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Hello!! I saw you you request were open and I would like to request something if that’s okay💜

Could you do a Rhys x reader where reader’s overworked and Rhys basically gives her a spa day after she comes home one day just tired and on the verge of a breakdown?

Hope you are doing well💜

Of Course! I love my Rhysie Darling!

Overwhelmed

You were so, so tired.

Work was overwhelming. People in general are overwhelming. You work in a bakery, the one place where you are to feel relaxed by the soothing smells of bread, cakes and cookies, which helps you forget about the otherwise impending paperwork you had to help Rhys with, and you were planning to have a relaxing shift with your best friend.

But today, it seemed like everybody and they mama wanted something from your bakery and there was a rush hour. People were all in your face, barking orders at you. One man had called you a bitch for running out of his favorite bread, which was easily corrected by your best friend, who cursed him out. Of course, you tried to stop her, but she didn't listen, which you were secretly grateful for.

But once you had closed up shop, you saw your beloved mate, your fiancé Rhys, standing beside the door. He smiles at you, and a wave of sadness and pent-up feelings washed over you as you dropped your belongings onto the ground and started sobbing, and Rhys rushes over to comfort you. He winnows you both back to your shared room in the House of Wind. "My darling, what saddens you so?" He whispers as he kisses away your tears (or should we say lick? Y'all can pick) and rubs your back soothingly. You sob, burying your face in his chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear until you calm down to quiet sniffles.

"Now my darling, what happened? What made you cry so much?" He asks and you let out a sigh. "Apparently everyone and their mama wanted to come to the bakery today, because it was a rush the whole day. I didn't get a break, and one man called me a bitch for running out of his favorite bread! And that's not counting the paperwork I haven't edited for you, or the thank you notes I need to send from all of the gifts we got from the engagement-" Rhys quickly shushes you. "My darling slow down. We don't need to worry about all of that right now. Let's just get you some food and some rest and we'll think it over, okay?" He says, brushing some stray hair from your face. You nod and he kisses your forehead and picks you up bridal style, where there was a steaming, jasmine-scented bubble bath waiting for you.

Rhys strips you down and gently places you in the tub and you let out a sigh of relief. Rhys smiles down at you and kneels as he caresses your hand. "Thank you Rhysie." You whisper. "Anything for my mate." He kisses your hand and starts to get up, but you grab his wrist. "Please don't leave." You whimper, the urge to cling to him apparent. "I'm not leaving my y/n. I'm just going to make your food, and I'll come back, and we can cuddle. How does that sound?" He asks. "That sounds wonderful." You say, and he plants a firm kiss on your lips.

"I love you."

I love you more my darling."

A/N: Okay, so this one is half assed, but I hope it's what you want! Keep sending requests and I'll try to update my Mattheo Riddle series!

When you partner is like Rhys~

Rhysand’s Kinks Headcannon

Warnings(s): smut obviously, choking, bondage, squirting, edging, exhibitionism, marking, daddy kink

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-It was no secret that Rhysand was a sex god.

-He loved nothing more than edging you all night long, his fingers drumming against your clit feverishly, then stopping right when you were close. Right when he felt you clench around his fingers, signaling that you were about to let go. He could literally do this all night, but he’s too kind to ever torture you for that long. Give him your signature puppy eyes and he’ll let you cum.

-Even better than the latter, he loves to make you squirt. It’s physical proof that stays on the sheets all night that he truly pressed all the right buttons inside of you. Squirt in his face too, he’ll say “good girl” and let you choke on his dick.

-Exhibitionism. But, only in other courts. He adores having you sit on top of him, legs spread as he toys with your clit through your panties. (think that one scene in acomaf 👀) the shocked gasps and embarrassed looks from the other fae around fills his ego up even more, if that were even possible.

-Daddy kink. I will not accept anything less. This. Man. Is. Daddy. He’ll refer to himself that way, too. Saying things like “Does someone want daddy’s cock tonight?” “Want daddy to make your pretty pussy cum? Hmmm? Be a good girl.” If you call him that in public, good luck…he will take you in an alleyway pressed up against the brick.

-Bondage. Simple. He enjoys tying you up so that you can’t close your legs when he hits that sensitive part of your g-spot, or when he keeps licking your clit languidly even after you came.

-Choking. Nothing too intense, but he does think his large hand looks rather pretty like a necklace around your sensitive neck. He might just have a thing for necks in general, though. He loves kissing and sucking on your neck just as much as when you do it to him. And fuck…do those growls and moans he makes when you do it encourage you.

-Impact play. Again, nothing too intense. In fact, you’re the one who brought it up. You were being a tease, he called you naughty. You replied with “maybe you should punish me then. spank the brat out of me?” You could of swore you saw the feral horny look in his eyes illuminate. He was still hesitant to lay a hand on you like that, but when you moaned in pleasure and soaked your panties after his first little smack, he knew how much of a pain slut you were. Your safe word is wingspan.

-Marking. You belong to him, and he wants everyone to know that. Expect to have dark purple bruises all over your neck, tits, and in between your thighs. You swore that Rhys could make you cum just from sucking on your jugular…