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bluebellwriting · 3 years

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Love Me Tender Part 6

Hey folks! I know it’s been a minute, I’ve been super busy with work and school, but I’m by no means done with this piece and you know I had to post something for Valentine’s Day (to make up for the fact that single and lonely 😆😭)

Despite popular belief, Hell does in fact freeze over. It’s Hell, after all, and in the world of pain and torture, everything is fair game. And it’s February, historically one of the coldest months for you back when you were living and certainly the most miserable in Hell too. The roads are slick with sheets of ice, you can’t walk a block without a three-foot icicle nearly spearing itself through you, and everyone’s car is perpetually trapped in a snowbank thanks to Lucifer’s “generous snow plow program.” Each winter day reminds you of the worst snow cyclones from when you were growing up in Brooklyn, cold yes, but in a way it’s all very sentimental. They remind you of the winter nights cuddled up with your siblings, hot chocolate in hand, listening to the winds blustering against your windows. It’s all rather lovely, in a strange way.

Your boyfriend of four months does not seem to agree, if the way he’s gripping you and nuzzling into your neck is anything to go by. You’ve been trying to extricate yourself from your practically shared bed for the last ten minutes, but each attempt only causes Alastor to pull you closer. He’s basically on top of you now, those boney forearms are stronger than you’d think.

“Sweetheart,” you whisper. “It’s time to get up.”

Alastor groans but otherwise your voice falls on deaf ears.

“Come on, we have to make breakfast and then--”

“But darling, it’s freezing,” he sighs. “And why would I go anywhere when I have my own personal heater right here.”

It’s really hard to stay mad at him, especially when he places sweet little kisses from your cheek to your shoulder and back again.

“Well your personal heater has some errands to run and needs to get her day started.”

“Ugh,” Alastor whines and inch by inch, begins to roll off of you. “How can you even stand to be out in that unbearable cold? Don’t you want to stay right here with me, your loving and adoring boyfriend?”

“You know I would,” you boop his nose. “But then I wouldn’t be able to get your present.”

His ears perk up immediately.

“Present?” He coos. “A present for lil’ ol’ me? Dearest, you shouldn’t have.”

“Yes, but I can’t pick it up until I get out of this bed.”

“Oh fine. I suppose I have some things to do for tonight as well,” he teases and kisses you on the nose before finally allowing you to shift out of bed.

“Although before you leave me,” he whines. “I have a little something to kick off the festivities.”

With a snap of his fingers, a red garment manifests in your arms.

“Oh, Alastor.” You run your hands over the thick velvet of the dress. “It’s lovely.”

“This is just the beginning, love. Now go try it on,” he shoos you off to the bathroom, then immediately curls back up into the comforter to protect himself from the draft leaking in from your window.

The dress is beautiful and warm. As soon as you change into it and assess yourself in the bathroom mirror it hits you that this has to be a customized dress. It fits you far too perfectly and the fabric is so soft, it’s like a blanket heating you up and snuggling you in. It’s either custom or enchanted with Alastor’s magic. Or maybe both, you wouldn’t put it past him to make this the perfect dress.

The last four months together have been a dream. A blissful and rapturous dream that you never want to wake up from. If you thought he was sweet before you began dating, then this is an entirely new level. You two are practically glued to the hip, and he finds a way to make every possible moment so enthralling and exciting that it doesn’t even matter.

Everything about him is just enthralling, and the best part is that he can’t seem to get enough of you either. It makes your face warm and your mouth split into a grin just thinking about it.

You poke your head out of the bathroom door and giggle at the sight of Alastor in his own personal blanket cocoon.

“Comfortable?” You ask.

“I’d be more comfortable if you were here with me.”

“While that sounds tempting, I wouldn’t want to ruin my fabulous new dress.”

He shoots up, blanket still around his shoulders, eyes wide and alert and trained on the way the bodice clings to your curves. It’s even more perfect than he could have expected.

“Do you like it?” He scoots to the edge of the bed and holds his arms out for you to step into.

“I love it.” You smile and step between his legs to fall into his embrace. “It’s perfect. Thank you, my love.”

“That’s just the beginning, dear,” he cheers.

“Alastor, you didn’t--”

“Nonsense! It’s our first Valentine’s together and it must be the best of all time!” Ever one for theatrics, with a flourish of his arm the room is filled with red roses.

“Oh my goodness,” you giggle and cup his face in your hands. “You darling man.”

Alastor melts into your hands, letting the softness of your palms warm his cheeks.

“Only for you, love.” He leans forward and nuzzles your nose. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

If you weren’t worried about getting to the store and back in time, you would have stayed here, exactly like this, for hours more.

“Let’s begin the day, shall we, love?” You whisper.

“But it’s cold!” He whines. “And you’re so warm!”

“Ugh, you’re such a southern boy,” you tease and pull away from him, if only to draw him out of his blanket nest and into the world.

“You love this southern boy,” he laughs and finally rises. With a quick snap, he’s dressed in a redder-than-average suit with one of the red roses on your floor now pinned to his lapel.

He hands you your coat, gloves, hat, scarf, and tries to force another sweater upon you but you stop him before you’re a complete bundle of wool and layers.

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Charlie must have gotten up early because the entire lobby is littered with hearts and confetti. Chocolates are on every available surface and your fearless leader is currently snuggling with Vaggie in matching heart sweaters. You watch Angel hand Husk a box of chocolates wrapped in a lovely bow. Hesitantly, Husk opens the box and spits out whatever he was drinking all over your brother before stomping away with a red face.

“What did you do to that poor man?” You call over.

“Just gave him an innocent token of my affections,” Angel chimes and shows you the contents of the box: three rows of chocolates with letters printed on each piece, spelling out “Best Dick Ever.”

“Angel, that is so vulgar,” you exclaim.

“It’s the day of love, sis.” Angel pops one of the pieces into his mouth.

“That is not love, my fellow,” Alastor chastises.

“Aww, that’s cute coming from you, strawberry pimp.”

“I’ll have you know that I am plenty romantic,” Alastor says incredulously. “Aren’t I, (Y/N)?”

“You are, love. The most romantic,” you coo. “Now I have to get going. Please be nice, boys.”

“And you,” Alastor leans down to pull your scarf tighter around you, “promise me that you will be careful. You’re sure I can’t come with you?”

“I’m sure, love. I’ll be fine. Angel,” you turn to him. “Be nice.”

“’K, mom,” he calls back to you, waving as you begin your journey into the chilly winds.

“So,” Angel drawls, sidling up to Alastor. “What are you doing for my sister on this ever most sacred day of love and affection?”

“Something special and perfect and I will not have you distracting me,” Alastor sighs and snaps his fingers, transporting himself to his cottage deep in the woods of the Pentagram. Because only a crazy person would want to walk out in that cold. Good thing Alastor loves your kind of crazy.

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It’s been a while since Alastor has been to his home, his actual home, one that is reminiscent of the large, Queen Anne-style homes of New Orleans. Dust is collecting on the counters and window sills, but that’s nothing that some quick magic can’t fix. The real task at hand is the redecorating and the meal he has to prepare for tonight to be as perfect as can be. This is certainly not the first time that you’ve been to his home but he’s hoping that it will be the last time that he calls it “his home.”

If he had it his way, tonight would be the night that Alastor asked you to marry him, to spend the rest of eternity -- or as long as you’d have him at least -- together in Hell as husband and wife, as partners in crime until the very fabric of the universe began to fray at the seams. He’s known for so long, long before you began your courtship, that he wanted to marry you and it took everything within him not to propose to you on your first date. But he had to be patient, suave, a perfect gentleman, because the last thing he wanted to do was scare you off with a hasty courtship and engagement. The last man who had attempted that with you, well, Alastor was still in the process of hunting him down so he could offer you his head on a spit. That was supposed to be the second part of your Valentine’s gift but alas, the wretched soul was more slippery than he had anticipated.

Hopefully you’d be impressed enough by the way he had decorated the house with some of your favorite colors and furniture from the 1940s, things to make it look more like a home you could share and grow into.

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The beauty about Hell in the wintertime is that there are so few people out on the streets to bother you. The sidewalks and roads are eerily quiet, the snow swallowing up distant sounds so the only ones left is the crunch of your boots. Your trip to Rosie’s had been quick, as the poor woman was overrun with sinners trying to buy up last-minute Valentine’s gifts. As she said to you in passing while gift wrapping some tacky jewelry for a panicked demoness, “good for business, bad for relationships.”

You clutched your gift bag close to your chest, guarding it from any muggers who would even dare steal the most perfect gift for your Alastor. This was weeks in the making and you were not about to let someone ruin your first good Valentine’s Day.

You approached the door to the hotel, already anticipating a warm fire to warm your cheeks and nose, when suddenly an arm is around you and you’re no longer in front of the hotel. No, after blinking your eyes to readjust, you’re now staring at Alastor’s home, which means the arm and body hugging you close belongs to your sweet, adoring, and sometimes startling beau.

“Alastor!” You squeal. “What have I told you about surprising me like that?”

“I’m sorry, love,” he chuckles. “But I just couldn’t have you out in the cold any longer.”

“If this wasn’t a day dedicated to love you’d be buried in snow right now,” you grumble.

“I don’t doubt that, sweetest. Now come on, the fire is waiting for you.”

When Alastor first brought you into his home it was your one-month anniversary. You were actually relieved when it wasn’t a massive mansion like most Overlords pick for themselves, and you couldn’t help but be charmed by the perfectly retro, 1920s decor.

But it’s different now. The living room has new, floral wallpaper and some of the furniture reminds you of... your old home back in New York.

“You redecorated,” you shiver as you allow the warmth of the home heat up your body. Alastor rubs his hands up and down your shoulders to warm you up as soon as your coat and layers have been shed.

“Do you like it?” He asks, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes.

“Oh it’s lovely,” you breathe and inhale, smelling the hot meal he’s probably slaved over. “Just surprising. What brought this on?”

“Oh, just, wanted to try something new. Are you ready for dinner?”

“I’ve been salivating since I first stepped into the door.”

Dinner is delicious, mouth wateringly incredible and cajun. But all throughout dinner you couldn’t help but notice the way Alastor’s knee bounced or the way his hand shook whenever he held his fork to his mouth. Not to mention the eery quiet between you two. You can’t seem to get more than a one-word response out of him. It makes your heart drop, and the way his eyes shift away from your gaze makes a pit form in your stomach.

“Alastor, love. Is everything alright?”

His eyes dart up to meet yours. His teeth worry his bottom lip and you can hear his fingers tapping excessively on his seat.

“Of course, darling. Everything is right as rain. Are you enjoying your food?”

“It’s amazing, Al. It’s always amazing.” You beam at him and reach across the table to hold on to his hand.

“If you don’t have any more delightful surprises for me, love, could I give you my gift now?”

“(Y/N) you didn’t--”

“I won’t even dignify that with a response.”

Reaching down beside your chair, you pull out the perfectly wrapped present and slide it across the table to him.

“It’s not much,” you explain. “But I hope you like it.”

It’s perfect. So perfect, the wrapping, the bow, the very idea that his darling has given him a gift at all, that he doesn’t even want to open it. As much as he wants to tear it open, there’s the urge to keep this moment preserved in his mind forever and ever, just in case his present to you goes south tonight.

But from the way you’re looking at him, eyes wide and hopeful, he knows he has to open it right now.

Inside is a little plastic... view finder? He’s really never seen anything like this. They look like binoculars but there’s a little white disk inside with small film negatives along the circumference.

“It’s a reel viewer,” you explain. “Put it up to your eyes and click the lever.”

So he does. And with each click he’s met with little candids of you and him, some from before your relationship began, some from after, all of them more perfect than the last and preserved forever just for him. His heart swells and warms an overwhelming amount. His joy leaks from his mouth and eyes, until it feels like the sun itself is pouring through his teeth and tears.

“Oh, (Y/N), darling...” he sniffles.

“I know it’s not much but--”

“It’s everything, dearest.” It really is. And more importantly it’s enough for him to get his act together. He feels like he can breathe again, like the fog of doubt has finally been lifted. What was he so worried about? You love him, of course, you love him.

“It’s perfect.” He rises and comes to kneel before you. “More lovely and wonderful than you will ever know. So much better than my gift to you but I hope you will love it all the same. I love it, (Y/N). I love you. So, so very much, dearest.”

“Alastor, I’m going to love anything you give me because I love you, sweetheart.” You peck his nose.

“Yes, well, that’s the thing. Because really, this feels more like just another gift from you to me.”

“Is it now?” You tease.

“It is...” he sighs. “I love you. I hope you never have to doubt that for an instant in your life. And I know this might be too soon, and you can say no for now, or forever, but I have never doubted for a minute that you are the one for me. My gift to you, love, sweetheart, darling dearest, is this.”

He motions to the dining room.

“The... dining room?”

“No, love,” he chuckles. “The house. My house... Our house. If you’ll have it. If you’ll have me.”

You gasp and tears flood your eyes so quickly that you have to blink them away to see Alastor’s hopeful eyes properly.

“You’re asking me to move in with you?”

“I am. I’m asking you to make this house, our home.”

“Oh, Alastor.” You launch forward and wrap your arms around his neck. You press your lips to his in a bruising kiss, letting him bundle you up in his own arms and grip your waist.

You pull way for a brief moment, short enough to mumble out a fervent series of ‘yeses.’

“Of course,” you say between kisses to his face. “Of course, I’ll move in with you.”

#alastor x reader #alastor x Chubby!reader #alastor #hazbin hotel #valentine's day #they say write the stories you want to see

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joecasualnerd · 6 years

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Number 17: Bismuth

A little behind the scenes thing for whoever happens to be reading this, I am writing every single one of these posts on a single word document first and then just copying and pasting them onto tumble with the title card.

Well I am on the 26th page and have written over 11,000 words, and I just thought that would be a fun thing to share with everyone.

All that said, let’s get into this episode because, yes, it is the only other double episode in the series, Season Three’s Episode 20 and 21, Bismuth.

Premise

Steven is playing a video game with the Crystal Gems cheering him on, only for everyone to get sad when Steven dies in the game. Lion is messing around with a novelty T-shirt that Steven has, so Steven goes to keep it away from him.

After Lion tries to take it again, Steven takes the shirt into the one place that Lion cannot get too, and that’s in the dimension inside of Lion’s mane.

As Steven hangs from one of the branches in the tree that just so happens to be in the mane, the branch snaps and Steven lands on the bubble that was in the Lion dimension.

Steven panics and tries to re-bubble the Gem that was in the bubble, only for it to form into a brand-new Gem. After the two stare at each other for a bit, Steven leaves the mane and tells the Crystal Gems about the Gem in the mane.

Upon hearing the description of the Gem, both Garnet and Pearl are stunned to hear about the Gem and request for Steven to take her out of the mane.

Steven goes back in and he manages to get the Gem out of the mane. While Amethyst has no idea who this new Gem is, Pearl and Garnet are in absolute shock, and Pearl runs into the Gem’s arms and we learn the Gem’s name, Bismuth (well within the show, the title card gave her name away).

Pearl and Garnet have immediate chemistry with Bismuth, making jokes about Pearl being an ex-slave and some light teasing at Garnet. Garnet and Pearl reveal that Bismuth was one of the original Crystal Gems and she formally introduces herself to Amethyst and Steven.

Pearl said that Rose told her and Garnet that Bismuth went missing, sparking a reaction from Bismuth and her asking where is Rose. Steven says that he has Rose’s gem and after some musing on how Rose was something else, Bismuth asks where everyone else is, rattling of names like Crazy Lace, Biggs, and Snowflake.

They take Bismuth to the Strawberry Battlefield and tell her that the war didn’t go so well, and they had lost many comrades, to which Bismuth begins to cry. Pearl and Garnet say that they managed to get Homeworld off planet, but that they are planning to come back.

Bismuth then becomes motivated to take on Homeworld, and manages to boost the group’s morale by saying that they have faced worse odds before, and they can do it again. She then declares that they are going to the forge.

What forge? Bismuth’s forge, because the audience learns that it was Bismuth who created the solid weapons during the war, and even presents some upgrades to the Crystal Gems weapons.

Amethyst shows some hesitation in trusting Bismuth, but that quickly disappears when Bismuth gives her whips some spike balls.

They all go back to the house to do some training, and after an awesome action scene, Bismuth invites Steven in on the action, but Steven says that the training may be a bit too intense for him.

Bismuth says that it’s a tradition for the Crystal Gems to spar before battle, and Steven says that there are some rituals that he likes better. Bismuth asks to see these rituals and we get a cute montage of everyone playing tennis, playing cards, making pizza, and end on everyone watching a Lonely Blade movie.

When the day is over, Steven says that Bismuth can relax on the couch and Bismuth says that she had a great time and that she might even actually try sleeping.

Steven says that he’s glad that Bismuth hasn’t tried to kill him like almost all the other new Gems that he has met, and Bismuth asks if she’ll see what Steven has on the battlefield the next day. Steven says he would, but that all his weapons are built for defense, except for one.

He show’s Rose’s sword to Bismuth, who marvels at her creation. Bismuth remembers how Rose changed her perspective on things, brings up that Rose came from Earth, and says that Rose gave her the opportunity to be whoever Bismuth wanted to be.

Steven says that he feels like he must live up to being Rose, and Bismuth says that Steven can be whoever he wants to be and says that she’ll give him an even better weapon.

They go to the forge and Bismuth says that Rose’s sword will always cut through the form of the Gem, but never the Gem itself. She then activates a secret elevator and when they reach a secret room, she reveals a new weapon, the Breaking Point.

Steven asks what it does and Bismuth, after giving a small speech, activates the weapon, shattering one of the training rocks. Steven is horrified to see this, and Bismuth explains that to definitively make sure that the Homeworld Gems won’t come back or take over, they need to use the Breaking Point to reduce them to shards.

Steven point blank refuses to use the weapon and says that shattering a Gem is wrong and that no one is using that weapon because it isn’t what a Crystal Gem would do.

Bismuth then remarks that what Steven is saying is exactly what Rose said. Steven tries to say that he isn’t rose, but Bismuth is not listening to him, thinking that it’s just Rose lying to her again since she had lied about everything else.

Bismuth goes to attack Steven and after a fight scene, Steven has the Breaking Point in his hand. Bismuth demands that Steven shatter her, and Steven won’t do it. Bismuth grabs the Breaking Point to use against him, and Steven grabs Rose’s sword and stabs Bismuth in the gut.

Bismuth says that he should have shattered her, and that if she was shattered then she wouldn’t have had to know how little she mattered. Bismuth then says that Rose didn’t even tell her friends what she did, and Steven says that he is going to tell the Gems everything.

Bismuth chuckles and then says, “Then you really are better then her,” and then poofs. Steven tosses the Breaking Point into the lava and goes back to the temple.

After explaining everything, the Crystal Gems take the bubbled Bismuth and set her in the Bubble Room, and they all go outside to comfort Steven, ending the episode.

Discussion.

You know what’s appropriate for a family show? Speaking about the complexities of war and trying to say whether it is right or not right to destroy a being with a complete conscious into several dozen smaller beings with a broken conscious in every one of those pieces.

Now there was, and for the most part still is, a debate on whether Bismuth was right or not in wanting to shatter the Homeworld forces, and that’s what I love about the episode.

It presents a moral conundrum about whether it is better to essentially kill your enemies or keep them as prisoners of war in bubbles.

Both aren’t the best options, but at least it is much safer to bubble the Gems and keep them in a secret place as to not have them return to the battlefield. However, if the Gem was shattered then there would definitely be fewer soldiers on the battlefield and potentially be used as a scare tactic.

There isn’t a clear answer, but there is a moral answer, don’t shatter Gems.

Now to me this is the better option, because let’s face it, Bismuth doesn’t know about the fusion experiments or the Cluster. She doesn’t know that even if the enemy Gems were reduced to shards that they could still potentially pose a threat.

Not only that, but if the Breaking Point were to be taken by the enemy and mass produced, then Bismuth would have just handed Homeworld a new weapon to destroy the resistance faster.

Not only that, but there could also potentially be a schism between the Crystal Gems, with one side favoring the Breaking Point and the other side favoring the bubble.

Rose, as a leader, saw this and made the decision to not let this potentially happen, since an army divided is going to lose. Bismuth was very much focused on completing her goals of shattering the Diamonds that she failed to think about the plan on a logistics level.

Again, this is my interpretation.

However, there is much more to the episode then the complex questions of war, and that is the fact that Bismuth said that Steven didn’t need to live up to Rose. Granted, it could have been used to convince him into using the Breaking Point, but I do think that she was sincere.

She was a builder and with the help pf Rose, Bismuth was given the choice of what to become, and she tells this to Steven. Steven can choose to be whoever he wants to be, and during this arc it is an important piece of dialogue.

Another important piece of dialogue is Bismuth saying, or implying, that Rose came from Earth. So not only was Rose protecting the planet from becoming a husk because she loved humans, but also because it’s where she was from.

Speaking of Rose, we get to see the image of Rose being broken down a bit by the reveal that she had lied to Pearl and Garnet about Bismuth’s whereabouts.

Why did Rose do this? Was she ashamed that she had to do this to one of her closest allies, or was it just a calculated risk to make sure that one knows about the Breaking Point?

Either way, it shows that Rose may have even more secrets that the audience will be clued in on later in the series (spoiler, they do).

Until next time, thanks for reading and have a pleasant time.

Peace.

#steven universe #top 25 #stevenmas #bismuth #bismuth (character)#analysis #discussion

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hela-of-ren · 7 years

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Goddess

Request: ok I am lIVING FOR THE FLUFF and cuteness but do you do smut too babe? If so, I'd like to request one where the reader is holding back from having sex with just anybody coz she wants it to be special - but when she she meets Kylo "Sex God" Solo (a.k.a triplet Kylo) she thinks hes the one. It's practically her first time but all the years of masturbation and pent up sexual frustration slowly turn her into a sex goddess and kylo sees both the shy part and this part and falls in love even more

Oh anon, I do indeed do smut! Granted I don’t think I write worth while sex scenes, I’m trying to get better and this is good practice! I feel this on a personal level, hence why I have not did the do so to speak lol. Plus with Kylo you know he’d make it SO GOOD for the reader, always encouraging her to explore him and take what she wants, ugh he’d be the best lover/boyfriend in the world. I hope you enjoy! <3

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror and inhaled slowly in through your nose and out through your mouth, willing you heart to calm it’s rapid beating. Your hands clutched tighter to the soft pink robe as your eyes made a small peek underneath at the black lingerie ensemble you’d chosen.

You’d gone a long time without ever having sex with another person, not that you lacked for any offers or opportunities. That and your fingers or vibrator were a major god send.

Most of the time with others around you sex was seen as something quick and dirty, often good for hookups in the dead of night with no foreseeable relationship in the out come. While you didn’t begrudge or judge anyone on such a thing, it just wasn’t for you.

You wanted your first time to mean something with someone that you trusted and most importantly, you wanted to feel comfortable.

Ever since you and Kylo found each other he never pressured you into anything, always waiting for you to make the first move and always showering you in praise.

You had been in a heavy make out session with Kylo 20 minutes ago when an entirely new feeling encased your insides and washed over your body in a sensual wave. Was this it? Was this the feeling of readiness?

So, here you were. Standing in your bathroom and anticipating what was about to go down between you and Kylo. You took a few more deep breaths and glanced one final time at your reflection before turning the bathroom light off and exiting the porcelain space.

Closing the door gently, you turned to be greeted by a beautiful sight. The lights had been slightly dimmed to a point where the only light available was from the moonlight and a few lit candles that smelled of rose and sandalwood. Go figure, that was the scent you always associate with Kylo.

Kylo sat on the bed in only a soft pair of cotton sweats and his hair held back in one of your hair ties. His arms rested on his knees and his hands were clasped together tightly, his toes curling into the floors soft carpeting every now and then.

At the sound of the doors soft click his head shot up and his lips opened into a small ‘oh’ as you let the robe fall in a moment of confidence. You attempt to keep your expression calm as Kylo slowly approaches you and god it should be illegal for a single human being to look so good.

His hands come up to intertwine with your own as his thumbs began to massage your palms gently, his eyes staying locked with yours the entire time. The amount of calm and relaxing energy he exuded was everything you needed. The way his thumb pressed into your skin in soothing motions sent warm waves through out your body and solidified your decision to be with him even more.

“You look...” He trailed off and released your hands to cup your face, a small smile appearing as your hands came to rest on his own, “There aren’t words for how beautiful you are.” His deep timbre combined with the poetry of his words nearly made you swoon on the spot.

You wound your arms around his shoulders and dug your face into his neck, your lips touching the shell of his ear.

“Take me to bed, Kylo.”

The breath that he let out in response sounded as if he’d ran a marathon, his arms slid under your thighs to lift you up as if you weighed no more than a feather. With the muscles he had you were sure you did.

Without letting go of you Kylo laid you down onto his black sheets and began a sensual assault on your neck, his big hands roaming the dips and curves of your body.

His lips ventured down between your breasts and pressed an open mouthed kiss, letting them glide slowly down until he reached your underwear. His hands slid down to your hips as his eyes sought yours, he wanted your comfort above all.

With a nod of your head your panties were gone as if by magic and replaced by the plush feeling of Kylo’s lips. He kissed your most secret place as if he was kissing your mouth, his passion never wavering and his hands firmly secured on your hips.

Your chest heaved and writhed from the sheer feeling of bliss he bestowed upon you, the feel of his tongue swirling in and out making you clutch the sheets until you swore you felt something rip. The noises you made only spurred him on, his entire mouth engulfing you until your orgasm ripped through you like a storm.

Your body felt as if it were floating, no amount of masturbation or dildos had ever brought you this satisfaction. A small smile graced your lips at the thought, your body tingling and thrumming against Kylo’s smooth sheets.

Kylo lifted himself up until he was above you, his arms sweeping underneath your back to heft you into a sitting position so that you knelt above him; his clothed cock pressed against your core. Your lips danced up his neck and traveled to the side of his face as he removed your bra until it became an old memory, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts.

His fingers could have been considered as one of the world wonders with the way they squeezed, pinched, and massaged every inch of your breasts; his head tilting back to give your lips more room. This only served to give you more space to moan into his skin.

Your hands traveled down his chest to his hardened abs and you dug in.

The feel of your fingers pressing into him caused a graveled groan to leave his throat, his hands leaving you for seconds to pull down his sweats as much as he could in this position. You giggled as he struggled and lifted your hips to assist, his sweats joining your bra on the floor.

Damn, he is definitely more than well hung.

You knew that without extra preparation his cock would not fit very smoothly. Feeling bold you grabbed his wrist and led his hand to your core, positioning his finger at your entrance. Without waiting you lowered yourself onto his finger until you were down to the knuckle.

God, his fingers were infinitely thicker and longer than your own. It was fucking amazing.

You began to grind and twist yourself on his finger as your hand clutched his wrist, his eyes beholding you in wonder and his lips open in a small ‘oh’. You pressed your forehead to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, his finger still crooked inside of you.

“Kylo, now...I need you now.” His eyes burned at your words as he removed his finger and came down to squeeze your thighs, your hips lifting to take his cock.

“Goddess...”

His whisper became a deep moan as you engulfed him in your wet heat.

“Fucking goddess...” His hands squeezed and massaged your thighs as you adjusted to his size and good gravy, he was quite the size. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your lips pressing to his temple.

“Kylo I- I don’t mmm...move...” Your pleasure jumbled plea translated easily to Kylo as he closed his eyes and smiled, his nose nuzzling your cheek and his hands grasping under your ass to rock you back and forth.

Your head fell back in a gasp of pleasure feeling him enter you slowly again and again. If you thought his mouth and fingers were good, this was ten times better and even more indescribable. You began to move your hips in time with his thrusts, your gasps and moans increasing with each stroke and push.

With a particularly powerful thrust from Kylo you fell back until your hands had to hold your body up right from behind, your hands clutching back into the sheets as your hips swayed and chest heaved.

Hearing Kylo’s grunts and groans brought a wide smile to your face as your hair flipped and brushed your lower back at the angle you found yourself in. You felt like the very goddess that Kylo had nicknamed you, controlling the pace and movement as if every choice was sacred.

A feeling so foreign yet so welcome built inside you as your thrusts met his own, excitement and confusion swirling around you.

“Kylo? I- I...oh god...” It was as if he was a master at understanding gibberish, able to read you like an open book. His hands slid under your knees and lowered you fully back onto the bed, his face so close to yours that the tips of his hair brushed your cheeks.

Your hands came up to cup his face as his hips began an even faster pace, slamming into you with a passion you didn’t know existed. He lowered his lips to yours in a messy kiss that was more tongue and teeth as you arched your chest up to meet his, every part of your bodies touching as if one.

“Fuck, the way you rode me just now,” His voice husked into your mouth, “You were so good, so fucking good.” His voice grew deeper as he thrust into you, his hands clutching even more at your thighs with your own anchoring in his hair.

The foreign feeling grew stronger and closer causing your eyes to shut tight and your mouth to open in a silent ‘oh’.

“That’s it, babe. You’re almost there...mnf-fuck you’re right there,” His words had your cunt clenching around his dick, “Come for me, my goddess...COME.” He bellowed into your mouth.

Kylo let out one last powerful thrust that had you seeing stars and moaning to a point where your voice cracked. His hips gave a few last lazy thrusts before he became still above you, his arms resting on either side of your head and his face buried into your neck.

You smiled breathlessly and combed your fingers through his hair, eyes closing in contentment as your breathing evened out.

“That was...perfect, Kylo.” Your voice brought him out of his bliss filled haze as he lifted his head and his eyes met yours.

“Really?” His eyes searched yours like a child seeking approval and your heart warmed, one of your hands coming down to stroke his cheek.

“Really,” You whispered and gently kissed his plush lips, “I love you, Kylo.” He smiled against your mouth.

“I love you too, Y/N. My goddess...” You giggled and pulled him down so that his body lay on yours like a blanket, your mutual sounds of laughter filling the night.

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