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midnight-black2 · 12 hours

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𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

pairing : farleigh start x reader

synopsis : you decide to show farleigh just how much you love him

disclaimer : praise, sub!farleigh, softdom!gn!reader, masturbation (m receiving), very sappy, just a bit vanilla unfortunately but i wanted to keep it gender neutral

note : this is loosely inspired by the song "to love" by suki waterhouse, so to enhance the reading experience, listen to it !!

it was dark outside, the moonlight spilled into your dorm through the window. farleigh lie next to you, peacefully. the two of you completely content with the warm silence that filled the room. completely content in just each others presence. he was looking at the moon and you? you were looking at him. he seemed, preoccupied; a look on his face you couldn't quite decipher.

"y/n?" farleigh called, softly.

"hm?" you hummed, eyes darting between his and his lips--you couldn't decide what was a better sight.

"i think you're the only person who's actually cared for me...loved me, even," he said, pensively as he kept his eyes on the moon. there was a beat of utter silence. "i mean, just think about it, you were supposed to be out having fun with your friends and instead you're here, with me. anyone else i know would've dropped me in a heartbeat."

"you don't know that," you answered, with a small frown.

"oh but yes i do," he countered, with a sigh. he chuckled, he didn't know how else to deal with his feelings but laugh. alas, he was never good at expressing himself through words. "it's just i-...why do you stay? even when im rude, or i don't communicate properly like im doing now, you stay. why?"

"because i love you, farleigh. you're the only person i've ever wanted to be around. we understand each other, and i understand you, all of you. your flaws and your strengths," you responded. it almost broke your heart the way he couldn't see how much he meant to you. "i love you so, so much."

"yeah?" he queried, a small grin creeping up on his lips, as he turned over to face you.

"yeah," you assured, returning the smile. he leaned in just a bit closer, your noses touching.

"let me prove it to you," you uttered out, against his lips. his brows furrowed slightly, as he swallowed shallowly.

"what?" he questioned. he knew what you meant, although he wanted to hear you say it.

"let me show you just how much i love you. then maybe you'll stop all this crazy talk," you said, eyes flickering to his lips. he nodded eagerly, a small smirk on his face. you pulled him into a kiss, a gentle one. you wanted to treat him right. your hand found its way to his cheek, holding gently. you slipped your tongue inside his mouth, before you adjust yourself to straddle him. you break away from the kiss, the both of you breathless.

"you're so pretty, love," you said, gazing into his eyes. his cheeks turned a crimson color, as he kept eye contact with you. you leaned back in for another kiss, before grabbing the hem of his jumper. he helped you in the effort of pulling it over his head. you tossed the sweater off to the side, before you trailed kisses down his chin, and to his neck. you left faint marks and hickeys on his smooth skin. he sighed pleasurably at the feeling.

your hands traveled down his unclothed chest , your fingers grazing his nipples, causing his breath to hitch in the slightest. you smiled at that, reminding yourself of how sensitive he really was. your hands found their way to his jeans. his eyes were trained on you, anticipating every single action you made.

"do you want me to continue?" you asked. after all, consent is hot. he squinted his eyes a bit, and scoffed.

"are you seriously asking me that?" he asked, sassily.

"yes, i am. do you want me to continue?"

"wha-yes! yes of course i want you to continue! please."

"that's all you had to say, love," you said, with a small laugh, before you began to unbuckle his belt. you then unbuttoned his jeans. he pulled them down, and you lifted your hips so he could get them off. you discarded the jeans to go along with his jumper. he was left only in his neon orange boxers. they were bold, they were very...him.

"interesting choice of boxers," you teased, with a chuckle.

"oh don't bully me," he replied, dramatically with an eye roll. nonetheless, there was an uncontrollable smile on his face.

"i like them, i do. they are definitely something you would pick." you both shared a laugh, before you kissed him once again. you smiled against his lips when he pulled away to say something.

"god, can't you just fuck me already? with all of this love and kissing you're making me feel so...i don't know," he protested, a prisoner to your stare.

"i wanted to take my time with you." he gulped, cheeks burning. he felt showered in love by you.

"i don't think i could love you anymore."

"likewise." you said, as you continued kissing his neck. your hand snuck its way into his boxers. your forefinger circled his tip. he whimpered, softly, but still audibly. he was growing harder by the second.

"you're such a tease," he said, breathily. you grinned as your finger traced up and down his length. you put him out of his torture, and finally form a circle with your fingers, properly stroking him.

"oh fuck," he whines, as he locks eyes with you. you smile softly at the sight of him, writhing and whining and moaning underneath you.

"you're such a good boy, farleigh," you say, quietly. he whines even louder, he didn't think he could handle it--he was gonna faint. you were being so kind, and he didn't even know how to handle it.

"i-i oh, oh my god," he moans.

"you're doing so well, angel," you praise, before enveloping him in yet another kiss, swallowing all of the sounds he let out. your pace sped up, your thumb rubbing the tip of his cock gently. he let his mouth fall slack, brows knitting together.

"s-shit please," he moaned. goodness, he wasn't even sure what he was begging for at that point.

"i love you so much, sweet boy," you kissed his forehead. he looked up at you, big doe eyes clouded and hazy with pleasure.

"l-love you too," he barely managed to mumble out. he whines as your hand twists and teases his length. "fuck, y/n, think m'gonna come."

"come whenever you want to, my love," you responded, admiring him as he breathed more heavily. soon enough, he stayed true to his word, cumming. he felt utter euphoria wash over him, as his mouth fell impossibly more open in a silent moan. you rode out his high, slowing down your pumps. he could hardly breathe, but there was a content smile on his lips.

"you did so good f'me, farleigh," you said, before pecking lips softly. "now do you believe i love you more than life?" there was a beat of silence as he tried to catch his breath, he smirked a bit.

"i don't know, you might have to prove it to me again."

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#dom!reader #smut #dom reader #saltburn #farleigh start #farleigh x reader #farleigh saltburn #farleigh smut #soft dom reader #sappy

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winnienora13 · 2 months

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Regulus sits on James lap and snuggles into his chest*

James-You’re not mad at me anymore?

Regulus-I am still very mad at you

James-Sooooo…What is this?

Regulus-Don’t mention it.

James-…

Regulus-*sighs*embarrassing proof of my addiction

James-addiction to what?

Regulus-Don’t make me even more mad James Potter

James-I knew you loved me *beaming and proud

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artiststarme · 3 months

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Steve keeps brushing off Eddie’s flirting and thinking he isn’t interested while putting his all into flirting. Eddie is losing his mind until eventually he snaps. He literally jumps up in the middle of a movie everyone is watching when Steve tangles their hands together and screams for all to hear.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Harrington! Either kiss the fuck out of me or stop flirting with me like you mean it and holding my hands during a chick flick!”

Steve blinked at him. “So you mean you like me back? Well why didn’t you just say so?!”

“I’ve been flirting with you for months! As soon as you took your shirt off, I started making moves. I was flirting with you in the Upside Down!”

“Well I was a little distracted then! And besides, you should’ve made it more obvious,” he said with all the sass he could muster.

“Holy shit Steve, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered exasperatedly before grabbing Steve’s face and mashing his lips to his.

#meanwhile the entire party is looking at them in shock and disbelief #Robin is just rubbing her hands together like an evil mastermind because this unveiled better than she could’ve ever imagined it #Dustin is horrified and Mike is actively planning Steve’s murder #Lucas is just wondering why seeing Steve’s hairy chest caused Eddie to catch feelings #Max understands #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #sappy #ficlet

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texaschainsawmascara · 1 month

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Sappy - Nirvana / Strangers - Ethel Cain

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nburkhardt · 3 months

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Cuddling prompts you say?

1, 2, 8, and 30 🖤❤️🖤❤️😘

So many!

I went with number 2- Tracing scars and pressing into beauty/birth marks.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

There’s a birth mark on Eddie’s arm that’s hidden within his tattoo of bats. It’s nothing too noticeable, he only knows about it because Eddie pointed it out to him during their second date. Told him that it’s the reason he even got the bats in the first place.

Steve’s finger lightly drags against it, memorizing the shape.

“What are you doing?” Eddie laughs, tapping the side of Steve’s head. Watches as the finger stops and hops to one of the bats, dragging again around it before stopping. Repeating the action again on all of the bats and ending by all of his fingers are laying on top. “Babylove?”

Steve hums, looking away from Eddie’s arm to his face. Mentally connecting his freckles before meeting his eyes. “Just looking at you”

Eddie shakes his head with fondness, “Sappy this evening?”

Steve’s lips tug into a smile as he shrugs and walks his fingers along Eddie’s arm, finding the fading scars from the demobats and pressing lightly to them then shifts his body more against Eddie. Feeling arms go around him and pressing their bodies closer.

“And if I am?”

Eddie laughs at the slight bitchy tone, squeezes Steve once and pressing his lips against him. “No need for sass, Honeyboy, just whatcha thinkin’?”

Steve hums and closes his eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere in their bedroom. Loving the feel of Eddie breathing against him, the weight of his arms against him. Hoping to remember this moment in time for the rest of his life, telling himself that this will be a story for the future.

“Thinking about how we made it out, that you’re alive and here,” he starts explaining, resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder, “making sure I remember everything about you. I’m thinking how much I love you”

Eddie’s heart starts beating faster, feels his face get warm. Squeezing Steve against him a little tighter and pressing his lips against the side of his head again for a long moment, before relaxing and sighing with a smile.

“We did it, Sweetheart. Can’t believe it sometimes that I am. That you’re here with me.”

Steve shifts and turns around to face him, a smile on his face. A blush of his own, “now who’s the sappy one”

Eddie laughs and it’s contagious. They’re both laughing, enjoying the sounds and each others presence. Both making sure to memorize this moment, enjoying the weight of each other.

It’s been a year since Vecna and two years since they made their relationship official. Things aren’t always perfect, people still question Eddie, question Steve too. But they’re not letting the little things get to them, they’ve been through an hell and a power hungry man turned monster.

Nothing can get to them or their love for each other.

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Hope you liked it! I’ll try writing something with the other three prompts another time ❤️

It’s not mentioned in the fic but I hope you put it together that the birthmark is vaguely shaped like a bat. And surprise! It’s an au where they got together before Vecna :D they’re sappy bois.

Cuddling prompts

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fic #nburkhardt writes #simplebtromance #soft bois #sappy #Eddie’s definitely the type of person to see something in weird shapes #he and Steve cloud gaze a lot

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mrsjellymunson · 1 month

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🎂🥂🎉🎈🥳 It’s My 1 Year Tumblrversary!!!

This month marks one year since I joined Tumblr, and I just wanted to say a massive THANK YOU for the welcome and support I’ve had since I got here (which I hope I’ve returned in some small way). Also, of course, for the stunning and tremendous writing, the art, the edits, the gifs, the stories, the hilarity, the angst and, yes, the exquisite smut that I’ve been fortunate enough to read ❤️

I wasn’t certain I’d ever be brave enough to share any writing, but with encouragement, a little guidance and some balls manifestation I eventually did, and I’m so glad I took the plunge. I also want to sincerely thank EVERYONE for every like, comment, reblog, comment reply and tag. It’s all helped to make me feel like I’m meant to be here.

Whether we’ve bonded over embroidery or ear plugs or all the different versions of Eddie, I want to say you genuinely change my days for the better and ILY all 💗

Yours, sappily and embarrassingly gushily,

Kittie 💋🐈

I still don’t know exactly how everything works (Tumblr doesn’t make it easy), but I do know that it’s likely that hardly anyone will see this, so I hope nobody minds that I’ve tagged a few people who have made my first year here all the more enjoyable, whether with reading, writing or general interaction.

(in no particular order and not at all exclusive, plus there’s a tag limit - THERE ARE SO MANY MORE!) @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @steddieas-shegoes @wynnyfryd @bettyfrommars @indulgence-be-thy-name @morningberriesao3 @lesservillain @raccoonboywrites @themultiverseofmars @deathbecomesthem @justsomestoriessx @voyeurmunson @abibliophobiaa @msgexymunson @somnambulic-thing @word-wytch @boomhauer @manda-panda-monium @jemmacdraws @jqmunson @the-unforgivenn @ghost-proofbaby @trashmouth-richie @blueywrites @munson-blurbs @carolmunson @hellfire--cult @eddies-house @loveshotzz @harrywavycurly @pinkrelish @bimbobaggins69 @mmunson86 @ghost-proofbaby @sadlittlesquish @eddiessluttywaist @lonelysatellites @roanniom @corroded-hellfire @dr-aculaaa @neonghostlights @sunshinepeachx @berenwrites @bramble-berries @eiightysixbaby @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @storiesbyrhi @apomaro-mellow @sofiiel

#personal #1 year tumblrversary #happy tumblr birthday to me #stranger things fanfic is my family now #1year #where did that go #thank you all for being utterly brilliant #sappy #gushy #emotional #ty #TYSM #ily 💗

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write-it-motherfuckers · 1 year

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Person A: “I could have done that for you.”

Person B: “I know, I just didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness.”

Person A: “...I don’t mind being taken advantage of, if you’re the one doing it.”

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extra-v1rgin · 1 year

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AN/Disclaimer • Soft sex, fingering, piv, so sappy it hurts actually, fem! reader

This fic has references to my other work Something Blue, but mostly works as a standalone!

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You undress in the bathroom slowly. You’re aware that Giyuu lingers just beyond the door, awaiting your arrival. He never seemed to care about undressing in front of you, even when navigating how you actually wanted to go about being husband and wife. He might’ve barely been able to kiss you, or share a bed, but didn’t mind you seeing him completely nude.

You have much more apprehension about your body. Even thinking about him seeing your nude chest or legs (especially spread beneath him) makes your head spin. Truly you could’ve finished undressing quite some time ago, but are still hesitant to completely remove your last barrier between his eyes and your body.

“Giyuu,” you call. Resting your head against the door you sigh. “I don’t know if I can do this after all.” This night has been carefully planned, but your embarrassment is simply too strong. Maybe if you were blindfolded, or if he could just fuck you clothed. What’s supposed to be a silly stray thought seems almost convincing in your cloudy head.

Your husband cracks the door open slightly, just so one of his blue eyes can look at your face. “That’s fine. We can just go to bed.” And though the words should be reassuring it just makes the guilt bite into you harder. He shows no regret, no anger, or anything negative at all. That doesn’t change the fact that you feel like he deserves to have something nice. It’ll be nice for you too.

Gathering courage you step out and into the room fully. Your cotton robe sits on your body still, but if needed it could be easily removed. You still can’t look into his eyes, but you do lean into his touch. Tomioka wraps his hands loosely around your waist. You bury your face within his chest, a favorite hiding place of yours.

“Or uh- we can just see where things go.” You have to force out the words before you can change your mind once more. The knot in your stomach tightens slightly.

He picks you up, something the man seems to enjoy doing. The subtle show of strength has always driven you crazy, and now it feeds further into your frenzied state. You’ve only been lifted for a brief moment, the bed mere feet away, but you soak up the feeling while it lasts. Giyuu’s hold always manages to stay gentle even as he supports your complete weight.

Once laid over the sheets he leans over to linger on top of you. His gaze is slightly unnerving, eyes focusing solely on you. “Do you want to kiss?” The words sound slightly clumsy on his tongue. Giyuu has never been good with his words. It’s endearing in its own way.

You keep your arms wrapped lazily around his neck. “I wan- I want to do more than kiss.” The words are hard to force out. They’re not as seductive as you meant them to be, but it still makes Tomioka’s cheeks burst with a blush.

He leans down slowly to put his mouth over yours. Kissing is one of your favorite things, a skill you’ve worked hard to master over the past few months. It’s why you’re so quick to let your tongue peek out, looking to explore his mouth further. For now, the man uses one hand to hold himself up, the other cradling the back of your head. It curls into your hair, keeping you pressed against him.

For a few minutes, all you do is kiss. Every time you move in deeper you feel another pulse between your legs, arousal starting to make its way through your body. The shyness you felt is still strong but takes a backseat in your mind for now.

Spurred onwards your kisses eventually drift away from his lips and instead move down his neck. This territory is still relatively familiar, keeping you placated for the moment. His hand grips your head harder, urging you into his chest. Cute little pants fall from his lips, bouncing against the top of your head.

You’re not really sure how leaving hickies works if you’re doing it right. For a few seconds, you simply lick and suck at a spot, which occasionally turns into a cute purple bruise. Giyuu is always surprisingly gentle with you and hardly leaves any marks in return. Even when you urge him against your neck or shoulders you’re lucky if you’re left with one or two little spots. You’re always excited to leave reminders of your own love.

After a few pretty pieces have been scattered over his collarbones you let him have his turn with you. Slowly you edge closer to the end of everything he’s done to you. Normally after kissing, you’ll pant for a few minutes, calm down, and go back to normal cuddling. Giyuu never dips his lips below your shoulders, never lets his hands move from a soft hold on your waist.

When he lets his teeth barely scrape over the top of your robe it forces a shudder out of you. Embarrassingly your hips twitch upwards, nudging into his own. The only bit of cloth covering you is flimsy and shifts easily with every bit of movement. Still not ready to be completely exposed your hand tugs the fabric back over your legs, keeping it overlapped.

Surprisingly Tomioka lets his teeth dip into your skin again. It’s hard to catch his gaze when his head hovers right below your chin, but you do manage to see his eyes looking up at you through thick lashes. The warmth in his eyes seems less innocent and forces your stomach to curl again. You don’t know if you want to push him closer or pull him away.

He makes the decision for you. With another chaste kiss pressed over the beginnings of the hickey he draws back to eye level. Giyuu’s hand uncups the back of your head, moving instead to tug at your robe.

“Can I see you now?” His voice is slightly hoarse. As he speaks you can only focus on how red and wet his lips are. The arousal and anxiety fight inside of you. The idea of pushing him back and going to bed like normal is slightly alluring, but you’re more excited by the feeling of his lips exploring more of his skin.

With a quick nod, you usher him to pull your robe open. As he tugs the fabric to the side your eyes fall shut, nervous at his reaction. You’re still not completely exposed, but now both you and Giyuu are only protected by thin strings of underwear. The man might be comfortable without a shirt, but you’ve never had your chest exposed to him.

Your husband attempts to comfort you with a few gentle kisses. While his mouth keeps you distracted a hand slowly rises to cup one of your breasts. The feeling isn’t exactly pleasurable, but it’s vaguely nice to feel his skin against yours. At the very least it works to calm your racing heart. He can probably feel the way it thumps under your skin.

When you’ve started to relax back into the sheets Giyuu pulls back to gaze at your nude chest. His eyes are blown wide, focused on your hardening nipples. As his mouth moves to kiss one of your tits as a thumb rubs over the other.

His hand works hard to stimulate your nipple. The rough callouses you know well only aid his attempts. You find your back curling again, small whimpers falling from your lips. When Tomioka captures the other nipple in his lips and sucks hard, an embarrassingly loud moan triumphs over all the other noises you’ve made. He repeats the action a few times. Each time you let out a strangled cry his teeth scrape over the delicate flesh.

As he drinks in the noises his actions get bolder. You weave one hand into his hair and occasionally claw at his back with the other. You’re trying to be gentle too, but as his movements inspire a fire in you, you can’t help the way your nails sink into his skin. Giyuu’s hand moves down to your waist, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. Slowly he brushes one of your legs to the side, so he can slot one of his own between yours.

It’s tempting to grind down on the thigh hovering right below your pussy. You’re still not entirely sure how any of this works, but it felt good to buck your hips upwards earlier. The fire in your stomach is only growing, curling around your insides. It appears the man is experiencing something similar—If the feeling of his length hardening against your thigh is anything to go off of. You let your leg shift slightly to rub directly against the area. As he slides against you his dick drags over your skin.

Despite all your own whimpers and urging, you’re still surprised when he lets out a low groan in return. There’s suddenly a bit of stickiness, wetness, that you can feel even through his fundoshi. The head of his cock is pressed against the wet fabric, kissing your body in turn. As he continues to mess with your breasts you’re suddenly caught with the urge to pull him back. As you lightly tug on his hair, forcing him off your body, he looks back into your eyes.

Struggling to form words you find your hips wiggling again. “Can you, um- can you t-touch me?” The unspecific request can barely escape your throat. His face is already as red as possible, but you’re sure if he could then the man would blush even more. His leg moves upwards, directly against the heat of your cunt.

“You want it here?” Whether he’s trying to be seductive or not the words send another shudder through your body. Biting your lip you nod.

Softly he presses another kiss on the corner of your lips. His hand pulls from your waist and traces over the thin panties you wear. After only a few minutes of slow kissing and vague bumping you’re already soaked. The fabric sticks to your body, outlining your pussy. As his fingers pet your cunt, he doesn’t yet bother to remove the cloth. His fingers poke and prod until you let out soft little moans in response. As your back arches upwards you fling an arm over your face. The sight of his eyes working across your nude body brings the nervousness back. It means that his touches are more of a surprise than before, heightening the feel.

When he peels off the last piece of armor you shudder at the cool air pushing against your insides. Your husband is unbearably slow as he inches the fabric down your legs. He lifts your foot upwards and lets his lips linger against your ankle as he finally discards them. Peeking out from the shield of your arm is a grave mistake. The man looms over you, staring down at your exposed cunt. His eyes look almost black, hues darker than their usual dusty blue. Flushed cheeks and red lips lead your eyes further down, which then move to his smooth chest. Giyuu’s dick is the only thing not yet exposed, but with how it pushes against his fundoshi there’s not much left to the imagination. You’re quick to hide your face again, which is embarrassingly met with a chuckle from Giyuu.

He leans forward, keeping your ankle resting against his shoulder. Like this you’re left completely bare, your cunt exposed. Without the barrier between skin, his touches are much more noticeable. He’s trying hard to be gentle, but you still can barely handle the sensations. There’s lube somewhere to the side of the futon, but you’re wet enough that his fingers glide through easily for now. As he spreads your labia apart Tomioka rubs small circles into your skin. He works his way upwards slowly until he finds your clit, pressing his thumb against it. Never having touched the spot before you’re not expecting the burst of electricity that courses through you.

“Oh Giyuu, ngh please there,” you cry out. You’re less ashamed about rubbing your hips against his hand this time, prompting him to touch the spot again. Your husband experiments with different methods of touching the spot, curling his fingers against it, or drawing more patterns. It’s tempting to beg him to just do this, chase after your own pleasure, and end it here.

Despite your happy whimpers and pleas that fall from your lips he eventually moves from the spot, finally moving to the actual opening of your cunt. As he pokes a finger in, almost fearfully, you’re surprised at how easily it moves inside. The man buries the single finger as far as he can push it in. Though the feeling isn’t as magical as when he was messing with your clit, there’s a different kind of pleasure derived from it. His finger is warm, pumping in and out slowly. It curls around your insides, poking at your insides.

It’s almost relaxing in a way. Even when he slips in another finger you’re loose enough to remain unbothered by the larger intrusion. You let your arm move off your face, instead choosing to admire the man as he focuses on your cunt. The embarrassment is mostly gone now, floating to the back of your mind. The sight of Tomioka is much more appealing than any worrying thoughts.

His dark hair is loose, slipping over his shoulders. It matches beautifully with the pink and purple marks that cover his skin. Most of the bruises are rather faint, but a few purple blotches and teeth marks line his chest. Your eyes float down to admire the sparse hair that disappears below his fundoshi. Maybe next time you’ll convince that man to let you explore his body first instead, have him spread out before you with your hand stroking his length.

Distracted by his appearance you’re caught by surprise when he stretches his two fingers open. Testing the elasticity of your pussy forces a loan moan from your throat. Giyuu’s eyes flicker back toward your face before recreating the motion. Your face contorts again, eyes rolling upwards. With each repeat of the movement more wetness spills from your insides, urging him to continue. Your ankle sits on his shoulder still, but the hand holding it switches back to your hip.

Pinning you in place he swings his fingers upwards again. You’re stomach twists even tighter. A third finger is added so smoothly that you hardly notice. It’s stretching you wide open effortlessly. There’s a slight burn now, but the pain is negligible. It’s testing the boundaries of your cunt, attempting to see if you’re anywhere near ready to take his dick.

As your moans fade away, Giyuu slows his pace slightly. “Is it, is it hurting now?” His eyebrows knit slightly, lust slightly wavering.

In an attempt to calm him, you try to draw the man toward you. Your hip is still lifted high on his shoulder, fingers buried inside you. Brushing some hair away from his face you press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“It’s fine. I don’t feel as ah- good? Not good, pleasurable I think- Or uh, fuck.” You laugh against his lips. Trying to put together a coherent sentence with your scattered mind is nearly impossible. “It doesn’t hurt.” You finally settle for answering his question more directly.

There’s a cute little pout on his face as he tries to understand your nonsense. “Should I stop?” His fingers settle back together, giving your walls a chance to relax.

Distracted by his red face and slick lips it takes a few moments to create a proper response. “N-no! I wanna do this with you. It just feels like, like there’s fingers inside me.” You giggle again. Most of the shyness has been washed away, instead replaced by a mixture of pure admiration and desperateness.

The man presses another kiss against your lips and begins to pump his fingers again. As he tickles the bottom of your G-spot your walls squeeze him again. Sighing happily you keep your arms wrapped around his neck, holding the man close to you. The pleasure of his lips returning to your neck is better than that of his fingers, which are slowly stretching you again. But you’re placated, content to feel him so close.

Once the glide is once again smooth, giving way to more intense pleasure, Giyuu removes his fingers entirely. You whimper at the empty feeling. Your cunt attempts to tighten around nothing, struggling to return to its original state.

As he pulls back you’re shocked to find the man looking just as desperate. “Do you think that’s enough?” His voice wavers at the end, eyes looking straight into yours. He lets your leg lower for a moment, the muscles groaning in relief.

“S-sorry, I’m meant to take care of you too.” Pushing yourself into a seated position you stretch your sore muscles. Drawing him towards you, you let his hips slot in between yours.

“It’s fine.” He’s trying to sound cool and even, but his breath picks up as his dick brushes against your leg. When you let your thigh purposefully drag against him again his fingers dig into your skin.

Reaching down blindly you brush your hand over the tip of his cock. The fundoshi is nearly soaked through, precum making the fabric slightly transparent. Reaching towards his side you tug the side of the fabric until it slips free and comes undone. Casting the fabric to the side so it can disappear with the rest of your clothes, you’re finally met with the sight of his exposed cock.

The tip is a soft brownish pink, barely peeking out from the cover of his foreskin. The entire shaft is soft pale skin to match the rest of his body. Though you were already aware of its length, it’s much more intimidating when uncovered.

Looking back up, Tomioka’s eyes are closed. His bottom lip is stuck beneath his teeth, eyebrows knit closed together. Paying close attention to how his face twitches and shifts, your hand slowly wraps around his cock. Watching his eyes fly open you squeeze the skin slightly. “Is that how I’m supposed to do it?” Curiously you move your hand in a vague pumping motion.

“L-like that.” Tomioka leans into your shoulder, sucking in sharp breaths as you move again. Testing out different holds you find a pressure that draws the best noises out of him. Each sigh and groan blows warm air into your ear. He lets his tongue occasionally peek out to lick at the skin.

Stopping for a moment you fumble around the sheets until you find the small bottle of oil saved for this. Grabbing the tiny jar and popping the top off you let the slick substance slide over your hand. When you grab his dick again the movement is ten times smoother. As you continue with the motions you spread the lube back onto his cock.

Pulling back you kiss him again, deep and tender. Your dry hand moves up to cup his face. His hands guide you to lie in the sheets once again. Stretching your legs wide apart you watch him guide his length in between.

As he parts your cunt apart and dives back into it a loud involuntary moan leaps from your throat. The noise bounces into Giyuu’s mouth, which is swallowed as he keeps his mouth over yours.

The intrusion is nothing like his fingers. It’s bigger, solid, reaching deeper inside you. One of his hands reaches down clumsily until it reaches your clit again. Dragging the skin upwards he echoes earlier motions to further stimulate you. It serves as a wonderful distraction from the slight burning stretch.

Pulling back his hips slightly he pushes deep into you again. You’ve tucked yourself into his shoulder, face buried in his smooth hair. Gripping the dark locks you tug gently with each bump of his dick inside of you.

As your walls relax slightly the feeling inside you grows more and more pleasurable. Tomioka moves in slow even strokes that don’t push you too much. His pace is almost perfect in its consistency. You clench around his cock. There’s a constant wetness still managing to escape your cunt, as stuffed as you are. Your body is probably doing more work to ease the movement than the oil is.

As both of you settle back into something familiar you’re able to explore other aspects. His fingers continue to rub at your clit, occasionally dipping down to trace the edges of your hole as he enters it. Your lips mold to his, barely pulling away to breathe.

Your hands are still wound in his hair. One wanders down to feel the muscles in his back flex as he fucks you. His strength is a blessing, being able to hold you and keep moving constantly, barely breaking a sweat. Your own body is coated in a fine layer of sweat despite the considerably less amount of work you’ve done.

Pushing yourself up slightly you crane a hand forward to grip your knee. Giyuu nearly stops, curious at your movement. Right as he slowly thrusts back in you manage to yank your leg upwards. Your other leg is folded too but hasn’t quite bent against your chest like the other has. With more space around your cunt Giyuu slips even deeper inside. His hips slap yours as he’s pushed in fully. Realizing the purpose of your actions he slips his hand away from your pussy (which is a tragic loss) and helps to hoist your other leg upwards too. It forces a strangled scream as his thrusts get more furious.

Your husband is the closest to you he’s ever been. It’s a far cry from when he was too scared to even be in the same room as you. Over time it shifted to small things, letting his hand brush against yours, a shy kiss or murmured compliment. Now he lets his tongue lick over your skin as he fucks into you as hard as humanly possible. (Actually, you’re fairly certain that he could thrust into you much harder, but you’d probably die in the process.)

“I love you!” The declaration falls from your lips easily. The simple phrase sounds deceivingly erotic as it echoes through the air. “Oh Giyuu, please. I need you so bad, you’re so amazing, I love you-“ Continuing to blabber mindlessly you hold yourself tighter against him.

Pushing all the way inside you he grinds his hips against yours. His pubic hair now stimulates your cunt, scratching you deliciously. Though your hips burn with the stretch you keep them angled upwards. With his body keeping you in place your hands are free to roam again.

“G-giyuu I’m gonna, ngh- I’m gonna cum. I think I’m gonna cum!” The feeling in your body builds up higher and higher. Tomioka’s hand gropes your breasts while the other keeps digging into your hips.

He keeps forcing his cock deeper into you. Pulling you closer he plunges inside you one last time and grinds down harder on your pussy.

Opening your mouth you force out one more grunt. Your body curls up around him and then flexes backward. Your hands are probably ripping out his hair, muscles clenched tight. As he starts to slowly hump you again— guiding you through the feeling —you shudder.

You’re surprised when he pulls out completely, cock still wet and hard. As he lowers you to the ground you go limp. He sits between your legs now, still breathing heavily. Giyuu’s hand drifts back to his dick.

With a tired sigh, you force yourself upwards. Nudging his arms away you scoot back onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist more gently. “Can I take care of you now?” Batting your eyelashes you let your hand sink back into his lap. It takes a bit more shuffling (which must be upsetting for Tomioka, further prolonging his release) to get into a proper position. Sitting on his thighs it’s easy to reach down to his dick. It jumps in your grasp immediately. Covered in your own wetness the slide is smooth and quick as you recall your earlier motions.

Your forehead dips down to touch his. As your breath mingles both sets of eyes look down at the length in your hands. Pushing a thumb against his slit causes him to jolt violently. He nearly knocks you off his lap.

Looking back to him you try not to laugh as you speak. “Was that good? Or did it hurt?”

“You’ll know if you hurt me.” His voice is so raw and gravelly. It sends shivers down your spine.

Pressing on his tiny slit again you rub your thumb over the seam. The rest of your fingers trace over his foreskin or the small veins that raise up over the member. As you dip down to the base you can see more evidence of your release left in his pubic hair.

You’re so distracted by the smallest movements and jumps that you’re shocked by his orgasm. As pearls of cum spill from his tip you’re quick to spring into action. Rising slightly you angle your hips to let him plunge inside you. Lowering your cunt onto him once more you allow him to finish releasing within your warm walls. You’re jolting with each burst of his cum.

Giyuu grips your hips to bring you down to sit on his cock fully. Caught by surprise his moans get cut off as he holds you tighter. His back arches just like how yours did, mouth opening to let out a scream. Once he gets his voice back he can only manage unintelligible grunts.

When Tomioka collapses backward you’re left still sitting on top of him. Moving slowly, aware of the intrusion within you, you settle your chest on top of his. His cock is softening inside your walls, shrinking slightly. It feels strange now that he’s not thrusting into you.

His arms wrap around your back. It seems that the tiredness has finally caught up to the man. Underneath you, his chest rises and falls slowly. Raising your head you look down at his face. Tomioka’s bangs stick to his forehead, pasted on with sweat. Brushing them off to the side you clear his eyesight so your husband can have the pleasure of looking at you as well.

The smile that blooms on your face is natural. Curling over him you press a kiss to his cheek. Both hands cup his face, keeping him close to you. “Thank you. You’re amazing.” In between words you sneak in more kisses. The chaste nervous feeling has come back. But it feels better this time somehow, accompanied by giddiness and a relaxed feeling.

With a groan Giyuu wraps his arms around you. As you press into his chest your head settles on his shoulder. He seems content to lie there and let you trace his features. Warm breath bounces against you fingers as they trace his cheeks.

“I love you.” He’s said the words before, and they never fail to make your heart melt. Turning he presses a sloppy kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you too.” You fumble around before managing to push yourself up. Falling to the side you let his cock escape from your insides. The rush of cum that leaves after makes you shiver.

You should probably clean up. Or move from the sheets soaked with all kinds of juices. It’s more tempting to stay curled beside Giyuu. Eventually you’ll be uncomfortable and sticky enough to be prompted to move. For now you’re content to be wrapped up in your husbands arms.

#kny #nsft #kny fanfic #no manga spoilers #tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu x reader #piv #tomioka #tomioka giyuu #reader insert #fem reader #married couple #sappy #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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smallgronk · 7 months

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This Community: A Love Letter <3

When I originally joined Tumblr, it was because reddit was being fucking dumb and I didn't want to support it. I had been a user for almost a decade and it really was frustrating to leave a platform I enjoyed so much. It turns out to have been one of the best things to ever happen to me. I went from a lurker to being active in a wonderful community here on Tumblr. I originally joined because I wanted to see the same memes I got from reddit, and I loved the horny vibe mixed in. It was right when I was beginning to explore myself for the first time in my life, rather than just floating along. When I got here, it took me a bit to find my feet, and holy shit was the effort worth it. I struggled with feeling like I was invading, but so many people took my hand and let me know I was welcome all the same. Whether I knew what I was or not, and because of that I was able to truly immerse myself fully in a vibrant queer community for the first time. I had plenty of interactions with many in the queer community before, but not from the inside like it happened here. I finally was able to figure out something that made me feel comfortable with myself. I realize in hindsight, I had never truly felt at peace. I suspected I might be trans before I came here, but I learned some of what being trans means to me in this place. I was content to leave the story at that! To have been grateful for the small kindnesses afforded to me by those around me. To start to try and help others see the same things I had my eyes opened to, and just move forward. And then this week happened, and it feels like my life is going to have a before and after. In a mere five days I have had so many things occur it takes me paragraphs to even glimpse the surface. Death, fear, bravery, exploration, romance, joy, and hope. I have experienced these things more deeply in a matter of days than I have in the last decades of my life as a guy. I have spent mere weeks as a girl on tumblr, a week in my house as a girl, have yet to try and be a girl in public, and I don't even think I consider myself a woman yet, but my life as a girl has felt like its almost just as long as the life I spent as a man. Its incredible. In the middle of this incredible, horrible, beautiful, and terrifyingly stressful week I didn't know how I was going to make it through each minute let alone get through each day. And then this silly little horny community reached out to me. Everywhere I turned I had people not just offer support when I complained, I had people reach out just to let me know they were there if I needed them. I'm so used to just shoving things down and dealing with it alone that I didn't even know how to accept this much help. Every time I had gotten everything shoved down again I had someone else reassure me that I was allowed to lean on them if I needed. It was incredible. It felt almost coordinated with how many people helped me. And I just don't think it's possible for me to express my love for everyone in this community who has helped me both this week, and in the time leading up to it. Those who have given me tips. Those who have helped me find myself. Those who have made me feel beautiful. Those who have let me lean on them when I needed to cry. Those who just let me know they would worry for me. @xenasaur @justaflatbitch @userwordandpassname @rosieeyes @crocadilly @latenitegirlluv @evergreen-femme @v10l3nt-gl1tch3s @tymera @godincarsnate-blog Thank you. I have already said words to some of you, but there is no chance it accurately gets across how much so many people here have meant for me in the little time I've spent. I have surely missed people here, so please don't think you don't matter if you haven't made the list. It's not just these few people. It's the entire community that gathers together and makes this kind of thing happen. Everyone has played a role in making such a lovely space what it is. Big hugs, much love- Jay

#nsft #trans nsft #t4t nsft #transfem #sappy post #sappy #grief #thank you all #ily all #transgender #queer community

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elficially-done-with-life · 23 days

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A Quiet Afternoon

Pairing: Celegorm x reader

Summary: You think about Celegorm's return and you marriage to him while you spend a quiet afternoon together.

A/N: Since Celegorm is married to the Reader in here he did not try to get Luthien to marry him (since elves can only marry and fall in love once, Finwë was from what I understood the only exception), he still betrayed her trust and kidnapped her, though. Just for understanding and context.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Tyelkormo's head layed in your lap and he breathed in and out calmly. The sun fell on his silver-coloured hair and made it shine.

It had been so incredibly long since you had seen him so relaxed. The last time had certainly been before he had left for Middle-earth with his father and brothers. Back then, when your beloved had been torn away from you.

When Tyelko had come back, he hadn't wanted to talk to you because he had been so incredibly ashamed of his actions and regretted them that he was convinced you wouldn't want him back.

You had been angry. You had been angry for many years, but over time it had diminished, because through the marriage bond you two had, you could feel his longing for you and his growing despair. You could feel his mental state getting worse and worse and how some days he woke up disorientated, not knowing what to do with himself.

Of course you didn't forgive him for abandoning you or for all the atrocities he had committed in Middle-earth. All the kinslayings, the kidnapping of Luthien and so much more. He had to bear responsibility for it all, and yet you still loved him.

You had lost all contact with him through the marrige bond when he died. You went to Nerdanel that same day and you cried together until the early hours of the morning.

That's why you knew exactly when Tyelko had returned. Suddenly you felt his presence, clearer and closer than you had in a long time. His fëa no longer seemed so broken, but as if someone had tried to mend it. But it was still not healed and whole and you doubted that it ever would be again. To much had happend.

You didn't hear from him for weeks until you bumped into him on the street. He had been looking at some flowers by the side of the road, completely lost in thought, and only noticed your presence when you had already seen him. He later told you that these flowers didn't exist in Middle-earth and that he was really shocked to see them again. That it had reminded him of so many things that once had been.

That day, without giving it a second thought, you had wrapped your arms around Tyelkormo's neck and held him tightly.

Somehow you had expected him to laugh and playfully say: "Did you miss me?" At least he would have done that back when everything had been okay.

But he had started to cry.

He had apologised to you, got down on his knees in front of you and told you not to hate him, even if you would want to go your separate ways from now on. You had felt through the marriage bond that he didn't think he would survive if he knew you hated him.

So you had also got down on your knees and stroked his cheeks softly. Feeling his skin on yours again had been a feeling so great you weren't able to describe it. Tyelko had practically leaned into your touch, which made you wonder how long it had been since anyone had touched him with so much love.

That same day he had moved back in with you, but it was different than it had been before.

Normally Tyelko slept like a rock at home (not in the forest, there he was always on high alert) but he woke up several times a night from his nightmares, shivering all over and seeking your warmth. He often whispered something like: "I let them die." Or "Luthien trusted me... I betrayed her trust." Or he would cry for Curufin and Carnistir.

He was still up before you every morning.

Every day he gave you a flower and did as much as he could around the house until you woke up.

He was also, and you couldn't think of a better word for it, shy.

Actually, Tyelko had always had a certain self-confidence, even if he had always hidden some insecurities underneath, which he had revealed to you at some point. But now he always avoided your gaze when you looked him straight in the eye. He was also much quieter than usual and apologised more often.

When you slept with each other, he always started crying. The first time you panicked, but he later confessed that that was because he is so overwhelmed that you really want him still and to feel your body and fëa so close again. To know that you still want to give him love.

Today you had walked through a wooded area behind your house to a small hill with lots of wildflowers and some large willows. You had loved going here back then a lot.

Last night, Tyelko's nightmares had become particularly bad. He hadn't been able to sleep a wink the whole night after and was quite emotionally exhausted.

His fingers had been trembling with fatigue all day, which was why he had accidentally dropped a glass. At first you thought everything was fine, but half an hour later you found him crying quietly in the garden. He had felt so confused again, as if he didn't know what to do with his sadness.

So you had taken his hand and you had come here.

And now he was lying asleep on your lap as you gently stroked his hair.

He let out a soft whimper and you had to stifle a giggle. Tyelko had opened his eyes briefly and looked directly into the sun. At that moment, he made an expression that you had often seen on him in the years back then.

And then you knew that no matter what happened, he was your Tyelkormo and you would find a way to help him heal as much as possible.

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#celegorm x reader #tolkien x reader #x reader #soft celegorm #tolkien #elves x reader #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #fluff #silm x reader #sappy #sad #hopeful ending #healing

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peachfuzzbutt · 9 months

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Really wanted to share this so I am! Yay! I loved elemental! Gosh darn but they are so cute T_T

#my art #elemental #wade ripple #ember lumen #comic #cute #kiss #sizzle #sappy

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kwiwrites · 4 months

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Clean for almost a month, today <3

#Progress #Sammy rants #idk I felt #sappy #and wanted to make this post #Thank you to everyone who stuck by me #I love you all #trying not to cry as I make this post #literally blinking back tears #i know i usually don't make posts like these #but this just felt really big

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maxwelljacobfriedman · 4 months

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Max is so painfully earnest and cringe and vulnerable and relentlessly, obnoxiously positive - like clearly never wants to say anything bad about anyone, always wants to assume the best of people, puts his foot in his mouth a lot because he doesn't have a good filter, which is obviously related to his ADHD, and I just really love him

#sappy #also now i don't know if he's winning or not which is stressful

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snickerdoodie · 2 months

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Summary: Due to both stress and pain, the Baroness finally breaks when she reunites with her husband.

A/N: I actually wrote this awhile back, but never wanted to post it because I felt like it was too embarrassing, me basically showing off my delusions to a voice actor. But seeing there’s not really any writing about Desmond, I decided to take matters into my own grimy hands and wrote this. Isn’t proofread either, so if it sometimes sounds off, my apologies. Enjoy!

She didn’t mind to me married to Castin, really. He was a good husband; constantly looking out for her, doing everything in his power to make her happy and smile, he’d give her the whole moon if he could. No, that wasn’t the problem at all, it was the impossible and endless duties of the Baroness piled in with the intense amount of misogynistic deacriminatison and sexist stereotypes shoved into her face.

It started off as a relatively normal day for her; planning marriages from the two kingdoms, making sure her husbands returning in one piece, preparing meetings for the king and queen, etc. Exhausting as per usual, she never had time to herself anymore after the marriage. Yet today, it seems, she had managed to spare herself some time her own activities and hobbies, especially reading. But, both fortunately and unfortunately, this day was also the day her husband returns from his campaign.

“Well well well,” she hears, “don’t you look absolutely ravishing tonight, wife.” Castin purrs, his eyes twinkling despite the tiredness that lays in them, the bags under his sockets have gotten more noticeable. She frowns at the sight. He notices her cinched eyebrows and pouty lip, his own brow quirking in question. “What’s the problem, babe? Finally notice how much of a good looking heart-throb your husband is?” She lets up a quick grin at his shameful joke, which brings a bigger grin on his face. She shakes her head, motioning him over with her wrists to where she’s laying in bed, soon sitting up when he makes his way over with a softer smile.

When he finally in her reach, she pulls him to sit on the side of her bed, torso turned to her. She looks him over carefully, eyes softening and saddening as she sees how much more stress had been put onto his features. The bags under his eyes, the few cuts and bruises, some healed some new, the sharpness in his once soft eyes. She felt her heart crack at the sights in front of her. As he looks into her melancholy eyes, he realizes then what she’s seeing. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh, his own hand coming to hold the one on his cheek, inching her palm closer to his mouth, he places a soft kiss to it before holding it against his lips. Eyes opening softly and his own heart breaking at the look she gives him, her eyes saying more than her voice ever could.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart..” His voice barely above a whisper, having not being so close, she wouldn’tve heard him. Their eyes stay interlocked, telling tales with their pupils and saying stories with their corneas. Managing to speak so much with no words. Castin soon feels his eyes start to water as he sees hers fill up with tears, the crystals in them glistening in the dark room illuminated by candle light. Without saying a word, he brings her in carefully, staring at her soft face as it contorts to that one of a cryer. With a heavy heart, he brings her in impossibly close to his chest. The second she hits his chest, she breaks down. Sobs rack through her body as he grips her tightly, comfortably, one hand cradling her hand and gently raking his finger on her scalp, her other arm reaching around to hold her torso securely. Her own arms are wrapped around his neck, clinging to his body like her life depended on it, and right now, it did. She knew that sooner or later she would break. The reasons are seemingly endless; getting stuck in a tower with a friend who had betrayed her and manipulated her mind in his own twisted, wicked way, seeing the guard get slain in just a blink of an eye right in front of her, having her own husband pass out from malnourishment once they finally had gotten to see each other again, then to just have him disappear for two consecutive weeks, the list goes on for days, years even, it was basically endless.

Her sobs continue loudly as her body shakes more, Castin gently rocks her back in forth in hopes to sooth his lover. His eyes are closed as a few of his own tears shed at the torture of having to listen to his lover cave in and wail. After a few, he starts whispering sweet nothing quietly into her hair, many of them being ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’m sorry’s’. He feels as if he’s gonna be the one to start bawling next, the heaviness behind his eyes is undeniably noticeable, but he has to compose himself and be the one there for her in this time of desperation and need.

A long period of time filled with the sounds of crying and weeping and the whispering of loving phrases before her sobs are nothing but the occasional sniffle and hitching of breath as the shaking of her body seethes. His arms stay strapped around her tightly, too scared to let go and she turn to nothing but ashes before him. Her arms loosen their grip on his neck as her slightly shaking fingers to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Her tired eyes are closed for the time being, exhausted beyond belief with no help from the melt-down, her body basically turning to mush as she starts relaxing against his lean yet strong body. There’s another elongated pause before she slurs out, “I’m sorry..” He thought his heart couldn’t be wounded more at her words. Why is she apologizing to him? Shouldn’t it be the other way around, him saying his sorry’s to her? Castin shakes his head, careful not to disturb her weak frame.

“There is absolutely no need for you to apologize to me for anything, you hear me? You’ve done nothing wrong at all and I never, ever, wanna hear those words come out of your mouth again, okay?” She nods meekly at his quiet and stern words, even more tears threatening to escape as her emotions go haywire. He must have heard her whimpering sniffle because he gently maneuvers her head to look at him, his hand still grasping her hair.

“I love you more than you understand and I wish I was as good at words as you, my love, though I am not, I want to try for you. I want you to know that I would do anything for you and slay any foul beast not matter how threatening, if it’ll mean you’re safe. I want you to know that you mean more to me than the food to the hungry and the water for the thirsty, I wouldn’t be able to function unless I have you by my side at any day at any given time. I need you to know that you are more precious to me than any of those shiny gems. I need you to know, that I want to be there for you, to need to be there with you. My love for you is ever dying and I will take my last breath for you.” He finishes, his sleepless eyes and almost hoarse voice the kindest she’d ever seen and heard them.

“I love you, Castin, so much.” She managed through her croaking voice, the smile on her face gradually growing once she sees that he too is starting to smile. Even through this sorrowful moment, they know they have each other, no matter the problem and through every solution. One of her hands reach retract to come and lovingly cup his cheek, him closing his eyes and leaning to kiss it once more before tilting his head slightly to the side. The hand still located on the scruff of his neck tightens as she leans in softly to connect their lips. Both their eyes close, hearts now content and healed as they finally seal their continues promise of loving one another for the rest of infinity.

Feel free to comment about what you liked and didn’t like! :)

#castin hammer #baroness #desmond asmr #brain rot #fan fiction #writing #delulu #current obsession #sappy #feels

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