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How the Peaky boys would react to “you wearing a sundress” -> headcannon

(NSFW) but more implied then truly written, but still read at your own risk

Tommy🪖

🪖it was a hot day, and you were rummaging through your clothing chest to try find something suitable to wear to bear the heat outside.

🪖Tommy had headed out early, business to attend to with Alfie Solomons.

🪖he hadn’t meant to wake you, trying to sneak around the bedroom to get dressed and get out of the house: especially after a… long night

🪖but still, you stirred and whined “Tom?” You breathe with a rasped voice “s’alright, back to sleep darling” he instructed but you endured, sitting up and stretching your arms high above your head and Thomas watched as the covers fell to reveal your bare torso and it took all his self control to stop salivating.

🪖you climbed out of bed and threw the slip dress over your head, heading towards your husband who was buttoning his shirt in the mirror

🪖you turned him towards you and swatted his hands away, and he allowed you to finish buttoning his shirt for him, finishing the top button and pulling the collar down to kiss him.

🪖”Solomons is coming by today” Thomas huffed and you looked up at him with narrowed eyes “long meeting?” You ask and he shakes his head “shouldn’t be” you nod “d’you want me to come by later? Bring you some lunch?” You ask and he connects his eyes with yours “y’know y’worry me when you stay in there all day” you continue and he offers a small smile. “I’ll take that as a yes” you say, kissing the corner of his mouth and tapping his chest, ushering him out of the door. “Go on, shoo.”

🪖he smirked and grabbed his cap on the way out, whistling as he went

🪖so there you were, already sweeting with mere silk on your body

🪖you saw a dress with the tags still on, yellow and billowing at the bottom: sundress

🪖you looked it over one before deciding it was the perfect choice for today’s endeavours.

🪖you’d nipped out to the market first, collecting some supplies to make him some soup or whatever you could conjure up.

🪖you even grabbed some sunflowers too; having bought him a vase for his office, thinking it needed some life brought into it, given the volume of lives that were lost in that room.

🪖later in the day you headed to Tommy’s office, assuming that his meeting must be done by now and to feed him.

🪖you’d headed to the Garrison, greeting Harry and having a few wandering eyes following you as you approached the Blinder’s designated room, thinking nothing of it as you turned the door knob.

🪖Tommy couldn’t be mad at your intrusion for the sheer sight of you. His pupils blew out of his head as he looked you over, he’d never seen this dress before. Yet his jaw gritted at the way Alfred fucking Solomons had the same reaction.

🪖”oh I’m so sorry gentleman” you said, pivoting to leave “no no, sweetheart. Alfie was just leaving. Weren’t you?” Tommy asked and Alfie creased his brows but with the eyes his business partner was giving him told him everything he needed to know. “Yeah yeah, just leaving Tom”

🪖Alfie stood, to leave and smiled at you “lovely to see you, poppet” Alfie said, you’d always gotten along with him; you hugged him as he welcomed it, and he grinned at you “you look gorgeous you, yeah? Lovely new dress. Fabulous it is” “fuck off Alfie” “yeah yeah I’m going, bye love”

🪖Tommy looked you over as the door clicked shut with tight lips. “I’m sorry Tom I didn’t think he’d still be here-” “have you had that on all day?” He cuts you off and you raise your brows “the dress?” “Mhm” “oh yeah, found it earlier. Never worn it.” You say, spinning to give him a giddy look at it.

🪖Tommy couldn’t help but smile “c’m ere.” He beckons you over and you approach him “I brought you some lunch-” you begin “nah, got all I need to eat right here” he says and grabs your hips, prompting you to discard your basket on his desk.

🪖he sits back in his seat; opening his legs to pull you to stand between them. He gently takes the fabric between his fingers, then drags his hands so slowly up to your torso, not looking at your face. You fidget anxiously, his hands dragging back down to the hem of the dress.

🪖”dangerous wearing this, love” he says, dipping his hands under the dress to rest on your upper thighs, finally looking at you. You smile. He realises how easily the fabric is lifted, pushing you back to sit on his desk “can’t do this to y’old Tom and expect to get away with it” he says, with a tut, unzipping his trousers and removing his suspenders as he pushes your underwear to the side.

🪖”I’m buying you more o’ these.”

Alfie🧸

🧸Alfie was sat reading the newspaper in his armchair, Cyril asleep beside him when you came into the room.

🧸”so, what do you think?” You asked and Alfie looked up but had to do a double take. A white sundress with frilled straps and tight torso. “Blimey poppet, what’s this then?” He asked, dropping his glasses to the end of his nose to get a better look at you.

🧸”a sundress Alf!” You say, “y’bought it last year, remember?” “Thought I’d remember buying something like this.” He says, standing to his feet, moving to take your hand in his own “give us a spin then darling” he says, turning you as the fabric billowed as you went only for your gorgeous beaming face to return to him.

🧸”now this is fucking fabulous ain’t it darlin’, fucking fabulous. Bloody love it. Suits you nicely” he mumbles as you smile “but y’can’t wear it” he says and your face drops “y’what?” You asks, brows furrowing. “Y’aint givin y’old man heart palpitations and expecting me to let y’out of the house, flower. Not like this” he says sternly, wagging an accusatory finger at you.

🧸”but we’re got to go to the market-” you protest “nah, we ain’t” he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you yelp. He flips the rim of your skirt up so he gets a great view of your ass, smacking it lightly “Alfie!”

🧸”don’t think I won’t shag y’on these stairs, treacle, now let me get up the fucking stairs, yeah?”

🧸then later in the day when you’d finally manage to coax him off of you and out of the house to the market, there was a hand permanently on your waist. And then at some point you bent over to smell some flowers and Alfie couldn’t help but lean his hips into yours. You yelped “Alfie!” You hissed. “C‘mon love I can’t cope.” He grunts, impatiently prompting the rest of the shopping to go by faster, flipping the skirt of the dress up again when he finally got back to the car.

Arthur🍺

🍺so. Fucking. Antsy.

🍺can’t keep his fucking hands off of you.

🍺left early, didn’t he? Ended up waking you up; banging all the doors shut and all that as he clambered out of the house.

🍺you decided that was your wake up call regardless, knowing full well that if he’d have left in a state such as the one he was in last night then it wasn’t good business. Meaning it’d perk him up for you to visit him and calm down his anger during the day, even if it was only a chat to rectify his emotions.

🍺you’d gotten yourself dressed without a second thought, inly to do a double take and head right back into the house when you felt the sweltering temperatures outside the from door.

🍺you’d rummage through your clothing chest, struggling to find anything suitable for such an occasion, used to the drizzly cool downpour of the indefinite English winter.

🍺then you spotted it; the sundress

🍺Arthur had gone mad for it last year, and it was forgotten about at around Christmas time when it was way too cold for attire like that, but now was the perfect opportunity to wind him up again.

🍺and you were in a teasing mood after the way he’d slammed the front door shut and made a crack in the mahogany.

🍺so you’d slipped it on, it was a lovely shade of pink; baby pink to be exact. Arthur loved that colour on you, made him forget all his troubles and appreciate his woman for a while - especially when he couldn’t get his hands off you. So, giving yourself a once over you spritzed a bit of the expensive perfume Thomas had kindly gifted you the Christmas prior, the one you knew Arthur liked the smell of, and headed out the door.

🍺you decided to stop by the bakery on the way to his office, the bakery with the young cashier who had a large crush on you who Arthur absolutely despised, and you knew it’d get him even more rilled up knowing full well that you’d been in that dress, had leant over the counter while the young lad stumbled over his words and explained what was in every one of them, let you sample the one that the lad knew full well was your favourite, and gave you it on the house with a tip on the hat and a kiss on the hand.

🍺yeah this was turning out to be a pretty good day.

🍺so you waltzed through the building, little spring in your step as you greeted all the turning heads who watched you as you walked.

🍺you knocked on his door “fuck off” and you opened it “sorry Arth, thought you’d want some company” you say in the shyest voice you could manage to muster. His demeanour immediately changed when he heard your voice, his posture settled but when he looked at you his mouth ran dry.

🍺”brought you a bun” you say, taking it out of the bag you’d brought and knew full well he looked at the branding on the paper packaging. His jaw went slack. “Fuck me love, y’tryna kill me?” He asked, taking his cap off his head and shooting his head beneath it. “What do you mean, darling?” You asked, feigning innocence, heading to his desk as you placed the treat in front of him. “You know fucking damn well what. That bastard dress is back again” he says, grabbing your waist with calloused hands to bring you closer to him and he looked you over.

🍺”wearing the nice perfume too, ain’t ya love?” He asked meekly and you nodded “warm day and I couldn’t find anything else. Saw how quickly you’d left his morning so I thought I’d bring you something to eat” you say with a small, innocent smile as you stroked his cheek. He swallowed hard, eyes unwillingly shifting from you to the pastry on his desk.

🍺”y’ve been to that fucking bakery, ain’t ya?” He asked, gritting his teeth “well it’s your favourite-” “and that little bastard was serving wasn’t he?” He asked again, eyes narrowing “who? Daniel-” “yes fucking Daniel that little cock rocket who thinks he can get in your knickers that’s who” he seethed.

🍺then it dawned on him. “And he saw you in this fucking thing” he growled, bunching the pink material in his hands as he huffed “m’sorry Arth. Didn’t think” you reply. Liar. “Nah I think you knew. Knew to tease y’old Arthur didn’t you?” He asked, thumb drawing small circles into your waist. You replied with a small smile “I knew it! Y’little minx!” He chuckled, shaking his head.

🍺”well!“You exclaim, taking his hands and prying them from your waist as his face dropped “I’ll leave you be. Enjoy your pasty. Love you.” You say, turning to make your leave and he almost growled.

🍺”where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He asked, standing up after you as you walked back through his door, failing to suppress your smirk. He pretty much sprinted after you, grabbing you roughly and throwing you over his shoulder to turn right back around and into his office. “Got all I want to eat right fucking ‘ere. You ain’t leaving this office in this bastard dress” he promises, slamming the office door behind the two of you.

John🥃

🥃bold of you to think you’re even leaving the house with it on.

🥃he’s not like his brothers, he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye unless Tommy was literally at the door screaming for him, and even then he was quick to reassure you before he sprinted out the house.

🥃no he liked to wake up with you, especially now there were too many kids to count running around the house.

🥃he liked to wake you up with little kisses, grab you at the waist and pull you back into bed if you tried to leave, brush his teeth beside you in the bathroom, help get the kids ready, pick your outfit, and let you tie his tie which usually took a good half hour between all the songs he’d sneak in.

🥃gave him a sense of homeliness.

🥃a bit of normality.

🥃today was no different, he’d woke you up with little kisses, rolling you to sit on top of him, legs either side of his hips as he repetitively kissed you as you giggled and tried to rise for a breath.

🥃”mammy I’m hungry!” A voice came from the doorway and you saw your agitated son pawing at his pyjamas as he looked at you desperately. “Fucking kid interrupting. About to fu-” John mumbled quietly before you were placing a hand over his mouth with wide, warning eyes. He smirked at you. “Alright mate, I’ll come, leave your poor mammy alone” John answered, finally managing to pry your hand away. “Thanks daddy” he says, giddily, as John reluctantly placed you back in bed and rolled out, chucking a shirt on and turning back to you. “Don’t move” he says, wagging a jokingly warning finger at you and you laugh “yes sir” you salute and he smirk.

🥃”right c’mon mate.” John says, grabbing your son and slinging him onto a piggy back to go grab him something to munch on.

🥃you practically jumped out of bed to go grab the new sundress that you bought last week, you hadn’t shown John yet and decided that today was the day you were going to wear it, especially now you had the quick couple of minutes of peace alone.

🥃”right, little’uns eating his breakf- fuck me” you spun around to look at your husband and smiled “what d’y think?” You ask, “g’i us a twirl” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. You did as he said and pivoted around, showing how the dress spun with you.

🥃”it’s a sundress” you say “I can see that flower” he replies, walking up to you to have a good feel of the fabric, gliding his hands from your upper back to your waist as he pulls you into him “y’can’t wear tha’.” He says simply and you giggle “why’s tha Johnny?” You ask and he raises his brows “that little name tells me you know goddamn why gorgeous.” He says “y’cannea wear it cause I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off of ya.” He says, quickly turning to slam the door shut before picking you up and dropping you on the bed, climbing on top of you and leaning in to kiss you hungrily.

🥃you move to take the dress of and he shakes his head “now, now whole point of this dress is that it’s easy access now, ain’t it?” He hums “leave it on I’ll work around don’t you worry ‘bout me.” He says quickly with his tongue protruding to lick his dry lips as he looks you over.

🥃he dips his head under the hem of the dress and eats you like a man starved. “Mammy! Daddy we’re ‘ungry!” You hear from beyond the door and John stops his movement to come back up for air and clamp a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds coming out of it. John huffs, frustrated but clears his throat. “Harriet darlin’ can you reach the milk?” He asks after a minute “I can da’.” Her little voice replies “Toby can you reach the cereal?” “Uh-huh” the other retorts. “Great and Charlie? Bowls and spoons?” “Yeah I know where they are daddy!” The little one says “perfect. Harriet want you to get the milk, the big ‘un I’m not having you using up the fancy shit your mam bought from Camden. Y’here me?” He asks “yeah dad” “Toby, grab the cereal and Charlie get the bowls and lot.” He instructs “okay!” The collective voices come out. “Hannah need you to make sure it’s all gone to plan, alright hon?” He asks “sure thing” then you hear the patter of feel heading down the stairs

🥃”and I swear to god if any of you little shits make a mess y’ll all be up for the fuckin’ high jump!” He announces loudly, before quieting down and turning back to you “where were we?”

🥃and then when you’d finally managed to pry him off of you, he begrudgingly let you wear it “don’t forget we’re going to Alice’s garden party.” You say “what?” He asks, noticing how you’ve dressed all the kids appropriately “y’ain’t going looking like that flower” he says “I sure am. Come in you lot! In the car!” You say, ushering him out the door

🥃he managed to sneak you away one or two times at the party.

Bonnie🥊

🥊Bonnie’s just as bad as John

🥊cannot keep his hands off of you

🥊”’m takin’ y’ to Bonnie Gold’s fight.” Your brother said walking into the room “wear summot nice, that dress I bought you” “why?” “Just get dressed” you nodded at Tommy, not opposed to visiting Bonnie Gold any day.

🥊”is his sister coming?” Bonnie asked his dad hopefully and the man smirked “why?” “J’st wonderin’.” “Yeah well keep y’eyes on the prize” Aberama told him “she is the fuckin’ prize” “try keep y’hands off of ‘er until the fights over, yeah?” He asked and him and Bonnie just shared a knowing smirk.

🥊you put on the sundress Tommy had bought you the other week, deciding it was a nice enough day to have a breeze against your skin, plus you had a pair of lovely shoes to match.

🥊so you rocked up downstairs, dress on and ready to go and Tommy just gave you a once over “poor lads gonna have a fuckin’ heart attack” John said, laughing “shut up John” you reply, as he opened the door to the car for you, offering his hand to help you up. “You look nice” Arthur commented with a raised brow “damn fucker better win this fight”

🥊”Bonnie” Thomas nodded as he entered the building, followed by his brothers, you at the back with John who’d strung an arm over your shoulder. “Mr Shelby” he nodded at him, but was clearly distracted. “Don’t you worry, Bonnie. She’s right ‘ere.” Tommy says, moving out the way for John and you to come into his view. “Hiya, Bon.” You smile “hiya flower” he manages to muster.

🥊yet, his breath had caught in his throat at the sheer sight of you. Your gorgeous face, hair done up nicely, and a fucking milkmaid dress. Some lovely sundress that other men didn’t deserve to see. Bonnie’s jaw clenched.

🥊”right, we’ll leave the two of you for a minute. Aberama, let’s chat” Thomas said, leading the others away “if he tries anything come and fuckin’ find me.” John said, looking Bonnie over once with narrowed eyes before strutting off after the others.

🥊Bonnie smirked looking at you “y’look lovely” he said quietly, approaching you “not too bad y’self Bon” you giggle as his hands wrap around you, leaning down to kiss you gently. “This fuckin’ dress. Y’do it on purpose?” He asks and you crease your brows “do what?” You hum and he sighs “I guess you’re not beautiful on purpose are you darlin’?” He grins, grabbing your hand to drag you into his changing room and lock the door behind you.

🥊he picks you up and you squeal with a laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against the door. He slips his hands under the hem of the skirt and holds your thighs gently.

🥊”this fucking dress” he says, chuffed that he managed to slip his hands all the way up to settle on your waist and you just smiled at him. You could feel him toying with the waistband of your panties and you laugh “Bon we’ve only got ten minutes!” You giggle and he sighs “guess we’ve got to be quick then, ay sugar?” He asks, undoing his trousers and just merely pushing your panties aside.

🥊you lean your head into the curve of his neck, muffling the sounds erupting from your mouth and muffling them with his bear skin and he slid in and out of you. “God ‘m so fuckin’ obsessed with you.” He groaned “y’know what this makes me think of?” He asks and you shake your head in question against him. “Makes me think of a mammy. What a mammy should wear when she’s pregnant ‘nd can’t get into nothin’ else.” He mumbles. “This wha’ya were tryna do t’me?” He asks “tryna get me to make y’a mammy? Cause it’s working darlin’. So well.” You whine at his remark.

🥊and when you both finish you try to pull up from his shoulder but he holds you firmly in place “Nuh uh. You dress like a mammy y’become one” he says and you can’t help but smile at his statement. Eventually, he unwraps you from his waist and lets you down onto shaky legs. A knock comes at the door “five minutes, son. Get your hands wrapped” you hear Aberama say to him followed by leaving footsteps. You smile up at him “c’mon I’ll wrap your hands”

🥊you pull him to where the wrap is, sitting him down on the bench and standing between his legs as you work on protecting his hands.

🥊He was being extremely difficult

🥊trying to wrap a man’s hands when all he wants to do is have them under your dress is an extremely difficult task as he kept groping at your skin rather than letting you work. “D’ya want your hands wrapping or not?” You ask with a huff and he smirks “would rather be doing somethin’ else.” He shrugs, but lets you finish. And when you do he pulls you into a tight hug, leaning against the fabric where your breasts were constricted.

🥊”Bonnie, c’mon lad it’s time” you heard your brother say from beyond the door, knocking on it thrice (sausage roll video lol)

🥊Bonnie groaned from under your dress (you didn’t know when he’d managed to snake his way back under there) but you grabbed his hand and yanked him from his seated position to standing; pulling him towards the door and unlocking it to take him to the ring.

🥊Bonnie pulled the hand that was dragging him, sending you flying into his chest with a force that nearly winded you as he gave you one last kiss. “Bonnie! Go!” You giggled, pushing him away and towards the ring, taking a stand beside your brothers as the match began.

🥊The rounds went by painfully slow for Bonnie; regardless of the fact that he was winning - but in reality it was only a good few minutes of pure fighting.

🥊then when the match was finished, he waltzed over to the Shelby family like he owned the place and offered a blood-filled grin as it dripped down his chin.

🥊”well done Bonnie lad.” Tommy said, lighting a cigarette. “Cheers Tommy.” He replied, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. “Didn’t y’get some money f’this match?” John asked, lighting his own. “Nah he’s got his own trophy right over there” Tommy replied, nodding at you as they all turned to see you chatting with Bonnie’s father.

🥊”just do us a favour” Thomas told him and Bonnie immediately nodded “marry her.” “Don’t have to tell me twice, mr Shelby.” Bonnie told him with a chuckle, heading to grab you to resume your activities.

Isaiah♟️

♟️haha.

♟️again, bold of you to assume that you’re getting fucking anywhere with that thing on.

♟️feel like it’d be a black sundress, one with frills on the sleeves.

♟️you’d gone for a walk with Finn, Tommy having told you both to fuck off for a while while they dealt with some deeper business; so a stroll around seemed to be the choice at hand.

♟️eventually though, Finn had gotten distracted by a sign you’d read that said ‘pretty women here shilling for a good time’ and left you to fend for yourself, opting not to follow your twin into the whore house, yet you weren’t in your own company for long, feeling a cap placed on your head and an arm around your shoulders.

♟️“Hey pretty, what’re you doing all alone?” Isaiah asked, as he feel into step with you, but came to a sudden halt almost lurching you back. “And who let you wear that?” His eyebrows raised as he looked you over. “Why what’s wrong with it?” You asked “nothin’ nothin’. J’st don’t understand why it’s not on my bedroom floor” you smacked his chest and giggled “Isaiah!”

♟️”y’shouldnt have been let out wearing this, love” he said, backing you against the wall of one of the nearby buildings. “Well I was with Finn” you reason “hmm? And where is Finn now?” He asks, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.

♟️”in some whore house” you mumble in reply. He scoffs “some brother”. Then he starts again “why don’t we turn my house into a whore house and get that dress off you and into my room?” He suggests and you roll your eyes “such a way with words”

♟️”y’look fuckin’ insatiable” he says, leaning down to kiss that sensitive spot on the crevasse of your neck. “Dunno how I manage to keep my hand off you most of the time, doll” he shrugs “and in this? Fuck y’not gonna be walking anytime soon”

♟️you laugh at him “you wish peaky junior, now I was enjoying a lovely walk before you came along.” You hum, pushing him back by the chest and he scoffs “I’m a Shelby I can fend for myself” you shrug “not while I make you a Jesus.” He retorts, smirking like he knew he’d won. “Whatever, Isaiah” you say, calmly walking away

♟️he laughs loudly, running after you “c’mon Mrs Jesus we’ve business to attend to!” He announces, swiftly placing a hand onto your chest and pressing you back against the wall, lifting you up and placing hungry hands under the hem of your dress “Isaiah!” You scold, “not here!” He rolls his eyes “fine”

♟️and he places and arm under your knees and one to support your head as he carries you bridal-style back to his house. You clutch at his suit jacket and squeal at his action, holding on for dear life until you got to his home.

♟️did not wait until you got to the bedroom

♟️defo had his way with you against the door once it’d been firmly slammed shut and locked

♟️and on the sofa

♟️and the kitchen table

♟️and then bedroom

♟️(you never took the dress off)

♟️and eventually when you’d decided Tommy was probably done with his important business you managed to coax a begrudging Isaiah to the Garrison with you, who’d initially planned to keep you up all night with him but instead you were heading to a pub instead of his bed; which you’d end up in later anyways

♟️”oh she’s alive!” Arthur said sarcastically as you join them, noticing your presence and subsequently you noticed Finn’s. “How long did you last? Two minutes?” You asked and he scoffed “fuck off” “and of course I’m alive, I’m fine. It was Finn who left me alone!” You say, blame bombing your twin who looked at you with evil eyes.

♟️then Isaiah popped his head round “plus I wasn’t alone I was with Isaiah” you say matter-of-factly and Finn grits his jaw “what’ve I said about staying away from my fucking sister you fucking scrubber” Finn growls, landing a pent-up punch to Isaiah’s jaw who stumbled back slightly. “Didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout fucking her did ya?” He retorted and then he was running for the hills with three brothers sprinting after him.

♟️”men.” Polly said with a roll of her eyes

Michael🎱

🎱he wouldn’t be here nor there

🎱loved how it looks on you

🎱but hates the fact that other men see you wearing it.

🎱he makes heart eyes when he sees you in it, believing it to be the typical dress of a wife and mother; so it pretty much feeds into his delusions.

🎱the only time it saw the light of day in public would’ve definitely been when he’d been courting you. When he’d been invited to some garden party of a rich aristocracy down southwards.

🎱what Tommy failed to mention was that the Capitalist had a daughter a few months younger than Michael, of whom was extremely well spoken, and ridiculously pretty.

🎱he’d obviously weaselled his way over to you and the rest was history.

🎱and of course, history tends to repeat itself.

🎱again, you were heading to a garden party: Shelby arranged this time around, to show your initial family that the marriage between yourself and Michael was going well and therefore Tommy’s expansion to a more wealthier estate was worth the investment.

🎱”I’ll meet you there darling, business to take care of.” Michael had told you that morning while adjusting his collar, allowing you to help him straighten the tie you had wrapped around his neck. “Okay” you hummed, he always loved how you’d never pried.

🎱in reality he was off to see a man about a dog, in other terms; kill a man. Kill a man who’d been eyeing you up like a fucking slice of meat the evening prior. Eyeing you like he wanted to eat you like a man starved, as if your husband didn’t have a firm arm wrapped around your waist and oversized number of carats around your finger.

🎱even had the nerve to try talk to you, had groped at your ass and Michael covered your eyes with one hand while he clocked the bloke around the jaw with the other.

🎱never wanted a woman to see him fight, especially his woman.

🎱so he went about killing the man the next day; well he’s probably dead by now. He took his cap calmly to the man, beneath that bridge by the canal, castrated then blinded the man and left him struggling on the ground, having a couple of lesser known Peaky men surveying the area for the rest of the day to make sure no aid was to come to him, and when his struggling stopped they were to sort his body out.

🎱you made your way to the garden party independently, having worn a darling sundress; white and pristine and freshly pressed, accompanied by a sun hat and some subtle shoes; conservative enough for Michael not to complain that you looked like a whore, but skin-showing enough not to overheat in this sweltering weather.

🎱you were there before Michael, embraced by John and given a kiss on the temple by an already tipsy Arthur who was in that sort of mood where a gent gets rather happy when squidgy, it was a fine line with Arthur.. happy to angered

🎱but you entertained him, saying your hellos and greeting the rest of the family you’d married into, patiently waiting for Michael’s attendance.

🎱he was there soon thereafter.

🎱and he was fucking seething.

🎱he took one look at you as his mouth ran dry, grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the garden getting countless opposing arguments from the likes of Ada and John questioning what he was doing

🎱but nothing could soften the red he saw.

🎱how dare you wear that dress?

🎱practically threw you into the car, you’d never seen him this upset, let alone have it take it out on you; his loving, doting housewife of whom he trophied for every mistake he made, initially he thought you were his punishment from god.. sent an angel for a devil to take care of. But he’d gotten the hang of switching into a loving husband the minute he returned home

🎱but tonight was different

🎱”Michael, darlin-” “how dare you?” He seethed and you silenced yourself “pardon?” “How many fucking times have I told you you’re not wearing this fucking dress in public, hmm? And you wear it around my fucking horny cousin?” He growls and you don’t know how to reply “he looks at you like you’re a fucking piece of meet, sweets.” He tells you, finally looking at you

🎱”undressing you with his eyes. Watched him myself.” “John has a wife-” “John hires prostitutes. Y’think he’d be a better husband?” He asks, knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel harder “no-” “no. Cause I’ve never hired a fuckin’ prostitute since we’ve been together, and I work hard for you, y’know. Got no where to take my anger out cause I love you so much.” He says and despite the harshness of his words your heart swells.

🎱”killed a man for you and I show up to you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore?” Your mouth opened agape and he chuckled darkly “think I didn’t kill that bloke? Think I’d leave him safe? Nah, not with my missus I wouldn’t” he confirms, placing a hand on your leg as he speeds back home.

🎱he stops the car and doesn’t move for a minute.

🎱”listen to me very carefully, flower. I’m going to change my bloody shirt, and you’re gonna go upstairs, lay on the bed and wait for me. Yeah?” He asks “yeah o’course Michael.” You say as you get out the car

🎱”and leave that fuckin’ dress on!” You hear called behind you.

Finn🎞️

🎞️Finn is just horny 25/8 icl.

🎞️doesn’t know what does it for him about that dress, but it does something.

🎞️it was a hot day, and the family was in some beer garden, Arthur already off his head drunk and the brothers just enjoying one another’s company after successfully ridding the threat of a rival family, the head now dead and the rest cowering to surrender.

🎞️Tommy told Finn to bring his lady friend, the one who worked at the bookshop along, decided it was time to meet the family, and so he did.

🎞️waltzed into your little hole in the wall, grinning as you peered your head around to see the customer who’d caused the door’s bell to chime, and you broke out into a mighty smile just as he did, him opening his arms for you to rush over and into a bone crushing hug.

🎞️even shared a sweet kiss as he said a gentle “hello pretty”

🎞️he noticed the dress you were wearing was new, initially not noticing it as he was too caught up in admiring you. “What’s this? Is it new?” He asked, taking your hand to spin you around. “It is” you grin, allowing the white flowing material to spin as he made you “it’s lovely” he says, noticing something about it but he didn’t know quite what.

🎞️”why are you here?” You hum with narrowed, suspicious eyes as you leant your chin against his dress “aren’t I allowed to say hello to my favourite girl?” He asks with a smirk “yes but I can tell there’s something. A look in your eyes.” You say and he sighs, defeated “party at the Garrison” he says “when?” You ask “right now” he says and you laugh “Finn I can’t just shut shop at 12 oclock on Thursday!” You say, as he reaches into his pocket, throwing ten whole pounds onto the counter “Finn! Where did you get that much money?” You gasp “don’t worry bout it. Enough for you to close?” He asks and you scoff “I can’t accept ten whole pounds, Finn” you tell him “sure you can cause I’m not having it back” he shrugs, pulling your hand to coax you out the door “okay fine!” You surrender as you relent, allowing Finn to pull you out the door and in turn, you lock your door behind you.

🎞️then when you showed to the party, you were greeted by tipsy cheers and hellos as Finn introduced you to his family, Polly and Ada immediately dragging you away to have a separate conversation as they question you about everything to which you giddily go along with.

🎞️John came to stand with Finn, where he was stood still; drink in hand as he watched you interact with his family. “What’s up, Finn?” He asked, nudging him with his elbow and Finn finally broke out of his trace to smile at his brother. “Nothin’.” He shrugged. “Can’t be about your missus, y’head over heels for her.” John said, and Finn immediately raised his brows in panic “no! no! Nothin’ like tha.” Finn said, shaking his head. “Then what is it?” John asked, looking at you, trying to figure his younger sibling out.

🎞️”dunno. It’s summot about that dress” Finn said, eyes raking over you as he tried to figure out what it was and his brother chuckles “easy access, mate.” John said and Finn creased his brows “y’what?” “Sundresses mate, fuckin’ kill me. Easy access innit? Don’t have to even take the dress off” John told him matter-of-factly, necking the rest of his beer in one. Finn’s eyes darkened and John couldn’t hold in his laugh at the realisation that Finn had settled that that was what it was.

🎞️John claps him on the back “if y’wanna sneak off I’ll cover” he said, but by the end of the sentence Finn had already started after you “cheers, mate!” He said to John “sorry, stealing her” he said to Polly and Ada against their judgement, dragging you away from the conversation and into the Peaky office inside the Garrison.

🎞️you giggle at his actions as he locked the dork “what y’doin sill?” You ask “party’s outside!” You say, as he picks you up and holds you against the door, dropping his hands for them to head under the hem of your skirt “right, ‘nd I’ve just figured out that this dress is driving me fuckin’ crazy” he says “you’re fuckin’ insatiable” he says “d’you even know what that means?” You ask and he shrugs “find me a dictionary later or summot.” He says

🎞️”what’s up with the dress” you ask, as he undoes his trousers “easy access innit?”

Aberama🌞

🌞Aberama is a cultured bloke

🌞by that I mean he’s had many a trips around the sun, and in that time good women are few and far between in his opinion

🌞so regardless of you being substantially his younger, he was positive that you were the woman for him and therefore he had to have you.

🌞recently you’d moved into his vardo with him, having left the urban life behind.

🌞he’d woken up one morning to the sun blaring at him through the unclad opening of the vardo, stretching his arms above his head in a mighty yawn, almost certain it was almost midday by this point; especially after the long trek they’d had to get to this sight the night prior.

🌞he reached his arm over, but the spot in the bed was cold and empty, a lone spot where you should’ve been laid. He creased his brows, shooting up in bed to a sitting potion, realising that you were no longer in the vardo at all.

🌞he groaned. Damn you and your early rising tendencies.

🌞he rubbed his eyes and pulled on a pair of undershorts, smirking at the remembrance of the night prior once you’d arrived. He popped his head out of the doorway, looking left and right but curiously not being able to find any trace of you.

🌞he climbed down the steps and placed his hands on his hips, walking around the side of the wooden structure towards the lake that trickled slowly downstream. And that’s where he found you:

🌞his gorgeous bride.

🌞he’d always told you that he never expected you to conform to the traditional gypsy wife role, never needed you to bear him any more children or do the cooking or cleaning. Hell, you could lay around all day doing nothing and he’d look at you with the same adoration he always does. He didn’t even expect you to want to live in a vardo, yet you’d shown up with a bag and a smile when offered.

🌞 yet you refused, you demanded to help. Demanded to conform. You would cook the rabbit he’d kill (given you’d been a bit sick at the initial sight of it). And you’d kill his clothes, paying no mind to any blood shed on it.

🌞you were knelt against the river bank, ringing some clothes out you just washed then placing them into a small wicker basket, in a dress he didn’t quite recognise.

🌞”what y’doin up, sweetheart? Thought I told y’to relax today” he started, beginning towards you. Your head spun and those wide, innocent doe eyes gleamed back at him “had a big journey last night. No good f’little girls to be working the day after” he said, matter of factly with a stern look.

🌞”just wanted to get these clothes washed” you mumble, placing the final garment in the basket. “And what’s this you’ve got on, hmm?” He asked, as you look at your clothes “oh it’s a dress” ��Mm I can see that, darlin. Just never seen it before” he tells you and you stand to give him a little spin. “My sister bought it for my birthday” you said and he grunts, gently grabbing your hips to pull you into him and sway you back and forth along with the breeze, dancing to nature’s music.

🌞”well y’know what these dresses are?” He hums and you shake your head, placing both hands on his chest. “These dresses are the kind that mammys wear. The kind you’d wear when they’re all pregnant and swelled up with little babes.” He says, accusingly. “Kind that little wives wear that are asking for a hiding” he warns

🌞”didn’t mean nothing by it, abe. Just thought it was nice” you admit and he smiles “I know you did, princess. Just an innocent little flower y’are.” He shakes his head.

🌞”but y’ve seen the other mammys around the camp haven’t you? Seen how they’ve dressed. Think you know what you were doin’ to your old man” he teases and you shake your head “m too old to be a da’ y’know. Way too bleeding old. Punishing me ain’t ya? Just asking for a little’un” he tuts and you giggle as he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to the bed where he’d began

🌞”Aberama! The clothes!-” “Can fuckin’ wait” he grunts “got a little’un to put in ya first” he says, dropping you onto the bed and lazily flipping up your skirt to do what he did best.

🌞make your skin fucking crawl.

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papipedroo · 1 year ago

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Whiskey Tears (Joel Miller x Reader)

Rated: Angst | Violence | Fluff | Age Gap

Summary: You, Joel, and Ellie have been a trio from the start. You were a family, but you find your relationship with Joel withering when he starts to pull away. Now a new comer makes her way into Jackson and into Joel’s heart…

3 months living in Jackson

You were content to say the least. No run in with raiders or evil things that go bump in the night. No sleeping outside. No clickers. No hunger.

To say the least you were happy for being in an apocalyptic world.

That and your little make shift family Joel and Ellie.

Ellie was to say your everything. Your ray of sunshine and a daughter that you would fight the world to keep safe. You both took to each other when you first met her as a firefly designated to escort her along with Joel and Tess to meet the others. You don’t know what was going to happen apart from Ellie being a cute and you still don’t know what happened at the hospital that day… You were immediately being transferred, sent on the road when suddenly Joel was driving past you with Ellie in the back. You don’t know why he stopped for you that day, but the three of you have been through a lot together and you’d put up your title as a firefly to be with them.

But now he has been gone for a week since he went out for patrol. You hadn’t been sleeping well, taking every chance you could to go out and look for him. Everyone could see the restlessness in your stance and the dark circles under your eyes.

You remember crying your worries to Maria after the fifth day of no sight of him.

“He hasn’t been gone this long and I don’t know what to do. I can’t loose him Maria, he is everything to me. He is everything to Ellie. We can’t loose him. I don’t know how to keep Ellie from crumbling when I can’t even keep myself together” You sobbed into her shirt.

“You keep telling her the truth and do what you always do, love and care for her. Just know that whatever happens, Tommy and I will always be here for you both.” She gently pet your hair until you finally calmed down enough to go home.

It was clear that you and Ellie weren’t taking his disappearance very well. Until today…

“Hey!”

You didn’t even get a chance to turn around before Ellie was tackling you into the snow. You coughed the little bit of snow out of your mouth as you took in a breath of air.

“Guess what?” Ellie asking as she sat up.

“You got taller? Because that tackled just took the life out of me.” You sighed as your head fell back into the snow.

The snow felt nice against your skin after a long day of rebuilding fences.

“A woman was found during patrol. I figured they’d shoot her but they brought her here. She’s at the bar with Tommy, Maria, and Joel.” Ellie explained, “Thought you might want to know.”

“Joel?” You sat up excitedly, “He’s back? Why didn’t you start with that? Is he okay? Is he hurt? What happened to him?”

Ellie nodded, “As far as I could tell he looks completely fine.”

Your brows furrowed, “Why is he there and not with us?”

Ellie shrugged, “I don’t know. Apparently he was the one that found the lady and that’s why he was gone for a week. Saved her from raiders or something.”

“That sounds reasonable enough...” You got up, and helped Ellie stand before you were both dusting off your clothes.

You were still unsure of the whole ordeal. Usually if Joel was gone for too long he would immediately find you both to let you know he was okay… Why wouldn’t he this time? Is it because of the woman he found?

She could be young or an elderly woman… You were hoping for the latter if you were being honest with yourself. Joel doesn’t usually help anyone and that struck an anxious nerve in you.

You and him weren’t together. No he made that very clear that night you drank too much whiskey and accidentally confessed your feelings to him… And then you finally got enough courage to kiss him and he kissed you back. The two of you found comfort in each others arms for months until that fateful day when he was stabbed…

Everything changed after that. Those late nights and brief touches ended horribly of course. As he suddenly became more open and caring towards Ellie, he was cold and closed off towards you.

That continued as the months went by until the three of you finally made it to Jackson where you would stay, but you were nothing more than friends possibly family to him… If you could call yourself that.

“Come on.” Ellie grabbed your hand before you could protest and began dragging you to the bar, “I caught a glimpse of her when they rode in. Dark curly hair, dark skin and green eyes. Oh! And a small scar on her neck, I wonder what that’s from? I got a scar once. It was from a bitch back at the QZ…” She began to go off topic as you neared the bar and that’s when the four of them stepped out and oh…

You stopped walking as your lips parted, “Oh.”

You weren’t sure what to say. She was absolutely gorgeous in your mind. Your eyes drifted down to where her hand was wrapped around Joel’s arm.

“That’s weird.” Ellie whispered as she stared at the two.

“Ah! There you two are. Come meet our newcomer, Heather.” Tommy waved the two of you over.

You walked over cautiously as Ellie bounded over to the group. Tommy introduced you both to Heather who waved with her free hand.

Why was she even holding onto him in the first place? Why was he allowing it?

You weren’t exactly paying attention to anything Tommy was saying, your gaze flickering between her hand around his arm and the way he seemed so relaxed.

“I think you’ll get along.” You heard Tommy say, “How old are you again Heather?”

“I’m 46.” Heather smiled.

46…

She was closer to Joel’s age than you were and while you didn’t care about the age gap between you and Joel before… You suddenly felt insecure.

Was that why he stopped touching me? Because of my age?

“Come on Ellie, let’s go show Heather the rest of the town.” Maria said and you watched as the four of them left.

You heart dropped watching the way Heather leaned up and kissed his cheek before she left.

“She kissed you.” You could feel anger rising in your chest, “Why did she kiss you Joel?”

“She didn’t- It’s not like that. She just feels comfortable, that’s all.” Joel sighed as if what just happened was normal.

“You don’t like kissing. You made that very clear.” You snapped as you crossed your arms.

“I don’t want to get into this right now.” Joel pinched the bride of his nose, “Look. She’s going to be staying with us until she settles in.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “What?” Your voice raised, “You’re joking. Tell me you’re fucking joking Joel. A stranger is staying with us? Are you serious right now? How do you think Ellie and I are supposed to feel about this suddenly being thrown at us? You didn’t even try to find us and tell us you’re okay. We’ve been worried sick for a week Joel! A goddamn week! And here you are parading a girl you found like you’re about to get married. Like you forgot about Ellie and I.” You said with a slight bitterness in your tone, “Glad to see you’re okay by the way—”

“Would you just shut up!” Joel yelled and it was a tone you’ve only ever heard him use on people he didn’t like, “You’re acting like a child.”

It made you flinch back as you waited for him to continue.

“She’s been through a lot and she’s staying with me. That’s final. So get yourself into check and be nice to her.” He stated gruffly before leaving.

You couldn’t believe how he was acting as if the two of you haven’t been through hell. It didn’t go past you that he said me and not us either… You were here first and here you were getting replaced by a damsel in distress. You released a short angry yell before marching off into a different direction.

You found yourself at your secret spot in the small orchard here at Jackson. The apple tree that you planted in spring was barely a foot tall as you sat beside it. Your mom used to tell you how talking to plants helped them grow and it stuck with you even after her death. So you talked to your little tree.

“I don’t know what happened between the two of us. Why did he suddenly pull away from me? We were so happy and now… Now he’s caring for another girl.” I sighed in defeat, “You don’t think he likes her do you?”

You spent the rest of the day there until the sun was about to set. Only then did you make your way home, knowing what you were going to find.

“You’re back! You wouldn’t believe the audacity of Joel.” Ellie crashed into you and wrapped you in a hug.

“What happened?”You asked as you wrapped her in my arms.

You found quickly that when Ellie was feeling overwhelmed she would wrap her arms are your waist and bury her face into your shoulder.

“For starters, that lady is staying with us. She’s already making herself at home here. Oh and Joel gave her your room.” She said and your brows furrowed.

“He what?” You asked.

Why the hell would he give up your room?

“Said something about making sure she has her own space or whatever. I still don’t see why she can’t just stay somewhere else.” Ellie grumbled before the woman in question made herself known.

“Oh! You’re back.” She spoke cherrily causing you to grimace.

“I made us all dinner. I hope you don’t mind, it’s just been a long time since I cooked a decent meal.” She continued and whether she noticed the sour expression on your face, she didn’t mention it.

“Don’t ask me what she made. I don’t know. I probably won’t like it anyways.” Ellie spoke honestly.

“Well… I suppose let’s try and give her a chance… If Joel’s putting this much effort in making her feel welcomed then…” You gulped, “She must be important.”

The two of you walked into the dining room to find the table set and Joel already seated. Heather carried in a pot, the lid covering what was hiding inside. She set it down in the center of the table and lifted the lid to reveal roasted chicken with potatoes, steamed vegetables and pesto...

“I remember Joel telling me this was his favorite, I hope you all enjoy.” She said, her voice a bit too cheerful.

“Is that pesto?” I asked with uncertainty.

“It is!” She smiled.

“I… It doesn’t happen to have pine nuts in it does it?” You asked.

“It does… Why?” Her head tilted in confusion.

“I can’t eat this. I’m sorry.” You looked at the meal, “I’m deathly allergic to pine nuts…”

“Oh… I didn’t know.” She frowned.

“Joel knew.” You barely said over your breath as you glanced over to him.

“I forgot when I told her.” Was his easy reply.

I forgot he said… He forgot about an allergy that could quite literally kill me?

I didn’t mention it when I continued, “I thought your favorite meal was the hamburgers you used to make for—”

“It’s not.” He glared.

He never glared at you before and it stopped you from continuing your sentance.

“I can make you a sandwich.” Ellie said and it warmed your heart.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m fine.” You smiled at her before moving to your usual seat in defeat, the one next to Joel’s right.

Only Heather sat down in your seat instead.

You felt the hairs in your arms stand up as anger slowly bubbled in you. The first day she is here and she’s already taking over everything that’s yours.

“That’s my seat.” You said firmly.

“Excuse me?” She looked up at you with wide eyes, acting as if what you said made no sense.

“I always sit there.” You explained again, hoping she would just get up and move, but you didn’t have luck on your side. She sat firmly in place and made no effort to leave.

As you went to speak again, Joel cut you off with a tired look.

“It’s just a fucking seat. Don’t be a child and choose another one.” Joel sighed motioning to the other empty chairs.

Those words left a sinking feeling in your chest the sheer embarrassment you felt had your cheeks flush. You quickly made your way to the far end of the table and took a seat.

Ellie glared at Joel and muttered, “Asshole.” Before taking her seat next to you instead of on Joel’s left.

Heather served Joel and Ellie with a smile on her face and a content Joel watching her every move. It made you want to claw your eyes out. The room was filled with clinking silverware and Heather and Joel discussing the work she will be doing here in Jackson.

Ellie picked at her food with a frown on her face. Usually she would be talking to Joel and you about her adventures of the day especially with his week long disappearance. You could tell she was beginning to feel jealous.

“How was your day sweet pea?” You asked her and immediately saw the way her eyes lit up.

“Well I found out something crazy about how to change a horseshoe.” She said excitedly and a smile broke onto your face.

“Really now? Tell me more about it.” You said and the rest of dinner was filled with Ellie’s story about horseshoes.

When the three were finished eating, Heather looked over to Ellie.

“How was dinner?” She asked and waited for an answer.

Ellie shrugged, “Eh, not as good as mom’s.” She stated as she got up and left to put her plates into the sink.

Those words lifted your spirits and brought a small smile to your face.

“I thought it was really good Heather.” Joel said and you watched as Heather leaned down to kiss his cheek for the second time today.

You got up and left, not wanting to see anything else. Instead you made your way to the kitchen where Ellie was washing her dish. You decided on swiping an apple from the fruit bowl to suffice as your dinner for the night.

Heather soon popped her head in the kitchen with the rest of the dishes. She set them by the sink before announcing to the both of you that she was heading to bed.

“You should head to bed as well El’s. You have a big day taking care of the horses by yourself tomorrow.” You said as you took nudged her away from the sink, “Dont worry, I’ll finish up here.”

“But what about you? Where will you sleep? You can stay with me if you’d like, I don’t mind.” She said and you gave her a smile.

“I think I’ll take the couch tonight. I’d like to get in some reading and I might be up a while.” You said.

“Are you sure?” Ellie asked you one more time.

“Positive. Now head up to bed sweet pea. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You gave her a warm hug before she left.

You turned your attention back to the dishes and began to wash them in silence as you thought about where any extra blankets might be.

“I’m sorry I gave up your room.” Joel’s deep voice filtered through the cold air.

“You didn’t even ask me if that was okay.” You stated without looking back, “That is my room.”

“I know.” Joel nodded, “She was panicking on where she was going to stay and I wasn’t thinking when she asked.”

At least he acknowledged what he did was stupid.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you since you’ve been back, but we don’t admire it Joel.” You said, referring to you and Ellie.

You finished putting away the dishes and finally faced him. Even after being a complete ass, he was still handsome.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to find extra blankets for the couch.” You stated bitterly as you walked by him.

He grabbed your arm before you could leave, “You’re staying in my room tonight. I’ll stay on the couch.”

“I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch Joel. You’ve been missing all week. You need a comfortable bed.” You sighed and tried to pull your arm away from him, but he wouldn’t budge.

“No.” His gruff voice had chills run up your arm.

You squinted at him before an idea popped into your mind.

“Fine.” You stated shortly before tugging him behind you to his room.

“What are you doing?” He asked you, but didn’t pull away.

“We’re sharing the bed.” You stated simply as you tugged him into his room.

When it dawned on him he finally released the grip on your arm and took a step back.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said.

“Why?” You crossed my arms, “It’s not like we haven’t slept together before, in both senses.” You huffed and motioned to the bed, “We can share a fucking bed or do you think I’m going to kiss your cheek and cuddle up to you? Is that what you and Heather did to keep warm?”

“Shut up.” He snapped, but he couldn’t seem to make eye contact with you, choosing to stare at the wall instead of your sullen face, “I don’t think we should be doing this.” He continued, his voice more gentle this time as if he was trying to calm down a rabid wolf.

“Why?” You stepped towards him, “What is so wrong with me that we can’t even share a bed anymore?” You tried not to let your voice crack.

“It’s not right. What we did. It was because we were lonely. I’m 56 years old and you’re just kid. It was wrong—” He began to say but you cut him off angrily.

“I’m 27 years old. I’m not a fucking kid and you know that.” You glared, finally able to look into his deep brown eyes, “It wasn’t wrong either. Don’t say that. Not to me.”

“I don’t want to argue about this.” He shook his head, “I’m sleeping on the couch.” He stated firmly as he turned to leave.

He was halfway out the door when you spoke up with tears in your eyes, “I love you.”

“I know.” He said before he shut the door behind him.

Leaving you alone once again to take care of your tears and Joel left to tend to his glass of whiskey.

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kensuio · 4 months ago

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sugar daddy aventurine is head over heels smitten for you, always givin you whatever you wanted. a designer bag? what color? expensive jewelry? he’ll buy you the whole set. clothes? shoes? of course he had to have his princess look beautiful so everyone could see how good he took care of you. you were over-spoiled to say the least.

he couldn’t resist you. it wasn’t his fault he fell for you so fast. you were just too cute, so good, so caring. you needed someone to take care of you and he showed you he could be that man to you. after that, your relationship had changed from just purely financial to romantic.

he was weak when it came to you. you could’ve done something to get him upset and all you have to do is look into his eyes, pout that bottom lip out while apologizing and his eyes on you waver for just a second. the next his hand is at your neck, the other palming at the soft plush of your ass.

you were his lifeline. his last breath and the first thing he desired in the morning. he needed you and he couldn’t stand to see you give him anything but that pretty smile towards him with those stars of admiration in your eyes. fuck, how could he when you looked at him like he gave you the world? (even though he know he does!)

“i could never stay mad at you baby…” his hand grips at your ass, massaging the warm skin. “i just can’t, you know that.” honestly, it would’ve been better if you were wearing nothing at all because it barely covers anything anyway. you knew that these were his favorite on you, you put them on because of this fact.

his lips softly touch your forehead, “just promise not to do it again, yeah baby?” he asks you, grin as big as ever. he was always almost way too quick to forgive you. you bat your eyelashes up at him before nodding your head and smiling, “i promise daddy.”

his dick stiffens at that fucking word. daddy. he didn’t know he liked it until you called him it while his fingers were inside you. his body was hovered over yours as you sit below him legs spread open on display, like the prize you were. you couldn’t remember how long you were in the position. after one? two? thr—did it even matter anymore— orgasms?

your hands gripped onto his shirt, his lips kissing and sucking onto the side of your neck. he never had a problem pleasing you. he preferred it. he could just cum in his pants from seeing you lose yourself in pleasure. that was what sent him there every single fucking time.

his azure and violet eyes staring down at you intensely. “does it feel good? you want daddy to make you cum, don’t you?” he repeats after you, voice like music to you as his lips hover the shell of your ear. he didn’t know this was your thing, but he fucking loved it now that he knew it was.

you nod your head desperately, his voice deep yet filled with so much passion and endearment at your ear was enough to send you over the edge. it was enough to make your head spin and clench around his fingers. “y-yes daddy please .. s’good.” water begins to form at your waterline in pleasure and he chuckles at the sight of you coming undone in front of him.

“mhmm just let go for me pretty.. let daddy take care of everything for you.” he kisses just below your eyes as tears fall and his fingers curl inside you at an even faster rate. you knew aventurine would take care of you and make you feel good. he always does.

#honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #fem reader #honkai x you

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stormsplurge · 7 months ago

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if they woke you up, somebody better be dying

warnings: none!

pairing(s): seth jarvis x fem! reader

inspired by the interview he just did for spittin chiclets where he talks about how he usually wont fall asleep until 3am (and the title is from one of my favorite phoebe bridgers songs, halloween)

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the clock on the bedside table blinks “1:00” as you slowly open your eyes. the only light in the room is coming from the moon shining between the blinds, casting a cool glow on the noticeably empty bed next to where you were lying.

seth wasnt in bed; same as last night, and almost every night before.

you can hear the faint sounds of a seinfeld episode coming from the living room, letting you know immediately where your boyfriend was. sitting on the couch in front of the tv instead of in bed next to you. so you begrudgingly pulled on the first sweatshirt you could find, trying to beat the cold winter chill that had invaded the apartment, and tiptoed out of your bedroom.

“seth” you grumbled. “its one in the morning”

“i know, i just” he replied, pressing pause on the tv and turning to face you. “i couldnt sleep and i didnt want to bother you.”

“you should also know that if you cant fall asleep i want to help. you arent being a bother, im your girlfriend. this is the shit im supposed to be able to help you with” you said as you sat down at the far end of the couch. pulling one of the spare blankets you had all over the apartment over your lap.

“im sorry” seth returned, scooting closer to you and interlacing your hands with his. “can i get a do-over?”

“i guess” you giggled, amused by the sight of seth doing his sad puppy eyes in front of you.

“i cant sleep, can you help me?”

“of course i can, give me five minutes.” you said as you rose from the couch, gliding over to the kitchen and pulling out two coffee mugs. running your fingers over the design adorning the box holding the tea bags, you turned your attention back towards seth. “the sleepytime bear reminds me of petya.”

“the what?”

“you know, the bear on the boxes for all those non-caffinated teas. with the red hat and the nightgown.”

seth slipped into the kitchen behind you, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick picture of the bear before sending it off to the group chat and spinning you around so your back was pushing against the counter.

“thank you” he said before pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

“you dont need to thank me.” you replied, snaking your hands under his shirt and hugging his waist.

“i know, i just wanted too.”

“youre so sappy.” you mumbled into his shirt, letting the sweet, woody, smell engulf you.

“yeah but you love it.” he mumbled back before pulling the kettle off the stove and pouring its contents into the mugs you set out.

you released each other from the hug and grabbed your respective mugs before hobbling back into your bedroom. you pulled up the episode of seinfeld seth had paused before sliding in bed.

making tea might have been a waste of time, seeing as seth was more interested in holding you than holding the mug. as soon as you got under the covers he’d wrapped his arms around you.

“youre wearing my hoodie.” he whispered as he traced circles along your thighs, letting the callouses on his palms graze the goosebumps on your skin.

“am i?” you murmured. “i just picked it up off the floor, it was the first one i found”

“my old blue bombers one.” he replied. “it looks good on you”

“you say that about everything i wear.”

“i wouldnt say it if it wasnt true.” he says before turning your chin towards him and pulling you into a kiss.

the stubble growing in as a result of his budding playoff beard scratched at your face as you pulled him in deeper, and as you turned your attention back towards the sitcom on the tv you felt your eyes grow heavier.

you fell asleep with the moonlight glazing over you and seth, and seinfeld playing on the tv. on a cool carolina night, with no care in the world.

seth wasn’t far behind, wrapping his body around you before finally succumbing to his fatigue.

maybe it was having his girlfriend care for him that slowed his brain down enough to let him finally catch a semi-decent night of rest, maybe it was the reminder of unconditional love that put him at ease. regardless of the cause, you woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, and a clingy, but well rested, boyfriend attached to your hip.

#seth jarvis #carolina hurricanes #seth jarvis x reader #nhl x reader #seth jarvis imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #carolina hurricanes imagine

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gooondocks · 4 months ago

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no one's ever had me (not like you) — evan buckley.

writing masterlist | askbox

─── summary: when buck meets his high school sweetheart at the ten-year reunion, he learns that their lives may be very different now, but the spark is still there.

─── pairing: evan buckley x gn!reader.

─── warnings & notes: fluffy fluff. no use of y/n, i'm british so probably inaccurate depiction of high school reunions. based on the song 'so high school' by taylor swift bc i heard it and couldn't stop thinking of this idea. crappy ending bc i suck at wrapping things up. enjoy!!!

─── word count: 2.1k.

"DO YOU THINK ANYONE'S DONE US all a favour and spiked the punch yet?"

When the email appeared in his inbox a few months ago — an e-vite, of all things, complete with the kind of graphic design prowess he hasn't seen since the early 2000s — Buck had been pretty intent on ignoring it.

A hundred excuses had bubbled up in the back of his mind, because honestly, the thought of heading back to his hometown to attend a high school reunion made his skin itch. Trapping himself in a sweaty gymnasium, surrounded by dozens of almost-strangers engaged in a vanity contest of 'who's the most successful?' coupled with a shitty DJ blasting 2010's greatest hits?

It's really not what he'd call a good time.

Even if he could've talked himself into it, sharing a ZIP code with his parents for even a day or two was more than he was willing to tolerate. He'd left Hershey in his rearview almost a decade ago, and there's not a fragment of his whole being that regrets it for even a second.

Except.

Except the dates lined up with one of his rare weekends off work. Except when he looked up the flights online, just to see, he'd stumbled across a deal so cheap Buck honestly thought he was hallucinating for a moment.

Except Evan Buckley believes in signs from the universe, and when Maddie gives him that look over lunch one day, even though Buck had absolutely not mentioned the reunion to anyone, it's the final nail in the coffin for him.

He booked the tickets. He told the team he'd be out of town for the weekend, and bought a new shirt, and now he's standing in his old high school gymnasium. He wrinkles his nose at the smell, that sweat-and-hormones stink that never really goes away, and you're sidling up to him at the refreshments table, and the speakers are blaring an old Ke$ha song he hasn't heard in years.

For a moment, he's seventeen again. The sound of your voice slips over his skin like a cool breeze in the desert and suddenly it could be the night of junior prom, and the pair of you have sequestered yourselves in a shadowy corner, laughing at the committee's subpar attempt at an 'Under the Sea' theme.

Buck blinks, and he isn't seventeen, but he flashes you a wide smile anyway as you help yourself to a glass of bright red punch.

"Hi."

He says the word so quietly, he's surprised you even hear it. But there's a sparkle in your eye as you raise the cup to your lips, and he knows you heard him.

You always could.

The last day Buck ever saw you, he kissed you goodbye before you piled into your dad's old truck and drove out of sight, bound for college and big dreams and a future that didn't include him. Your lips had been damp with tears. On his loneliest nights, Buck swears he can still taste the salt on his tongue.

It's been a decade, but you still look so similar to the wide-eyed kid he fell in love with. Your hair's a little longer, perhaps; there's a scar on your chin that wasn't there before, and the dimples around your smile have deepened, but that's all. You're still you. The thought makes his chest ache a little, but it's a good pain.

He wonders if he's changed much. He wonders what you see when you look at him.

"I suspect it was the first thing Marty Brandt did when he got here," Buck adds, louder this time, and you laugh, and he wonders how he went ten years without hearing that sound. "I didn't think you'd be here. Didn't see your name on the RSVP list."

You shrug. "Jem bullied me into it. Emailed my boss to get the time off and everything."

Even as you try to seem annoyed, a trickle of fondness finds its way into your voice. When Buck follows your gaze to the dance floor, it's hard to miss your childhood best friend throwing shapes to an old Maroon 5 song.

"You two still talk?" He doesn't mean to sound surprised, except...

Well. Staying in touch with high school pals hadn't been a priority when he skipped town. Hard to imagine a single one of his classmates he'd want to stay in touch with. Except you.

A grin tugs at your mouth. "Worse. We work together." You tilt your head, still smiling fondly in Jem's direction. "Tried to shake her off, but she wouldn't let me."

He knows a little about that. "Or was it the other way around?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Buckley?"

He would, actually. He watches you grimace a little at the flavour of the punch when you take another sip, an adorable twist to your mouth that he once knew so well. A decade ago, the sight of your pout could've made him do anything.

"Tastes like half a bottle of vodka," you tell him, and you take another sip even though he knows you never liked vodka. Remembers playing truth or dare at a party in junior year, and how you threw up in the bushes afterwards.

Buck had held back your hair and tucked you against his side afterward, letting you snuggle into the warmth of him while you slept off the worst of your hangover.

There's a distance between you now, but it's comfortable. Buck tucks his hands into the pockets of his jeans and the pair of you migrate over to a shadowy corner of the gymnasium, away from the prying eyes of your former classmates.

"So," Buck says, as the DJ switches to another song, "how have you been?"

He can't help but wince half a second later. Seriously? How have you been? He's never been to a high school reunion before, but he's seen plenty of movies, and he's pretty sure he's hitting all the marks of being a fucking cliché.

To your credit, you don't laugh at him. Cheeks flushed the prettiest shade of pink Buck has ever seen, you manage to bite back the giggle rising in your throat.

Buck wants to sink through the floor.

"I've been okay," you tell him, swirling your glass of punch absently. The corners of your eyes crinkle a little as you smile at him. "Life, y'know?"

He does. He really fucking does. "Any partners? Kids, spouses, anyone I have to worry about punching me?"

You only mentioned Jem earlier, so it doesn't seem like you brought a date, but he isn't sure he'd love it if he found his partner cosied up in a dark corner with their high school sweetheart.

God, he hopes you didn't bring a date.

There it is, a flash of— something, there and then gone in an instant. Buck hasn't thought about high school in years. Hasn't paid any mind to the friends he left behind. Once or twice, his thoughts have flitted to you, though. The one that got away. Where you are, if you were happy.

When he landed in LA, when he finally settled into his place at the 118, he'd thought of you. He'd hoped you managed to find a place you belonged. A family that loved you like his did.

He thought this would be awkward. Running into you again. Your name hadn't been on the RSVP list, and he'd been so relieved, because what if there was some uneasy tension between you? Buck isn't sure he'd have been able to cope with that.

There aren't a lot of happy memories from his childhood. His adolescence left a lot to be desired, but— you. A bright spot in all that grey.

An uncomfortable reunion might have ruined that. Those memories are cherished, for Buck; locked up tight in his battered heart.

But it's not uncomfortable, or awkward, or uneasy. Ten years and ten seconds have slipped by like sand in an hourglass and he wonders if there's been a moment in the last decade where he felt this at ease.

You sigh at his question, quiet and fond. "There was an engagement," you say after a moment, chewing on your lower lip, "and a break-up. Two years ago, now. Amicable, but..."

"But it still feels like you lost something." Buck knows that feeling intimately. It's been a long time since Abby left him, and even though he's over her, the memory of it still stings sometimes.

You nod. "Yeah. One minute you're going to marry someone, and then you're not. Doesn't really matter why not, in the end. Still hurt a little. Not anymore."

"No?"

You smile at him. "No."

Buck isn't sure how much time passes, how long you both remain huddled in that dark corner as the world continues to move around you. The DJ keeps churning out a series of early-2000s hits that he's fairly sure is just one of those throwback Spotify playlists, and you both make jokes when the Class President gets on stage to give a cheesy speech, and he tells you all about the ill-advised escapades of his early-twenties.

Crashing his bike, dropping out of college. He glosses over the unsavoury parts of his youth, but the way your eyes soften, he knows he isn't fooling you. He never could, not when it mattered. Stories about Peru have you in stitches, and a particularly messy tale about his time as a ranch hand makes you laugh so hard, half a glass of punch ends up your nose.

He missed that. Making you laugh.

Warmth unfurls in his chest when he looks at you. It's the kind of familiarity people associate with coming home, except it was dread he felt stepping off the plane, and uncomfortable memories prickled at him as he drove through the streets of his hometown.

You? You've always been that for him. Warm. Safe. Home.

"You've heard all about my wild twenties. What about you?" he wonders, as the pair of you drift back to the refreshments table, seeking snacks that don't taste like cardboard.

(Buck manages to find a bowl of chips that aren't completely stale, so he'll call that a success.)

"Oh, the usual," you shrug as you refill your glass. "Finished college, got a job and an apartment and a cat and a fiancé. Lost the fiancé, got another cat." You take a moment to flash him your lock screen, a picture of two calico cats curled up on your couch. "Think I traded up there, huh? Anyway, got a new job and moved out West about a year ago."

"Oh, really? Where'd you go?"

"California, actually. I'm in the History department at Berkeley."

He blinks at you once, twice. Something inside his chest goes zing. "I'm in LA!"

"Well maybe I'll have to come down and play tourist for you sometime."

There's a coy tilt to your mouth that he's seen before, and something pleasant skitters down his spine. Your cheeks turn even rosier, and Buck suspects the spiked punch is only partly responsible.

"Maybe you will," he says.

His number hasn't changed since he left Pennsylvania, and maybe that's another sign, too. The shitty music starts to wind down, and his old classmates start to stagger out into the parking lot, and when you kiss his cheek and promise to get in touch, he wonders if there's such a thing as second chances.

It isn't the same. He isn't seventeen and you're different people now. This isn't making out under the bleachers at a football game or skipping class to take a ride on his motorcycle. You're adults now, all grown up with a whole host of other problems, and it isn't the same. It isn't.

Except.

The next day, Buck's phone buzzes right before he boards the flight to Los Angeles. The number isn't familiar, but when he opens the message, he cannot fight the grin that creeps onto his face.

Hope you get home safe. I'd hate to have to find a new tour guide x

It's not the same, because he isn't in high school anymore and neither are you. But as he switches his phone to flight mode and tucks it back into his pocket, a giddy feeling sweeping through his chest, he can't help thinking that maybe this could be better.

#evan buckley x reader #evan 'buck' buckley x reader #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley imagine #evan 'buck' buckley imagine #9-1-1 fanfiction #9-1-1 imagine #9-1-1 fanfic #* faye's work.

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softxsuki · 1 year ago

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Urgent request! Before I start I just want to say that if you are overwhelmed with asks or are uncomfortable with this request please feel free to ignore it. Anyway, can I request baji, and mitsuya with a very sunshine/ happy go lucky gf who’s always smiling but one day they see her self harm scars (that she’s never said anything about)? I’ve always been the therapist friend and the one to help people when no one else would, but no one ever helped me.

I always wear long sleeves cause mine go all up my arm and I hate them. I’ve been clean for a few years now but I never wear short sleeves due to people making uncomfortable comments and just out right being rude to me for having them. I’ve had family members yell at me for hurting myself/ having scars, never really asking if I’m ok. I just want to comforted by my favorite boys and actually be able to vent to someone without being judged and not have to keep up being happy all of the time.

Side note: keep up the great work, I’ve read through your stuff and it has really brought me comfort :’) also take as much time as you need, i don’t want to rush you

Baji and Mitsuya (Separate) Comforting Sunshine S/O After Seeing Her Scars

mentions of self-harm and scars, please don't read if those things will be harmful to you, rather than comforting pls

Pairings: Baji x Fem!Reader, Mitsuya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of scars, alluding to self-harm

Genre: Comfort

Word Count: 520

Post-Type: Headcanons

Summary: In which you're usually happy-go-lucky so they're shocked when your sleeve raises and they see scars there

[A/N: Hey hun <3 thank you so much for being so sweet and patient, I really appreciate it! I was more than happy to write this for you. I just hope this is able to bring you some comfort! Thank you always for the support <3]

Baji:

Baji is shocked, he’s used to seeing your strong side, the side of you that’s always put together and happy

You always had a smile on your face and never failed to spread that sunshine to the people around you as well, including himself–it’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so quickly

So when he sees those scars for the first time and you let him in on what you’ve been feeling behind your smile, he becomes very protective over you

Not only did he think he needed to protect you from others, but now also from yourself

Of course, this man was always protective of you, but even more so when he sees your scars

He feels bad for the times he ranted to you when you were probably going through your own struggles and he didn’t even realize it

Awkwardly says that he’s there for you if you want to talk about anything (he’s bad with feelings, but at least he’s trying)

Give him some time to loosen up and get used to all this

Yes, he’s very awkward at first and kinda doesn’t know how to go about acting now, but give him some guidance and he’ll figure it out

He loves you and just wants you to be okay, so expect a very clingy Baji for the next few weeks until you open up more to him and show your true feelings in front of him instead of hiding them behind a smile like you always did

Mitsuya:

Mitsuya is also shocked at the sight of your scars, but he’d never let that shock appear on his face

He has always been your biggest support system, so he’s definitely going to be even more now than ever

Presses kisses to your scars, no matter how old or fresh they are, with the utmost of care, showing you how much he loves you and how these scars change nothing between you

Goes out of his way to design you shirts with long sleeves or jackets when the weather gets colder that he knows you’ll love, if you decide to continue to cover the scars

But makes sure you know that there’s nothing to hide, he accepts all of you, even your arms with scars, and nobody would be stupid enough to comment about them with him around

To him, those scars are proof of your strength, you got through some of the hardest moments of your life and you’re still around pushing through it all, he admires that so much, but he’d never let you go through those battles alone anymore to the point where cutting felt like your only route to relief

Mitusya makes extra time for you in his day, checking in on you and spending time with you to make sure you’re doing okay

Encourages you to speak your true feelings with him, there’s absolutely no judgment with him at all; you don’t need to plaster a fake smile on your face to please him

He wants to face your problems with you and help you overcome them together

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 12/11/2023

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mountttmase · 1 year ago

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A Mountain To Climb: The Sequel

Chapter Four

Note - so this is the Chelsea chapter. If we can just imagine this is set before he moved that would be great 😂 I’d really love some feedback on this so please let me know what you think 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 5.7K

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut and angst

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Nervous.

That was the overwhelming feeling rushing through your veins as you smoothed out your shirt in the mirror, turning round to catch sight of the name and number on the back that sent a flutter through your chest.

Today was a big day, your second game back at the bridge and your first as Masons… whatever you were. You weren’t official, having only been on a handful of dates now but you both knew the pair of you were together, even referring to him as such to a colleague at work and you blushed at the thought of him finding out even though it felt natural.

The only game you’d ever been to was with Freya so you were a bit more stressed this time as you were going with Sophia and you knew it would be a different experience. This time you’d be sat in a box rather than in the stands and you wondered if you should of got changed into something a bit nicer but Freya had reassured you it was just a game not a fashion show and you’d be fine in whatever so you popped on a pair of comfy cargos and grabbed one of Masons hoodies you’d stolen before making sure your hair was how you wanted it.

You quickly put your phone into your bag and locked up your flat before flying downstairs to jump into Sophia’s car. You gave her a big smile that she returned, her eyes scanning over your shirt as she giggled before your eyes fell to her matching one.

‘We’ll have to have a picture taken, the Chelsea wives’ she giggled as she started the car

‘I think it’s a bit early to start calling me his wife, we’re not even official yet’

‘Oh shush, it’s only a matter of time. Pretty sure Kai referred to you as his girlfriend the other day so Mason must be fine with it. Anyway are you excited for the game?’

‘Yeah, I mean I barely know what’s happening but I’ve never been in a box before’

‘Don’t worry, I’m a seasoned veteran. Stick with me and you’ll be fine’ she reassured you so that’s exactly what you did, linking arms so you didn’t get lost as she lead you to your box. You could see at lot more from up here and you sat chatting away until you watched the boys run out for their warm up.

You knew Mason was concentrating so you didn’t mind him not looking your way but as they started to head in you watched his head whip up to you, a warm smile on his face as he sent you a wave that you returned but you stared at him in confusion as he made a twirly motion with his finger. You were unsure of what he wanted before you realised he was asking to see his name on the back of your shirt. You turned around slightly to let him see it and you watched his smile grow, blowing you a kiss before he was hurried inside and you took your seat again.

‘I miss the honeymoon phase. Kai never blows me kisses anymore’ Sophia sulked just as a few of the other girls turned up. Sophia gave you a quick introduction and you tried to act normal and relax but you immediately felt awkward. You’d always been a little insecure but around big groups of gorgeous girls, who wouldn’t be, but this felt different. This was a whole new world for you and you felt yourself shrinking as you took them in. Head to toe in designer clothes that you could only imagine the price of and as everyone chatted away you could only sit and think about how embarrassed Mason would be when he saw you later.

It wasn’t just the clothes though, you’d gotten better about being around other people, no longer shutting everyone out but it was at times like this, surrounded by lots of people that you didn’t really know that made you panic. In your head everyone hated you and deep down you were overwhelmed about how many new people you were suddenly letting in to your life like never before. You felt wondering what everyone thought of you, the rude scruffy girl that doesn’t talk to anyone and even though you knew it was a little bit silly but you couldn’t stop the thoughts rushing through your brain.

‘I um, I’m just going inside for a sec’ you told Sophia quietly. ‘I won’t be long’ and with that you shuffled back through the doors, not heading in any particular direction but just away from everyone so you could find a quiet corner to catch your breath for a second. Everywhere was packed though and you could feel your breathing becoming laboured as you freaked out internally, eventually making a beeline for a corridor you knew you weren’t meant to go down but you didn’t care in this particular moment. You just needed to feel safe and this seemed like the most logical option.

You could hear the muffled sounds of people at the other end behind a closed door but you couldn’t see anyone so you sunk to the floor, putting you head in between your knees so you could take some breaths and calm yourself down. It was like you couldn’t get a breath in and you knew your eyes were filled with tears but you forced yourself to count to ten in some attempt to calm yourself and you could feel your breathing start to even out.

‘Y/n? Is that you?’ You suddenly heard, whipping your head around to see Woody stood where you’d just come from, a look of concern on his face and you felt relief flood your veins at the sight of him. You’d met Woody a couple of times at Masons house recently and you knew Mason had opened up to him about you in the past but he’d always been nothing but sweet every time you’d seen him, even teaming up with you to tease Mason over silly things and you were thankful Mason had a friend like him.

‘H-hey, I um, I needed some air and I got a bit lost’ you told him, scrambling to stand up as he gave you a reassuring smile.

‘That’s alright. You’re sat in the box, right?’ He questioned and you sent him a small nod. ‘Me too, come on. I’ll come sit with you yeah?’

‘Yeah, t-thanks Woody’ you nodded shakily as you followed him back out. You noticed the game had already started but it was only a few minutes you’d missed and your eyes scanned the pitch to try and find Mason as Woody took up the free seat next to you. It didn’t take long to catch his eyes as he was was periodically looking up but you watched his shoulders relax once he smiled at you.

The game was long and intense with nothing to separate the two teams in the end. A goalless draw that you could tell Mason was unhappy with but at least it wasn’t a loss this time. You followed everyone out, throwing Masons hoodie on as you went so you could make your way to the players lounge to wait for him and as soon as you as you got into the lift with Woody you felt a text come through, opening your phone to see a message from Freya. She was currently out shopping for dresses for her graduation ball and asked if you could approve of her choices.

‘Hey woody? Are you single?’ You asked, following him over to one of the comfy chairs and taking a seat next to him.

‘Y/n I’m flattered, but I think Mason would kill me’ he joked and you rolled your eyes as his attempt at humour.

‘I’m not asking for me you wombat’ you laughed, quickly pulling up the same picture of Freya for him to see. ‘This is my best friend’ you told him, watching his eyes widen as his cheeks grew slightly pink at the sight of her. You knew that look, it was the same one Mason gave you often and caused a lightbulb to go off in your head.

‘She’s very pretty but I get the feeling she’d eat me alive’

‘Yeah you’re probably right’ you laughed ‘She’s a bit of a handful’ you told him but you knew Freya needed someone to soften her up a little bit and Woody seemed like a nice choice. She was still upset that Ben was off the market now and you’d made it your mission to try and find her a date a least but maybe Woody was just a bit too sweet for her. ‘I’m just popping to the loo’ you whispered, slotting passed him so you could make sure you looked presentable for when Mason came out, even though you felt anything but and when you rounded the corner on your way back out you saw him with Woody. There was a concerned look painted on his face and you knew why as soon as Woody nodded his head to the corridor he’d found you in earlier. ‘Fuck sake Woody’ you breathed, hoping to of kept your little episode to yourself earlier but you knew Mason knew now so you dusted yourself off and walked over like nothing was wrong.

‘Hey’ he smiled softly as soon as he saw you, his eyes lighting up as he held his out his arm out for you to tuck yourself under and he kissed your forehead gently as you settled into his side. All feelings of being insecure now out the window as you watched the loving smile spread over his face.

‘Hey Mase, good game’

‘Could of been better but it’s fine’ he smiled before his eyes were back on Woody. ‘So I’ll see you in the morning yeah?’

‘Yeah just text me when you’re up’ he nodded before smiling at you. ‘Was good to see you y/n, I’ll see you guys around’ he told you and after a quick goodbye he was gone, leaving you and Mason alone. The pair of you hadn’t spoken about what you were doing after the game, assuming he would want to go home and rest but now you were in his embrace you weren’t sure you wanted to leave him.

‘You coming back to mine?’ He whispered into your hair and you felt your body erupt in goosebumps as soon as he spoke, pulling back to look at his soft smile.

‘I didn’t know if you’d want me to’ you laughed and he rolled his eyes playfully as he squeezed your shoulder. ‘I thought you might be tired and want to be alone’

‘You really are a funny one’ he laughed, removing himself from you so he could grab your hand. ‘Of course I want you to, I need a cuddle and some tlc’ he told you jokingly, pulling you by the hand to the exit where his car was. He was quiet the whole ride but you knew he was just thinking about the game so you kept quiet too, returning the small smile he gave you when you were almost back at his.

‘You hungry or anything?’ He asked as he lead you into the kitchen. ‘I can cook for us or we could order something’

‘I can cook for us, Mase. You’ve been running about for ages I bet that’s the last thing you wanna do’

‘I don’t mind’ he told you, holding you by your cheeks so he could kiss you softly for the first time that day. ‘You know I’d do anything for you’

‘How about we do it together’ you reasoned, leading him over to the fridge where you got a few things out to make some pasta dish you always had at home and he seemed happy enough to take your lead and chop what you told him too. You saw his eyes light up again when you finally took his hoodie off before coming to help him, kissing your cheek as you came to stand next to him and you could tell how happy he was with his name on your back.

‘You wanna sit on the sofa? Or I could go set our table up in the other room?’ He winked and your heart tugged at the memory of having dinner with him after work that one time.

‘The sofa’s fine’ you told him, knowing he’d probably still not be in the mood to talk all that much and at least you could watch tv on the sofa and not try to force him to speak. In the end he put some random show on Netflix on as you ate, and just as you had suspected he was quiet throughout until you’d both finished. Soon after he took your plate out so he could stack everything in the dishwasher before coming back to join you.

‘Come here, I need a cuddle’ he whispered, holding his arms out for you to climb into. ‘Sorry if I’ve been a bit quiet, I just get a bit grumpy when games don’t go my way’

‘It’s okay’ you reassured him, holding him tighter and kissing his chest. ‘I understand’

‘I need to ask you about something actually’ he said, pulling back so you could look at each other and your tummy gave a flutter when he tucked your hair behind your ear. ‘Don’t be mad at him but Woody told me what happened today. That he found you in the corridor?’ he told you softly and you couldn’t look at him anymore, hiding your face out of embarrassment as you knew he was going to make you speak about it. ‘What happened baby? Talk to me’

‘It was nothing-‘

‘Don’t say that’

‘I’m just at bit embarrassed’ you laughed, looking up to him again but his kind expression softened you. ‘I guess I’m just not used to being around so many people, like that many girls? And they’re all dressed so nice and I’m sat there looking like this’ you laughed softly but he looked at you confused. ‘I just got it in my head that they all hated me and i didn’t fit in so I made a run for it’ you laughed as his hand came up to stroke your cheek. ‘ I didn’t know where I was going and I got a bit lost I guess. I just wanted a bit of quiet so I could get my breath back and my head together but Woody found me at the worst possible time’

‘Well I’m glad he did. He seemed a really concerned when he told me, I think you really freaked him out’ he laughed.

‘I’ll make it up to him’ you winked as he tickled your sides and the horrified look on Masons face made you realise what you’d said sounded like something completely different.

‘You bloody will not’

‘Not like that you perv, I was thinking of something else’

‘Not to sure I wanna know. And anyway don’t change the subject’ he scolded lightly, ‘Are you sure you’re alright?’

‘I’m fine I promise. I just had a moment. I’m still trying to adjust to… everything, you know? Trying to let people in and be normal but I don’t feel like I fit in sometimes. Like seeing everyone looking how they did I just thought you might be a bit embarrassed of me’ you laughed. ‘I’ll get there but it’s hard to change the habit of a lifetime. My instinct is to block people out but I don’t want to come across as rude’

‘I know’ he told you, kissing your forehead. ‘But you know I don’t give a shit about what you wear, right? And I could never be embarrassed of you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. If anything I prefer you dressed like this than some of the shit I see the others in’

‘Really?’ You laughed, tears stinging in the backs of your eyes but you held them in.

‘Of course. I like you for who you are not what you’re dressed in and I thought you looked sexy as hell today he winked before letting out a big yawn. ‘Shit sorry, it’s been a long day’

‘That’s okay, I can get going if you want’

‘No wait’ he told you, eyes scanning your face quickly before looking into your eyes. ‘Will you stay? Like here, tonight. With me?’

‘What like sleep over?’ You asked, unsure as to what he meant as he was stumbling over his words a bit.

‘Yeah. If you want to that is’

‘I’d love to but don’t have anything thing with me’

‘That’s okay, you can borrow something of mine to sleep in and I’ve got loads of toiletries and stuff in the guest room you can use’

‘I hope that doesn’t mean I have to sleep in the guest room’ you joked as he pulled you up but he just shook his head with a laugh, leading you upstairs and into the main bathroom. He showed you where everything was before starting the shower up for you so it could warm up before dropping a kiss on your forehead.

‘I’ll go find you some stuff to wear, yeah? I’ll leave it on the side just put on whatever you’re comfortable in’

‘Thank you’ you told him shyly and he smiled down at you before pulling you into a hug.

‘Anything for you’ he whispered and you were so close to asking him to stay and shower with you but something held you back. ‘I’m just over the hall when you’re done, I’ll leave my door open’ he told you and with that he was gone.

You hadn’t heard him come in but when you got out of the shower there was a neat pile of his things next to the sink and once you were dry you pulled on his top and a pair of his boxers before padding over to his room. It was the first time you’d been up here and you felt almost like you were intruding even though the door was open so you gave it a gentle knock in hopes in could hear you.

‘Come in’ he sung with a gentle laugh, and and you felt yourself blush as you poked your head around the door, feeling a little silly now as you made your way over to him with a few of the other things he’d left out for you bunched up in your arms. ‘Well don’t you look cute’ he winked as he emptied your arms and popped everything back in his wardrobe. It was only then you realised he was only in a pair of boxers himself and your mouth went dry as your eyes raked over his body.

Including your little McDonald’s trip, you’d been on six dates with Mason however nothing had progressed passed a steamy kiss at the end of the night. It’s not like you both hadn’t had the chance to take things a bit further but Mason always had an early morning or somewhere to be. At first you didn’t think anything of it, he told you he wanted to take things slowly and you understood why but at this point you figured it might be something more. If anything you were surprised he’d even asked you to stay tonight. You knew you needed to talk to him about it and you told yourself if he didn’t try anything tonight then you would, not sure how long you could go without having him in some way when he was looking the way he was.

‘You okay, love?’ He asked, making his way back to you, his hands on your hips so he could pull you into his body and you shivered and your fingers touched the warm skin of his chest.

‘Yeah, I’m fine’ you whispered shyly before he bent his head to place a soft kiss on your lips.

‘I know it’s early, but do you wanna get in?’ He asked, nodding towards his bed and the pair of you climbed in. Your hopes of anything further happening though were soon dashed when he rested his head on your chest and cuddled into your side so he could get comfortable before shutting his eyes. ‘Night babe’ he yawned but you knew your voice would betray you so you just kissed his forehead in hopes that would be enough.

You felt a bit silly, getting upset at the fact he seemingly didn’t want to sleep with you but it was more than that. You understood things had ended in the worst possible way the first time you’d slept together but now it felt like he didn’t trust you and you couldn’t even speak to him about it. You weren’t sure if he was fully asleep but his breathing was slow so you carefully pushed him off and rolled over to face away from him before you felt the tears that had welled in your eyes eventually spill out.

It wasn’t long before you heard Mason sigh behind you, shuffling a little until his chest hit your back but you buried your face in the pillow so he couldn’t see you.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ He asked gently, kissing your shoulder as he stroked your side but when you didn’t answer him he nestled his head into your neck. ‘It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I think I know what it is’ he sighed, sounding defeated. ‘It’s not that I don’t want you, trust me I really fucking do. I just…’ he trailed off, sounding a bit upset himself and you quickly turned to look into his glossy eyes.

‘Tell me what’s wrong’ you whispered, searching his face for some answers but you were coming up short. ‘You can tell me, you know? Even if you think it’ll upset me or whatever I just need us to be on the same page’

‘I know, I just… I’m a bit scared’ he laughed, a few tears escaping that you quickly brushed away. ‘And I know we should of spoken about it before but I didn’t want to make you feel bad or anything’

‘You know I’d never do that to you again’ you whispered, knowing you were both referring to that fateful night. You kissed his nose as he nodded his head in your hand, deep down knowing that you wouldn’t but it was still in his head. ‘I get why you’re scared and I’m so sorry-‘

‘No dont’ he protested, raising up slightly so he could tower over you. ‘You really don’t need to apologise again. I don’t want you to feel like you need to be sorry all the time because I know you are and that you mean it. It’s me, you know? I thought if we took things slowly I’d be fine but I think I’m just overthinking things’

‘I just feel like I’ve ruined this for us’

‘You haven’t ruined anything baby, I swear’ he told you gently, your whole body feeling warm at the sight of his smile.

‘Maybe I’ve been overthinking too. I know it’s just sex and not something to get upset about like I have but when you kept saying you were busy and stuff I thought… I don’t know maybe we were spending all this time together and you didn’t find me attractive anymore or you realised you didn’t like me or… it doesn’t matter. But I need you to listen to me’ you told him, reaching up to hold his face so he could look at you in your eyes. ‘I’m not going anywhere, I swear. You’re my safe place, Mason and I’m not stupid enough to mess that up again’ you told him, both of you silently crying as you tried to reassure the boy in front of you but you could see see him blushing even in the darkness. ‘I know where I belong, Mase and that’s right here with you. I’m so sorry I ever made you doubt that’

You saw him go to say something but he stopped himself, shaking his head lightly before dipping down to kiss you and you hummed appreciatively into his mouth. You thought it would just be a quick kiss but when you felt him move to position himself in between your legs you knew he was about to give you what you wanted and you smiled onto his lips when you felt him press against your core.

‘Maybe we just need to take the plunge and try again?’ He whispered against your neck and you felt the excitement run through you at what he might be propositioning.

He pulled back, shuffling on his knees before pulling you up by your hands so you could sit up and he pulled his top from you in one swift motion before his hands were at his boxers you were currently wearing, tugging them off of you legs so you were laid completely bare beneath him.

‘I can’t believe I made think that you’re not attractive’ he said lowly as his eyes raked over you. ‘You’re fucking perfect to me, I adore every inch of you’ he told you, his lips attaching to your neck as your fingers dived into his hair. ‘I’ve missed your body so much’

‘Mase’ you gasped, but he was quick to kiss you in attempts to silence you.

‘I know baby, just relax’ he whispered, kissing down your body until he got to your core and you felt the excitement bubbling up inside you. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything else before attaching his lips to where you needed and you melted into his touch. It had been so long since you’d felt him and you’d forgotten at how good he was with this tongue.

‘Fucking hell, Mase. You’re so good at that’ you told him as he moaned into you. You chanced a look down and his big brown eyes were already looking up into yours causing a shiver to run through your body which was only made worse when you could tell he was smiling at you. You couldn’t help but push his face further into you as he made you feel good and his grip on your thighs tightened to the point of almost hurting but it only added to your pleasure.

He was taking his time with you, teasing you in a way only he knew how and even though this was the second time you’d been intimate it was like he knew your body already. Knew exactly where to touch you and kiss you and all the right words to help tip you over the edge. It didn’t take much though, you’d been waiting for weeks and you could feel your high bubbling to the surface already. When it finally hit, you squeezed your thighs around his head tightly which caused him to chuckle onto you and the vibrations only made it feel even better.

You didn’t give him a second to think when he eventually pulled away from you, rolling him over and popping yourself into the same position he had just been in so you could return the favour. You didn’t get a chance last time as he had made everything about you and the tent in his boxers was making your mouth water. You gripped the waist of his underwear and pulled them off him when he lifted his hips for you and you smiled at the way he sprung up against his tummy.

‘Sit up for me a little bit’ you told him, and you watched as he shuffled up the bed until his back was comfortable against the headboard. His wide eyes were looking down at you liked you’d cast some sort of spell over him, but he shut them as soon as your lips wrapped around him. You never got a chance to taste him last time since he was so focused on making you feel good but you were hellbent on showing him a good time this time around.

‘My god, y/n. Keep doing that’ he murmured, his hands now in your hair as he brushed it out of your face and you eyes caught his as a string of curse words fell from his pouty lips. ‘Keep going, baby’

You moaned onto him, his hands now slightly moving your head up and down as you spluttered around his length but you pushed through as you wanted to make it as good as you could for him but he was pulling you off soon after.

‘Come up here’ he breathed, pulling you up and helping you straddle him as he wiped your bottom lip and under your eyes before placing a heavy kiss on your lips. ‘You good?’

‘Yeah’ you smiled cheekily whilst rocking your hips over him once and you laughed as his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of you.

‘You’re trouble’

‘Is that a problem?’

‘Not at all, I can’t get enough of you’ he breathed before kissing you again, his hands on your hips so he could grind you down against him before you couldn’t take it anymore and reached down to line him up with you. ‘Eyes on me, yeah’ he whispered and you rested your forehead on his as you sunk down onto him. You were bouncing up and down on him straight away and you did exactly as he said, keeping your eyes on his and the look on his face was making your tummy churn. ‘That’s it gorgeous, show me how much you want me’

‘Mase’ you whimpered, your hands on his shoulders now moving to his chest as his moved his hands to cup your boobs as he sucked on your neck. You could feel him everywhere, you skin covered in goosebumps as he finally gave you all of him.

‘I’m close baby, keep going’ he told you, his voice strained as his fingers trailed up your back. ‘I know you are too I can feel it’

As soon as Mason started pounding into you from underneath, you knew you didn’t have long left and only seconds later your high was ripping through you, causing Mason to finish just seconds after. You collapsed onto his chest as he wrapped his arms around you so you could get your breath back. His lips started trailing little kisses along your shoulder and you giggled into his neck as his beard tickled you.

‘Let me go get cleaned up and I’ll be back’ you told him once your breathing had returned to normal, and with a quick kiss on your nose, he helped lift you up so you could run off to the bathroom. You took a quick look at yourself in the mirror once you were done but this time you couldn’t stop smiling, itching to get back and into Masons arms. He was laying facing you as you came out and you returned his heartwarming smile as you slipped back under the covers.

‘You okay?’ He whispered, brushing your hair out of your face before pulling you into his arms and you held him back even tighter, hoping to let him know everything was fine.

‘I’m perfect’

‘I know you are’ he whispered and you tried to reply but a huge yawn stopped you. ‘Come on sleepy face, let’s get some shut eye’

‘Okay’ you laughed, kissing him softly as you both got settled. ‘Night Mase, see you in the morning’

‘Night beautiful’

The next morning you were awake before Mason and you used this to your advantage so you could spend a bit of time looking at him. He looked so cute as he laid there, blissfully unaware of how much your heart fluttered at the sight of his furrowed brows and pink lips that you wanted to kiss more than anything.

The urge to make him breakfast filled your mind so you sneakily got out of bed and put on his shirt before raiding his fridge and cupboards for something to make him but you didn’t get much of a chance to look before he was hurrying into the kitchen and wrapping you up in his arms.

‘Mase? What’s wrong?’ You laughed, pulling back to look at him but the look of relief on his face made you curious.

‘What are you doing down here?’

‘I was going to make you breakfast’ you laughed as he shut his eyes and shook his head.

‘You weren’t there when I woke up’ he said quietly and your heart sunk as he thought you’d gone again. You felt your eyes well up a little bit as he pulled back to look at you. ‘Sorry baby, please don’t get upset. It’s me being silly’ he reassured you as he pressed little kisses all over your face in attempts to cheer you up a slightly. ‘Why don’t I make you breakfast, yeah? Anything you want’

‘It’s fine’ you laughed, holding him by his cheeks so you could look at each other and let him know it didn’t matter but he must of been able to see right through you.

‘Please don’t get upset. It’s a me problem not a you one I promise’ he whispered into your hair as you fell against him, a sadness swimming through you at how panicked he’d been.

‘Yeah but I caused it’

‘And trust me I’ll be causing a lot of problems for you too’ he laughed kissing your forehead as you felt yourself smile slightly. ‘Now, what’s do you want me to make you for breakfast?’

‘We were pretty good at making dinner together last night so maybe we can do breakfast together’ you reasoned

‘Sounds perfect’ he smiled, dipping down to kiss you sweetly.

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egg-emperor · 1 year ago

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What do you think Sage and Metal would do for Eggy on Father's Day?

I accidentally fell asleep before I could finish this on time on the day and then the next I was drunk and then the next I was exhausted again because there's been so much going on whoops shsbfksnfksng ^^; Apologies, here it finally is at last!

Metal and Sage are the most loyal and dedicated and enthusiastic about the day as a result, all thanks to Eggman's reprogramming for Metal to be stricter and make him especially devoted, out of both making it a highest priority, as well as being given the desire to seek his fatherly approval- as well as taking advantage of Sage's natural existing love for him and buttering her up and to keep her loyal and effective. So they're very willing to try their best to make it a good day for their father and hope to impress him.

They try to think of ways to reward him for being their brilliant creator and please him to keep receiving that conditional affection and praise. Unlike the badniks in the IDW Eggman's Birthday special, they know they shouldn't do big surprises that are too drastic that he wouldn't approve of them doing without his authorization, to show that they value and respect his orders. So they play it safe with their approach, which they also hope will impress him in itself as they know how important it is for them to do so.

They start with a simple surprise of ordering his cooking robots to make him breakfast in bed, as it'd be hard to get wrong or mess up, so long as they didn't try to cook it instead of the robots he made for the job. They get them to make all of his various favorite options at once as a glorious feast of a breakfast for this special occasion. Surprising him with good food an easy way to win his praise. He wakes up to them wishing him a happy father's day and the glorious sight and smell of the glorious meal puts a big smile on his face.

It's a good start with that and he eats happily and is very pleased and content. They also encourage him sleep in a bit more too because he deserves it and he can feel a bit sleepy after a big delicious breakfast after all so he lets this be one of the days where he gives in to that urge hehe. In that time, they make sure that no other robots get into any trouble or do anything that will disturb and awaken him so they don't sour that good mood for him. He wakes up again still feeling good and enthusiastic to start the day.

He spends the first half of the day lounging and relaxing as he also decides to take it as the opportunity to treat himself too. He takes some time to think about and reward himself for how brilliant and genius he is for creating for billions of robots and his AI that are smart and life-like and useful, with some seeing him as their father. Only it's much more impressive than your average father as he created them in a superior genius scientific way with robotics, code and electrons. He's very proud of himself for this accomplishment!

Every time he wants to get a drink or snacks, his next meal, or any other task done, Metal and Sage offer to do it for him, including things they're far from designed for specializing in, if he'll authorize it. They're clearly trying to compete very hard for his affection at every chance they get to the point of clashing times and he says "You're tripping over yourselves to get to me first, calm down or you'll end up making a mess or breaking something and get the opposite effect of what you're hoping for with all this" XD

They later surprise him with gifts like a shirt and mug that they were able not to fight over by having one gift each to give him that have things along the lines of "world's best evil villain dad" written on them and he's always happy to claim the title of the best of anything as he says he should, so he says "that's right!" and accepts them with pride. They wear their own shirts that either he's made for them to hype him up like the big egotist be is, or they've made to impress him, something like their "go dad" shirts in Murder of Sonic.

They also gift drawings but not toddler level scribbles to put in his fridge or something, even if they look like that it wouldn't be the purpose. But Sage's are the better ones while Metal's are scribbles because his killer claws aren't made for it! And what they actually depict are ways they'd like to pitch in with his next scheme/plan/attack. They know just what he wants and are sure to appeal to that as Sage's show how she'll help blow up more enemy forces and Metal's depict violence he's willing to commit for him.

So they go out and cause trouble together! They go on a rampage, attacking enemy bases and forces. Sage hacks into their systems to fuck with it, shut down defenses and blow it all up alongside Eggman, who has his missiles in his Egg Mobile and other robots forces. Metal grabs and tears apart soldiers that try to escape and Eggman also joins him to have fun bringing out his various guns in hand and blasting them. Crime, violence, explosions, and bloodshed are Eggman's desired form of family bonding lol 💜

That's the most enthusiasm, praise, and affection that they'll get from him in any situation as they're created to serve but nothing makes him happier than his diabolical schemes and he gets really excited to carry them out. It's the most joy they've ever seen from him and they're very happy to play a part in that by joining him. Metal even gets an "attaboy!" from Eggman when he watches him brutally rip apart his enemies and Sage gets a "that's my girl!" when she blows up their enemies like she did in Frontiers.

It's a great way for Sage and Metal to discover they have their own roles and parts to play in joining their father in his work and don't need to fight over it, though there's still some playful competition (that is still too serious on Metal's side because he's desperate to keep his place and purpose and need to their master in hopes that he doesn't toss him out for her lol) They enjoy seeing how happy he is and how much fun he has doing crazy evil shit with them and he likes seeing them work so hard for him like they always should.

And after they get back home he gets another celebratory meal and a cake that also says he's the best villain dad on it. It has cake toppers of the three of them but Eggman's is on a podium higher up as they acknowledge that he is above them and he's very pleased that they know their place and hopefully won't have to reprogram them to any time soon hehe. Something else he likes is how because neither of them can eat, Eggman gets the cake all to himself. One of the many perks of having robot/AI kids instead! >:) 😋🎂

Orbot and Cubot are not so enthusiastic about this day with their long history of being severely mistreated by him and not being reprogrammed to be more loyal and loving towards him, unlike how Metal was. Well, Orbot isn't because of how they're treated while Cubot isn't because he's jealous of Eggman giving them attention over him too lol. But they know how to put it on to keep Eggman pleased and fake smiles for photos Sage urges them to be a part of as they get an evil family photo of sorts taken together.

But with how successful Metal and Sage are in making him happy throughout the day, they start to worry he won't see any use in them anymore, throw them away and have them replace their spots. So they play it up even more by making him tea or getting him more cake and even though Eggman says he's already had enough, he of course accepts it as he never says no to cake, albeit confused about what's gotten into them. Much like the Sonic Channel comic when they try to avoid getting on his bad side XD

Eggman can tell what they're doing and says that they're trying so hard to please him now but this is what they should be doing for him all the time as if they're not always working their asses off for him lol. But he's very happy that it pushes all four of them to work especially hard for him and hopes that they'll keep it up if he shows his approval so they'll long for more of it. And he likes being appreciated and spoiled on this day as yet another chance to make another holiday all about him like he says all of them should be!

One thing that works the most on him from them is when they also give him some gifts but instead of them saying he's the "world's best villain dad" on them, they say he's "the world's worst dad." But he takes it as a compliment and embraces it with pride because he enjoys being labeled the worst too in this case as it's impressive that he both gets to be the best as a villain and the worst as the most evil! He's cheeky and smug about it to Orbot and Cubot, sticking his tongue out when Sage and Metal aren't looking ;P

#asks #dr. eggman #dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #eggdad #metal sonic #sage the ai #orbot and cubot #my post #headcanons #father's day #eggfam

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sanfangirl-cynicalromantic · 1 year ago

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Hiccstrid Drabble | High School Loners

Being a socially awkward teenager nervous about his first day of school after his father insisted on transferring him here after the semester had already started was perfectly normal, Hiccup assured himself. At least that was one thing normal about him.

He adjusted the heavy backpack on his shoulders, like a physical metaphor of his enthusiasm to be here. He should probably peel his sorry butt off the wall and look for his classroom. Navigation was so much harder with moving obstacles blocking your sight and impeding your ability to walk in a straight line.

“C’mon, Hiccup. Just a little more than a year until you graduate and then you can hole yourself up in your room and be a disappointment until Dad kicks you out and makes you work like an adult,” he told himself sarcastically. The pep talk had started out with a genuine intention to boost his self confidence, but when his self-esteem issues met the concept called positivity, his brain didn’t compute.

Room 308. He just had to get to room 308 and sulk in the back until the end of school. He craned his neck over the crowd of heads. He had really shot up over the summer, and could probably even be considered tall, but was used to walking with his head down, and wasn’t familiar with being able to look over people’s heads. It didn’t help anyway; teenagers were leaning against classroom doors or walls and lockers and it made it hard to read the room numbers. What did that door say? Room -

“Ooof!” he collided with a body in front of him, knocking his chin against something hard - a cheekbone, maybe? Or a nose. He frantically tried to regain his balance, thankful no papers had gone flying. His chin smarted and he began to babble.

“Odin I’m so sor-”

“Watch where you’re going!” the person snapped. Oh, great. This someone was annoyed. He sighed and looked up at them, and every thought eddied out of his head in an instant.

Standing in front of him was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. She was a couple inches shorter than him, his chin must’ve hit her forehead. Her arms were crossed and she was glaring at him with mesmerizing blue eyes, the color a mix of turquoise and sapphire. She had golden blonde bangs swept to the side of her face and a thick braid down her back. Her arms were crossed over her chest, obscuring the large, loud design of a graphic skull on her shirt. A short red skirt with spikes followed on top of ripped black leggings. He quickly cast his eyes back up to her face so she didn’t think he was ogling her; her deepened scowl told him she’d already thought so. Her round face was perfect, with no makeup except for some drastic eyeliner wings.

The angry slant of her brows and the fearsome scowl on her face were the most attractive expressions he had ever seen.

“I-I’m really sorry, I’m new here-” she raised her brows.

“New to the school or new to being able to watch where you’re going?” she asked sarcastically.

Holy Helheim this girl was funny too. Hiccup was practically in love. Oh no, he was probably staring at her stupidly.

“First days are never fun,” she conceded, like she was irritated with having to show sympathy. “So I’ll show you where to go wherever you need to go and give you some pointers so this never happens again. I don’t like to be bothered by other kids.”

“Okay,” Hiccup agreed happily. Anything to spend more time with her. And she was talking to him, without him having to try and start an awkward conversation first! This was more than he could’ve hoped.

“Where’s your homeroom?”

“Uh, 308.” Her exasperated face fell into annoyance.

“Great,” she muttered, half to herself. “We have the same homeroom.” The day was just getting better. He was starting to like school. She huffed and started walking down the hall, not bothering to check if Hiccup was following her yet. He stared after her for a minute.

One day, he was going to marry that girl.

#hiccstrid #hiccstrid drabbles #hiccstrid fanfics #my writing #my drabbles #httyd modern au #high school au #loner! Astrid #Nerd!Hiccup #simp!Hiccup #I didn't mean to make Hiccup such simp #But it happened #I don't blame him #Astrid Hofferson is hot #hiccup haddock #httyd #my fics #modern hiccstrid

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eveandtheturtles · 1 year ago

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All 4-1 Challange Summer Surprise Part 2

Summary: The gang arrives on the island but there's some issues that demand Raph's attention. Part 1

Ships turtles (including Jennika) X OCs

tw: body dysmorphia problem, comfort and suggestiveness.

The name Sprinkles is borrowed from And, Love series by @madammuffins Y'all should read the entire Love series from them.

tagging: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @sharpwindow @pheradream-15 @tinkabelle19

After about 4 hours of flight the airplane touched the ground. Leo was extra cranky with how cramped up their transport was. And the noise from the others. Amelia looked at him and rubbed his arm in comfort.

"There, there," she said, hiding badly a smirk.

"Why do I feel like you're enjoying this?" He glared at her and she tiptoed up to give him a kiss.

"Cause you cute when pouting."

Leo tried to look serious as he kissed her back but the corners of his lips trembled, threatening to lift up. He grabbed his luggage from the overhead compartment and went to disembark. He waited for Mikey, Sprinkles, Kara and Mirka to leave as they apparently were racing to water. Leo grabbed Mikey's luggage. He saw Raph take care of Mirka's and Sprinkles' and Donnie of Kara's. Jennika and Cheryl also had their own luggage. The five shared a look and chuckled or snorted. They were surrounded by crazy people.

Peter left the pilot's cabin and joined the turtles and Amelia. He changed his white shirt into a floral, Hawaian one. It was unbuttoned. Leo's eyes fell on the exposed chest and whistled. Amelia snickered when Peter shoved him.

"So where are we staying?" Raph asked looking around. The small island they were on didn't seem to be having any huts or bungalows.

"The island over there," Cheryl pointed to an island in their line of sight. "Donnie and I will use motorboats to transport everyone. Unless y'all wanna take the first dip in the ocean?"

"I'll wait," Raph replied.

"Same," Jennika added and headed towards the boats to drop the luggage there. Then they had to herd the frolicking quarted away from the water and into the motorboats.

Kara proudly caught a ride on Donnie's back. Mirka got grabbed in half by Raph and Leo dragged Mikey by his shell. Sprinkles just followed the group, laughing.

The travel to the other island was relatively short. There, there were 2 wooden bungalows and one smaller hut, spread evenly through the island's shore. They divided the group between the two bungalows.

Leo had to admit that the enthusiasm of the group was slowly getting to him. Everyone went to unpack with the promise to meet at the beach in about 30 minutes.

--88--

Mirka was kind of dreading the moment to change into the 'vacation' outfit. Sure Raph had seen them naked plenty of times but- it was usually dark and there were no other people involved. While their clothes were always stylish (as fashion designer major pride demanded), they never felt too good being.... exposed.

Raph knocked on the bathroom's door where they were changing.

"Babe, you okay in there?" He asked.

"Yeah! I'm good! I'm fine! Totally fine!" They called back.

The swimsuit was cute. The bikini top had ruffles that masked the chest area and the bottoms were great for tucking in. Still they were sitting on the toilet, tears in eyes, wrapped in a large towel trying not to hyperventilate.

"You don't sound fine," Raph rebutted. "Do you want me to go in?"

"No!" Mirka shouted back. "Maybe?" They added weakly. Then: "Yes?"

The door opened slowly and Raph carefully walked inside. It was a nice bathroom and he was only barely fitting in.

He knelt in front of Mirka. "What's wrong doll?" He touched their face.

"I just feel wrong," they mumbled, looking down, pulling the towel tighter around them. "It was fine at home! Why can't I feel fine now!" Mirka hid their face in their hands. They tried to curl up on themselves.

"Hey, it's okay, you're good," Raph pulled them closer and into his arms. Both of them were now sitting on the bathroom floor. "Do you want to wear one of your T-shirts over this?"

"I don't know... I told the others about this swimsuit. They sounded excited to see it. I was excited to wear it for you..." They played with the edges of the towel. The red of the swimsuit poking out.

"Fuck what the others think. What makes you comfortable is more important," Raph gruffed and nuzzled the top of their head.

Mirka sniffled. "You're too good of a boyfriend." They leaned into him.

"Bullshit, I just call it how I see it," he replied but smiled softly, stroking through their short hair.

"Alright," they sighed, feeling a bit more stable with him holding them. "Can we just sit here for a moment? Until I decide what to do?"

"Take all the time you need, babe," Raph reassured them.

Mirka stroked his arm, scarred from many fights.

"Do you ever feel self-conscious about these?" They asked

"Babe I'm a giant turtle, I think couple scars make no difference," Raph smiled. "Plus they make me look damn hot, no?"

They smiled biting down on their lips. "No argument there." They sighed. "Do you-"

"I think you're bloody deliscious," he immediately said and Mirka blushed deeply.

"Fuck, you're too straightforward," they laughed. They reached to his face and kissed him deeply. "Can you... can you help me believe that I am?"

Raph smirked. "You'll have no doubts once I'm done with you." His voice was low and growly in their ear.

The couple emerged from their room late in the afternoon. Freshly showered and post-nap. Mirka proudly exposed the bites on their body.

From the look of everyone else around the campfire set up by Jennika and Mikey, Raph and Mirka weren't the only ones who 'overslept' after setting foot in their bungalows. Leo was still missing.

Raph sat down smirking at the way no one was looking at each other. Except Mikey who was happily and obliviously making skewers with meat and veggies and Kara who happily chatted with Cheryl.

Suddenly, Leo rushed in, tying up the strings of his shorts. Amelia and Peter smuggly walking behind him.

He looked startled at the group. "So... today didn't go as planned, huh?"

<You're right,> Kara signed, grinning ear from ear. <It went so much better!>

Raph snorted. Mirka snickered.

"That's what holiday is for!" Sprinkles raised one of the skewers. "One for all!"

"And all for one!" Mikey replied crossing his skewer with his.

Everyone joined them with fits of laughter.

#tmnt all 4 1 challenge #tmnt 2016 #bayverse turtles #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 2014 #eve scribbles #donnie x oc #leo x oc #raph x oc #mikey x oc

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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 2 months ago

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baby girl wild child

I told my daughter to get in the car today

because we were going shopping

and I haven't really wanted to do that for awhile

but that girl needed new clothes

she's growing out of everything

and she's really into oversized shirts and sweatshirts

and it's all about easy movement and comfort

the how soft it is and it not squeezing her shoulders

and I'm so happy because she's picking out clothes

based solely on what feels right and what she loves

I don't think she breathed the entire time

she told me everything that was on her mind

and at one point I stopped her a moment

and said, "yours never stops either, does it?"

and she laughed and said "never"

and said she liked her mind

because it was always showing her something random

we really can be little ipod shuffles as people

and then told me the next random thing

that was sparkling the synapses of her inner galaxy

and she was absolutely delightful to be around

she likes really great music

and she sent me videos of she and her friends

doing dance numbers together and it's so beautiful

I found part of my halloween costume today

it was this dress that glittered like magenta fire

I literally fell in love with it across the room

love at first sight can be a tricky thing

but for me this time it really worked out

it will match my costume that I've named

and need to design the wings for

"Starry Starry Nyx"

it was so fun trying it on

and I sent my daughter with my purse

to starbucks to get us drinks

and she's still a little shy in public

so it was like sending her on a quest to get confidence

and she ran off to do it with such joy in her steps

today was absolutely perfect and I needed it

I remembered again how lucky I am

for everything I have even if it looks very different

than what I thought I wanted for myself

but I changed a lot too but on thing that hasn't

is how wonderful this babies are and keep becoming

and how it feels to be with them

and what fun we have on our little adventures

and I finished a painting

and everyone is okay again

man these were some rough days on the emotions

but everything is okay again

and everything is going to be ok

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onlyjaeyun · 8 months ago

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mine is a long shirt with wide trousers, both a soft gold colour with a reach sea-green and gold border on sleeves, hem of both shirt and trousers and a delicate gold border around my neck. the star of the show is my dupatta which is on the bigger side and has intricate gold embroidery with small mirrors. (I fell in love with the dupatta at first sight, bought it, and then got a suit tailored for it).

I got gold khussas to match with the dress and earring on the smaller but fancier side + a fancy anklet made of gold and pearls. I also got henna done. the henna is on the more fancier and heavy side as compared to my usual minimal design that I get.

bestie im so sorry this was so late but all of the little details sound SO beautiful i bet you stole everyone's show 😫😫😫 i hope you had a well snd blessed eid with your family my love!!!!💗🩷

#; mailbox 📬#urgh i wish we wore traditional clothes to eid too but we never do

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wozman23 · 1 year ago

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Tonight, On A Very Special Clone High Tribute

I don’t quite remember how I found Clone High in 2002. I’d assume being a fan of Will Forte put it on my radar. Or possibly that it was a Bill Lawrence project that relied heavily on the Scrubs cast. Whatever the case, it quickly rivalled Futurama to be quite possibly my favorite cartoon. But, just as it was getting started, the flame died out, mostly due to backlash with the portrayal of Ghandi. I’d always held onto hope that with the massive success of the creators Phil Lord and Chris Miller, maybe, just maybe we’d see the project again. When I moved out to LA in 2017, one of the first Hollywood-like things I had the pleasure of doing was attending the Clone High Reunion at the Vulture Festival. I was in awe of the talent in that room. The creators and voice cast are legendary. I got to interact with Forte and take a selfie. Then I met Tommy Walter, the man behind the infectious theme song, credited to his band, Abandoned Pools. By that point, not only was I a massive fan of Clone High, but of Tommy’s as well. He wasn’t putting out new Abandoned Pools music, instead focusing on his budding family and more traditional soundtrack and scoring work. But I remember telling him, dressed to the nines in my Sublime Currency shirt, that if he ever got back around to putting out more Abandoned Pools music, I’d be there to support it. But there wasn’t any real momentum for a second season, or more music from Tommy. Years passed. A silly Easter egg appeared in Spiderman: Into the Spider-Verse, but even that just felt like Phil and Chris just paying their respects to their former franchise.

Then all that changed, on both fronts. Tommy announced he was Kickstarting a new Abandoned Pools album. I threw money at it. And not much later, Clone High was renewed for another season. I was pumped!... And then, wildly, it was picked up for another season on top of that! Say What?!

Well we’re finally here in 2023, over 20 years after I fell in love with the original run. And it’s everything I could have hoped for! Initially I had my doubts about the show returning. Ghandi was a crucial character. How could you replace him? How would you reference his absence? Thankfully, it was done beautifully in a multitude of ways, through some jokes and sight gags, as well as by introducing a new cast of characters to make up for his absence. While I initially wasn't all that invested in the new cast, I warmed up to them rather quickly. And I love how their character design boldly contrasts the original clones. Candide is a terrific addition as well. I was also concerned about whether or not the show would mold itself to modern times. In 2002, it felt so ahead of its time. Many of the cartoons these days irk me. Shows like Bob’s Burgers, Rick & Morty, Family Guy (the list goes on...) feel like they rely far too much on over the top voice acting to deliver serviceable scripts. There were also concerns about whether or not the animation style would be overhauled. Thankfully all of these fears were quickly quelled. Stylistically the show picks up right where it left off. The off-beat, angular style of everything is still front and center. The backgrounds still juxtapose the action beautifully. Everything is just so wonderfully distinct. And it still has so much of that offbeat humor that made it great.

While one could easily enjoy the show without prior knowledge of the series, it’s chocked full of fan service. I was grinning within the first minute thanks to the dolphin sound. Minor characters are a joy to see, especially when voiced by the Scrubs cast. The new intro slaps, just like the original, which is what originally made me seek out the other work by Abandoned Pools. Hearing it modified many more times to fit the episodes’ themes was a welcome revival. Will Forte’s voice over introductions were as quirky as ever. Tommy’s more involved hands created some wonderful and weird music. It’s just such a joy, and a joy that I really didn’t ever think I’d get to witness again. Besides all of those qualities, one other thing that really cemented the original run as a favorite was the show’s ability to feel unique with many episodes. My favorite was probably the episode about smoking raisins because it was such a departure with its overall style and visuals. This season hosted multiple episodes like that. It’s all still so fresh in my mind, but the For Your Consideration episode really knocked it out of the park when it came to experimenting further with styles. Plus we got Mr. B backstory... Wesley. I feel like in my more recent years I’ve become somewhat of a softie. I used to never tear up over shows, or video games, or other works of art. But when Abandoned Pools’ “Remember to Remember Memories” unfurled, I got emotional. I’m not crying, it’s my contacts. There must be something in my eye. I’m sad to see it so quickly wrap up, but there’s still so much left for me to re-explore and digest. I’ll really need more time to go back through this season. Five weeks flew by like nothing. But as it ramped up, I found myself more and more enamored with the show again. The last four episodes really stood out. And the ending should take it in an interesting direction for next season. So I absolutely can’t wait to see what all those involved cook up in the not-too-distant-future, whether that be next season’s episodes, or that album Tommy is working on. It’s also absurd that Futurama is FINALLY back from the dead soon too!!! Here’s to hoping it picks up where it left of just as well as Clone High did...

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mediumchick · 5 years ago

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They’re here!!!! Hat stealer au!!!!

I love the shirt so much and the stickers are so cute 😭💕💕

Made by the lovely artist @cesi-scribbles

#I’m love them #bnha #hat stealer au #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #I fell in love with the shirts’ design at first sight #and the artist??is so good???#I’m c r i #mediumchick's thoughts

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gabseyoo · 2 years ago

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Guilty Thoughts

pairing: shiba taiju x fem!reader | wc: 2,8k.

summary: it's not so bad to sleep with your best friend's ex as long as he doesn't know about it, right?

warnings: dom!taiju, shameless!reader, pwp, kissing, oral sex (m! receiving), hair pulling, fingering, degradation, dirty talking, pussy slapping, vaginal and unprotected sex, mating press, breeding, slight cheating, taiju and mitsuya are besties and he’s being the friend of the year.

a/n: hi hi hi~ i feel it's been a long time since i posted anything. i'm a pretty slow writer, sorry for that. these days i've been working on more fics and i hope to post them soon, for now, i'll leave this here for the taiju lovers <3

“I’m going to hell.” He thought.

Shiba Taiju didn't expect to find the woman who had broken Mitsuya's heart sitting alone at one of the tables in his restaurant, eating a plate of pasta and drinking a glass of wine on a Friday night. He didn't expect his body to move on its own and approach her to ask if she was enjoying the meal. Nor did he expect to accept her invitation to sit and finish the wine together— before he could think twice he was already sitting down and pouring another cup. He thought that was okay, in a way, he wasn't doing anything wrong, he was just keeping her company; but everything changed when at some point he allowed himself to start flirting with her, noticing how she smiled victoriously when he fell into her game.

Guilty. He felt fucking guilty.

He should have pushed her away when her foot brushed against his calf under the table and her hand reached for his to run her thumb over his fingers; but he allowed it and even felt a bulge begin to form in his pants when she asked if he wanted to go somewhere more private.

“I don’t kno—” He tried to refuse by forcing the words out of his mouth, but was interrupted by her sweet voice,

“Don’t think about Takashi. He won't know if you don't want him to.”

Taiju always denied to himself his attraction to you, wanting to convince himself that he was a loyal friend and shouldn't see his friend's girlfriend that way, but he couldn't help it, much less when he realized that maybe his attraction could be reciprocated. He tried to play dumb with the way you looked at him when Mitsuya wasn't looking, the way you brushed your body against his when you passed by, the double sense comments you made on occasions when you two were alone. He tried to convince himself that it was his imagination, the same imagination that led him to fist himself with you in mind during the night.

It's not like Taiju loved you, but he desired you. Bad.

That's how he ended up here, in an expensive hotel room with his face smeared with the red lipstick you wore and his hands squeezing your ass under your dress.

Taiju knew that the designer still loved you, he had also heard him say that you were planning to get back together (for like the fourth time), and he felt like the worst friend in the universe, he shouldn't be here, getting a taste of what Mitsuya had.

But now he had his back against the door, since as soon as you set foot inside you had grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards you to attack his mouth with yours. He might be hesitating, his mind might be torn between whether this was right or wrong, but you weren't, quite the opposite, from the first moment your ex-boyfriend (maybe boyfriend again soon) had introduced you to that handsome restaurant owner you had wanted him no matter what the circumstances.

“Mitsuya is gonna kill me.” He whispered with his lips pressed to yours, his actions contradicting his words.

“As if he could.” You replied while getting down on your knees.

Taiju felt he already had one foot in hell, but he couldn't stop.

You skillfully unbuttoned his pants to pull them down along with his underwear and licked your lips at the sight of his aching erection in front of you. For a moment Taiju didn’t feel worthy of the sight, the woman who should be forbidden on her knees in front of him, with an eager look on her face for what she was about to do.

He threw his head against the wall when you took his dick with one hand and began to stroke it up and down, with a slowness that seemed like torture to him, also he allowed himself to moan softly as he finally felt some relief. But when you finally took him into your mouth, licking around the tip a few times before taking in his whole length, Taiju understood why Mitsuya was so addicted to you.

Taiju's cock barely fit in your mouth but you did your best to do a good job, internally congratulating yourself as you heard him moan loudly and thrust his hips forward looking for more.

When you looked up you saw him with his head back, one of his hands went to your hair in a quick ponytail and the other went to his head to run his fingers through his hair, perhaps trying not to cum so fast or to avoid the guilt he felt. Whichever option it was, you didn't care.

Unbeknownst to you, it was a mixture of both. His mind at times was invaded by pleasure and at others by the look of disappointment his friend would get if he found out, but when your mouth left his cock to suck on his balls while your hand continued to fist him, he decided to enjoy this as long as he could.

It was almost humiliating for him the sounds leaving his mouth. Moaning like that wasn't like him, he blamed it on the adrenaline he felt, or maybe that you were too good, and you couldn't help but feel powerful, because with your mouth and hands alone you had turned a man as big and intimidating as Shiba Taiju into a panting mess.

“You usually sound like this?” You asked before putting his length back in your mouth.

“I—” He tried to speak even though he wasn't sure what he was going to respond, but a groan came out of his mouth instead.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, he took the courage to look at you. The remnants of your lipstick were scattered along his cock combined with your saliva and your eyes were a little watery.

“Are you gonna fuck me now? Or what?” You teased with your hand still stroking him. “I'm not the type that likes to give without receiving.” You added before giving a short kiss on the tip. In reality, you only said that to provoke him, you could give him as much pleasure as he wanted without complaining, but at the moment the only thing you wanted was him inside you.

It was as if something inside Taiju switched on and his wild side finally came out. His hand that had not left your hair pulled you back, forcing you to look up at him.

That sight made him hate you, that was the face of the woman who played with the poor heart of his friend but at the same time the face of the woman he wanted as never before. But he hated himself more for letting himself be fooled by you, for falling into your game and making him fall so low as to betray the person who had supported him since he was just a bratty teenager.

How dare you provoke him? He liked to think he was better than that, better than men who only thought with their dicks and not their heads. But thanks to you, your pretty face, your pretty body and your fucking skills at getting what you want, he realized he was even worse.

“Get on the bed.” He ordered, and trying to contain the victorious smile that wanted to sneak onto your face, you stood up and looked at him from head to toe before turning around and walking slowly to the bed, where you sat on the edge of it.

He tucked his still hard cock back into his boxers before walking in front of you, in the blink of an eye he had already grabbed you below the knees to pull your body back against the mattress. The movement was abrupt and so sudden that it made you let out a yelp.

“Do you have any idea what would happen if Mitsuya finds out about this?” His hands went quickly to finish removing your dress, throwing it across the room.

“He would probably stop talking to you, maybe hit you first.” You replied with a smile, taking your hands to his shirt to unbutton it completely, revealing his tattooed and worked torso, he finished taking it off to throw it with your dress.

“That's right, he would hate me.” He said as he settled on top of you, his knees resting on the mattress next to your hips, locking you underneath him. “But you— you could just turn around and leave, without really suffering the consequences.” His hand went in between the two of you and cupped your cunt with the palm of his hand. “And you won't care about the mess you left behind, since you'll just be looking for new cocks to fill this greedy pussy, right?”

The way he was talking to you— god, it almost made you roll your eyes back. You even felt yourself getting more and more wet.

“Maybe I will.” You responded, biting your lip as he began to caress over the fabric of your panties.

“I know. You’re that kind of woman.” Taiju stood up for a moment to slip his arms under your armpits and push you back on the bed, your head now resting on the pillows. “A slut who likes to give people trouble.” He added before climbing back onto the bed, now positioning himself between your legs.

“But you like it. You like me.”

Taiju didn't even bother to deny your words. Neither you nor he would believe it.

“And that’s what pisses me off the most.” He practically ripped off your underwear leaving you in nothing but a bra, his gaze was fixed on your now exposed pussy as if it was something to admire for hours. “But you like me too. Always looking at me and flirting even with Mitsuya there, you have no shame.” He gave a light slap on your cunt that almost made you close your legs if he wasn't in the way.

“Don't get any ideas. I just wanted to fuck you.”

He smiled as he slipped two of his fingers inside you, moaning in approval as he felt how wet you were. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as he began to move his digits in a slow motion, as if he wanted to savor in detail the sensation of your walls embracing them.

“And you got what you wanted, didn't you?” You opened your eyes suddenly with surprise when he made the sudden move of inserting another of his fingers and pushing them all the way in. “But don't worry, I just want to fuck you too.”

You gulped and made an effort to respond without letting a groan interrupt your words. It seemed that he would not be as easy to deal with as you had thought.

“It's a win-win, don't you think?”

He didn't respond, he didn't need to. He simply bent down to capture your lips in another kiss, his tongue making its way into your mouth as he inserted one more finger. Out of reflex to the early intrusion you thrust your hips upward but he used his free hand to pull you back into place.

“You can barely take my fingers, sure you can take my cock?” His thumb went to caress your clit while his fingers kept stretching you. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, but he forced a cry out of you as he pushed his fingers deeper when you didn’t respond immediately. “I asked you a question, cat got your tongue?”

You dig your nails into his shoulders, both to keep you sane and as a form of revenge, “I can.”

“Let's find out then.”

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to your mouth, shoving all four digits in one go, almost making you choke on them as you tasted yourself. With his other hand he finished pulling down his boxers along with his pants, letting them drop to the floor, his cock still hard, with pre-cum decorating the tip.

He took his cock in his hand and positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing himself inside you. But that was the only act of gentleness he had, because as soon as his pelvis collided with yours, he pulled out of you and went back in but now with more force.

For the second time in the night, Taiju understood why Mitsuya was crazy about you. If he too had a woman with a pussy like this all to himself, he too would be stubborn to let her go, he too would chase her and beg for more chances.

There was no need to be gentle, he didn't want to be, and apparently neither did you. You were a slut, so he would treat you like one.

You bit down on his fingers as he began to thrust harder and harder into you, grunting as your walls seemed to squeeze him tighter and tighter, it was filthy— the sound of clashing skins and quickened breaths.

“Look at you. Taking my cock like a fucking champ. You don't even feel guilty, do you?” He asked with a sly smile and you shook your head. “I know. I even feel bad for him that he fell in love for such a pathetic woman like you.”

You looked at him with teary eyes, not because his words affected you, but because it was too much pleasure that you felt that it became overwhelming.

“Aww. My pretty girl is going to cry?” He mocked. “Good.”

Only after a minute, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth to lean against the headboard with both arms, his biceps flexed and you took advantage of that moment to take your hands to caress from his neck to his pecs, then go to his abs and dig your nails into his sides.

You felt how with each thrust he hit that sweet spot inside you, you were close, so Taiju lowered one of his hands to circle his fingers over your clit, causing you to squirm and moan his name louder and louder.

When your walls squeezed him so tight as if you were pushing him out the moment you cum, that was the moment he could no longer hold back. He took both of your legs and pushed them against your chest, he leaned forward settling his head on your shoulder and began to thrust so hard that the headboard began to crash against the wall.

With this new position it was like he was going even deeper inside you, it was too much. Both for him and for you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He mumbled repeatedly as he felt his orgasm approaching.

It wasn't until he reached his peak that his thrusts became softer, emptying all of his warm cum. And yes, he had the audacity to come inside you.

Taiju dropped down next to you, closing his eyes as he tried to regulate his breathing. He couldn't believe what he had just done. How would he be able to look Mitsuya in the face after this?

Still, after a few minutes in silence, he decided to ignore those guilty thoughts just for a little longer.

He should at least go to confession in church to clear his mind a little. But that will be later. Right now, he felt that he should finish enjoying this night, as this would not happen again, or that is what he wanted to believe. He was afraid to give in to his desires, again. And by the way you stared at him when he had the courage to look you in the face, he knew you weren't going to make it easy for him.

“Do you think you can take another?” He asked and for a moment you wondered where he had so much stamina, but then you remembered who he was.

“Give me a minute.”

In the morning, you woke up with a sore body and shaky legs. You looked next to you at the peaceful figure of Shiba Taiju sleeping, he even looked innocent after all he did to you last night. You sighed and reached for your phone that had been left on the nightstand, when you turned it on, there was a message.

Takashi <3

Hi angel, i know it's early, but i wanted to ask if we’re still gonna talk tonight?

I miss you.

Sorry again that I couldn’t make it to the restaurant yesterday :(

You smiled as you read the text and didn't even think twice before replying,

You

Don't worry, I just woke up. Pick me up at 8.

And it’s ok hun, you were working after all.

I miss you too <3

You locked the screen and returned the phone to its place to lie back down, feeling a sleepy Taiju wrap an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— one shots #— tr #taiju shiba #taiju x reader #taiju smut #taiju shiba smut #taiju x y/n #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers oneshot #tokyo revengers

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