Hello, can you suggest any fluffy wangxian fic where wei Wuxian is pregnant. Would love it if it is long. Thank you 😊😊 @mayavsworld

In which Lan Qiren eavesdrops and gets a new nephew (and grandnephew) out of it by h0peless_oblivion (M, 64k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Mpreg, Teen Pregnancy, Shotgun Wedding, Good Uncle LQR, Madam Yu's A+ Parenting, Fluff and Angst, Family Feels, Unspecified Setting, Probably ooc, WWX Has ADHD, A-Yuan is Wangxian's son, Pregnant WWX, Humor, non-graphic birth, Family Drama, The Lans love wwx, Male Lactation, Mild Smut in later chapters, wangxian's canonical breeding kink, Tooth-Rotting Fluff) it's marked as a WIP but the main story is over the rest are sides stories

My Heart is a Cavern of Longing, Please come home? by LadyVamp (E, 28k, WangXian, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Bitch WWX, Forced Marriage, Accidental Baby Acquisition, YLLZ WWX, Oblivious WWX, Módào Zǔshī & The Untamed Combination, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Forced Bonding, Forced Pregnancy, Depressed WWX, Sex In A Cave, Uncontrolled heats, JZX Lives, Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Pining LWJ, Pining WWX, Child LJY, LJY is WangXian's son, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnant WWX, Mpreg)

Bonded Fate by Missty0foxx (E, 19k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Canon Divergence, Dubious Consent, Mating, Mating Bites, Knotting, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Angst with a Happy Ending, Self-Lubrication, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Teenage WangXian, Time Skips, Mpreg, Caring LWJ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Pregnant Sex, Pregnant WWX, Mating Cycles/In Heat, WangXian Have a Breeding Kink, LWJ Has a Biting Kink)

The Beautiful and the Damned by Anonymous (M, 15k, WangXian, Wingfic, Immortal LWJ, Demon WWX, Mpreg, Pregnant WWX, Wing Kink, Human JC, mmortal LXC, Immortal LSZ, Immortal LJY, Crow WWX, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WangXian Are LSZ's Parents, Gambling, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Spanking, CNC and Dubcon elements, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Unplanned Pregnancy)

Pregxian & Pregji Comp

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13. Hey guys hope all is well , I’m in the mood for a fix with bodyguard Lan Zhan just out here protecting wei ying idk if anything like this exists but I’m intrigued.

Thank you for all your hard work x @red-spacekitten

Bodyguard king by 74243 (E, 8k, Female WangXian, Modern AU, Idol WWX, Bodyguard LWJ, Female NHS, Platonic D/s, Loss of Virginity)

lightning in a bottle by nighimpossible (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Bodyguard LWJ, Scientist WWX, Mutual Pining, Blow Jobs, (light) Rope Bondage, Kitchen Sex, Anal Fingering)

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14. Itmf for fics where LWJ has friends!! Who teases him!! And are there for him!! I've often seen Mianmian with him and I've enjoyed those fics alot!! Preferably canonverse but modern au's are fun too!!

❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff) is really good

mating rituals by detectorist (E, 16k, WangXian, XuanLi, JZX & LWJ, Modern AU, College/University, Humour, Pining, Getting Together, Idiots in Love)

correspondence of two fools madly in love by serenedebeautea (G, 2k, WangXian, XuanLi, LWJ & JZX)

forget-me-not by mellowflicker (E, 31k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Sugar Daddy WWX, Sugar Baby LWJ, Professor WWX, Student LWJ, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Secret Relationship, Age Difference, Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain, JZX & LWJ Friendship, Family Issues, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs)

Orchids in Lotus Pier by Vamillepudding (G, 21k, WangXian, JC & LWJ, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Mutual Pining, Protective JC, Friends to Lovers, Misunderstandings)

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15. Hi there! Hope you day is going good!!! I need your help to find me a(lot) fan fiction with dragon lan wangji/human wei wuxian please 🙇‍♀️🥺 @mahamhere

Coil Tightly by Thunderstruck (Blueyed_Impala) (T, 50k, WangXian, Dragon LWJ, Shifters, Modern with Magic, WWX is oblivious to magic, Slow Burn, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, References to Animal Abuse but the animal is LWJ, Hurt/Comfort, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, WWX has abandonment issues, Possessive LWJ, Clueless Flirting, OC Lan disciples for plot reasons)

These Mortal Treasures by ChilianXianzi (T, 9k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fantasy, Dragon LWJ, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Possessive LWJ, Domestic Fluff, implied eggpreg, The Cultivation World's canonical fuckery, eggyuan!, Gift Giving)

Love at first bite by luckymoonly (M, 14k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern setting with dragons, Falling In Love, NMJ and JYL own a bakery together, Interspecies Romance, Crossdressing, Everyone lives in the same building, First Time, Fluff and Humor, Mpreg, LWJ's canonical big dick, Horny lwj, Smut, LXC and LWJ are dragon princes, Lingerie, Dating, Medium Burn, Possessive LWJ)

wind and rain by hauntedotamatone (E, 15k, WangXian, Dragon LWJ, Porn With Plot, Size Difference, Mildly Dubious Consent, Spit As Lube, Fairy Tale Elements, Double Penetration in One Hole, Rough Sex, Biting, Curse Breaking, Teratophilia, Fuck Or Die, but not for who you'd think, Meet-Ugly, Rimming, Past physical abuse, consensual and sane but not 100 percent safe, Non-Human Genitalia, Come as Lube, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Copious Amounts of Come)

Jaws of the Dragon by celerydragon (Not Rated, 7k, WangXian, dubcon, Exhibitionism, Nonconsensual Exhibitionism, Bestiality, Belly Bulge, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Breeding Kink, dragonji, LWJHas a Big Dick, lwj can transform into a human)

other earths and skies by binghecarer (T, 53k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, (but not in the typical way?), Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Scars and Injuries, Curses, Hurt/Comfort)

fell by you by Vrishchika (E, 44k, Dragon LWJ, Fantasy, Explicit Smut in Last Chapter, Pining, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Immortals, Deities, Canon-Typical Violence, Dragon WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending)

this river runs to you Series by aubreyli, sundiscus (T/E, 66k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mutual Pining, Dragons, Literal Sleeping Together, Tender wound tending, First Time, Oral Sex, Coming Untouched, Porn with Feelings, Established Relationship)

Making Mouths at Dragons by athena_crikey (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mpreg, baby fever, near PWP, Dragon sex, also human sex, Rimming, Size Kink, Egg Laying, Family, Feel-good, hints of self-worth issues, Dragon LWJ)

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16. hello!! for the next itmf, any fanfics where they elaborate on wei changze and/or cangse sanren? secret families, they survive, even pre canon, just some wei family feels. thank youu <33

I Will Call You By Name by DisasterMages (T, 73k, WangXian, WWX raised by XXC, Canon Divergence, Family Feels) does ´I will call you by name’ by DisasterMages count they’re a few flashbacks about them

tall as the mountains that sheltered us by thelastdboy (M, 4k, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR & WWX & WCZ, wangxian, canon divergence, CSSR & WCZ live, crack treated seriously, childhood friends to lovers, genius WWX, inventor WWX, bg character death, happy ending, WCZ pov) wcz & cssr are saved by the lan.

The Long Winding Road Home by Admiranda (T, 12k, CSSR/WCZ, wangxian, time travel, post-canon, not JC friendly, fluff, family reunion, mocking LQR to his face, mocking JC to his face, wild rumours) wcz & cssr return after 30 years trapped.

Silver (Bloodshot) Eyes by GeminiWillow (T, 15k, WangXian, WCZ & WWX, WCZ & JL, Not Jiāng Chéng Friendly, JC Bashing, YZY Bashing, Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect Bashing, BAMF WCZ, Ghost WCZ, JC Canon Characteristics, Mentions of WWX's Canonical Child Abuse, Child JL, JL Needs a Hug, Revenge) vengeful ghost wcz torments jc during the timeskip. jiang bashing.

The Wei of family by HikariNoHimeWriter (E, 46k, WangXian, WCZ/CSSR, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, CSSR and WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Male omega with vagina, Vaginal Fingering, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Vaginal Sex, First Time, Falling In Love, some violence, Genius WWX, WWX Has ADHD, CSSR Has ADHD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Eventual Smut, Love Confessions, Mating Bond, WangXian Elope, Kinda, Not JC Friendly, not yzy friendly, Mpreg) omega wwx grows up with his family and finds love

a burden of figs by spookykingdomstarlight (T, 16k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR and WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Breaking Up & Making Up, Getting Back Together, Hurt/Comfort, Injured WWX, caretaker LWJ, Mutual Pining) rogue cultivator wwx dating to breakup to makeup.

somehow, someway, we all get to someday by Stratisphyre (T, 75k, WangXian, CSSR/LQR/WCZ, MDM Lan/OFC, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Parenthood, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Threesome - F/M/M, Family Feels, Not JFM Friendly, Not Lan Sect Friendly, past emotional abuse, Demisexual Character, Inclusive discussions of reproductive rights) jfm & yzy die on a nighthunt and wcz & cssr run the jiang as regents for jc.

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17. Hi!! ITMF for submissive LWJ with a praise kink. Whether he's top or bottom doesn't matter.

Shatter All Barriers by YunmengLotus (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Painplay, Light Dom/sub, very brief subdrop, Praise Kink, Wax Play, Temperature Play, Sex Toys, Communication, light blood play (really light but there is blood), BDSM, Intercrural Sex, thigh fucking, Non-Penetrative Sex, Coming Untouched, Piercings, Needles, Sub LWJ, dom WWX, kind of, Getting Together, piercer wwx)

Maybe You're the Reason by Clearpearls (E, 67k, WangXian, College/University, Phone Sex, slight D/s, Secret Identity, Praise Kink, Phone Sex Operator WWX, slight internalized sexual repression, Fluff, Light Angst, Dirty Talk, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Slow Burn, Sub LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Vibrators, Aftercare, Introspection)

old wounds by BloodRedCarnation (E, 23k, WangXianYu, Established WangXian, PWP, Kink Negotiation, Switch WangXian, Age Difference, Power Dynamics, Threesome, healing through sex, Breathplay, Light exhibitionism kink, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Virgin MXY, Post-Canon, Fix-It of Sorts, Double Penetration)

Caffeine, Small Talk by mistergoblin (E, 144k, WangXian, Modern AU, Friends With Benefits, Enemies to Lovers, or more accurately: frenemies to fuck, buddies to lovers, Angst and Fluff and Smut, touch-starved lwj, Slow Burn, high levels of sexual tension, Misunderstandings, Getting to Know Each Other, Switching, Bottom LWJ, bottom WWX, slight D/s, Happy Ending, side yanqing, lwj's patented horny grip, Sub LWJ)

Here Comes The Heat (Before We Meet) by mistergoblin (E, 15k, WangXian, Fluff and Smut, Getting Together, D/s elements, Sub LWJ, Bottom LWJ, but they switch wbk, Collars, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Spanking, Explicit Consent)

a new kind of silence by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Autistic LWJ, Communication Disorder, Trans LWJ, Protective WWX, Pregnant LWJ, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Soft WangXian, POV WWX)

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echo-goes-mmm · 4 months

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Ambrose and Elliot #23

Masterpost

Warnings: implied past non-con

Ambrose was up earlier than him, and the entire downstairs smelled like cinnamon and sugar.

“Good morning, love. Help me with this? Go on, have a taste.” He gestured to a bowl on the counter. Elliot grabbed a spoon and tasted it. It was amazing, warm caramel and nutmeg swirled together.

“Alright?” Elliot nodded, licking his lips, and Ambrose laughed at him a little. But he didn’t mind. Master Ambrose had a kind laugh, not like others he heard.

“Would you mind making more flowers after you’ve had breakfast? I’ve got my hands full with pies at the moment.”

“I don’t mind.”

Elliot grabbed the basket of fabric scraps and got to work as he ate.

He tied the flowers with twine, making roses the best he could. Elliot couldn’t remember making flowers for the solstice before, but his hands somehow knew what to do.

That couldn’t be right. He’d never been allowed to join until this year, but that didn’t sound right either.

At some point he’d done this before, but when?

He munched on his apple and finished the string of roses.

“Thanks, love.”

He helped Master Ambrose hang them up above the doorway.

“The party starts at seven. Plenty of time for people to get supper before coming,” he explained as they hauled up a cask of wine. “And plenty of time to have some fun before midnight.”

“What’s at midnight?”

“Bedtime,” winked Master. “I’ll be too tipsy to be up longer than that.”

Elliot wasn’t sure what Ambrose was like when he was drunk, but it couldn’t be worse than his old master and his friends.

After the decorations were made, there were cookies to be baked. Gingerbread, soft butter cookies, chewy chocolate chip, jam-filled, and even a chocolate thumbprint cookie with silky ganache. The ganache ones were his favorite.

And after the cookies were cool and the oven aired out, there were breads to be cut, cheeses to slice, and fruit to wash.

Elliot and Ambrose ate the leftover cookie dough and crusted bread and small uneven bits of cheese and fruit. It was work, but simple, easy work, and Master Ambrose didn’t mind if he messed up on purpose for a bit more cheese and sweets.

Seven came faster than he expected, but he was excited for it. Or was it fear? Both, maybe.

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The party was going well. It was an open invitation of course; he wouldn’t exclude anyone from showing up. At least not explicitly.

James was still banned, but there were more cheerful things to do than think about spoiled brats.

Ambrose looked over to see Elliot. He was chatting with Katie, or rather she was chatting with him, and there was a genuine smile on his face.

He took a sip of wine. Good.

The drinking games went well, but Elliot refrained from alcohol and sipped on water instead. Fair enough. The boy even won two games, and Ambrose was pleased to see him having such a good time.

Ambrose tapped his fingers, his mind going a bit fuzzy. He didn’t care much for getting drunk, but the softness of a glass or two of wine was pleasant enough.

And he wanted some liquid courage anyway; the party was winding down and soon he would give Ellie his present.

He wasn’t quite sure what to get him at first. Elliot was a reserved man, and even a taste of caramel was the best thing in the world to him.

He was hard to buy for. What to get for a man who loved everything and never spoke about wanting?

Ambrose thought about the gift he wrapped up. It seemed fitting weeks ago, but now he wasn’t sure.

He glanced at the grandfather clock. An old solstice present from J- no that wasn’t important- eleven o’clock.

Might as well make it now.

He went upstairs and got the box from his shelf.

“Ellie,” he called. “I, um, got you something.”

Elliot’s eyes lit up and he offered him the box.

“For me?”

“Uh huh.”

Elliot carefully pulled the ribbon, and painstakingly unfolded the paper so it didn’t tear. He opened the lid, and he smiled wider than Ambrose had ever seen.

He lifted the bear out of the box.

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Master had gotten him a present. He sort of already knew he had, but seeing the box really made it sink in.

The bear was perfect, soft and plump with stuffing, shiny black button eyes and brown fur. There was even a scarlet ribbon around its neck.

“Do you like it?”

“I love him,” he whispered. He hugged it tight, and it was just right. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh!” He ran upstairs, put the bear carefully in his bed, and grabbed the two packages.

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Elliot had gotten him two gifts. A kettle and a teapot, both of which he needed but never took the time to buy.

Ellie was so thoughtful. He teared up a little; Ambrose blamed the wine.

It was eleven-thirty, and everyone was gone to their own homes.

“We’ll clean up tomorrow,” he said. “I’m too tired to worry about it now.”

The door opened, and Ambrose turned. But instead of someone he recognized, it was a stranger. Clearly a traveler.

“I’m looking for a room,” he said.

“Of course. Name please?” Ambrose pulled out the record book from behind the counter. “And how many nights?”

“Horneswood. Two nights. And I’ve already eaten, no need to trouble yourself.”

“Very well.” Ambrose noted down the stay, and took the payment. “This way, if you please.”

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Elliot ducked into the kitchen. It was only a glance, but he knew that man.

Knew him as well as Master Ambrose’s kind hand, knew him as well as his old master’s whip. Elliot knew him; his whole body knew him.

Mr. Horneswood, one of his old master’s friends.

And he was staying for two nights.

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breaddwoo · 1 year

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-Feeling Better (pt 2) -

pairing: xavier x reader

word count: 1.96k

warnings: none :)

desc: after the events of Just a Few Scratches, you're released from the hospital and confess your feelings to xavier. then you confront wednesday :D

a/n: i think i will probably do wednesday x vamp!reader next by my friend's request. we all know wednesday loves a little pain :)

xavier wanted to plan a whole 'welcome back' party the day you were discharged from the hospital, but he knew you'd still need rest to recover.

the blood loss from a week prior left you with dizzy spells; he hated seeing you so weak, knowing you're in this state because of him.

as he sat in his paint shed thinking these thoughts, he smiled to himself. if you heard these internal worries of his, he thought, she'd totally say something like "xavier, i did it because it needed to be done and wednesday was out of line blah blah blah."

so, he opted to get all of his friends to sign a card. he even drew you on the front, making sure to remember to animate it when he gave it to you. the art was of one of xavier's core memories: he dared you to sneak into the greenhouse near the school, late at night. when he pushed through the foliage of the forest to see you standing next to the glass doors, he recognized the shirt you were wearing. it was a t-shirt of his that he'd let you borrow when he 'accidentally' flung paint on you during a play-fight.

the night he saw you there, fuzzy pajama pants matched with his own t-shirt, he knew his feelings had grown far beyond friendship.

he hoped this card would maybe, hopefully show you how much he cared about you.

during the card signing process, he had to fight with enid when she made the argument that, "she's my friend too so i also get to write her a long message!"

she did not win that battle. this would be xavier's card with small 'get well soon' and 'we missed you' notes from people you knew.

he really wanted you to love it.

when the fated day came that you were allowed to be discharged, he got some flowers and made sure the card was looking the best it could. some of the words in the card may have eluded to some of xavier's non-friendship feelings; his nerves were going haywire.

> > >

saying goodbye to the doctor, you headed out to the lobby. god, you were thankful you no longer had to wear that hospital gown. if xavier saw you in that ugly ass thing one more time, you might as well just dig your dignity a grave and let wednesday enjoy the funeral.

the hyde had left large gashes from your shoulder down to your elbow. much blood had stained xavier's uniform that night; something you'd already apologized countless times for.

the transition from the glaringly white hallway to the lobby illuminated with warm light was a welcoming change. and there was xavier, a smile decorating his face when he saw you. he had a small boquet of a wild flowers that grew near his shed, tied together with a pale purple ribbon. even if the gesture was small, it made you want to run up to him and squeeze him tight out of pure impulse.

"did you really hand pick these?" you questioned, trying to tease him a little. he didn't notice as he pridefully stated, "of course, my hands even had that weird sticky plant blood on them when i visited you. remember?"

you snorted, "why didn't you wash it off?"

he looked to the wall, "i didn't notice until i was already at the lobby." you couldn't tell if this embarrassed him or not.

"hey, come with me, (y/n). i want to give you something, but not here."

xavier grabbed your hand, leading you with great care. the caution he used was adorable.

the small trek to a bench at a nearby park was a little straining for you; something xavier didn't fail to take note of. he made sure to ask how you were doing and offered his shoulder if you needed something to lean on.

then, he pulled out a (fave color) envelope, sealed with a little red heart sticker that you recognized as enid's.

gazing at xavier's face, you never would have guessed that he was practically screaming on the inside.

gently taking the gift from his hand, you carefully opened it. inside was a card.

pulling it out revealed a moving drawing of you, smiling under the moonlight.

you remembered that night. vividly. you could instantly recall the way xavier chased you through the many flowers of the greenhouse, threatening tickles if he caught you. that blissful happy feeling was something you'd never forget.

this boy has given you so much to remember in just a few months. xavier may be snarky and a tad bit rude at times, but he's treated you with so much respect and kindness; how could you not fall for him?

the words of the letter made your stomach feel like it was twisting in knots; it said:

(y/n),

it was stupid of you to risk yourself for my sake. i know I've already said that to you, but i felt i needed to say it again. however, that doesn't mean i don't appreciate what you did. i haven't talked to wednesday since before the morning you found me in the hallway, but she hasn't confronted me at all after you were on temporary leave.

i am so insanely greatful for you. after i broke up with bianca, you spent every moment of your time making sure i was mentally stable. never once did you expect something in return. and here we are, again, with your arm fucked up without any demand for even a small thank you. well, i hate that. i want to do so much for you, return the kindness that you've given me the past few months. you're so important to me. please, please don't do anything like that again. and thank you, for every second you've dedicated to me.

yours,

xavier

by the end of the card, you started to cry. you placed a hand over your eyes to shield xavier from your weeping, turning away from him.

"oh- are you okay? did i say something wrong?" xavier's voice was laced with a weariness that you couldn't describe. you felt his knee graze yours, guessing that he probably scooted closer to you.

"no, no. actually, the opposite."

you sniffled a little, trying to compose yourself.

a slight breeze blew xavier's brown hair out of his face. though you loved his long hair, you most enjoyed it when his face was in full view. he's so pretty.

"this- this letter, i.. xavier, i love you. when you're nice to me like this, i can't not love you. you make everything so amazing but so, so hard at the same time," you cried, both because you were happy to get it off your chest and the fear of changing the perfect friendship you shared.

xavier held you, placing his head on top of yours, rubbing your back. "i'm sorry, (y/n). thanks for dealing with my shit. i love you too. i realized my feelings a while ago, i'm just bad at this sort of thing," he said quietly.

the rustling of the trees above dropped vibrant leaves around the bench. red, orange, yellow, gold.

you were happy about his response to your confession, but something bothered you. with his reciprocated feelings tangled in your thoughts, a hard shell of protectiveness encased your heart.

"xavier, wednesday hasn't apologized yet for any of her accusations?" your question came out in an irritable tone.

he shook his head, "it's fine. she probably understands now that she was wrong and is just embarrassed. as long as she leaves me alone, i don't care anymore."

your brows knit together as you pulled out of the hug and looked at him. xavier, this kind boy who's given you a home at nevermore.

"well i'm gonna get an apology out of her."

as you stood up, xavier did too.

"no, seriously. what's done is done, it doesn't bother me, " he protested, hoping that you'd listen to him.

placing a hand on his arm, you said, "i didn't have a meeting with the hyde just for her to go into hiding when she's wrong."

and with that, you stomped your way to nevermore, xavier following behind to make sure you don't faint in your fury.

> > >

wednesday was experiencing deja vu. hadn't she already experienced three knocks interrupting her time to write? though, this time the knocks held an echo of animosity.

a sharp click to unlock the deadbolt and there you stood, arms crossed in wrath over your chest.

"i see they released you from the psych ward after your suicide attempt."

you almost wanted to laugh. that was so like her.

"so, do you have anything to say to xavier?"

indifference etched her features, "why would i?"

she really was talented at stretching people thin. xavier stood close behind, watching the interaction with a hand on your shoulder as moral support.

"is it really that hard to apologize when you're wrong?" you bursted, forcing your hands into fists to control them from tearing her apart.

"wednesday, enid was with xavier when i was attacked! and look," you grabbed his hand, "now we're dating! he would never hurt me."

"how do i know that you didn't team up with xavier? if you're allies, i wouldn't put it past him to use you as an alibi."

her words of idiocy made you explode.

"you- i know what you're doing is supposed to be good, but all you're doing is hurting everyone around you!" a furious finger full of hostility jabbed her in the center of her ribs, "you may be emotionless but that doesn't give you the right to be heartless! i went out there and almost died trying to keep you from ruining xavier's life! the least you can do is fucking apologize!"

your heavy breathing filled the empty sound of the hallway. it was impossible to tell if your words affected wednesday; she just stood there with her hands at her sides like always.

then, like a miracle, wednesday turned her eyes to xavier's and said, "I.. I am.. sorry."

she stepped back and closed the door with a gentle click. knowing wednesday, that apology was probably just a tactical retreat to diffuse the situation. at least the words had been said, though.

heaving, you let out a long sigh. arms circled around your shoulders as xavier rested his head on his forearm, hugging you from behind.

"are you okay?" you whispered to him, not wanting wednesday to hear through the, albeit thick, door.

"I love you," he stated.

you smiled, trying to shake off the lasting nerves after raising your voice.

"that's not what I was asking."

you felt the vibrations of a small chuckle on your neck. "you do so much for me, of course I'm okay," xavier mumbled. his voice was hushed but you could hear the smile in it all the same.

thank goodness the halls were empty, or you never would have been able to stay in this position if someone happened to be out here.

"i'm so glad you're here with me (y/n). I can't imagine where i'd be if you didn't exist", the sincerity of his voice made your throat close up with an unidentifiable emotion.

despite your fatigue, you didn't regret a single thing you've done for him if it meant you'd get to hear him say sweet things like that. his scent of teakwood laid a veil of comfort over your senses.

turning towards the end of the hall, you say, "let's go. I can feel wednesday's brooding mood through the door."

xavier smiled and let you lead him, "as long as you're feeling better."

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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MINORS DNI

Title: The Outlaw King

Pairing: Male OC x female!reader

Summary: Reader is the daughter of a struggling noble who in an attempt to save the prospects of his family begins marrying off his daughters, he is successful for the most part, until his youngest remains. Viewed as lesser compared to her sisters in her appearance, the reader is left without any suitors. Until her father is forced to marry her off to an outlaw.

TW: Female reader, insecure thoughts, chubby!reader, midsized!reader, she's got boobs, reader herself doesn't act insecure but she would be described as insecure yes. Older sisters say cruel things without thinking of consequences, discussion of weight gain and loss, reader is seen to be not as attractive as her sisters, starving oneself is brought up, and the outlaw is a bit vulgar (he likes something to grab) and is accidentally cruel (he doesn't mean to be, he's just an idiot and a man). Reader is insulted by her sister.

NSFW: swear words, vulgar descriptions of sex, he's just horny for reader, I didn't try smut cause I suck at it, but I might try it in a separate fic, the word whore is used (sex workers deserve respect, I'm using it as a historical term), groping, smacking ass, discussions of non/con (it does not happen), implied consensual sex or as consensual l as arranged married sex with an outlaw can go.

If I have forgotten anything let me know!

Notes: Not gonna lie this is very much a vent fic. So it might seem a bit too specific for a reader's fic. There will be some triggering topics brought up so if any of the above is not your cup of tea please move along. Also please please please use your own discretion for this one, I would hate for my writing to reinforce insecurities in anyone or bring up bad thoughts about themselves. So once again please please please use discretion. No one is forcing you to read this.

Reader discretion is advised! Also, I hope I don't need to say this but I will just in case, I do not condone these sorts of actions!!! Or any actions in any of my work. This is pure fiction. Also, all my OCs and the reader are over the age of 18+.

Lots of love Mae xx

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"Are you sure you want to wear that dress?" your sister questioned, her mouth forming a tight grimace. Her ringed hands made their way to her tidy hips. Her dress was one of emerald green, its linen fabric delicately wrapped around her waist and cascaded down to the floor in waves. It was a beautiful dress and she looked like an angel in it. It had been your mother's. She had given it to you before she passed away, it hadn't fit you though, despite your late-night struggles to tame the fabric around your hips and breasts. You still remember trying to silence your tears as you nearly ripped the black silk ribbon designed to close the dress at the back. Your chest had been too big and the fabric too tight. So you had given up and gifted it to your sister. If the lands hadn't betrayed you maybe you could have asked a maid to take out some of the seems, but the famine meant you had no extra coins for silly things like thread.

"I thought it looked nice" you answered, voice soft and head bowed. Your hands had come up to your belly and they were currently pulling and twisting your fingers. Your dress was one of dull blue. It was a favourite of yours as it did not pinch your skin or constrict your breathing, nor did it leave marks around your arms where the seems dug into your soft flesh.

"It is dull and plain" your sister scoffed "how are you expected to catch the eye of a suitor if you look like that". she pushed past you towards your closet, ripping open the doors to find a more appropriate dress.

Her words left poison in your gut and tore at your heart. You had spent all morning twisting and curling your hair, putting dainty flowers in the braids. You had redone your rouge and kohl three times, to the point where tears of frustration nearly ruined everything anyway. You had thought you looked decent, maybe even pretty. But as soon as your older sister walked through the door, looking like Venus herself, you thought the flowers in your hair made you look childish and the kohl made you look tarty.

"It is important that we all look our best today. Papa invited nearly all the lords and their sons in the kingdom. Without our bride price, our people will suffer" she mindlessly rambled as she threw dress after dress from their home onto your bed. She had no need to remind you about the reasoning behind today's festivities. Your father's lands were the largest agricultural producer in the kingdom, but sickness had plagued the soil leaving the crop rotten. Without a harvest, your father was forced to buy crops from the other lords, but his coin was running low. In order to save his people from starvation until the famine resided, he was forced to marry you and your sisters off for your bride prices. Your father had cried bitter tears at the thought. He had no sons and you and your sisters were his everything. The only solace he had was his oldest daughter and her future betrothed would be the next lord and lady of the castle, allowing him at least one daughter to remain. You on the other hand, as the youngest, feared you may never see your father or sisters again once married. It was seldom a husband allowed his wife to travel away from her place by their side.

"Ah! This one, try this one!" your sister cheered, pushing a lilac dress into your arms. You recognised it immediately.

"Oh no, not this one" you stammered, already trying to push it back into her arms.

"What? Why not? Just put it on, the suitors shall be arriving soon" she snapped, her eyes looking at you with annoyance.

"I cannot" you stressed, begging her with your gaze.

"This is ridiculous. Put the dress on and be done with it." she insisted pushing you towards the changing stand

"It does not fit" you whispered, hoping she would leave and forget it all. She continued to push you.

"It does not fit!" you shouted, removing yourself from her grip. You turned towards her and watched as her eyes softened.

"It does not fit? Well, then I will tighten it more. Silly girl it is a simple fix" she comforted, her hands now gentle as she once more pushed you to the changing stand. Tears began to swell in your eyes as you allowed her to move you.

"It is too tight on me" you whimpered, your voice almost a whisper. Her hands, which had been softly undoing the laces of your dress suddenly stopped. You could feel the air shift.

"it is too tight?" She coldly asked, her hands gripping the laces. "Papa only gifted it to you last month! It fitted then! What have you done hm? Gouged yourself on the lager while others starve?" she hissed, her hands ripped away from you as she grabbed the dress in your hands. "Papa used coin that could have been better used elsewhere for you! For a silly dress that is as good as rags!" she roared, hands ripping and tearing at the fabric. You were sobbing now, watching as the pretty purple fabric was left tatted on the ground. When she was done, she looked at you with steely eyes. For a moment you thought she might hit you.

"Fine, stay in that tatty rag. Do not come crying to me when the men look past you" she sneered, leaving your room in a huff, slamming the door behind her. You fell to your knees as tears dragged black kohl down your cheeks. It felt like hours, but it had really been only a short few minutes before your father opened your door calling your name with cheer.

"Where are you my dear! My scouts have caught sight of the first Lord!"

His merriment was soon killed when he saw you on the ground.

"Oh, my love! Are you alright? What happened? No more tears now, that's a girl. Dry those eyes." he comforted, holding you in his arms as vengeful tears raced down your cheek. After a few moments, you choked out what had happened. A part of you thought that maybe he would punish your sister, reprimand her or, as a cruel part of you wished, banish her from the festivities. But your father loved you and your sisters equally, sometimes a little too much.

"I am sure she did not mean to. She is just worried because of the trouble that faces us. That is all." he explained patting you on the back.

"Come fix your eyes and I shall redo your laces and then let us meet the Lords, yes?" he cheered, helping you up to your feet.

After harshly scrubbing your face clean of the kohl and rouge and quickly putting some more on (only rouge this time, the kohl made you nervous), your father lead you down the corridors of the castle. You knew he was speaking to you about your sister, how he would ask her to apologise to you and that maybe your oldest sister (your favourite, she was rarely cruel) would gift you an old dress of hers (you knew it wouldn't fit either), but you drowned him out with dreams of what might come. Before this afternoon you had imagined that a nobleman would fall in love with you at first sight. That he would beg at your father's feet for your hand in marriage, that he would gift you flowers and jewels and you would discuss politics and arts. Now you imagined one of the noblemen scorning your sister, declaring her undesirable and a wretch, before he declaring his love for you and carrying you away while you laughed at your sister's misery. It was a cruel thought, yes, but it warmed you. You wished you could say you hated your sisters, but you still loved them, which is why it hurt so much when they made comments on your looks. Friening pity and worry, leaving giggles and snide looks your way. They were like sweet poison. You couldn't wait till distance made the heart fonder.

You and your father finally made it to the steps of the castle joining all four of your sisters. Your eldest sister gives you a smile, another a glance, and the other two, including the sister you wished would tumble down the stairs and fall flat in the mud, give each other a glance and then a giggle. Your father left you standing next to them as he made his way to your oldest sister, just in time for a bugle call and the thundering sound of horses racing through the castle square.

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You wished they never came.

You had hoped for love at first sight. That you would catch a glimpse of a dashing man and you two would fall head over heels in love. That you would dance the night away in his arms and be announced his betrothed by morn. Then you wished that you would strike up a conversation with a lord, and you would discuss history and medicine and by the end of the night, you would be walking through the gardens with your arms intertwined. Then you just prayed one of them would talk to you. They favoured your sisters heavily, ignoring you in conversation to laugh at a quip your sister made or would speak over the top of you altogether. By the end of the night, you had drifted to the sides. Watching as your sisters danced in the arms of charming men you knew would be their husbands. Even your oldest sister had abandoned you. You had gone to her in the hopes she would comfort you, and she did. Until the middle son of a Southern Lord asked her for a dance, and then she was gone. She did promise to come back, but you watched as the two of them huddled together in the shadows. You were feeling miserable and jealous yes, but not enough to steal your darling sister away from a chance of happiness.

So instead you just hid in the shadows, counting the minutes until you could hide away in your room. It wasn't the first time something like this has happened. You had become used to being seen as the lesser sister during events and ceremonies. It wasn't like you were dull. In fact, you were intelligent, charming and funny, but when you were placed with your sisters it was like all that seeped away from you and you struggled to reach their level of grace and poise. Tonight hurt the most, however, because the survival of your people depended on you catching the eye of a suitor. Without all four bride prices, your father would not have enough coin to buy next season's shipment of food. Your people would starve otherwise. For the first time in your life, you actually started to believe the cruel comments your sisters would make. Maybe you really were undesirable? Maybe everything would be easier if you had your mother's face and not the rounded one of your father. You were failing your father and it was because of something so inherently you. There was nothing you could do to change it, it is who you are, and here a room full of men deemed it unworthy.

You had decided you were done. Nothing more to do but leave and hideaway in your room. You left quickly, struggling to hide the tears swelling in your eyes. Your father would come looking for you, maybe, but it was nothing an excuse of lightheadedness couldn't control. Once arriving in your room, you were quick to scrub the rouge from your cheeks and rip the flowers from your hair. With a screech, you threw them to the ground. You had spent a whole morning picking them. You were foolish to think they could elevate a face like yours. You then tore yourself from your dress and drove under the covers. Like every night since she passed, you wished your mother was here. Even though you knew she would just call your worries silly and ridiculous, or worse offer to help you fast. It often seemed like you were like a goose in a family of swans. While not harsh to the gaze, you were nothing in comparison to the other women in your family.

Crying yourself to sleep, you whispered over and over again that it wasn't fair.

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You watched as your sister waved at you from the window of the carriage before darting back inside. Your father beside you was cheering, with tears running down his rosy cheeks. Your oldest sister was linked in arms with her husband, both smiling and waving at the carriage as it disappeared from sight. Since the ball a week prior, all your sisters had been married. All their suitors declared their intent the morning after the festivities. A part of you had been hopeful, foolishly so, that maybe you had caught a suitor's eye. That they had just been too shy to approach you but had wanted you for their wife. You were terribly disappointed when no man stepped forward when your father called your name. It was humiliating too, watching as some men even took steps back. It broke the last bit of hope left in you. You had been terribly jealous, watching your sisters fawn over wedding dresses. You had just stood to the side, lightly touching scraps of silk that had been discarded on the floor. You had watched in envy during each separate wedding wishing that could be you, that someone wanted you enough to announce their loyalty to you. It made you sick to the stomach with the amount of guilt you felt feeling that way.

If you had been disappointed and miserable from the whole affair, your father was devastated. He was so close to saving his people, and yet he had failed. You remained by his side. He was torn between his love for you and relief that his youngest would not leave his side so soon but also shattered at the prospect of his people suffering. His once loving and kind attitude towards you suddenly became cold, and he often refused to look you in the eyes. He loved you, yes, but sometimes you think he blamed you. For what you weren't sure. Maybe for not at least trying on that lilac dress, or maybe not being as charming as your sisters were. A cruel and wicked part of you thought that maybe he blamed himself, for siring a creature like you.

He had since tried to discuss marriage with less favourable suitors. But the poorer lords could not afford the bride price he need and the older (much older) lords made you cry at his feet begging him to reconsider. He succumbed to your pleas. But at a price. He warned that if you continued to refuse his choice of suitors then by the last day of the month he would marry you to the next willing and able man who asked for your hand. And so your father declared to the whole kingdom your hand in marriage. That any man (noble or not) who could afford your bride price could come to his lands to ask for your hand. You had a condition of your own. They could not see you until the bride price was paid and you were lifting the veil in the church. You did not want to be humiliated any longer by shallow men. You were allowed to see them though, with you hiding behind your father's counsel room walls, peering through a hole created for your eyes.

So for the next week men viring for your hand arrived. You refused every single one. They were far too old, or far too young. They had had five wives previous and all had met a grisly fate by 'accidental drowning'. They kept asking your father what you looked like and made jokes about not wanting to be tricked into a marriage with a beast. Some seemed respectful and charming until they laughed at a poor serving girl tripping over their foot while your father was away from the room. One kept picking at his teeth, another had attrocious manners and sneezed all over your father. You refused all.

It was finally the last day of the month and your oldest sister was fusing over you. This whole affair made her fret, she had begged you to at least reconsider sending the last suitor away (the one who sneezed), but you were adamant, if not a little frightened. Maybe you should have lowered your standards. Maybe you should have given the sneezer a chance. At least before you had a choice, but now? Now it was whoever walked through the castle gates. You weren't hiding behind the wall today. It wasn't your choice. Instead, you and your sister took tea in the garden as you nervously wondered who your husband would be. Before everything had started, you had prayed for a charming, dashing, handsome man. But now you could only hope he was kind.

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Your husband-to-be was an outlaw. A rogue. A criminal and thief. Most definitely a murderer and only the Lord knew what else. To even think your father allowed this match brought tears to your eyes. But he had sworn that on the last day of the month, he would accept the first man to ask for your hand. You were sure he never thought it would be the infamous Outlaw King (why wasn't he just arrested or killed on sight? movie magic baby). He disgusted you, your betrothed, you had only seen him from afar, still refusing to let him see you until the wedding. But your sister had told you all. About how he waltzed into the castle and pushed past your father's guards to declare his intentions for your hand. He hadn't even asked! He had thrown the required price on your father's table and had only laughed at the sight of your father's wide eyes.

Your father could only nod his head and approve your betrothal. You remember your father meeting you in the gardens to tell you of your betrothed. Your sister had exploded into fury, while you had just sat still in shock. You had heard tales of him of course, an immoral and cunning man, leading a band of outlaws deep in the woods. He was said to be the bastard son of the King's brother. Left to fend for himself as a babe in the woods. That he was raised by a she-wolf and inherited her blood lust. He was handy with a knife and brutal with a sword. That every whore in the kingdom longed for his presence, for the gold and pleasure he provided. It was said he killed a man for just jesting he was as good with a sword as he was. He was a vile man and yet you were to be his wife. You had cried in your bed at the thought of him, of his vile hands touching you. Your sister had tried to console you but it was your duty to your people to marry him.

The day of the wedding left you frightened. You were worried about many things. What would become of you after your wedding? Of where you would live. Would you be expected to steal and rob like he does? Would you be classed as an outlaw too? all these thoughts helped distract you from the most worrying of all. What if he didn't like you? What if even a scoundrel like him didn't want you. Then you really would be a failure of a woman.

You don't remember much before the wedding, just your sister whispering in your ear about how to make it less painful, you hadn't been listening so you don't know what she was referring to. You remember your hands feeling the silk of your wedding dress as your sister laced the ribbon in front of the mirror. For a brief second, you thought you looked pretty. You also remember your father's grip on your arm as he walked you down the aisle before hesitantly passing you to the tall and stocky man in front of you. Tales of the Outlaw King will have you believe he was a lean figure with fair hair and blue eyes. A resemblance of the Prince he was supposed to be sired from. Instead, he was broad with deep brown eyes and dark scruffy hair. He had a wide cheerful grin and he looked far too excited for this sombre affair. He was so excited he didn't even wait for the priest to tell him to lift the veil, he just yanked it up and let out a low whistle at the sight of you.

"You sure are pretty huh" he grinned. A blush made its way up your cheeks and over your ears. It was the first time anyone had ever called you that. You could only stare at him before mumbling a thank you, you were raised to be polite after all, and then you turned towards the priest with palms sweaty. He spent the whole ceremony stealing glances at you and urging the priest to hurry up. Asking if all the formalities were necessary. The congregation was split between some being disgraced at his antics and others amused by his merriment, either in awe at his presence or his own men, shouting and hollering encouragement. However, when he pulled a knife on the priest when he tried to ask if anyone wanted to object, the guests all gave out a cry of hysteria, with only his men howling in joy. It was frightening to see the priest pushed up against the altar, your future husband's dagger at his throat. You gave a yelp at the sight and backed away slightly. You were reminded that he was not a nice man.

"You can skip that part father. Unless anyone has anything to say?" he joked cruelly, turning to the church with his arms open wide, dagger shining in the light of the sun beams through the windows. Your father looked like he was about to faint and your sister was being held back by her husband.

"No? Wonderful. Can we get this show on the road then father? I'm itching to be balls deep in my pretty lady by nightfall" he beamed putting his knife away. You yourself felt like you were about to faint. A heat rising from your stomach. You did not know if from disgust, fear or heaven forbid want. A cruel part of you whispered that maybe it was all a joke, a wicked ploy to have you believe he fancied you. But the look he gave you when he turned to smile at you, had those thoughts racing away. You could hear your sister hissing out curses, while your father groaned in defeat.

The priest, skipping a few steps, then declared you man and wife. You felt your husband's large hands grip your hips before dragging you to him, your chest bumping into his. He quickly brought you into a harsh kiss, his tongue prodding at your opening, you could only stand there still, your hands pressed tightly up against him. His hands made their way down to your arse before he gripped it tightly, a moan of satisfaction coming from your husband and a gasp from you. He took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside. You could hear the cheers from his men and the polite, almost disgusted clapping of your guest. He tore himself away from you to turn to the congregation, giving out a howl of joy and throwing his hands to the heavens. His men went wild. Some began jumping up and down on the pews, while others began to slap the wooden material creating a deafening sound of thunder. One even had two swords in his hand, waving them around his head in joy. You had started to turn yourself to look at your father and sister but were stopped when your husband gripped your thighs to throw you over his shoulder with a yelp. He walked towards your family, you were in shock at it all and could only react with a squeal as he playfully smacked your bottom a few times. Stopping in front of your father and sister, you lifted yourself slightly up to meet their gaze.

"Don't you worry sir, I'll take real good care of her. Hell, next time we meet, there might be some ankle bitters running around" he laughed, giving a particularly hard slap to your arse. You gave a yelp and your father fell to his chair with a groan. Your sister was spitting curses, her husband desperately trying to hold her back from hitting your husband. Your husband only laughed with cruel mockery as he left your family, walking down the aisle into the fresh air of the world beyond.

You were plopped on the ground outside as dozens of wild cheering men pooled around you. Shouts of congratulations and well-dones were lifted into the air. Your husband was clapped on the back and brought into tight hugs. Every one of them had big smiles gracing their faces. Slowly they drifted away. You looked over their shoulders trying to find where the carriage was. Instead, a man leads a large bay stallion over to your husband. Your husband thanked him before turning to you.

“Up you go princess” he grunted, grabbing your waist and hauling you up on the saddle. You tried to get comfortable, but your dress pooled around you, making it hard for you to sit right or even see the stallion’s head. You turned to ask your husband if there was a carriage to take, but you were stopped by the sight of his hands tearing at your dress. You gave a shout of fear and using one leg you tried to kick him away. Instead, just grabbed it with one hand and ripped it with another. Scraps of silk lay forgotten on the muddy ground. His hand on your ankle was rough and warm, and it left tingles behind. After doing the other side as well, with you once again trying to kick in his teeth, your lower legs were bare. The removal of the excess fabric made it much easier for you to sit and you gave him a begrudging thank you. He just smiled at you and gripped your ankle tighter before running his hand up your skin, to your knee and diving it under the remainder of the dress before resting it on the meat of your thigh. He pawed at your soft flesh before giving you a smile.

“That’s alright princess” he cooed, before lifting himself up behind you. You tried to give him some more room, moving forward slightly. However, you were pulled back by his arm around your waist, leaving your arse pressed tight against his groin. You tried to move forward again but was once more pulled back.

“Come on sweet cheeks, don’t you wanna make your husband happy?” he sang, and you gave him a small hesitant nod. “Then sit that arse right here and let a man enjoy his wife’s company.” He teased, his mouth finding its way to your ear. He encouraged the horse forward, and he gave a groan as you were jolted back and your arse ground against him.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that” he cooed. You could only blush and tense up, trying desperately to ignore his hardening member digging into you.

You turned your head to look for your family, finding them standing on the church steps. You gave a small wave and a little smile. Your eyes began to swell with tears as you watched your father fall to the ground in grief. His youngest taken by an outlaw. You turned around quickly not wanting to watch your father’s misery.

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"I saw you" he remarked, leading his horse into the forest.

You had been riding all day and you had yet to have a proper conversation with him. Instead, he would shout vulgar remarks to his men, telling them how desperate he was to sink into your warm cunt, or he would joke to them how the only reason he hadn’t torn the rest of your dress off and taken you roughly on the ground was that he didn’t want the sight of your soft, sweet flesh available to the dirty bastards. After each conversation and jest, he would give a laugh and then squeeze a portion of you. His favourite place to grab was your thigh. You would often be startled by his hand finding its way under your skirts, where it would run up and down before squeezing and finally leaving. The conversations and his touch left you breathless and terrified. You were sure this man would force himself on you and the idea of it left you shaking. After a vile comment made by him about how he would soon teach his pretty princess how to suck cock like a whore, which made you give out a sob of fear, he suddenly refused to joke with his men about you further. Even ordering one man to get off his horse and walk when he made a particular vulgar comment on how your breasts would look, bouncing on your husband’s cock. Since then, the group only spoke of other things, like robbing and killing. Your husband remained silent throughout. So, it shocked you when he remarked that he had seen you, his voice was much softer than you had previously known.

"Pardon?" you queried, slightly turning your head to him.

"The night of that big party you had. Me and the boys came to rob everyone blind, but then out popped you. You were wearing that bluey-looking dress, looking all pretty and shit. I liked the flowers in your hair, made you look real sweet. I guess you could say it was love at first sight. Couldn't rob everyone when I was thinking about you" he said, hand resting on his own hip and the other leading the horse over tree roots and rocks. You listened intently, thinking back to that night. Surely you would have seen an outlaw. You blushed at his words; a small smile fought its way to your lips. Until it was ripped down with his continuing story.

"You ran off before I could nab ya, tried again a few more times during the week of all your sisters getting hitched. Kept just missing ya though. You were running this way and that, and sometimes you wouldn’t even leave the castle! I may be a fool in love but I’m not foolish to think I would be able to get past your guards and steal you away.” He chuckled as if he was relaying a funny little tale down at the pub. “But then your old man declared your hand free game! all it took was a little hard work robbing some rich fucks and next thing I knew we're getting hitched. My ma would be proud, I got you the honest way! who would have thought huh?" he beamed, giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"you stole the money. And you still tried to kidnap me" you said in shock. Your eyes widened in disgust.

"so?" he questioned, he really saw no problem with his whole plan. Suddenly you turned a corner and in front of you was the Outlaw’s lair. It was remarkably put together. Houses and huts hidden under the canopy of the trees, some even in the branches of the tall trees, and bridges traveling throughout creating a roadway of planks and rope. It was amazing.

“Welcome home princess” he cheered, it did nothing to kill the fear inside of you.

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You listened to the continuing festivities outside the wooden walls. Your husband (whose name you still didn’t know) told you that his men would party into the wee hours of dawn. But your husband had other things on his mind than drinking, he had snatched you from the horse and carried you into his bed chambers, throwing you onto the bed. You had given a shriek of surprise and quickly sat up moving to the edge of the bed, just in time as he fell to the space where you once were. He gave a groan of frustration and lifted himself up to his elbows.

“Come here wife, I have dreamed of that sweet cunt since I first saw you. Let me finally have a taste for all my good work” he grunted before reaching for you. You jumped to your feet.

“I don’t even know your name!” you blurted out, thinking quickly about how to tame this man’s lust without touching him.

“Its Bingus” he remarked, face bored.

“Excuse me?” you asked, you weren’t one to judge but that name did not suit the man in front of you.

“Of course it isn't! It isn't exactly a name that inspires fear and respect” he chuckled as he also stood from the bed. You stood tense, standing close to the wall. He gave a sigh before answering your initial question.

“It's Alwyn,” he said as he slowly stepped towards you. He reached out with his hands, and you flinched slightly. He moved his hands up and down your arms, giving you slight comfort. “ Now that you know, I expect you to scream it loud enough to drown out those fuckers outside”

He grabbed your waist and lifted you up, placing you on the bed with him firmly on top. His body was in between your legs, and you tried desperately to push him off.

“Oh, you wound me sweet cheeks! All I want to do is show you my love!” he teased “and how can I not, with you laying in my bed looking like the prettiest whore there ever was"

You gave a cry of anger as your hand raced for his face. He easily grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand flat onto the bed next to your head.

"It's a compliment sweet cheeks! I mean it in a 'fucking hell my wife is so fucking hot, I'm about to blow my load just at the sight of her pretty tits' way." He consoled. “And what pretty tits they are. I mean look at them. I just want to bury my face in em” he groaned before doing exactly that. You felt his lips mouth at the skin of your cleavage, the rest hidden by your dress. The pleasure left you flustered, and you gave out a moan. He started to grind his pelvis against your clothed warmth. You could feel his hardening cock straining against his pants. But all the feelings, of pleasure, confusion, nervousness and insecurities overwhelmed you.

“Did you mean it?” you whimpered, grabbing his hair with your non-trapped hand, and pulling his face up.

“Mean what princess?” he cooed. Eyes and smile dopey with lust.

“Do you really think I’m pretty?”, you whispered, tears making their way to your eyes. He released your hand to gently hold your face.

“The prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in all my days” he soothed going in for a kiss.

“You aren’t just saying that right? Right?” you sniffed, turning your head for his kiss to fall flat on your cheek, he lifted his head with a groan. You needed to know. Needed to make sure he wasn’t just lying to you to get you to willingly give up your honour.

“Now why would you say something like that huh?” he probed. You looked at him with teary eyes. Begging for him to leave it and forget it.

“Well? What got my pretty lady worried?” he implored.

“I just don’t believe you” you sniffled, a rogue tear traveling down your cheek before his thumb swiped it away.

“Don’t believe me? Sweetheart I would be a fool to not think you are the prettiest, most gorgeous being I’ve ever seen” he laughed, once more going for a kiss. Once more you turned your head, this time his mouth finding its way on the pillow, he gave a grunt of frustration.

“How can you think I’m beautiful when I look like me?” you whimpered, tears following quickly. His head snapped up quickly. His eyes darkened. His gaze was harsh, but his fingers on your face were soft. His thumb gently wiped away the offensive tears.

“Who told you otherwise?” he snarled, his face twisting into anger. But when your face turned to one of fear, his eyes softened, and his face became gentle.

“Who was it, sweetheart? You tell me and I’ll burn their fucking house down” his voice soft and soothing, his thumbs moving their way to your lips, tracing their outline. You hesitated. It wasn’t like anyone at had ever out rightly told you, you were ugly or unattractive. But it was what they hadn’t said. In the way your mother would call your sisters beautiful and gorgeous, then turn to you and say you liked nice, just nice. How only your sisters were ever praised for their tidy figures and easy-to-manage breasts by the dressmaker, while she only ever tsked and sighed measuring your hips and bust. It was in the way you had always felt left out, never feeling like an equal, sometimes not even feeling like a sister. Instead of telling him all that you just gave him a shake of the head and a sniffle. After a few moments of silence, he relented, maybe later he would ask and then he would get to burn something. But right now, he needed to change tactics.

“You know…I’ve always had a thing for girls like you” he encouraged, leaving sweet kisses on your rounded cheeks and jaw, before looking down at you once more. You looked at him with inquisitive eyes.

“You’re so, so soft, and there’s so much to grab and fuck me but your thighs? Heaven. And these tits? the way they bounce when you walk? Fuck, it's enough for a man to blow a load at the very sight. And the way your arse jiggles? I just want to bend you over and fuck the daylight out of you” he moaned, kissing up and down your neck. You became flustered, the only thing you could do was listen and hold onto his shoulders as he continued his assault on your body. It was going so well too, you had started to think he really did see you as desirable, as someone worth loving. Until he opened his big stupid mouth again.

“So what you’re not as thin as your sisters or some other women? I like my women well fed and fuck sweetheart look at you! You’re as well fed as a heifer in spring!” he cheered, his eyes bright with joy and his mouth smiling wide. You on the other hand were frowning. Giving a cry of anger you pushed him off you and jumped from the bed. Angry tears began rolling down your cheeks as you looked for something to bash him with. Ah, a broom! Grabbing it you turned to swing it at him, Alwyn shouting in confusion and shock, only narrowing missing a stick to the face by leaping from the bed. You tried to swing at him again, but he grabbed the broom and pulled it forward, you along with it. He held you in his arms as you raged against him, sobs crying out.

“Hey! Hey! Come on princess, what now!” he exclaimed trying to soften the blows to his chest from your hands.

“It’s not fair!” you wailed, “It’s not fair!” Finally tired from all the excitement you slowed your assault, leaving you to sob into his chest, hands covering your face. You could feel his hands awkwardly rub your back. You hated him.

“What’s not fair?” he whispered.

“It’s not fair they look the way they do, and I’m left looking like this” you choked, “it's not fair they are called as fair as a swan in flight or, or as pretty as a sunflower in summer or as beautiful as Venus herself. And I’m left to be compared to a heifer! A heifer!” you broke down into more bitter tears by the end of your rant. Your tears left damp splotches on his shirt. He deserved it.

“ A very pretty heifer” he encouraged, making you growl in anger and restart your war against his chest.

“Ok! Ok! You don’t want to be called a heifer! I get it!” he exclaimed grabbing your wrists together to stop you.

“But you are as pretty as a sunflower, or as beautiful as a goose” he soothed, hands resting on your hips and fingers rubbing small circles.

“Swan” you sniffed.

“Right. As beautiful as a swan” he took a pause, “I thought they were the same thing? Aren’t swans just baby geese?” he questioned, head tilting slightly to the right.

“No!” you giggled; tears forgotten as you smiled watching as his own grin made its way to his face.

“Right, okay, so swans are swans and geese are geese?” he asked, a large smile gracing his lips. You giggled as you nodded your head.

“Okay, I get it now.” He nodded. “I don’t like swans. They are too pretentious, with really fucking long necks and stupid-looking faces. I like geese better” he remarked.

“I thought you didn’t know what a swan was?” you smirked, tears now drying on your cheek.

“I didn’t, I thought swans shrunk as they got older to be geese” he replied, face one of pure glee. This left you laughing deeply, your head falling back and a massive smile on your face.

“There’s my pretty girl” Alwyn cooed, watching you with pure love in his eyes. “I don’t know who ever made you feel this way about yourself, but they were fucking idiots. I mean look at yourself. As beautiful and as radiant as the first morning rays over a snow-covered mountain” he soothed, leaving a light kiss on your lips. Tears welled in your eyes but this time of joy.

“You’re pretty good-looking yourself. One might say handsome” you shyly smiled. He gave a chuckle before answering.

“Oh I know I am sweetheart.” He teased. You brought your lips to his and brought his hands to your arse, allowing him to squeeze. A moan came from both of you. But you still at one more question. Slowly removing your lips and giggling as he pouted you stared at him for a moment.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“When you said you fell in love with me?” you whispered, terrified you would break the spell between you two. Your fears dissipated as a dashing smile graced his charming face.

“I’m not a praying man, but I swear to any god that lives in heaven that it was the truth” he marvelled, hands resting once more on your hips, fingers falling into a familiar routine of small circles.

“I think I like you too” you softly spoke.

“Good to know princess.” He smirked, hands now rubbing up and down your sides “So how about you spread those pretty thighs for me and I find heaven for us both?”

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Hey guys it's mae!

I just wanted to have a quick discussion about the above topics just cause I want to make myself clear. I completely and utterly understand that it is not healthy to expect your partner (if you can call what these two have a relationship) to 'fix' your insecurities, that is something only you can try and work on. And yeah I don't think anyone will ever be without insecurities and therefore it is natural for partners to help each other through that. But you have to make the first step, even if your partner is the one to encourage you. I wrote this because of personal reasons and as a way of venting (don't worry it's mainly the feeling of my situation rather than based on any particular events). I see this as a fantasy and thus it does not relate to expectations of reality, you guys should view it as such too. There is nothing wrong with fantasising about someone rushing in and 'rescuing' ( i put them in inverted commas because he legit kidnaps the reader) you but I think it's also important to view yourself as your own hero. If anyone is struggling with body image issues and insecurities feel free to dm me (just remind me to post it privately I forget) and we can have a chat. I am not a licenced professional or anything but I can send you in the right direction. I know what it's like being told your entire life you're not good enough looks-wise. Anyway! I just wanted to make that crystal clear cause I do see people idolising a partner with the sole purpose of fixing their insecurities without putting the work in themselves or even helping their partners with their own insecurities. Also, you don't need a partner to be happy! It can be achieved, but this one goes out to us lonely bitches who just want to slow dance with someone.

All the best,

Mae xx

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