#i know i'll snap out of it but rn it sucks a little

[seekingthestars]

sometimes i get the General Melancholies and i hate it a lot

[hard-core-super-star]

bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire [K.Bishop]

pairing: vampire!kate bishop x reader

summary: a failed mugging leads to you discovering kate's biggest secret...and her finding out yours.

warnings: yes, i still suck at summaries, shhh SMUT -> minors, you know the drill, walk away now [porn with almost too much plot; blood and fangs and all the stereotypically hot vampire things; so many neck kisses it should be illegal; fingering {R receiving}; kate being a tease and owning it; praise + degradation + two seconds of humiliation]

wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: do i have like ten requests sitting in my inbox rn? yes. was this idea going to leave me alone if i didn't write it? no. i've been trying to finish this fic since JULY, GUYS, AND I NEED IT OUT OF MY DRAFTS AND INTO THE WORLD! it wasn't supposed to be smut, but i couldn't help it. i don't think i'll have time to do any real kinktober-type fics so enjoy this little treat instead. ALSO, a lot of the vampire dynamics/lore in this fic was inspired by first kill so go check it out if you haven't seen it.

part two | part three | part four

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You were working yet another late night at Bishop Security. A normal occurrence considering your boss’s distaste for coming into the office when the sun is high in the sky. She almost never comes in before 3 PM and almost always stays in until way past midnight.

Pretty much everyone who works for her hates her unusual schedule, claiming she’s way too new to her position to be slacking off so much. Everyone seems to share that view…everyone except you since being her secretary means you get to share her schedule.

Which conveniently means you get to sleep in most days.

She’s never offered an explanation, not that you’ve ever tried asking her about it, but the rumor swirling around is that she’s too busy partying and sleeping around to bother showing up at the office at a regular time.

You don’t doubt the validity of that rumor but you’re also sure it’s not the whole story. There have been times when Kate has forced you to leave at 2 AM while she’s stayed behind to write up a report or prepare for her next meeting.

She’s young and reckless and way too rich for her own good but she’s not completely irresponsible or arrogant. Unfortunately, the media loves making up stories about the ‘Tony Stark of Bishop Security’ almost as much as your co-workers love gossiping.

Maybe if those rumors held more truth to them you wouldn’t be where you are right now: speed-walking out of the building and trying to make it to your car before something bad happens. You’re aware of the irony of working at a security company yet being terrified of walking through the parking lot. But hey! It’s New York City, your fears are more than valid.

You’re too busy arguing with yourself about said irony to notice the person sneaking up behind you until they forcefully grab your shoulder and slam you into the nearest concrete wall. The force of the push forces all the air out of your lungs, leaving you unprepared for the right hook your attacker throws your way.

The ringing in your ears is the only thing you can focus on for a few seconds. You see their mouth moving and you’re barely able to make out the name ‘Kate Bishop’ before they raise their fist again. You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the punch to land.

Except it never does.

Your eyes snap open right as your shoulders are grabbed again but this time, the person standing in front of you is none other than Kate Bishop herself. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. Just focus on me. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so.” You’re pretty sure the pounding in your chest has more to do with the proximity between the two of you than your leftover fear after being attacked. “I just got pushed around a little.”

“More like punched around,” she says with a small chuckle.

“That’s not funny.” Despite your words, a noticeable smile spreads along your face.

Kate’s eyes trail down your face and hone in on your lips. The sudden attention makes you subconsciously lick your lips and a slightly metallic taste fills your mouth. You assume the look on her face is due to her concern over you until you notice the way her pupils dilate as blood gathers on your bottom lip.

“Um…Kate? Are you okay?”

Your voice seems to bring her back to the present moment. She leans back a little before she speaks again. “Yeah, we should probably get out of here.”

You hear her words but your gaze is glued right to her mouth and the two protruding teeth you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen before. For a second, you think you’re imagining things but it’s practically impossible to deny what you’re seeing with the way the light bounces off of her teeth.

You had always thought Kate was hiding something. Something that ran deeper than her long list of ex-lovers or weird schedules. But the place your mind is going to right now seems far too illogical. Superheroes, aliens, even the damn multiverse, everything else seemed much more plausible than vampires.

And yet, the proof is staring right at you with caring blue eyes and a nervous smile that tells you you’re both thinking about the same thing.

“I can explain,” she assures you before extending her hand out for you to take. “But you’re gonna have to come with me.”

“You’re insane.”

She shrugs, not at all phased by your comment. “Maybe a little…I promise I won’t bite.”

You don’t know whether to laugh at her joke or slap that look off her face for having the audacity to make it in the first place. Ultimately, your trust in her wins out and you reach for her hand. It’s just one small choice but you have a feeling it’s going to change everything between the two of you.

She starts to lead you toward her car, ignoring your protests like a real gentleman. You weren’t going to act like you had never imagined Kate taking you back to her apartment but you had imagined it under different, significantly sexier, circumstances.

You get into her car and ignore the way your heart is pounding in your chest. You tell yourself it’s only due to the leftover adrenaline from being attacked but you know it has more to do with the overwhelming smell of the archer than anything else.

A few minutes of silence pass before you work up the courage to start a conversation…even though you know you’re not going to like any of the answers you’re searching for. “What do you think that guy wanted?”

“What guy?” Kate’s eyes remain glued to the road ahead, not giving you a chance to decipher the look on her face. “The one who tried to mug you?”

“He wasn’t trying to mug me, he was looking for you.”

You notice the way her jaw clenches even with the darkness that envelops the car. “Looking for me? What are you talking about?”

“Kate, don’t play stupid with me. You can’t possibly think he broke into a highly secured parking lot just to mug the first random secretary he saw.” Her silence is enough of an answer. “So, who is he and what does he want with you?”

“I can’t tell you that. It’ll only put you in more danger.”

“More danger than that?”

“Yes.” You’re sure you’ve never heard her sound so serious before. “Believe it or not, you finding out about this wasn’t in my plans.”

You’re going to regret asking but your mind has been whirling with thoughts and ideas since you first caught sight of those fangs. “What exactly is…’this’?”

“Exactly what you think it is.”

Her tone leaves no room for questions or arguments. Despite that, the only thing that fills your mind is questions. And answers you don’t want to think about.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, effectively cutting off your flurry of thoughts.

“Why?”

The hunger on her face when she turns to look at you tells you all you need to know. You should probably be scared considering the power she holds over you right now. Not only is she the one driving, she could probably crush you with her bare hands…or sink her sharp fangs into your neck and drain you dry.

Fear is certainly not what you feel at that thought though.

The corners of her mouth quirk up into the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen. “You’re into some weird stuff, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“What else are you?” The way you shift in your seat doesn’t go unnoticed by the brunette. “Some kind of mind reader?”

“No need,” she replies. “Your scent gave you away.”

Your face heats up at her words but you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or something else. Thankfully, she pulls up to her apartment complex before you can dig yourself into a deeper hole.

A weirdly comfortable silence surrounds you as you make your way out of the car and into her apartment. You’ve known Kate for a while and you’ve always felt safe around her, something that not even those sharp fangs can take away. Especially when she places a strong hand on the small of your back while she leads the way.

For someone who’s richer than most people will ever be in their whole life, her apartment isn’t extremely lavish or full of ridiculous decorations. It could even be considered minimalistic if it weren’t for the numerous bows scattered all over the living room, the chewed-up boots near Lucky’s dog bed, and the overwhelming amount of clothes piled up on the couch.

“Sorry, I don’t usually have people over,” she says almost as if reading your mind. “I’m not usually so messy.”

“You and I both know that’s a lie, Katherine.”

She makes a disgusted face at the sound of her full name, her expression somewhere between adorable and amusing. “You didn’t have to say it like that.”

You’re about to make another stupid comment when your brain short circuits at the sight of Kate unbuttoning her shirt, the black tank top she always wears underneath straining against her torso and all the muscles you know are hiding out of sight.

The corners of her mouth quirk up just enough to give away the fact that she knows exactly what she’s doing and she’s one-hundred percent doing it on purpose. You’re just grateful she doesn’t verbalize how obvious your breathlessness is.

You attempt to look away from her but she moves her arm just enough for you to notice the dark stain on her shirt. It takes you a second to figure out what it’s from and you mentally curse the brunette for not telling you she had gotten hurt.

“Kate,” you call out once you find your voice again. “You’re bleeding.”

“What?” She looks down at her arm, clearly pretending she hadn’t noticed the wound yet, before shrugging her shoulders. “Oh, yeah, it’s fine.”

“Fine? Why didn’t you tell me you got stabbed?”

“It’s just a scratch.”

She tries to wave you off but it’s too late. You’re already gripping her shoulder and pushing her down onto her overpriced leather couch. “You’re an idiot. Sit down.”

She grumbles something about being able to take care of herself but you don’t listen to a word she says. Instead, your hands reach out for the first-aid kit she keeps on her coffee table.

“Take your shirt off.”

“y/n, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask, baby.” Her voice carries that cocky tone that makes you want to punch her and kiss her at the same time.

“Shut up,” you mutter while attempting to look unaffected.

There are too many thoughts swirling around your brain and most of them have to do with Kate doing some very inappropriate things to you, with or without her fangs. The truth is, you can act like you’re only attracted to the danger that could potentially come your way now that you know her secret but she’s always been far too good at scrambling your brain with a few well-placed words.

She finally does what you ask, pushing her shirt off her shoulders and revealing inches of skin you’ve never seen from such close proximity before. You’re able to pass off your clear ogling as concern as you step closer to examine the small knife wound.

It’s only a few inches long but deep enough to have caused her to bleed the entire way here. You wordlessly open up the first-aid kit and start disinfecting the area, doing your best to ignore the soft groans that leave the brunette’s lips.

“Is all of that stuff true?” You ask a few minutes later, the smallest hint of a joke in your tone.

The corners of Kate’s mouth quirk up into a small smirk that tells you she knows exactly what you’re talking about. “What stuff?”

“You know, the stuff about silver and garlic and burning in the sun?”

“Yes to the silver, no to the garlic, and kind of to the sun. I sunburn really easily but I don’t think that’s due to the vampire thing.”

You laugh at her response, the sound nervous yet warm. It’s still too much to wrap your head around but at least she’s not beating around the bush anymore. “How long have you…?”

“All my life,” she replies with an almost inaudible wince as you start to bandage her up. “It’s a long, complicated story but my family and I are descendants of the first vampires to ever exist. We’re legacies.”

“Sounds fancy.”

She chuckles while she shakes her head. “It’s a pain in the ass.”

“I’m sure there are worse things to be.” 

You finish securing the bandage in place right as the words leave your lips. Now that there’s nothing to distract you, you realize how close together the two of you actually are. You’re standing right between Kate’s open legs, the heat of her body warming you up in ways that leave your legs shaky. 

“y/n, I…I’ve done a lot of things that-”

“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t need to know any of that to know I trust you.”

She looks up at you, her usually bright eyes looking soft and vulnerable for the first time in a long time. It’s almost startling how quickly she changes from the cocky and overconfident Kate Bishop everyone knows to this gentle and hesitant version of herself.

A version of her you can't help but love.

Your feelings must be more than obvious by this point but she doesn't push. You've never known her to be slow or patient or particularly sensitive to what other people want and yet she waits.

The seconds feel like hours until her eyes finally drift down to your lips…and the small amount of blood that still coats them.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

The few brain cells that aren’t completely focused on the brunette in front of you tell you to move away from her before you cross a line you won’t be able to come back from. A line that is unprofessional and stupid and full of problems and rumors that will probably ruin your life. 

Unfortunately, crossing that line is the only thing that’s been on your mind since the day you started working for her. And the urge to find out what her lips taste like and what her hands feel like on your skin has only gotten stronger since.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotions you don’t want to think about.

You lean in closer, your breath fanning across her lips while you grab her hands and place them on your waist. “Please don’t stop.”

“y/n…” Her voice comes out somewhere between a whine and a groan. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

It’s unclear whether she’s talking about her vampire side or her serial heartbreaker side but you ignore her warning all the same. You’ve wanted her far too long to let something that seems so irrelevant right now stop you.

“I’ll be fine,” you assure her, letting her pull you close until you're finally sitting on her lap. “I only need you right now.”

The weight and warmth of your body on her lap causes her to take in a sharp breath, one that leaves no doubts about what it is she wants to do with you. “Fuck…”

She leans forward, completely ignoring your lips and instead moving her face toward your neck, her nose brushing against your skin and making your heart skip multiple beats. Her grip on your hips tightens and you swear you can feel the smirk that adorns her features right before she attaches herself to your neck.

Your head tilts back to allow her free access while you do your best not to grind against her. You fail miserably the second her fangs start to nip your skin. She doesn’t bite down hard enough to puncture your neck but the feeling has you desperately bucking your hips in search of relief anyway.

 “Kate-” You gasp out, your hands holding onto her arms for support.

She chuckles while one of her hands starts its journey down inside your jeans. “I know, sweetheart. I can smell how much you need me…how desperate you are to feel me inside you. I bet you can’t think about anything else right now.”

You’re not sure when it happened but her hesitation has clearly gone out the window by now. All that remains is the current of need that flows eagerly between your two bodies.

You let out a soft moan as her fingers dip inside your soaked underwear and find the mess she’s turned you into with a few teasing words and restrained kisses. “Please.”

“Such a good girl,” she murmurs. “How can I deny someone as sweet as you?”

Despite her words, she still doesn’t give you what you truly want. Instead, she presses two fingers against your throbbing clit and starts drawing small circles, her movements slow and calculated. Your hips move in response and you suddenly realize what it is she wants from you. 

There’s no time for whines or embarrassment, no time for anything except desire and desperation. 

You grind down on her fingers and let out a string of incoherent noises that leave Kate groaning into your neck. “Just like that, baby. Show me how much you want me.”

You do just as she asks, rolling your hips and relishing the non-stop kisses she lands on your overheated skin. Her teeth keep teasing you and it’s all you can do not to beg her to bite you hard enough to make you dizzy.

She told you earlier she wasn’t a mind reader but you’re about to call bullshit on that considering the way she picks up on all your dirty thoughts without a single word from you.

“I could drain you so easily right now. You’re so desperate you’d just let me, wouldn’t you? You’d let me sink my teeth into you so long as I kept fucking you, wouldn’t you?”

Your sounds of ecstasy should be more than an answer but they’re not enough for the brunette. She picks up the pace of her fingers and turns your brain to mush long enough for you to let out the truth.

“Yes! God, yes. Please- Don’t stop.”

“Good girl.”

She plants a few more kisses against your neck before she finally bites you. Hard. Hard enough to make your eyes squeeze shut and your legs tense up. The pain borders on unbearable until she starts sucking.

Your mind spins endlessly as all the different sensations overwhelm you. You’re not sure what to focus on but your body makes the decision for you. 

You gasp, although the sound comes out more like a whine than anything else, and Kate takes the hint. She plunges her fingers inside of you right as you fall over the edge, the tips curled just enough to hit that one spot that has you seeing stars that weirdly resemble the color of her eyes.

You’re shaking and panting and dizzier than ever but it all feels far too good. The pleasure and the pain roll together to give you the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had and you suddenly wonder how you lived so long without knowing such ecstasy existed.

Kate detaches herself from your neck right as the ringing in your ears fades. You open your eyes to the sight of her, pupils blown wide and her lips stained red. You subconsciously clench around her fingers and she smiles.

“I was right,” she says, her voice low and far too controlled for your liking. “You taste as delicious as you smell.”

You don’t waste another second attaching your lips to hers and drowning out all her cocky statements.

You end up spending the rest of the night getting to know Kate in ways you’d only ever dreamed about before, completely oblivious to the way word already starts spreading about your intimate encounter outside the walls of her apartment.

[pantherxrogers]

surprise, it's a Luca blurb! (SMUT 18+ ONLY)

Content warnings: smut below the cut!! (18+ ONLY), public fingering, exhibitionism, dirty talk, explicit language, slight degradation, slight dom!Luca

A/N: I'm at a little bit of a standstill rn with Are You In? but I wanted to give you guys something to tide you over until the next chapter is out! This is completely separate from that series, just something I thought of! I'm experimenting with dom/sub dynamics?? Let me know what you guys think! 😘

Summary: Luca fingers the reader in a movie theater. That's it. LMAO 💀

You can feel your heart beating in your ears, but that's nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of Luca's hand between your thighs.

"Shh, love, do you want someone to hear you?"

His voice is right next to your ear, drowning out the sound of the movie playing in the theater. The two of you are near the back, thankfully, and you have the row to yourselves.

His thumb rubs firm circles against your clit, while your thighs threaten to cut off his circulation. He wouldn't have it any other way, though. He knows you're getting off on the thrill of it all.

As a baker, Luca uses his hands a lot. And it shows. You're almost embarrassed by how turned on you are, he's only been fingering you for a few minutes. But, the way his strong arm cradles you from behind to dip in between your thighs and fuck you with his fingers is really doing it for you. All you can see, hear, and feel is Luca. And that's the way you like it.

"Maybe I should make you clean off the seat when we're done. You're pussy's so wet I can almost hear it over the movie," he groans into your ear, the sound making you clench around the finger he's pumping inside of you. The way he chuckles makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but you both know you love it.

"L-Luca, someone might hear you," you whine into his ear, spreading your legs as much as the seat (and your tight skirt) will allow. He's added a second finger now, scissoring both of them inside your wet entrance.

"Good, I want them to know who's stretching out this tight cunt," he replies, dipping his head down to suck on your neck. You swear someone has turned the AC off, his actions sending a warm flush over your body.

He's angling himself towards you, effectively shielding you from any prying eyes. His jacket is draped over your lap, for added protection. Despite his crude actions, the gesture warms your heart. Typical Luca.

"I think-, I think I'm gonna cum," you sigh out, lifting your hips to meet his fingers. Your confession only spurs him on further.

He uses his other hand to reach over and toy with your nipples through the thin top you're wearing. You bite your lip to stop the whine from slipping out, but it's no use.

Luckily, Luca brings a hand up to your mouth, silencing the moan that threatens to break the silence in the room. The action makes you clench his fingers even tighter.

"Oh, you like it when I shut you up?" He whispers into your ear, chuckling when you nod your head vigorously. You didn't think you could be more turned on than you already were, but the way he dominates you is pushing you towards your high.

"You're gonna cum in front of all these people, baby?"

You don't even fully register his question, just nodding in agreement, solely focused on the high you're chasing.

"Damn, I didn't know you were this desperate for it. Maybe I should've fucked you before we left the house."

That's all it takes for the coil to snap. You're grateful for his hand over your mouth, catching the moans that fall out. He continues to massage your clit throughout your high, the pleasure crashing over you in steady waves.

"Don't worry, I'll still fuck you when we get back to the house, too," he asserts, placing a kiss on the top of your head. Your thighs squeeze together out of reflex.

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[archangeldyke-all]

Hi, first time ever sending an ask like this but I needed to tell you how much I love what you write and that I am absolutely grateful you also write for amab sevika 🥺🙏❤️ I was wondering if you maybe would write amab sevika having sex with an insecure afab nonbinary reader and Sev kissing their top surgery scars and doing a bit of body worship? 🥺 Thank you 😭🙏❤️

of course!! this is gonna be a little less smutty because i just wrote a big ol' smut piece last night so i'm all smutted out rn, so i hope that's okay!

disclaimer! i'm cis, so i'm unfamiliar with the specifics of top surgery. if i got anything wrong, please lmk and i'll fix it right away! :)

men and minors dni

first of all, if you guys are together when you get top surgery, sevika would almost be more excited than you.

it's not that she doesn't love your tits. (she does.)

but she loves you so much more, and she knows top surgery is going to make you so happy, and she's so excited for you.

your recovery is uncomfortable and painful as it always is, but it's a little more bearable when sevika's waiting on you hand and foot, grinning each time she changes your bandages and sees your still-swollen but now flat chest.

each night, she'd insist she be the one to rub your scar-fading cream over the scars on your chest.

and each time, she'd press a kiss right over your heart as she rubs it in.

when you're fully healed, sevika wouldn't be able to keep her hands to herself.

not really in a sexual context (we'll get to that in a second) but just because she wants to reassure you and touch you and soothe the scars on your chest.

she's always tracing over the scars, slipping her hand up your shirt to gently rub her thumb back and forth over them.

if you're ever feeling insecure (maybe the scars are lopsided or really obvious, maybe your nipples look a little different now, or you don't have any at all, maybe you're just feeling blah about your body) sevika's the first person to notice something's off-- sometimes even before you do.

"what's wrong?" sevika asks when she wanders into the bathroom and finds you tracing your top surgery scars. you huff.

"nothin'." you say. she shoots you a skeptical look as she approaches you, both hands on your hips and her chin hooking over your shoulder to lock eyes with you in the mirror.

slowly, her hands creep up your side until she's holding your chest, gently tracing over the scars as she presses kisses to your neck and cheek.

"i love you." she whispers. "you're perfect, y'know." she says.

(it's always easy to believe her, especially when you can feel her dick growing hard against your ass.)

in the bedroom, sevika'd always have her mouth on your scars. tracing them with her tongue, pressing kisses to the center of your chest or your nipples, sucking hickeys underneath the scars to decorate them.

she still sleeps on your chest-- slightly less comfortable now without the fat of your breasts to cushion her-- but she doesn't care.

sometimes, you wake up to her whispering secrets to the scars.

"so pretty. so perfect."

"fuckin' sexy ass body."

and your favorite so far, "you made 'em so happy. never saw 'em smile as big as they did when they first saw their new chest. thank you." whispered reverently against the scar tissue on your skin.

you had to snap your eyes shut to pretend to be sleeping when she pulled back away, not wanting her to know you caught her.

she knows, though. she can hear your rapid heart beat beneath her ear as she settles back down. she doesn't say anything, just presses a kiss to your skin, a smile on her lips.

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[jubiilee13]

hi babes I saw you begging for requests for mike schmidt so I decided to send my own request to you… as cliche as it is, could you write an angsty misunderstanding fic where basically mike is over-working himself to death and barely making time for you and you think you did something wrong but it turns out mike was just tired af. It can be smut or fluff since I don’t know what you really like to write. Sorry if this request is bad I’m not good at asking for things😭😭

-anon

anon ily ty for the request 😻😻

this may be a lil bad bc I’m sick rn but I hope u still enjoy 🫶

warnings: tiny mention of blood, angst, angy mike, sad reader, alludes to a little smut at the end but yeah

lets just say for this abby is at a um... sleepover or smth idk i forgot to include her

didnt check this for grammatical errors so my bad if it sucks lmao

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you and mike didn’t fight often

i mean you never really had reason to

but lately mike had been weird, he had been… distant.

mike often had his rough days, as did you, but this time was different.

every morning when he returned home instead of his usual warm embraces, you’d been receiving the cold shoulder, at most a few sentences spoken between the two of you before he dragged himself off to bed.

you were worried to say the least, you knew you had done nothing wrong, yet something in your gut made you wonder if you did.

so you decided today was the day you were going to talk to him about it.

boy was that a bad idea...

the moment mike stepped out of his bedroom he spotted you, anxiously fidgeting as your eyes met his own

"we need to talk mike" you mumble, clearly not looking forward to having this conversation.

mike rolls his eyes, "what y/n" he replies, attitude evident in his tone, yet the attitude is weak, and you note his face is just a bit paler than usual, the bags under his eyes more evident, something was off.

"whats been going on with us mike?" you ask, voice trembling "did... did i do something? you- you've been so distant..."

"its nothing y/n, stop worrying" he says with a scoff, and you bite your lip.

"mike you dont have to lie to me" you say softly, extending your hand out to him to soothe him.

Then something inside him snaps, that movement- that feeling. he couldnt take it.

"God damn it y/n i said nothing is wrong! you never listen! just leave me alone! you clearly only make things worse!" he cries out, and your body freezes.

"o-oh" is all you can say, retracting your trembling hand, clearly in shock

"o-okay um... um i-i'll leave you be..." you mumble under your breath, trying to hide your emotions until you were out of his sight.

you scurry away, biting your lip so hard it draws blood, and the moment you enter your bedroom the tears escape.

you shut the door behind you, leaning against it and sliding to your knees, hand reaching to cover your mouth to hide the sobs.

what had you done?

did you upset him?

is he gonna leave?

so many questions flooded your mind all at once

it was so overwhelming, all you wanted was him... but right now that was the one thing you couldnt have.

so you sat there, leaning against the door of your room for god knows how long.

eventually when no more tears could fall, you lead yourself to your bed, a bed that had been untouched for a few months now due to you always sleeping with mike, and after a few more shaky breaths, you slipped into a uneasy slumber.

As you slept, mike took himself for a drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles faded to white.

he was angry

he was tired

he just wanted to be home

it slowly started to dawn on him that upon his arrival home earlier, his anger had been misdirected.

he wasnt mad at you

he loved you

god- you just wanted to help

why couldnt he see that?

he lets out a shaky sigh, punching his steering wheel as he lets out a few grunts of anger (much to the dismay of the car infront of him)

he decides to leave you be for the time being, and he leads him self on down the winding road, until he comes across an empty parking lot.

he lets himself settle there for a while, staring into the dark abyss in front of him.

eventually he decides to call you, and when you dont pick up... he calls again.

and again.

and... again....

and 12 more times.

he was worried to say the least, what if you left him? what. if you didnt love him anymore?

after the final call he places his phone in his pocket, running a hand through his hair as he starts up the car again and heads home.

in the meantime you were at home, tossing and turning, unable to find a true sense of saftey in your own sheets and god was it horrible.

you didnt notice the buzzing of your phone, nor the vibration any time left another voicemaiil.

so you lay on your back, your teary eyes staring up at the ceiling.

thats when you heard the front door open, the jingling of mikes house keys alongside his work ones

maybe he didnt leave

did he come back for you?

maybe he-

your thoughts are interrupted however by a gentle, almost silent knock at your door. you want to open it, you really do, but you're scared.

for once you put aside your fear and you sit up, quietly tiptoeing over to the door and cracking it open just enough to meet mikes eyes.

both of your teary eyes meet one another, and something snaps within both of you

your grip on the handle goes slack as mike gently pushes further on the door, and the moment it opens enough for him to enter, youre surrounded by him

he kisses you gently, his hands wrapping around you, and you two hold the kiss until you eventually pull away to gasp for air

"im so sorry- i never meant to snap at you baby- i-i- im just so exhausted- work is so hard- i-i never meant to take it out on you- i love you so muc y/n- i"

you cut him off by kissing him again, this kiss growing more heated, your body pressing against his

"its ok" you whisper when you pull away, your foreheads resting against one another

"we'll be ok" you whisper

those 3 words are repeated for the rest of the night, along with other words of praise and affirmation.

the two of you love each other, and tonight it shows.

just as youre about to fall into a warm, peaceful sleep, mike presses a kiss against your damp forehead.

"i love you"

that was all you needed to hear in order to slip into slumber in his embrace.

--

yayayayya mike

i hope that was good

ok ily

bye pookster

[defensivelee]

hello to all my kinky William enjoyers out thereee! god has a plan for you, and by god i mean me, and by plan i mean a WIP from the tenth hot spring part two :)

i think i will be posting more Six Lives WIPs as time goes on bc uhh chapters are very spread out in between but im always so excited to show off what im working on and i want to feed you every now and then. some things will probably change in the final draft, or perhaps the WIP won't even appear in the end at all, but for now it's what i'll be happy with posting! if you want to read spoilz free, thats fine too :) obv i won't post any shattering plot points or anything like that

this ones some very nsfw/kinky b&w that i was very proud of and also i shamelessly found it hot so i wanted to post it like rn. i do have to give warnings for mentions of CSA, mentions of incest, having sex while intoxicated, and unhealthy BDSM practices. seriously, do not do what they did here william's just very drunk. otherwise, enjoy :]!

“Yeah...nothing...nothing, nothing, nothing, it was never anything to us...not in New Amsterdam, not to the Overlifers.” He glared up at the ceiling and took Bentinck’s hand. “And not to him.” He pulled Bentinck forward suddenly, and Bentinck gasped, his face flushing as he stared into William’s eyes. He felt the legs spreading around his own, William laughing and caressing his friend’s cheek.

“William, you...” Bentinck wanted to step away, tell him to calm down. But he let his Overlifer guide his hands, so that he found himself pulling away William’s jacket, and then his tie. William sighed in relief.

“Feels so good to have it off, Hans,” he whispered, caressing Bentinck’s cheek with one black nail. “Hm? Thank you. Clothes...fucking hate it.”

“Maybe you could try wearing less,” Bentinck said with an awkward cough.

“What do you think I’m tryna do, Hans?” William laughed again. “Get it all off, baby, I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. It’s always worse when I drink...it’s always better.”

“What?” But Bentinck, once more, did as William said, all while William clumsily undid his belt and threw it to the side. Then he brought Bentinck in for a kiss like never before.

It wasn’t exactly what the Ally had in mind, especially after today. But once he touched the divine lips he gave in, sucking on William’s tongue and stroking his horns until they were both out of breath, though that never said much for William.

“Hans,” William said in between pants, “you are going to fuck me.”

“N-No, I...” Bentinck shook his head. “We tried once. You were so scared.”

“I need that damned fox and I need you,” William growled a little too quickly. “Is this not what you fuckin’ wanted? I want it. I’m not afraid ‘n I never was.”

“William, I’m not going to do this if you don’t really want it,” Bentinck said firmly. “You don’t have to do this for anyone but yourself. It wouldn’t be good for you.”

“I just said I wanted it!” William yelled, snapping his jaws near Bentinck’s face as if he had inherited his father’s sharp teeth. Bentinck jumped back, and William chuckled as he sat up.

“Look, Hans, I got over sucking my daddy’s cock by sucking yours,” he said, grinning wickedly. “What makes you think this won’t work, too?”

“I- I really don’t think you should phrase it like that.” Bentinck let out a nervous laugh as William pulled his pants down.

“Why not? Don’t like it when I call someone else daddy?” William climbed on top of him, and Bentinck couldn’t stop staring. “Want to be the only one, is that right?”

“Please don’t call me that,” Bentinck said. He sighed, relenting at last when William began to unbutton his shirt. “So you think riding me would make it better for your first time? You’d be more in control.”

“He made me ride him, too. When I was sixteen.”

“Oh.” Bentinck looked away. He really didn’t know what to say to that. William was never this forward.

“I’ll be fine,” William said. “I’ll be okay. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, okay?” He shut his eyes, and Bentinck wondered if he was really talking to himself instead. He was tempted to tell him to stop this, he was just drunk and he had no idea what he wanted, but then William was on him and he was so beautiful and he didn’t seem afraid anymore when Bentinck was in him.

It was everything Bentinck thought it might have been. He could tell it hurt William at first, but he seemed to like it even then. He took hold of Bentinck’s wrists and bowed his head, his breaths short and matching his movements. Bentinck gripped his waist to help him out, letting out his own huffs through his clenched teeth. There was never, ever going to be anything that would feel better than this.

“Hans,” William gasped, “hit me.”

“W-Where?”

“Anywhere. Leave a mark.”

“Should we- should we not talk about this first?”

“Fucking hit me, Ally.”

So Bentinck slapped his thigh hard, and William tossed his head back with a vicious roar in his moans. “Oh, Ferocity! Harder, harder, Hans!”

“Again?” Bentinck had to admit, he was pleased with the result of that.

“On my face...please.”

Bentinck slapped his face, tugged William around by his horns and tail, shoved his head back by a grip on his hair, all things William asked for and met with a howl Bentinck would have found hilarious if it really wasn’t so hot. When William lay back on the bed and ordered him to continue that way, he didn’t hesitate— he pinned his master’s arms beside his head and fucked him as an Overlifer was meant to be serviced. William arched his back, crying out and hissing like an animal.

“You’re so fucking hot, William, I hope you know that,” Bentinck leaned in to say.

“And you’re...you’re so big, oh, shit...” William was wheezing dangerously, but neither of them were done yet, and Bentinck only stopped if William told him to. “Blindfold me.”

Bentinck looked around, briefly stopping to reach out for his own tie he’d been wearing what felt like hours ago and tying it tightly around William’s head. That was when William turned around and ordered Bentinck to continue that way, and Bentinck gladly did so, holding William’s tail up just to look at himself inside of the Overlifer.

“Hold my arms back, don’t let me fucking move, pussy—!” William shouted, and Bentinck pinned his arms back, shoving into him as much as he could. William jolted forward with a snarl, his legs shaking. “Fuck, yes! Cum in me, Hans, I want your children!”

Bentinck burst out laughing, just as he came inside William, and then everything was meaningless from there. The only thing that mattered was William gasping, his tightness around Bentinck and his whines under his breath.

“Thank you, sir...thank you...thank you...”

Bentinck paused to catch his breath, then leaned forward to pull down the tie from William’s eyes. “You don’t have to say that to me,” he said with a smile. “I was doing it all for- for you. And I loved it.”

But William didn’t answer. His eyes were screwed shut, his breaths short, and Bentinck rubbed at his back. “William? Do you need your inhaler?”

William opened his eyes and nodded. “It’s...just you.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, thank the- thank the dwaallichten.” He took Bentinck’s hand and didn’t let go for the rest of the night.

[firstdivisiongirl]

helloo !! id like to ask for a matchup if that’s alright? (youre on break rn though so take your time dw!) I’m not too sure how to req a matchup so sorry if it’s too much ghdkvhdk

to start off with my hobbies and interests, there’s a LOT of them and they’re very contrasting- I’ve probably spent the most cash on drawing (investment on a drawing iPad aaaouurg), but I also spend a lot of my time writing and singing! On the complete opposite end of the spectrum, I also enjoy blacksmithing, welding, and boxing a lot!! Im also a huuuuge history buff and I really like psychology as well!!

I really like spicy foods and fruit flavored things and hearing people ramble about things they're passionate about, and I like puzzles n stuff that makes me think :]] dislikes consist of chocolate, angry yelling, crowded spaces, and boring people !!

I'm a very 0-100 person where I'm either very low energy and distant, or high energy. Im pretty impulsive as well, at least when it comes to my own safety whether it be for a dumb reason or important. I very rarely talk about my interests to people who I'm not 100% comfortable with, but when I am it's VERY easy to urge me into infodumping about fuck all I can talk about my interests for actual hours and I get really emotional if I'm told to be quiet fjdjfusjf- id like to think I'm pretty ambitious and witty as well, I'm quick to snap back at people. In terms of outside of my social circle however, I'm very much so an introvert and have a very hard time meeting new people :']

SORRY THIS IS SO MUCH I DONT KNOW HOW MUCH OR HOW LITTLE I SHOULDVE PUT IF YOU WANT ME TO SEND A SHORTER ONE THRN LMK I TOTALLY WILL!!! AGAIN TAKE YOUR TIME WITH THIS ILL BE HAPPY WITH ANYTHING YOU MAKE :DDD (and feel free to call me :] anon!!)

I'll be doing a matchup for you too but since I just followed you I don't know you very well yet, BUT ITLL HAPPEN I SWEAR

~ :]

Hi :]. It’s so nice to hear from you! Of course you can have a matchup! I always have time to do this! I’m back from break and it sucked, but this was great to come back and do! This one was kind of hard. I was torn between like 6, but after some thinking, lots of outlines and lists. I came up with it!!

Your most like a combination of Sabo and Chopper!!!

Sabo:

You both are very impulsive and will do anything

Sabo is a 0-100 kind of guy just like you!

Both of you are ambitious and witty as well as emotional

Both love writing. You guys would write an amazing book together. I’d love to see it

Lastly, you both are emotional and hate boring and terrible people.

I could definitely imagine you joining the RA

Chopper:

Both could talk anyone’s ear off about everything you love. Chopper would definitely talk about medical stuff all day if he could

Chopper is a little introverted around strangers like you. But I do feel like you would be better at hiding than him 😊

Chopper is a little intimidated by crowds like you

Chopper like sweets and fruits are sweet so….

He also is afraid of Nami who yells. You hate yelling. Enough said.

But when you two find friends, you’ll come out of your shells and flourish!

I hope you like it! You said you would do a match up for me so just DM me and I’ll give you any info you need! Thank you :] for the request! 💙🤍

[dreamhot]

Potatoes are your bestie for braces. I also always had instant ramen on hand and numbing gel bc the first months sucked ass. I’m on my rubber band wearing point rn and I’ve snapped the band a few times already so that’s annoying but you get used to it 🤷🏻‍♀️ make sure to brush your gums bc they sometimes get swollen and make it hard for the little rubber piece to go on the brackets. I enjoy picking out the color and i used to get matching with dreams mcc team rip

aur oh no ... whenever i think about mcc and whether or not dream will ever return to it my heart breaks a lil u_u

i know i'll probably be fine for today but i'm thinking i ought to prep something soft tonight so that i'm not struggling for the rest of the week lmao

[misty-groves]

Migraine day

*this is all pre-character development and so they are still at their worst rn. This is the start of Tucker showing Josie he isn't the worst towards women. (Eventually I will wrote a cohesive story with them swearsies)

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It's months after Josie arrives to bloodgulch that she is fully incapacitated by her chronic illness and pain. The migraine and muscle spasms have her hiding in the dark of her room.

Church has taken pity on her and sent Caboose out with Shiela to do something. The man dosen’t show care well but he understands the pain.

There's banging on her door and she whines into her pillow. "Go away."

"Sweetcheeks! Come on lunch is ready-"

"Fuck off." Josie snaps, harsher than she has been in her whole time here. She can't make herself deal with this shit.

"Woah, you don't gotta be a bitch-"

"I will eat your fucking kidneys, get the fuck away from my door, asshole." Josie growls loudly, trying to keep her breathing even as another muscle spasm starts.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Tucker leave her the fuck alone." Church snaps as footsteps approach her door. "She feels like shit."

"What is she on the rag?"

"Dude what the fuck?" Church manages, trying to decide how stupid his teammate is.

"You dumb asshole, I'm- God fucking damn it!" Josie breaks off into cursing and whimpers as pain tears violently down her back.

There's silence, and Josie thanks every deity she can conceptualize regardless of knowledge.

"Sorry I asked if you were on the rag..." Tucker says, sounding odd.

"Please fuck off." Josie groans, curling together.

Footsteps recede, and she allows herself to whine again. She can't do this. She can't do it. She dosen’t know how she's going to survive this without her old team.

She's had migraines and muscle spasms since she got here. But she's been able to push through them. Bit this set-

She thinks she might like to try dying again.

"You need to drink more liquids." Omikron chimes as he flickers to life above her.

"Fuck. That. Moving is agony."

"I know."

Josie loses track of time, managing to drink a little liquid. With all the water gone, she has personally resorted to Gatorade she procures from an UNSC contact.

She startles when someone enters her room, the lifht causing a full body flinch and a keen of pain. The door shuts quickly though.

"Hey uh... I brought you a protein shake and uh- some more pillows." Tucker says.

"What?" Josie asks dumbly.

"Look I get it. Chronic pain sucks. Or well- I don't but you know what I mean."

"Oh. Shit- thanks?"

Tucker sets the protein shake on her bedside table and sets segral pillows beside her on the bed. "My sister has migraines... they're a bitch."

"You have a sister and talk to women the way you do?" Josie manages, though her voice pauses a few times.

"You're not the first to think that." Tucker says, "Did you want some pain killers?"

"I couldn't find them."

"I'll get some."

"Does upir sister know you're a raging dough nugget?"

"Marcy hates it." He admits, not bothering to elaborate.

She dosen’t press. But she thinks it bumanzies him a little. He's still a massive asshole, but like- human.

Tucker leaves again. Josie just slumps backwards.

She allows herself to adjust the pillows to better hold her weight. She relishes the comfort Omikron sends through her mind. Her ever loyal friend.

When Tucker comes back he hands her some pain killers. "Here."

"Thank you." Josie manages.

"Yeah well, I'm not a total asshole."

Josie dosen’t know what to say to that. But she swalllws the pills without question.

Josie takes a slow breath, rubbing her temples. She's fine. This is fine.

"Here." Tucker says, setting a cold eye mask on her stomach.

"Where did you get this?"

"Don't worry about it."

Josie wants to argue. But she’s in no position. She groans as yet another muscle spasm down her spine rips through her.

She places the mask on her face and immediately bates the new temperature. But it will help probably. She's willing to try.

"Can- do you want anything else?"

"I don't even know. Thank you though."

"Alright. Uh- call if you need me."

Josie makes a choice. She hates to be alone when she's in pain. And Tucker is right here.

And yes, he is a sexist asshole who calls her weird pet names. Yes, he is derogatory towards women. Yes he is a selfish man.

And yet he came and helped her. More than any one else here has. He hasn't made one sexjoke since he came in.

"Can- can you stay?" Josie asks.

"You sure?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

Tucker snorts at that, "Okay sweetcheeks."

Josie still dosen’t love that name but whatever. She's been called worse.

He sits on the ground beside her bed, running over stories from his life. The longer he talks the less he thinks. He ends up talking about his sister a little, and his nephew.

He talks about Church and the man's bitching mood. He talks about how they ended up drinking ketchup. He talks about captain flowers who he knew for less than two days.

Josie just listens. He's still a coarse asshole, and when he talks about women that aren't his sister he's crass as hell, but he has really opened her eyes.

He's still a major asshole... but like- not a complete utter duchebag.

Josie falls asleep to the sound of him talking. And when she wakes up hours later Tucker is there still, stretched out on the floor asleep.

She frowns as she squints at his form, that can't be comfortable. She's not a huge fan but he just spent hours helping her, so she's not going to just let him sleep on the floor.

So, she calls his name until he wakes up.

"What?" Tucker croaks.

"That dosen’t seem comfortable." Josie says simply.

"Are you offering ypir bed?"

"Not that way for sure."

Tucker just laughs. He has no issue with Josie. He thinks she's funny and bad ass.

[dxckgrxsonx]

We all know jason loves eating pussy, and this mf knows he's good at too, he gets hard and off off it. but imagine him coming home from patrol and him being needy asf and being bratty and once he gets his mouth on you he's whimpering and grindning his hips into the bed and your pulling his hair and it makes him moan and grind into the bed even more, and when he's finally done getting you off he stands up and you see the wet spot on his boxers and he's still hard and he's shy and soft about it

Also bby I love your version of jason and dick, like holy fuck the shit you write is AMAZING like I love you so much..

its after 2am. i have to be up for work at 7. i give zero fucks rn. i need to write this. if i fall asleep at work later, im blaming you.

**

"Fucking hell, Jay. What's gotten into you?"

He paws at you, strong hands trying to tug at the elastic of your pyjama shorts. His mouth is pitched up in a smirk. He wants something, you know he does. The elastic snaps back against your skin when Jason fumbles his grip and you hiss through your teeth at the sting.

You're grabbing at his shoulders, trying to find some fleeting sense of stability amongst his chaos. In the back of your head, you note that he's back from patrol a little early.

"Slow night, huh?" You try, unable to do anything but shuffle back in half steps when Jason herds you to the bedroom. "Must be if you're this needy."

His focus shoots to you, a pout suddenly settling on his face, "Wanna eat you out. Missed the taste of you."

Your eyebrow cocks up, eyes searching for a clock, "You are aware it's the middle of the night, right? We should be sleeping."

"But baby." Jason whines, settling on his front when you tip backwards onto the bed. "I want to lick your pussy. Please let me taste you, I know you're wet."

Combing your fingers through his hair when he leans forwards to press a handful of kisses across your stomach, you tug lightly at the base of his skull and pull his head back so you can look at him.

"Always about you, huh? I want this. I want that. What about me?"

Jason whimpers, "C'mon, sweetheart--please. Y'know I'm good at it. I'll have you coming in no time. Then when I'm done, we can go to bed."

Dragging his fingers just under the waistband of your shorts you feel your body flush with goosebumps. His touch burns a path straight through to your gut, it feels like wildfire, feels like nuclear fission. He kickstarts the heat inside you and you feel yourself start to get damp.

"Pleaseee. Lemme lick your pretty pussy. Wanna make you feel good."

Cupping his cheek with one hand you sigh, "Okay, baby. If you want it so bad."

Pulling your shorts down your thighs Jason grins, impossibly pleased with himself, maybe a little smug. It's an infuriatingly good look on him and it's hard not to react in the way he wants you to. Stupid smug horny bastard.

Guiding your thighs over his broad shoulders, Jason swipes his soft, wet tongue through your slit. At soon as your taste blooms across his tongue he moans, eyelids fluttering closed in bliss. He licks you from your soaking entrance, all the way up to your puffy clit.

Grabbing at your waist, Jason sucks your clit between his lips and drags the flat of his tongue over it. Bucking your hips up you choke out a quiet gasp of his name and fist at his hair.

Almost immediately, Jason moans into your cunt, hips grinding into the bed. Yanking at the strands harder, you guide his head where you want it to be and the noise he makes has your clit twitching desperately in his mouth.

Suckling at the throbbing bundle of nerves your thighs quake over his shoulders. Even though he gets his mouth on your pussy as often as he can, Jason never fails to have you seeing space and time and everything in between.

He's good. Really fucking good.

"S'good, Jay." You gasp, head tipping back. "So good for me, baby."

You feel him whine against your clit and you kick your hips up, grind yourself into his greedy mouth. Jason takes it easily, reflectively adjusts to every single movement you make until you hold his head in place using his hair.

"Uh--fuck." He moans into your cunt when he realises what you're going to do. "Use me, baby. Grind that pretty pussy all over my face."

Rocking your hips, you hold Jason in place and grind against his talented mouth. For a brief second, you think he's going to come with the sound he makes and the way he grinds his cock into the sheets. Instead, he drags his tongue all over your clit and you make a high, keening noise in the back of your throat.

"M'close." You manage to get out, breathless and trembling.

Doubling his efforts, Jason licks and sucks at your clit like an expert, like he knows exactly what to do to get you coming undone. Sliding two fingers into your clenching hole he twists his wrist and drags them over your sweet spot.

Gushing all over his hand you jerk and yank at his hair. Jason cries out and shudders from head to toe. Pumping his fingers into you, you feel heat drag up your neck when you hear the way your pussy squelches around the digits.

Arching your back when he sucks at your clit and hits your sweet spot at the same time you come undone, crying out his name and thrusting against his face. You feel your clit pulse and twitch in his mouth as he keeps lavishing it with attention, pussy squeezing rhythmically around his fingers.

Pulling back once you're spent, you release the tight hold you have on his hair. Jason rocks back onto his knees and you notice straight away the damp spot staining the front of his underwear.

A flush spreads up his throat, redness touching at his cheeks. Your heartbeat kicks up a notch at the sight of him, soft and embarrassed. Ducking his head he tries to hide from the look on your face but you see the way his cock twitches and strains against the sticky fabric.

He wants to come again.

"Oh my sweet boy. Did you get a little too excited eating me out?" You coo, reaching out to him. "C'mere, s'my turn to take care of you."

**

[sparklingchim]

A tiny Drabble of oc papering and taking care of Nabi 🥺

"Nabi, baby, I don't have food for you in there." You try to unclasp her tiny fingers that are digging into the flesh that pokes out from your top.

It's always dangerous to wear a fitted cami top around Nabi. But you always seem to forget that fact until you're facing a situation such as this one again.

Nabi fusses when you move her hand away from your cleavage. You sigh, letting go of her tiny hand and allowing her to do whatever she wants, because you cannot resist her.

You're standing in front of the kitchen counter, waiting for Nabi's bottle to warm up.

Your phone buzzes and you swipe across the screen to see the message.

baby daddy

is everything fine?

is nabi okay?

You snap a quick picture of Nabi, her head cuddled against your collar bone.

y/n

[jpg]

she's doing perfectly fine

just a little whiny

she's rlly hungry

baby daddy

i can see that

y/n

huh

oh

🙄🙄

ure so funny kook

You're now only realising that that Nabi is ogling your boobs from above in the picture.

baby daddy

apparently she really likes ur mummy milkers

y/n

EW

STOP this right now jungkook

who tf says mummy milkers ????

baby daddy

don't try to make it look like i'm the weird one now

y/n

but u ARE

baby daddy

🙄

i have to go now

and you have to feed my baby

see u later baby

y/n

see ya

You take the warm bottle with you as you walk into the living room and sit down. Nabi watches the bottle filled with milk with big eyes and latches onto it as soon as it's within her reach. She has her small hand on top of yours as you hold the bottle for her.

"You know, taking care of you makes me really excited for the time when I'll have my own little one." You pat her soft hair. "How can you be this adorable, hm?" The way her doe eyes look into yours makes your heart clench.

After Nabi finishes the bottle she falls asleep within a couple of minutes. Carefully you walk her into your bedroom, slowly transferring her on your bed. As soon as Nabi is no longer in your arms, she wakes and starts whimpering.

"Nabi," you coo, scooping her back into your arms. She falls silent and you frown at her. "Are we being clingy again today?" But you can't stay mad at her, one look into her glassy eyes and you're already in the living room, laying down on the couch with Nabi cuddled on your chest.

Nabi is fast asleep, contentedly sucking on the pacifier, while she's in the comfort of your presence and scent and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep as well. You have one hand placed on her back, keeping her safe.

You don't know how much time has passed after you were woken up by the buzzing of your phone in your pocket. You rub your eye, reading Jungkook's text.

baby daddy

just got off work

coming over rn

y/n

already ????

but i wanted to bathe her :(

baby daddy

i could stay at your place for a little while

and then we can bathe her together ?

y/n

🥰

okie

come over quickly then

baby daddy

i'll be there in 10

You send Jungkook a pic of Nabi sleeping, her tiny body snuggled against you.

y/n

she's in dreamland but she rlly missed u

baby daddy

missed my girls too <3

[becca-e-barnes]

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS??

THE OPEN COLLAR

HIS BICEPS

HIS SMIRK

HIS FOREARMS

i'm absolutely feral rn 🥵

No because the greys in the beard too?? It makes me think of dad's best friend Steve and that's way too damn hot

Like the respectful, painfully handsome older man who spends his free time lounging on his couch with a book or out playing golf with your father.

The man who calls you "petal" when he picks you up from a night out at the college bar, takes your makeup off and sleeps on the couch while you sleep in his bed.

The man who pretends he isn't half hard when you try to tempt him, bending over his marble kitchen countertop, sucking on a popsicle and asking if he'd like a taste on a hot day.

"There are plenty of popsicles, petal. What makes you think I need to taste yours?" He's trying to stay polite, just testing the water to see if you're trying to take this in the direction he so desperately hopes it's going.

"Oh Stevie." You laugh, his breath catching in his throat as you lick the length of the frozen treat, catching a drip that was rolling down a little too quickly. You know it's the crudest way of getting his attention but damn, you've got it as you wrap your lips around the tip, flicking your tongue in the kind of way that has him hooked. "Mine tastes so sweet. It's addictive, Steve. Bet you wouldn't be able to stop once you've had a taste."

"Tell you what, petal. How about you finish the popsicle and I'll find something else to enjoy?" You have him right where you want him, on the verge of snapping. He's looking at you like he's ravenous and you're enjoying it just a little too much.

"Whatever you like, daddy." You smirk and God, that's it. His mouth is on yours, kissing your colder lips so frantically and the popsicle falls to the floor, totally forgotten.

"Didn't realise you were so good at that. Gonna have to fill that pretty mouth later. Let you suck on something a little bigger." He can't help how badly he needs this. It's so wrong and he knows it but at the end of the day, who's going to stop two very enthusiastically consenting adults?

He helps shimmy you out of your little shorts and his tongue massages yours, dropping your panties to the floor before he props you up on the cool marble. "Need a fuckin' taste, petal." He grunts, sinking to his knees and diving in with gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue.

You're so worked up already, it's nearly embarrassing but he doesn't comment. In fact, he doesn't say anything. Instead he just moans at the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair, your hips grinding against his hungry mouth as he licks and slurps like a man starved.

"Just like that, daddy. Oh fuck!" You whine, your back arching and your head thrown back but you're so glad you look down in time to catch the sight of his greying beard, slick with your arousal as he takes a breath before going right back to licking and sucking between your legs.

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Hi Peach~ 🤩💕 could I please request a Drabble with IM with 88 and 93? I love youuu 🥺💕💕💕

hi jordyn~ u most certainly can my lovely friend! ily so much mwah!! 💕

88. “Mmm, good morning to you too.”

93. “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

NOTE: I’m not accepting requests rn, these requests were sent during a short window of time that I accepted requests~

It had always been a sort of secret fantasy of yours to be woken up with your partner's head between your legs, but you hadn't mentioned it to any of your previous partners. But Changkyun brought out a lot of your fantasies. Something about him made you trust him more, made you more open sexually. Perhaps it was just how open he himself was that invited you to do the same. So it came as little surprise to you that Changkyun would someday fulfill your little morning fantasy, but the real surprise would be just when.

Then one Saturday with Changkyun rolled around and you were awoken by your bed creaking, the mattress moving quite a bit under you, and you sleepily looked down to see a big lump under the covers. You lifted the sheets to see Changkyun under them, making his way lower. "Changkyun, what are you doing?"

His head snapped up and he suddenly looked a bit disappointed.

"Damn, I was trying not to wake you up. Ah well," he shrugged. He threw the covers off both of you then and made you squeak by yanking off your panties. You were barely awake, but he woke you right up by attaching his lips to your pussy.

"Mmm, good morning to you too," you giggled, stretching, then running your hand through his tousled bed head hair. He smiled against you and dragged his tongue all over you, slowly working you up. Kisses and hickeys all over your thighs...long and short licks all over your pussy...smiles and gentle caresses to your body...all of it slowly driving you crazy.

You were plenty wet now, and the filthy sounds his tongue made against you filled the room, accompanied by nothing more than the light twitter of birds outside your window and the progressively louder moans he managed to pull from your lips.

Changkyun sighed contently, burying his face into you, holding your legs wide apart. "You taste so good, princess." His lips closed around your clit just as he pushed a finger into you and curled it deliciously, and your legs felt like they turned to jelly. A jolt of pleasure shot through you and you instinctively gripped his hair a little too hard, making him grunt against you.

"Ooh, shit, I'm sorry," you apologized, a blush rising in your cheeks.

But Changkyun just chuckled, peering up at you. "It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs. I love making you squirm." He smirked deviously and watched your expression as he pushed another finger in and fucked you with them. Your fingers twisted desperately in his hair and a whimper escaped you, and he seemed to enjoy that reaction. "You're close, right?" He asked, knowing your body so well, knowing exactly how you acted before you came undone. You couldn't deny it and shyly shook your head yes, biting down on your lip again. You wrapped a leg around him and held him close, but you knew he wasn't going anywhere. He liked to tease you, but he liked to see you cum even more. And the way he lapped at your pussy and fucked you faster with his fingers confirmed that he wasn't about to leave you hanging. Your back arched as your body chased the approaching high, and just as Changkyun sucked at your clit again you fell over the edge, bucking against his mouth and pulling at the locks of his hair.

"Changkyun, Changkyun, fuck--" you rambled, your head pressed back into your pillow. "God you're good," you huffed as you relaxed and came down from your high.

"I know," he answered cheekily, his face now inches away from yours, mouth covered in your arousal, fingers still shallowly fucking you. "Well, next time I'll wake you up with my mouth."

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What a Cruel Joke

JUST SO YOU KNOW this might be uncomfortable to read since it does have talk about unsafe binding, method isn't talked about but timewise it's mega yikes. Now, I'm only writing this to kinda vent that I can't bind rn and don't have the money to get a new binder- so I'm living in hoodies in ridiculous hot weather and it sucks but I'll cope in torturing my favourite

...Aka I wanna write Trans dad sky

Afab- Twi (he/they), Leggy (he) n Sky (he)

Amab- pretty much everyone else. Time goes by they/them becuase I want enby time. That's literally it. The others aren't really mentioned but feel free to lemme know your headcanons <3

Sky walked a little more hunched than usual.

His breathing was a bit more worse than usual.

He slept more than usual.

He snapped at the chain a few times too.

Everything was just off about their resident sleepyhead.

They had stopped by a river and the chain insisted they relax, bathe and splash around- Sky instantly shot the idea down with multiple excuses. It was too cold. They were far too exposed and someone needed to watch.

He sat further away from them all, still wearing a few too many layers as his eyes squeezed shut. It hurt so much. He sat with his eyes squeezed shut for minutes, listening to the others splash around in the water.

He wanted to do that. He just couldn't.

He snuck a glance towards them and he instantly wished he hadn't. He was envious of what he saw.

He hesitated before moving back closer to the chain slowly- trying to be mindful of his body, though not like it mattered as the pain shot through his chest once more.

He took his place next to Legend away from the water.

"Hey Apple." He mumbled, watching Legend glance up from cleaning the swords.

"Hey. You return."

Sky hummed in response as he stared towards the water.

"Just go in. I can tell you want too."

Sky wanted to cry right there and then as he shook his head. He swallowed before he could speak "I wish." He mumbled. "I said I'd keep watch."

A sigh left Legend. "Whatever. Your loss."

The Skyloftian wanted to call Hylia out for this cruel joke. She couldn't have waited a few months to take him, could she?

That night, the Skyloftian didn't bother taking any watches. He just put his bedroll on the outskirts of the camp, close enough that he could still hear them talking at the fire they were setting, but far enough to be alone.

He curled up on the bedroll, his body chest and lungs screaming at him. What a cruel joke.

"So, what were the scars on your chest from Twi?" He heard the sailor ask.

"Oh right! I've never told ya guys?"

"Nope! Kinda why I asked."

"Puttin' it simply, I was born in tha wrong body. This is just 'ow I made it tha right body."

Oh what a cruel joke.

Sky felt the hot tears flow down his cheeks. Oh how he wanted to shout at his beloved goddess for this cruel joke.

"Oh cool! Is there anyone else?"

He could hear a few overlapping voices but Sky couldn't listen. He just tried to force himself to sleep but his body told him otherwise.

He didn't even notice the fact he had started sobbing. His face burned. The sobs got stuck in his chest. He bit down on his hand to try silence the sobs, but it only made it worse.

He hated this.

He didn't hear anyone shuffle to him- he just knew someone had when he felt a hand on his arm and a gentle voice that was usually so sarcastic. "Sky?" It almost sounded wrong. He shouldn't be the one being comforted, he did the comforting. This was so wrong.

He spared a glance to the Vet. Oh, how he hated the look he had in his eyes. Something close to pity.

"What's wrong?"

Sky shot up hearing those words. He knew he'd regret what he'd say but he just couldn't stop himself. "What's wrong?" Sky couldn't stop the venom dripping into his voice. "What's wrong is Hylia is playing a cruel joke."

He could feel everyone's eyes on him.

"I didn't know Hylia could get so cruel. She was cruel to us all but now I know how much of playthings we really are."

"Sky. What's gotten into you?"

"Hylia has no mercy!" He couldn't help but laugh, ripping himself away from Legends hand as he began to pace around the camp.

The chain just stared at Sky. They had never heard his voice have such venom- they had never expected that venom to be directed at Hylia of all things.

"Sky, snap out of it!"

Sky just laughed. "And what? Not tell you how cruel she is? She could've waited a few months to take me. But she didn't." He tore the sailcloth from his shoulders and threw it to his bedroll. He didn't care if it got muddied right now.

The younger members of the chain glanced between each other. Twilight was the first to make a move towards Sky. "Oi, Sky, Chill. Sit down an' breathe."

Those words just set Sky off. Maybe it was who they came from or how cruel it was for him to hear 'just breathe' while he was in so much pain.

"I'll breathe when Hylia stops playing favourites."

The look of hurt almost wanted to make Sky stop. The keyword being almost.

Sky threw his layers off in the mud, on top of his sailcloth until he was left with one. He kept pacing. "Hylia couldn't wait a few damned days to take me! I would've been useless but this is all her fault! Hylia waited for you! Why couldn't she have waited for me?"

"Dad." Legend mumbled.

It worked to stop him, Sky's harsh gaze softening as they met Legends. His son... Oh Goddesses, he'd had his little tantrum in front of his son.

"You're bein' mean. What's wrong?"

Sky's anger towards the goddess bubbled away as he began to cry again, collapsing in the mud. His hands went to his honey blond hair and tugged at it. "This isn't fair- ! She just- I want-" He couldn't form any sentences.

He felt Legend wrap his arms around him and he couldn't take it anymore. He sobbed. He pulled at his own hair. He pulled at the fabric covering his chest.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He coul-

"Honey. Follow my breathing." Legend began to breathe and Sky found himself subconsciously matching the exaggerated breaths.

It went on for a few minutes. Sky had finally calmed down, tears still streaming down his face as guilt made its way into him.

He should've kept it all to himself. He should've at least tried. He should have said nothing was wrong. Why did he snap like that?

"Honey? Can you elaborate?"

"Apple... I'm sorry- I don't know why I just-"

Legend cut him off. "It's fine. It musta been there for a while an' whatever we said musta made you snap."

Sky glanced to the chain, the guilt burrowing itself deeper into him. "I really didn't mean too..." He whispered.

He saw the mismatched tunic of Twilight and the guilt worsened. "We can't 'elp ya if ya don't talk." The kindness in Twilight's voice... Sky didn't deserve it.

"Not even Hylia can help me unless she sends me home." He stated, his eyes looking down at the ground. "We know she won't."

"Why would sending ya back ta Skyloft help?"

Sky looked away, looking to Legend with a nervous gaze.

"If I could explain on your behalf, I woulda done it." Legend mumbled.

"I- just don't know how to explain it." Sky fiddled with the sleeve of his remaining layer as he tried to take a deep breath. He felt pain shoot into his chest and held back a wince. He didn't want to be seen as weaker. He won't let them find out. He can just lie. Who's gonna question him anyway?

"Try ta explain it."

Sky didn't want too, fidgeting under everyone's gaze. "Can we do it alone?" He whispered. "You can tell them once I fall asleep but I don't think I can-"

"Course." Twilight offered Sky his hand. "Want Legend ta come with?"

Sky nodded hesitantly, his chest felt tight again. Tighter than usual. He quickly pulled at the layers around his chest, trying to let his chest expand a little more but it wasn't working.

Twilight guided him and Legend a small distance away from the chain. They were still close and Sky hoped no one would over hear them. He didn't know if he would snap again.

"Now, what were ya on about? Why would Hylia sending ya back ta Skyloft 'elp?"

Jumping right in there. Sky couldn't stop the sad laugh escaping him. "What were you talking about before I snapped?" He didn't want to say the words himself. He felt ashamed for snapping at someone who shared what he's going through.

"Everyone's pronouns?"

"Before that."

"My scars?"

Sky shut his eyes and nodded.

"Why would- wait- you're trans too?"

Sky hated haring those words coming from the Rancher. He should've said it himself. "Mhmm-"

"And Hylia took ya before ya could 'ave the surgery?"

Another nod. "A couple days before." His voice was barely above a whisper. Sky could feel the realisation settle in for both of them.

He wanted to leave. He wanted to run deeper into the forest and disappear.

"Shit. Now I understand why you snapped Dad- you were right but it was uncalled for."

Sky wanted to stop and gush over the fact Legend was calling him dad- not honey but Dad. He needed to get through this first. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Ta be 'onest, I think everyone is gonna be so shocked ya 'ave 'eard ya call tha Goddess out like that."

Sky tried to shrink under the Ranchers gaze, though he couldn't exactly do it well without his sailcloth. Oh by the goddess, he threw it in the mud. It's gonna be a pain to clean...

"Anyway, ya shoulda said something to me or the Vet sooner. Ya binding right now, yea?"

Sky nodded slowly. "I didn't know you both were-" He just couldn't being himself to say trans. He hated it. He should be able too say it.

Twilight gave a laugh and ruffled Sky's hair. "Ya shoulda talked ta someone. If not us, Time at least. They're probably one of tha most clueless but they'd do their best ta help. When they found out bout me, they took me somewhere we coulda talked an' made sure nothin' bothered me. Same with Apple 'ere."

Sky could feel Legends frustration at being called Apple by Twilight. "Only dad gets to call me Apple, rancher."

Sky's heart sunk. He just snapped at people who were like him. He should've just held it better. He could've waited. He should've waited. He could've played the harp or anything but snap at his team.

"Oi, don't you go an' start feeling guilty on us."

He nodded. Not like it stopped him.

"Now, when's tha last time ya took your binder off?"

Oh how caring their voices were. Sky needed to prepare himself for that to change quickly.

"Sky?"

He couldn't help but give an awkward laugh.

"Dad."

"Well..." He could feel the atmosphere change.

"How long?" The caring tone was gone- it was so stern now. He could definitely tell Twilight and Time were related.

Sky prepared himself for a lecture, swallowing. "Last watch."

They could hear a pin drop with how silent it was.

"Are ya out of ya mind? That's dangerous! By the goddess- ya still fight an' all? Sky. Ya can't do that. There's a reason ya can't."

Sky wanted to leave. He knew. He just didn't care. "I know." He trained his gaze on the grass and sticks on the ground. He couldn't meet Twilight's gaze.

"It would screw it up so ya can't 'ave surgery!"

His eyes shot up to meet Twilight's.

"Exactly. I can give ya my pelt ta hide in or somethin' but ya need ta take it off. I know it sucks but ya need to let ya body rest. Legend doesn't take watch often for a reason Sky."

Sky knew this. Sky knew this and he refused to acknowledge it until now.

"Dad, you're an idiot sometimes. Lemme go get the pelt so ya can take it off." Legend pried himself free from the grip Sky didn't know he had on his son and left.

Sky lowered himself to the ground.

"Now, if I find out ya keep doing this, I'm confiscatin' it and makin' ya rest. I'll explain it ta Time an' we'll set camp up for a few days."

He just gave a nod.

"If we're travelin' an' ya need ta take it off, jus' tap my arm three times. I'll make an excuse."

Another nod.

"I'll only tell Time for now. If it becomes an issue, I'm tellin' tha others."

"You can tell them." He whispered, hunching his shoulders as much as he could.

"Ya need ta be tha one ta tell 'em."

"I can't."

A sigh left the Rancher before he nodded slowly, though Sky wasn't looking. He was too ashamed.

"Oi! I'm back with tha pelt."

"Thanks Vet."

"Uh- Twi, Legend? Thank you..."

"No need."

This was a cruel joke but at least he had an understanding family. That much Sky could thank the Goddess for.

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Mob!Tom is a little mad at you for something n the reader is keep on saying sorry but he's just too hurt to let this go rn. Then reader tries to kiss him but he turns away but she begs him to kiss him n in the end he gives in and kisses her really hard n he's like you do something like that ever again I'll never forgive u n they're both in tears n then they kiss each other n cuddle for hours.

cute! also sfw! contains mob themes and brief references to violence.

— it’s mob monday !! —

“Tom, I’m sorry.”

Silence.

“Tom? Tom, c’mon. Look at me.”

There’s a frown on your face, and as you reach out to rest your hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder, a soft sigh slips past your lips. Tom’s blanking you - sitting on the edge of the bed, looking straight at the wall. He gives no indication that he’s listening to you - shows in no way that he feels your fingers as you press them to your shoulder. He is, simply, ignoring you.

“Seriously? The silent treatment?” 

You’re frustrated now, tetchy and curt. Pushing back the irritation that simmers in your chest, you release a breath and kneel at the bottom of the bed, shifting your hands to his knees. The material of Tom’s expensive jeans feels nice beneath your fingertips, and for a few moments, you drag your touch over his thighs. 

“Please, baby.” You look at him with as much strength as you can muster. “I’m sorry.”

It’s only when you reach up to touch his face that Tom snaps to action, one of his hands going to wrap around your wrist and keep your palm away from his cheek. His fingers are cold, but his grip is soft, and the pained sigh that slips past his lips makes your heart pang.

“Stop it,” Tom says. He looks at you, eyes cool, lips pulled into a straight line. “I don’t want to hear it.”

You grit your teeth. “I don’t understand why you’re making such a huge deal out of this,” you mutter. “I didn’t do anything that you haven’t done before.”

Tom’s eyes bulge, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. “Are you being serious?” He drops your hand, standing from the bed. You move out of the way, sitting up on the edge of the mattress and watching as your boyfriend paces the carpet in front of the bed. It’s late - 11pm, the outside world shrouded in darkness. Tom’s in a bright white shirt, bloodstains marring the fabric over his right arm and chest. The stains match the blood on your dress. He’s breathing heavily, running a hand through his hair, Rolex glinting.

“Tom,” you try again. “You’re blowing this out of proportion-”

“Am I?” Tom pauses, turning to face you. He pulls his arms across his chest, looking at you with such an intensity in his gaze that it makes your guilt increase by tenfold. “You- you- went straight in there and tried to take out a fucking dealer, love. You almost got yourself killed.”

You wince. The evening… Well, the evening hadn’t exactly gone as planned. Your fault? No, but neither was it Tom’s. 

You’d gone as his plus-one to a club, and things had been fine until one of Tom’s rivals had come out of nowhere and pulled a knife on him. Forgetting rule number one of dating a mobster - always wait for backup - you’d stalked right after them. You’d swung a very expensive bottle of champagne at the goon’s head, and then spent a terrifying five minutes with Tom as their backup had arrived, and he’d tried to keep you from falling victim to their attempts at retribution.

So maybe it’s fair that he’s angry, but you’d done it for him, out of love and concern. 

“I was trying to protect you,” you say. You look down at your hands and pick at the golden bangle wrapped around your wrist. “I didn’t do it to annoy you.”

Tom sucks in a deep breath, his eyes closing as his jaw twitches. He’s fuming, you can see it. See it in his clenched fists and his deep breathing and his reluctance to look you in the eye. He’s holding it back, but you can see it, burning away, bright beneath the surface. He wants to yell or storm out, but he’s staying. You take that as a sign that he’s open to you.

“Tom.” You stand up from the bed, a little wobbly on your feet as you approach him, softly. He’s still as a statue as you put both of your palms on his shoulders, but you feel him relax a little bit when you touch him. Tom opens his eyes, and you meet those beautiful golden browns, a little softer, now. “I’m sorry, alright? It won’t happen again.” A small smile finds your lips as you shift a palm up to cup his cheek, his face cool to touch but soft and familiar. 

“It can’t happen again,” he mutters, voice clipped. “You can’t be so reckless.”

“I know, I know.” You’re a little distracted by the curves of his mouth, and bite your lower lip as you look up at him, smirking softly. “Kiss and make up?”

Tom frowns, his eyebrows pulling together. “No.” 

“No?” Hurt seeps into your tone, and you step a little closer, puckering your lips. “Don’t you want to kiss me?” You have both of your hands on his face now, and slip one of them back to rest in his curls. Tom smells of faded cologne. 

“Y/N.” Tom’s tone is still tight, and he sighs again. “We’re not finished talking about this, I’m not- We’re not just going to sweep it under the rug, you almost died-”

“But I didn’t.” You lick your lips, looking at him with wide eyes. “C’mon. Kiss me.” You need it. You need the reassurance that you can get through this, that he isn’t really mad, just upset. You feel as though you’re floating in the clouds, your mind left back in the club, caught up in the exhilarated fight. “Tom, Tom, Tom-”

Taking a shot at it, you try to dive in to kiss him, but Tom side-steps, ducking away out of your grasp as he weaves around you, groaning. 

“It’s not that easy!” He says. Tom walks over to the dresser, unclasping his watch and throwing it onto the wooden desk with a clatter. He turns to look at you, fire in his eyes. “We can’t just kiss and make up, love. This is… This is more than just an argument.” Next to go are his cufflinks, shiny and bright as he presses them into the jewellery dish. “This is serious.”

Tears prick at your eyes, and you reach up to massage your temples. You don’t know what else to do. It’s been an hour since you got back from the club, an hour of trying to break him down from every angle. You’re at the end of your tether. 

“Please,” you ask, voice coming out a lot weaker than you’d intended. Your tone cracks and Tom’s head snaps back up in your direction. “Kiss me.”

There’s a pause. The air between you crackles, and you find yourself rubbing at your eyes, trying to push down the nervous tears that threaten to spill down your cheeks. You can’t bear to think about what you’ll do if Tom continues to be so cold and detached, feel horrible even thinking about it. Your heart shakes in your chest. 

Tom walks to you, finally, pushing your hands from your face and replacing them with his own. Two warm palms cup your cheeks, and he kisses you - hard. 

It’s deep, passionate. Salty tears mixing with your mouths, a force behind his kiss so pronounced that it pushes you back a few steps. Your top teeth knock together and you whimper, grabbing onto the back of his head and anchoring yourself in his loose chestnut curls. Your fingers shake, but he continues to keep his lips on yours, his thumbs padding over your face. 

Tom pushes his forehead to yours when he breaks the kiss, staring at you with deep, concerned eyes.

“I love you so much that it terrifies me, Y/N,” he murmurs. He’s speaking so calmly, so deeply, like his words are some kind of sanctified secret. “If anything ever happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.” 

Your nose presses to his as you nod against his head. “I’m sorry,” you say again. He’s holding your cheeks so tightly that they ache. “I didn’t want to mess things up, I panicked. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Tom hums. “I know, I know, darling.” One of his hands goes down to your waist, and he pulls you in closer, winding his touch around your back. “I know.” 

You bury your head in his neck, exhaling a deep breath as Tom strokes over your back. For a few moments he holds you, but then he walks you back towards the bed. You trust him well enough to let him manoeuvre you - even go so far as to let him gently push you down onto the bed and lie opposite you, pulling you in close. It’s a tight hug, a hug with your face pressed into his chest, his arms wrapped around you, and it’s quiet. So quiet you can feel his heartbeat against your ear. 

“Never scare me like that again,” he mumbles, spacing the words with kisses to the top of your head. “I will never forgive you if you get yourself hurt for me.” 

You peer up, tilting your head until you’re looking at him straight on. Tom’s hair lies messily across his forehead, but his eyes are cooler now, softer. They grow warmer too when you lean in and kiss him again, the touch gentler than before. 

“Okay,” you agree. “I won’t be so reckless again. Promise.” You shuffle in a little closer. “But I’m always going to fight for you, Tom. I will never, ever, sit by if you’re in danger.” When he opens his mouth to argue, you cut him off. “No, don’t you dare tell me that I’m wrong for that.” You raise a stern eyebrow. “You can’t lay there and tell me to sit by when you’re in danger because both of us know you’d set the world on fire if anything so much as grazed me.” You run your fingers through his hair. “I love you just as much as you love me, and I will never let you get hurt.”

Tom’s quiet for a moment, but then his mouth sags into a smile. He sighs, looking at you through tired, loving eyes.

“I love you,” he says, “for all your stubbornness and persistence.”

You chuckle, leaning in to kiss him gently. “You wouldn’t have it any other way,” you tease.

“No.” Tom kisses your nose, eyes sparkling. “I wouldn’t.”

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Missed you (Rey x Reader)

Summary: Rey is back from a mission and after a very long time without you she is in need of your touch.

Warnings: SMUT. It's a little more detailed than my usual works so please +18, fingering, oral (female receiving). Slight thigh riding. Touch starved.

Words: 1,853

A/N: I literally wrote this bc I missed my wife, and I missed writing. I know I still have a long to learn about writing smut but I kinda like the way this turned out.

Edit: I had to remove the gif bc some p*rn blogs were interacting which is the very least thing I want.

The door of your quarters slammed closed behind you with a loud thud muffling the first of many moans leaving your mouth as Rey pushed you against the cold wall, kissing your lips passionately. The arousal in your body growing wilder inside you with every passing moment her hands were traveling up and down your figure.

Bodies pressed together against the wall, hands grabbing each other's faces urging to get impossibly closer to one another.

Carefully you raised your leg between her thighs earning a delicious moan from Rey's lips as she felt the friction over her covered core, delighted with the sensation the small moves from your leg provided her.

Rey had just come back from a long mission. It had been weeks, if not months, since the last time you saw her, you had already lost count of how many rotations had passed. But she was back at the base now and the desire awakened in your body the moment you saw her stepping out of the Falcon, beautiful as always, a mischievous plan hidden in her smile.

There was no need for words, a simple lustful gaze was enough for you to know exactly what Rey had in mind. She was tired after the long mission, hungry as she had never been before and in need of sleep, but even more in need of your touch.

It didn't take long for you to find yourself in your quarters, softly whimpering as Rey pressed hot kisses all along your shoulders, playfully biting and sucking on the hypersensitive skin of your neck while your hands tried to get her out of the many layers of thin fabric that covered her delicate body.

Both of you were desperate, needy. Didn't realize how touch starved you were until now, devouring each other against the wall begging for more kisses, more skin, more light touches, craving to feel more of each other.

“Bed. Now.” Rey murmured against your neck before crashing her lips against yours. Hands on your hips she started leading you backwards to the bed on the other side of the room as she had done many other nights before. You moved around the room in the dark leaving a trail of clothes all over the floor until the back of your legs met the soft mattress.

Rey roughly pushed you onto the bed, immediately climbing over your lap, slightly rocking her hips against your leg, longing to feel the friction that was driving her wild. Her lips leaving yours for the first time only to take her shirt off and while she was on it you couldn't resist to wrap her slim waist and guide her body to your mouth pressing light kisses all over her heated skin. From her long neck and down to her breast, taking special time to play around with your tongue over her hardened nipple which made your lover shiver as sinful whimpers left her pretty lips.

Rey moaned your name under her breath when one of your hands slided under her underwear and you fingers met her most sensitive spot.

"I love the way my name sounds in your lips." You smirked, rubbing her clit torturing slowly, making her gasp before a new moan with your name filled the room. "Especially when you moan it."

Those sounds. Her beautiful moans of pleasure just made the arousal and the lust stronger inside you, causing a rush of heat throughout your body. Rey whimpering under your touch got you even more eager to feel her. Your fingers slided deeper between her thighs teasing her entrance. With a grin dancing over your lips you stared at her raising an eyebrow, waiting for her to ask you to fuck her just the right way.

"Please," she finally said panting, guiding your lips back to her mouth to hungrily kiss you one more time. "I’ve waited a long time for this. I need you right now, please."

“Please, what?” you teased, enjoying having control over this powerful woman.

“Please touch me.” she gasped in your ear.

With that you slided your fingers inside her dripping heat, pumping them in and out slowly before reaching a steady pace. Trembling obscenities leaving her mouth as you kept your fingers working on her, the palm of your hand providing the needed friction over her bulge of nerves with each stroke and each new thrust. The combination was taking her closer to her high. She began to grind her hips holding your shoulders steady, riding your fingers faster with every passing second chasing her release, a delicious ache spreading over her whole body.

Whines of pure pleasure echoing through the room as your fingers pleasured your lover’s desires, curling them inside her you found that sweet spot that made her arch her spine and moan blissfully. She was close, you could feel her walls tightening around your fingers, her hips moving a little slower but never stopping, not even to catch her breath. Her muscles were tired after the long mission, her whole body tensing more and more. It was just a matter of time for her to get there.

With a few more moves from your fingers she reached her high, her sweet release was like melted honey dripping between your fingers that helped her ride her high. Her grip on your shoulders tightened, holding herself as the luscious moan of your name came from her mouth in the very last moments.

Shivering and exhausted, Rey leaned in to kiss you passionately, gasping between the kisses still trying to calm her breath.

"Miss me?" you purred as you kissed her neck, leaving marks over her sensible skin for her to remember this night.

"You have no idea how much." Rey half moaned half whispered in your ear, her breath still agitated but there was a playful tone on her voice that let you know this wasn’t over. "I missed your eyes, your lips. Your fingers deep inside me." She kissed down your neck playfully licking here and there, making a new wave of heat rush over your body. "I missed the feel of your skin and the taste of your lips. I missed you more than words can say.” her words purred in your ear followed by a few gasps, the result of your fingers softly rubbing her still sensitive clit.

“Show me how much.” You told her, your voice sounded hungrier than you anticipated and, oh, the effect it had on Rey. She looked down at you with eyes darkened with desire. She bit the delicate skin on your neck earning a fresh moan from your lips.

“Lay back.” she said, the tone of her voice was lower, deeper. It was rather an order that you were more than willing to obey.

You would usually take your time to discover every inch of yourselves, you both liked to take this moment of intimacy slowly, to caress every single spot delicately, sweetly. But not today. Today you just wanted to melt beneath each other's touch, you wanted to satisfy the urge. Compensate for the time you were apart.

Rey kissed your lips one more time before starting her way down your body, never losing eye contact. She was eager to touch you, desperate for a taste.

Then she was finally softly biting the inside of your legs looking you in the eye with that mischievous grin. Maker, she could easily make you come right there with just the looks she was giving you, you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful view than her head between your thighs.

After taking off the soaked underwear out of your body she was inpatient, she seemed hungry and once she had you completely naked and spread open for her she couldn't control herself any longer she leaned to brush her lips over your heated core, eliciting a wave of pleasure through your body.

She was rougher than usual, feral, devouring you with so much passion that soon made your whines filled the warm air in the small room.

“Rey!” you cried in pleasure every time her tongue found a new delicate spot. She took special time to softly suck on your clit, flicking her tongue up and down your wetness. Pleased with the very sound that left your mouth knowing she was the one causing such pretty moans to escape from you.

You tugged her hair, desperate to hold onto something, this only made her moan against your most sensitive spot sending a delicious shiver over your body. You kept the grip on her hair, bucking your hips up in need of more of her lips and tongue against your core. Unconsciously you closed your legs around her head as a load whine escaped your mouth. Rey stopped her work on you for a moment to push your back into the bed, spreading your leg open for her as she shifted to have a better hold with one of her strong arms.

“Stay steady,” she said repositioning between your legs “or I'll stop.”

“No!” you whinnied “Please don’t stop”.

With a satisfied smirk she went back to her work, tracing circles with her tongue over your pulsing clit sending waves of bliss through every inch of you. Rey added a couple fingers to the mix that was driving your senses crazy, effortlessly sliding her skilled fingers into your dripping entrance.

It was all perfect, her fingers curling inside your aroudl, her tongue sending throbs of pleasure to your core, she was taking you closer and closer to your release and she knew it. She enjoyed it.

Pace getting faster, tongue moving quicker. Rey was exhausted but your pretty moans kept her going, though they were rather whimpers and obscenities, but mostly cries of her name. She had you whining and trembling beneath her seductive spell taking you closer to your high until all you could think of was her and nothing more than her.

You closed your eyes as the orgasm snapped at you, every muscle on your body tensing as the known sensation in the low of your belly spreaded through every inch of your body. Rey never stopped her work on your core, she helped you ride your orgasm to the very end, pleased with the way your back arched and a fresh moan invaded the room.

Your lover took her time to lick away your sweet juices off your still heated core before climbing up you again meeting as much skin as she could, her lips were more tender now, delicate and sweet as your chest rising and falling slowly getting back to normal. Then her lips finally met yours again, Rey kissed you slowly and delicately, even a little sloppy. Your hand traveled to the back of her neck to pull her closer to your mouth. This act was sweet, soft after the rough reunion.

“I really missed you, Y/N” she smiled sincerely down at you "and I missed this." She told you running her hand through your messy hair. You giggled pressing a gentle kiss over her lips.

"I miss you too, sunshine."

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