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you aren’t perfect but neither are the gods so be a bit nicer to yourself, okay? i love you <33
#never rambles#pagan#hellenic pagan#Aphrodite#aphrodite deity#Aphrodite Devotee#hades devotee#hades worship#Persephone#persephone worship#persephone devotee#Hades#HELPOL#drink some water babe#seriously#eat something too#and sit up#and unclench that jaw bestie
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small but mighty
jake jensen x fem reader
words: 712
warnings & tags: **18+ ONLY** smut ahead besties, teasing, sex toys / use of sex toy (m receiving), handjob. pls let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: jakey baby go brrrr 🫨🫨🫨 lmao no but really this is just self indulgent filth idk what else to tell ya. i teased it here~ quickly read through but any and all mistakes are my own. feedback is greatly appreciated and highly encouraged! xoxo
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He shouldn't have asked. It’s all he can think at the moment as his pulse throbs in his ears and his skin tingles with warmth. His entire being is humming with energy that he doesn't really know what to do with. He really shouldn't have asked.
But, like, he’s also kind of glad he did?
Listen. He found your toys—the whole trunk of them—and amidst the varying sizes and styles of dildos and nipple clamps and leather harnesses and bindings and every other thing that had him hard within minutes, he found a tiny and unassuming vibrator that he frowned at. Compared to everything else, he didn't really see what could be worth keeping this little toy for with the bells and whistles of the others.
So, naturally, after you found him sitting on the floor with your, ahem, toy box open and an expression on his face like he'd found a lost treasure, Jake asked what could be so great about it.
The grin you sent his way scared him and also made his dick twitch.
You told him a practical demonstration would be better. He'd been too blinded by his horniness to do anything besides hastily agree and immediately started stripping.
Which leads to the present. You're sitting on his legs in an effort to keep him still and it's only halfway working. But, in his defense, you've also got his cock in a firm grip, messy with lube and buzzing from the bullet vibrator he'd mistakenly judged too harshly. You've been dragging it along the length of him at an agonizing pace and he seriously can't help the way he writhes and twitches.
“Still think it's not a useful toy?” you ask, circling his tip with a look of concentration.
Jake’s hips buck beneath you, jostling you a bit. He apologizes breathlessly and tries to swallow past his dry mouth.
“N-No, I… I get it,” he acquiesces.
You smile at him, glancing at him from under your lashes. “Yeah? Do you think it feels good just here?” you wonder as you run it across his perineum. “Or do you think it would feel good elsewhere?”
“Wha…?”
His brain can't make sense of the question, but it catches on rather quickly when you take the vibrator away from his cock and tease his nipples with it. He gasps, gaze dropping where his nipples are becoming more sensitive than he ever thought they could. Goosebumps rise across his flesh and he shivers, closing his eyes as he pants for breath.
“They're very versatile,” you muse lightly.
“Yeah,” he replies, voice strained.
Slowly, you trail it down his chest and stomach, going past his leaking erection and to his balls. He jumps and lets out an undignified noise, and you choose that moment to begin stroking him in fast motions, slick sounds filling the air and mixing with his growing moans.
“Size doesn't matter, baby,” you tease.
He tries to laugh, but it comes out more like a sob. The muscles in his stomach clench and unclench, his hands torn between fisting the sheets and squeezing your hips as his orgasm creeps nearer. It's approaching rapidly and he tries to warn you, feels his thighs tense, but his jaw only slackens enough to let a guttural groan slip out.
“Come for me,” you whisper, and he can only do as he's told, shuddering as his cock pulses in your hand then spurts his release, dripping down your wrist and his balls.
He hears the vibrator get switched off, yet his ears are still buzzing from the pleasure racing through his veins. It takes him a moment to come down and to register the touch of your hands petting at his arms and shoulders.
“That thing packs a punch, huh?” he jokes.
You giggle and lean over him to give him a sweet kiss. “I know I said size doesn't matter,” you say, then bite your lip to contain your next giggle, “but I love your big dick, baby.”
Jake flushes and huffs, pinching your thigh and grunting when you pinch his nipple in retaliation. He's sated and more than happy that his silly question yielded such pleasing results.
Maybe he can ask about some more of your toys. You know, for science.
#jake jensen x reader#jake jensen x you#jake jensen fic#jake jensen fanfiction#jake jensen smut#jake jensen fluff#jake jensen
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Okay so I can’t get over the idea of Eddie being very possessive over chubby Steve n just like… grabbin those love handles. All the time. 1) so everyone knows Steve is *his* and 2) bc eddie LOVES Steve’s loves handles n loves grabbing them and feeling that spot on him and 3) because Steve goes feral for it too, loves feeling like he’s Eddie’s and loves knowing that when Eddie grabs him there he’s feeling particularly possessive of him 😈 n Steve’s just like 🥵
ughhhhhh 👹
that’s sooo juicy bestie!!!!!
because maybe as steve softened and his sides started to bulk and spill over his waistbands a little more, it was just a small thing, a little touch here and there. and then they get a little more prominent and eddie’s touches get a little more prominent. eddie’s eyes going a little dark when he does, jaw clenching and unclenching. hands landing there when he steps up behind steve to kiss his neck in the kitchen, or look at him through the mirror while steve’s getting ready (checking that the shirt he’s pulled still fits, eddie crowding in close, lingering if the shirt doesn’t quite anymore).
eddies arm dropping there when steve sits next to him on the couch, they don’t go so much to his hair or his shoulders anymore, no now it’s that lovely squish at his waist and hip. it’s the same when steve straddles eddie’s thighs, if he sits in his lap.
maybe the damn breaks one day when eddie’s really gripping them, using them as handles while steve is on his hands and knees, soft and open and dripping on the bed. eddie squeezing this place he loves most ‘fuck, fuck’ he’s panting, they’re both a little delirious ‘so fucking hot stevie, these, right here’ and he grips so hard steve thinks it might bruise. steve really hopes there’s bruises.
maybe steve takes a little to accept how much eddie likes it, maybe the growth isn’t too comfortable to begin with. those lightning shapes splashes of pink make these ghosts come out, past ideas of how he needs to be and how he has to look. but eddie listens and spends a night sucking hickies all over them, worshiping them, repeating how he feels about steve, how he needs him, wants him, always.
and like it’s become a thing, maybe full on pavlovian response. brain going a little fuzzy and gut stirring with heat bc steve knows that when eddie touches him there, he’s thinking about him, thinking about them together, thinking ‘mine’.
and like it reminds me of ur micro fic like if they go out, they’re in a queer space, u know eddie is all over steve. but he just always gravitates there. knowing now that steve gets it, what he really means by it. maybe in the club it feels a little like foreplay, like it’s a new, special time and space with the freedom to be in love. they’re obsessed with each other and eddie’s obsessed with steve’s body and everyone can tell and steve’s obsessed with that feeling of being so so desired, especially because he knows deep down it’s like body, mind and soul.
maybe steve’s at the bar and some guy comes over, starts chatting him up. steve goes along a little, answering this guys questions because it’s kinda fun. but the real fun is when eddie comes back from the bathroom, instantly in steve’s space. ‘who’s your new friend?’ and eddie’s smile is a little pointy, eyes a little sharp. he steps up close to steve’s back, caging him in. eyes on the guy but hands on steve. ringed fingers sliding up under his shirt, both hands splaying wide over the bare skin and holding those two handfuls so firmly steve feels his pupils blow, knows he’s gone pink. doesn’t really care that his speech slurs a little ‘ah this is uh.. sorry, what was it?’ because one of eddie’s hands had slipped around to hold his belly too, eddie mouth is hot and so close to his neck and ear. steve watched the guy walk away, with a huffy little eye roll that just adds to steve’s fun. but also so so grateful that the guys gone because he’s fucking hard and he just wants eddie. wants eddie to keep going, keep taking, keep touching. eddie squeezes, nosing behind his ear, steve whines. eddie’s lips brush up agains the shell, breath hot and heavy, steve’s eyes flutter shut. ‘mine’ eddie near growls, squeezing again and grinding agains steve’s ass. steve moans.
#👹👹👹👹👹👹👹#best ask best ask#hope this is okay!#hotlunch#steddie#steve x eddie#chubby steve harrington#<3#ask#drabbles#steddie wg
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*gently cups ur faces* i love you all so very very much. your talent and creativity are both endless and will always be with you, much like muscles. but also like muscles, u need to rest urselves and take a break every now and again. what i'm trying to say is, if i catch ye apologizing for not being here or saying awful things about urselves BECAUSE you didn't write today or yesterday or this year, i will personally find you and we will go through ur bank accounts to see how much ur being paid to be here.
"but blue, nobody's paying me--" there u go u beautiful badass babes and bosses and babies. nobody's paying u. why apologize for having a break? "i'm sorry i haven't been here, i have a job and school and a family and a social life and prior arrangements--" besties let me tell u something, we're all adults now, we all have adult shit to do, tumblr is meant to be our chilled out zone, do you go to work and apologize to ur boss for leaving after the end of your shift? no! so don't apologize to ur friends for having stuff to do.
i'm proud of u my responsible pals. you're all doing great! but i've read five of these apologies in a row and i'm frightened for us all now. i love you. drink some water. don't forget that thing you said you'd do. eat a snack, take some meds, unclench ur jaw, shake out ur arms. everything is okay. the world won't fall off the axis because you chilled out and read a book.
#( OUT OF SOULS. )#mobile.#( this is aimed at myself too )#( like we apologize for our absences when we go to a wedding or a vacation )#( why? )#( how absolutely batshit insane is that? )#( i'm gonna make a resolution to stop apologizing unless i've actually done smth wrong )
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Okiie waiting for some noodles to cook rn so @everyone, have you completed your tasks?
😌🌊Hydration check!! Go get that water besties
🍲Food check! Yall eaten anything yet? Cringe if you haven't... oh well, never too late to start
🧘♂️Unclench your jaw, straighten your posture. ...unless you want a tension headache for whatever reason (I won't judge)
💊Take your meds!!! Super important!!! (<- forgor mine this morning 💀)
⏲Take a break! Go on a walk if you can! If you're stuck on a task (or mindlessly scrolling) it can be a huge help
🧐Rest your eyes!!!! I mean it! You're messing yourself up!! Your short sighted ass is *not* going to survive the winter
(Okk it's back to work for me o7, Feel free to add on<3 )
#shut up sheo#was gonna pop this in the ask boxes of regular mutuals but yall need to hear it as well#TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES OR ELSE!!!!
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IM SOBBING
IM CRYING
I LOVE UR TM(N)T SERIES AND ALL
AND IM NOT HAITNG ON IT IM JUST TRAUMATIZED NOW-
(I fucking love ur art btw keep going ur doing great! Also make sure to hydrate, eat, sleep, and unclench ur jaw bestie <333 /p)
what, you weren't traumatized before? pssh.
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untense your eyebrows bestie oh and unclench your jaw too
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Hey besties reminder to unclench your jaw because I keep clenching my teeth accidentally and ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
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Bestie unclench your jaw
girlie that's not a random headache u are dehydrated malnourished over caffeinated over stressed and sleep deprived
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Because I need the reminder today:
Unclench your jaw
Stretch and yawn
Look to the other side of the room for a few seconds
Take a sip of some sort of liquid
Consider if you need a snack
You're doing great, bestie. I believe in you 💚
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Take a breath and unclench your jaw bestie 💜
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shrimp check-in
hey you you there unclench your jaw, relax your face. sit up straight. stop curling like a shrimp, that's bad for your back. can't sit up straight without hurting? lie down with ur back straight, bestie <3 much love
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I just couldn't help myself... I had to read it. 🫠😍 Bestie, you know how much I love this series... When it comes to Tomathy, this is my absolute favourite. 🥰
You and Tom were once again woken up by the blaring of your alarm filling the room, your boyfriend adorably groaning before tightening his arm around you in a near perfect repeat performance of yesterday morning.
I'm already melting, gooods... 🫠
"Why aren't you tired of me yet?" The words just flew out of your mouth, your voice tiny and if you were being completely honest with yourself…you were embarrassed that you'd even allowed the question to take over your thoughts to the point of sleeplessness. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have--"
I feel Y/N's insecurities. So fucking much...
Before you could say anything else, he tightened his arm around you and sat up, positioning you so that you were sitting on his thighs.
✨️thighs✨️
"Firstly, they're not stupid. I would never belittle your fears like this," he mumbled into your neck, working his arm underneath you to lift your hips off the bed and pull you closer as you writhed underneath him. "And secondly…I quite like handling you." You felt him smirking against your skin at the squeal that hitched at the back of your throat. "Comforting you, loving you, is not and will never be a chore for me."
Where can I get a Tomathy? Pls, I need one. Ahhh, that's sooo cute, I can't. 🥺🥹🫠
Tom shut his eyes, making a conscious effort to unclench his jaw before facing them, putting on a whole performance as he smiled at them and pretended he didn't want to conveniently forget that he was a gentleman and strike them clean across their cheek. "Lads," he greeted them through gritted teeth masked as a smile. "Shall we proceed with some drills?"
Tomathy, looking at the lads like: (ง'̀-'́)ง
She is and she's mine, he inwardly seethed. "You can appreciate someone's beauty without being so crass about it."
I'm about to pass out, that's so precious. 🥺🥹
The player shrugged in response. "All I know is that Jill knows and she refuses to share with the class. Just said something about if we paid enough attention we woulda figured it out by now because, and I quote, it's 'damn near impossible to miss the smitten on that man'."
I love Jill. 😂
He then started to mouth a message to you that had your breath catching in your throat with a borderline inhuman sound. I. Love. You.
You took a breath before turning to see Tom breaking into a light jog making his way to you, immediately reaching for your hands when he got close enough. "Hello, sweetheart," he said with a heaving breath, the exhilaration radiating off him in waves as he moved his hands up your arms until he got to your shoulders. "You looked so tense, I needed to check on you." Once your shoulders relaxed he wrapped an arm around your waist, grasping your chin with his free hand, coaxing you to unclench your jaw. "Are you alright, goddess?"
Blushing, giggling, kicking my feet.
Your giggles filled the hall as he wrapped his other arm around your waist, your feet leaving the ground as he brought you into the room, kicking the door shut. "I only have the one bed," he answered you, his voice raspy as your bag hit the floor with a soft thud. "You'd have to adhere to a few rules, however."
Tehehehe... 🤭🥰
@muddyorbsblr words are not enough to describe how much I love this, ahhh! 🥹❤️
everybody's watching him…but he's looking at you
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Placement: morning after 'after hours visits'
Summary: Old scars start hurting once again in the wake of your brazen and disrespectful visitor from the night before, and Tom's there to comfort you…on and off the field
Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left); unprotected p in v sex; morning sex; insecure Reader in the first scene; language; sleazy pervy teammates [let me know if I missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: established relationship
Dick-tionary: smut starts at "He moved his large hand" and ends at "nothing but a distant memory"
You and Tom were once again woken up by the blaring of your alarm filling the room, your boyfriend adorably groaning before tightening his arm around you in a near perfect repeat performance of yesterday morning.
"Do you have to be at the briefing room early again today?" he grumbled, his fingertips tracing up and down along your spine. "Draw names again?"
"No…" you sighed, your tone immediately making him tense up.
"Sweetheart?" He tilted your head to look up at him, his sleepy eyes gradually becoming more alert as he met your gaze. He moved your hair away from your face, tucking the stubborn front strands behind your ear. "What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept."
"I couldn't," you blurted out, wincing the second the words came out of your mouth.
"What's wrong?"
There was a lump at your throat so large you could barely choke out the words. You already felt like shit making him worry about you like this, you didn't want to make it worse.
"Please talk to me, my love," he whispered, tracing this thumb along your lower lip before bringing you closer to press a kiss to your forehead. "I won't much help if I'm flying blind. Something's eating at you and--"
"Why aren't you tired of me yet?" The words just flew out of your mouth, your voice tiny and if you were being completely honest with yourself…you were embarrassed that you'd even allowed the question to take over your thoughts to the point of sleeplessness. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have--"
Before you could say anything else, he tightened his arm around you and sat up, positioning you so that you were sitting on his thighs.
"I should have seen it," he whispered, concern filling his eyes as he traced the lines of your face. "That woman's words from last night, they got to you. Affected you in a way neither of us thought of preparing for."
"Sweetie, this isn't on you." You did your best to just wave off the conversation, placing your hands on his shoulders and trying to work at the now tense muscles. "I know we've been through this before, we don't have to do it again, I shouldn't have said any--"
"Stop." He wrapped his hands around your wrists, stopping you from what you were doing. "It doesn't matter if we've had this conversation before, if we have to, then we'll have it again. As many times as you need." He gave a quick tug and your chests were pressed together, his arms snaking around your back and offering you no escape. "I love you." He pressed a kiss to your lips. "Only you. You know that, right?"
"I do, I really do. I just--I didn't realize how bad what happened last night fucked me up until I realized I couldn't close my eyes without reliving…" You took a shaky breath, the memories of the last serious relationship you had before Tom trying to drown you. "Without reliving what happened before. I mean…if I had a nickel every time a would-be homewrecker knocked on my boyfriend's hotel room door dressed in lingerie, I'd have two nickels. And that's just the ones that I know about."
He didn't say anything in return. He just proceeded to press light kisses across your face, holding you tighter against him. "My sweet goddess," he whispered into your skin, sighing when he'd kissed his way to your lips. "No one will ever succeed in luring me away from you. If you only knew how in every moment I have to myself, all I can think about is having you with me again…" He kissed along your collarbone, repeatedly whispering your name and declarations of love with every kiss.
"God why do you even put up with me I can't be that good in bed--" You let out a yelp as he flipped your positions on the bed, your back landing on the mattress with a soft thud.
"You should know by now that nobody gets to talk about the love of my life like that. Even you, sweetheart." He latched his lips onto the spot between your neck and shoulder that had you weak and squirming beneath him. "I've known since before our first night together, before you first kissed me, that I would spend my future loving you. Regardless of how you felt for me. I resigned myself to the fact that part of me was forever yours before you ever let me share your bed."
"Sweetie…" How was it that he somehow always knew how to draw you back from that dangerous ledge your mind often went to? "How are you not sick of handling my stupid little moments yet?"
"Firstly, they're not stupid. I would never belittle your fears like this," he mumbled into your neck, working his arm underneath you to lift your hips off the bed and pull you closer as you writhed underneath him. "And secondly…I quite like handling you." You felt him smirking against your skin at the squeal that hitched at the back of your throat. "Comforting you, loving you, is not and will never be a chore for me."
As he captured your lips in another soft, slow kiss, his words from last year began to echo in the back of your mind all over again. I know you're not ready yet, but I want you to know that I am. I've always been.
The guilt sat heavy in your heart knowing that you knew exactly where he was and where he wanted to go, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop looking at your life in complete disbelief. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. It happened before, what was stopping the universe from making it happen again?
"I'm still scared that one day I'm gonna wake up and you've disappeared," you confessed when he pulled away, inwardly wincing at how pathetic the words made you feel. "I haven't been as afraid the last few years but last night…it brought all those fears back to the surface I mean what if I wasn't here when she showed up--"
"Then I would have told her that I'm in a happily committed relationship and I have no need for anyone else. I would have turned her away," he said, answering your unfinished question. He laid you back down flat on the bed, proceeding to kiss his way down your body, stopping when his lips hovered over your heart. "I need you to know that I'm not going anywhere. That I'm yours for as long as I live. You're the last woman I'm going to love."
You inwardly cursed at yourself for still being unable to say the words, the sentiment still refusing to move past the lump in your throat. I'm on the same page with you. I want to be yours for the rest of my life. Can I keep you?
Instead you lifted a shaky hand to weave through his short dark blond curls, finding yourself breathing a touch easier when you heard him sighing in contentment at your touch. "You should know I feel the same way. I'm no good with words but I'm getting there I'm trying I really am--"
"You don't have to say anything right now, sweetheart. When you're ready, and only when you're ready, I will be right here with you. I always will."
He moved his large hand down the side of your body, curling around your knee to hook your leg around his waist. Your moans began to fill the room when he lowered his head and captured your nipple between his lips, licking and sucking it into a stiff peak. "What're you--"
"What time do you have to start wakeup calls?"
The words threw you in for a loop, your mind stumbling and scrambling to recall your morning schedule. Briefing room by 8, players should be in the field by 7:45, twenty to thirty minutes to run across the hotel and get to the other three players assigned to me…
"7:15," you said between heaving breaths, letting out another moan when he repeated his attentions on your other breast.
"Then we have time…" he mumbled, kissing his way back up to your lips, a devilish grin painted across his devastatingly handsome features. "We'll leave this room together and I'll go to the field, then you can go start the rest of your wakeup calls."
You started to whimper and moan against his lips as he started to roll his hips into yours, already feeling his quickly hardening member rubbing against your entrance. "Wait sweetie I still have to take a shower, change my clothes." Dammit Y/N keep your mouth shut why are you turning down morning sex, you absolute buffoon, you hissed at yourself. "I can't go to the field smelling like sex--"
"We can shower together," he answered back smoothly, stealing another kiss from you before speaking again. "And I packed a change of clothes for you for this exact scenario."
"And what scenario is that?" you asked him breathlessly, a thrill running through your whole body as he stroked your thighs before parting them the slightest bit more and settling his hips between them. Your hand slammed down on the mattress, gripping the sheets when you felt the tip of his length rubbing up and down between your folds, teasing your entrance.
"The one where I want to keep you in bed a little while longer," he rasped, starting to inch his way inside you, letting out a shuddering breath before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "We're not leaving this room until last night's insolent visitor is nothing but a distant memory."
There must have been an angel smiling down on both you and Tom today, seeing as you were assigned to work the field again, even functioning as an assistant cameraperson as a few people from one of the crews set to shoot footage of today's Training Week events fell ill.
You were set to assist in filming the penalty shootout later on in the afternoon, handling a relatively smaller camera that would focus on the players watching rather than the players shooting for the home dressing room. For the morning, however, you were mostly guiding the photographers through the field, ensuring that they were at a safe enough distance so that the chances of them getting hit by a stray ball were significantly slimmer.
"Oi, if you stare a little harder your eyes'll burn a hole through 'er head," Jill's voice broke Tom out of his thoughts, elbowing him lightly when he stole one last glance at you before running into the playing area.
When he finally got to his teammates, his skin brisled at the discovery that they too were staring shamelessly at you, talking about the little mouth-shaped bruises that peppered your neck and chest. It didn't help that he might have added to that count this morning while he was comforting you.
"I mean if she didn't want us to look then she woulda worn something that doesn't show off her tits so much. And those hickeys are practically a red neon arrow going Look over here, gents."
Tom shut his eyes, making a conscious effort to unclench his jaw before facing them, putting on a whole performance as he smiled at them and pretended he didn't want to conveniently forget that he was a gentleman and strike them clean across their cheek. "Lads," he greeted them through gritted teeth masked as a smile. "Shall we proceed with some drills?"
"In a minute, Y/L/N is about to lean down and--No, come on sweet thing, move your hand outta the way!" The loud holler from his teammate had you snapping your head in their direction, and he could see your neck visibly tensing when you saw his teammate with hands cupped over his mouth, not even bothering to seem ashamed of the distasteful remark.
You were called over to a table by the bleachers, and finally the immature lewd comments about you seemed to stop and they all proceeded with drills for a short while. If only his teammates hadn't once again opened their mouths once they paused to take a break.
"You gents think she and her boyfriend would be opposed to a threesome? Too pretty of a thing for just one man to keep to himself."
Another one chimed in. "Downright greedy is what it is. Everyone should have the God given right to see a mouth that sinful stuffed with--"
"You know, I really don't think her boyfriend would appreciate hearing you all talk about her like she's some sentient sex doll," he finally blurted out, fighting the urge to clench his fists as his heart thundered in his chest.
"Pssh come on, I know you have your woman but even you with your A-list standards have to admit that she's a looker."
She is and she's mine, he inwardly seethed. "You can appreciate someone's beauty without being so crass about it."
"Loosen up a little, Thomas. Pretty sure her boyfriend would be proud knowing nearly every man with a pulse here wants a go at that. And it's not like he can even hear us, whoever the lucky bastard is." His teammate sighed as he looked over at that table again, making Tom hold himself back with all his strength as he watched him so brazenly adjust his shorts in front of everyone in the field. "Just one night. Lucky bastard just gotta share for one night."
Your words from last night rang loud and clear in his mind. He refused to let this go on. It was time to make things less private.
"Actually the lucky bastard can hear you all just fine," he announced loud enough for all the horny assholes to snap their heads to look at him. "And I can tell you right now neither of us are open to sharing."
"You know…I didn't see you come back to the room this morning," Simone commented with a teasing tone when she passed by the table you were sat at. "Not to be a bit of a Nosy Nancy but…if your clothes were with us, where'd you--"
"Boyfriend," you answered simply, smiling at the memory of this morning's shower with Tom in his room. And the numerous, extensive kisses you shared before parting ways for the morning. "Apparently he kept an outfit change for me in his luggage. Contingencies."
"Nice boyfriend," Joelah commented, plopping down on the seat next to you and jutting her chin toward the laptop in front of you. "Whatchu workin' on?" Before you could answer, she placed a hand on your shoulder, making you face her as she silently counted the marks on your neck and chest. "Fuckin' A you weren't kidding about your boyfriend thinkin' he's a vampire do you have more…"
"I do," you answered with a little chuckle, giving them a casual shrug. "The ones from earlier haven't even started showing yet--"
"What?!" Joelah and Simone all but shrieked, eyes wide and jaws on the ground as the former waved Douglas over. "Please tell me you know something about who the mystery man is, we still have three guesses."
The player shrugged in response. "All I know is that Jill knows and she refuses to share with the class. Just said something about if we paid enough attention we woulda figured it out by now because, and I quote, it's 'damn near impossible to miss the smitten on that man'."
"Honestly you guys Jill just basically dropped a name and asked me point blank if we were a thing," you offered, giving them a tiny smile. "So I said yes." You turned your gaze back to Joelah. "As for your earlier question, I'm doing security penetration testing on the auction site for the match-worn jerseys. Trying to make sure no one can just insert their bid without actually putting in the money and all that."
You turned back to the laptop to go through a few more test cases before sending over a checklist of some more advanced attacks for the development team to test out, as you wouldn't have enough time in the day to spare in this consult for those. From the corner of your eye you saw Joelah lean back in her chair, facing the England team.
"Ungh Don't talk about penetrating right now, babes, it's making me think things" she groaned, the frustration in her tone so potent you could practically hear her pout. "Unholy things. For a certain Player Number 6 with that obscenely tight jersey and that arse I mean just fuck me running look at the sheer power in those moves."
Without looking up from your computer you darted your eyes toward the field to sneak a fleeting glance at Tom, the stupidly tight shirt you masterminded him into stretched so tight across his back muscles you could see the definition even from this far, and his stance putting his ass and thighs on borderline sluttish display. You had to purse your lips and bite back your words before you voiced a similar sentiment, only yours mentioning that you knew exactly what power those legs held while he took you against the shower wall earlier this morning.
"Ohh Christ on a bike was I too loud?"
"I don't think so," you answered her, typing away your findings and starting on your final test. "Why what's up?"
"He's looking at the table, I'm no better than those horny asshats making crude comments at you I feel like a right knob--Wait…hold on…" She pointed at herself and you heard a faint "Me?" coming from her before she started patting your shoulder to call your attention. "Never mind he's not looking at me I think he wants to talk to you."
That was enough to make you look up completely from what you were doing, meeting your boyfriend's gaze from ten yards away. You gave him a tiny smile, raising your eyebrow in a playful questioning look. He raised his hand and gave you a little wave, prompting you to do the same.
He then started to mouth a message to you that had your breath catching in your throat with a borderline inhuman sound. I. Love. You.
"Wait hold on--?!" Simone shrieked from the side. You could hear that she and Joelah had clasped their hands together like best friends in a high school hallway, watching one of their own getting a Promposal.
"What?" you mouthed back, barely able to hold back the smile that was pulling at your mouth. What he did next had you breaking out into a full on toothy grin, joyful tears prickling at the back of your eyes.
He cupped his hands over his mouth and hollered his message again. "I said I love you, Y/N!"
You felt the air leave your lungs, unable to hold back your joy as you saw that heartbreakingly handsome face beaming at you. With cupped hands over your own mouth, you hollered back at him, "I love you, too!"
A hand clasped around yours, and Joelah looked at you with wide excited eyes. "He's--??"
"He's the boyfriend," you confirmed with a vigorous nod of your head. The other women looked at you jaws slack and silently prompting you to give up some more details. "Going on seven years."
"So he did all…" Douglas motioned at all the marks on your chest. "That??"
"And the ones that haven't started showing yet," you shot back with a cheeky wink.
"Ohh my lordy me I just realized," Joelah gasped. "Keeping things low key?! You already told us before and we were just being so fucking dense about it! You were so slick with that!" You only gave her a little shrug, giving yet another confirmation, before she jutted her chin again to point at something behind you. "Your man's coming over."
You took a breath before turning to see Tom breaking into a light jog making his way to you, immediately reaching for your hands when he got close enough. "Hello, sweetheart," he said with a heaving breath, the exhilaration radiating off him in waves as he moved his hands up your arms until he got to your shoulders. "You looked so tense, I needed to check on you." Once your shoulders relaxed he wrapped an arm around your waist, grasping your chin with his free hand, coaxing you to unclench your jaw. "Are you alright, goddess?"
"I am now," you sighed contentedly, feeling the tension steadily leaving your body with each passing second. "Thank you for checking on me."
He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours. "I'm here for you, my love. Always," he said softly, framing your face in his hands. "But now that I'm here, perhaps I could…steal just a little kiss?" He looked at you with those pleading eyes that never failed to get you weak in the knees.
"You know I can't say no to you…especially when you ask so nicely." You barely had time to take in a breath before he braced his hand behind your back, tilting his head to close the remaining inches of distance between you and press his lips to yours.
The faint sound of the ladies next to you clapping and squealing surrounded you, made louder when he splayed his hands at your upper back and your hip before dipping you. He smiled against your lips when you let out a muted squeal of your own.
Jill's voice broke through your moment, remind you both exactly where you were. "Alright adorable as you two are, get your arse back out on that field, Hiddleston. You can kiss your girlfriend all you want after today's training."
You giggled from your position, holding on to his shoulders as your upper back rested perfectly comfortably on his thigh, as he pulled away with numerous soft pecks to your lips. "I love you," he whispered against your lips, pressing one more kiss before righting both your stances.
"I love you, too," you said back, unable to wipe the smile off your face as he jogged toward the field. Once you turned to face the rest of the women at the table, the sound of a frustrated shriek and stomping on cement hit your ears. Followed by a distant 'It's not fair!!' that had you all laughing amongst yourselves before Jill called out to Douglas to get back on the field as well.
Later that night you knocked on Tom's hotel room door, a look of slight concern on your boyfriend's face as he eyed the bag in your hand before a smile graced his features, realizing why you had your luggage with you.
"My roommates kicked me out," you said, making a whole show of sticking out your bottom lip in a little pout. "Something about it being pointless to keep my things there if I don't sleep there anyways." You tried to bite back the smile as he stepped toward you, running his hand down your arm until he took the handle of your overnight bag from you. "You don't happen to have a place for me to crash, would you?"
Your giggles filled the hall as he wrapped his other arm around your waist, your feet leaving the ground as he brought you into the room, kicking the door shut. "I only have the one bed," he answered you, his voice raspy as your bag hit the floor with a soft thud. "You'd have to adhere to a few rules, however."
"And what exactly are these rules?" you shot back, failing to stifle your whimper when he laid you down on the bed, smirking down at you as he worked his hands under your shirt.
"First…no clothing." He made quick work to pull your shirt over your head before pressing his lips to your now bared stomach, sucking and biting another bruise onto your skin while he unclasped your bra. "And second…you'll have to sleep in my arms at all times." He kissed his way up your body until his lips ghosted over yours. "Do we have a deal, goddess?"
You closed the last bit of distance between you, pressing your lips to his before answering him. "Always."
A/N: Meow meow protecting his bb is precious and must be protected at all costs. Everyone working the event finally knows and that means we're on to…game day! I might be giving these two a little break though to work on other series and also…the rest of my requests that've been there since 500 followers and we're already here at [information redacted] so…I'm hella late 🤣🤣
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(wakes up) the batter from OFF and spamton deltarune should be put in the same room together (lays there in a fugue state for seventy minutes) and they should be friends i think (decays into my bedsheets)
#robin rambles#spamton#the batter#this is secretly ghost written by spamton who may or may not have a type of crush on the fictional character the batter from the game off#hes possessing my brain as we speak. he wants to be besties with his own blorbo so badly#and he has managed to forget that they are both video game guys#(hes forgotten this because his curse to bear is to see the forth wall but never break it)#and therefor they could plausibly hang out#i am going to go nurse this spamton induced decay headache by drinking obscene amounts of water. you should also hydrate#also. unclench your jaw
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hi love! i hope youre feeling well and taking care of yourself!!
dont forget to unclench your jaw and take some deep breaths!! cant wait to see what else you come up with because i know your big sexy brain is always thinking!
- with serenity, 🍁
also, dont forget that your fav jerks it to your photos and becomes a whiny mess of a man for you and your pussy!! <- a small idea that you can use for a cough birthday cough ♥️
thank you baby 🥺 i’m currently taking some time to work on my communication work since i have things due this wednesday!!
i hope you’re taking care of yourself too! ❤️
god, pLEASEEEEE IT MIGHT HAVE TO COME OUT TOMORROW INSTEAD OF TONIGHT BUT I WILL WRITE IT ISTG. i love you and your big brain 🥺🖤
#🖤. asks#🍁 anon#i have a crush on 🍁 anon HELP#bestie is the literal goat and a life saver omg i know you#and yes i unclenched my jaw❤️
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Ooooh bestie, just had a great idea! Okay so idk what timeline this would be but reader is friends with Elena et al. and they need something from Klaus but nobody knows where he is. They convince reader to ask him for help but she's like 'yeah right, he's gonna just ignore me'
But then he actually shows up and she's shocked but pleased. And if you could include the dialogue "you came?" "you called" that would just be the cherry on top 🍒❤️
(Obv. no pressure but I know you're looking for requests atm)
I GOTCHU!
He said he was loyal but this is not what I thought he meant.
I was so set on the fact that I wasn't anything special to him, that when the rest of the group requested that I reach out to Klaus, I expected him to run the other way and not care about what my 'group of misfits' got ourselves into again. He's been helpful for us in the past, sure, he's shown us that he's not completely an enemy but he isn't exactly a person that we all trust.
"I knew it." Elena chuckles, patting my back as Klaus trots towards us, leaves crunching with every step he takes. A bashful smile slides across his lips as Elena shoves me towards him, a snort leaving Damon at the physical and metaphorical shove towards Klaus.
I look up at him through my lashes, nervously biting at the inside of my cheek as he gives me playful shrug, almost asking me 'well?'.
"You came?" I breathe, not expecting him to actually show up when I need him but his brows furrow, offended at my question.
"You called. Of course I came." I can hear the snickers from behind me, my eyes turning to slits as I send them a glare over my shoulder, urging them to leave us alone. They move slowly but they eventually leave us be, my body vibrating as he takes a step towards me, his hands reaching out to rest on my upper arms. "You look beautiful." He whispers, reaching up to drug his knuckles over my jaw.
"Thank you." I whisper, brain blanking for a moment as he smiles, eyes flickering back and forth between mine as the forest moves around us. He looks happier since the last time I saw him, jaw unclenched, hair tousled, bright eyes; Elena would call that the 'Y/n effect' but I just like to call it good nights sleep and some peace in the supernatural world.
"I'm afraid I know you better than you think. I know that you didn't call me just to ogle me so," a bashful laugh escapes me as I take a tentative step away from him, putting some distance between us so I can take a breath, "why don't you tell me what's troubling you and I'll handle it." A relieved grin spreads across my face at the realization that he's here now, that I don't need to worry anymore. Reaching out, I take his hand in mine before tugging him in the direction of the car.
"Oh, I'm sure you will."
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