#can feel it through my veins... oh and my sore eyes

[pipthepiper]

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅| 18+, gn!reader (no pronouns or bodily description), blowjobs/oral, virgin!viktor, sub!viktor if you squint, language/dirty talk, light praise, viktor begs/says please a lot, some deepthroating, first time actually writing for arcane pls forgive any mistakes T^T) | 0.3k words.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅| viktor loml… i hope this was okay and that y’all enjoyed! i’m so obsessed with arcane and i’m only 4 eps in (viktor and vi are my f/os). thank you so much for reading!! <3

sucking virgin!viktor until he’s absolutely trembling, thighs tense and pretty moans dropping from his lips like a mantra.

“hah, oh, fuck — ‘s so deep, feels so good,” he’s babbling incoherently, hips thrusting up in small humps to fuck his cock deeper into your throat. he’s big, stretching you out in all directions and offering your jaw a pleasant ache.

“so, so good — faster, please,” viktor whines, eyes cinched shut and jaw clenched in pleasure; he’s so close to absolutely losing it, wrapped up in the nirvana of your plump lips around him, cock hard and leaking and throbbing.

you bob your head down against his humps and hollow your cheeks, tongue laving over the thick vein on the underside of his dick, pulling a full body shiver from the man spread out in the chair.

“shit — mhmm, fuck, do that again, please.”

you can tell he’s close already, balls and cock both twitching with every slide into your mouth, moans escalating and torso jerking. you repeat your previous action over and over again, until viktor is nearly combusting beneath you —

“co-coming — fuck, it’s — hurry, get off, please. i don’t want to —”

you don’t let viktor finish; instead, you put more enthusiasm behind your movements, one hand shooting up to wrap around his shaft and twist. you’re dead set on making him bust, gut heated and churning at the feel of his dick kicking up against your palate.

he’s absolute putty, body trembling and convulsing as he sinks his fingers into your hair and grips.

“wait, fuck — hah — coming!” viktor uses his leverage to push your head down, cockhead spearing past your tonsils and pulling a gag from your throat. he’s thick and hot inside your throat, dick twitching hard as ropes shoot from his tip, splattering against the walls of your esophagus and causing your eyes to roll back.

everything about viktor is thick in this moment — his fingers, his voice, his cock, his cum; and it’s driving you absolutely insane, sore throat working overtime to swallow down every drop your mouth is milking from him.

“ooh, shiiiit,” viktor moans as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth, fucking himself gently through his orgasm. “so good… oh, fuck, ‘s wonderful… can we go again, please?”

[star2fishmeg]

Luke dirty talk. That’s all.

Hips driving in and out of you at a brutal pace, the veins on his forearms popping as he rests one beside your head, his other hand gripping the mattress as his curls stick to his forehead. Your arms wind around his broad shoulders, gripping tight and you dig your nails into his muscles, the overwhelming euphoria wiping your mind of any coherent thoughts other than the stretch of Luke's cock dragging against your walls. He smirks against your neck, his breath hot and ragged, soaking in your high-pitched moans as if they were a melody.

"That's it. Hold me tighter," he murmurs into your ear, trailing wet kisses along your cheek until his lips brush against yours. Tell me how I make you feel. Need to know if I'm treating you well, angel."

Both your mouths move desperately against each other, tongues lapping and saliva dribbling from the corners of lips as you're whimpering into him, wanton moans burst from you when he thrusts deep into the crevices of inside you. Your fingers trace to his nape, carding through the curls and pulling firmly to pull his mouth from yours, now swollen and pink from how much he's been kissing you. Deep groans vibrate through Luke's chest but his smirk returns hearing little raw whimpers float from your throat that match the pace of his thrusts. It's almost impossible for you to keep quiet, the pleasurable warmth that flows through you the harder he fucks embraces you and coaxes you into almost becoming limp.

Luke's eyes flutter close, and he rests his forehead against yours, gritting his teeth as a surge of energy bursts through him and you think he couldn't rut any harder but now he's splitting you in two.

"Fuck! Makin' such pretty noises, f'me. Don't stop, don't fucking stop, y/n. Say my name, please, say it. Want you to tell them who I am, who takes good care of you, tell them,"

"Lu...Luke!" you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you hook your legs around his waist, his guttural moan intertwining with yours when you feel him sink deeper, wet walls against his pulsing cock, "Luke, Luke...oh Luke!"

"Go on, angel, tell your roommates how fucking good I make you feel." He dips to your neck, teeth nipping at the supple skin and sucking purple blossoms before running his tongue over the bruises. If there's one thing that makes his dick twitch inside you, it's seeing his marks over your skin while your voice gradually fills your room with elongated moans and his name in airy breaths. "Tell them who's been keepin' you company. How fuckin' loud you can really be f'me."

Luke cups your cheek in his big hand, thumb caressing your cheekbone as his half-lidded eyes glazed in a wild lust steady on yours and he licks his lips, fascinated with how you writhe and wail out in elation. He doesn't say anything except terribly supress the grunts begging to slip from his throat but instead he runs his hand down your chest, curving over your breast and tickling your stomach until he rotates his wrist, long fingers coming into contact with your throbbing clit and you jolt at the sudden circling pressure.

"It's always the quiet ones, huh? The nastiest, do they know how much of a whore you are for me? Haven't you told them how I fucking ruin you until you're sore? How I trained your pretty pussy to fit me and only me?" You weakly shake your head, unable to formulate a word with the overstimulation strangling you. He kisses you roughly again, his voice rumbling as you're gasping at the arousal washing through you, "Good girl, squeezing me so tight, makes me wanna fuck you harder."

"So...so ful..full..." you pant, "so big, mor...more."

Your lower stomach feels hot and tight, like a knot being pulled from either end and you're unsure on how much longer you can take his carnal rutting. Your skin is damp, Luke's sweat dripping from his chest onto yours and your thighs feel strained, still wrapped around him, clinging for dear life as nails claw angry marks into his back. Your mind goes completely blank for good; jaw faltering as pathetic and incoherent whines fall off your tongue until you string together what you're begging for.

"M'gonna cum, Lu, fu...fuck wanna cum." The words disappear into the air, the slapping from your skins drowning out your measly voice. The knot in your stomach hanging on by the thread, and you need to leak over him, claim him and show him what he does to you.

He drags his fingers away from your cunt and takes them between his lips, licking them clean of your arousal before his palm softly cups your cheek again. This time he's grunting with every eager, stuttering thrust with brows knitted.

"You're not cumming until I say so," he grumbles against your lips, relishing in how you plead him to just kiss you again. But he doesn't. He lets your lips ghost while he drives his cock into your cunt animalistically, sloppily, watching you squirm as you try and do as you're told. “You’re gonna cum with me or you don’t cum at all.”

[dilfsfordinner]

“Mi amor- ngh, a- ha-” Miguel’s voice was reduced to nothing but ragged syllables slurred together, groans spilling from his lips as he bullied into your now raw and sore cunt.

Scarlet eyes were glued to your face, watching as you writhed beneath him, droplets of sweat sliding down your flushed neck, your eyes squeezed shut and eyebrows drawn up, mouth releasing little pants and moans of his name.

“Y/n- ay carajo-” he choked out, his large hand cupping your cheek to pull your attention back to him, “look at me.” With fluttering eyelashes, your watering eyes opened to latch onto him, a light groan leaving his lips at the look on your face, your expression the effect of his very targeted pace. His hips continued to snap into yours, your knees bent to cradle his shoulders, thighs pressing against your chest in a mangled hold.

Your husband wasn’t someone one would call careful, especially when it came to himself, but with you waiting for him at home he found it his personal duty to always make his way back to you. His recent mission had gone awry and he found himself hanging on the edge between life and death, the image of you in his mind his only motivation to keep pushing, and when he did come back home, you were immediately subject to his burning hunger, his need to protect and prove to himself you were safe only satiable through the form of intimacy you both loved most.

You had been in all sorts of positions already, your current being the favorite, your pliant body bent basically in half to take him. His heavy cock continued to stretch your insides to the limit, every vein lining his shaft catching on the ribs of your walls to ignite hot, blinding pleasure throughout your body.

“Araña, Migs- s’too much,” you panted, your eyes looking down to where you connected, your most sensitive area now red and practically gleaming in your shared liquids, cunt literally sucking him in, skin wrapped taut around his shaft as he pumped in and out. You couldn’t help admire him as he took you, his skin glistening with sweat; his dark hair messy, stray pieces sticking to his forehead; his muscles rippling from exertion, pure strength lining his arms as they cradled you.

“I know-” Miguel whispered, his fingers carding through your hair as he kissed along your neck, “Corazón.. I know you can take it for me.” With his sweet words, he upped the intensity, strong legs aligned with the backs of your thighs as he pushed into you, his thick cock now completely sheathed in you. It was a feeling like none other, some pain mixing with your pleasure to enhance your senses, your lips letting out little cries as he thrusted into you, his cock visible underneath the sheet of skin covering your belly.

His movements seemed endless, every ushered word and tender kiss infinite, the only end you ever felt being the snap of pleasure in your core accompanied by a surge of thick liquid filling you, a heavy body collapsing atop your own. Miguel wasn’t careful, no, but when it came to you, he found his apathy slowly turning upside down into the pounding desire to protect and provide.

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mi amor- my love

ay carajo- oh fuck

araña- spider

corazón- sweetheart

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Kinktober day 6

Sex pollen, part 2 <3

Part 1 here!!!

Logan’s healing factor means that his body is constatly healing. Therefore, his stamina goes way beyond what should be normal for any human.

Take that ability and add in the fact that the pollen he happened to accidentally inhale is a plant that increases libido whilst extending the body’s physical limitations. Logan now has, virtually, the ability to not only fuck all night, but all day—maybe even two whole days.

He’s well-aware that your body cannot keep up with his, but the pollen has made his brain fuzzy and all he can feel is this raw desire to fuck and fuck and fuck you until he’s ensured you’ll have his baby.

That’s why you’re currently spread out on a lab desk, one leg dangling off the edge while the other is up on Logan’s shoulder.

He’s grunting and groaning like a fucking animal, his hips slamming into you hard enough to bruise.

His cock has never been this hard, the veins all prominent, the head engorged and an arngry-red from all the blood flowing to it.

He’s made you come…five? No, six or seven times. And he’s not even close to done. He hasn’t even reached his first orgasm.

You’ve been running tests on the plant, studying it and its components for a while now. You know that Logan’s body will not be done with just one release. It’s going to take at least three orgasms for his body to finally get rid of the pollen and its effects. You just hope you’ll survive through all that.

He gasps, leaning his head down, his pupils blown wide as he wtches your cunt take his entire cock without restraint.

“Fuck, look at her. So pretty, so ready to give me a baby,” he groans, reaching a hand down to spread your folds open. He watches himself slip in and out of you, the way your pussy creams all over him, the way he’s fucking you sore.

“L-Logan,” you say weakly, voice hoarse from moaning and screaming, almost stupid with pleasure. “You can’t—You can’t get me pregnant,” you tell him through the haze.

He growls. “‘f course I ca. ‘s a matter of whether or not I should,” he replies, groaning.

Fuck, you want it. You want it so bad. The idea of giving him a baby…But how will you explain that to the others? You and Logan aren’t even dating, but you’re willing to carry his child?

Logan’s eyes meet yours. He’s nearing his first orgasm.

“Bub, look at me,” he says firmly, grunting as his cock slams all the way into you, the tip meeting your cervix. “Look at me.”

Through half-lidded eyes that keep fluttering shut, you glance at him, whimpering, tears filling your eyes from the overstimulation.

“Please, lemme come in you. Please, I need to,” he tells you, his voice almost breaking. “Please. Fuck, I wanna fill you up so bad. Don’t deny me this, please…”

Oh, God. You want it, you want it so much. It feels so good and you like him so much.

You allow yourself a moment of fuck it when you reply, “Y-yeah, alright. You can come in me, Lo.”

It doesn’t take long for Logan’s cock to twitch, his mouth falling open as he comes in you. Rope after rope of his thick load fill you up, the creamy substance spurting into you. There’s so much of it, that it spills out of you even as he keeps shallowly thrusting into you, still coming.

Even once he’s come down from his climax, Logan’s cock remains hard, and he knows he has so much more to give you.

His eyes, still wild with that animalistic need, meet yours. “You think you can handle some more, bub?” he asks, hands moving to angle your hips in a position that makes you feel fuller than you already did.

“I-I think so,” you reply breathlessly.

His eyes darken dangerously and he smirks. “That’s my girl.”

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Mmmm this one’s not my best, but I hope you al enjoy it babes!!!

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Injured (Alexia's Version) VII

Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader

Summary: You get sick again

For matches that aren't important and are played outside of Spain, you don't go with Mami.

You spend time with Olga and Jaume at home and watch Alexia on the tv.

Currently, she's in Germany for a friendly. It had been a good match, a draw that helped the staff work out rotations and different on-pitch chemistry between players.

Now though, Alexia has dipped out of dinner early to give her family a call.

Olga picks up, obviously. It's late in Spain but still a little too early for Olga to be dressed in her pyjamas.

"Hi," Alexia says," How are you? How are the kids?"

Olga gives her a little tight lipped smile. "We've got the case of the sniffles today."

The camera flips to display you and your brother.

Jaume has gotten older now and is developing at an alarming rate to Alexia. You hadn't hit your milestones for ages while Jaume seems to be hitting all of his early.

He's sitting up by himself and babbling and trying to crawl now and Alexia hates how quickly he's growing up.

He's in his pyjamas too, one of your very old train-patterned onesies, and he's sitting right next to you as you run one of your electric trains around the track.

Your hair is messy and sticking upright and your nose is all red and you keep sniffing and wiping at it.

Alexia's eyes dart to Jaume and she notices the red flush to his cheeks.

He sneezes suddenly and it seems to spark you into your own round of sneezes.

Something in Alexia's stomach curdles and she sits upright in bed.

"How bad is it? Are they okay? Have you taken them to the hospital yet?"

Flashes come to Alexia's mind, of that horrible time when you both had meningitis and all the horror that came with it.

"It's just the sniffles," Olga assures her but the swirling of her stomach doesn't stop," And some sore throats. They've had some medicine and we've been having a pj day today."

"I'll come home," Alexia says. She props her phone up on the table and starts packing. She doesn't even fold her clothes, just callously throwing them back into her suitcase.

"Alexia...We're fine here, I promise."

"No." Panic creeps into Alexia's body now, coursing through her veins like adrenaline. "No, I'll come home. It's fine. You can't be expected to take care of two sick kids at once and-"

"Olga?"

Your sweet voice on the phone cuts Alexia off and she falls silent.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"My head hurts."

"Oh, I'm sorry, bambi."

The phone moves until it's propped up on something and Alexia is greeted by the sight of Olga sitting down on the floor, pulling you into her lap.

Her hand immediately goes to check your temperature.

"We've got another hour before I can give you some more medicine," She says," Do you think you can last until them?"

You nod, picking up your controller and making your train whizz around the track again.

Jaume cocks his head to the side, looking between you and Olga before he bum shuffles even closer and attempts to clamber into your lap like you're sitting in Olga's.

It's a sweet scene and Alexia would have loved to coo over it had she not been racked with guilt at leaving while two sickly children were still at home.

She can't even understand how Irene leaves Mateo like this and he was more prone to illness than you and Jaume ever were.

The call lasts for hours and Alexia remains mostly silent.

You get to hold the phone while Olga takes Jaume to bed and you look at the screen with Alexia's face on it with a little frown.

"When are you coming home, Mami?"

You sound so hopeful that Alexia almost bursts into tears that instant, already feeling her throat closing up slightly.

She pushes through the feeling though and replies," Soon, bambi. I'm going to get on a flight as soon as it's your bedtime and I should be home by the time that you wake up."

You sniff though it only serves to make your nose feel even more stuffy. "Mami," You say," Are me and Jaume gonna have to go to hospital? I don't want to see the mean man again."

"No, bambi," Alexia assures you," You're not going to see the mean man. It's just the sniffles. You take your medicine and you'll be completely fine."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Despite Olga's words, Alexia makes her excuses to the staff and gets the first flight back to Barcelona.

It's dark when she gets home and she orders a taxi to bring her right to the doorstep. She fiddles with her keys for a bit, completely missing the keyhole multiple times in her haste to get in.

Jaume's bedroom is first on her way up the stairs so Alexia dips into his room to check on him. He's peacefully asleep, cuddled up with one of the stuffed trains you gave him a few weeks ago.

His cheeks are still a little red and his nose is definitely blocked but apart from that he looks healthy enough and Alexia heads straight into your room.

It's dark so she picks her way through it carefully only to find that you're not in your bed.

You're sick and not in your bed.

Blind panic settles under Alexia's skin as she looks around wildly, tripping over your train track in her hurry to wrench open your wardrobe door.

You're not there either and Alexia stubs her toe as she forces your door open to burst into her own room, intent on telling Olga that someone's broken in and kidnapped you.

"Alexia?" Olga's wide awake, sitting up in bed with a book. "What is it?"

You're lying next to her, fast asleep though you look a tad distressed. Your hand is tight around the fabric of Olga's shirt and you're breathing heavily out of your mouth because your nose is all stuffed up.

"I came home," Alexia says.

"I know," Olga replies," I waited up."

"I checked on Jaume. He looks better."

"He is. They both are. Little miss just needed someone to sleep next to tonight. She was scared the doctor was coming to take her."

Alexia changes quickly, slipping into bed on your other side and curling around you.

"And you swear it's just the sniffles?"

"Just the sniffles," Olga says," They'll be good in a few days."

And you are.

Though Alexia hovers incessantly for almost a week afterwards.

[athforskz]

How To Ruin Designer - Hwang Hyunjin

Masterlist

pairing: idol Versace prince Hyunjin x afab reader

wc: 1.7k

type: requested. Smut with little plot.

warnings: mention of alcohol consumption, fingering (f. rec), unprotected, anal play, foot play, anal penetration (f. rec), squirting. MDNI! I think that’s it?

not proof-read

a/n: This was inspired by when Hyunjin admitted he was drunk at the Versace after party. Rewatching those clips were so much funnier after finding that out 💀

Enjoy lovelies!

There was a feather light tickle on the crown of your head that made your eyes flutter open. It was Hyunjin peacefully sleeping, his chest pressed against your back and his face buried in your hair. The sun made your vision a little blurred as you came to, the memories from last night flooding back. You were still in last night’s dress, it being tight and uncomfortable to sleep in, but you looked stunning according to everyone else at the event. The after party left you and Hyunjin more than a little buzzed which explains being mostly clothed and barely making it to the bed last night. You rubbed the heel of your palms to your eyes as if wiping the remaining sleep from your face.

You went to move, but halted once Hyunjin groaned and pulled you closer. As tempting as it sounds to stay in bed with your beloved all day, you felt an overwhelming need to get out of last night’s dress and shower. If you were uncomfy, you could only imagine how restricted Hyunjin felt in his tight leather pants.

You went to move again then froze instantly, your butt pressed against something hard. Oh, that’s right… he didn’t feel all that restricted because his pants were halfway down his thighs. Your dress was halfway above your butt, and you could feel the tip of his hardened cock peek through the waistband of his boxers. No wonder you felt like your panties were out of place. You both may have been drunk last night but that definitely didn’t stop either of you from getting in a quick session before passing out.

With your cheeks thoroughly blushing, you tried once more to untangle yourself from your boyfriend’s form, “no leaving.” You startled at his gravely morning voice. When did he even wake up? “Hyune, I just want to get out of these clothes. I feel gross.” You immediately felt his hands slip along your back to reach the zipper of the dress, “what are you doing?” you inquired.

“What does it look like? You want it off so we’re getting it off.” He said matter-of-factly. You could practically hear the side-eye in his voice. “Well I wanted to take a shower too,” you murmured while scooting your way off the bed. His hands grabbed either side of your hips and pulled you back so forcefully that your upper back was flush with his toned chest. “I told you, no leaving. We can shower later, my love.” He mumbled with his lips kissing along your exposed back.

You couldn’t help the little moan that escaped once his lips made contact with your exposed skin. Your body was always more sensitive the morning after a night out. Maybe it was because of all the adrenaline previously rushing through your veins? Nevermind that, Hyunjin was making himself busy rubbing his hands down your hips to the front of your thighs, then snaking them up under your hiked dress.

“Jinnie, we can’t.. I’m still sore,” you weakly protested. Thighs snapping closed to shut out his hand, the action making him groan. “C’mon doll, ya know I can make you feel better. Wouldn’t you like that baby? I promise I’ll be gentle.” His voice was like velvet, so deep yet so smooth in the mornings. You’d do anything he says when he talks to you in that voice; well you would do anything for him regardless, but that’s beside the point. “Open up for me… that’s it,” he praised as you barely spread your legs for him to allow access for his slender fingers to reach that sweet cunt of yours.

Hyunjin’s touch was feather light as he ran his fingertips through your slick folds. Some of his cum from last night had leaked out of your entrance allowing his movements to be even more slippery than usual. “Fuck- Hyune,” you gasped once his middle and ring finger breached inside your walls. “Mmh?” He groaned as if asking a silent question while kissing along the curve of your waist, his tongue poking out of his mouth to trace your form. Hyunjin’s fingers repeatedly delved into your fluttering pussy in time with the languid strokes he circled onto your clit with his thumb. “T-too sensitive,” it came out as a whine. “I know baby, I know.” He marked each word with a kiss.

The hand that wasn’t working your core was free to push up your dress even further. The pesky piece of clothing getting in the way of your lover's next goal: your ass. Once exposed, Hyunjin sunk his teeth into the supple flesh causing your back to arch and your legs to kick. You took the opportunity to place the sole of your foot directly on his hard leaky tip. He hissed as he grinded his hardened length into your heel, the friction making his eyes roll back temporarily.

Even during his humping of your foot his hands never stopped their mission in pleasuring your body. He curved his fingers that were in your heat to massage that spongey spot that drove you wild and pushing you closer to the edge, “ah g’na cum p-please~” you bit your lip to keep from screaming. “Yeah? Go on, doll. Cum on my fingers,” Hyunjin pistoned his digits at a steady pace, but what sent you over the edge was the feeling of his warm wet tongue pressing against your tight rim. Your orgasm washed over you thoroughly causing a scream to rip from your throat and juices to gush into his palm.

“So fucking good, love.” He said with his tongue still lapping at your puckered hole, but you didn’t quite hear him because your head was in the clouds and your body seemed to turn into putty in Hyunjin’s hands. You hadn’t even noticed when he stopped and moved your body down so your butt pressed along his solid cock. The humping he did on your foot earlier had caused his boxers to fall further off his hips, now he had full access to you. Hyunjin’s heavy breath mirrored your own as he ran his member through your still gushing pussy. Every few strokes the tip would catch on your entrance causing your breath to hitch. You thought he’d eventually push in to your clenching heat, but he had other ideas.

Once his cock was thoroughly wetted he lined himself up, “babe, no please.. it’s still sore,” you pleaded half-heartedly. Hyunjin let out a snort, “won’t be the only thing that’s sore, baby.” You could hear the smirk in his voice and before you could grasp what he meant, it was too late. The end of his cock breached your other hole, making the both of you moan in unison. It’s not like this was the first time you and Hyunjin had done anal, but it was the first time you had done it with little to no prep. Regardless, you were very accustomed to Hyunjin’s dick and he knew your body would be able to adjust fine; that’s just the kind of trust you had in each other. Plus, you had an established safe word if it was actually too much.

“So damn tight, doll- fuck,” he groaned while sinking ever so slowly into your second entrance. You squealed as his cock filled you so well, anytime he was fully seated inside you your brain and body felt nothing but burning pleasure. Hyunjin was such a romantic that every time you both got intimate with each other the passion would be off the charts. He grabbed your chin, turning you back to connect your lips. Once adjusted to his full length you began circling your hips, Hyunjin swallowed every moan you let out.

Hyunjin lifted your top leg placing it back on his hip then used the same fingers that previously pumped your pussy to rub at your bundle of nerves. He started pulling his pelvis back to pump into your tightness and match your pace. Wet skin smacking echoed throughout the room along with his grunts, the sounds of sloppily making out, and your muffled moans. Each time you’d fully connect he could feel your ass jiggle on his lower abdomen and somehow that’s what drove him feral.

Hyunjin picked up the pace chasing his high while still drawing messy circles on your clit. You pulled away slightly from his mouth, still close enough to breathe each other’s air while whining louder at his assault on your tight hole. “H-hyune, baby slow d-down,” you whimpered. You reached a hand back to lightly push at his lower abdominals to tell him to ease up but really you didn’t want him to slow down. He knew you didn’t because you were so close and he could tell. “But you’re taking me so well. I know you wanna cum, baby. You always cum so hard when I fuck your sweet tight ass.” He stated with a rough smack to your butt then gripped it firmly. His other hand that was circling your clit slapped your wet pussy over and over again making your body ever closer to snapping.

As if on queue your body shivered and white hot pleasure enveloped your senses causing both of your holes to flutter and clench. The spanks to your clit making you squirt. You heard Hyunjin groaning behind you as he released, flooding your ass with his cum. Hyunjin hid his face in your neck to catch his breath before moving. Your body was still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Both of you are covered in sweat.

A few minutes pass and his cock softens enough to pull out without causing much fuss. Hyunjin looks at where you two were previously connected and takes in the mess you two have made. “I don’t think Versace is going to want these pants back,” he chuckled and you were mortified once you saw that your juices had not only soaked the bed but also the designer pants your boyfriend was half wearing. “Why didn’t you take him off?!” He shrugged, “not my fault I get hypnotized by my incredibly attractive muse.” You facepalmed as your blush gave away your utter embarrassment.

How were you two supposed to explain this? Oops sorry, we got kinda carried away this morning and got cum all over your super expensive designer clothes. Yeah, right.

During your inner turmoil you didn’t notice Hyunjin get out of bed. He was now standing in front of you with his hand outstretched.

“How ‘bout that shower now, hm?”

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[pennymart]

ovipositor neuvi and his pretty lil gf *dreamy sigh*

CW: afab! Reader, female genitalia, pregnancy/impregnating (I think that’s I what I can tag) ovipositor/oviposition, breeding, egg transfer? 😭 use of eggs? Idk the word for sex Infront of a mirror is

I don’t actually know how it works and Google did not help me so yippie

Straight to the point

Sweet, gentle, and emotional husband Neuvillete who just wants a family with poor you, who unfortunately isn’t all to familiar with how dragons work.

In his defense he did try and explain to you that it’s not gonna be the Normal way that humans create a baby. I mean.. sure, you two connect at the end but it’s just… different…

Sweet dragon Neuvillete who made sure to prep you and get you as stretched and comfortable before he got to work. Eating you out and going for several rounds in different positions. So he’s sure you at least some what ready, well, the bigger the dragon the bigger the stretch, at least he thinks.

“Just try and relax, it’ll hurt but I’m sure you can take it,” he muttered as he nuzzled into your neck. Your legs spread wide, both his and your body facing the mirror, one of his pretty cocks buried deep in your pussy, a faint glow pulsed at the veins. He was ready, he just needed to make sure you were before he started. He takes his hands under your legs to create a wider opening as he trusted a few extra times, a few moans leaving your dry throat.

“Just go slow…” your voice trembled, eyes now focused on his cock in the mirror, While he can’t exactly slow the process, he can keep it from overwhelming you, so he nods, one of his hands going to hold yours as support. It took a mere second before a large swell at his base was visible that went upwards and pressing at your entrance, you took a shaky breath watching carefully as it squeezed its way into your opening. “Oh god—“ you shuddered, smaller hand squeezing his larger one, “You’ll feel a stretch,” he said in a comforting way, his other hand that had been holding your leg wide, now moving to play with your clit to relax you into the stretch.

The swell slowly slipped in, moving through your walls and into its place. One egg in, now how many left? Neuvillete’s hand held you head as he kissed at your forehead and hair to comfort you and silently praise you for taking the first egg so well. Unfortunately, to make this process much easier, he’s gonna need to get deeper, as gently as he could he positioned you in a full nelson, body on full display in-front of the mirror, allowing himself to fit deeper into your stretched pussy. Tip smushing against your open cervix (???). The second swell at his base now pushing through, easily passing through his cock and smoothly into your opening, as did the third, forth, and fifth.

Five full eggs that left a bump on your tummy, Neuvillete lowered your legs and rubbed at your hips with his thumbs, soothing the spots that will grow sore within a few hours. “You did so well my love, wonderfully done..” he kissed at your sweaty and flushed face, calming down your racing heart and achy body.

To be parents soon, but what a process… on the bright side, you know what to expect if he ever gets baby fever, good thing he’s not sure what that is.

This is probably so ooc, I haven’t played genshin for a few days and forgot how my baby girl acts ☹️

Once again I’m not great at writing and my research in this ovipositor stuff was not successful. Pls don’t judge me idk what I am doing

[shaisuki]

Hello!

I'm in looooveeee with ur work <3

So I wanted to ask if you could do a fic about yandere toji who kidnapped chubby darling... but still degrades her....and after chubby darling has had enough, she lashes out on him. He punishes her (　＾ω＾)

and chubby darling escapes the first chance she gets to do so ( i would love a scene where darling tries to fight toji off!! )

I love your works ♡♡♡

Thanks for reading this !

Byee (^-^)/

(*ゝω･*)

there isn't a way to fight someone like toji.

he was built for the violence and anything that entails with it. killing someone is easy as ripping a paper and toji with his reputation as an assassin didn't sit with you well. knowing you were in his grasp with no way out.

since the day where he introduced you to your new home, it was hell. you were the outlet for his frustrations while you played the dutiful role of a housewife. a warm meal served to him when he comes home while he earns the cold cash. a clean home that devoid of any dirt and unwashed laundry that would had last for days without you and a pussy for him to warm his cock whenever he wants it and a body to use as an outlet for his frustrations.

the first time you showed resistance to him, you ended up with a sore ass that if he took it even further you'll end up with blistered skin from how harsh the spanking was and from how rough he was when he took you.

it was a warning to never do it again and if you did it again, you were dead meat long time ago. you didn't resist after that and you played along to his whims that it almost drove you crazy. you're not going to get chummy from a assassin who took you away from home. never.

doesn't mean that you never counted the days, crossing out the dates in the calendar will you ever be free to him.

sweat trickled down your forehead when you hear the front door open. his steps heavy and dull thud can be heard. you never pry what his bag contains. it was not your business and you don't want to be involved in whatever shady dealings he had.

you listened for a moment. toji can be unpredictable at times. sometimes when he lost in his gambling, he'll come home with that irritating look on his face and he calls for you. telling you to put him in a good mood and you never say anything and you take it with your lips sealed and movements that was almost robotic. it's only temporary is what you console yourself.

a shiver went down your spine when you felt toji's presence behind you. it feels like he wasn't almost there that's what got you here in the first place. you didn't see him coming. “what're you doin' princess.” you ignored him. biting the inside of your cheek to avoid any remarks that you will regret.

the brute of a man ignored your silence and his eyes travels to the sundress you wore. fitting like a glove to your plush body. “looking pretty, dressing up for someone?” he sneers. cupping your sex behind you, his breath fanning your round cheek. you try not to wince.

“as if you'll let me go outside to meet someone.” you bite your tongue after that but you realize it's too late. well, might as continue it. say the things you'll get punished for.

a almost wheeze escapes through your lips. your hands scratching his arm but despite that, he remains unfazed. trying to pry his hands off you that is wrapping around your throat. it was enough to choke you without much cutting your air supply.

toji's voice were gravelly as he spoke. shaking his head in a manner that he can't believe what he was seeing and hearing. “you still have the fire in you and i thought you lost it after shaping you to be my own personal bitch.”

“fuck you.” a choked gasp coming from you when he tightens his grip around your throat. “i'll never submit to someone like you.” wincing as you see the veins in his arms bulge and you were really pissing him off.

toji licks his lips. dragging to where his scar is. “oh, really?” he snarls. his eyes darkening like he wants to kill. his bloodlust was all over and you can feel it. “let me see if i won't make you submit by doing thi–”

shards of glass came clattering on the cold floor. your hands came scrambling to whatever stuff it can get on and the vase was the first thing you had grabbed and without hesitation you slammed it to the side of his forehead. blood trickles where he was struck and it wasn't for toji to keel over. he only looks at you, annoyed like it wasn't a damage to be hit with a vase. this man took bullets and stab wounds and won't be alone defeated by being slammed with a vase.

angered by your action, with a strength that was easy for him, he slammed you to the cold marbled table of the kitchen that it almost cracked at the impact. you let out a cough. trying to get much air as you can. your air being cut off by being almost strangled let your mind forced to survived of possible scenarios to help you escape the danger you were in and without thinking, you kicked him hard as you can between his legs.

that loosens his grasp into you and giving him no more to recover, your eyes darts to the toaster resisting. it's funny how you look at it, and you doubt it can damage him further but it was better than nothing. you raised your arms holding the toaster and gathering all the anger you have for him and then slamming it behind his back. you hear him curse and without turning back, you ran.

grabbing a small bag that you prepared when push comes to shove and this was the time. after hastily putting your shoes on. you ran like the wind after slamming the door behind you.

without turning back and going for the nearest bus stop and with that, tears streamed down your face. not bothering the odd looks bystanders were giving you. cause for the first time you were free. free from that hell hole and yo his grasp. you ain't going back here and going to the farthest you only know.

this must be the taste of freedom and for the first time, you can breathe.

[leviismybby]

"Break my bed.."

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

nsfw 18+, mdni, rough sex, filth as always

Levi was never much of a gentleman, he was never too good or too bad for people but he was perfect for you. He was everything you wanted, even in moments like these, where he is rough because he is mad, not at you, at the world. Often, he keeps his emotions to himself, that's not a good thing because when they pile up like this and explode....he loses control in pleasure.

Your moans echo through the room as Levi pounds roughly into your heat, your hips up in the air, face buried in the pillow. He enjoyed this sight of you, the love bites on your back, your sweaty skin and messy hair from overstimulation, Levi will never get enough of you. His hand pulls your hair harshly, he slaps your ass. "I love how obedient you are for me, good girl." He lets go of your hair and you fall back down onto the pillow.

"Fuck Levi! Slow down-" You beg as you feel your navel get tighter and tighter with each of his thrusts. "Slow down? You told me to break your bed and that's what I am going to do." You did tell him that but you didn't that he would actually be this committed in doing so. The strong grip on your hips isn't loosening, he starts to pound into you harder, faster, loving the whimpers that leave your lips.

Your hands grip the sheets, his cock is deep in you, you feel like your legs are about to give out but Levi holds you up by your hips, making sure you feel all of him. It won't be long before you'll read your peak and Levi knows it, his hips start to slow down exactly when they don't need to. "Cumming again hmm? Cute." You can hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice before he starts to fuck you in the same restless pace as before.

Just like he wanted, the bed starts to move with each slam of his hips, the creaking sound of wood reaches his ears only giving him more motivation. "There..I'll fuck you so hard. I will break it and then buy you a new one, princess" Oh the way his voice drops so low was enough to push you over the age, your pussy started to clench on him making Levi hiss. "Such a good cunt. So perfect." Despite his rough handling of you, he has to praise you, it wouldn't be fair otherwise.

"Mhh...mhhh cumming...Levi...I'm cumming.." You moan, biting into the pillow when his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, his cock pounding you faster than before. That was it, it's what took for your legs to start shaking and your stomach to turn inside out as you came on his length. "There you go, princess. Let me fill you up, you deserve it." His voice is almost whiney as he says it before cumming deep inside of you, his cum dripping put of your pussy down on the white sheets below.

But there's a problem, your bed is still intact and Levi can't have that, so he turns your body around, spreads your legs and gets in between them. "Another..round?" You pant breathlessly, unsure of why you even asked as Levi slams back into you without another word. "The fuck you think?" He says, thrusting inside of you as you're legs wrap around him.

Both of you are sweaty and the sheets are dirty but Levi doesn't care about the mess, not now. He takes your hands and pins your wrists above your head with one hand, his other hand holds your headband as he fucks you senseless. Your mouth is wide open, quiet moans of his name escaping them. Only Levi knows how to make you like this, fuck you so good that you can't even talk anymore.

The bed slammed against the wall with each of Levi's merciless snaps into your wetness. Your pussy was swollen and you felt a little sore but you didn't want him to stop, he makes you feel like you're on could nine. "Ohh fuck princess, you're getting tight.."

The sweat from his wet hair drips onto your skin, your eyes glued on the veins that are visible on his arm from how strong his grip on the headboard is. Letting go of your hands, he grabs the wood with his other hand too, making the bed shake under you even more.

You grab onto his hips as soon as your hands are free, passionately moving your hips with his. His thrusts have slowed down but they are still hard, your back arches when you feel him hit your cervix, the mixture of pain and pleasure creating the erotic feeling that will surely make you cum soon again.

"You're so fucking naughty aren't you, princess? Making me fuck you hard like this..." He looks at you as he moves, admiring your face which tells him that you're close. Your warm walls clamp down on him and Levi lets out a growl, he stops his movements for a second. "Remember..." He leans down a little closer, still holding onto the bed. "You asked for this."

He starts to fuck you so hard that his thrusts send shocks down your spine, the wood stats to crack, it's going to break soon if he doesn't stop and you know that he won't. Each of his snaps hit your deep spot, making you moan loudly. He has ever fucked you like this and you're far from complaining.

"I can't...Levi! I can't anymore!" You whine as your fingers scrape down his back, you feel his muscles under your fingertips. This is what you needed, it's what you asked for and you're getting it now. "Oh fuck yeah...cum for me princess, fucking cum for me.." And he doesn't have to say it twice as white pleasure washes all over your body and you cum again.

Levi doesn't stop moving, he is still going until the bed breaks beneath you both, the headboard he was holding on, cracked from his powerful grip. "Shit shit...oh fuck!" He moans as he fills you up with his seed, he fucks you through his orgasm until finally, falling on top of you.

"Damn..." You whisper as you trace his back with your fingertips. "You really did break my bed..."

"I told you already." He looks at you. "I'll always give you anything you ask for."

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[whimsicalpolitical]

Perfect - Matty Healy

sweet sweet aftercare ‘cause of this ask

content warning: 18+ mdni, p in v, kinda rough matty in the beginning, dirty talk, spanking, aftercare

You know right then and there, nothing you will ever experience for the rest of your life will feel as good as the drag of his cock inside you. You feel every ridge, every vein, every twitch.

You feel like you lose consciousness for a second, but regain it with the brutal snap of his hips. Very quickly he finds a pace he likes and sticks with it.

You scream out on instinct, and seconds later you are met with his hand across your mouth.

"Be fuckin' quiet." Matty snaps. He pulls you up by your shoulders, your back against his front. You'd never been in this position before, his cock is so deep inside you, you are seeing stars. You are whining against his hand and letting him use you like a toy. He is splitting you open and you fucking love it.

“Moan ‘round my hand all you want, m’ gonna fucking use you.”

"Shit, this is my perfect pussy." He says, his pace increasing as you feel the head of him brush something deep inside of you. You feel impossibly full, pleasure coursing through every vein of your body just letting him take you in any way he needs.

You squirm around him, trying to move a bit, to make you both feel better.

You feel a harsh slap on your ass next.

“Quit your fuckin’ brat shit.”

A whine slips from your lips, it’s been to long since you’ve felt his kiss. “Matty.”

“What? Hm?” He asks, “tell me your color.”

“Yellow- green-ish.”

You so badly want him close, to feel his lips on yours, kiss until your lips are red and wet from his tongue.

“What d’you need, darlin’?”

“Kiss.”

Matty chuckles and pulls your hair until your head is falling back. He collides his lips with yours. It’s an open mouth kiss, his hips not stilling but moving even more. You moan into his mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

“Alright?”

You nod before letting your head fall back down.

“God, my good girl, s’ it green now?”

“Yes, yes, all green.”

“S’ all it takes, a kiss from me? Pathetic.”

That makes your eyes roll back in your head. You love when he humiliates you.

"You’re a slut f’me, only f’me, understand?”

“Only f-for you.”

The white hot pleasure rolls inside of you, sparking every where it can like a frayed wire and igniting fires inside of you. He strucks down on your ass, leaving a red mark.

“That’s right.”

“Oh fuck- matty.”

He sneaks a hand around you and rubs your clit in circles, and relishes in your bitten back moans and cries for his name being muted by the roughness of his hand. He feels your muscles going limp underneath him. He feels you squeezing him tightly.

"You gonna cum baby? Go ahead, soak my cock." His voice just above a whisper.

You soak his stomach, his thighs, yourself, cumming all over him but his pace doesn’t relent. He's using you. Sliding in and out while holding your body upright against him. He's ruining you even more than before, the sound of your wetness squelching with the crack of his hips. You feel like you are going to die, in the best way. If you died right now with his cock inside of you, it wouldn't be too bad.

You feel his hips falter, and you know he is close.

The moans he is choking back sound like heaven. The whisper of your name on his lips does something cynical to you.

"Where d’you want it, love? Gonna let me fill you up? Mark you as mine?” He manages.

"In. Inside. Need to feel it, Matty, mark me.”

Not even a second later you feel it pour through you, the warmth of it filling up your cunt and dripping out of your hole. He pulls out and watched himself drip out of you. It is pornographic. He runs the tip of his cock through your folds to push it back inside you, gasping when it hits your swollen clit.

“Matty-“ you whine, the soreness already starting to get you to feel a bit shit.

“You should see yourself, all filled up with my cum, s’perfect.” He leans down to kiss your lower back, signalizing you that it’s fine to turn around and drop down against the mattress. “You’re perfect.”

You smile sleepily and lay down on the blanket, too exhausted to wrap the blanket around you and you already know he’s going to clean you up.

“Be a good girl now and stay awake.”

“Mhm.”

You sound displeased and that’s because your behind is much more sorer then any other body part. It stings and that’s why you try to find a comfortable position.

Matty stands at the edge of the bed putting on a white Calvin Klein boxer.

“baby, take it easy, and lay on your stomach. I’m gonna take care of you.”

His voice is more distant.

“Where are you going?” You ask, a little bit panic in your voice as if he didn’t just tell you he’s going to take care of you.

“Just going to the bathroom, I’m gonna grab a few things, I’ll be right back, love, don’t worry.”

“No, please,” you plead.

“Love,” Matty begins to walk towards the bed, “have to clean you up.”

“Later, matt,” you sound drowsy with your eyes closed and your hands trying to reach Matty’s body.

Matty hums and lays down on the bed, your head falls onto his chest and even though he’s now next to you, you’re still hurt. He, of course, notices.

He loops his arm around your leg pulling it over his own, his hand then travels to your red ass rubbing slow circles on your skin.

You relax under his touch, your breathing slowing down.

“That’s it, my love,” he whispers, “you’re so perfect, d’you know that? You always do so well for me.”

You don’t answer, too tired to move or talk.

“Baby, don’t fall asleep, you have to use the toilet and I have to clean you up.”

You shake your head and smile, “kiss me first?”

“Of course,” he laughs.

He leans down more, aware of the fact that you’re physically exhausted, breaking his neck while doing so. But he doesn’t care the second your lips intertwine with his. You don’t have much strength to kiss him as deeply as you do most of the time, but he doesn’t care at all.

“How about a quick shower?” He asks.

This time you don't try to speak. Your tongue is like a lead weight in your mouth and your brain is running on dial-up. The best you can do is to cling to him, hiding your face in the curve of his neck and hoping he'll understand that your firm hold on him is a request for him to tighten his own arms around you, until you're sure you won't float away. He reciprocates and it makes you feel more secure immediately.

"Can you answer me?" He murmurs, all sweet solicitation, lips brushing the top of your head in this new airtight position.

"Baby. I wanna hear your voice."

"Mhm," you manage.

Matty rewards you by rubbing your back in slow circles. His hand feels nice on your bare skin. The way you love him is too big for words. It could make you cry.

"Now?”

You shake your head and try to ignore the ache in your bones when you can't seem to get him close enough.

"Just want to stay here.”

“I know, we really need to get up now, though.”

Matty thumbs away a few stray tears, purely from pleasure, that have fallen down your cheeks. Your eyes are still a little clouded.

"c'mon, darling," Matty snakes an arm around your waist to pull you flush to him. You keep your head in the crook of his neck as he helps you to your feet and into the bathroom.

He sets you down onto the counter while he’s prepping everything, laying the softest towels down, his sweater and new panties for you.

He turns the shower on, waiting a bit until it’s warm enough. Your eyes are still a little clouded and Matty notices almost immediately.

"feeling okay?" he kisses your cheek, then your forehead, and finally your lips.

You nod, face flushing. "more than okay." Matty hums.

Matty takes his time with you in the shower. he makes sure the water is just the right temperature before he pulls you in.

His hands are soft as they wash and massage your scalp. He’s mindful of your sensitivity and when you're done, he wraps you up in a big fluffy white towel.

“What can I get you?” Matty asks.

“Bed,” you mumble, tiredness finally taking over. “But also m’ cold.”

"You're cold?" He asks and you answer him with a nod.

Earlier matty was wearing a basic white button shirt with an elegant wool sweater draped over it. You told him at least ten times of how nice you think the sweater looks.

Matty kisses your forehead. He squeezes your hip and turns around to lift his sweater off a little shelf..

"Arms up," matty instructs gently.

You do as you're told, the soft material concealing your body in the best way possible. The smile on your face tells Matty he made the right choice.

He then slides your underwear over your legs and a few seconds later you finally make it back to bed.

Matty helps you before sliding in after you. You promptly curl into Matty’s side.

“Wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

You shake your head and lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth, “nah, you’re perfect. Always.”

He massages your skin gently, over all the places he had been a little rough earlier, gentle fingers pressing against your hips and thighs.

“You’re perfect, sweet girl.”

Locking eyes with him, you then utter in utmost adoration, “I love you so much,” craning up to kiss his lips softly. 

“I love you, I love you,” he murmurs between pecks.

“Let’s get some sleep now and then we can watch the ridiculous show you like s’much.”

“It’s not ridiculous,” you roll your eyes.

“Whatever you say.”

He snuggles in behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso much like he had when he was in the bath with you. You turn around to face him one last time to press a kiss to his lips before nuzzling into his chest. His arms shift to move around your shoulders and waist, your leg thrown over one of his own.

“Sleep well, my love.”

Having having your breathing lull him to sleep is a tune he will never get tired of playing. Nights like these, cuddled up with one another, safe in each other's grasp, are the reason he knows you’re the right one.

You want to spend the rest of your life’s together.

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Hey! I love your little reader x Tommy ( I guess that what you would call it). I was wondering if you could do a one shot showing how they met and how Tommy fall in love with the reader. Thanks ❤️

Thank you for the request! I loved this one!

Based off this and this

warnings: age gap (20 years, everyone of age), fluff, fluff, fluff, sibling bickering, soft!tommy, hint of sexual tensions, mention of murder and war

The building was quiet, Tommy walking in with a vengeance and confident stride as he looked for his sister, all he needed was a book, a singular fucking book to take down the latest enemy, and where was his Ada? Nowhere to be fucking found of course.

His crystal eyes scanned several shelves of books, one after the fucking other and this was getting him nowhere. What was the point, he tried to be civil, to be aware of others relying on this space for quietness, for the opportunity to study but he was at ends meets.

“Ada Shelby!” All heads turned around, some irritated, some frightened as they stared at Tommy. He eventually muttered something rude beneath his breath how this didn’t concern anyone else and they could go back to their readings.

Ada stumbled hastily over, aggravated of her brothers lack of kindness and common sense for others while she smacked him on his shoulder with a book in her hand.

“Y’know unlike you people rely on words to learn something useful, maybe it’s a hobby you should pick up. What’re you doing here anyway?” Tommy explained the matter at hand, Ada knowing right off the bat what book may be of use, shoving her brother in the direction.

As he rounded the corner, throwing a joke over his shoulder at Ada, there you were sat in the secluded area wearing that little short skirt with knee high socks, the bows of your pigtails resting delicately against the scalp of that smoothe, beautiful hair. The dimlit lamp on the table you were using to read illuminating the pale, pink polish of your nail. The bright colors of your wardrobe making you stick out like a sore thumb compared to every other ordinary person, you were different. Tommy was intrigued by the aura of innocence you radiated, the pretty, fragile girl all alone in the mean, cold war. He felt a fierce need to protect that pretty face, to claim you and boy did he have a plan.

“Ada, my dear sister. Who is she?” Ada pulled the book from the shelf, following her incredulous brother’s eyes.

“Oh her? Her name’s Y/N, very whimsical one she is, never seen anyone dress like that or always happy regardless of that state of the world, kinda frightening actually.” When Tommy didn’t respond, unable to take his eyes off of you, Ada glanced from you to Tommt, knowing that look on his face. She was smart, fast, and she knew her brother like the back of her hand.

“Tommy no!” She yelled in a hushed tone not to disrupt the people studying more than Tommy already did. Before she could say another word, Tommy waved her off, stepping over to your corner with a poised stride and pulling out a seat.

Ada sighed, not in the mood for her brothers games instead tossing the book on the table, reeling you away from the fantasy novel you’d been indulged in.

The man sitting beside you now, his charming blue eyes greeting you like the ocean did the sandy shore on a sizzling summer day.

He was older than you, much older, probably old enough to be your father if you’d guess. Bookmarking your page with a pink sticky note, you leaned forward, cleavage now much more apparent to Tommy’s eyes but he hadn’t moved his gaze from your eyes, wanting to make a decent first impression and not have you feel like he was objectifying your body.

“Can I  help you?” Your voice swooned him, so gentle, so quiet that he could feel his adrenaline pump through his veins, but patience was key.

“Thomas Shelby, and you?” His calloused hand lifted yours, placing a soft, chaste kiss to your delicate skin.

“Y/N…” Your voice trailed along as you crossed one thigh over the other to contain the fiery heat building rapidly in your panties. 

“Y/N, lovely name. Tell me what is a girl like you doing all alone? It’s a dangerous world out there y’know? Crime wars and what not.” He reached inside of his tailored, black suit, obtaining a case of cigarettes from one of the interior pockets. Offering you one, he wasn’t surprised when you declined but still thanked him. Such a sweet, good girl you were.

Tommy’s blue eyes were charismatic like a prince out of a vintage film straight out of the movie screen.

Your eyes beamed with curiosity as to why the interest in the odd girl of Birmingham, but you were flattered. He was muscular, intimidating, yet oh so devilishly handsome. 

“Oh well, Mr. Shelby-“

“Call me Tommy.” He interjected respectfully, lips curling into a charming smile. Not that he wasn’t thinking of you in a far too disrespectful manner of what that ass would look like bent over this god damn table.

He blew smoke into the thin air, making you cough slightly to which he apologized and moved the glass ashtray, diminishing the flame while igniting yours.

“Well Tommy, I think the world would be far better off without the endless crimes, without the wars in a world full of chaos and despair, wouldn’t you agree?” He shook his head in disagreement.

“You see Y/N, if there weren’t men like me to protect such an innocent, young girl like you, you may have no hope to survive. I’m a lover darling, not a fighter, though some may disagree.” He glanced over toward Ada whom was chit chatting with a friend, causing you to release such an infectious giggle that could possibly cure all the famine and disease of the world.

“How old are you anyway, you don’t look a day over twenty five.” You nodded toward his compliment, admiring his chiseled features.

“That’s because I’m not, I’m nineteen.” This hadn’t veered Tommy away from his original conquest when he saw you, instead fueling the blood flow inside of his crotch.

Tommy bit down on his bottom lip, taking note of how your eyes sparkled with impure thoughts that he knew you held, regardless of how other people may find your demeanor innocent.

“39.” Tommy had a knack for reading people, and you? You needed to be controlled, you needed a protector someone to look after you and fuck you hard though you’d never say it out loud.

“Tell you what, let me take you out. I own a pub down the street, serves great food, can’t promise pristine service but I can promise you a good time if you’ll allow me?” Gathering your books, you smiled widely, wanting to give this strange, attractive man a chance, something you typically wouldn’t do. He was the complete opposite, wearing dark, depressing colors, spoke with negativity toward everything going on in the world while you were the optimist. An optimist with a plan to show Tommy here that not everything in the world was so terrible.

With the readjustment of the sleeves of your pale shirt, your cleavage pressed up against the books. Causing Tommy to be confident in his next move, rubbing his large, veiny hand over the delicate, smooth skin of your thigh beneath the table causing your pussy to ache and butterflies to swarm your tummy.

“It’s a date then.” Your cheeks heated a rosy shade of pink, eyes sparkling with excitement.

He hated to watch you leave but loved to watch your ass bounce in that short skirt that swayed as you walked away. Ada watched you pass by her, looking back at her brother, shaking her head in disapproval before approaching Tommy.

He raised his hand, demanding to speak first.

“Relax Ada, I’m not going to break her heart. She’s a cute little thing, I think I could actually learn a thing or two from her, maybe you can learn the trait of being calm.” 

When Tommy arrived at your drive, you were wearing a pastel pink dress with white shoes, hair curled with butterfly clips holding strands in place at the sides of your temple, not really much makeup either which was refreshing compared to his past lovers.

He held the door open for you like a gentlemen before whispering in your ear.

“You look dazzling love.” He placed a soft kiss at the side of your head, careful not to ruin all your hard work. 

“Thank you Tommy.” Your heart pattered rapidly in your chest, before getting inside and driving off to his pub.

Upon entering there was no one in sight other than the bartender, dressed in a suit and tie but not serving alcohol, instead tea, and multiple trays of desserts.

The windows were dressed with white, sparkling lights, a bouquet of pastel purple roses sitting at a table for two with a pink tablecloth. It had taken him hours to track the flowers down but he had noticed the stickers of them decorating your notebook in the library.

“I presumed you didn’t drink so I went with something else, I hope you don’t mind. Let’s take a seat shall we?” The bartender approached taking your white, dress jacket before leading you toward the table.

Pulling out the chairs for you both, Tommy nodded and winked at the man having another surprise up his sleeve for later on in the night.

“Tommy, this-this is beautiful you didn’t have to do all this for me.” He nodded agreeing that he didn’t have to, but he was determined to make you his girl, he wasn’t going to fuck this up.

“No, but I wanted to. You seem like a sweet girl, and I want to show you that I mean that.” The bartender approached, introducing himself as “Harold”, before offering a cup of tea and a course before dessert, to which you obliged nodding kindly before carrying on conversation.

“So why me? Surely you have girls fawning over you all the time.” Tommy chuckled, thanking you for the compliment before filling your tea cup for you.

“Those girls only want me for my money, not love. When i tell you the women out there today, most women, not you might I clarify, only want two things Y/N. Money and sex.” You choked on your tea from how straightforward he was, his hands rushing up to ensure you were alright. God you felt embarrassed.

Then again you never had money, you were never confident enough to even approach a man for sex let alone accept an offer for an actual date. You were always quiet, submissive and introverted yet in the short amount of time you knew Tommy, he didn’t scare you. He didn’t make you feel like you were less because of your unique way of dressing or acting. He made you feel comfortable around him.

“Well I can assure you, I’m not most girls, I mean look at me.” You looked down insecurely, chuckling awkwardly until you felt Tommy’s hand beneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I am and I like what I see Y/N.” Chills rushed down your spine when your eyes met his piercing blue gaze. He hadn’t blinked, he hadn’t looked away from you. He was serious, causing the butterflies to flutter once more, and that anxious first date jitters set in.

“Tell me your deepest, darkest secrets that no one else knows and I’ll tell you mine.” The first course arrived, a buttered noodle plate with a creamy vodka tomato sauce, laced with what smelled like parmesan on the top. It looked delicious and Tommy insisted you take the first bite.

“I um- I have imaginary friends. I know it sounds childish and probably crazy but I was bullied a lot for it in school.” Tommy simply shrugged, un phased by this confession.

“Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes imaginary friends are what we need in life to help get us through a stressful day.” He hadn’t laughed, he hadn’t made a joke about it, instead carrying on eating with the meal set out before him, enjoying his time with you.

It was refreshing to not feel like you were some kind of reject in society. Finishing off your cup of tea, Tommy refilled it from the kettle, taking note of how much sugar you’d used, definitely a dessert girl. He had the right idea.

“What about you Tommy?” Oh, now it was his turn, perhaps he should have thought this through more as this is typically where the women would pretend they didn’t care and it would turn into some kind of argument down the road but, he didn’t hold back.

“I’ve killed a man before. Multiple men actually.” At first you were taken aback, but reminded yourself he hadn’t judged you from your secret and you could argue yours was much less violent, nor a crime but you could tell by Tommy’s character judgement was the last thing he needed. He needed someone to understand him, understand his ways and why he chooses to stay in this life.

“Someone hurt you haven’t they? Not a past love, not a family member but an experience.” Tommy stopped eating, folding his hands, eyebrows raising with surprise as to how fast you were to pin the tail on him.

“Given the state of the economy, and violence. I want to say military. Sometimes we often find it difficult to move away from past negative experiences, instead searching for something similar because you miss not necessarily the feeling, but the actions of being in a position of power, to feel like you have control over it. So you found something else but a way to make you money while shielding your true emotions. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, especially if they are bad people. Don’t forget that Tommy.” Tommy was too stunned to speak, instead watching you finish your plate and motioning for Harold to take it away and bring out dessert.

Tommy had never heard a woman justify his ways in such a logical way, that he hadn’t felt like a terrible man for once in his life. It was right then and there as he watched you wipe away the sauce from your lips with a napkin that he was falling astoundingly, quickly in love with you. Something he hadn’t felt since his first girlfriend.

His lip quirked up in a slight smile when Harold brought dessert over, a mixture of different freshly baked goods on small metallic trays.

There was yellow cake, brownies, soufflés, a mixture of a variety of cookies and small cupcakes with adoring designs.

You had tried every singular one, not at all hiding your true self from Tommy.

The topics had changed to lighter ones. Him explaining the good memories he had of his sister chasing rats with a revolver, the times him and his brother would sit at the dock of a lake fishing, sometimes stealing the others fish causing fights. You bringing up how drawing and coloring were always a passion, sometimes even reading children’s books because of the art and whimsical stories that always had a life lesson while still filled with humor. Tommy even asked to see you drawings and offered to sit down and color with you when he wasn’t busy with nonsense meetings.

Things carried on well, you chatted for hours upon hours, Harold eventually falling asleep with his head on the bar, Tommy joking about what a bloke he was.

He retrieved your jacket, placing it over your shoulders while pulling a velvet box from the inside of his coat.

“I know it’s only a first date but, I saw it and thought you may like it.” He opened the box revealing a diamond necklace, decorated with a pink gemstones butterfly in the middle of it. Not too flashy, not too big, exactly what you liked.

“Oh Tommy! I love it.” He circled around you, placing the expensive accessory around your neck as you held your hair to the side, biting on your lip from the overwhelming happiness accompanied by the warmth of your heart.

“I have outstanding expectations when it comes to gifts. I don’t give them often but when I do, it means that person is special. Will I see you again? I hope I didn’t scare you off love.” He brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, knuckles shaving over your cheek.

“On one condition. You attend a tea party with my friends.” Tommy pursed his lips nodding.

“Then a second date we shall have. Perhaps tomorrow afternoon?” Your eyebrows raised, a kind smile etching over your delicate features.

“Eager are we?”

“I know what I want, and I am determined to keep you right under my arm. Do I have permission to kiss my sweet baby girl?” You nodded excitedly, but patiently.

His hands cupped your cheeks gently, head inclining down to your level, as his lips moved closer to yours, your heart now beating violently fast until his lips landed on yours. He tasted of the cherry soda he had, with a mixture of carrot cake and tobacco. Such a unique taste that was intoxicating when his partially chapped, yet velvet lips pressed against yours in an enchanting lock, making you feel complete. Your heart swooned magically, you felt like you were in heaven as you matched his movements before he pulled away, those crystal, intimidating eyes softening when he smiled. Something Tommy didn’t do often until now. 

[97linelover]

Lights, camera & Action - Kim Mingyu

You were currently getting the cake ready for Mingyu’s return when your phone vibrated. At first, you tried to ignore it. But as it continued to buzz, you answered, “Hi?”

You didn’t check the caller ID. “Hi baby, just wanted to let you know that I’m 5 minutes away,” his raspy voice spoke through the phone.

“Alright love, I can’t wait,” you said with the brightest smile into the phone. “Love you,” you added before ending the call.

You dusted the chocolate nut cake with powdered sugar and then washed the dishes. The sound of Mingyu’s footsteps growing closer made you all giddy.

“Hey baby,” he said with his deep, velvety voice as you turned around, grinning brightly. “Gyu,” you said, practically jumping into his arms.

“God, I missed you,” he said while holding you close, kissing your head. You looked up at him, “One week in Tokyo and then one week in Paris. How was it?” You walked into the kitchen, and Mingyu groaned at the sight of the cake.

“You made my favorite,” he said, his mouth practically watering.

“Yes, you mentioned you were craving something sweet, so I decided to bake a cake,” you said as he kissed you softly. “You know what I really meant with something sweet, my love?” he whispered into your ear while placing soft kisses there.

A small whimper escaped your lips as he gently backed you up until you bumped against the table.

“No cake?” you asked innocently, and he smirked.

“No, baby, I was craving your sweet little pussy,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear.

He lifted you onto the table, your baby blue summer dress rising to expose your white slip. Mingyu quickly got on his knees and pulled the white fabric aside, eagerly devouring you. His mouth made you cry out his name, and the way he hovered over you, his body pounding into you, made it all you could think about.

“I missed you, fuck,” he groaned as he moved perfectly, hitting every spot he needed to.

“Missed you too, Gyu, so much,” you moaned, feeling the familiar sensation approaching. “Gonna come, Gyu,” you said breathlessly.

“Yes, baby, cream my cock,” his hand wandered to your neck, squeezing slightly.

“Oh God,” you felt yourself tipping over the edge as your entire body shook, Mingyu moving even faster, chasing his own release.

You knew he was close from the way his abs were flexed, his neck vein popping out, and his focused expression. One thing was for sure, Mingyu looked like a Greek god while fucking you, his tan skin glistening with sweat, dark strands of hair falling into his face.

“Fill me up, Gyu,” you moaned, clinging to his arms. His brown eyes found yours, and he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was lazy and slightly sloppy, and soon you felt him fill you up. He kissed your lips again, grinning.

“Well, indeed,” you giggled. “Fuck.”

He pulled out and hastily grabbed a towel to clean you up. You were slightly sore and hissed. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, kissing your thigh. You softly pushed him away.

“Let’s shower,” you said, taking off your dress. Mingyu followed you, and you both enjoyed a quick shower. Mingyu pouted, saying he was hungry.

“Should we order some pasta?” you suggested, and Mingyu agreed. “We can watch the new Inside Out movie,” he said. “There were huge posters everywhere in France.”

“Oh yes, I wanted to watch it last week,” you said happily while tying a knot around your bathrobe.

When the food arrived, Mingyu was quieter than usual, lost in thought.

“Are you okay, Gyu?” you asked, taking some pizza bread.

“I signed a new collab in Paris,” he admitted, and your eyes widened. “Which one?”

“Calvin Klein asked me to be their new ambassador,” he said shyly.

“Calvin Klein? Mingyu, that’s huge!” you said, smiling proudly. He nodded. “It sure is. I have my first official shoot next week, so I need to work out some more.”

“You work out enough, baby. Don’t stress yourself,” you said honestly. He sighed. “But it’s CK; they will all look at my body,” he pouted.

You got up and approached him. “I swear to God, Mingyu, you’re perfect. Your body is so freaking hot, and I know how insane your pictures will look.”

He leaned back, his bare chest on full display. “You think so?” he asked, looking unsure. You nodded. “You’re a dream come true,” you said, opening your bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor. “And I just can’t get enough of you.”

“God, baby,” he groaned. “I think this should be the best workout,” he smirked, kissing your neck.

As the shooting day came, you decided to surprise Mingyu on set. You typed in the address, and your iPhone guided you through the empty neighborhood. Mingyu had told you it was kind of like a warehouse.

You called Sumi, his manager, who walked out of the steel door, waving you in. “Y/N! It’s cold; come inside!” she said with the biggest smile.

You hurried inside. “I took the train today,” you said, smiling slightly.

“Yeah, Gyu told us you were stubborn this morning,” she said playfully. You laughed. “He was in a rush, so I didn’t want to keep him behind.”

“Perfect! He’s already shooting the first look. There are three more,” Sumi said, and you nodded while listening. “Does he know?” she asked.

You shook your head. “No, I got off work earlier!” you smiled.

“He will be happy,” she said, smiling. You saw the lights of the camera flashing. “Yes, like that. Now grab the shirt, flirt with the camera,” the photographer instructed.

You saw Mingyu standing there, dressed in jeans and no shirt. Your mouth fell agape. Shirtless?

You watched every move he made, fascinated by his professionalism. The way he moved his arms, how he lured the camera in with his eyes, and how he bit his lip while stroking down his abs.

Mingyu looked up, and his eyes found yours, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Okay, and we are done!” the photographer yelled. Mingyu ran towards you, lifting you up while twirling you around. “My baby!” he said, kissing your lips softly.

“Mingyu, hurry. Next outfit!” a petite girl said. “You can go into the changing room, and then we will help you once you’re dressed.”

“Come on, you can help me change,” Mingyu said, smirking. You gasped, “Gyu, not here.” He laughed.

You followed him into the small dressing room, where a pair of boxer shorts and jeans lay. “Will you be wearing a shirt?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, a jeans jacket,” Mingyu chuckled.

“Mmm,” you muttered, feeling slightly possessive.

Mingyu didn’t have time to think about your mood and quickly changed. You watched him with curious eyes. “Do you like it?” he asked, his shy smile as he turned towards you.

“You look sexy,” you said honestly, kissing him softly.

A knock interrupted you. “We’ll finish later,” he whispered in your ear.

You watched as he stood there, looking at the pictures with a hint of red on his cheeks. Was he blushing?

“Baby, come here,” he said, and you shyly walked over. “Are those good?” he asked, showing you some of the photos. You looked over them and pointed out one where he flexed his arms above his head. “This one is really good!”

Mingyu grinned, pulling you closer. “You have an eye for this,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “But what do you think? Should we frame this one for our room?”

You laughed, “Only if you sign it.” Mingyu chuckled and kissed your temple, “Deal.”

The rest of the shoot went smoothly, and every time you caught Mingyu’s gaze, he would send a wink your way, making your heart flutter. You couldn’t wait to have him all to yourself again.

As the shoot wrapped up, Mingyu thanked the team with his signature charm, giving everyone around him a smile that could light up the entire room. You watched him interact with the crew, feeling a sense of pride swell in your chest. He was so natural, so confident—yet the way he kept glancing at you showed that, no matter how many people admired him, his attention was always on you.

After he changed out of the last outfit, Mingyu walked over to you, his hand slipping naturally into yours. “Ready to go, my love?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you replied, squeezing his hand. As you two walked out of the building, the cool evening air greeted you, making you shiver slightly. Mingyu noticed immediately and pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

The car ride back home was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft music playing on the radio. Every now and then, Mingyu would glance over at you, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he drove. The city lights flickered by, creating a soft glow that danced across his features.

When you finally arrived home, Mingyu turned off the car and looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know,” he started, his voice teasing, “I still owe you a little ‘thank you’ for surprising me today.”

You raised an eyebrow, pretending not to know what he meant. “Oh? And how exactly do you plan on thanking me, Mr. Calvin Klein ambassador?”

He smirked, leaning in to kiss you slowly, taking his time as if savoring every second. “I think you’ll like it,” he whispered against your lips before pulling back and hopping out of the car, quickly moving around to open your door. His chivalry never failed to make you smile.

As soon as you stepped inside your apartment, Mingyu’s hands were on you, pulling you close as he kicked the door shut behind him. His lips found yours again, more insistent this time, his hands roaming your back, pulling you flush against him.

“You know,” he murmured between kisses, “seeing you there today… watching me… it drove me crazy.” His voice was deep, laced with desire.

You smiled against his lips. “Is that so?” you teased, threading your fingers through his hair. “Then I guess I should surprise you more often.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through you as he picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “You’re welcome to surprise me anytime,” he said, carrying you towards the bedroom.

Once inside, Mingyu gently laid you down on the bed, his eyes darkening with need. He took his time undressing you, his fingers lingering on every inch of your skin as if committing it to memory.

When he finally joined you, the air between you was electric, filled with unspoken promises. His touch was gentle at first, reverent, as if he was worshipping every part of you. But as the night went on, the need between you both grew stronger, more urgent.

Mingyu made love to you with a fervor that left you breathless, every kiss, every touch, driving you both closer to the edge. And when you finally reached that point of no return, it felt like the world disappeared around you, leaving only the two of you in that perfect moment.

Afterward, you lay in each other’s arms, your bodies tangled together, hearts still racing. Mingyu’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, his breathing steadying as he held you close.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” he whispered into the quiet of the room, his voice full of emotion. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. “And I’m lucky to have you, Gyu. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve achieved. But more than that, I’m just happy that you’re mine.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “Always yours,” he promised, his words a vow.

[dreamerschroniclesofstories]

Hiii love 🩷

Could you please make a reader X Tommy, where you take care of Charlie and he slowly falls in love with the reader. At first he denies it but after sometime he can’t take it anymore !! Fluff and happy ending please

Love your writing by the way ⭐️🩷

Hey Lovelie! Thank you so much for this request and the lovely comment , I’d gladly do this for you!

Italics: flashback.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REPOST THIS ANYWAY ELSE OR TRANSLATION OF THIS FIC.

Summery: request above

[Y/N]: Your name

[L/N]: Last name.

Word count: 2,516

Thomas Shelby. The name of the man that you have loved for the past two years. The man you knew would change your life the moment you set foot into his office for an interview to be a live in maid for his young son, charlie.

The blood pumped through your veins, making your head feel like it would burst at any point. You sent an application to Thomas Shelby secretary for the job but you did not expect to get an answer. So when you got a reply asking for an interview less then three days later, the shock that you were in was explainable.

You knock on the door, waiting to hear the voice of the man you were secretly afraid of.

“ come in” the voice vibrates through the atmosphere

You turn the old doorknob then push the door open, gliding your body through the door. The sound of the door creaking made Tommy lift his head up from his paperwork.

The feeling of your world stops as you make eye contact for the first time with the man with the eyes that could kill.

One month into the job

Thomas smiles slightly and takes off his jacket just as Francis rushes over to him.

“Good evening mr Shelby, dinner should be served soon” the middle aged woman explained, taking Thomas jacket gently.

Thomas doesn’t say a word, taking a cigarette out of his pouch from his trouser pocket. He looks towards Francis, lighting the cigarette.

“Where’s my son?” He questioned curiously.

Before tommys maid could respond, Charlie rushes around the corner from the main room “ daddy” he squeals, running towards Tommy.

Thomas kneels down “ Charlie, my boy” he catches Charlie as he jumps into his arms, Thomas stands up with Charlie in his arms.

Soon after, [Y/N] rushes around the corner with a face that can only be described as anxious. Her face was shiny most likely from running after the young boy.

“I am so sorry mr Shelby, i tried to stop him. I know you don’t like to be disrupted after work. I promise, I’ll make sure it won’t happen tomorrow” she rambles, clearly nervous that Thomas would be mad.

“No need to apologise, make sure that he is calm before he goes to bed, don’t want him to be cranky tomorrow” Thomas smirks slightly and gives Charlie over to [Y/N].

She nodded and quickly walks away, Charlie on his hip. Unknowingly, to [Y/N] mr Shelby was watching her with curiosity plaguing his mind.

Three months into the job.

Charlie had gone missing. Someone had taken him when Tommy was distracted with the guests, during a work event, he hadn’t noticed his young son being carried out through the door by a woman that passed as a maid.

Three hours had passed since [Y/N] had seen the young boy, she was nervously pacing the house, biting her already broken and fragile nails. An anxious trait she’s had since she was a young girl.

The sound of the front door rattling invaded the already chaotic atmosphere of the manor. The banging of doors signalled that Tommy was in his “beast mode”. This is when Tommy is on a mission and if you get in his way, you’ll most likely land with a bullet between your eyes. However, that hadn’t stopped The young maid. [Y/N] opened the door of Charlie’s room and begins to rush her sore feet towards the grand stairs.

“ mr Shelby” she calls out “ oh mr Shelby, is young Charlie been found” she asks, her voice full of worry.

[Y/N] stops her running when she sees the distressed young boy in his father’s arms, nearly making herself fall from the suddenness of the movement.

“ Francis take Charles” Thomas orders sternly, passing him over to his only trusted maid from that moment on.

The older maid nods and takes Charlie, taking the toddler upstairs. The air is so brittle, from the tension, it could snap. If it doesn’t, [Y/N] might. No one speaks, what is there to say?. [Y/N] could feel the fear in her chest waiting to take over her. Perhaps it was only there to protect her but there really isn’t any danger to be protected from. It sits there like an angry ball, propelling [Y/N] towards an anxiety she doesn’t need.

“ where were you miss [L/N]” Tommy questions, accusation filling his voice. His eyes could kill anyone. Those eyes are ocean-strong, swimming with warm sun-lit currents.

[Y/N] gulps, her throat feeling as if it was closing in on it self. Her mouth parts slightly but no words come out. Eventually, words were able to escape.

“ I’m so sorry mr Shelby, I looked away from him for one second, he wanted me to get his toy horse that he dropped, I gave him to another woman, she was dressed in a maids uniform” she explains, her eyes filling with unreleased tears.

Tommy sighs, watching as the young maid clearly showing signs of distress.

“ go back to work” the older man states, passing Charlie back over to [Y/N].

The young maid immediately takes Charlie into her arms, using one of her hands to wipe under her eyes “ of course mr Shelby” she nods.

As [Y/N] walks away, Tommy speaks up again “ have you had dinner miss [L/N]”.

“ no I have not mr.Shelby” [Y/N] replies, turning back around by the stairs, Charlie playing with her short hair.

Tommy nods “ after you put Charlie to bed, come to the kitchen, there will be food there for you” the older man announces, walking down the corridor towards the door leading to the kitchen.

As the months pass, Tommy and [Y/N] work relationship shifted, everybody can see it has except for the pair in question.

However, Tommy wouldn’t admit it. He still feels like he is in love with his deceased wife grace, he can’t get himself to move on. On the other hand, [Y/N] knew of her feelings towards her boss, who wouldn’t? Especially when you boss looks like Thomas fucking Shelby.

Present day

Over the past years that [Y/N] has worked for Tommy, she had gotten close to the women of the Shelby family, mainly polly. When [Y/N] wasn’t working, she was with polly.

Today was one of those days. Today, [Y/N] was helping polly with the books at the Shelby company betting shop. Tommy had given her the next few days off since she had worked for two weeks straight since Charlie was poorly with a fever.

“ fucking men” Polly grumbles, slamming down the book full of incorrect numbers and calculations.

[Y/N] chuckles from across the room as she corrects Arthur’s calculations “ men never cease to amaze you, do they pol?” She raises an eyebrow.

Polly lights her cigarette, taking a long inhale of the hazardous smoke “we are working our asses off whilst the men sit on theirs at the pub, getting god knows how drunk” the middled aged women rants, pointing to the door.

Polly smirks as she stands up “ come on, let’s go” Polly encourages, grabbing her purse.

[Y/N] frowns, dropping her pencil “ where are you going lol?” She asks confused but her eyes full of wonder at what Polly was planning.

“ I know a woman who knows a woman, she told me that the ladies of small heath are going out on strike, by the factories” Polly places her deep red hat on her curly brown hair as she raises an eyebrow at [Y/N].

The younger woman laughs “ you can’t be serious pol, Tommy would have your head” she warns.

“ not if he won’t find me” Polly puts her coat on.

[Y/N] bites her lip, she was conflicted. Her brain turns and twists as she argues with herself internally but eventually, only one side of her could win.

[Y/N] nods “ fuck em” she stands up “ I worked two weeks with his sick child and nothing but a thanks and a few days off work” [Y/N] rants, grabbing her coat.

Polly watches “ that’s my girl”.

Once the two woman get their stuff together, they walk out of the betting shop, Polly placing her sunglasses on her face, the women ignoring the men outside of the betting shop.

[Y/N] chuckles as she links her arm with pollys as they walk together towards the factories to join the woman of small heath.

The garrison pub

The Shelby men sat inside of their private corner room, celebrating Arthur’s recent news of Linda’s pregnancy. What they didn’t expect was another member of the blinders to come in and announce the women’s strike.

Tommy was about to make a speech when the door opens. A young man taking off his cap quickly catches his breath.

“ I’m sorry to disturb you mr Shelby, but I’ve just got word that mrs gray and miss [L/N} have walked out of the shop, claiming that they are striking for women’s rights in the work place” he explains.

Tommy raises an eyebrow, Arthur immediately standing up “ they what?” His drunken voice ripples through the small private room and into the main area of the pub.

Tommy holds his hand out to his brother “ now brother, this will be sorted” he stands up and grabs his cap, immediately following the younger member out of the pub, and towards where his aunt and his maid were currently causing chaos.

The Factories

The sound of the women cheering and chanting blocked the ability for [Y/N] ears to identity the sound of Tommy’s feet but as soon as his hand wrapped its self around her arm, she knew who it was and she knew she was in deep trouble.

Tommy’s breath sends goosebumps down her back as he leans down to speak into her ear “ come with me. Now” his voice quiet but clearly filled with demand.

[Y/N] didn’t say anything, her feet moving themselves in the direction that Tommy was guiding her. As they get further and further away from the other women, the noise of the chaos was slowly fading out.

“ Tommy, tommy please listen” [Y/N] began to protest but Tommy quickly cuts in.

“ what were you thinking [Y/N]. Do you know what this can do to the company” he states, letting go of her arm.

“ it’s not that serious tommy, me and pol weren’t protesting we were just watching” [Y/N] defends herself.

Tommy was about to respond when the sound of the police invading the strike, and women screaming as they get arrested. [Y/N] gasps as she gets shoved onto the floor, the wet gravel of small heaths pavements make contact with her hands. Small but painful cuts develop on her palms.

“ watch it” tommy yells at the woman that shoved [Y/N], clearly trying to run from the police.

“ I’m okay” [Y/N] reassures Tommy as she gently grabs his hand and stands up, Tommy patting down her dress since it had got mudded by the mud puddle on the path.

“ let’s go” Tommy grabs her hand and begins to pace to the garrison, away from the chaos. [Y/N]’s cheeks rise in temperature when she realises that tommys warm hand had engulfed her own. This is the kind of blushing that shows her soul, a compliment to the eyes and having a delicate sweetness within. It shows a connection, it shows that the smile and shyness comes from deep emotions. Her blush is beautiful and something real.

The garrison pub.

The pub was quiet, the occasionally laugh or the occasional cough fills the deadly silence since the moment Tommy stormed out of the pub to find [Y/N].

Tommy guides [Y/N] towards the small corner room, his hand hovering on the small of her back, however the heat still penetrates through her dress and onto her skin.

[Y/N] smiles as she walks into the room, taking her coat off slowly “ thank you Tommy” she graciously sits on one of the seats, placing her purse onto the table.

Tommy watches her as he sits at his usual seat, once again taking a cigarette from his metal holder “ would you like a drink?” He asks gruffly.

“ no thank you, I don’t drink” [Y/N] admits.

Thomas raises an eyebrow “ don’t drink ey, what maid of mine doesn’t drink” he teases.

“ the maid that looks after your infant son” she jokes back.

Thomas lights the cigarette “ my son likes you miss [L/N]” he admits, raising an eyebrow.

[Y/N] smiles, looking down at her dress skirt for a few seconds before looking up towards Tommy. She had the kind of eyes that reach out to Tommy, much like a baby reaching out with open arms, clearly signaling what she wants.

“ do you have a husband miss [L/N]” Tommy takes a long inhale of the hazardous smoke for what seems like the hundredth time that day.

“ please, call me [Y/N], and no I don’t have a husband nor a partner” she admits, her bottom lip sucking in between her teeth every so slowly. Tommy immediately looking down at the movement. Her lips were as good as her eyes in painting a picture of her emotion.

“ come here” Tommy whispers, placing the cigarette into the ash tray, just in time for [ Y/N] to arrive infront of Tommy.

The older man, places his hands onto her hips gently,his thumbs rubbing her in a rhythm, the smoke from the cigarette slowly evaporating between the two.

[Y/N] places her hands onto tommys shoulders “ this is inappropriate Tommy” she whispers, her voice as delicate as silk.

“ everything in my life is inappropriate” tommy points out, gently pulling [Y/N} into his lap, their eyes making close contact for the first time.

They both saw fire within each others eyes, she moved so close Tommy could feel her lips gliding over his own “ one time” she whispers “ one time is alright” she tries to reassure herself.

As soon as those four words left her mouth, Tommy connects their lips, in this kiss there was a sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. [Y/N]’s heart skips a beat, as their lips glide together, making their own secret music. This kiss dissolves and releases any doubt within [Y/N]’s mind.

Tommys mouth parts ever so slightly, his tongue teasing then parting her own lips, wanting to savour her sweetness. A soft moan escapes her as she tastes Tommy in return.

Feeling as though she was burning in overwhelming passion, [Y/N] ripped her mouth away. Both gasping for air. Tommy presses his forehead against hers as [Y/N] runs her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

After a few minutes, Tommy lifts his head, placing his hand on her cheek. A slient communication passes through them. They both knew love was their sun, night and day.

They knew they were each others saviours.

A/N: hey again!

So sorry this took so long, my life has been extremely hectic but I’ve finished it and I hope you like it.

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[evvyyypeters-fics]

A Speedy Recovery

Peter Maximoff/ Quicksilver x mutant!f!reader

Warnings! Angst, slight depiction of gore, vague descriptions of x men stuff, fluff and stuff

Reupload of a request by the coolest @alittleobsessedbitch

I could feel the thick burn of blood in my eye, squinting it closed tightly to keep the red liquid from stinging my cornea, forcefully blinding me and causing me to stumble as I walked back to what I assumed was the direction of Peter’s house.

I just needed my boyfriend at this moment as the pain of my headwound continued to pound at a rhythmic dull throb, that was luckily more numb than it should be due to the adrenaline coursing through my veins, feeling my heartbeat in my ears. My legs felt like I was moving through deep, thick mud. It was a slow and treacherous feeling as I made my way down the street. The fight I had been in hadn’t been too far from the speedster’s home, he had been tasked with a different mission that forced him to stay at his house as the base of the operation. If I could just make it back and get some help then maybe the ringing in my ears would stop and the dull throb coursing through my entire body would stop. I could feel the blood from the gash on my head dripping down the side of my face and off my chin, catching onto my suit.

I really had no idea where I was going at this point, just letting my feet drag me as I hung onto the little bit of consciousness I had left in the moment. I felt like I was getting more tired and weaker the farther I walked, the dull throb slowly becoming an intense ache as my limbs became heavy and the sores on my body began to pound. That’s when I heard it.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice called out in a panic and I heard the rushed slam of a front door. A soft air brushes past me before I feel the warm, large hands of the speedster on my shoulders as he holds me in place. When I realized that I had made it to some sort of safety, my consciousness drained as my limbs began to fall and become limp, slumping into his arms where he kept me upright. I couldn’t even see the panic on his face, but I knew it was there.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you inside..” Is the last thing I hear before everything goes dark for a while, the words sounding gargled and distant in my head.

A small sliver of light enters my eyes as they flutter open, a slight stained glass look hazes over everything before I finally blink them open fully and become aware of my regained consciousness. For a moment I don’t realize the sharp slap on my cheek, my mind too busy realizing the sharp and throbbing pain covering practically my entire body as all feeling rushes back to me. That’s when I’m snapped out of my daze and see the flash of the silver hair above me and I catch a glimpse of Peter’s face hovered over me, his face contorted in a disturbingly worried furrow. I see his lips moving, but I can barely make out what he’s saying until another sharp slap hits my face and with a quick gasping inhale I can hear the quick worried words slipping past his lips.

“Y/N! Y/N! Come on! Wake up! Please!” He whimpers, his lip quivering. I can see the worried tears stinging his eyes and my heart squeezes. He always pulls on my heartstrings in every way. When he realizes I’m awake he stops smacking at my cheek to bring me back and flashes a quick smile, replacing the stinging feeling of his palm against my cheek and instead caressing it warmly, as if trying to apologize for having to hurt me to get me awake. Even if I was hurting more than anything he could do to me.

“Oh thank god..” He sighs as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his chest that had been constricting his breathing. “Almost lost you for a second.” He chuckles weakly like it was a joke, but we both knew he wasn’t.

I open my mouth to say something, but he quickly silences me, the words get stuck in my throat regardless. My mouth felt dry, my lips chapped and my tongue felt too big to even fit it. I quickly close it and relax myself back into the laid position I was in.

“Now, let’s take care of those wounds of yours.” He says with a subtle smile, seeming less anxious than before now that my eyes were fully open and tracking him. My breathing was steady, occasionally faltering by the feeling of a sharp pain everytime I took too deep of a breath and shifted a bruised limb or side. He comes over with what seems to be a warm, wet cloth and he tenderly cleans up the dried blood that covered my face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner..” He mumbles as he continues patting the blood from my skin and my eyes try to find his gaze as I give him a sympathetic look, wanting to tell him that it wasn’t his fault and he’s doing his best regardless.

“I would say I can’t imagine your pain…but I kind of can.” He gives a soft chuckle that shrugs his shoulders and I giggle myself, causing a sharp pain again that causes me to wince and he freaks out for a moment, quickly trying to steady me.

“Sorry! Sorry!” He yelps, chewing on his lip like he was guilty. It was cute how pathetic he was, but I just wanted to slap him myself and hit some sense into him to keep it together. If not for his sake, then for mine. We spent the next few minutes in silence as he cleaned away the blood on my skin. He was clearly trying to avoid my gaze as I kept my eyes on what he was doing, trying to keep his focus on the wet cloth. When I did catch his eyes for a moment he seemed to blush for a second, his face turning a quick soft pink.

“Peter Maximoff…am I making you nervous when I’m all bloodied up?” I ask in a weak, dry and gravelly voice as I flash a smirk in the corner of my mouth. The words struggling to come out for a second.

“N-No.” He says bluntly, but I can tell the falter in his answer and the hesitance.

“Do I look really hot right now?” I ask, amused and wanting to tease him, squeezing whatever embarrassingly cute reaction I could out of him.

He bit his lip and refused to answer, pretending I was just acting out because I was loopy from my injuries. But I knew what I meant, I was very aware.

“Save your energy, you’re really hurt.” He says, trying to scold me. Peter was really bad at trying to be authoritative towards me, but it always made me somewhat proud and fond of him when he tried, even if he was really bad at it.

I wince when he begins to clean the wound on my head, lightly dabbing some disinfectant on it that causes it to burn momentarily. He apologies everytime I wince a little or whine from the pain, straining against the couch he had apparently rested me upon as soon as he got me inside.

He finally finished dressing all of my wounds, especially the one on my head, and I stayed silent just like he had asked–not wanting to distress him anymore than I had, causing him to worry about me in ways that pained me more than the wounds on my body. I tried to sit up a little onto the couch, becoming uncomfortable from laying down in the same stiff and still position, instantly groaning and wincing at the sharp pain that followed through my body when even twitching a limb. He quickly forced me to lay back down, easing me against the couch.

“Let me get you something.” He says in a frenzy, trying to keep his voice stable. But I could tell he was still anxious.

He rushed back to my side with a tall glass of water and two pain pills in his hands, giving me the pills to throw down my throat and holding the back of my head gently as he helped me drink down a few sips of water to swallow down the pills. Resting my head back against the couch cushion I sighed and waited for the pills to take effect, my head turning to look at Peter who was now sitting comfortably on the floor beside me.

“Don’t even think about joining me on every mission now to protect me,” I begin, scanning his twitching expression, practically able to read his thoughts. “Not that I don’t want to work with you, but I’m perfectly capable. This was just a scuff, and I don’t need a guard dog.”

“I didn’t–” He cuts himself off, sighing and knowing there was really no argument to make. “Alright.” He nods, a soft smile growing on his face.

“C’mere” The painkillers starting to kick in, I carefully pushed my back flush against the back of the couch, making just enough room beside me. I out-stretched my arms to welcome him.

He hesitated for a second, but climbed up on the couch beside me. We laid flush in each other’s arms, his chin resting upon my head as we wrapped our arms around each other. I could now hear his breathing begin to soften and steady, even able to hear the settle of his heartbeat as I rested against his chest. The warmth and rhythmic sounds of his body soothed me and melted away some of the pain still stinging at my body.

“Feel better?” I ask, my voice muffled against his body.

He chuckles at the sound and nods his head. “Yeah.”

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Kiss me

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : suggestive, fluff

warnings : making out, needy!jk, dry humping, cum in underwear, no actual sex / non penetrative sex

words count : 0.6k

A/N : hello, i just woke up. I just finished editing this little drabble and don’t expect smthg extra because it’s simple. I wanna thank you guys a lot for your support since I created this blog. Your comments, reblogs, likes, asks.. make me happy asf! I love you guys!! Take care of yourselves! I’ll try to post a much more longer fic soon!! - sunny

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“kiss me.” he whispered, his warm hands caressing your sides slowly.

You bent down, pecking his lips softly.

“kiss me.” he asked again making you bent down again, lips caressing his too quickly for his liking.

“kiss me.” he said as you laughed pinching his cheek.

“Koo.” 

“ok.” he sighed deeply.

“last one?” he said pouted expectantly.

You chuckled before pecking his lips for the umpteenth time.

“kiss me, promise last time! for real.” he pursed his lips cutely, one finger up in the air trying to convince you.

You rolled your eyes playfully before kissing him longer this time, sucking on his bottom lip slowly, smiling into the kiss when he moaned lowly, his grip on your waist tightening.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer on his lap.

You bite on his bottom lip gently pulling on the flesh as you pulled away slowly before resting your forehead onto his.

“hm i love it when you do that.” he breathed out satisfied.

Jungkook looked up at you before pushing you down on his boner.

“look what you did to me”. he groaned making you gasp in disbelief.

“I didn’t even do anything.” you huffed making him push you down harder on him.

“baby.” he whined.

“please do something.”

You closed your eyes shut when you felt his erection right under your core, the rough material of his jean rubbing against your lightly covered clit.

Jungkook suddenly raised his hips up into yours making you fell on his chest, the pressure on your clit making you feel lightheaded already.

He grabbed your hips, guiding you to grind on him slowly.

“fuck it f-feels so good my love.” he breathed out as he pressed you down even more harder on him.

The pressure on his covered cock as you rubbed yourself on him made him dizzy. The way his own clothes rubbed on him roughly got him weak.

You let a breathy moan escaped from your lips when he jerked his hips up again to meet yours.

“don’t stop, baby don’t stop please.” he whimpered into the crook of your neck.

Going faster, your thighs started burning, the muscles getting too sore to handle as you grabbed on his hoodie for some sort of support.

“Koo it hurts.” you whined, breathing heavily. 

“you can do it baby, j-just a little more please. For me please my love.” he practically begged weakly, the pleasure fogging his mind.

Eyebrows furrowed, you kept going, doing your best to finish, even if you wanted to stop you couldn’t, it felt way too good.

You knew Jungkook was close, so were you.

“fuck.”

You bite on your bottom lip, the oh-so-familiar knot in your lower stomach ready to explode as the pressure on your clit stimulate you more and more.

“I’m coming princess!” he whined softly, his fingernails digging into the flesh of your waist as he felt his climax ready to wash over him.

Jungkook moaned your name loudly throwing his head back as he came in his pants.

He kept on helping you grinding on him to push you over the edge, the euphoric sensation hitting you hard as you cummed, your body giving up on top of his.

You were breathing heavily, the sudden rush of pleasure still running through your veins.

He rubbed your lower back softly to soother you a bit making you sigh pleasantly as he held you closed to him, hugging you warmly.

“thank you my love. You did so well.” he kissed your temple gently.

You peppered his neck with lazy little kisses,  hugging him tighter as he hummed.

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A/N : thanks for reading guys! Have a nice day &lt;3

[ddejavvu]

Blurb idea!!

Hear me out the bau has been on a case all week and at lunch at the precinct reader comes up to spencer and is like “wanna go get coffee somewhere?! :3” obviously trying to spend some time with him but he is not picking up on the situation at all and is like “there’s coffee right here, want me to pour you some?” Like he just genuinely thought reader had no idea there was coffee. Then she kinda lets it go and Morgan walks up to reid overhearing the convo being like “my man wtf r u doing she doesn’t gaf abt the coffee!!! She wants to hang out w u!!” And reids all like ohhhhhh and feels like an idiot and walks back over to her and takes her up on the offer 😭😭

Spencer's tired. He's been up for almost two days straight, eyes strained as he scans through mountains of paper at the speed of light. The unsub they're tracking was a proficient journaler, and each composition notebook gets more and more gory. He's just in the middle of reading about victim number three and her unfortunate demise when you step into his line of sight, placing a hand over the page.

"Hey Spencer," You grin down at him when he squints up at you.

"Hey," He hums, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," You nod, bouncing on the balls of your feet, "You look tired, though. Wanna grab some coffee with me?"

His brain is still filled with violent visions, blood-spattered pages, and scripted writing pressed so hard into the page that the ink bleeds, and he doesn't pick up on your subtext.

"Oh, I'm okay," He hums, head ducked back down to the page, "I've got some already. It's in the break room if you want some."

"Oh. Uh, okay. Thanks, Reid."

He lets you leave with a soft 'mhm', but his head snaps back up when he feels someone swat at the back of it, hard.

"Ow! Morgan," Spencer glares at the man, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head, "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?" Derek's eyes widen, "What's wrong with you?"

"Well my head hurts," Spencer gripes, "What do you mean?"

"She was askin' you out, man!"

Spencer frowns, "She asked if I wanted coffee."

"No, she asked if you wanted to go get coffee with her. She was asking to spend time alone with you, she was asking you out!"

"Oh." Spencer looks pleased with himself for a moment, then his brain catches up to him and he remembers what he'd said in response, face dropping "Oh."

He scrambles out of his chair, leaving the journal open-faced on the desk. He barely catches you by the shoulder before you can disappear into the kitchen, and you turn with a slightly defeated look in your eye. Spencer tries not to dwell on it.

"Hey," He speaks in a shaky, awkward voice, "Uh, actually, it turns out the coffee here is terrible. Are you still up for a walk to the cafe?"

All at once you brighten, Spencer practically feels the warmth shoot through your veins where his hand rests on your shoulder.

"I'd love to," You gush, grabbing his free hand, "C'mon, Spence! We have to get there before the danishes run out!"

Spencer sits back down at his desk an hour and a half later, $12 poorer, but a whole lot happier. And he pockets the note that Derek has slipped between two pages of the journal, dreading what punishment the man would inflict on him: You owe me big time, pretty boy!