#but when she went to wash her hands after it was done and she couldn't get the dirt out. and she could FEEL it digging into her fingertips
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toriel... what are your toriel takes today
i have a headcanon that toriel has a hand-washing compulsion where she does it wayy more thoroughly than needed, instinctively trying to scrub under her claws even when they're perfectly clean because she can still feel the phantom of dirt under them from the time she dug chara's grave.
#one. two. three. four hundred years. it doesn't matter when you buried your child alone#i think she was your obvious standard ''my son just died'' distraught at first just out of shock. but from the moment asgore declared war?#she swallowed her grief and acted as cold and rationally as she could. organizing her leave. taking the body without being noticed.#finding the ruins. sealing them. and yes burying the body. i think she held it together perfectly during that sequence of events#but when she went to wash her hands after it was done and she couldn't get the dirt out. and she could FEEL it digging into her fingertips#but unable to get the sensation out no matter how furiously she scrubbed & dug under them THAT'S when she truly lost it for the first time#and had a full on mental breakdown over everything that happened in so little time#and that experience kinda sealed itself in her brain. both mentally and sensorially. ergo: compulsion#this goat is so fucking traumatized#answered asks#undertale#toriel
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VICTORIA'S SECRET â carlos sainz (fluff)
pairing; victoria's secret angel!reader x carlos sainz summary: when carlos sainz gets the chance to meet his crush at the victoria's secret show, he shoots his shot. warnings: fluff, carlos being an adorable idiot a/n: i feel like whenever carlos has a crush, he's the typa guy to be really nervous and shy around her, so that kinda explains cute awkward carlos in this one.
to say that carlos sainz was jittering with nerves would be an understatement.
he was so nervous that he felt like he might throw up right then and there, and the mere thought of that embarrassment terrified him even more.
although he had met quite a few models in the past, he had never been this nervous around them.
but this time was different.
because this time, it wasn't just a model; it was you.
youâthe woman he had always admired from a distance.
the woman of his dreams.
he had had a massive crush on you for the longest time, but he had always been too shy to act on it.
and now, his agent had gotten him a ticket to the first victoria's secret fashion show after the 6-year hiatus, and this time, carlos was determined to shoot his shot.
but now, his agent had gotten him a ticket to the first victoria's secret fashion show after their 6-year hiatus, and this time, carlos was determined to shoot his shot.
he knew you were going to be a part of it. after all, you were considered one of the best supermodels of the current generation.
sp, he had his plan of action written down in his notepad.
step 1: look good.
he wore his best outfit, a simple black tuxedo that made his shoulders look broad and put his biceps on display. his hair looked just like the always did, only a bit curlier (he used lando's curl cream).
step 2: find the perfect opportunity.
he knew that after the show, there would be a party hosted by some models where he planned on 'accidentally' crashing into you.
step 3: talk to you.
this would be the hardest part. obviously, he couldn't just walk onto the stage and kiss you in front of everyone. so, charles helped him write a questionnaire.
he would approach you and ask you questions from the list, which was scribbled on the 12th page of his notepad. then, he would just hope for the best.
step 4: if all else fails, lando.
if things went horribly wrong, carlos could always go cry to him.
however, unbeknownst to the spaniard, he wouldn't have to go through step 4.
you had always fancied the f1 driver; ever since his redbull days, he was your celebrity crush, and seeing him sitting right there in the audience was enough to make you blush a deep crimson red.
the backstage area of the show was buzzing with excitement, with models walking up and down as they put on their outfits and got their makeup done.
you were standing sandwiched between irina shayk and behati prinsloo, fanning yourself as you gave yourself a mental prep talk for your walk.
a designer adjusted the black wings attached to your shoulders as cher's voice echoed through the venue.
behati stepped forward, her presence commanding as she took to the runway. you watched her, admiring her confidence and elegance, and you couldnât help but feel a little jittery yourself.
you took a deep breath, reminding yourself of the countless hours of practice that had led to this moment.
"three, two, one."
and then you stepped out onto the runway.
you looked straight ahead, walking your signature walk as you followed behind behati.
the lights flashed brightly, temporarily blinding you, but the roar of the crowd washed over you like a wave.
your feet were in sync with the beat of cher's song, the drums matching your steps as you stalked down the runway.
your eyes shifted to the left, and then, among the crowd, you spotted him.
gaze focused solely on you, hair styled perfectly, hands folded in his lap.
carlos sainz was far more beautiful in real life than in any of the paparazzi photos.
your eyes met, and carlos' breath caught in his throat.
smiling to yourself, you winked at him.
and that was enough to make carlos sainz almost faint.
he looked to his left and then to his right. surely, he was dreaming. there was no way the girl of his dreams had winked at him.
and yet, you were still looking at him, your eyes crinkling from a smile as you continued walking.
he cleared his throat and pinched his hand.
yeah, this was not a dream.
you looked away, blowing a kiss to the audience ahead of you.
carlos' phone dinged.
lando getting laid tonight or no?
the room was loud, filled with excited chatter as everyone got their drinks and praised each other about the show. the heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floor, colourful lights reflecting off the walls, casting everything in shades of neon. the scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and sweat mingled in the air.
carlos stood in the middle of the crowded room, heart pounding in his chest. his mind was racing, every thought crashing into the next. he had waited so long for this moment, and yet now that it was happening, he felt like his legs were made of lead.
each second stretched longer than the last as he scanned the room, hoping to spot you.
every time he spotted hair that looked like yours, he would squint his eyes and do a double take. then, he'd turn back around with a disappointed sigh.
his hand instinctively went to his phone. he wasnât sure if it was to call lando for a pep talk or simply to distract himself from the anxiety curling in his stomach. his phone dinged again.
lando status update?
carlos rolled his eyes, putting his phone back into his pocket. he didn't have time for this. he had one job, and he was determined to see it through.
"you alright?"
the man stopped in his tracks, eyes wide as he recognised the voice.
he turned around, letting out a small yelp as his eyes met yours.
carlos stood frozen, his mouth slightly open as you smiled at him. he shook his head, realising he hadn't answered your question. he had rehearsed this moment a hundred times in his head, but now that it was here, all the cool lines vanished.
"i-yeah," he stammered, clearing his throat and trying to regain some composure. "just tired, yeah. the show was...incredible."
his voice sounded small, even to himself. great start, carlos, really smooth.
you chuckled, amused by how flustered he was. "thanks, i'm glad you enjoyed it."
he nodded vigorously, feeling the heat rise to his face. "i-uh-yeah, you were incredible. i couldnât look away."
he immediately regretted how intense that sounded, but your eyes softened, and you smiled at him.
"thank you, that means a lot. i noticed you too. you were hard to miss in the crowd."
you mentally slapped yourself, realising how stupid you sounded.
carlos' heart raced. maybe this was his chance. he could skip straight to step 3.
"well, iâm not sure if you knew, but iâve been a fan for a long time," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. you wanted to sound cool, not like the nervous wreck you felt inside. "you're amazing on the track."
carlos blinked, surprised by the compliment. his ego grew just a little. "i could say the same about you on the runway. you wereâyou are amazing."
he swallowed hard, his mind racing. the party was loud around you both, but it felt like time had slowed, the noise fading into the background. he could smell the soft scent of your perfume, the warmth of your body so close to his that it felt hard to concentrate.
was he hyperventilating?
he looked around, feeling the panic rise in his chest.
"do you want to get a drink?" you asked, noticing how uncomfortable he seemed.
"yeah," carlos nodded, taking a deep breath. "yes, please."
"i've always wanted to meet you," carlos said.
"yeah?" you turned your head towards him, smiling. "why?"
he blushed, his mouth opening and closing, unable to think of anything to say. "i, uh-i don't know."
he looked at the ground, embarrassed by his lack of composure. he felt like a teenager again, stumbling through his words as he tried to impress his crush. his hand instinctively moved to straighten his jacket, as if trying to shield himself from how exposed he felt. his fingers twitched nervously by his sides. he could feel beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck. he took a deep breath, waiting for his heart to slow down, but his body betrayed him.
you smiled at him. "you're cute."
carlos let out a breathy chuckle, looking at you in disbelief.
"you're cute, too," he said.
"i'll take a cosmopolitan, please," you said to the bartender.
"vodka and coke, please," carlos said, looking at the man who nodded and moved away to prepare your drinks.
"so, how has your night been so far?" you asked, leaning against the bar as you looked at carlos.
he smiled at you. "better than expected. you?"
"the same," you said.
"so..." carlos started, taking a deep breath. as soon as the drinks arrived in front of him, he took three large gulps of it. he felt the alcohol kick in, giving him the courage he needed to talk to you, properly.
something unsaid was hanging in the air between you two, something fragile and breakable. his fingers brushed against the edge of his pocket, where the notepad containing his carefully crafted questions sat. he couldn't bring it out without looking like a fool.
suddenly, he was worried about saying something wrong, about ruining the moment.
"do you want to dance?" you asked, biting your lip.
he paused, looking at you. "yes, yes, absolutely."
you led him onto the dance floor, where the music was louder and the people were drunker.
the drinks were abandoned too soon, he thought.
he offered his hand to you, and when you grabbed it, his touch sent a shiver down your spine, skin warm and rough against yours.
and then, he started swaying to the beats of the music.
"i didn't know you liked dancing," you said, laughing.
"i don't, but i like you."
that was cheesy, he thought.
but you grinned, looking away. carlos smiled at the sight of your pink cheeks.
"i like you, too," you replied.
"oh, really?" he teased, spinning you around.
you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands settled on your hips, and you couldn't help but notice the way his thumb rubbed small circles against your waist.
you leaned in slightly, your hair brushing against his arm, and carlos swore he felt actually electricity shoot through him. your proximity set every nerve in his body alight.
the two of you were so close now, it felt like nothing else existed, like you were the only two people in the room.
his breath hitched. he wasnât sure how this was happening, but it felt like a dream. the woman heâd admired for so long, the same woman he couldnât stop thinking about, was standing so close he could feel the warmth of her body, hear the soft nervousness in her voice.
carlos had no clue what was going to happen, but he was sure of one thing: whatever did happen, it was going to be incredible.
and lando needed updates.
taking a slight breath in, you mustered courage and gave yourself another prep talk.
and then the distance between you both vanished.
your lips crashed against his, the softness of his mouth catching you by surprise.
carlos felt like his brain short-circuited. his grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you closer, kissing you back. he had spent so many times imagining kissing you, but never had he expected you to be the one to make the first move.
his hand came up to cup your face, tilting your head slightly, as he deepened the kiss.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering as the two of you moved in sync.
the kiss was everything he had imaginedâand more. It was perfect. almost too perfect.
when the two of you pulled apart, the only sounds you could hear were the music and the pounding of your hearts. you stared at him, the world spinning slightly from adrenaline and disbelief.
"i wasn't expecting that," he finally said, his voice soft, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.
"me neither," you replied, voice cracking slightly.
you wanted to say something, anything, to keep the moment alive. you opened your mouth, but nothing came out.
"do you want to get out of here?" carlos asked, looking at you through his lashes.
you looked around, the room spinning from the alcohol and noise overwhelming your ears. "i'd like that."
he smiled and held out his hand, and you took it, following him through the crowd.
carlos sainz swore he was going to die a happy man right then and there.
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Based on Oliver mentioning Buck and Jee baking together in an upcoming ep.
(I wrote this on my phone so it's not the greatest)
now also on AO3
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"Is it someone's birthday?" Maddie asked, running through all of their friends and relatives in her mind, trying to figure out if she forgot a birthday.
"No." Buck shook his head and kept pulling ingredients out of the fridge and his kitchen cabinets.
"Ok... What's the occasion then?" she asked when he didn't elaborate.
"It's for Tommy. "
"Oh, is it his birthday?"
"No, not for a few weeks."
"Right. So this is a practice run?"
"What? No. I found the recipe online, but it's easy enough."
"Ok..."
"He likes cake."
"Ok."
Buck sighed and rolled his eyes at his sister before glancing up in the direction of the loft's bedroom.
"He's had a rough couple of days. He had to make an emergency landing because of bad weather yesterday and the ambulance couldn't get to them fast enough and they lost the patient."
"That was him? Josh took that call and he was exhausted from stress by the end of shift."
Buck nodded.
"Tommy too. And he was hurting all over last night. He never takes any pain medication but he took two ibuprofen and a hot shower and crashed into bed."
"Are you sure you're alright to take Jee for the afternoon then? I can ask Mrs Lee or see if she can go play with her friend Emily from down the road. "
"It's fine." Buck told her and turned to Jee. "You're my sous chef aren't you? Are you going to help me today?"
"Yeah!" the girl yelled happily.
"But we have to be quiet ok? Tommy is sleeping upstairs and we don't want to wake him. He needs to sleep because he's sick."
Jee nodded solemnly to show she understood.
"But we're going to surprise him with cake so he'll feel better soon, right?"
"Yeah!" she yelled again, making her mother and uncle laugh.
"At least she's enthusiastic." Maddie tried and bent down to hug and kiss her daughter goodbye. "You be good for uncle Buck, me or daddy will pick you up tonight ok?"
"Ok mommy!" Jee said and climbed up onto the stool next to the kitchen counter.
"Go. We'll be fine." Buck assured her, wrapping an arm around Jee to keep her safe.
After Maddie had left, Buck gave Jee an old shirt of his to wear as apron, made her wash her hands, and the two of them got to work.
He tried to let her do as much as possible while still making sure everything was going to plan and she wouldn't hurt herself.
Before long the cake was in the oven and they started the clean up.
"And when it's done baking, we let it cool off a little and then we can put the icing on and decorate it with these." he showed Jee the assortment of sprinkles he kept in his kitchen for her.
Jee nodded happily and started planning out her sprinkles masterpiece.
Buck looked up towards the bedroom area and listened for a sign of life from his boyfriend.
When he didn't hear anything, he decided to put Jee in front of the TV and go check on him. Tommy was fast asleep, rolled up in the duvet like a human burrito, and didn't seem to have woken up since Buck had made him eat something that morning.
Satisfied everything was ok, he went back downstairs and let Jee tell him all about the cartoon she was watching, until the cake was ready for decoration.
"Which ones do you want to put on first? Pink or gold?"
"Gold!"
"Alright, gold it is. Put it on where you think is best." Buck told her. "But not too much, we need to leave room for the other colours. And we can put your name on it. And mine."
"And uncle Tommy." she decided and Buck froze for a second.
Sure Tommy and Jee had met and he'd explained to her that Tommy was to him what mommy and daddy were to each other, and he was pretty sure she'd understood, but to hear her call him uncle Tommy, that was new.
Jee didn't seem to notice just how much she'd just turned his world upside down and was babbling about what colour sprinkles should go where.
"Pink here for the heart." she decided and Buck wondered when they'd agreed on heart shaped decorations.
"Right, yeah, that... that works." he let Jee draw a heart in pink sprinkles and dutifully wrote his and Tommy's names in it. "And where should I write your name?"
Jee thought for a minute and studied the cake but then shook her head.
"No name."
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Jee said like it was the most obvious thing in the world and put some sugar stars across the top half of the cake, above the heart with their names. "That's the sky. With stars."
"Oh wow, that's beautiful miss Jee, did you make that?"
Buck jumped a little when he suddenly heard his boyfriend's voice behind him and felt a hand on his waist.
"Uncle Buck helped" Jee told Tommy.
"Did he now? I'm sure you did all of the important work." Tommy said and gave her a conspiratory wink before turning to Buck and stealing a small kiss. "Hey." he greeted him softly.
"H-hey... Did we wake you?"
Tommy shook his head.
"It's fine. Had to get up eventually."
"Feeling better yet?"
Tommy shrugged and sat down at the kitchen island.
"I'm alright." he just said, which wasn't really an answer but Buck decided to let it go for now.
"Uncle Tommy, it's for you. You need to come look!" Jee insisted, pointing at the cake.
Tommy met Buck's eyes over her head and mouthed "Uncle Tommy?" at him.
Buck shrugged and smiled.
"Uncle Tommy, come see!" Jee said again, a little louder this time, clearly getting fed up with the adults in her life.
"Why don't you two come here and show me, and you can tell me what you made."
Buck helped her down from her stool and put the cake on the island in front of Tommy before helping Jee back on her stool, this time sitting next to Tommy who immediately put a hand on her back so she wouldn't fall off.
"This is the sky with the stars." she started like she was explaining the mysteries of the universe. "And you can fly to the stars."
Tommy laughed a little.
"I don't think I can go quite that high in my helicopter. But maybe I can show you how high I do go. When you're a little older. And your mommy and daddy are ok with it. Maybe uncle Evan will want to come too."
Jee-Yun turned to Buck and gave him an expectant look.
"Yeah, maybe." he settled on, trying to get his heart to calm down and not burst out of his chest hearing his boyfriend make plans with his niece. Even if she was only three and would probably have forgotten about it by the time she was old enough to even think about going up.
She seemed happy with that answer and turned back to Tommy to explain the rest of their creation.
"It's really amazing Jee, it's almost too pretty to eat don't you think?"
"No. You have to eat it. It's chocolate." she said as if that explained everything.
"Oh really? I do love chocolate." Tommy told her. "But can I take a picture of it before we eat it?" he reached into the pocket of his sweats only to realise he'd left his phone upstairs. "Evan, can you take a picture and send it to me?"
"Sure." he grabbed his phone and opened the camera. "You should be in the picture too, we made it for you after all."
Tommy dutifully posed with the cake, tilting the pan towards the camera so the decorations were clearly visible.
"And now one with the master chef herself." he put the cake back down on the table and moved a little closer to Jee so they'd both fit in the picture with the cake and Buck took a few pictures.
After that Jee insisted on having a photo shoot, and by the time Maddie came to pick her back up, his camera roll was filled with pictures of the three of them.
He showed a few to Maddie at Jee's insistence and set one of Tommy making a funny face at Jee as his new contact picture.
They said goodbye to Maddie and Jee-yun and settled on the sofa together, scrolling through the pictures and laughing at some of silly ones.
"I like this one." Buck said, stopping at a selfie of the two of them where Tommy had kissed his cheek at the last second.
"Yeah. Me too." Tommy said softly, not really looking at the picture. "Thanks. For today. For getting me out of my head."
Buck smiled and kissed him.
"Of course."
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can u write a fic where paige and reader is on the phone and paige starts touching herself to readers voice? and then reader eventually notices and asks to facetime and yk⊠this is just a suggestion u donât have to do it đ
YES YES YES YES MA'AMMM
away games were the hardest on you and paige, you both thrived on being physically near each other and the separation always felt like an eternity. the long nights apart were filled with longing texts and video calls that could never quite bridge the gap. you missed the feel of her arms around you, the warmth of her body pressed against yours, and the way she made you feel safe and loved.
while you were incredibly proud of her, the distance was a constant reminder of how much you relied on her presence. you would watch her games on the screen, cheering her on from afar, but it never felt the same as being there in person.
tonight was one of those nights.
paige's team was playing an important match out of town, and you found yourself alone in your shared apartment. the space felt emptier without her, the silence almost oppressive. you tried to focus on other things, but your thoughts kept drifting back to her.
the game had just ended, and UConn had won. your phone buzzed with a call from her, and you eagerly answered, a smile spreading across your face at the sound of her voice.
"hey, baby," paige greeted, her voice warm and full of excitement. "we won!"
"i saw! you were amazing out there," you replied, feeling a rush of pride. "miss you so much, though."
"i miss you too," she said, her voice softening. "i hate being away from you."
there was a moment of silence, the connection between you palpable even through the phone. you could almost feel her presence, the memory of her touch lingering on your skin.
"tell me about your day, what'd you do without me?" paige asked, a breathless laugh coming from her lips.
you laid on the bed as you recounted your day. "nothing too crazy, just went to my classes then did some grocery shopping for us," you paused, trying to think of whatever else you'd done. "oh! well, i also did some online shopping, i splurged a new bikini."
"oh?" paige's breath hitched at the thought of that. "yeah, you deserve that, especially after midterms. can't wait to you see wearin' it, looking all pretty..."
paige trailed off and you could tell she was feeling the distance, maybe even more than you. you smiled at the thought and you couldn't help but tease her a little more.
"maybe i'll give you a little fashion show when you get back," you teased, your voice playful and sultry. "just for you."
paige let out a low groan, her breath hitching again. "you know what that does to me, baby. you're killing me here."
you giggled, enjoying the effect you had on her. "good, want you to think about it all night."
"god, i will," she murmured, her voice husky. "always know how to drive me crazy."
you bit your lip, feeling a surge of warmth at her words. "i miss you so much, paige. i wish you were here with me right now."
"miss you too," she replied, her voice softening. "more than anything. but hearing your voice makes me feel like i'm right there with you."
you could hear the sincerity in her voice, and it made your stomach ache with need. "tell me what you'd do if... if you were here," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.
paige let out a slow, deep breath. "if i were there, i'd kiss you. slow and deep, just the way you like it. let my hands roam over your body, feeling every inch of you."
you closed your eyes, letting her words wash over you, imagining her touch.
"i'd kiss your neck, your shoulders," paige continued, her voice growing more intense. "i'd make my way down to your chest, kissing and sucking on your nipples until you're moaning my name."
a soft moan escaped your lips, your body reacting to her words. "paige," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.
"i'd move lower, kissing your stomach, your hips," paige said, her voice thick with desire. "i'd spread your legs and taste you, licking you slowly, teasing you until you're begging for more."
you could feel the heat building between your legs, your hand slipping under your clothes to touch yourself. "fuck, p, that sounds amazing," you gasped, your fingers mimicking the sensations she was describing.
"i'd suck on your clit, making you moan my name," paige continued, her own breath growing ragged as you heard her shift on the other line. "slide my fingers inside you, feeling how wet and tight you are for me."
"yeah, just for you," you moaned, your body trembling with pleasure. "need you, p. need you so much."
"i'm right here, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion as you heard her breaths coming in staggered. "i can feel you, hear you. fuck, don't cum, wanna cum together,"
"oh yes," you panted, your fingers moving faster.
"i'd fuck you with my fingers, curling them just right," paige groaned, her voice low. "keep sucking your clit, making you scream my name as you cum for me."
a few moments pass and you feel the pressure in your lower stomach tighten, and you bit your lip to try and hold off cumming until paige tells you to. you could hear her own breathless moans on the other line as you tried to focus.
"gonna cum, baby, oh fu-fuck," paige groaned out. "cum for me, fuck, cum for me," she rambled as she felt her own orgasm crash over her.
"o-oh, fuck, paige!" you cried out, your body shuddering as you reached the edge. "'m cumming, 'm cumming!"
you let out a loud moan as the orgasm washed over you, your body trembling with the intensity of it. paige's voice was there, guiding you through it, her words a soothing balm to your pleasure-wracked mind.
as the pleasure ebbed, you lay there, breathless and spent. paige's breathless voice came through the phone, soft. "i love you so much," she whispered.
"i love you too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion. "can't wait to have you back in my arms."
"soon, baby," paige promised. "soon."
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THE STRAWBERRY (D.D)
summary: you prepared the newly harvested strawberries for daryl to eat, but he has other plans.
warnings: MDNI 18+ fingering, making out, teasing, clit sucking, using reader's! cum as sauce, lowercase intended.
note: omg! this is my first ever fan-fiction! please support me! i know it's still not as good as others but it's a start, right?! love ya! (ïœïŒŸ)
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you walked into the room where daryl was usually carving his arrows in.
"hi, maggie and the others should be arriving soon. are you done?"
you walked over to where he is and placed your hands on his shoulders.
"nearin' there." he grunted, as usual. you chuckled and massaged his shoulders.
"you can continue that later, let's greet them outside." you said and pulled away from him. you walked over to the door and held out your hand for him.
he didn't say anything and stood up, carefully placing his stuff away.
"yer' lucky i love ya'" he responded as he took your hand, intertwining it with his.
"i hate your hands, they're so big!" you complained and dragged him outside his basement room.
"ye'll love 'em after ye' see what they can do." he smirked at you.
"shut up, dixon." it was your turn to grunt at him. he continued smirking at you as you both stepped out of the house.
"turned out we were righ' in time." he said nudging you, he pulled you softly towards the car that just arrived.
"rosita! i'm glad you guys are safe!" you hugged rosita then maggie, moving to tara and abraham.
"you can't simply kill the rosita espinosa." she said in a serious face as she smiled at you then walked away with abraham.
"me and daryl will help you all get them to the inventory." you said and turned to daryl who had an unreadable face.
"i didn't say anything." he groaned but you looked at him with puppy eyes and he rolled his eyes at you.
"please?" you asked and gestured to the boxes and crates of supplies that you know maggie, tara and a man from alexandria couldn't carry all by themselves.
"fine."
you smiled and carried one of the boxes and walked to the inventory with daryl.
"you're such a show-off." you huffed at him as you shifted the weight off the box in your arms.
"'m just strong. so is my stamina." he wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively through the three boxes he carry.
"keep on dreaming, dixon." you smirked at him and walked faster.
you placed the box of supplies on the floor of the inventory as olivia told you that she'll take care of them.
"are you sure you can arrange them yourself, olivia?" you asked, unsure.
she nodded as she opened a box just as daryl placed his boxes on the floor.
"is that strawberries?!" you asked and walked closer to where she is.
she held up a piece and inspected it, "yes, and i'm guessing it's fresh. the group must have harvested them by themselves."
"can i take home a few?" you asked her with a smile, she smiled sweetly at you and nodded.
she gave you plastic and you placed a few inside. "you know i can't reject those smiles and eyes." she teased.
you giggled and hugged her, "thank you."
you walked over to where daryl impatiently stood. he grunted in relief when he saw you walking over him.
"took ya' long enough."
you showed him the strawberries with a smile. "i'm preparing you strawberries tonight."
"great." he groaned, making you frown.
"if you don't want it, i'll just make spencer chocolate covered straâ" you spoke, upset at him but he cut you off.
"nah, you can prepare me those strawberries." he said, angry at what you said.
it was clear as day for you that daryl hated spencer, as the said man would always find a way to get near you.
you both arrived at the house. he quickly went down his basement room after giving you a kiss.
you went to the kitchen to prepare daryl's strawberries, you put it in a bowl and washed it, draining the water.
you cut off the leaves and went to a cabinet, opening it to get the chocolate syrup.
you carried the bowl of strawberries and syrup on your way down his room.
"your strawberries... and here's chocolate if you want to put them there." you placed the bowl and syrup on his bed.
he quickly stopped what he was doing and sat on the bed, with you sitting beside him.
"i want another sauce." he spoke and stared at your eyes. you furrowed your eyebrows.
"i don't know if there's any other sauce that goes with strawberries... and it'll be really weird if you dip it in mustard or ketchup." you said in disgust.
"nah, not that." daryl said, shaking his head.
you stared at him in confusion, he leaned in quickly. daryl pulled you in a kiss.
he started gentle and soft but it turned passionate. he placed his hands on your cheeks as you kissed him back.
he pushes your body to lay you on the bed, slowly and softly.
he pulled away as you both caught your breaths, he went on top of you leaning all his weight on his elbows that were on either side of your head, careful not to crush you.
daryl pulled in again to kiss you, his kisses were rough and passionate once again.
"dâdaryl..." you moaned when he bit your lip, quickly slipping his tongue inside you when you moaned.
he sipped on your tongue and straddled you, careful not to sit on you.
he roamed his hands on your sides, your waist, hips and legs. he squeezed your waist making you moan once again.
you pulled away and tried to catch your breath as his hands found your shorts button.
once he unbuttoned it he tugged on it, putting the denim shorts out of you. he tossed it somewhere.
he looked up at you and kissed your mid-thigh, going up to the strap of your panties, and to you lower stomach.
"p-please." you moaned as he sucked on your lower stomach.
"please, what?" he asked.
"y-you know what..." you moaned in pleasure as he continued teasing you.
"yer' gettin' wet already, huh?" he pointed out the soaked part in your cotton panty. you nodded desperately.
he placed a kiss on the wet part making you shiver, "oh... god!"
daryl continued kissing there and getting the fabric more wet.
he pulled down your underwear and placed a kiss on your bare pussy.
"fâfuck..." you can't help but cuss out. he looked at you in the eyes with something like disappointment.
"what a dirty mouth ya' got there, huh?" he shook his head and went to your pussy again.
he sucked your clit as you moaned, shouting his name. he didn't stop even if you were a moaning mess.
"iâi think i'm going to... iâi feel fluttery." you moaned and tried to hold it in as his mouth worked on your pussy.
"let it out, come on. let me taste ya'." he went faster than his pace making you arch your back and leaned your hips onto him.
you took the pillow and squeezed it as you moaned again after another.
you let it out as you came down from your high, you whimpered when he quickly drank in all your juices, making contact with your sensitive clit every now and then.
"fuck, yer' so sweet. yer' pussy is amazing." he whispered in your ears.
he entered two of his fingers in your cunt without much say, making you arch your back again.
"daryl!" you grunted in pain as you adjusted to the length and size of his fingers.
"you can take it, baby." he whispered in your ears and slowly started moving his fingers.
it made your breath hitched as you moaned in pain and pleasure.
"daryl... faster!" you moaned and can't seem to know where to lean your head, to the right or left.
he started pumping his fingers in and out as you moaned loudly than you had ever.
"please... please, lâlet me release again..." you moaned and moved your hips to meet his fingers.
"'m adding another, sweetheart." he said and you nod in desperation to feel more pleasure.
he slowly added another finger and you hissed in pain, you've felt more stretched than ever and after a few thrust of his fingers it quickly was replaced by pleasure.
you moaned and clenched your walls around his fingers. "iâi'm nearing again..." you said between breaths and moans.
he smirked and sped up his fingers as you came once again, he lifted your hips and placed the bowl of strawberries beneath you.
your cum dripped down to the ball, you closed your eyes in exhaustion as daryl removed the bowl beneath you.
he placed it on the corner of the bed again and went around the room, opening a drawer and pulling out a towel.
he went near you and kneeled in front of you, he gently cleaned your cunt making you whimper as the towel made contact with your sensitive cunt.
"i've got ma' sauce, sweetheart." he smiled and wiped your sweat with the other side of the towel.
"hâhuh?" you asked confused. he shook his head and slipped your underwear on you, and went to where your shorts were.
he slipped it on you after walking back to you. you sat up as he sat beside you.
he pulled the bowl to his lap and showed it to you. "here."
"iâis that my?" you asked and looked at him with flustered cheeks.
he nodded and you turned redder. "told ya' i want this sauce. went for it."
he bit into it like it's nothing, and possibly acted like it was much more delicious that way.
you looked away from him in embarrassment. you watched as he grabbed a strawberry and dipped it onto the creamy white sauce you created.
you blushed and watched him eat the strawberries with your cum.
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Sleepy Teacher
Miss Circle x GN!Reader
You held your papers to your chest, your heels clicking against the hard, tile floor of the hallway. The gentle sounds of your footsteps filled the silence that swept around you. Various flyers decorated the plain walls that were grey and gloomy. You'd occasionally come across a few drawings here and there from students. But aside from that, the design was simple.
You marked your way to the teacher's lounge, your stomach rumbling for some needed food.
You forgot to pack lunch.
You couldn't help it.
You taught your class as usual. Gave a two to three week unit, hand them a study guide, and test them the next day. It was a lot of papers to grade for a single teacher. You feared falling behind, so you spent hours at night trying to grade what you could. And so far, you've only managed to grade half of what was needed to be done. Not to mention that you also hadn't updated your lesson plans yet.
You took a seat at a table, the room empty. You placed the packets of papers on the desk and rubbed your temple. Your head throbbed with excruciating pain. You felt like crying. But you were a teacher. You signed up for this amount of stress, so you resorted to sucking it up with a sigh. After a minute of collecting your thoughts, you grabbed out your pen and began to grade the papers.
Time felt slow, and you grew more tired by the second. Sleep deprivation overwhelmed you and your thinking process. You spent 20 of the 35 minutes of lunch trying to grade a single packet. Your thought process was slowed down that you hadn't registered someone walking in the room.
"Mx. Y/N?" A soft, Japanese accent filled your ears, and you flinched, nearly dropping your pen. You turned your head around to see Miss Circle standing in the doorway.
"Goodness, you nearly scared me to death," you frowned.
"I called your name twice," her eyes narrowed at you.
"You did?"
"I did."
"But I didn't hear you. And since when did you come in?"
Miss Circle didn't say a word. Her eyes stared into your soul, and you knew right away that she caught on to your habits. This wasn't the first time she's found out about your lack of sleep. And unfortunately, she was not real happy about it. Her footsteps clicked against the floor as she made her way to you.
"How much sleep did you get this time?" She asked with a stern tone. You stared at her with visible confusion. You were zoned out until she had to tap your shoulder to get your attention. You simply tilted your head and stared. Miss Circle scoffed lightly.
"How do you expect to be a good role model when you can't even take proper care of yourself?"
"I do take care of yourself," you retorted.
"Then why are you staying up late?"
You stood silent, unsure of what to say or how to respond. You simply shook your head and went back to trying to grade papers. Miss Circle frowned in disapproval. She sat down next to you and lifted your chin up, turning your head to look at her.
"This isn't good for you, you know that by now. If you keep this up, I'll turn you in to the principleâ"
"No, please don't!" You protested.
"But I will with the way you're neglecting your sleep. Papers shouldn't be over your top priority."
You stood silent, the feeling of dread washed over you. You hated how caring she was about you. You could handle a few hours of sleep, you thought. You crossed your arms and turned your head away from Miss Circle. Her fingers lightly tap against the table.
"And I'm assuming you didn't pack your lunch either?" She asked. Your eyes widened, and you stood silent. You felt her eyes glare down at you as your silence was obvious enough. Miss Circle mumbled a few words underneath her breath as she went through her lunch bag and pulled out a container with a sliced sandwich. She handed you the bag in front of you and reached over to take away the papers stacked in front of you. You glanced at her and groaned to yourself.
"You really don't need to," you mumbled.
"Oh, but I insist," she whispered back in a hushed but angry tone. "I'm not giving you a choice. Eat."
You shook your head. "No. Come on, seriously. I really need to grade those papers."
"Absolutely not. These papers can wait. Eat the sandwich, and I'll give them back to you."
You snarled in frustration. You were too tired, so you just slammed your head against the table with your arms folded. Miss Circle stared at you for one moment, her eyes narrowed down at you. After a moment of glaring, her gaze softens. She places the papers down beside her and presses her hand on top of yours.
"Listen, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just worried about you, okay? This isn't healthy for you. You can get yourself sick, you know."
"I know," you sighed. "But it's almost summer break. I can't slack off. The students are stressed enough as it is."
"And so are you. They're not the only ones dealing with stress," she reassured.
"..I'm so tired," you whispered, your vision getting blurry.
"I know you are,"
Miss Circle was about to continue her sentence. But you lifted your head up from the desk, leaned in, and leaned your head against her shoulder. You were tired to notice, but Miss Circle froze with shock and felt her face flush. She stood still and allowed you to lean against her, unsure of what to do. Finally, she wraps her arm around you and holds you close to her.
"Uhm, Y/N?" She gently called out. Nothing. She tilted her head, only to see that your eyes were closed. You fell asleep on her. Miss Circle was flustered, but she held you close. Using her foot, she pulled your chair closer and made you lean on her. You looked so peaceful. Your breathing was steady. You felt at peace. Miss Circle couldn't help but feel her heart swell with adoration.
This was okay. Next hour was her planning period anyway. She didn't mind this, not one bit. Miss Circle kept you close, her fingers gently trailing against your skin that left goosebumps in their wake.
"I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt," she whispered, her lips curling into a smile the longer her gaze stayed at yours. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
How sweet. âĄ
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I wrote this at 11 pm. It's not the greatest, but I hope this is well for you. âĄ
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tainted memories - jude bellingham.
wow wow okay hi!! sorry for the break i took. i began uni again after my holiday so i havenât been as active on here. but i received this request for jude, and decided to try it out. please leave some feedback as us writers appreciate it a lot đ€đ§ââïž
summary: breaking up wasnât apart of the plan. so was also inviting him to your friends party, but now that heâs back after seven months, a little rekindle never hurts anyone, right?
angst? smut and fluff. minors dni! đ
wc: 3.6k
âneed any help?â you turned slowly to be faced with those soft brown eyes. his plump lips drew in as he peeked his head through the door. you shook your head and got back to washing the dishes. âyou going to continue ignoring me?â he said causing you to begin breathing quicker than before, after feeling his presence come behind you.Â
you were in charge of one of your girlfriends all -white all-white-themed surprise party, in honor of her birthday. this meant youâd see jude after breaking up over 7 months ago, since your friends were friends with his. while seeing familiar faces made you happy, you couldn't help but feel sad all over again. jude and you ended on good terms, so he thought, after he stressed he wanted to focus on his last months at dortmund and start with his new team in madrid.Â
you didnât want to split, rather try and make your relationship work and get through the obstacles you were bound to face together. you physically and mentally weren't prepared to let him go, he was your person, the person who never failed to make you feel like the luckiest girl. you were his, but instead, you let him go, and respected what he asked.
you began a new cycle all over again, from having that hard shell that protected you to being his girlfriend, then back to being that old person you were building your walls up again. people came and went in your life, its what you were used to, and you thought with jude it was different⊠he made you feel different, in many positive aspects, always supportive, loving, caring, and soft with you.Â
maybe you pushed him away? maybe you gave him a reason to leave? maybe you werenât enough for him?Â
jude being jude still tried to keep contact, he would text, sometimes call, but you knew deep inside you wouldnt be able to move on if he was still present. it hurt because he wasnât yours anymore, you still loved him, after months being apart, he still brought that spark inside you to burst. it was his effect burned inside you.Â
the familiar perfume and scent blinded your senses, when you felt two arms trap you from behind, two hands on the edge of the counter. âyou havenât said a single word to me y/nâŠâ you shuddered as he whispered in your ear, his nose tracing your jaw down to the nape of your neck. âsay something, pleaseâŠâ the pleading in his voice broke your heart. you dried your hands and turned around.Â
his face centimeters apart from yours, where you could see his brows fluttering in and eyes darker than usual. âexcuse me,â you tried to move out of the way but he refused, âno. did i say or do something? you donât answer my calls? my messages? tell me why.â you opened your mouth to speak but instead you shook your head again, attempting to move out the way, you still had the responsibility of the party, that was your priority right now.Â
ây/n-â
âno. you donât get to do that. you said you wanted your space, and iâm respecting that. i donât have to give you reasons as to why iâm not speaking with you, jude. what we had was said and done, you wanted to focus on yourself and that's great- â
ây/n? are you done with the dishes were waiting on you to surprise emmy,â one of your friends said, becoming slightly awkward at the room with your ex. she sensed the high tension so she quickly went back outside. judeâs hand wrapped around your wrist, your attention back on him, âwe're talking later. we ended on good terms and i plan for them to remain that way,â jude insisted, to which you only nodded your head.Â
he was confused. for once in his life he was confused that you were such a stranger around him. the girl that stayed up with him while he reminisced and spoke of his early days at birmingham, the one and only girl his mum loved and adored, his girl who made his favorite dish after a bad game, the girl who smiled only around him, the only girl who never failed to bring and feel butterflies in him, the one girl who defended him always, and that girl who made him into a bigger and better person. that girl, his girl, wasnât there anymore.Â
maybe he lost you for good? maybe you didnât love him anymore? maybe you were seeing someone? no, you were his, only his.Â
the night was successful, the surprise went to plan, and everyone was having a good time. although you were still stuck from earlier, trying to do anything to distract your thoughts from him, whether it was picking up cups, heating up food, talking with your girls especially, and drink the special cocktail you loved dearly. your eyes trailed over to him again, where you locked eye contact for the hundredth time that night. he looked good, way too good, twenty was treating him right.Â
âyou and jude keep ogling? something going on?â you friend asked, catching onto the lingering glances. she took a sip of her red cup, ânothing really. he wants to talk but i don't know if iâm ready for that. i knew he would be coming, but i wasnât prepared to see him like that. what if he tells me he found someone else? or that-â you panic rubbing your forehead with your palm.Â
âfirst breathe, iâm here with you. as much as it may hurt or feel slightly uncomfortable, it's the closure you may need to move on. but what if he wants to talk with you to rekindle again? do you think you would be open to that? and if he says heâs someone else, show him what he will miss on. you're beautiful y/n, and he was lucky to have you once in his life, just donât let him bring you down againâŠâÂ
she was right. if he did move on, that wasnât your place to meddle, youâd have to let him go and be happy for him. but if he did want to consider getting back together, why now? why now when heâs living his best life in madrid? why now after saying he wanted to focus on himself? why now when youâre trying to avoid those soft brown eyes who once brought happiness to you, still doâŠ
âjust think about it yeah? right now lets dance, distract yourself from him and the world,â she yelled as soon as krazy by pitbul begin to play. you laughed and danced with your girls, letting loose and for once not caring for what anyone said or did. you threw back two shots, knowing they werenât going to do anything as you weren't a lightweight.Â
as the night came to an end, mostly everyone had left, besides him. you said your goodbyes to your friends, offering them leftovers of food and cake, making sure to wish them a be careful, and promising to hang out soon. you sighed tiredly closing the front door, looking over at the big couch that drew you in to sit down on. jude appears, but all you do is stare at your hands, tracing the small tattoos you have to get rid of the anxiety beginning to build up.
âi want to apologize, you were right. i did say i wanted to focus on myself but i was stupid thinking it wouldâve still meant us talking like we always did. part of me never wanted to let go of you, and still doesnât. i thought that i was doing the right thing but in the end i learned the hard way that not only was i hurting myself but you alongâŠâ jude says, watching as your head slowly lifts up, your cheeks burning red.
âwhile it was hard on me, my mind always traced back to you. how your eyes filled with confusion and tears when i broke up with you. i get why you didnât want anything to do with me, but believe me it was harder to not hear or see you on the daily. please donât blame yourself for one bit, or think you arenât enough because youâre more than perfect than what i couldâve asked forâŠâ
âi needed to get away from you, but it's hard doing that when your ex-boyfriend is the talk of the town,â you joke hearing him let out a small chuckle. âi wanted to so badly respond to hear your voice, how you were doing, talk about our silly work problems but i knew if that i continued to hold onto the hope one day youâd come back, it would hurt more than loving you every day,â you said.
âi was confused yeah, but i needed to think on the brighter side that you were doing this for yourself and not for any other reason. I just wanted the best for you and i thought that distancing myself was the best idea⊠i still love you so much jude, and this, us, hurts. iâm not yours, and i canât call you mine anymore, i canât hold or kiss you, love you like i didâŠâ you continued.Â
âwhen i heard you werenât doing okay after three months i almost caved in, but i thought you wouldâve hated me or worse just not care. and to not have you like i once did was taking a toll on me. my mom was concerned as to why we broke up, but i couldnât tell her the truth. i hurt you and im so sorry babyâŠâ jude cried out, grabbing your hands and kissing over your knuckles.Â
âI want and need you back⊠i still love you more than ever, and if you let me i can prove to you im now a better and mature manâŠâ he pauses and breathes in, âleaving you was the scariest thing iâve encountered, not having you by my side taught me i can't live or sleep without you thereâŠâ
âand if you say all of this to just leave me again? or you regret your decision to get back with me?â you canât help but ask, letting a few tears out. what if it got too much for him? you wouldnât be able to live with another heartache caused by him again. you need to hear him say heâs in it for the long run, not one where he can just up and go whenever he pleases.Â
âi can assure you right here, right now, that youâre it for me. youâre my future wife, the mother to my kids, the only person i want to grow old with. the only girl whoâll support me at the end of the day no matter what. the only woman who i will forever love and cherishâŠâ you giggle and choke on a sob, feeling judeâs thumb wipe away the tears.Â
âdonât leave me⊠that all i ask. but i need you too jude. all i ask is for you to communicate with me, for us to give each other the assurance we need to move forward, that at the end of the day youâre the only one i come back to, to watch spy kids over and over again,â you say making him chuckle, watching as he let out some tears. You wiped them away, brushing your thumb over his soft cheek, his eyes closing at the feeling. âSo were really doing this?â you ask. âyes we are really doing thisâŠâ jude says leaning and scooting closer to you.Â
you leaned in, his eyes slowly fluttering closed, was this real? the touch of his lips connecting with yours confirmed it. the way his larger hand cupped your cheek and pulled closer, completely taking your breath away. you whimpered softly as his tongue entered your mouth, him groaning at the smallest sound you made. you brought your hands and cupped his upper shoulders before bringing your smaller palm on his cheek.Â
jude pulled you onto his lap where you felt the big prominent bulge, leaning forward and grabbing your torso to hold you in place. his lips quickly connected back with yours, tilting his head to the side a bit as he pulled you closer, chest to chest. âjudeâŠâ you let out quietly, the tension all becoming too much, too hotâŠÂ
âyes? fuck- d-do you wanna stop?â he whispered faintly on your lips, to which you shook your head no. you leaned back slightly, your hands going back to unzip the white dress you were wearing, judeâs eyes roaming from your swollen lips down to your chest where your white lace bra covered what he wanted to see. âare you sure? i donât want you to regret this y/nâŠâÂ
âiâm more than sure that i want this⊠i need you, jude. just like you just saidâŠâ he groaned and pulled you back towards him, where he kissed your lips like a hungry starved man. peppering kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, and that exact spot he manages to find that makes you go crazy. he bites down gently then sucks the skin where he marked you, kissing softly over it. âi need you too. need you so bad my cockâs aching to feel you againâŠâ
he lays you down onto the plushy soft couch, grabbing a pillow and laying underneath your head. jude quickly removes the dress but leaves you with your white undergarments, his hands dragging your sides, observing your body like it would be his last time seeing it. you begin to cover yourself but he stops you, grabbing your hands with one of his and trapping them above you head.Â
he kisses you softly on your lips, then your forehead in reassurance, âdonât cover up baby. youâre so beautiful and all mine, yeah?â you nodded leaning up to kiss him again. he lets go of your hands, watching as you sit up again, overlooking at your fingers fidgeting with the button on his top. he lets you do it, your warm palms connecting with now his bare chest, running your thumb over his nipple, looking up shyly to see jude bitting his bottom lip.
as you lay back down, you watch as he removes his pants, his erected cock lined against his black calvins. âstaring at me now?â jude teased, his hands resting on your knees as he pulled them apart to settle between them. âcanât help it, jude. youâre so handsome,â you complimented watching as he smirked. âand iâm all yours, right? say it y/nâŠâ
âall mine.â
âgood. because all that nonsense from before isnât true. youâve always been mine⊠only mine.â jude removed your bra, kissing from your collarbone down through your sternum, to finally sucking the hard erected nipple into his mouth. a soft moan left your lips, arching your back just a bit, while your hands gently grabbed his head. you didnât expect your night to end like this, but you werenât complaining since jude knew what exactly to do. he knew what brought you to the point where you saw only stars.Â
your eyes connected, watching as he flatly laid his warm tongue on the bud before sucking it again, twisting the tip of his tongue before doing the same to the other nipple. you felt as his lips traced all over your abdomen and hipbone, feeling as he removed the only thing that was left covering you. âcan i taste you? make you cum all over my tongue again?â you moaned at his words, telling him to go on.Â
one hand kept your inner thigh open, as the other one rested over his shoulder. he kissed along the inner flesh before kissing and sucking your clit into his mouth. he groaned, watching as your eyes rolled back. his tongue moved up and down various on the small bead before going left to right, kitty licking all the way down to your coated entrance. âoh fuck!â you yelled out, as he brought two fingers and began to flick them in and out, hitting that certain spot that brought you closer and closer than ever.Â
he tilted his head to the side, his curls ticking your inner thigh as he began to flick over your clit once again. Judeâs fingers now flicking inside you, âi canât, iâm close judeâŠâ you said bringing your hands to play with your tits. âyeah? then cum for me y/n. cum all over my tongue like i asked,â to which you yelped and moaned as you felt on cloud nine again, closing your eyes and letting the feeling of euphoria linger all over you body.Â
he overstimulated you just for a bit, then kissed all the way back up again to your lips, where gripped your hips, grinding into you to relieve himself. âyou feel that? thatâs how you make me feel babyâŠâ he whispers feeling as your hand slides down his abs, to the waistband of his underwear. the kiss is heated, tongues fighting for dominance, jude pulling away sometimes to groan or moan against your neck, as you gave him the sloppiest handjob.Â
feeling as he twitches on your palm as you guide your hand up and down, tugging and wrapping your grip tightly before soothing over it. âi need to cum⊠but not like this. can i fuck you now?â he admits, looking over and making sure there are no signs of you being unsure or regret. âplease jude, i want to feel you a-ag-againâŠâ you shuddered as you felt his hot tip being dragged up and down your slit.Â
one hand helped him stay up, while the other one guided his cock inside you, the familiar stretch of your walls as he easily slides into you. the two of you moan in delight, stunned at the pleasure as jude begins to roll his hips, going deeper and deeper. arching your back as he pulled out his cock and then quickly rolled back in. âjude..â you moan like a devotion, squeezing him tight, hearing him let out a grunt before feeling him thrust back into you.Â
you cry out as you feel his big length find a nice wave of ecstasy for the two of you, judeâs head falling into your shoulder trying to hold back from cumming on the spot. âyou feel so so so good baby. such a tight pussy for meâŠâ he moans out when you scratch his back and grip his biceps. you look down to see where your bodies meet, a wet mess that has you rolling your head back again.Â
âoh god jude⊠youâre so deep i canât-â you turn your head to the side as he finds your g-spot thrusting over and over again, his hips slapping against yours. it couldn't get more better than this. jude grabs your chin and kisses you passionately, swallowing your moans and pleads. âyouâre gonna cum for me? need and want you to cum on my cock y/n⊠show me how much of a good girl you are and cum on my cock, baby.â
jude makes it his goal to have you cumming for him, but you try to hold off so you can cum together. every cell in your body is on fire, ready to burst into fire because it feels so good. it gets harder by the second as he picks up the pace, his thrusts sloppier by the second, moaning your name, resulting in you clenching around him. you're unable to form coherent words, just hearing his breathing getting louder, your chest rising. âiâm nearly there y/n, want you to cum with me, can you do that?â
âyes jude⊠but i beg you to please donât stop it.â
jude letâs go of your hips, forehead falling with yours as he reaches his high, feeling his cock twitching inside you, his cum lacing your wet walls with his release. your body tenses for a second, the hot feeling now being replaced by cold waves as you cum, lazily kissing as jude lays on your chest. âi love you, y/n, so much.â
âi love you too Jude. forever like we promised.â
after going up for a shower, jude takes care of you, since you were unable to walk properly. he makes sure youâre hydrated, wearing the plaid shorts you love with a black long sleeve, him just an old pair of boxers he still had lying in your flat, he checks that all lighting units downstairs are off, grabbing the box of cookies and goldfish to eat.Â
he pulls you into his embrace, hugging your waist never letting go, constantly softly kissing your cheek like he always did. after he uses the restroom and helps you brush your teeth, youâre lying on your bed, the white sheets covering your shivering bodies.Â
jude lays on top of your chest again, his right hand sliding up and down your side, his head resting comfortably on the crook of your neck, his eyes fluttering and smiling when you kiss his temple lovingly. âgo to sleep jude⊠you need it, iâm not going anywhere,â you promise feeling as he wraps you closer to him. âdonât ever let me go please, just want you here like this all the timeâŠâ he confesses, his head coming up to see your glowy eyes.Â
âiâm not gonna⊠i feel safe and at home in your arms like this jude. so no, iâm not letting you go again or ever,â you stick with your word. judeâs lips softly kiss yours, tasting your cherry chapstick with a hint of mint.
âgoodnight princess. i love you.â
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Hello! I don't know if requests are open, I'm sorry, but I have a request đ„č You can ignore it if you want!
Imagine the reader dyeing her hair, and Logan doesn't really understand the concept, but thinks she looks really pretty, and then she asks him to dye the back part where she can't see đâ€ïžâđ©č just cute and loving
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Logan always loved your hair. He thought you always had it so pretty, even when you just woke up and it was all over the place. He loved whatever shampoo you used it always made it so soft and smelt sweet. You changed your hair often and it always turned out amazing, Logan just assumed that you went to the salon to get your hair done, he knew that you did your nails at home you said it was too expensive to go out and get them done professionally so you just did it at the house. He hated the smell of the polish, but he did love seeing you having pretty nails, so he put up with it and sometimes he even helped paint your right hand. However, he had just assumed you got your hair done professionally, he never saw you do your hair at the house at it just looked too well done for an amateur.
He has been getting upset with you lately, and he didn't know how to tell you.
He always wanted to be the one who took care of you. He wanted to provide for you, no matter the cost or what it was. He just wanted you to have whatever you wanted in life, but you kept denying his offers to get your hair done. He was about to just make an appointment at some random salon and drive you there for it so you would stop arguing with him over dumb stuff like money.
.
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He just got off work and was walking into the house, ready to not back down from the fight he knew was coming, but as he was walking into the house, a strong smell overwhelmed his senses. He groaned and scrunched up his nose "the fuck is that smell??"
You nearly jumped out of your skin hearing Logan so soon. "Logan! You weren't supposed to be home for another hour!" You rushed back to the bathroom to try and clean up some of the hair product you've been using and to open the window to air out the room as best as you could.
"What is that smell?" Logan asked again, still not knowing what he was smelling. You cringed slightly and turned to him with the bowl of hair dye in your hands. "I was doing my hair, just a touch-up, but I-I thought you weren't going to be home for a while, so I thought I'd have time to air the house out. I know you're sensitive to smells and just assumed that the dye would be too strong for you."
Logan felt his heart swell slightly, hearing that you took his enhanced smell into consideration. "Do...do you need help?" He asked sort of bashfully. He took the bowl from your hand gently and mixed the dye with the brush. He cringed slightly from the smell, but he was ready to push through it to help you.
"Could you get the back for me? I don't think I got all of it" you turned around and showed him the back of your head and he bit back a laugh when he saw you missed a section of hair.
"Yeah, I got it, baby." he just told himself that he was painting... sort of? He really didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't want to mess up, so he just really lathered the dye on your hair and tried to not get it all over your skin. When he was done, he set the bowl down and tapped your shoulders, "Okay, I think I'm done now what?" You explained that you needed to set a timer and that you'd wash it out after it goes off. He nods and sets the timer for you.
He likes to think he is a patient man after living all of his years, but those 30 minutes felt like 30 years. Once the timer finally went off, he helped you wash your hair and watched as you dried and styled it. He was always excited to see how you ended up doing your hair but this time he was even more excited to see how it turned out and once you showed him how it turned out he couldn't help but feel pride knowing he was the one who helped you.
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saw a tiktok of a guy begging his gf to keep scratching his back whenever she paused it made me think of benjicot. I keep seeing kieran's tts hes so feminist bf coded
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"Please?"
"No."
"Please." he begged.
Sighing, Rena complied with his plea and began her delicate movements once more. This had become a nightly routine since their wedding, when the couple were finally allowed to share their chambersâthough that never stopped them from sneaking around before.
She liked to keep her nails shaped finely, slightly above her fingertips and well-cleaned. Benjicot discovered the benefits of her self-care one day when they both lie in bed, naked. His head was on her bare chest, content to listen to her humming while he was resting on the plush skin. Her nails dragged up and down his back, making him shiver almost violently.
When she paused, he groaned loudly, "don't stop."
Giggling, she continued her motions til he was asleep.
This had been going on for months. When the couple sat in bed after their coupling, knowing their nights were spent all to themselves instead of serving their house and Lord and Lady. Benjicot was weak to her touch.
Though, he hadn't always been so aware.
Her lashes, thick and long, were the result of oiling them before bed. Her hair, volumous and long because of the messages she worked on during her baths. Legs and arms smooth from concentrated shaving. Her unique floral scent, only present thanks to the perfumes from Dorne.
Many things went into a noble ladies' looks, though any unknowing man thought that it just came naturally. 'Just born pretty and smelling good,' was a common misconception in their life. Also, an excuse for the men to be the opposite.
Benji was one of the clueless ones, in awe of Rena's beauty and always complimenting her scent with his head shoved to her neck.
It was only after they married that he found out how long it took to get that way. He would be out of their shared bath for a half-hour, just watching dumbstruck as she razed her limbs. "You have to do this every bath?" He asked, wincing when he thought she might nick her leg.
Rena laughed, shaking her head. "Once a week, maybe."
He sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. He was only covered by his waist cloth, content with sitting in the bathroom until she was done. "You don't have to, if you don't want to." Benjicot said. "I won't mind."
She smiled up at him, grateful that he was he husband and not some ignorant old brute. "I know, I like my routines. It makes me feel pretty." Rena preened under his loving stare.
"You're always pretty." He declared with a soft kiss to her knuckles. He nearly leaped with joy when she stood, done with washing and shavingïżœïżœonly to deadpan when she slathered herself in scented oils outside of the bath.
Tonight was like all the previous ones, Ben insisting that he could not sleep without her tender massages. It had been a long day for both of them, both content to relax in their shared silence. Until she paused her motions to move potsitions.
For minutes at a time, she would scratch, wondering how he had not fallen asleep yet. He would moan whenever she paused, pleading desperately. "You won't die without it for one night, my love." She snorted quietly in the candlelit room.
"I might. How do we know that I won't?" He grunted, face deep into her smooth neck.
"My husband, killed not by the sword of a fearsome enemy, but by not getting enough attention from his wife." Rena sighed.
He nodded, smiling. "That will be put on my gravestone." They both laughed.
"You really can't sleep without it?"
"Truly." Benji answered.
"Hm. What if I couldn't sleep, would you not return the favor?" Rena asked, amused.
Benjicot answered by lifted his hand to her face, showing off his blunt calloused fingertips. "Gotta keep 'em short."
"Ah, yes. For swordfighting.' She mused.
"No, for you."
"Me?" Bemused, she glanced down at him, only to see his smug face.
"Gross, Ben." She said, through a poorly hidden laugh. Benjicot looked very pleased with himself as he wetly kissed her check, producing a dramatic 'pop!' sound.
"You weren't complaining earlier."
Rena shoved his face away, groaning at his boorishness. "Go to bed." She huffed.
"I will, once you scatch my back."
They held prolonged eye contact, neither backing down until Rena blinked accidentally. "Ha!" Benjicot cheered. "I win."
Rena rolled her eyes, knowing she couldn't argue with their years-long tradition. Any petty and unserious argument must be solved with a staring contest to swiftly end it, lest it be turned into a serious one.
She sat back once more, hair a mess around her when it scrunched into the pillow. Benji followed, laying right were he always did, on her chest. He sighed with content when she started moving her nails in patterns across his skin.
"Thank you, my love."
Rena hummed her response, kissing his messy hair goodnight.
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Consequences | D.P. Part 2
Summary: Part 2 for Consequences? Reader has been MIA for a few weeks after destroying the clubhouse. Since then TJD 2.0 have been running RAW. Her presence is known when Dom is reunited with his llama toy which is now damaged. During a match between Rhea & Liv, reader, who is now almost unrecognizable from her new look rises behind the barricade & finally gets her hands on an unexpected Dom.Â
Author's Note: Thank you for your patience. đ«¶
Consequences Part 1
Damian Priest Masterlist
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Y/N stayed home to let the dust settle. The rage in her veins that she couldn't get her hands on Dom. She was also pissed at Damian. Since she's been gone, he and Rhea were removed from Judgment Day. In the end, she was glad she handled her own business.
The new Judgment Day had been enjoying terrorizing Damian and Rhea. The five of them went back to the new and improved clubhouse. Only pictures and memorabilia of Finn, Carlito, JD, Dom, and Liv hung around the walls. Dom stopped when he saw a familiar toy on a table.
"No, no, no, no, no," Dom repeated and sat on the couch. He stared at the seemingly innocent llama toy. It was messed up but appeared to be in okay shape.
"What is that thing?" Liv asked and grabbed it. She moved the toy around in her hands.
"That means Y/N is here. It's been weeks, and I thought she wasn't coming back," Dom explained. He cursed and placed his face in the palm of his hands.
"She is washed up. We don't have to worry about her, Daddy Dom. Come on. I have a match against Rhea next," Liv smiled. She tossed the llama toy back on the table. The blonde grabbed Dom's hand, and they made their way to the guerilla.
Dom watched carefully from ringside as Liv and Rhea wrestled. The two women were going at it against one another. No holds barred just letting all of their frustrations and anger out on the other. When he didn't see a sign of Y/N, he started to let his guard down.
Y/N walked towards the barricade from the audience. A bat in hand, members of the WWE Universe started to record her. She skipped the barricade and swung the bat. The bat connected to Dom's knee. He immediately fell to the ground in pain. His brown eyes looked on at Y/N in fear.
"What the hell? Y/N? Is that you?" Liv cried out from the top rope. Y/N came back with a different look than when she was there weeks ago. She jumped to the ring and down to the mat. Y/N positioned the bat like she was going to swing again. Liv placed her hands in surrender. Rhea snuck up behind Liv. Mami dragged her back into the ring. With no more distractions, Y/N hit Dom with the bat one more time. She threw it to the side.
"I'm not done with you yet," Y/N yelled. She sat on top of his laying form. Punch after punch connected to his face and chest. The audience cheered as Y/N was getting a taste of her own vengeance.
Rhea won the match. The rest of Judgment Day ran from the ramp. JD dragged Y/N off of Dom. Rhea helped Y/N as they attacked Judgment Day. The audience started to chant for Damian Priest. Damian's song played through the arena. The cheers were almost deafening.
Judgment Day ran off when Damian made it to the ring side. Rhea and Y/N were catching their breath. Y/N grabbed her bat from the floor. She placed it on top of her shoulders.
"Welcome back," Damian complimented. Y/N smiled, and the two fists bumped.
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The Loop [Caution: Sharp Objects]
Batmom x Batfamily
Prompt: It was all a nightmare...simply a nightmare right? Right?
TW: DARK THEMES, NEEDLES AND DEATH
Masterlist Part 1
(GIF not mine)
You uncomfortably made breakfast as Cassandra stared holes into your head. Every Time you moved too quickly, she would flinch then reach out for you. As if she were trying to protect you from something. While you enjoyed spending time with the people you considered your children, this was making you weary.
You were still trying to figure out what happened earlier that morning. Never in your life were you greeted like that. Every single face that you saw had the same look of pure horror on it. It was like you had died right in front of them or something.
"She's just cooking...cooking breakfast." Barbara said as she watched you from the security cameras in the kitchen. Well it wasn't just her watching. "Every movement, and order she's cooking in was exactly the same." Barbara leaned closer to the camera, she wasn't going to miss any details. Anything that you do differently, she will document.
"A hallucigen?" Tim suggested grimacing when he felt the needle push into his vein. Alfred hummed in thought as he collected another blood sample to test, "We were all at the fight with the League, it's possible they used some invisible drug. Maybe us waking up was the drug leaving our system?" Tim asked as Alfred pulled the needle from his arm. After getting it bandaged, he stood up so Duke could get his blood tested next.
"That is likely, we should have done urine samples instead." Bruce mumbled as he analyzed their blood for any signs of drugs or anything that didn't belong.
"Bruce, all the blood is coming up clean. If we were drugged, I doubt something that strong would wash out that quickly. I mean come on, we were all there. We felt her dead body, I felt her blood soak into my pants. There was no way it was fake. It was too real." Dick snapped and ran his hand through his hair, "I felt her body get cold. How is any of this even happening?" He asked then walked away while weaving his fingers through his hair. Stephanie followed after him to try and console him.
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Okay, you were a little offended. You've just finished your famous breakfast, and no one is anywhere to be seen. Well except Cass, who was still watching you while she ate. After a few minutes of the silence, you stood up and stormed to the batcave.
The team was hard at work trying to figure out what happened when you made your way into the dark and gloomy place. "I made a delicious breakfast, and no one has come up to enjoy it. What possibly is so important that you couldn't wait?" You asked while crossing you arms.
They nearly jumped out of their skin when they heard your voice. They were so focused on finding a solution, that they didn't hear you coming down the steps.
Your eyes drifted from your family to the giant computer screen where you saw the results of their drug tests, "What is going on?" You asked then grabbing the nearest person who happened to be Damian. You turned his arm around to see the gauze and bandage wrapped around his arm.
"After the fight with the League, we wanted to make sure we were under the effects of anything dangerous. A simple precaution." Bruce said quickly as he made his way over to you. He rested his hands on your waist, but you noticed the slight hesitation as he did. "Now, let's go eat your breakfast." He said then started leading you out of the batcave, which only led you to ask more questions.
The surprise party was quickly canceled. Even if it was a dream, they didn't want to relive an ounce of those memories. Instead, they opted to take you shopping to your favorite places. Each store, they took turns buying you whatever you wanted. To you, it looked like a simple family outing, but to others, it looked like you were walking around with bodyguards.
Damian even went as far as threatening someone who glanced at you for too long.
After several stores, it was time to get a snack. Everyone managed to cram themselves into the outside patio of an ice cream shop. Bruce felt at ease being that they were in the safer part of the city. You ate your ice cream while chatting away happily. Everyone began to relax, and finally started to feel as if this was just a bad dream.
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Now fully relaxed, your family abandoned the protection formation. You were pushing Barbara and chatting with Jason casually. Though you didn't miss the sketchy person that had been following you. Your constant glances behind you didn't go unnoticed by Jason who alerted the rest of the family.
As soon as the stalker realized he'd been discovered, he lunged for you. Jason quickly intervened, but this man was clearly skilled. It wasn't long before your entire family was fighting to subdue this man. They had to do so as best they could without raising any suspicion as to who their alter egos were. After their success, they proceeded to question him. He could be linked to their dream...if it was real.
Though they would never think that this man could have a partner. He did. You let out a strangled scream when someone grabbed you from behind and a knife was plunged into your chest. The knife left your body, only to be plunged in again and again. Both men ran in opposite directions after the deed was done. This time, Damian was the one who caught you instead of your body hitting the ground.
The young boy watched as you coughed up your blood, and looked at you bleeding body in shock. You then looked up at Damian and your eyes went cold. "Ummi?" He called out while pressing his small hands against your wounds, as if that would help. How could this have happened? What the hell was going on?
Like the night at the party, everyone stood in shock. It was up to one of the Gotham citizens to call the police.
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Police cars, and news vans crowded the area as the family found themselves reliving the horrible night over again. Though no one was holding your body this time. A bloody white sheet covered it. Jason was currently handcuffed and in the back of a police car after he took his anger out on another one.
Gordon knelt by his daughter's side in an attempt to get her to speak, but she was quiet. All eyes were on your corpse once again. What did they do wrong? Was someone out to kill you? First a bullet through the head, then being stabbed in the middle of the street? It didn't make sense.
Dick sat on the ground with his head in his hands when he felt the urge to look up. Across the street where the massive crowd was, he saw a dark figure standing there. It seemed like no one could see it, but him, "Guys?" He called out as he stood up. Everyone looked at him, then followed his pointed finger. Like Dick, they saw the same dark figure.
They watched as it cocked its head to the side then held up an all too familiar music box. Slowly, it opened and the crank started to spin. Bruce started running across the street to try and stop this figure, but his body collapsed to the ground. Gordon caught his daughter when she fell into his arms. She was fast asleep.
Dick held himself up against the wall while trying to memorize every detail of this figure. Whatever it was, he was going to stop it.
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Damian woke up with cold sweat on his body. He wasted no time in getting out of bed to get to his parent's bedroom. He was wearing the same pj's as last time. He threw the door open, and saw that Bruce had just woken up.
Ignoring his father, he went right to the bathroom where you were rubbing some lotion onto your hands. "Damian, what's-" You were cut off when Damian collided with you. His arms were nearly crushing you, "Ummi." He whimpered out like he did when he was having a nightmare. You rested one hand on his head, and the other was on his back.
"It's alright little bird, I'm right here. Everything is okay."
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From his tenderness | T.S
Summary: After a long and tiring day, Tommy tucks his wife in bed. đ
A/N: Saturday smut hehe
Tommy knew she was in a bad mood the second she entered his office. The windows of their shared house were all closed to keep the cold out, but she still felt her hands shaking.
She plopped into the sofa and left out a sigh, covering her face with both hands.
"You didn't answer any of my texts," Tommy started, "why did you get a phone if you're not gonna use it?"Â
"Tommy-" she complained, "I must've turned off the notifications, right? I'm sorry,"Â
He sized her up and cracked a weak smile, "You look fucking exhausted,"Â
"Tsk, thanks," she snorted.
"Rough day?"Â
"Yeah,"Â
"I ordered dinner,"Â
"What?"Â
"You didn't answer my texts so I ordered your favorite," Tommy explained and she grabbed her phone, glancing at the messages on the lockscreen.
"Hmm, I'm not hungry yet," she complained, "I just wanna go straight to bed,"
"Then go," he took a sip of his whiskey glass and went back to his work, "I'll join you later,"'
"Join me now,"Â
"I've work to do,"Â
"Don't you always? You had the whole day to finish this," she argued.
"I've got emails to send,"Â
"Oh? Managing to send emails without me?" she mocked, "They grow up so fast,"Â
"Weren't you going to bed?" Tommy gave her a scolding look.
Silence took over and she stood up, "I'll take a shower," she announced before leaving the office.
She made her way through the house checking her social media, dropping the phone on the bed when she got in the bedroom. Picking a set of clean clothes, she headed to the bathroom.
Taking her working clothes off felt the same as taking a burden off her back. She started the shower and waited until it got warm.
The water ran down her tense muscles, she quickly rubbed the soap on her skin and rinsed off. After washing her hair as well, she closed her eyes, enjoying the water on her back, however the incomplete chores of the day still clouded her mind.
With a deep frustrated sigh, she turned off the shower and grabbed her towel, perhaps a good night of sleep could achieve better success in relaxing her.
Back to the bedroom, she got dressed and plopped in bed, right in the middle, unbothered by her wet hair in the sheets or the fact Tommy might want to lay down later, he didn't put her first when she told him about her terrible day so she wouldn't put him first now either.
Except that, suddenly, a warm rough hand wrapped around her ankle.Â
"Fuck!" she jumped, pulling her leg back, "What're you doing?"Â
Tommy chuckled at how easily she got scared, they were the only people in the house, it couldn't be anyone else.Â
"You're not gonna eat?" he asked, grabbing her leg and gently squeezing her calf muscles.
"No, I just want to sleep," she frowned, "what happened to your emails?"Â
"I've set another priority,"Â
"Oh, really?" she scoffed and pulled her leg back again, "Or were you just struggling to edit a document?"Â
"I decided to do something you often do for me,"
"You're gonna convert my docx files to pdf?"Â
"Alright, fucking stop that," he demanded, "for someone who's so tired you're joking way too much,"Â
She smiled at his annoyed face, mentioning his lack of technological skills always made him defensive.
"So here's what you're gonna do," he held the hem of her shirt, "take these off, shut your pretty mouth and lay on your stomach,"
"Why?" she questioned.
"Do it," he gave her an assuring nod.Â
Hesitantly, she took her clothes off, laying down on only underwear. She frowned when Tommy reached for something from the dressing table and straddled her thighs.
"What are you-"
"Just relax, alright? I dropped my paperwork for this,"Â
A shiver ran down her spine as Tommy spread lotion through her back. He pressured in between her shoulder blades, melting the tension underneath his palm just like she had done for him many times.Â
A smirk showed on his face when he noticed the sleepy look on her face, he was certain that when he finished, she'd promptly fall asleep in his arms.Â
His rough hands trailed the way down to her lower back, effortlessly soothing the knots on her muscles. Tommy took his time to extinguish any ounces of tension, handling her body with the mastery he cultivated in the time they were together.
At certain point, she felt liquid in his hands, loose as a ragdoll, but surprisingly, not asleep yet. Whatever was clouding her mind was resistant to enough to not vanish.
Gently, Tommy lifted her hips and pressed her back down, making her arch for him. His fingers brushed on her clothed pussy making her whine,
"Tommy-" she peeked at him, "I'm tired,"Â
"It works for me when I can't sleep," he argued and she chuckled.
"Not always, that's why I insist you take your meds,"Â
"Yeah," he admitted in defeated tone, "and what an insistent creature you are,"Â
"You are a creature," she struck back then smiled, "come here,"Â
Turning to face him, she tried to attach her lips to his neck, he quickly held her jaw though, not allowing her leave any marks on him.
"No, last time I had to keep up with John spitting three jokes per minute,"Â
"But Tom-" she tried to remove his hand.
"No, just let me take care of you, eh?"Â
With a weak smile, she nodded, "Okay,"Â
Tommy pecked her lips and headed to the wardrobe, rummaging through the drawers until he found their lube bottle, "Tongue or fingers?"Â
"You,"Â
"Alright," with a naughty smirk, he also got a condom and a tiny vibrator.
Once he was back in bed, she attached their lips together, her mind slipped away from any worries at the feeling of his gentle kiss. One of Tommy's hands rested on the top of her head while the other guided her legs around him.
At the same time, her hands explored the soft skin under his shirt, the lean muscles twitched and she smiled against his lips, she knew Tommy had many women before and yet, simple gentle touches made him weak.
When necessity demanded, they broke the kiss, breathing heavily with desire.
"I love you," she breathed out.
"You better," he weakly smiled, pampering kisses on the valley of her breasts.
Reaching for their little toy, Tommy turned it on and attached his lips to her neck. Her eyes closed at the exquisite combination, nibbles soothed by his gentle tongue, followed by wet kisses.
In feather-like movements, he teased her nipples with the vibrator. He wasn't particularly fond of the loud sound, but he was of the sweet moans he heard when it came to play.
She barely realized when they started to leave her lungs, Tommy couldn't waste the opportunity to point out, "Not so stressed now, eh?"Â
"Hm-hmm," she denied.
"Does it feel good, love?" he whispered, lips brushing against her ear.
"Hm," finally opening her eyes, she pleaded, "want you, Tom,"Â
With a mix of scoff and laugh, Tommy put the vibrator away and laid down on the bed, "C'here,"Â
Taking her panties off, she placed one knee on each side of his head, at full display for him. She gripped on the headboard feeling his warm breath against her.
He affectionately stroked her hips at the same time kisses were placed on her inner thighs, a playful bite made her gasp with laughter which was quickly interrupted by the feeling of his warm mouth.
Tommy dragged his tongue through her wet folds, tasting her entry before moving to her swollen clit. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud, he switched between licking and gently sucking.
His strong hands pulled her further into his face and instinctively, her hips moved searching for more. As his name poured from her lips in weak moans, she moved forward trying to get him on her entry again, he obliged, teasing her needy hole before giving her pussy an appreciative kiss.
Suddenly, Tommy stopped, contanting himself with tracing her inner lips with feather-like touches.
"Tom?" she asked, confused and slightly frustrated with the lack of touch.
"It's alright," he soothed, "I got you,"Â
Pushing two fingers into her, he resumed his movements, this time the double pleasure got louder moans from her. His fingertips brushed the perfect spot on her insides and the coldness of his wedding ring added an even better touch, she felt herself soaking up his hand and chin.
The sweet tightness of an orgasm started to grow on her stomach, resting her cheek on the headboard, her hips moved in small circles trying to get all the pleasure her man provided.
She took a hand to Tommy's head, holding into his soft hair, the raspy groan he left out against her pussy was enough to send her over the edge. She couldn't control the urge of fucking his face through the overwhelming wave of pleasure.
He kept going until she started panting and finally feeling her eyelids heavy. Every ounce of stress or energy left her body and she moaned a spoiled sound, expressing how satisfied she was. Tommy should have stopped by then, he didn't.
Guiding her arms behind her back, he simply ordered her not to move, there was no need for physical restraint, her unquestionable obedience was enough. Pulling the hood of her clit, he left her completely exposed, flapping his tongue on her reddish tip.
"Tommy, please," she whined, "please, please please, it's sensitive,"Â
Tommy chuckled hearing her pathetic begging, dragging his tongue to her soaked entry and finishing his short torture sucking her lips together.
With two little smacks on her ass, he allowed her to get off his face. She moved down to his hips, comfortably sitting before laying down on his chest with her eyes closed.
"Want to sleep now?" he whispered.
"No," she quietly answered, "still want you,"Â
"Yeah? You're sleepy, I can tell,"Â
"Hmmm," she complained, "want you, Tom,"Â
"I know, love, but looks like you're already sleeping,"Â
"Hm,"Â
"When you wake up I'll give you what you want, alright?"Â
She took a moment to considerate his offer, then finally agreed, "Hmm,"Â
Kissing her forehead, Tommy stroked her lower back until he heard low snores coming from her. With a small smile, he carefully got out of bed, covering her naked body with a blanket before leaving the room.
He still had paperwork to make, this time without worrying about her.
#tommy shelby x reader#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinders smut#modern!tommy shelby#modern!AU#reader insert
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thinking about shitty bf toji and ...
âș toji would be so sweet at the beginning â not like, bringing you flowers every date n shit no. this man lives for the little ways to show u that he loves you i.e stopping in his tracks when you abruptly reach down to tie your laces in public when they untie, noticing how your face wash is running out, so he buys a new one when he goes to the store and the night after you run out and make a note to get a new one, you wake up n see that a brand new one is sitting next to the sink.
âș but i also feel like toji is so ... difficult sometimes bc while he doesn't give you grand displays of affection and rarely ever tells you that he loves you, you know he does. but sometimes you need him to say it, and you need him to not untangle your intertwined fingers when you're walking together because he doesn't like showing affection in public.
âș that would be a-okay if he did it in private, but he doesn't. two years or so into the relationship, you begin realizing that toji isn't truly yours to love because his heart lies in the cold hands of his ex-wife. he doesn't talk about her with you, but the times he did, he always claimed he was completely over her, that she's dead and nothing can be done.
âș it should've been enough because he let you into his home and let you be a part of his bigger picture. he let you take care of megumi and play mother to him, but when toji hears sweet little megumi call you 'mom,' toji flips.
"toji, please," you said, trying to reason with him though it seemed all your attempts proved to be futile because he seemed as though he was wearing noise-cancellation headphones the way he barely looked at you while seething in anger.
he shook his head as if he was processing every single thought that crept into his mind. "how long have you been letting 'gumi call you that?" you moved your mouth to respond, but he cut you off. "don't fucking lie."
"this was the first time, i swear." truth. "toji, he's a kid."
"i know," he said, exasperation coating his voice. "i fucking know, y/n, that's why i don't need you making him think you are his mother."
you shouldn't have been surprised because yes, you weren't megumi's mother. but you were surprised because you went to megumi's school events and drove him to his friends' houses, you joined the parents' friend group and raised money for school fundraisers because toji asked you to, and you ironed megumi's clothes and made sure to place him on his chair every night so he wouldn't have to worry about his uniform before school.
"no matter how many times you cook for megumi or play mother at his conferences, you aren't. stop giving him the wrong impression."
"i know." you couldn't say anything else.
"you aren't his mother." he struck a blow. "you aren't even my wife." the tears began building up behind your closed eyes, but he continued. "i don't want you to be my wife. you're not a part of this family the way you think you are."
#HAHAHA i lov shitty toji#like this man fr makes me cry he's so feral#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji angst#toji x you#jjk toji#jujustu kaisen#jjk angst#toji fushiguro angst
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Eddie can hear from Steve's breathing that he's sleeping deeply and he's wondering how the hell he can possibly be asleep right now. His own mind is spinning and he kinda feels like he might throw up soon. Steve went to sleep with his back to Eddie and now Eddie can do nothing but stare at his silhouette in the dark.
He doesn't really understand what happened: they had this big fight and the word slipped out of his mouth before he even realized it did. The one word he had promised Steve to never say to him. And then Steve stormed out and Eddie just fucking stood there, unable to move and nauseous as hell, tears prickling behind his eyes. By the time his brain started working again and he realized he should probably go look for Steve, he could already have gone anywhere.
Half an agonizing hour later he returned; Eddie didn't give a shit about their stupid fight anymore and tried to apologize, but Steve... wouldn't let him. I know you didn't mean it like that, was all he said. It's okay, but I'm really exhausted, so let's go to bed first and talk about it in the morning.
The worst part is that he doesn't know what he should prepare himself for. Steve has never done anything like this before, but Eddie sure as hell recognizes the signs: waving him off, attempting to make him feel safe, so he'll let his guard down and then it'll all come crashing down on him. He can hear his mother's voice again, so clearly that she might as well be standing right at his bedside:
No, of course I'm not mad at you, Eddie. You couldn't help it, it's not your fault.
Have you already forgotten about what you've done, Eddie? Looks like I have to punish you after all.
The worst one had been after his dad got locked up, five whole years of jailtime ahead of him. He had never been behind bars for more than a couple months on end before. And Eddie had been with him when it happened. No, worse: he had run away.
You couldn't help it, Eddie, you were scared, and you couldn't have gotten him out of it anyway.
He had been grateful for his mom's understanding words, had finally lowered his guard when she even made him a hot cocoa before bed. It only took one restless night of sleep until he'd find out what she really thought about him: a coward, a sissy, someone who didn't know what loyalty was. Didn't he love his father? Would he like to see his own dad rot in jail? She was often cruel with her words, but the times she was cruel with her hands were a rarity.
Eddie had never viewed Steve as being anything like his mother, but with yesterday's events in his mind and Steve unreachable on the other side of the bed, he supposes it's more than justified. However shit will go down tomorrow morning, he will most certainly deserve it.
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He must've somehow drifted off in the early hours before morning, because he wakes up to light pouring through the windows and - an empty space on Steve's side of the bed.
He quietly slips out from under the blankets and tiptoes to the door, but when he peers around the corner, he finds the living room empty. Upon further inspection, the kitchen and the bathroom both turn out to be abandoned as well. Steve's nowhere to be seen. A new wave of nausea washes over Eddie when he realizes that things must be even worse than he was expecting.
He remembers those times, too: the times when his mother would disappear, sometimes for a couple hours, sometimes for days on end. When he was little, he'd get hungry. As he grew older and learned to take care of himself, he'd only get scared. When she'd finally get back, she'd tell him that he shouldn't be so dramatic, that surely she'd told him where she was off to and for how long she'd be gone. Sometimes, she'd even tell him that no, she hadn't been away for three days, she had only gone to the store, what the hell was he talking about?
When the realization hits him that Steve might never come back - the same realization that used to cause the paralyzing fear whenever his mom disappeared - it becomes difficult to breathe. He staggers and stumbles into the bedroom, where he starts randomly pulling the doors of their closets and dresser drawers open in a desperate attempt to see if all of Steve's clothes are still there. His polos are hanging in a neat row in the closet, and his underwear dresser is filled just fine. His toothbrush is still in the bathroom, just like his shaving cream and his medication: that should be enough confirmation that at least he'll come back but maybe that's exactly what he wants Eddie to think and he can't breathe anymore and -
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A good night's sleep and a morning run are the perfect cure for just about everything, if you ask Steve. He comes home all sweaty and short of breath, but feeling better than he has in days. His head is clear and yesterday's fight suddenly seems almost insignificant. He opens the door, ready to make some coffee and finally properly talk with Eddie, who was still fast asleep when he left the house two hours ago.
But when he calls out a "Hi, babe!" the apartment stays eerily quiet. There's no trace of Eddie in the kitchen, nor in the living room, and Steve wonders if maybe he has gone out to get some snacks. He shrugs and walks into the bedroom to take off his sweaty sports clothes - and chuckles quietly to himself when he sees the mop of dark curls above the blanket.
'Eddie, it's almost noon, man,' he says while walking up to the bed. It's only then that he notices that all their drawers and closets are opened, as if Eddie had been frantically searching for something.
'Have you been sleepwalking again?'
He goes to sit down on the bed, right next to the lump of the blanket that is Eddie's sleeping body. When Eddie still doesn't move, Steve gently combs a hand over the curls and then pulls back the blanket.
'Hey there.'
He traces a thumb over Eddie's cheek, which finally causes him to jolt up. Steve immediately clocks that there's a look on his face that can only be described as concerning: something frantic and fearful is radiating from those big brown eyes he knows so well.
'You came back,' Eddie sighs out when he sees it's Steve who woke him.
Steve frowns. 'Of course I came back. Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?'
'How long were you -'
There are tears in Eddie's eyes now, and he looks more scared than Steve has seen him look in years.
'Oh, baby, it's okay, I'm here,' he says, opening his arms to catch Eddie in an embrace. 'I was only gone on a run. Yesterday was pretty intense, remember? So I wanted to clear my head while you were sleeping in. I've only been away for two hours or so.'
Eddie slumps heavily against Steve's chest; his whole body is trembling like a leaf.
'What happened, baby?'
'What day is it?'
'Jesus, Eddie, you're scaring me. It's Saturday.'
Eddie lifts up his head; his cheeks are red and puffy and wet.
'Saturday?' Eddie repeats, voice sharp and frantic again. 'Is that true? Are you telling the truth?'
'Yes, what's going on, Eddie? Why would I - oh.' He doesn't need to finish that question to understand exactly what's happening, and he quietly curses himself for being so blind to it. 'Oh, fuck, Eddie, I didn't mean to - I'm so sorry.'
Not giving a shit about his sweaty sports clothes, he pushes Eddie a little bit to make space and crawls under the blanket beside him. He pulls him in his arms, cradling his head with his hand, and keeps repeating sweet-nothings like I'm here and I'm not going anywhere and I love you and I'm sorry for scaring you until Eddie has finally stopped trembling and his breathing is back to normal again.
'You're here,' Eddie finally says. His voice is creaky in a way that's breaking Steve's heart.
Steve leans forward to press a kiss against his temple.
'I'm here,' he repeats. 'And I promise you I would never do anything like the shit your mother used to pull, alright?'
'Watch out with that,' Eddie says. 'I also promised to never call you bullshit.'
Steve utters a sound that's somewhere between a sniff and a huff. 'Was that - a joke? Did you seriously just go from full breakdown to cracking jokes?'
Eddie hums something unintelligible and lets his eyes fall close while he nestles himself into a more comfortable position in Steve's arms.
'Why did you think I would ever do something like your mom?' Steve's question is almost a whisper.
Eddie sighs deeply. 'Because yesterday,' he says, burying his head against Steve's chest. 'It was too easy. You should've been mad, but you forgave me right away. And then you went to sleep with your back towards me and I - I had the whole night to spiral further about it. And then I woke up and you weren't there and - I dunno, my head was running wild, man.'
Too easy. That's exactly what it feels like, sometimes, with Eddie. To hear him say bullshit and know he doesn't do it to intentionally hurt him. To have a fight and know that they still love each other through it all. To come home in the apartment they share and have coffee together every day. It's too easy, too good to be true. Not something either of them ever thought they could have with someone. But they do. Even if they both take their damaged hearts with them. Even if they've both been raised on cruelty instead of love. Maybe it's not too easy after all; maybe they simply need to learn the difference between easy and too easy. Maybe easy is exactly what they deserve to share with each other.
Steve brushes some stray hairs out of Eddie's face. His cheeks are still swollen and his eyes are red. And it's never been easier to love him.
#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#fruity ficlet#tw child abuse
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oh @helen-with-an-a... look what I got here... đđ
âLuce... I'm homeâ you yelled as you kicked the door shut and threw your keys into Onas self made ceramic bowl while you pulled your shoes off and flinged them down the hallway towards your room
âOh look at that.... it's a Blitzenâ you suddenly heard a voice you haven't heard in years
âSTEPH!!â you exclaimed happily as you jumped in her arms
âNo...â Lucy said quickly catching you mid air and putting you down in front of her friend
âYou having a stroke again??â you looked at your sister confused why you weren't allowed to hug Steph
âGo wash your hands... better take a shower... I can smell... something... what were you doing the whole afternoon anyway?â Lucy scrunched her nose
âMapĂ and I had to... exit Alexias... hold on us so we jumped over the fence... into a garbage container... but we're both okay...â you said quickly and your sister groaned loudly already pulling out her phone while Steph bursted out laughing
âI text capi... you shower... you table... wait... where's Ona??â Lucy directed and pushed her friend already back into the kitchen while nudging you away with her foot
âWe lost her somewhere between Block D110 and C112...â you waved off already taking your shirt off
âWhy me?? What have I done in an earlier life that I have to deal with all that?â your sister mumbled whining as she picked up a banana peel and some wrapping paper that fell out of your shirt
âYou probably ran over a kid with your horse cart...â you yelled from the doorway of the bathroom but then squeaked as Lucy threw the banana peel after you
â10 Minutes or I'll get Ale and Ingrid to pull you out from under the showerâ Lucy yelled down the hallway before entering the kitchen
âI see nothing has changedâ Steph chuckled
âNot really no... she's starting to feel more at home... I'm thinking about getting her her own place... but then she comes home telling me she jumped a fence, landing in a garbage container AND losing my girlfriend in the stadium...â your sister sighed rubbing her forehead feeling a headache coming â... which tells me no own place for Bubs... she'll probably blows it up unintentionally within the first five hoursâ
âShe'll come talk to you when she's ready to get her own place Lucy... you know she always had her own headâ Steph said softly â.... thinking about it... every Bronze has their own headâ
âYeah well... I did raise herâ Lucy pointed out smiling â... excuse me for a second... I have some phone calls to make... againâ
âTake your time... I'm staying for a few daysâ blonde english woman said
âBUBS!!!â Lucy yelled down the hallway 30 minutes later
âWhat??â you yelled back from the bathroom just gotten out of the shower
âYou able to read a watch?? I said 10 minutes... not 30â your sister knocked on the door
âI had to shave!â you said as you pulled the door open
âI... didn't need to know thatâ Lucy pulled a face
âMe legs... get your mind out of the gutter...â you rolled your eyes pushing past her âI normally get a full Brazilian every three weeksâ
âYou... you... you... what??â your sister stammered shuffling to catch up to you
âYeah... MapĂ told me about it and it's SO much more convenient than shaving... also.. more environment friendlyâ you said as you padded down the hallway towards the kitchen
âYou... you....â Lucy couldn't get her head around the fact that you went and got â certain parts of your body waxed
âI get my... I want to say Pussy but I think that would break you...â you smirked â... so yes... I get me princess parts waxedâ
âWe'll never ever talk about that topic againâ your sister said strictly after she recovered from her shock â and the fact that she ran into the wall
âLucy.... I'm 17... I know what a pus...â you stated but Lucy quickly slapped her hand over your mouth
âNEVER againâ Lucy looked at you with a death glare
âLet her be Lucy... she's just teasing you...â you heard Steph chuckle from her spot sitting at the kitchen island âAren't you Blitzen?â
You nodded your head frantically agreeing with your sisters old teammate
âSee Bronzey... just teasingâ the blonde smirked knowing exactly you made your sister uncomfortable on purpose
âNever again Bubs... or I'll book you a session with Alexia in the Gym... private session... on her day offâ your sister threatened you âOna will be here in a few minutes... you want something to drink?â
âCan I have a KAS LimĂłn?â you asked your eyes looking up at Lucy hopefully
âOne...â Lucy said seriously knowing that if you'll have more than one of the soda you'll bounce off the walls the whole night â.... and don't you dare ask Ona for one too... that only worked onceâ
âYou want one too Stephie?â you looked at Steph interested
âWater is fine Blitzenâ the former City midfielder smiled
âWater?? Are you sick??â you asked confused before it dawned on you âOH MY GOD!!! YOU'RE DYING AREN'T YOU??!!!â
âNo Blitzen... I'm not dyingâ Steph rolled her eyes â... stop jumping to the worst caseâ
âOh... Oh god... my heart...â you clutched your heart theatrically puffing out a deep breath
âSuch an actressâ Lucys old teammate rolled her eyes
âAmor? Bebita?â you heard Ona called from the front door
âOnaâ you raced outside âStephâs here!!â
âSteph?â the blonde spaniard asked confused
âHoughtonâ you stressed as you âhelpedâ Ona out of her jacket â you just pulled on the sleeve until the spaniard told you she can do it herself
âOkay...â Ona said still confused as she hung up her jacket which had now a slighter longer sleeve â the one you pulled on
âCome on... you know her... you played against herâ you said a little annoyed
You loved Steph. Lucy loved Steph. Keira loved Steph. So why couldn't Ona love Steph?
âBebita...â the spaniard huffed as you pulled her into the kitchen
âSee... it's Stephâ you said happily as you came to a halt right in front of the blonde englishwoman
âHolaâ Ona said her voice uncharacterically cold
âAh... I remember you â my shin remembers you... the little fierce spanish defender... from the bad Manchesterâ Steph grinned as she extended her hand âStephâ
âOna...â the blonde spaniard took the hand and shook it shortly which Lucy noticed but you didn't
âShe's the friendliest spaniard you'll find around here Stephâ you said excited being extremely happy to have another âMomâ around
âThat would be Jenni Bebitaâ Ona smiled at you but as soon her eyes left you her features got a little icy again
âBut...â you started but got interrupted by Steph
âBlitzen... clam down... I'm staying for a few daysâ Steph chuckled
âBlitzen?â the blonde spaniard asked raising her eyebrow
âThe amount of times I had to watch âRudolph â The red nosed Reindeerâ is uncountable...â the englishwoman rolled her eyes but a small smile tugged on her lips â... it also didn't work when we told her it's a winter movie... she would scream her head off until we put it on... after every tactic meeting... on the big screen... no one was allowed to leave until it was overâ
âWhat?â Ona asked confused
âIt's a Christmas movie... she loved it.. and the reindeer she loved most was Blitzen... and even as a wee one she was fast... so we called her Blitzenâ Steph explained shrugging her shoulders â... once she screamed so hard and long her head was lobster redâ
âUgh... don't remind me... I thought she would stop breathing any secondâ Lucy said rolling her eyes as she put down the pan in the middle of the table
âLuuuuccyyyy...â you whined as you took a glance at the food âPaella???â
âI make excellent Paella you Brat...â your sister shoved you slightly
âBut it with fishy stuffâ you whined again before turning to the left âOnaaaaaâ
âTortilla de patatas?â the spaniard chuckled knowingly
âSĂ por favorâ you looked at her like a kicked puppy and she leaned over pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the kitchen
âGraciasâ you yelled after her smiling brightly
âOkay Steph...â you asked chewing â... whadda do here?â
âBubs please... I DID teach you mannersâ Lucy mumbled â... no talking with full mouthâ
âWhat ya doing here Steph?â you asked again after you swallowed your food made by Ona
âI... needed to tell Lucy something and thought I'll come here since she invited me to Barcelona oftenâ the englishwoman answered and you heard there was more to it
âYou okay?â you asked getting serious suddenly
âMore than okay...â Steph smiled before looking at you â... I'm pregnantâ
âOh I'm sorryâ you blurted out
âBUBSâ Lucy scolded you harshly and slapped the back of your head
âWhat...?â you looked confuses before you catched the soft look on Staphs face â.... you... wanted it?â
âYes Blitzen... Stephen and I were trying for a while actuallyâ the englishwoman smiled softly while your face stayed blank
âOh my god... that's why you're here...â you jumped up your chair clattering to the floor â... your parents kicked you out.... that's no problem... you can stay here... you can have my bed...â
âBubs...â your sister tried to stop your rambling
â... I can stay with MapĂ... my bed is kinds small but when you and Stephen squeeze together you can make it work...â you kept on rambling â... but don't open the second drawer... oh and if G visits you kinda need to move to a hotel for a few days...â
âBebitaâ now Ona tried to stop you while Lucys eyes popped out of her skull at the thought of you and Georgia doing some adult stuff under her roof
â... oh wait...â you suddenly stopped looking at a grinning Steph â... you keeping.... it... right?â
âYes Blitzen... again... we were trying for a whileâ Steph laughed knowing you didn't mean it in a offending matter â it was just too much for you to process
âOkay....â you took a deep breath before looking at the former City player â... why?â
âWhy what?â Steph looked at you confused
âWhy trying for a while?â you tilted your head
âBubs... Stephen and Steph wanted to be parentsâ Lucy said softly sensing you started to get stress confused
âYou do remember I got married to Stephen a few years ago right?â Steph kept her voice soft âYou were my flower girlâ
âYou made me wear a DRESS...â you grumbled â... of course I remember.. but WHY you want a semen demon?â
âBUBS!!â your sister exclaimed shocked
âOkay Blitzen... listen to me and listen carefullyâ the former City waited until she had your attention âMy parents didn't kick me out... I moved out when I went to Uni and I never moved back in with me parents... secondly... I'm married... and thirdly... We want that child... you can relax Blitzen... everything is like it should be okay?â
âBut... why??â you looked like your world was ending â or Steph loosing her plot âChildren are manky and grimâ
It took a second for Steph to register what you said. Then she couldn't hold back and barked out a laugh which turned into a whole hysterical laughed and every time she looked at your lost face a new wave of laughter bubbled through her body. Lucy and Ona just looked at each other shocked but when they saw how Steph couldn't stop laughing because of your face they just shrugged their shoulders and returned to their Paella
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Can I request "You deserve to be loved." For Astarion with female reader please? Please make it smut too!
Thanks so much for the request! I have been super ill, but I managed to get one thing done! I hope this is to your standards, this is my first time writing for Astarion so I hope it's not too out of character. I left Tav pretty neutral, so you should be able to imagine her as anyone. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Remember, please leave feedback! I love to hear your thoughts and it helps motivate me to keep writing.
Rating: E
Warnings: smut, piv sex, oral (f!receiving), face sitting, angst with happy ending, Astarion has a praise kink i don't make the rules, dom!Tav, kinda sub!Astarion, female Tav, likely ooc Astarion, not proofread
It was a calm night, the stillness of the camp blanketing over everyone as the stars glimmered in the darkening sky. Scratch lay idly by Shadowheart, eyes fluttering with the beginnings of sleep as the cleric's hand absentmindedly stroked his head.
Most everyone was already knocked out, the events of the day rendering them useless against the wave of sleep that washed over them. Tav was the only one that couldn't put her mind to rest, thoughts racing behind her eyes as she tried and failed to join her companions in their peaceful oblivion.
At least, she thought she was.
After an hour of fruitless attempts of rest, she abandoned her tent with an aggravated sigh, opting to get some fresh air. When she slipped out of the canvas walls, her eyes fell upon the gleaming silver hair of Astarion, restlessly sitting outside of his tent with his piercing gaze directed at the sky.
She knew that vampire spawn didn't exactly sleep, but Astarion usually went into a trance at night. He said it helped him feel energized in between feedings. A twinge of concern jolted through her, gaze softening as she approached the gloomy spawn.
"Astarion?"
His red eyes quickly cut towards her, his scrutiny heavy on her form.
"Are you alright?"
His gaze flickered with an unreadable emotion for a split second, too quick for her to discern. He hesitated before responding, the familiar too-sweet drawl coating his words. "Quite alright, now that you're here."
Tav's cheeks blazed with a poorly restrained blush at his charming words, and she averted her eyes to the ground between them. She heard his movements before she saw them, the soft brush of his feet brushing the dirt as he rose from his seat.
"I do so love when you blush, so pretty and red."
His cold finger trailed along her jaw, gently prompting her to direct her gaze back to his. She attempted to blink away her flustered state, instead focusing on the handsome elf's face. His sharp features were contorted into his familiar expression of mischief, dark red eyes upholding a look of desire.
Fighting the fog of attraction, she narrowed her eyes at him, searching his practiced expression. He was always a flirt, quick-witted and prone to making her blush, and yet something felt off about him. Something festered beneath his sweetened gaze, almost invisible behind the facade he upheld, but Tav caught a glimpse of it.
One glimpse was all it took for her to step away, brows furrowing as she created distance. His eyes flashed momentarily, a small crinkle of his brows the only sign of his confusion. "What's the matter, darling? Why so shy?"
He attempted to step closer to her, resulting in Tav taking a matching step back. She thought she saw a flicker of hurt before he steadied his expression. "Oh, I see. Don't want to cuddle up to a vampire?"
He turned away from her, already in the motion of retreating to his tent, when Tav shot out her hand and grabbed onto his arm. "That's not it."
He tilted his head to peer at her, teasing smirk already pulling at his lips. His flirtatious remark was cut short when Tav suddenly darted for his tent, hand still firm around his arm. He let her lead him, silver eyebrow raised in curiosity.
The cloth of the tent flaps had barely fallen shut when his cold hands met her waist, pressing her up to him in a way that had Tav's heart beating against her chest. "Eager, are we?"
His breath dusted her cheeks as he held her, seductive gaze steady on her beneath his lashes. Her eyes fought to flutter closed as he leaned in, lips just barely pausing before her lips.
"Why are you doing this?"
Her question was almost quiet enough to miss, but Astarion's grip loosened as he pulled away in shock. "What?"
Tav put a shaky hand to his chest, wanting nothing more than to hold him this close forever. "The flirting. The lingering touches. The stares. Why?"
Silvery brows furrowed, undead hands still idle at her waist. "I didn't take you to be dull. Do you need me to spell it out for you?"
His snark didn't go unnoticed, the same tone he took when someone tried to pry into his business too much. Tav's lips quirked downwards into a frown. "I know what desire looks like. The look you gave me back there was a decent imitation of it, but I saw through it. Why pine after me if you do not truly desire me?"
Tav tried not to let her disappointment show at his loss of touch as he dropped his hands from her waist and stepped back. "I don't know what you mean. I do desire you."
She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms across her chest as she gave him a withering look. "I don't much like being lied to, Astarion. Nor do I like to be led on."
A flash of guilt crossed his eyes, almost quick enough to miss. "You're a clever one. Fine then, I confess. I needed safe passage to the city, and the only way to get it was to seduce you into providing it for me."
Her heart seized in her chest at his words, hurt and betrayal curdling in her stomach. "Do you truly think so little of me?"
His previously avoidant gaze shot towards her when her voice cracked with emotion. Her eyes shone with unshed tears.
She struggled to keep her composure through her next words. "Seduction was not the only way. I would have aided you no matter what, romantic feeling or not. I do not need anything in return. I would have helped you. I would have- I do care for you. There are no strings attached unless you wish there to be."
She recoiled from his hand as it reached out towards her. Tears now steadily falling down her cheeks, she continued with shaky words. "And I will still help you, even though you have hurt me. Even though you have made me think there was something... I thought you liked me. I really thought we could have," she heaved a sob between her words, "Why did you have to make me fall in love with you?"
Her eyes avoided his, tears rushing down her face as she hung her head down. If he had a beating heart, he was sure it would be hammering against him.
"You... Love?"
She hid her face in her hands as she cried, granting him a small nod.
"Tav, I..."
"Don't. Just... I'm sorry for thinking you returned my feelings. I don't expect anything from you, and you're still welcome to stay with us."
She turned to leave, eyes burning with emotion, when his cold hand gripped her shoulder. She froze, holding her breathe in case any movement would scare him away.
"Tav, please don't go."
His voice was timid, a broken sort of tone that she could never dream of him carrying. She chance a movement, turning her head to peek at him. His eyes were watering, sincerity pooling in the blood red of his gaze.
"I... It wasn't fake."
A stuttered breath as Tav turned to face him, tear stained face contorted into an expression of dread, fearing he was playing a cruel joke on her. "What?"
"The feelings, the flirting... I admit, at first it was purely self-preservation, but..." he gently trailed his hand down from her shoulder to her wrist, "you... you enraptured me."
"Astarion, you don't have to-"
"I mean it. This isn't me trying to use you, I'm not just doing this as an apology, I truly mean it. I fell for you, and it terrifies me."
She turned her wrist in his grip, staring down at his hand as she maneuvered hers to fit against his. "You love me?"
She stepped forward, bringing a hesitant hand to his face. His brows furrowed as he nodded slightly, almost like it pained him to admit it. Slowly, she moved closer, giving him time to recoil. When he leaned in, she fluttered her eyes closed and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss.
His other hand went to her face, delicate fingers stroking her cheekbone as they kissed. There was no desperation, only gentle passion as they melded together, pouring all words unsaid into their embrace. When Tav pulled away, Astarion sighed and chased after her lips, only stopped by her firm hand on his chest.
"You don't need to do anything you don't want to do. I'm alright with not sleeping together. You don't owe me anything."
His pupils swallowed up the red of his eyes as he whined, true desire swirling in his gaze. "You saying that only makes me want you more."
Tav hummed in surprise as he pulled her lips back against his, fingers tangling in her hair as he hungrily devoured her lips. His free hand snaked around her, palm pressing firmly into her lower back and arching her into him. Tav sighed into him, pulling away from his lips to murmur, "are you sure?"
"Never been surer, darling."
She stopped his approach, giving him a sultry look as he pulled her even closer against him. "Alright, but we're doing this my way."
He raised a brow, his teasing smirk sending a jolt of arousal down her spine. "Oh, yeah? And what did you have in mind?"
She pressed a soft kiss against his lips, admiration flooding her eyes. "You let me do the work." She tutted against his lips as he started to protest. "Please, Astarion, let me take care of you. You deserve to be loved."
His resolve completely vanished at that, and he pulled her back for another desperate kiss. Tav's core burned with each sound from his lips, whines and moans vibrating against her lips. She pushed him towards his bedroll without breaking the kiss, giving a pleased hum when he obeyed.
She sank down with him, straddling his lap as he sat. His fingers fought with the hem of her shirt, insistently tugging as he whined against her lips. She smiled and pulled away, chuckling as he tried to chase her lips. "Use your words, love."
"You're a tease," he all but whined, hands still itching to rid her of her top.
She answered him with only a stern look, pulling his hands from her waist. He groaned in frustration, pride a little more than hurt as she coaxed him to obey. "Take it off. Please."
"Good boy," she teased, all too aware of the growing bulge her words caused. His hands wasted no time in exploring the skin of her exposed stomach as she peeled away her shirt, tossing it over her shoulder. He sat up to capture her lips, firm hands desperately trying to gain control.
His fingers dug into her waist as she rolled her hips down against his, eliciting a groan from him. She rolled her hips again, pressing harder against his prominent arousal. His hands frantically trailed across her skin, gripping her ass as she grinded once again.
Her core grew hotter as he moaned against her, and she pressed kissed down his jaw and neck as she began to tug at his shirt. She pulled back to look at him, holding back a moan as he rutted against her. "This okay?"
"Yes, yes, it's okay," he whined, breathless as he pressed himself between her legs. She discarded his shirt, continuing to press hot kisses down his neck and chest. She pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him back to lay down. She held her hip up away from his, grinning at his frustrated groan.
"Be patient," she warned, trailing a finger down his torso and teasing the waistband of his pants.
His hand found the clasp of her bra, fingers restlessly fidgeting against it as he looked up at her for permission. She nodded with a smile, and his swift fingers released the garment within seconds. He groaned as her breasts were exposed, bringing a hand up to one and flicking a thumb across her nipple. She faltered for a moment, hips rutting down on his as his hands teased her chest. "So gorgeous, darling, perfect."
She felt silly for blushing at his words, the simple compliment turning her insides to jelly even as they were half naked. He smirked and pulled her down to him, pressing his tongue against her lips and sighing at the feel of her chest against his. Tav snaked a hand between them, delicate fingers brushing against his length. His responding moan send shivers down her spine, encouraging her to press her fingers against him harder.
He rutted against her hand, grabbing any part of her he could reach. He pulled away enough to whine out a "please," and Tav swiftly unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them off. His hardened length strained against his underwear, a growing damp spot evidence of his desire.
He whined as she pressed her palm against him, and he grabbed her wrist to still her movements. She glanced up at him, concern in her face. He panted, shifting involuntarily to try and gain friction. "As much as I love what your doing," he trailed his other hand up her thigh, coming to a stop at the waistband of her pants, "I want to taste you. Please."
Tav couldn't stop the whine that fell from her lips, his words sending an entire new wave of desire through her. She nodded, moving to help him remove her pants. Once she was fully bare above him, his eyes burned with lust as he stared at her glistening cunt. Tav didn't have any time to be insecure before his hands gripped her waist and tugged her up his body, settling her spread legs just above his lips.
He quirked a brow at her, silently asking permission. His breath tickled her folds, making her groan with her words. "Oh, fuck, yes."
His hands gripped her ass firmly as he pulled her core down against his lips, his tongue immediately flicking against her swollen clit and teasing her entrance. She threw her head back with a moan and tangled her fingers in his hair, involuntarily rutting against his mouth.
His tongue was quick, flitting between her clit and dipping into her core with precision. She half worried that she would suffocate him with her thighs before she remembered that he was undead.
Tav swore as his lips closed around her clit, sucking harshly and sending her eyes into the back of her head. Her muscles tensed as he lapped at her, core tightening as he brought her closer to the edge.
"Fuck, just like that! I'm gonna-"
He hummed against her, sending vibrations through her core and pushing her over the edge. He didn't pull away until came down from her high, tongue coaxing her through it.
With a sigh, Tav adjusted herself back to where she was, leaning down to kiss him and sighing when she tasted herself on his lips. "You taste delightful," he muttered between kisses.
His cock throbbed beneath the restraint of his underwear, and Tav couldn't help but roll her hips against him. "Don't tease me, darling."
She did it again, pulling back to look him in the eyes. "Do you want this?"
"More than anything."
She smiled at him, one of pure admiration, and then hastily rid him of his underwear. He sighed when her core brushed against his painfully hard cock, tightening his hold on her waist. She leaned down to peck him on the lips before lifting her hips, stroking him teasingly as she lined them up.
With one last look of confirmation, she pressed her cunt against his tip, her tight hole swallowing him torturously slow. His gaze was heavy on their joined bodies, fingers digging into her waist as he groaned.
The stretch was pleasant, brushing against her walls as she slowly lowered onto him. She sighed as her clit brushed against her pelvis, his cock now fully sheathed inside of her. She stilled for a moment, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips.
The movement shifted them slightly, making him groan against her lips. She smirked, lifting her hips slowly. With a hand on his chest to steady herself, she sent him a cheeky wink and sank back down. His eyes darted all over her body as she rode him, watching her tits bounce, staring as her cunt swallowed him up. "You feel so good, filling me up," she whined, thrusts getting faster.
His moans grew louder at her praise, hands pressing tighter against her hips and guiding her down against him. "Such a good boy, letting me ride you."
He sat up, pulling her against him and matching her thrusts. He whined, pressing sloppy kisses against her throat as he rutted into her. "Please, feels so good," he whined, fangs brushing the delicate skin of her neck. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing him into her neck.
"So, so good for me, such a good boy," she moaned, thrusts becoming rougher, "you wanna cum inside me?"
He groaned, cock twitching inside her as she tightened around him. "Please, please, so close, I'm so close-"
"Bite me," she whispered, "c'mon baby, cum inside me while you sink your teeth into my neck."
His orgasm crashed over him just as he sank his fangs into her, the sweet tang of her blood coaxing forward his release. She soon followed, moaning as he painted her walls and drank his fill.
He pulled away from her neck, pressing his lips against hers and smearing her blood into her mouth. She whined into the kiss, cunt clenching with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
He pulled back, eyes swimming with emotion as he studied her face, their sweating bodies clinging together. "I love you."
She smiled before kissing him softly. "I love you too."
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