COMMISSION: a breeding kink that leads to dad andrew 🌺
♡ You would need to introduce the idea of a breeding kink to Andrew rather than the other way around. He would deem himself unworthy of breeding you, wincing at the idea of tainting his precious angel.
♡ It would take lots of reassuring that you're more than willing to let him fill you up and impregnate you.
♡ And once he gets into it, he gets into it.
♡ Andrew's favourite position for breeding you is doggy style. It was never a position he even considered before, preferring to lay you on your back and kiss you as he made love to you. But breeding is a time when Andrew can let himself go, and he's able to be rougher than usual with you. He wants to hit you so deep that you'll see stars and remember nothing but his name.
♡ Arch nicely for him and you'll be rewarded with soft kisses to the back of your shoulder and neck. A stark contrast to how hard and deep he pounds into you.
♡ His entire mindset switches. He fucks you like an animal in heat, and you're living for every moment of it. There's a lot of pent up desperation in Andrew, and this is when it bubbles over the surface.
♡ If you ask for him to use his words, then he'll be more than happy to oblige. You'll hear a lot of gruff "I'll fill you with my pups," or "Does my angel want to be impregnated?"'s escape his throat.
♡ He wants to be godlike for you, so he'll utter things he'd never say outside of the bedroom and hold you with a grip he didn't think was possible for him. He'll say or do literally anything as long as it'll make you happy.
♡ Andrew loves to use his hands. One of his favourite things to do is finger you after he's emptied himself inside of you. Every time, he sheepishly lets you lick his fingers off, smiling as you lap up his seed.
♡ His goal wasn't to get you pregnant initially. At first, he just loved the feeling of stuffing you and the sight of his cum trickling from your heat, worn out from his sinful deeds. It took a while for him to even think about kids, your first few times being bred were to just test the waters.
♡ Once he was certain you'd never leave him and you were serious about your relationship, you ditch the contraception and say hello to getting creampied day and night by Andrew.
♡ "You'll be such a good mother, I can't wait to start a family with you..." he would mumble as he rocked his hips into yours. Andrew becomes a lot softer when the aim is shifted from filling you with his cum to actually impregnating you.
♡ During your pregnancy, he thinks he's going to hell for being so attracted to you. When your breasts and hips swell up he can barely keep himself from clinging to you and grinding against you, a silent beg to be inside you.
♡ He's a lot softer when you have pregnant sex with him. His hands lovingly caress your belly and explore your growing body, so proud of how far you've come. You can practically feel the electricity surge from his usually freezing fingertips when they reach your belly.
♡ He's by your side all along your pregnancy. Andrew is a bit of a worry wart, though. You see Emily almost daily. Any aches or pains and he's getting them checked out, whether you've had them before or not. He longs to have you safe.
♡ There was a time when he was worried that his children would be afraid of him. He didn't want them to think that their father was a monster. You'd need to endlessly coax and comfort him so he could stop beating himself up.
♡ You end up giving birth to twins! A girl with albinism and a boy that looks almost identical to his mother.
♡ You can already tell that your daughter is going to be daddy's little girl. Andrew fell in love when he saw her wispy strands of white hair and adorable red eyes. As a father, it's his job to ensure she gets treated like a princess and doesn't experience the same prejudices that he did growing up.
♡ Plenty of people you knew from the manor take care of your bundles of joy when you're busy, or just in need of extra hands.
♡ Andrew loves to cuddle with his kids. Frequently when you come home you can spot him napping with his daughter in one arm and son in the other. He was never much of a napper before, but raising a family has left him exhausted and in need of some rest. What better way to sleep than with his kids curled up with him?
♡ No matter how much your body changes Andrew reassures you that you're just as beautiful as the day he met you. If you're insecure about your stretch marks he'll press tender kisses to them, caressing the skin and giving it his undivided attention.
♡ The lopsided smile that appears on his face whenever his kids draw family portraits goes straight to your heart.
♡ Andrew never knew it was possible to be this overjoyed. Everyday is pure bliss for him, even when he accidentally burns grilled cheese or loses a game of tag. He thanks you everyday for giving him this shot at redemption, this family, this joy. And he intends to thank you for the rest of his life.
♡ He also wouldn't be opposed to more babies on the way. He loves to make them.
COMMISSION: norton & naib watch their s/o bleed out on the rocket chair, then comfort each other after 🧲 🔪
norton campbell ;;
Your heart dropped to your feet when you heard the chime that indicated a survivor had been knocked down. You prayed as you decoded ー Please don't be Nor, please don't be Nor ...
Hearing a laboured "Focus on decoding!" confirmed your fears. It was muffled, distant, but distinct. Norton had been chaired.
The frantic hammering of your heart in your ears overtook your senses as you sprinted towards the chair, shouting to Helena that you were going to rescue him. Your heart overpowers your brain whenever Norton is in even the slightest ounce of danger. This was one of those instances. You should have thought twice before hurrying to his aid.
You exhaled a sigh of relief when you approached his chair and noticed there was no hunter to be seen. Norton however had the opposite reaction. His expression contorted into one of pure terror when he saw you were the one rescuing him.
"Leave me! Get away from me!" His words fell to deaf ears as you dashed towards him, arms open and ready to free him from his confines.
Everything was going smoothly until you heard the words that would stay with you forever.
"Jack is behind you!"
It was a trap.
In a heartbeat, your back was slashed open and you collapsed to your hands and knees.
"Lovebirds," Jack hummed, stomping on your wounded back, earning a scream from Norton. "Now, where's that decoder..." he turned on his heel and vanished to hunt down Helena with an unmistakable bloodlust.
You weren't panicking yet. You could simply heal yourself, andー
You were out of self heals.
"The hunter is near me!" Helena wailed from across the map, sending ice straight down the spines of you and your boyfriend. The fourth survivor had been eliminated already. There was no saving you.
Norton's entire body was wracked by sobs as you lay curled in a ball on the ground, writhing around in utter agony. If it wasn't for the bar squeezing him down into the rocket chair, he would bandage you up and press endless kisses onto your bloodied skin, his own safety be damned.
He had never seen anybody bleed out before. The Prospector has always managed to heal his teammates, his only punishments being faced on rocket chairs. In Norton's eyes, you were going to die.
"It's okay," you choked out, "I'll be... be..."
"You're going to die," Norton whimpered in the highest tone you've ever heard from him. He sounded like a child with the way his raspy voice cracked.
Your eyes widened at his words. Did he think bleeding out was fatal? Oh no.
You ached to explain to him that the worst consequences were comas that lasted no longer than a week, but you were losing strength. Fast. As your throat closed up, speech became more and more difficult. It felt as if glass was piercing your windpipe, concealing the truth from your guilt stricken lover.
"'Sall my fault... fuck, I love you, okay?" He hiccuped through strained wheezes for air.
'Don't say that... I'll be okay...' you yearned to respond, but each second the invisible weight on your back grew, crushing you further.
Although your vision was spotting and blurring, you could see Norton tremble where he sat. His fingers gripped the bar holding him hostage until they bled. He was using all of his strength to attempt to free you somehow.
With one final, ragged breath, you closed your eyes and succumbed to your injuries. Norton didn't scream like you thought he would. He watched you sink into the ground in utter silence, sniffing back tears and coughing sporadically.
Despite the agony you endured mere minutes ago, you weren't rendered unconscious like previous, less fortunate survivors. You could walk, albeit with jittery legs and a weight on your back forcing you down. Having regained some strength, you noted that you could speak as well. Every bone in your body was aching for you to find Norton and save him from his unnecessary grief.
You immediately captured Helena's undivided attention when you hobbled into the manor, leaving a steady red trail behind you. She wrapped your wounds up with the first aid kit she kept on her, the smell of blood that lingered in the air faded with every careful swipe of your skin. Since you were in the room for injured survivors, Norton didn't see you when he stormed back into the manor. His physical wounds were nothing compared to his emotional ones. If only Helena finished patching you up just a minute earlier, he could have seen that you survived far earlier.
"Norton is in your room, by the way," Helena began, patting you on the back to signal that her work was done, "in the one you share. I asked where he was going."
"Our room," you repeated to yourself under your breath. You thanked Helena and promptly headed to your room, legs carrying you as fast as they could take you.
You were out of breath once you reached your shared room. A series of knocks on the door were greeted with silence. You noticed that the static sobbing from the room paused for a moment, then resumed.
Twisting your key into the door and unlocking it, you saw Norton swiftly hide your shirt underneath your pillow. Was he trying to get the last of your scent before it faded away forever?
"So. You've come to haunt me too." He spat, burning holes into your face with his unwelcoming glare. "Just like everyone else from the mines. Fuck off."
"Norton, it's me,"
"You're only pretending to be them. Second I acknowledge you're not real you'll go away."
His words shattered your heart.
Approaching him with caution, you kneeled onto the bed beside him and placed your palm on his cheek. He leaned into your touch despite his harsh words, his tear streaked face dampening your hand. "If I wasn't real, would I be this warm?" You whispered as soft as your voice could manage to be. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared into your eyes, searching for any signs of life. Your eyes were too warm and full of adoration to be a hallucination, a ghost, a memory.
"How did you...?" he began, teetering on the verge of tears again.
"I'm hurt, but... I'd never die on you, Nor. It's okay. I'm here." You pressed a nurturing kiss to his nose and felt his face heat up underneath yours. Pressing your forehead against his, he felt no malicious intent from you, unlike all the other visions he saw of his deported loved ones. He felt nothing but love and kindness from you, the same way he's always remembered you.
"It's really you," he uttered your name like a prayer, voice flickering above a whisper, before enveloping you in his arms and pulling you snug close to him. He bawled into your shoulder, letting the warmth of your body comfort him after one of the most horrifying moments of his life. You could feel his snot and hot tears bubble on your shoulder but you didn't mind in the slightest. You were home, in Norton's arms.
You knew that for Norton to cry in front of you, he was wounded deep. It was rare to see tears fall from his eyes and to feel him cling to you, terrified of letting go. Between pants, you could hear him beg for you to stay and never die on him. His pleas were answered by soft hushes and gentle kisses.
Norton pulled away for a fleeting moment to turn you around and examine your wounded back. There was a rip through your top and underneath were bandages stained with dry blood. Helena did a decent job of patching you up, though she definitely missed a few spots. Norton pressed chaste kisses to the exposed skin, his silent way of reassuring you he loved you no matter what.
"I'll kill him for doing this to you," your boyfriend hissed, teeth ghosting along your flesh. "I'll make him pay." His mouth was still connected to your back, and he could feel you shiver in response to his words.
"Nor, you don't needー"
"I'll never let anyone hurt you again. If anyone... if anyone ever does this to you a second time, I'll..."
"Norton."
Your sudden sharp tone caused him to freeze. Had he gone too far? His demeanour immediately switched and he pulled away from you, offering you a toothy grin to show he sincerely meant no harm.
You pulled your shirt back down and turned around so your calm eyes could meet his wide ones. "I'll be okay. I'm more worried about you, if anything. Come here." You patted your lap and the back of Norton's fluffy hair soon met your thighs. He laid down and began to rub the tears from his eyes, before you pushed his hands away and rubbed them into nothingness yourself.
He loved laying in your lap. Whether he was having flashbacks of past events, or if he was hurt from a match, laying his head on your soft thighs and gazing up at you with love never failed to calm him down. He felt so safe and warm.
"Have a little rest, Nor. I'll be here when you wake up." You rubbed calming circles into his hair as he nodded. His eyes closed, then opened again to ensure that you really were there and you truly were alive. You shushed him, both hands massaging his scalp until he drifted off into a comfortable sleep. He would do anything for you.
naib subedar ;;
"Naib's been containing the hunter for so long, you think we should help out?" Luca asked you as the two of you drummed away at a cipher machine together. You nodded your head in agreement, pulling yourself away from the noisy machine and overturning your empty pockets.
"I don't have any self heals, though. I'll shout if I need anything." This time it was Luca's turn to nod as he smacked the machine, steadily making progress towards your escape.
You roamed the abandoned factory for a few moments before hearing a distant yelp and the sound of someone falling to the ground. You followed the source of the sound to the factory, and the metallic clunks of Guard 26 carrying your lover to the basement made your skin crawl. This rescue was going to be tremendously difficult.
"Don't rescue me!" Naib managed to rasp as the hunter slammed him into the rocket chair. You could hear the pain in his voice even though he tried to mask it. It was always like Naib to hide his true feelings behind a cold front.
You knew Guard 26 chairing your only rescuer in the basement was a recipe for disaster, but you wanted to at least attempt to save him.
Hopping down the stairs, you were met face to face with the hunter. Their cogs whirred as they advanced towards you, and you stunned them momentarily.
"Oh, you're so stupid [Name]," Naib sighed as your fingers danced across the bar holding him captive. "Go back to where it's safe!" You ignored his cries and slid to the side, dodging one of Guard 26's strikes. The floor began to light up in an array of colours under you which you miraculously dodged, earning a gasp from your chaired lover.
Unfortunately, you weren't able to pull off the rescue of your dreams this time. You attempted to psyche out the hunter and trick them into hitting the chair, but their spiked bat met your side before you could pull away. Despite arriving without even a scratch, the impact of being hit as you rescued caused you to fall to your knees.
Blood pooled underneath you and you gritted your teeth as you waited to be chaired, the pain overriding your senses and bringing tears to your eyes.
That relief never came.
The haunting dings of Guard 26 slowly dissipated as they hopped up the stairs to find Luca. There were several other chairs in the basement, why didn't they chair you? It must be in their wiring to save as much time as possible.
You clutched at your stomach, wincing as crimson bloomed on your shirt. Panic hadn't filled your veins yet. You applied pressure to your wound, using the same healing tactics Naib had taught you before. Your plan was to do all you could while you were downed, then call Luca for help at the last minute.
Until Luca was terrorshocked.
Your eyes snapped up to meet Naib's the second you both heard him collapse against the cipher machine. Anxiety began to set in, your movements growing more sloppy. You nicked yourself more often, and Naib noticed it too.
"Easy there... Deep breaths, all right?" He cooed, wriggling to free himself from the grip of the rocket chair. His struggles were unsuccessful, though. No matter how hard he tried to escape for you, the chair wasn't merciful whatsoever.
You felt your body grow numb as you lost more blood. You could no longer feel the cold tiles of the basement. To you, everything was cold. You scooched closer to the chair Naib was trapped in and extended a hand. "Naib, I... I can't feel my legs," although his movements were limited, he was able to wrap his hand around yours and squeeze it tight.
"You're gonna be fine." He was lying through his teeth. Naib could see the glassy look in your eyes, hell, as your hand quivered in his, he could feel the life draining from it. Your voice wasn't a comfort to him anymore, every word you spoke was full of agony and he wished you would stay quiet as to not worry him more.
Naib has seen this before. He's been pinned under debris, forced to watch a comrade succumb to their injuries. It's why he's the man he is today. Always self-sacrificing, never leaving anyone behind. Yet he couldn't extend the same behaviour to you... his lover was bleeding out in front of him and there was absolutely nothing he could do. He tried so desperately to hide the fear from his face, but a single tear slid down his cheek and his expression sunk when he felt you begin to fade away. As you melted into the ground, Naib cried out your name until there was nothing left of you to hold. Then he followed.
You were awoken by the sound someone scurrying towards you. Rubbing your eyes, you saw a flash of colour before an excited hand met your shoulder. "You're finally up. Can you walk?" It took a few moments to process Naib's words. As you scanned the room around you, you spotted bouquets of flowers and numerous get well soon cards.
"What... what happened to me?" You groggily asked as you gazed at your hands. They had been bandaged up with care.
Naib swallowed hard as he replied, "you've been out for around a day. I've been looking after you... hope you don't mind." As your vision adjusted to the bright lights of your room, you noticed his shirt had been discarded and his chest was wrapped tightly in bandages. Both of you were left bruised and battered from that hellish match, it seems.
Your heart soared as you thought about how much Naib must adore you to watch over you like that. Though he acted coolly as if his actions were no big deal, you could sense that he was still worried about you. He touched you as if you were made of glass and his usual scratchy voice was replaced by a soft, considerate one ー an attempt to ease your anxieties and make you more comfortable.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up," his hand connected to yours and eased your weight onto the floor below you. You stumbled over your feet, but quickly met Naib's chest as his arms wrapped around your back. "Easy there, I've got you." He let you lean on him for support and helped you peel off your bloodied shirt before drawing a bath for you.
Naib kneeled beside the bubblebath you rested in, scrubbing your hair with his calloused fingers. It tickled ever so slightly, you couldn't remember the last time somebody had handled you with such care. His hands maneuvered around your body with precision and care as he washed away all of the dirt and dust that marred your skin.
A comfortable silence hung in the air until you decided to speak up, "what about you? Do you want me to wash you as well?"
Naib's expression softened when he heard your voice. "Iー uh, I'm good." His blunt response didn't match his gaze in the slightest.
"I can see you wince every time you lift your arms. And you smell."
"...Fine." He huffed in defeat, beckoning you to scootch forward to make room for him in the tub. You felt the water splash as he took a seat behind you and pulled you into his arms. "Hey. What you did yesterday... don't do it again, okay? I don't want you getting hurt ever again."
You turned over your shoulder to face him and he offered you a faint smile. It wasn't like his usual smug grins, it was more tender, something he couldn't get rid of upon seeing you awake again.
You could keep your head in Naib's warm chest forever, his steady heartbeat and the occasional ripples of water filling your ears. You were on the verge of falling asleep when you remembered that Naib needed to be scrubbed too.
Lifting his arms up above your head, you escaped his gentle grasp and turned around to face him. His expression was one of grumpiness after you slithered free from his arms, but the second you grabbed a loofah and massaged his skin his gaze molded into a loving one. His cuts had faded and closed up but they were definitely visible, and they looked like they hurt. A lot.
"I'm sorry for being so reckless, I just wanted you to get out safe." You whispered between fond swipes of his chest, really getting the soap in there.
He rested his arms on the edges of the tub, huffing in response. "When I tell you not to rescue, don't rescue, okay? Your safety's more important than mine." You attempted to object to his brash statement, but he shut you up with a kiss and stole the breath from your lips. Your lips remained connected for a few lingering seconds, and Naib deepened the kiss right as you expected him to pull away.
"...I thought I was going to lose you," he muttered against your skin, pulling away and pressing another, sweeter kiss to the corner of your lips. "Water's getting cold... let's get out," he drained the tub and scooped you up into his arms, bringing you to your bed and wrapping you up in a bathrobe. You were perfectly capable of dressing yourself, but Naib's must-take-care-of-lover instincts refused to let you do that.
He snuggled up to you from behind, nose breathing in the fresh scent of your hair. "Goodnight, love." And you dozed off in his arms, ever protective of you.
for ko fi commissions, do we leave the prompt in the notes ? also can i commission two characters and have them be split evenly so, like around 1.5k words each for a 3k commission?
💐 COMMISSION: fem s/o's wedding with andrew (sfw & nsfw) 💐
thank you so much for the commission! please consider checking out my emergency commissions here ! i hope you enjoy !
SFW ;;
♡ Andrew has always longed to marry somebody. Being a religious man, he's dreamed of filling a church with people who are dear to him as his beloved bride walks down the aisle.
♡ He's only glanced at weddings, an outsider looking in. The brides and grooms having the best nights of their lives made his heart feel fuzzy. Nobody would ever dare to wed him, but the idea was certainly a pleasant one. It helped him sleep. It comforted him when he needed it most. He wanted to look down at his hands and see a ring that reminded him someone out there loves him.
♡ He grew up with not even a penny to his name, so he knows having a luxurious wedding would be completely out of the picture for someone like him. Until he met you.
♡ You helped him get back on his feet and the two of you worked together to save up enough money for a wedding ceremony and reception, along with a honeymoon.
♡ Most honeymoons are spent lazing by the beach, but due to his body being constantly at war with sunlight, you decided to book a trip to a lovely cabin hidden away in the woods, a private place for just the two of you.
♡ He honestly thought you'd end up getting married in Red Church, surrounded by cobwebs and broken glass, but you insisted that you two would find a way to escape the manor and you'd have a proper wedding.
♡ It took months of promises and longing, but the seal keeping everyone trapped in the manor finally snapped and let everybody escape. You took Andrew's hand that day and promised him that a brighter future was upon you.
♡ Your wedding was surprisingly inexpensive. Despite your days in the manor being long gone, many of the survivors stayed in touch with you and were more than willing to help. You don't need to hire a whole team of wedding planners with the survivors by your side.
♡ Michiko and Violetta teamed up to sew you the most gorgeous dress you had ever laid eyes on.
♡ Emma designed your bouquet and enveloped the chapel in beautiful flowers.
♡ Norton prepared your rings using the finest gems he could find.
♡ Margaretha found the most wonderful songs to play and arranged dances.
♡ Vera styled your hair and Fiona did your makeup.
♡ Victor handled the invitations and did a fantastic job. So on and so forth.
♡ You and Andrew were on good terms with almost everyone, so they were all pumped to see how your wedding would play out. It was the greatest team effort they put into anything since the escape of the manor.
♡ You two had lots of practicing to do before the actual wedding. For one, Andrew didn't know table manners. You'd have to lovingly teach him gestures like how to cut his meat and how to do a toast before even daring to eat at the reception.
♡ Dancing together in your rooms was what Andrew enjoyed the most, though. Margie planned several dance routines, so you had triple the practicing to do when it came to dancing.
♡ Andrew was surprisingly agile during fast-paced dances, he loved to twirl you in the air like in a movie and dip you so low you thought you were going to crash into the ground. Each yelp only spurred him to play with you more, drinking up your reactions and getting all giddy because it's you.
♡ As for slow dancing with Mister Kreiss? You're so lucky to say you're familiar with it. He hums along to whatever music you play in the background, and puts so much love into every step or twirl that you feel like your heart might burst. It's agony waiting to dance with him in a suit and dress rather than your pajamas.
♡ You're blown away when you see the wedding venue for the first time. It's pure white with shades of red sprinkled in, the same colours Andrew has hated about himself now repurposed to be something he'd look at fondly for the rest of his life. It was beautiful. Like him.
♡ You noticed a chair with an unfamiliar name on it. When you asked Andrew who it belonged to, he answered that it was for his late mother. She would have loved to come, he said.
♡ He doesn't take the day of the wedding very well. What do you mean he can't see you until the ceremony?! He wants to greet you, kiss you, practice some extra dance moves to be extra sure... he's grumpy while the guys of the manor dress and hype him up.
♡ "Alright, let's do this! THREE CHEERS FOR OUR MAN ANDREW!" William would cheer so loudly the girls would hear it from the other side of the church and burst out into laughter.
♡ Andrew couldn't stop his hands from shaking, though. His lifelong dreams were finally being realized. The love of his life was going to marry him tonight. Willingly. He could barely believe it.
♡ As for you? You're brimming with excitement at the idea of walking down the aisle and shooting an arrow of love straight into Andrew's heart. The girls are envious of you as they powder your face and tighten the seams of your dress.
♡ "I remember when you first met that boy," Michiko would say to you as she styled your dress, beaming at you through the mirror. "You were too shy to even speak to one another... ah, young love."
♡ It took a million checks to make sure you were ready to present yourself to everybody. Your hair, makeup, dress, veil, bouquet... everything had to be absolutely perfect. It was a bit difficult having so many girls look after you, because Tracy's idea of perfect was a little bit different than Michiko's. There was a lot of playful arguing, but you knew they just wanted this day to be flawless for you.
♡ Once the petals were strewn down the halls and the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their appearances, you finally presented yourself.
♡ It took everything in Andrew to not fall to his knees when he saw you. You were angelic, your white dress cascading down your back with a stunning hairstyle he's never seen you in before. Your bouquet was made of all your favourite flowers, and he could see the perfect shade of lipstick beneath your vail. You captured Andrew's heart as he leaned onto Luca's shoulder for support.
♡ Andrew wasn't the only one who had his breath taken away. Practically everyone was gawking at you. It made Andrew feel a little... possessive, seeing everyone's eyes on you. He was going to be marrying you. Not José, not Norton, not Victor but him.
♡ All of his negative feelings disappeared the moment you were in arms reach. He extended an arm to take your hand as you gladly obliged. When he felt the fabric of your dress against his wrist, electricity shot through his body for a second time.
♡ Being able to see Andrew up close was a dream come true. His usual matted hair was thoroughly washed and brushed, it appeared as if José had lent him a hand. His usual flower was still present even as he wore a breathtaking suit. He smelled like cologne and looked so nervous but in love... you couldn't wait to finally kiss your groom.
♡ His hands trembled as he lifted your veil to reveal your features to him. You flashed him a grin and he felt his heart explode. He danced his fingers along your cheeks until they met your shoulders, which he gave an affectionate pat before turning to the priest.
♡ He had Helena help him with his vows. He wanted to blow you away, to use words you didn't think he knew. It took him days to memorize the words of love he was going to bestow upon you. You overheard him talking to himself a few times, but never guessed they were his vows.
♡ He also has some trouble with words of affection. Andrew much prefers to hold you or do favours for you.
♡ "When I first met you, I didn't think I was worthy of love. It's still hard to believe, but... I promise to return to you every affectionate gesture you give to me. I'll love you always and forever, as my angelic wife. I want to grow old with you. I vow to protect you, adore you, and care for you as long as I'm your husband. Our hearts will always be melded together and nothing will ever change that. Thank you for saving me. I love you."
♡ His vows brought some of the survivors to tears. Most of them only knew Andrew as that really quiet guy who hid behind his girlfriend a lot, so to see him spill his heart out for you made the crowd let out a sea of "awwwh"'s.
♡ His face turned scarlet and he almost wanted to run out of the building and hide once he finished speaking. He stumbled over and mispronounced a few words, but you could tell he put his whole heart into it and he meant every word he said.
♡ When he's finally able to kiss you, Andrew dips you low and assaults your entire face with kisses, treading past your lips. He doesn't care about smudging your makeup or embarrassing you, you're finally his wife and he just wants to feel your face after waiting all day to.
♡ The cheers once you become man and wife are astounding. When you tossed the bouquet it was caught by Eli and Gertrude.
♡ Demi helped to bake an enormous cake, one that's almost as tall as you. On top were little toppers meant to look like you and Andrew that you kept as mementos.
♡ The reception was definitely more of a party than the wedding was. Antonio and Margie played music for everyone to dance along to, and a karaoke session was held as well.
♡ Andrew was a little stressed out by how much noise there was, but you reminded him everyone there loved him and he melted. He's not used to all this positive attention.
♡ Your heart burst when he extended an arm and asked you to dance. You had been practicing for so long that when you finally attended the real event, it felt like a dream.
♡ For just a few minutes, nothing existed but Andrew's arms around you and the elegant music brought to you by a live band.
♡ Once all the food is eaten and gifts are exchanged, everyone bids you farewell. The girls cry when they hug you and the guys all pat Andrew on the back, wishing him good luck for... what couples do on their wedding night.
♡ When you two finally arrive home, Andrew is exhausted. He's never been to such a crowded event before, especially one where he's the main focus.
♡ He'd need to lay his head in your lap and relax as he plays with your dress. The fabric felt so pleasing under his fingers. He was so in love with every part of you. He needed to be as close to you as possible after being kept from you, and from being in public with you. He cherished alone time like this.
♡ Once he's rested up, you'd have to unpack all your gifts! Each survivor and hunter gifted you something for your domestic life with Andrew. Matching mugs, blankets, cutlery, paintings... you were drowning in presents.
♡ It took an hour, but you finally unwrapped and stored everything away.
♡ Which leads to...
NSFW ;;
♡ You and Andrew have had sex before. Maaany times. He views it as making up for lost time, it helps with his insecurities, and he enjoys making you feel good. Andrew will do everything in his power to make sure the lovemaking on your wedding night is nothing short of magical.
♡ When you're settled at home and can't think of any more chores to do, Andrew is more anxious than he's ever been. His face is red in a furious blush and he's barely able to muster a sentence as he stands stiffly, lustful eyes on you.
♡ He knows what couples are meant to do on their wedding nights, and he's so excited to make your wishes come true, but this poor boy has no idea how to initiate things. Whenever you make love, it's because he's visibly horny but too anxious to say anything so you take care of him.
♡ You approached your husband, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you stared up into his eyes. He didn't look at you or respond to your inquiry of whether he's okay or not. The growing tent in his pants spoke for itself.
♡ Your eyes widened when you felt his erection brush against your thigh. He could tell that you felt his arousal ー because he hoisted you up bridal style and pressed an openmouthed kiss to your lips. He was going to take you, and he was going to do it right.
♡ His sudden burst of confidence lead to him carrying you to your bedroom, and he gave you another kiss before gently placing you down on the bed.
♡ Andrew wouldn't know what to do next. He wants you eat you out for hours but... your dress is in the way. And he doesn't feel like taking it off just yet. No, he wants to take his sweet time with you. It's your wedding night, after all.
♡ His solution? Dry humping. He's always adored being able to rut against you like a wild animal, and getting to do so in your elegant wedding gear has him rearing to go. He doesn't want to soil your gown, no, he just wants to do something absolutely filthy in attire that's meant to be for a ceremony all about you.
♡ He would spread your legs as far as they possibly could go in your dress. When he hikes your dress up to your lower stomach and finally sees the sweet dessert laid out just for him, he's bucking his hips into the cold air for any sense of relief.
♡ He'd press his clothed cock against your panties and see stars. His lovely wife was so close to him but so far... he wasn't sure how long he could last like this.
♡ Andrew ground against you in a frenzy, arms snaking around your back as his face nestled itself in the crook of your neck, sucking sweet little kisses onto the flesh. He groaned when he rubbed against you just right, aiming to hit the same spots over and over again.
♡ He wouldn't let your needs go unnoticed. Andrew would angle himself to rub against your clit, and he'd pay special attention to your neck as he desperately got himself off with your body.
♡ The low groan that escaped from his lips as he came into his boxers went straight to between your legs. As he rode out his high, he'd push your panties aside and finish you off with his fingers before pulling away. Something about cumming before even getting his clothes off made him growl with need. And it made him desire you even more than he already did; skin to skin this time.
♡ Andrew asked you to undress him. You felt him shudder underneath you as you removed his suit and got him out of his pants. Stripping him reminded you that beneath all the cologne and hair gel, it was still your Andrew. His scarred body yearned for yours and you were more than happy to press a chaste kiss to his chest once he was undressed, your way of telling him you loved him.
♡ Your husband would ask you to sit in his lap, right on top of his aching boner just begging to be touched, and grind against it as he undid the several seams on your back.
♡ Andrew loves mirrors. He doesn't like seeing himself in them, but you? He could watch you be undressed through a mirror all day long. He thinks his hands look good when they're unbuttoning the fabric keeping him from you.
♡ You looked so radiant that Andrew would need to fuck you in front of a mirror just to truly see you.
♡ He would take his sweet time with you, for every untied string he would thrust up to grind against your clothed pussy and nibble your shoulders. Hearing you mewl in his lap causes his hands to fumble as he undresses you. He wondered just how someone could be so cute every time a moan is pulled from your throat.
♡ Andrew felt a little dejected once your dress was ready to come off. He would miss seeing you in it.
♡ ...Those feelings didn't last long, though. The moment he laid eyes on your bare body he was surging with confidence and hunger.
♡ "You look so ravishing... my... my wife..." he muttered, mostly to himself. It appeared he was still in disbelief that you were a wedded couple. Throughout the night he'd periodically mumble to himself that you were his wife, or he'd call you Mrs Kreiss. It had a lovely ring to it.
♡ Andrew wants ー no, needs ー to taste you after being away from you for so long. He would eat you out like a man starved.
♡ Positioning his face between your thighs, Andrew licked a sloppy stripe up your pussy, stopping right below your clit. Then he'd lick back down, avoiding the place where you needed him most. Your frustrated groans earned a soft chuckle from Andrew. He wanted to draw this out... he was in a playful mood.
♡ He massaged your thighs as he teased your folds, finally pulling away to ask you the question that would be the death of you. "Tell me what you want, my... wife..." his voice dropped in volume when he reached your title. He didn't care in that moment how cheesy it sounded, this was the ultimate night to be sappy with his angel.
♡ "Enough teasing, Andrew, please... eat me out," you'd weep through gritted teeth as your husband nibbled your thighs and nodded his head in response your pleas.
♡ Now that he's gotten you riled up for him (he wants to feel needed), he's not holding back. Andrew is the king of being unintentionally rough. He'd leave your core battered from how deep his licks are and how his chin smacks against your soft flesh.
♡ The moment Andrew feels you contract and twitch around him, he's slipping a wet finger into your walls to torture you further. He won't stop his ministrations even as you cum hard around him.
♡ He's extra passionate for your wedding night which translates into him not giving you a break. He doesn't want to pull away from your pussy, he wants to keep his head burrowed between your legs for as long as he possibly can. His tongue is going to commit every inch of you to memory tonight.
♡ If you really want to make this night worth your while, tackle Andrew once you feel overwhelmed and turn the tables on him.
♡ He loves when you take control and take him by surprise. One minute he was devouring you, and the next you've pushed his back against the headrest and you're lowering your head dangerously close to his cock.
♡ He wants you to feel good even as you suck him off, so Andrew will finger you while your lips are wrapped around his dick. He'll angle himself so the palm of his hand rubs against your sensitive nub. It drives him wild how sloppy your strokes and licks are when you're on the verge of cumming.
♡ He'd prefer to cum in your mouth. It's an intimate night, he doesn't want you to be completely covered in his seed just yet. He'd rather save that for the honeymoon.
♡ Chest heaving against your back, Andrew's next move is to pull you into his lap again. Remember how much he loves mirrors? He'll seat you right on his cock and direct your face with his hands to look right into the mirror across from your bed.
♡ "My wife," he'd murmur into your shoulder before snapping his hips into yours.
♡ Having Andrew's mouth so close to your ears means you'll get to hear every gasp and purr that he emits. And he makes a lot of quiet noises he tries to hide.
♡ Andrew made sure to cup a hand around your breasts and kiss your neck & lips as well. He wants to surround you. He wants all of your senses to be overtaken by him until you can't function.
♡ He would whisper praise into your ear, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you feel around him. It's not like him to be this bold and dominant but you're loving it.
♡ Andrew asked to cum inside you that night. When he finally reached his climax, he lifted you up so he could admire the string of cum connecting the husband to his wife. He was addicted to the sight and made sure to capture it in his memories for as long as he could.
♡ After several more rounds of rough licks and hard thrusts, Andrew would want something more soft and classic with you.
♡ Gently lowering you onto the mattress, Andrew would hover over you and press a tender kiss to your lips. With one long thrust, he'd fill you right up and stay like that, your hands connecting.
♡ His thrusts would be slow and sensual, making love to you rather than just fucking you. Don't be surprised if you feel hot tears drop onto your shoulders. This is one of the most sentimental moments of Andrew's whole life.
♡ Your tongues would dance as your lips locked in an intense kiss, you can tell how desperately he's trying to last and make this feel good for you.
♡ Andrew quickly repositioned himself to hit that spot inside of you. He's committed the location to memory, and wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't relentlessly batter it tonight.
♡ Your sudden gasps caused his thrusts to grow frantic, his hot breath fanning onto your neck as he plowed you into the mattress.
♡ You could feel his smirk on your skin when you began to pulse around him.
♡ "Good girl..." he would purr, rubbing circles on the back of your hand as you rode out your high. Hearing your cries of pure ecstasy pushed Andrew over the edge, and he emptied himself into you. You had never felt so stuffed before.
♡ Once you've decided you had enough, Andrew's entire demeanour changes. Before, he was determined to push your limits and hear your cries, while now he's insisting that you take a bath. He feels awful that he ruined your hair and makeup, plus you're littered with hickeys and your thighs are stained with seed... he doesn't know that you wouldn't have it any other way.
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can i please have some of the Andrew skins getting head ? 👉🏻👈🏻 thst would be amazing if you could!!
⛅️ hcs of the andrew skins getting head
desolate sand ;;
♡ this andrew is definitely the roughest of the bunch. he'll leave you gasping for air and reaching to rub your head for relief after he pulls chunks of your hair out by accident.
♡ he doesn't mean to hurt you, truly. but this man has a death grip and loses complete control when he feels your lovely lips wrapped around his cock.
♡ the usual soft touches his hands grace you with are nowhere to be found. he's gripping your hair like his life depends on it, giving you appreciative pats that are more akin to slaps when you milk him.
♡ his groans are low and guttural, chest rumbling as he throws his head back.
♡ loves the power trip. this andrew is all about claiming what's his after enduring many brutal years in the wild west, so he's going to order you around and appreciate how you're so willing to please him.
♡ he initiates blowjobs most of the time. you might rub your crotch against him as you give him a massage and it sends him over the edge. he's telling you to get on your knees or else he's going to explode.
♡ can't stop cursing. your name mixed with a string of lewd curses spill from his lips with every pump of his cock.
♡ his dirty talk usually leads to "you're so fuckin' good, darling... mm, right there, shit... can't wait to fuck you..." in his scratchy southern drawl.
♡ prefers to make a mess with his cum so you two can wash it off together. he'll leave it dribbling down your mouth and chest, eager to scrub you down once he's rode out his high. what's better to him than painting you white with his cum? quite literally nothing.
train conductor ;;
♡ he's initially terrified when you give him head for the first time. what about your teeth? what if he doesn't taste good? what if he cums early?
♡ insecurities race through his mind until you lick your first stripe down the underside of his cock, tongue pressing against the protruding vein, and all he can think is fuck, more.
♡ feels a little bad about you giving him your 100 as he just sits there. he seems like he'd enjoy 69ing, his face stuffed between your legs as you suck him off.
♡ after a long day of dealing with insufferable passengers, he loves to receive oral. he just sighs in relief when you pull his boxers down and get to work. he's been waiting all day for this.
♡ desolate sand andrew is rough, cheese andrew is unbelievably gentle, and train conductor andrew is right in the middle. he likes having a hand in your hair but it's mainly so he can feel some part of you and give you pats of appreciation. occasionally he thrusts into your mouth and hits that spot in the back of your throat, but it's always accidental. he doesn't know you love it yet.
♡ if you let him cum in your mouth, he'll pamper you for the rest of the night. it makes him strangely soft whenever you swallow. the moment he finishes, he'll swipe his seed from your lips with his thumb and beam down at you, so proud you were able to take him.
♡ he can last for a pretty long time and he also loves to be edged. pull away the moment he's about to bust, a string of saliva connecting you to his throbbing length, and he'll nearly start sobbing. you can feel his thighs shake and his hand grip you tighter when you do.
♡ if you're cold while you go down on him, he'll drape you in his coat. when he looks down at you swimming in his coat as you have your hand playing with his balls and your head bobbing on his cock, he's blushing like mad and averting his gaze.
♡ once he nuts, he's scooping you up into his lap and just holding you. he'll kiss your hair as he thanks you for being so good and sheepishly ask if you can do the same thing tomorrow. you say yes every time.
cheese ;;
♡ he melts so easily. the moment you sink to your knees and look up at him with your doe eyes, precum oozes from his needy dick as he whines for mercy. it's gotten to the point where when mever you crouch or kneel during matches he gets turned on because he associates it with getting head.
♡ picture you kneeling down to dismantle a peeper, and looking up to see andrew trying to hide his throbbing boner he got from the sight. or feeling something hard brush against your thigh as you lean over him to heal him.
♡ what he isn't shy about? his moans. they're so high pitched, so raw and full of sheer pleasure. his cries sync up with each flick of your tongue, panting between mewls.
♡ his tip is extra sensitive, if you want to make his intense moans get caught in his throat as he cries and drowns in sweat all you need to do is swirl your tongue around it.
♡ his favourite position is laying down on his back as you take him in your mouth. the sight of you kneeled in his lap as you utterly destroy him is too much for him to handle sometimes, he can't look. the sight is so sinful he almost feels the urge to pray.
♡ don't let him cover his face. blood always rushes to his cheeks and he has the urge to cover it. look up at him through your lashes if you want him to explode instantly.
♡ some guys hate when you keep sucking after he cums, but cheesedrew loves the overstimulation. he may seem vanilla, but this boy literally wants you to suck him off until he faints.
♡ you're gonna need to take care of him once he's came enough times, because you milk him so hard he isn't able to walk. his entire belly will be stained with seed and he'll whimper as you wipe it off. you can tell it's because he wants you again, he can never get enough.
hcs of Luca with a s/o who’s also an aristocrat perhaps? 😳
💸 luca with an aristocrat s/o
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♡ luca's old personality always shines through around you, and simply being around you helps bring back memories of his life before the accident.
♡ so he's always accompanying you to games & events, eager to see how you hold your teacups or courtesy people in case it jogs his memory.
♡ you're like medicine to luca, he can never get enough of you.
♡ loves to dance with you!!! he remembers waltzes through muscle memory so he's excited to show you his moves. to him, there's no better way to spend a night than to spin and lift you in his arms, your head nestled in his shoulder as you dance circles in his room.
♡ you're gonna need to teach him stuff like table manners again. he wants to take you on fancy dinner dates like you're used to, and he wants to play the part of being your aristocratic boyfriend. you know so much, he's always amazed.
♡ it's a huge relief for him to meet a noble that isn't snobby and selfish. despite making lots of friends in his life, nobody has ever sat down and listened to luca's ideas or problems. you're someone who actually understands luca and listens. he needs that.
♡ sometimes he feels insecure that he doesn't have much to give you. he thinks you deserve a better lover with tons of wealth and status. if he ever confesses that he feels like you deserve better, shut him up with kisses.
♡ i mean it. you'll have to kiss every inch of his face to make him stop his self depreciating rambles, he truly wants the best for you and doesn't think he's good enough :(
♡ he can't keep his eyes off your different skins!!! you look so classy and stunning that he can't help but stare. if you decode with him he's staring at your bows and jewellery, utterly distracted.
♡ pampers you a lot. he knows you're used to the good life and grew up spoiled rotten so he'll try to replicate that in your relationship!!! occasionally he burns your food with his zaps or fries your laundry but he's trying.
♡ he'll make you tons of luxury items like jewellery and also some homey things, like slippers. this man just wants you to be comfortable and make up for the fact you're stuck in a dingy manor.
♡ you two act like each other's butlers. always surprising the other with breakfast in bed, massages, and gifts.
♡ he'll call you king, queen, or monarch for the laughs. fancy petnames and treating you like royalty happens daily with luca.
♡ there's no pressure to keep up your posh act around luca. he loves when you take off your uncomfortable shoes and lay together in your pajamas, not caring about your roles in the world.
♡ when you plant flowers together and get covered in dirt it scratches this little spot he has, he loves seeing you having fun and not caring about the high society you were raised in.
♡ when you finally called him luca instead of mister balsa, his face had the goofiest grin that you couldn't wipe off even if you tried.
♡ "luca, can you- why are you smiling like that???"
♡ "my... my name... say it again, love.~"
♡ he does this every time you talk to him.
♡ someone makes a snide remark about how you're a pompous noble? zzzap.
♡ luca doesn't tolerate people only seeing you as your status. you're his entire world, so comments about you being rich don't sit right with him at all. he's quick to defend you and reassure everyone you're the best person they'll ever meet.
♡ you seem extremely familiar to him. maybe he's met you once before...
hello- since your requests and match ups are open, i'd like to have a match up!♡ so,, i mostly prefer male, im curious about the world and would like to know more. im pretty much an ambivert, a mix of both mature and immature. i love drawing landscapes and digital art, because i aim for being an architect. i get slightly awkward once im infront of a big crowd, i wasn't really foreign with attention. i like someone would would be childish with me, but not that one that'd cross the line. ♡♡
i match you with . . .
🍓 luca balsa 🍓
♡ you and luca 🤝 ambivert rights
♡ study dates... luca doesn't remember much about his past but he is a very smart person and would love to teach you about anything he remembers, like technology from his time or trivia he knows about electricity and machines.
♡ when you show him your drawings he's blown away. he has some experience drawing blueprints but your stuff is on another level.
♡ he can be pretty childish but it's never annoying or overly immature. luca loves to play pranks on you or leave little notes on your landscape drawings, like stickmen that are supposed to be you two.
♡ luca isn't a fan of bustling crowds either, loud noises overwhelm him. he loves to be alone with you, watching you doodle or listening to you talk about your favourite subjects.
♡ he perks his face up against your skin when you mention random invention ideas you have or modern things like drawing tablets!!
♡ if he ever reads a cool book he's gonna make you read it too. especially if it's about something you're interested in. you're walking encyclopedias for each other.
hmmm... may i request some angsty headcanons for joseph desaulniers?
🎥 angsty joseph hcs
♡ joseph acts like a grumpy old man sometimes, so most people tend to keep their distance. he feels like nobody really likes him except for you.
♡ he's insecure about the fact everyone views him as this ancient grandpa when he's like 28. the constant jokes about his hair being a powdered wig make him want to cover it up sometimes.
♡ it sounds so silly but he really does hate every part of himself. there are days where he can't even leave his room because he feels like the butt of everyone's jokes.
♡ he is so terrified of losing you. whether you're ailed by injury or sickness, he clings to you (physically and mentally) and doesn't want your life to be threatened in any way.
♡ when he takes care of you, it's not cute. he ugly cries. he begs you not to go. he might begin blubbering about claude as he holds you in his death grip.
♡ even just a cough falling from your lips is enough to make joseph worry.
♡ he can grow cold and distant if you push his buttons the wrong way.
♡ joseph doesn't appreciate when he's made a fool of himself. you hide his cameras before a match for fun? he's genuinely upset and doesn't want to look at you for a while.
♡ if you get sick or hurt while he's brooding in his room... he'll never forgive himself. the photographer that averts his gaze from yours and leaves tables right after you sit down is clinging to you and not letting you go from his arms now.
♡ although he acts proud and arrogant, deep down he deems himself unworthy of love or affection. he doubts his skills as a photographer and doesn't find himself charming or likeable.
♡ he might shy away from taking pictures of his s/o at first because he doesn't think he's good enough to capture someone as beautiful as them.
♡ mirrors... joseph has a complicated relationship with them. he can only see claude when he looks in one.
♡ some days, he's glued to his reflection and talks to it, treating the mirrored version of himself as his own brother.
♡ other days he covers them up and can't stand to look at himself. it's like a dagger to his heart, seeing himself alive when someone dear to him isn't anymore.
♡ the only thing that helps him with this is you. when you kiss him on the cheek or wrap your arms around him from behind, he's reminded that he's his own person. it's also reassuring for him to just see you, it's like you have a spell on him.
♡ nightmares. he has them OFTEN. about claude, about how joseph will never be immortal no matter how hard he tries, dreams where you're hurt. those three thoughts always linger in his mind, asleep or awake.
♡ he's haunted by his past and he dreads the future. it's common for joseph to wake up in a cold sweat and cage you in his arms because he needs a reminder that you're real, alive, and still with him.
♡ this man is so cold and broken. he needs a hug as much as he denies it. be nice to peepaw please :(
Hcs for norton, naib, and aesop with a s/o that has lotsa peircings?
💎🥊 norton, naib, and aesop with s/o who has lots of piercings ⚰️🖤
NORTON CAMPBELL ;;
♡ norton loves shiny or metal things so your piercings would be no different.
♡ he thinks they're the coolest things in the world... you catch him staring a lot.
♡ he'd love to kiss them or get you clothes and jewelry that match them.
♡ maybe he'd even make some of his own to spoil you with? whether they're earrings or snakebites, he's going to craft some.
♡ i also hc that he already has a few piercings, so you two could match.
♡ in fact you two WILL match. you'll have piercings that spell out each other's initials so everyone knows you belong to each other.
♡ it makes him feel both powerful and soft that you're willing to coordinate with him.
♡ norton would love if you had belly piercings, when he runs his hands along your body during cuddle sessions it would be therapeutic for him to feel something there. just something to ground him.
NAIB SUBEDAR ;;
♡ naib thinks your piercings kick ass.
♡ he's always wanted that look where one ear is pierced, he might ask you for some help or ideas.
♡ he thinks you're super brave for piercing your skin like that.
♡ the moment he noticed them gracing your skin, he was instantly interested in you. he's always thought piercings were cool as hell so an s/o who's covered in them is like a dream for naib.
♡ he's a huge tease, if they're on your mouth he'd always run his tongue along them or nibble them when he kisses you.
♡ the more you have, the more highly he thinks of you.
♡ he views every piercing as a story so he'd definitely ask when you got each one and why. if you have certain reasons for them, he'd love to hear them. but "i thought it'd look cool" is a super valid reason too, it makes naib view you as a badass.
AESOP CARL ;;
♡ aesop thinks they compliment you so well, he adores body modifications and things that set you apart from other people.
♡ he was a bit startled when he noticed them, not gonna lie. he wonders if they hurt and seems like the guy to ask you to go into detail about getting pierced... he's just enchanted by you and wants to know more, don't mind him.
♡ most likely out of the three to research them or borrow books from the library about the history of piercings just because.
♡ "do they numb the area first?" "aesop, you've asked me this, like, eight times." "...just curious, is all."
♡ maybe it's because he wants some too.
♡ when he embalms you during matches, recreating your piercings is always a super fun experience for him. it's an opportunity for him to ogle them close up without having to worry about making you uncomfortable.
♡ he's picky about textures, so you're lucky that he loves how smooth they feel.
mayhaps norton with a virgin reader? i really liked the joseph one and was wondering if you’d do something similar dsnbfbsbfbs
💎 norton with a virgin s/o
♡ norton is always showing how much he loves you by spoiling you with presents and kisses. after a long time of gifting you the same jewelry and gemstones, he's the one that wants to take your relationship to the next step.
♡ norton wants to do more to your body than just kissing it and holding it, he wants to thoroughly make love to you and commit every inch to memory.
♡ the first time you both get undressed he's almost more nervous than you are. you've never seen him bare before, so you'd have to reassure him that his scars don't matter to you and you think he looks beautiful, that you want him no matter what. that encourages him to keep going.
♡ he knows how to be precise and gentle from his time working with things that are prone to shatter. his hands may be rough but when he strokes and kneads you, you've never felt safer.
♡ you can feel how much he holds back during your first time. he might grip your wrist a little too hard and it's a reminder of how strong he is, and how much he loves you to ensure that you're comfortable.
♡ he'll give you oral until your legs are shaking and you're begging him to just fuck you already. he doesn't just want you to be ready, he wants you to need him so bad that you'll die if you don't have him.
♡ norton holds you so tenderly like he's going to lose you. one hand has its fingers locked between yours, while the other is on the small of your back pulling you closer.
♡ his chest is so big you can get lost in it. he'd let you bounce in his lap, your arms splayed out on the chiseled sea of tan skin and dark hair. for your first time when you're still getting used to things, he thinks it'd be good for you to set the pace for a bit.
♡ leaves you plenty of hickeys to prepare you for the many sessions to come.
♡ he gets a little possessive knowing that you're letting your first time be with him. during foreplay, he'll give your body some light slaps as he growls that you're his and he's gonna claim you.
♡ extra vocal when you touch him so you know what areas he likes to be touched the most. he knows you're inexperienced and that's okay, he'll teach you.
♡ once you've adjusted to his size, he's going to get rougher. he won't hurt you, but his touches won't be featherlight anymore.
♡ he'll pin you down and take you from the back, marvelling at how well you've grown used to him and how well you can take him now.
♡ the first time he cums with you he gets so emotional. he presses your foreheads together and thanks you for doing this with him. he can go from drilling you to crying in like three seconds.
♡ once you're both tuckered out, he's looming over you and repeatedly asking you if you're hurt. no matter what your answer is, he'll wash you off with love seeping from every wipe.
♡ the stray flecks of his cum that he scrubs off your warm skin excite him for the future so much.
definitely not an ask, but i just wanted to say thank you for,,,, being i guess?? you're a big inspiration to me and actually spurred me to start my own blog! i'm a multifandom author but i'm sort of pining for idv asks :flushed: my url is rubicide if anyone's interested!.... sorry for the inadvertent promo hasjsjdfj
i'm so happy to hear that wtf, you're sweet 🥺🥺 i'll defo give you a promo, i hope you get some idv asks 💕
@rubicide everyone send some idv asks over! xyr requests are open !
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