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flemingsfreckles · 7 months ago

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Perfect To Me (18+)

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Preview: Jessie notices you acting differently, when she learns why, she’s determined to help.

Warnings: body image issues, self deprecation, self consciousness, some self hatred, SMUT (18+), somewhat controlling Jessie, mirror sex, edging, fingering (r receiving), mentions of strap on sex,

WC: 3.0k

Today had just been one of those days, you woke up and felt wrong. It started when you went into the bathroom, seeing two large pimples bright red on your face. Then when you changed you couldn’t help but notice every little detail wrong with your body, stretch marks, scars, blemishes, all of it, you hated it. You tried to get dressed, everything feeling too tight on your body caused you to spiral even further.

Jessie was quick to notice you were off, that morning opting to wear a sweatshirt and pants despite the warm weather. She then noticed at training the way you hurried off to the bathroom to change, unlike normal. She noticed you were frustrated at practice, having a rough day overall it seemed. On the way home you didn’t say anything, silently watching out the window, thinking about everything that went wrong.

“What’s going on in that little head of yours?” She questions you as she throws the car in park in the driveway.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” You dismiss her concerns for you.

Her hand comes over the console and finds its way to your thigh. “Babe, talk to me. You’ve been quiet all day, I’m worried about you.”

You loved Jessie, she had been a perfect girlfriend for the past year, but she was insistent. She always wanted to talk things through, it got on your nerves, sometimes you had to sit in self loathing first. “I feel like shit about myself Jessie! I’m bloated, nothing fits, everything is too tight, everything seems wrong, everyone else is running around with their toned stomachs and perfect legs, I have stretch marks, I have acne, I hate myself.”

“Hey!” Jessie snaps. “You’re not allowed to speak about my girlfriend like that!”

“I can talk about her however the fuck I want to, I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself.” You taunt Jessie as you unbuckled and closed the door hard behind you.

Jessie follows you in the house. She lets you be for the next few hours, keeping her distance knowing you just needed some time alone to work through your feelings. And you worked through those feelings, as best you could, still not loving your body, still annoyed at the way everything fit, but better than you were this morning.

Your uncomfortable feelings with your body fade slightly as the day goes on, you start to forget what a terrible start to your morning you had. You knew you were overreacting, feeling just overwhelmed with the day, you took it out on yourself, you always did. What you didn’t know was Jessie hadn’t forgotten the way you had moved away from the mirror at home, the way she saw you staring for too long at your thighs and stomach, the way you closed yourself in the bathroom at home and at work to change. She was determined to make you feel better, even if you had already done it for yourself.

Which is how she ended up feeling you up as the two of you attempted to watch a movie. The movie is quickly forgotten as she pulls you up onto her lap to straddle her. Her hands on your waist, pulling you into her, encouraging your grinding motion. Your hands run through her curls as your lips slide against each other.

She reaches for your shirt, you nod hard against her, letting her know it was okay to pull it up and over your head. Your self conscious feeling comes back slightly as Jessie’s eyes make their way across your body. She then slides her finger tips into the waistband of your pants.

“Can I?”

“Just touch me already Jess, don’t take them off.” You think you’re being subtle, just hoping she’ll think you’re desperate enough for her touch that she shouldn’t bother taking off your pants. It’s less that you’re desperate and more you didnt feel like being completely naked.

“Okay babe.” Her hand slides past your waistband and pushes aside your panties. “Fuck.” She whispers as she feels the arousal between your lips.

“Please Jess.” Maybe you actually were desperate for her touch. She brings her fingers up to your clit, beginning to play with it exactly how she knew to. Jessie would usually tease a bit, giving you soft touches, moving away for a moment, slowing down, but today she was doing all the right things. It was as if she was trying to get you off as quickly as possible. You ground down onto her fingers, increasing the friction and pleasure.

“Fuck Jessie.”

“You feel so good on my fingers baby.” She groans into you and your grip on her hair tightens.

“Babe I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

She smirks up at you. “I know.”

“Oh fuck.” You drop your head to her shoulder, letting out a string of moaned profanities from the pleasure of being right on the edge of release. And then you're quickly cursing Jessie as she takes away her fingers, removing them completely from your waistband.

“What the hell?” your head snaps up to look at her.

“Get up.” She taps your thighs and you move off of her reluctantly wishing she would finish what she just started. You were also still pissed that she took away your orgasm.

“Take the rest off and join me in the bedroom.” She looks at you, her eyes are soft, pupils are big. She turns and disappears into your bedroom. You assumed she was putting down the waterproof blanket, her strap, and maybe a few other toys.

Wanting to get your orgasm, you quickly remove your clothing, too focused on getting off that you don’t care as much about being naked. You leave your pants, underwear, and bra on the couch with your discarded shirt. You make your way to Jessie, walking into the bedroom.

Jessie is sitting on the bed against the headboard, she was now just in her sports bra and boxers, legs spread out on the bed. You notice there isn’t a blanket on the bed, she didn’t have out any of the toys you shared. You then noticed the large mirror usually in the corner of your bedroom had been moved to the end of the bed.

“Sit.” She patted the spot between her legs, you obeyed, crawling onto the bed and kneeling between her thighs. You start to move to straddle her, just as you had been on the couch, when she stops you.

“Nope, turn around, back to me.” You turn yourself, you bare back pressing against Jessie’s covered chest. You now realize the placement of the mirror, so you could see the two of you from where you sat together on the bed, Jessie’s head resting just above your shoulder.

“Good girl.” As you get settled where she wanted you Jessie praises you. She uses her arms to uncross your own, removing them from where they hid your chest, pulling them down and placing your hands on her thighs. She then uses her own legs to hook around yours spreading your legs, leaving you completely exposed in front of the mirror. “Now before I help you finish what I started out there, we’re doing this.” She gestures to the mirror.

“Look at yourself.” You don’t follow that instruction. Keeping your eyes glued to the bed sheets, not wanting to see your naked body in the mirror. Jessie gives you a second to look up, when you don’t her hand is hard on your chin, forcing your face up. You close your eyes, “I said, look at yourself.” Her grasp is hard on your face, a grasp that is demanding and slightly harsh.

You do as she says, opening your eyes, only your eyes find her eyes in the mirror, still avoiding looking at your body.

“Babe, don’t make this harder than it should be.” Her whisper is gentle in your ear, a contrast to her harsh grip and tone from before. “Look at my hands if that’s easier.” She adds before she removes her grip from your chin placing her hands on your shoulders.

“See these babe?” She squeezes your shoulders, “I love your strong shoulders and arms, I love how they hold me tight, how they hold me when we dance in the kitchen, I love how they toss me on the bed before you have your way with me. I appreciate your arms everyday.” Her hands rub from your shoulders down to your hands and back up, you watch, keeping your eyes on her hands. Her lips place kisses on each shoulder. “Tell me one thing you love about your arms and shoulders, pretty girl.”

“Um,” your eyes fall for a minute, Jessie’s hand finds your chin, gently pushing it to remind you to look up. “I love that they get to hug you, after a goal when you come and jump into my arms, they get to hold you up.”

“Good job baby.” She turned her head down to you, gently guiding you to kiss her. “Keep being a good girl and you’ll get a reward.”

Her hands then slide down, finding your chest. “Mhhh” she hums as she grasps each of your tits firmly in her hand. Her actions have you letting out a small moan. “I mean I think it’s obvious why I love these, but I love how you react when I touch them, when I drag my tongue over here.” She lets her fingers drag across your nipples making you arch into her touch slightly. “I love how you let me fall asleep with my head on them, they really make the best pillows.” Her hands remain on your chest, she is playing with your nipples and the surrounding skin. “Your turn.” She tells you.

You’re stuck, your shoulders and arms were easy, you didn’t fully despise them, your chest, and frankly the rest of your body was going to be harder.

“I dunno.” You look down. Your hands moved down to start to pick at the skin on your thighs.

“Hey,” Jessie pulls your hands away from where they were picking. “I’ll keep going then. I love the way they look in your sports bra, I love the pretty little noises you make when I play with them, I love how you let me mark them with my mouth, I love-“

“Okay stop.” You gently chew your lip, looking at Jessie through the mirror, her gaze is strong on you. “I like how they look in that yellow top that you like so much.”

“That’s perfect baby.” She gives you a nod and kisses the side of your head.

Her hands trail down. Settling on your waist and stomach. You took a deep breath, eyes still looking at Jessie’s face.

“Look at my hands.” She tells you. You drop your eyes lower, looking at where her hands were spread on your own stomach.

“I love your stomach, your waist. I love being able to hold you tight around the waist, I love how your hips look when you tuck in your jersey,”

“I have stretch marks.” You interrupt her, you don’t mean to but the words just come out. You tense, expecting to get scolded by Jessie. Only she doesn’t scold you, she just calmly starts speaking again.

“Yeah baby, you do.” Her fingers gently drag over the lines you were so insecure about. “But guess what, so does everyone, you’re strong because of those marks, you grew, you’re an athlete, you push this body to the limit everyday. You’re making it stronger, faster, and sometimes that means your muscles grow faster than your skin can keep up, so you get these beautiful marks.”

Her hands slide down to the inside of your thighs where more stretch marks sat. They rest, sitting just above where you still desperately needed her touch.

“Look at these legs baby. So strong, they’re able to carry you running around for hours. You’re able to squat, jump, and run, because of these legs.” Her hand is now on the outside of your thigh. “These legs help carry me to bed when I fall asleep on the couch. These legs piggybacked Sam around for 45 minutes so she could say hi to fans after playing a whole 90’ minutes because she didn’t want to deal with her crutches, these legs score game winning goals.”

Her hands squeeze tight, reassuring but also nearing painful. “Now since we are talking about your strong, muscular, beautiful legs, you owe me something you love about your stomach and your legs.”

“I like that my legs let me play soccer and that they’ve let me travel all over and see incredible things.” You stop and stare at your stomach, looking for something good to say about it. “Um. I like my core because it makes me a better athlete, and it’s useful for other activities.” You give Jessie a knowing look through the mirror. It took you and Jessie only a couple times to learn how much core strength is required to be on the giving end of the strap on you shared.

“That’s perfect, you’ve been such a good girl.” Jessie’s voice suddenly deeper. “You did so well baby. Do you want your reward?”

You nod against her, still making eye contact through the mirror.

“What do you want, baby?” She brings her hands down on your thighs so that her index fingers are sitting in the crease between your thigh and pussy.

“Your fingers. Please.” You were ready for her to fuck you, having edged you just to make you sit for what felt like an hour, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“Of course my love.” She gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Anything for my perfect girl.”

Her hands move, her left moving a finger to your entrance, slowly running in up and down to collect some wetness before she gently pushes it inside of you. It’s only one finger but it feels good with how turned on you are from being edged.

“Add another please Jessie.” You manage to get out.

“Anything for you.” She pushed into you with two fingers thrusting them both gently, curling once they’re deep inside of you. Her right hand now settles with just her middle finger on your clit. Unlike before she starts slow, gently tracing around the bud.

Her mouth starts making its way down your neck, leaving hot, open mouth kisses along the side, it makes you sigh, you loved the feeling of her lips on your neck, it was always so sensitive, the way she would suck hard enough to feel it but soft enough not to leave a mark. The way Jessie would drag her teeth over your skin, biting you softly knowing you liked the pain. Her mouth on your neck was heaven.

With her mouth pleasuring your neck and her hands between your thighs, it wasn’t long until your legs were shaking and you were moaning Jessie’s name. Feeling yourself reach the edge again you throw your head back, shutting your eyes.

“Eyes open, watch yourself baby, watch yourself feel good.” Jessie’s shoulder nudges your head up. You listen, but instead of watching yourself you make intense eye contact with Jessie.

She removed her hand from your clit and stalls her fingers inside of you just as your legs start to try and close on her hands. You let out a high pitched whine.

“Do you love your body?” She stares at you through the mirror.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I love my body.”

“Look at yourself when you say it.” Her hand, previously pleasuring your clit, comes up to hold your chin again. You can smell your arousal on her finger tips. Your eyes leave hers and find yourself staring back at you. “Now, tell me you love yourself again.”

“I love my body.” Her hand drops from your chin.

“Again.”

“I love my body.” Her finger finds its way back to your clit, just touching it, not moving.

“Good girl, again.”

“I love my body.” She starts circling with her fingers, pleasure immediately flowing through you again.

“Again baby.”

“I love my body.” Now she’s gently thrusting her fingers again, no where near the force or speed that she had before but it was better then them sitting still inside of you.

“Good girl, one more and I’ll let you cum.”

“I love my body.”

“That’s my girl, you can cum, I promise I won’t tease you this time.” With her promise her fingers inside of you return their vigor from before, immediately feeling yourself clenching tightly around them. Her finger in your clit increases its pressure and you watch yourself fall apart in the mirror. You’re able to watch your orgasm start before the pleasure becomes too much and you have to shut your eyes and throw your head back.

Jessie praises you as she works you through your orgasm. Her words spur you on further, her lips hot against your ear. “That’s it pretty girl, so good, I love making you feel good. You look so pretty cumming around my fingers.”

As you come down from your orgasm you blink your eyes open, finding Jessie’s eyes in the mirror.

“I love you.”

“What do you want? A bath? To cuddle? A nap?” Jessie was always attentive with aftercare even if you had vanilla sex, she always checked in, seeing what you needed and you’d return the favor.

“A bath would be nice.” Jessie nods and slides her legs off of yours, finally allowing you to close your legs. She moves off the bed, holding out a hand to you. You get off the bed with her assistance and walk into the bathroom together. Jessie starts running the bath, putting in your favorite lavender soap. She moved to get out a towel for you. When you notice she only grabs one towel you frown at her.

“What's wrong?”

“Can you join me?” You point to the bath, a pout on your face.

“Of course.” Jessie reaches back into the cabinet for another towel. She comes over to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, holding you tight. “I love you, you’re perfect.” She whispers.

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pseudowho · 11 months ago

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Glory Glory: Higuruma Hiromi

An absolutely unhinged delicious "Help, I'm stuck!" series, where the reader is taken care of by the JJK guys.

18+ as always.

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Too many late nights and bottles of wine with Hiromi went this way; your conversations ran through a brambled path of half-Law and half-Jujutsu, as was in-keeping with the new path Hiromi's career had taken. His little office was dark, all old mahogany and panelled walls lined with case files, yellowing and dry. Hiromi liked to live life on the edge in this tiny office, by enjoying his wine with you by candlelight.

As you moved from one bottle of wine to two, the conversations turned from educated, to gossipy, and Hiromi participated eagerly with hooded eyes and a sardonic half-smile as you took turns to spill tea. A man who loves learning, loves information in many forms, you reasoned to yourself.

"I mean, Nanami Kento is absolutely right," Hiromi urged, his rich voice wine-drunk and sultry now, "Jujutsu sorcery is shit. And work is shit. I'm not sure why I do any of it. Maybe I should go back to my briefly attempted life of being a murderous reprobate." Hiromi drained the last of his wine, releasing a happy "mmmm" as he rolled his wine glass thoughtfully.

"And yet, we must work to live," you groaned, a dramatic arm over your eyes as Hiromi smiled at you, hooked nose crinkled, jaw resting against his hand. Pointing a finger at you as he arrived at a thought, Hiromi swung his legs down from the footstool before standing, reaching up to a shelf to start rummaging for a folder.

"I read something in an old case file the other day actually, and thought of you...hang on...where is it..." Hiromi mumbled to himself, hunting.

He gestured a hand back to you, still looking through the high shelves, "It's red," he pressed, "the folder, it's red. Help me search." You hummed your assent and went to the corner behind his desk, where a series of case notes stood perilously stacked on either side of a tight nook. Spotting a red folder at the back, underneath a large stack, you knelt on all-fours, and tried to weedle the folder out without causing disturbance to the others before--

-- a heavy paper rustle had you totally engulfed in swathes of case files, now falling open and tumbling over you, squashing your top half down with their weight, leaving you uncomfortably face-down-arse-up.

You heard Hiromi gasp behind you, "No no no, my filing--"

"Oh, 'filing' my arse, Hiromi, that was chaos--"

"-- I knew where everything was and now look at it--"

"--alright, alright, I'll just get out and you can sort--" as you moved backwards to pull yourself out, more stacks teetered and wobbled, collapsing onto you and Hiromi cried out his disdain, pushing you back into the nook with a strong hand on your arse.

You blushed, squirming against him, "Hiromi!" He held you in place, chastising you. He resisted the urge to squeeze you, arousal seeping into him at the shape of you in your delicious pencil skirt, nipping in at your waist and stretching over your arse and thighs.

"Don't move, you're making it worse!" He tutted at you, and you heard him rustling around above you, trying to correct the opened folders. After a few minutes, he sighed, giving up, the job too impossible to manage after so much wine.

Grabbing his gavel, he placed a wooden coaster on top of your outstretched arse, and tapped it sharply, once; "Guilty, of fucking up my filing system. Naughty." You giggled, wiggling your arse at him.

"Oh no, what's going to happen to me, sir?" Hiromi chuckled, humming, eyes darkening at you wiggling at him, god, you didn't know what you did to him, wine-drunk with him in the candlelight, your blouse slowly unbuttoning as the night went on, the gossip getting spicier and the inhibitions lowering, but never enough that you would come to him and let him taste the wine off your lips--

"Did you know," Hiromi pondered, pleased you couldn't see how solid his cock was against the thigh of his black trousers now, and Hiromi loosened his tie with one fine-boned finger, "that I can change the size and shape of this gavel?"

You paused, confused, wondering how this was relevant, but humoured him; "Oh?"

Hiromi hummed, stroking the gavel thoughtfully against your arse cheeks as you shivered, the wine bringing a blush, hot and fervent, to the surface of your skin.

"Obviously, I've considered its many applications," Hiromi continued, voice like satin now, convincing, alluring.

"Almost as long as I've considered you...in that skirt...in my office...all alone together, late at night." Your eyes fluttered shut as you bit your lip, soaking in his voice; you would be lying if you said you hadn't felt the same.

Hiromi's hands ran along the hem of your skirt, clever fingers rubbing circles underneath it now on the inside of your thighs. You let out a hushed moan, much to Hiromi's satisfaction. Emboldened, he continued as he rolled your skirt slowly upwards, thrilled to see the lace edge of your stockings come into view.

"Do you want to see...how it would feel? Inside you, getting bigger, smaller, longer, shorter...it could be fun. Something new." You gasped, pussy clenching at the thought of Hiromi pleasuring you, and you let out a happy murmur, too embarrassed to voice your agreement in words. Hiromi laughed, rich and bold behind you.

"Good girl." Your arse was completely exposed now, and Hiromi made quick work of disposing of your underwear, admiring the womanly curves and dips of you, tracing stretch-marks and dimples with his lithe long fingers. He grabbed his gavel, turning it in his hand.

You felt him kneeling behind you, Hiromi pressing his hips and throbbing cock hard once against you for relief, as he let out a crackling moan. He leaned down, nipping your arse a few times as you squeaked, punctuating the little red marks with wet appreciative kisses. You heard him growl, low and determined.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard, you forget your own name." You whimpered as Hiromi slipped his fingers through your folds, finding your clit with ruthless efficiency, removing them for a moment to taste you and spit on his fingers before pushing back into your pussy, rolling your clit between his fingers like a little pebble as you cried out and trembled at the sudden shocks of intense pleasure. You gasped, mewling, as your pussy clenched around nothing.

Hiromi watched your fluttering pussy, eager to be filled, and twisted his gavel, grasping it by the hammer now. Rubbing the handle up and down once, twice, three times between your folds, just as you were about to cry out and beg him, Hiromi slipped its length inside you to the hilt, and you squealed at the sudden cool wood inside you.

Hiromi continued, hushing you gently, continuing to rub small, tight circles on your clit as he planted soft, open-mouthed kisses to your lower back. He thrusted the handle of his gavel firmly in and out of you, tilting it just so that it rubbed insistently against your g-spot, and you shook and moaned.

"Could do with being a bit...thicker, though, hmm?" You squeaked in alarm and ecstasy as you felt the handle expand in diameter inside you, its added girth pressing flush against your inner walls, making you feel so tight as Hiromi continued to thrust it, harder now, and you felt pleasure coiling rapidly within you, your knees threatening to collapse underneath your shaking body.

"Or how about...longer?" You had a moment to gasp out in anticipation as you felt the gavel stretch inside you, pressing harshly against your cervix as you bucked and cried out. Hiromi revelled in delight as you fell apart beneath him, clever fingers working magic on you as you fizzed with ecstasy.

Hiromi's black spiked hair was unruly now and his shirt came untucked as he carried on working on you, thrusting the gavel into you at a relentless pace as he quickened his pace on your clit, and you begged, nonsense and pleas rolling off your tongue as Hiromi bit his lower lip, frowning and groaning at the white ring of cum forming around the base of his gavel as he thrusted and thrusted it.

Your orgasm was about to peak, when Hiromi rapidly reduced the size and shape of the gavel, and you cried out in utter disdain. Hearing a rapid rustle of fabric behind you, and a zipper being pulled down, Hiromi pulled the gavel out, throwing it aside, and thrusting his aching cock hard into you until he bottomed out with a sandy moan.

Folded over you to continue his frantic circles on your clit, Hiromi rutted into you with abandon. Your orgasm burst through you, white hot, and you would have collapsed had Hiromi not held you up, still slamming his hips against you with wet slaps, unadulterated wine-fuelled whimpers falling from Hiromi's lips as his orgasm hit him, pleasure crackling through him, eyebrows raised and mouth agape in agonised euphoria.

Hiromi held his breath as he came, releasing it in one shaky gasp as he came down, grinning and delighted. You slumped to the floor, utterly dazed, Hiromi's cum dripping out of you onto the dark oak floor.

Hiromi panted, leaning down to kiss your back again as he squeezed your hips. Nuzzling you with his hooked nose, he spoke casually.

"More wine?"

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megalony · 6 months ago

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What He Deserved

This is a new protective! Tommy Kinard imagine, based on a few requests I've gotten.

Thank you all for the lovely Tommy requests! I'm loving writing about the medal ceremony.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Summary: Tommy brings his wife and newborn down to the 118 for their award ceremony. But when his old Captain starts making slurs and comments about his wife, Tommy loses his temper.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) tilted her head down and looked over the dress she was wearing. Her fingers danced across the soft fabric, smoothing out the few wrinkles that formed around her waist.

Her lips pressed together, smothering the small smile that tried to break out across her face, but her smile seemed to reach her eyes instead.

Pale blue had never really been (Y/n)'s colour, it didn't seem to stand out or match her very well. But she had to admit that this colour did look rather lovely on her today. Maybe it was because Tommy loved this colour. Or maybe it was because this colour was a close match to Tommy's eyes, one of the main reasons (Y/n) bothered to buy it in the first place.

The dress was comfy; often most of the dresses she used to wear looked lovely, but they were uncomfortable. The necklines were too low, they didn't come up high enough to cover her bra at the back. The underlining was scratchy and itched her thighs or the dress itself was pulled tight at the waist and made her feel like she couldn't breathe.

This one was different. It had a circular neckline that was very stretchy and easy to to pull up or down. The back was almost as high as her shoulderblades, meaning the nursing bra she wore was easily hidden and (Y/n) could stay comfortable. And there was no underlining that itched or scratched or puffed out around her.

(Y/n) bit down on her bottom lip and moved her hands up to her hair, fiddling with the style once again even though nothing was wrong with it.

She couldn't help but look down at her frame once again as a quiet sigh passed her lips.

She had more curves now than she used to. Before she had Minnie, (Y/n) had never been skinny, but she had been okay with the curves and the shape of her body. Gaining weight during her pregnancy had been fine, it was normal and (Y/n) didn't feel self conscious because she had a reason. She had had a baby. But now, Minnie was here and it was almost like (Y/n) didn't have a reason to be this shape now.

She didn't have a bump to caress or stretch her shirts over- mostly Tommy's shirts since she had lived in his clothes during the last four months of her pregnancy. But she had a lot of baby weight now.

(Y/n) knew it wouldn't disappear as soon as she had Minnie, she knew it would take time. But that also meant it was going to take time to get used to her new shape and become comfortable in her new skin.

She was brought out of her thoughts when a set of large hands curled over her hips and a chin perched on top of her head.

"Do I look okay?" Her voice was quieter and meeker than normal, giving away the panic that was fluttering inside her chest with horrid bouts of adrenaline.

She looked up in the mirror, observing Tommy's expression that seemed to soften like melted butter. His cheeks puffed up showing a dimple on the left cheek and small crows feet creased around his eyes that locked with hers in their reflection.

She could feel his thumbs smoothing up and down over her hips and he turned his chin down so he could press a soft kiss into her hair. There was no need to ask Tommy that question because they both knew what the answer was going to be, but she felt like asking him anyway.

This was going to be the first time (Y/n) would be out around Tommy's friends and colleagues since she'd given birth to Minnie two weeks ago. (Y/n) wanted to look good and feel confident in herself and her newly shaped body, but she didn't quite know how to do that yet.

"You. Look. Stunning." Each word was punctuated with a kiss against her head that was careful not to ruin her hairstyle. And his voice was rugged and low like he was having a hard time staring at her and controlling himself at the same time.

(Y/n) smiled, but when their intense stare broke off, she found herself looking over the dress again. And her hands moved to slide up and down her stomach and around her curves that she still couldn't get used to.

Her absentminded movements halted when Tommy held her wrists and dropped her hands down so he could continue the movements himself. His fingertips tickled as they dragged up and down her stomach and crossed the dips in her waist like he wanted to commit each of them to memory. And he was smiling as he did it.

He was looking down at her like each curve made him happy and just the thought sent (Y/n)'s heart jumping over a beat like a record player jumping a vinyl.

"What, you don't believe me?" His voice was quieter this time and he went back to propping his chin up on her head. While his hands finally stopped roaming her body so he could bind his arms around her middle and give her a tight squeeze.

"You're a bit biased, sweetheart." She was joking. Her tone was light and her smile told him she was only teasing, but there was truth to her words.

Tommy was always going to be biased because she was his wife. He would stand there and tell her he thought she was the most exquisite woman he'd ever seen and in his mind, he was right. But that was only his view because he loved her.

And (Y/n) was glad Tommy thought she looked lovely, but it wouldn't be just him there at the ceremony today. All of his friends and close colleagues would be there and (Y/n) didn't want any of them to look at her and think she looked awful or chubby or odd.

"Maybe, but I'd never lie to you, and I think you look better than ever."

He thought she looked beautiful.

It had been no secret to anyone that Tommy could barely keep his hands off of her when she was pregnant. He was always attached to her, kissing her or holding her or carressing her stomach. He loved the way her body changed and it was no different now that she'd had Minnie.

They had gone out a few days ago, the first time (Y/n) had properly left the house since coming home with Minnie, because (Y/n) had to get some new clothes.

She couldn't continue living in her maternity clothes. Some of the leggings weren't so bad, but the tops were too baggy and didn't fit now her stomach had deflated into a strange shape and her curves were softer. And all her maternity dresses or jumpsuits didn't sit well on her anymore and made her look a very odd shape. Baggy maternity clothes were not flattering in the least.

Wearing Tommy's clothes was fine for around the house or the occasional button up shirt when they went out. But (Y/n) needed clothes of her own to make herself feel and look a bit more normal, and she couldn't fit into any of her old clothes.

So while the maternity clothes had been bagged and hidden at the back of the wardobe- just in case there was a next time that she would need them again- they had gone out for new clothes.

It had been Tommy's idea, he knew (Y/n) didn't look happy when she tried to find something to wear since coming home with Minnie.

And while they had been out, every top, dress and shirt (Y/n) tried on, Tommy agreed to. She saw his eyes crease and light up and he smiled at everything she picked out and seeing her look happy and more comfortable was all Tommy wanted.

"Thank you," (Y/n) gave his wrists a squeeze and turned her head so she could press her lips to his neck.

She missed his touch when he finally unravelled from her and turned around, but he didn't wander far. (Y/n) smoothed out another imaginary wrinkle in her dress before she turned on her heels, her eyes following Tommy as he moved over to the crib in the corner of the room beneath the window.

He grinned, flashing his teeth and shaking his head when he reached down and scooped up his little girl. She barely fit in the crook of his arm and she always looked like a miniature doll whenever Tommy held her and the sight made (Y/n) smile.

"Hi baby, are you gonna come and meet daddy's team, hm?" He gently settled Minnie down against his shoulder, letting her face nuzzle into his blazer right across the LAFD logo on his chest.

His hand cradled the back of her head and his fingertips feathered across her soft skin. When he turned round, his smile softened again when his eyes landed on (Y/n) and he walked over to her, murmuring a quiet "Ready?" to which she nodded.

This would be Tommy's first medal since joining the LAFD.

***

"Sweetheart, I don't think they'll let you take her up there with you, you know." (Y/n) pressed her lips together to dampen down her smile as she looked up at her husband with fondness pooling in her eyes. She didn't miss the shiver that rolled through Tommy's spine when that petname rolled off the tongue.

Something so simple as 'sweetheart' had the ability to make the tall, hulk of a man in front of her swoon and melt into a puddle.

He had barely set Minnie down since they arrived at the station and the ceremony was about to begin.

As settled as Minnie seemed to be in Tommy's arms, (Y/n) doubted Chief Simpson would be very pleased if Tommy was stood up there holding his newborn during the awards.

Tommy let out a quiet displeased huff but he nodded. He knew he had to leave his girls now and go stand up on stage, something he wasn't so keen on doing but he didn't have a choice.

He pressed a lasting, tender kiss against Minnie's temple and gently unhooked her hand from his index finger that she had been happily clinging to for the last five minutes. He leaned forward and eased her down into (Y/n)'s arms while his hands moved to hold (Y/n)'s hips instead.

She settled Minnie in her arm, trying to keep her tilted at the same angle Tommy had her so she wouldn't wake up and start to fuss. If she could sleep through the speeches and the medals, then she could wake up when the hustle and bustle started. (Y/n) wanted to watch and get a picture of Tommy up there, she didn't want to have to make a quick exit to settle Minnie if she woke up and started to cry.

"Off I go," Tommy murmured quietly, moving his hand to tilt (Y/n) chin up in his direction so he could steal a kiss that ended with his tongue slipping past her lips.

(Y/n) watched him follow after Buck and Chimney towards the stage, towering over the others like a skyscraper in comparison. She knew Tommy was happy to be the tallest because it gave him an excuse to stand out the way at the back and feign it was to let his colleagues see and not overshadow them. When really, it was so he didn't have to bask in the spotlight any longer than necessary.

Her head turned to the right and she took a deep breath, looking over the round tables scattered all through the station floor.

The ambulance and both trucks had been parked round the back so there was enough space for a party in here. And two other nearby stations were on standby so all calls could be redirected to them. Allowing the 118 to have the whole day off to celebrate without the risk of a callout getting in the way and disrupting everything.

Her eyes locked on Maddie sat on her own with her daughter and (Y/n) decided it would be a good idea to see if she could sit with them.

"Is this seat free?"

"Yeah, please," Maddie waved her hand towards the seat as if it was on fire and her smile calmed down one of the many nerves rattling through (Y/n)'s system.

She pulled out the chair and eased down next to Maddie, smiling softly at the four year old on Maddie's other side. She had a juice bottle between her hands and a sweet smile on her lips that made (Y/n) sure that she was a very cheeky toddler.

"Oh, she's adorable." Maddie's lower lip pouted and she placed a hand over her heart, leaning close to get a look at Minnie.

Since Tommy reconnected with the 118, he had introduced (Y/n) to them a few months ago and she had bonded with Maddie the most. The four of them had gone out quite a few times for quiz nights or just out for drinks- all non-alcoholic since (Y/n) had been expecting Minnie at the time.

This was the first time any of the team would see Minnie. They all knew she had been born, Tommy had messaged them and posted a few pictures. They got a lot of well-wishes from all the team, but they had mostly stayed home for the first two weeks to get used to new routines with their little girl.

"How are you doing now? Tommy mentioned you're feeling a lot better." She brushed her finger across Minnie's chubby cheek, darting her eyes between (Y/n) and the newborn with a tender yet knowing look in her eyes.

She and Chimney had seen first-hand how ill (Y/n) had been when she was pregnant.

At the start of her pregnancy, (Y/n) had been in and out of hospital with severe morning sickness. Tommy had come off a twelve hour night shift and then spent the next twenty four hours in hospital after he came home and found (Y/n) passed out in the bathroom, dehydrated after throwing up everything she had in her.

It took a while for the morning sickness to taper off, but (Y/n) had developed a type of gestational diabetes during the pregnancy too which ended with almost daily insulin injections.

Needless to say, it hadn't been easy having Minnie. Topped off with the way her body changed, (Y/n) had found it hard. But she knew she was lucky to be feeling well right now and that her insulin and glucose levels evened themselves out now she wasn't pregnant anymore. Some women developed diabetes after having it during pregnancy, (Y/n) was very thankful she didn't have that problem.

"Much better, thank you."

"And you look lovely, by the way. I love the dress." Maddie took a sip of her drink and reclined in her seat while she looked up and down the dress approvingly. The colour was lovely and it stood out well with Tommy's jet black suit. They would of looked a little too dark if (Y/n) wore a black or a navy blue dress today. The contrast was good.

A jolt surged through (Y/n)'s heart and her breathing quickened as she tilted her head down, looking across at her friend through her lashes.

"Really?" The surprise was evident in her voice and it intrigued Maddie. "I uh, it's new. I don't really fit in any of my old clothes anymore."

Saying that while she was pregnant felt good, it felt like an achievement because it was natural. (Y/n) had been happy to put on weight and look different and have a bump to show that she was having a family and Tommy loved her enough to settle down with her.

Now it felt strange like she wasn't doing something right when she thought about fitting back into her old clothes. But her heart had soared when she had made a passing comment last week to Tommy about her clothes not fitting. He had such a wide grin when he simply responded 'good' and kissed her like he had a fever.

"Oh, tell me about it. I still don't wear most of the stuff I owned before I had Jee."

"You don't?"

"No, I lost a bit of weight after having her but, I don't know, I like the way I look now. Sometimes the extra weight looks good… it works for you too." She whispered the last part, nudging their elbows together as a loving smile flooded her face.

Maybe there wasn't such a rush to try and get back to the way she was before. And she didn't have to, there was no deadline or no reason why she should, she'd had a baby and this was what she had to show for that.

She didn't realise she was smiling until her cheeks began to hurt and she lifted her head to look over at the stage.

There was her husband. Stood at the back on the far right, his hands clasped together in front of him with his back tensed up straight and his broad shoulders stretched out like they were balancing spirit levels on them. His nose crinkled and his lips rolled together as he tried not to laugh out loud at something Buck whispered to him. And the look made (Y/n)'s heart swell.

He looked so happy, so natural and composed and proud and strong up there and (Y/n) just knew in a day or two, she would be scouting through the official site and a few online apps to find the pictures that would be uploaded of today. She wanted all the pictures of Tommy that she could get, especially the ones that the photographer took when none of the team were looking or posing. When they looked happy and natural and soft together.

(Y/n) leaned down to kiss the top of Minnie's head and slowly started to sway from side to side, but her eyes remained focused on the stage.

And she could see the blush creeping onto Tommy's face when it was his turn to be awarded with his medal and plaque. His smile reached his eyes and his blush tainted his nose, cheeks and slithered down his neck beneath his collar.

She could see his hands fidgeting in front of his lap, scratching together to remain calm and composed until he could move to the back of the stage again and blend into the background. Not that he could ever blend in when in (Y/n)'s eyes, he always stood out.

As soon as the clapping started and everyone began to move, (Y/n) felt Minnie liven up in her arms.

She carefully lifted Minnie up and settled her on her chest, smoothing her hand up and down her back slowly to try and keep her calm and settled. She could feel Maddie reaching out to rub Minnie's cheek, quietly cooing at her as everyone finally left the stage and started to filter around the room again.

Tommy's hand found her shoulder and his other hand gently cupped the back of Minnie's head. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to (Y/n)'s head as he stood behind her chair and felt her lean her head against his torso.

"Looks good on you," (Y/n) whispered, reaching one hand up to tap her fingertip against the medal hanging around his neck. She wondered how long it would take before Tommy whipped the medal off and hid it in (Y/n)'s bag. She already knew he would leave it up to her to find a place for it somewhere at home.

"Hm, does it really?" His hand stayed on her shoulder as he leaned down to meet her halfway in a kiss. Before he slid his other hand down from cradling Minnie's head to slither his hand along (Y/n)'s waist and give her hip a squeeze.

They broke apart when Tommy felt a hand on his shoulder and he leaned up just as Eddie moved round.

He stood between (Y/n) and Maddie and crouched down until he was level with the newborn in her arms. A wide smile creased his eyes and he reached out to nudge her cheek.

"Hi cutie… can I?"

"Sure." (Y/n) gently eased Minnie over into Eddie's arms who stood back up to his full height once she was in his arms. As soon as he was up, Eddie was swaying from left to right, bouncing her up and down against his chest, his eyes enamoured by her like she was the brightest star in the sky.

(Y/n) was sure she heard her husband mutter a quiet "Be careful," although she wasn't certain whether it was in jest or if he was being serious. But she smiled and reached up to hold Tommy's arm when he went back to holding her shoulders and leaned down to be level with her.

"Want something to eat?" He murmured against the shell of her ear, leaving a few kisses against the side of her neck until she was shivering and gripping his arm tighter.

"Sure."

With another lasting kiss to her lips, Tommy followed after Chimney and Buck towards the buffet table. All three of them were famished and Tommy would bet that they had skipped breakfast the same as he had, too consumed with nerves and worries about today to eat until now.

(Y/n) let her eyes follow the boys as they headed off to the table and she couldn't help but gaze at Tommy. He towered over Chimney and stood just a few inches taller than Buck, with wider shoulders and a large tense back. He looked like a beast in and out of his uniform.

Her head tilted back to look up at Eddie when Minnie started to mewl and cry into his shoulder.

He tried to soothe her and hush but her eyes screwed shut and her legs began to tap against his chest like she was trying to run mid-air.

"I think she needs feeding, give me one second." She pushed up from the chair, smoothing down the imaginary wrinkles in her dress as she headed off near the locker room.

Her head dipped down and her hands itched at her sides as she reached the pram and unhooked the Disney bag from the handle.

She had tried to time Minnie's feed so she wouldn't need to leave during the middle of the ceremony but now was a good time because she would settle for another nap after this. With the bag on her shoulder, (Y/n) headed back over to the table and smiled when Eddie carefully eased Minnie back into her arms.

"She's such a sweetheart, I'm sure Chris will wander over to see her in a bit." Eddie gave the girls a lasting smile before he headed back towards Chris to see if he wanted to go and get some food before Buck and Ravi ate it all.

The newborn continued to whine and wriggle, but her cries softened just a little now that she was back in her mother's arms.

(Y/n) cradled her in one arm while she set the bag down on the spare chair next to her and rummaged through for a blanket while she sat down.

She could see Maddie and Jee over at the buffet table while Buck, Tommy and Chimney were stood just a few feet from the table. All three of them were joking and laughing about something and it was lovely to see Tommy relaxing and letting his guard down for a change.

Their eyes locked for a second and (Y/n) saw his lips curve into a wider smile and he winked in her direction. He looked very laid back for a change. Whenever he had his work suit on, it was for a formal occasion and Tommy always felt out of place or uneasy or as if he should be professional.

But right now, stood with one hip slouched down, one hand holding a paper plate for them to share and his other hand tucked into his pocket, he looked casual. He looked relaxed and happy and his head tilted back to let out a laugh when Buck seemingly quipped a joke.

"Okay baby, shh." Her lips pressed to the top of Minnie's head, her nose tickling and scrunching up against the small wisps of hair.

She kept her settled in one arm while she tried to drape the blushing pink blanket over her shoulder and down her chest. The last thing she wanted was anyone looking at her if she was going to breastfeed Minnie.

Not that anyone was paying any attention. She was sat alone at the table at the moment and the table was in the left corner of the station, as close to the stage as possible but now no one was focused on the stage.

The only person who would pay her any attention was Tommy and that was for a whole other reason.

She gently shifted Minnie up in her arm and adjusted the blanket over her, but before she even had chance to try and fiddle with the strap on her dress, she paused.

Someone was staring at her, and it wasn't Tommy.

(Y/n) didn't recognise him. He was an older gentleman, a bit shorter than Buck with a cap tucked under one arm and a few pins on his blazer, giving away that he was a Captain of one of the fire houses. (Y/n) only knew a few people from the 118 and the people from Tommy's station, the 227 and not many of them were here. She didn't know anyone else and she didn't know the Captain who was currently staring her down.

The look in his eyes was frightening, it was as if he was scrutinising her, looking her up and down to try and evaluate her for something. His upper lip was pushed out, hidden mostly by a thick grey moustache and his chin was jutting forward in a commanding sort of way.

His eyes raked up and down (Y/n)'s body with one brow raised and she couldn't find it in herself to look down or shift or move an inch.

All she could do was look towards Tommy, desperately wanting him to tilt his head in her direction and catch her eye to see that she was panicking.

"You're really gonna do that here?"

His words took her by surprise and (Y/n) stayed frozen to the spot while Minnie wriggled in her arm and batted her hand against her chest as if trying to grab her attention. Small whines vibrated into (Y/n)'s chest as the newborn continued to whimper and kick around beneath the blanket.

"I'm sorry?" She wanted her words to come out condescending but her voice only came out in a small flurry of panic.

What was she doing wrong?

She wasn't stood in the middle of the station or trying to catch anyone's attention or cause a scene. All she was trying to do was feed her daughter. It was natural. She was at a table in the corner and she was sat on her own, she wasn't sat with the Chief or any other Captains or photographers or important people.

She would be sat with friends once Maddie came back and then Tommy would sit with her, she doubted anyone else would be at their table, maybe Buck but that was it.

None of them would have a problem with her breastfeeding and if they did, (Y/n) would move.

But she was sat with a blanket over her chest. No one was going to see anything they shouldn't, she was still decent and covered up.

"You're gonna show 'em off to the whole station?" He spoke with a small huff and his lips formed into a smirk that made a cold shiver run down (Y/n)'s spine. He talked as if (Y/n) was getting ready to some sort of strip tease in the middle of the station or up on stage.

All she was doing was trying to feed her daughter. It was bad enough that (Y/n) worried about how she looked in this dress and how her body looked now she'd had Minnie. Without this Captain, whoever he was, standing there insulting her and making jibes at her because he thought he had the right to make her feel self-conscious.

"No. I- should you really be stood watching me?" She tried to muster up some of Tommy's courage and boisterous attitude, but the man only laughed.

A cringe tore through her body as she held Minnie tighter and leaned her head to the left.

Relief pooled in her stomach that was bubbling and overchurning with adrenaline when she caught sight of Tommy. But the adrenaline got worse when she looked over her husband.

He was red in the face.

His hand was crumpling up the paper plate until the food was about to spill over the edges. His lips were tense and taut and his jaw was ground so tight it looked like it was going to pop. There was utter outrage bubbling up in his eyes that had gone from pale blue to jet black in less than a minute.

He heard. Tommy had heard what this stranger had said, and he was not pleased.

(Y/n) was both relieved and panicked when she watched her husband almost throw his plate at Buck before he stormed their way. But he wasn't quick enough before the Captain started to speak again.

"Thought it was a free show, sweetheart. After all, you're sat out in the open, about to show us all a good view, so carry on." His hand moved to dart across his chin and the way he licked his lips had (Y/n) shivering and shrinking back in her seat. "Does Kinard know you go round flashing all his mates?"

She could of screamed when he took a step closer, slanting his right hip against the vacant chair next to (Y/n) like he was about to sit down next to her.

Whipping the blanket from her shoulder, (Y/n) tossed it down on her bag and got up from her seat. She wasn't going to sit here and be insulted any longer and she was too uncomfortable to stay here. She wanted to be with Tommy and disappear into a quiet corner.

Her hands adjusted Minnie so she was settled in the middle of her chest and she cradled the back of her head while she weaved around the seats. There wasn't a lot of space between whoever this Captain was and the wall, but (Y/n) pressed as close to the wall as she could to get past him.

"What the Hell did you just say to my wife?!" Tommy's voice growled through the air and caught the attention of everyone nearby.

Suddenly, the music sounded quieter in the background and all the other conversations died down as all eyes landed on Tommy. Both Chimney and Buck moved to put their plates down and hurry after him. They had never seen Tommy lose his very level temper or run out of patience and they didn't want him to start a fight. They knew who Gerrard was and he wasn't worth the effort.

A gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips and she jolted forward when she felt the Captain's hand hook under the strap on her dress. The strap was slightly down her arm since she had been about to feed Minnie, but she felt him try and pull the material either to look down at her cleavage or just to lower it down and tease her.

Tommy was usually the epitome of calm and composed, he never spoke out of turn or caused a scene, and he had never stood up to Gerrard when they both worked in this station. But the fire in his eyes showed he had well and truly lose that composure.

For a brief second, (Y/n) felt Tommy's hand on her hip as she moved to stand behind him. She felt him squeeze her hip and move to block her from view and it made her feel safe.

Right until Tommy lunged forward and landed his fist into the Captain's face.

Blood spurted down Gerrard's face, tainting his moustache and pouring down his lips towards his chin like a free flowing river. Both his hands moved to cradle his nose that might well be broken and he groaned through a splutter of blood. His balance swayed as he wobbled to the left but he didn't stay unbalanced for long when Tommy's hands latched around the collar of his blazer.

He yanked his old Captain forward, lifting him up on the toes of his boots to keep them level. Fire blazed in Tommy's eyes and his lips formed into a snarl as he debated whether to smash his forehead into his old Captain or send a punch into his gut and knock him to the floor.

"Tommy…" (Y/n) shivered, tucking her face up against the top of Minnie's head who was shrieking into her chest at all the sudden commotion.

She felt a hesitant pair of hands on her arms and whipped her head round to see Chimney stood beside her. He tried to smile and dipped his head to the side towards Maddie who had Jee in one arm and her other hand held out towards (Y/n), beckoning her away from the fight.

She took a few steps towards Maddie but stayed relatively close, she didn't want to be far from Tommy and she needed to get him to stop before he got himself reprimanded.

"Tommy- hey, hey that's enough." Buck hurried forward and grabbed Tommy by the shoulders, but his friend was strong enough to hold steadfast like a mountain, unable to be moved.

Even when Eddie surged forward and tried to get between them, Tommy just elbowed him out the way and twisted Gerrard to the left so he could pin him up against the wall.

"Jesus Kinard," Gerrard grumbled, unsure whether to cradle his broken nose or push the younger man off him. "Take it easy-"

"Take it easy? After what you just said to my wife? You're lucky I haven't pasted your blood across the walls for that." Venom seethed into his words as he suddenly wished they were in a corridor or in the locker room or somewhere more private so he could win this fight without an audience.

But the moment he heard the word 'flasher' pass Gerrard's lips, nothing else mattered. He couldn't concentrate on Eddie trying to worm in between him and Gerrard or feel Buck pulling his shoulders to try and drag him backwards. He didn't even hear Bobby shouting at them to stop.

He brought his knee up, ramming it into Gerrard's groin before anyone could stop him. The Captain crumpled down with a groan that ended in a spluttering cough and Tommy finally let the team pull him five steps backwards so he could watch Gerrard fall to his knees.

"Enough!"

"He just intimidated and tried to touch up my wife!" Tommy's chest heaved like he had run a marathon and his hands balled into fists.

He was about to lunge forward again but Eddie anticipated the move and stood in front of him. He pushed against Tommy's chest, trying to keep him at bay while Bobby grabbed his shoulder to try and get his attention and calm him down.

"And Chief Simpson is gonna have a talk with him in my office, you have my word, Tommy. Now go cool off and look after your wife."

Bobby had heard all the stories about Gerrard when he used to be in charge of this station. He knew about the reports people put in, how horrid he had been to Chimney and Hen and how intimidating he had been towards Tommy in the past. And although he didn't hear what Gerrard had said tonight, he could see that both Tommy and Buck, possible even Chimney, had heard.

And then there was (Y/n), an impartial witness. Gerrard wasn't going to get away with what he'd said and the Chief was more than ready to have a private word with Bobby and Gerrard and reprimand him for this.

He had gotten a broken nose and a bruised ego from Tommy and that was just the start, he hadn't even had words with the Chief yet.

He got what he deserved.

Tommy shook and rolled his shoulders, cracking his spine into place while Bobby moved ahead of him to heave Gerrard to his feet. When Eddie patted his chest and gave him a polite nudge, Tommy nodded and turned towards (Y/n).

Before he had chance to open his arms, (Y/n) was already smothering herself into his chest. Her face buried in his chest, her nose brushing against the red ribbon his medal was hanging from and he could feel Minnie wriggling and whimpering between them. The newborn was upset, hungry and frightened and part of Tommy felt bad. He had started the fight and worried both his girls, but he couldn't have done anything else.

He couldn't help it. He never wanted Gerrard near (Y/n) in the first place. He had been glad that he met her just after he moved stations so he never had to introduce her and he only spoke about Gerrard in quick passing.

Somehow, Tommy didn't think his old Captain would be here today and he was beyond angry that he had turned up and decided to intimidate (Y/n) like that. He had done it because he knew she was Tommy's wife. That was the only reason he spoke to her.

"Come on." He murmured against the top of her head as he curved both arms around her and kept her close.

He began walking forward, guiding (Y/n) backwards until she turned to shuffle under his left arm so she didn't have to back track. Her eyes remained closed and Tommy's arms stayed around her as he headed towards the locker room. The only room that was vacant and out the way of the rest of the party that was slowly filling up with murmurs and questions and strange atmospheres.

Once the door shut behind them, Tommy moved over towards the lockers. He leaned his shoulders back up against them, slouched down and spread his legs so (Y/n) could stand between them.

"Are you okay?" He spoke against her hair, keeping his right arm curved around her waist while his other hand cupped the side of her face and tilted her head back so he could look down at her.

"Hm. I'm sorry-"

"Sorry? You didn't do anything, honey. Gerrard should have kept his fucking mouth closed and kept away."

Confusion and realisation washed over (Y/n)'s face all in one and she tried to look over her shoulder towards the party but she couldn't see any of the team anymore. Everyone was fluttering about and moving back towards the buffet and trying to have a dance and regain a light atmosphere again.

"That was Gerrard?" Now she knew why he had approached her and why he seemed keen to talk to her. He knew she was Tommy's wife; that was his motivation for speaking to her.

"Yeah. I hope he gets fired for this."

"Will you get in trouble?"

"Doubt it, Buck and Howie heard what he was saying to you, plus I'm off duty." If Tommy was on shift this would be a different matter entirely, but they couldn't suspend him or fire him or get him into a lot of trouble when he wasn't at work.

He pressed a longing kiss to her temple before he pushed forward and moved towards the bench. Tommy sat as far back on the bench as he could and spread his legs, grinning softly when (Y/n) smiled and took the hint, sitting between his thighs.

She felt his knees press into hers and his chest moulded around her back while his arms looped around her waist so his hands could spread out across her abdomen. The feeling of Tommy's chin on her shoulder made her shiver but in a good way and a warm, fuzzy feeling flooded her stomach when he kissed the side of her neck.

"I still need to feed her," (Y/n) whispered, although they were the only people in here and no one else in the party would be able to hear or see them. They were sat with their backs facing the glass wall and Tommy's frame moulded around her like a blanket. He was hiding her from any onlookers.

"Go ahead, honey." He murmured against her neck, taking the time to trail his fingertips up her waist causing her to shiver and shimmy in front of him. "No one can see or get past me."

His fingertips wormed up her side and his index and middle finger hooked around the strap on her shoulder. Slowly sliding it down her arm while his lips pressed wet, hot kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. He cradled the back of Minnie's head when (Y/n) settled her in place and his other arm tightened around (Y/n)'s waist, brushing his fingertips up and down her abdomen.

No one would be able to see them from here, all they would see was Tommy's back and the way he was slightly hunched forward. He completely blocked (Y/n) from view and if anyone tried to come in here, he would usher them away from his girls.

As far as Gerrard was concerned, Tommy hoped he would get fired or at least demoted for this.

(Y/n) prayed Tommy wouldn't get told off for what he'd done to Gerrard. Her man had gotten his medal today and his former Captain had gotten a broken nose.

They both got what they deserved.

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The Freshman Fifteen

Matt stood in front of the mirror, shirtless, his eyes fixated on his reflection. The soft roundness of his stomach caught the light, highlighting just how much his body had changed in a few short months. He used to have abs, firm and defined, but now… now, there was just this belly, sticking out and refusing to be ignored.

His roommate Aaron was sprawled across the bed, casually scrolling through his phone. "Dude, you can stare at it all day, but it’s not gonna shrink just by looking at it," Aaron teased without even glancing up.

Matt didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up the measuring tape sitting on the desk. He hadn’t used it since high school when he was proud of his lean 32-inch waist. With a sigh, he wrapped the tape around his middle, struggling a bit to get it all the way around without letting his stomach push out. He sucked in his gut as far as it would go.

For a brief moment, he felt a flicker of hope—maybe the number wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe he hadn’t let himself go that much.

Aaron looked over, chuckling. "You really gonna suck it in while you measure? That’s cheating."

Matt rolled his eyes but kept holding his breath, his muscles tight as he fastened the tape around his waist. He squinted at the number, and his heart sank a little. Thirty-six inches.

"Thirty-six…" Matt muttered under his breath, releasing his stomach. The tape measure immediately shifted with a snap, loosening as his belly filled the space it was trying to hide. He looked down at it, and the final number stared back at him: thirty-eight.

Aaron let out a low whistle. "Oof. Freshman Fifteen turned into Freshman Twenty, huh?"

Matt’s face flushed. He looked at his reflection again, watching the way his gut pushed out over the waistband of his sweatpants. Thirty-eight inches. His abs weren’t just hidden; they were gone, buried under this new layer of softness.

"Shut up, man," Matt muttered, dropping the measuring tape onto the desk. He tried to suck in his belly again, holding his breath like it would somehow make everything go back to normal. For a second, his stomach pulled tight, flattening slightly, but then, just like every other time, the moment he relaxed, it pushed right back out. The jiggle in his belly made him wince.

Aaron swung his legs off the bed, clearly enjoying the show. "Dude, you’re killing yourself trying to suck that in. Just let it out. No one cares."

Matt sighed, staring at the thirty-eight-inch mark still lingering in his mind. He gave up trying to suck in, his belly settling comfortably over his waistband, the jiggle now undeniable. He felt the weight of it more than ever. He couldn’t believe how far he’d let himself go.

"Thirty-eight inches," Matt repeated softly, almost in disbelief. "I was thirty-two before college."

Aaron shrugged. "Hey, it happens to the best of us. College life, man. All those late-night burritos and no more gym sessions? That stuff adds up."

Matt rubbed a hand over his belly, feeling its softness. He hadn’t touched his abs in months. He hadn’t even tried to work out since football ended. He used to be proud of his body, but now… now, this belly was all he could think about.

"I guess," Matt mumbled, but it didn’t feel like enough of an excuse. He grabbed a shirt and pulled it over his head, feeling it stretch tightly over his middle. It clung uncomfortably to his body, emphasizing every roll. He tugged at the fabric, trying to pull it down to cover the slight overhang, but it didn’t do much to help.

Aaron stood up, clapping Matt on the back. "Come on, man. Don’t sweat it. We’re ordering pizza tonight, right? I’ll get extra cheese, just for you."

Matt chuckled despite himself. He looked one last time at the mirror, accepting that his stomach wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He wasn’t happy about it, but he couldn’t deny that there was something almost freeing in letting it out, in not caring so much for once.

"Yeah," Matt said, turning away from the mirror. "Let’s get pizza."

As they headed out of the room, Matt could still feel the measuring tape’s numbers lingering in his mind, but for now, he was letting it go. Maybe he’d deal with it tomorrow… but tonight, it was all about extra cheese and not caring if his shirt was a little too tight.

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slvtforfiction · 10 months ago

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Jake smut but with a super innocent reader. And he explains in kinda to her and she turns her stuffed animals so they’re facing away before it n stuff 🥹🥹

Little Sweetheart

☆ ANON STOPPPPP

☆ OMG LOTS OF LOVE SWEETIE 💜

☆ Jake Webber X Virgin!Reader

☆ Smut (porn w no plot?)

☆ Sorry it’s so short :( x

☆ Masterlist

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

I rolled over in bed next to Jake and rested my head on his chest as he kissed my forehead,waking up.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said smiling as he rested his head back letting out a low groan. “Hi.” I smiled up at him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him looking up at him from his chest. “Nothing baby,just gonna have a shower.” He said getting up and stretching his arms.

My head just peaked out of the covers but I could see his boxers larger than normal.

“Do you want help with that?” I asked him whilst looking up at him,doe eyes. He smiled at me sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You sure love? You only choose one person to give your virginity to.” He said to me and I sat up in bed.

“I promise.” I told him as I smiled up at him, we had been dating for around 4 months and he had known of my virginity before we had started dating.

I was always ready when I was with him. “Yeah?” He asked affirming my decision, “Yeah,I want it to be you.” I whispered and he smile walking over to me and back into bed.

I pulled down my panties,leaving my shirt and looked at him expectantly,with a smile he told me to come sit in his thighs for a moment after taking his boxers down.

I looked over at my studies and saw them staring back at me,I quickly turned them around and Jake laughed softly to himself.

“I’ll walk you through it,okay?” He says and I nod, “Words princess.” He says and I smile, “Okay.”

He puts his hands on my waist,lifting me up with ease,and I can feel the tip of his cock against my entrance. “I’ll go slow okay?” He says and I nod.

He lowers me down and the first few inches feel uncomfortable but not harmful,until he got further.

“Jake it hurts!” I say and he quickly stops lowering me, “Tell me when it feels better and we’ll keep going.” He says softly and I nod as I sit there,half way down him.

“You okay baby?” He asks and I make a small nod,we repeat this a few times before I get used to the feeling and reply with “You can keep going now.” In a faint whisper.

He slowly lowers me further until he’s fully inside of me, “You can start whenever you want to,okay? I’ll let you do it so you can pick the pace,all you need to do is bounce up and down,when you get tired let me know and I’ll help you,okay?” He asks and I nod as I began to slowly bounce up and down.

The feeling is pleasurable and I quickly start moaning,the feeling of Jake’s hand on my waist only egging me on. I begin to go faster,still slow but getting used to the feeling.

“You okay princess?” He asks with a grunt in between, “Am I going too slow?” I ask worriedly and he laughs softly, “No love,take your time,it’s okay.” He reassures and I smile as I get faster. “Jake!” I moan as I pick up pace.

“That’s it baby.” He says proudly as my pace stabilises at a fast speed. Jake began to grunt and moan,pushing me further into a tight knot in my stomach.

“Jake! Jake!” I all but scream out as the knot in my stomach releases and I collapse against his chest, desperately trying to keep my pace to make him finish too. Soon enough I feel my insides painted and warm and I lie on Jake’s chest as I pant out like a dog.

I felt his cock soften inside of me and I he lifted me off his cock and kept me lying against his chest. “Thank you love.” He says,kissing my forehead.

I smile and plant a small kiss to his chest with the energy I have left as I wrap my arms around him. “Such a good girl for me.” He says whispering small praise towards me.

“I love you.” I whisper before falling into sleep,quick enough not to hear the response from him,though I knew he said he loved me back.

#spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby fluff #colby brock #jake webber fluff #jake webber smut #jakewebber #jake webber #jake webber x reader

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targaryen-dynasty · 11 months ago

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Gif 16 for Daemon 🤓 and maybe size kink? You can add a kink if it fits the story! And I'm happy with any AU... you can decide!😄

Thank uu!! 💕

KINKTOBER SLEEPOVER.

No. 10 -> GIF.

Modern!Daemon Targaryen x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; p in v, reverse cowgirl, overstimulation, size kink, dumbification, cream pie, daddy kink, praise kink, power imbalance, dacryphilia, slight gaslighting, pussy slapping, female reader, modern Daemon

WORDS: 1.4 K

NOTES: Hello and welcome to my modern!Daemon debut. Added a few kinks to this lmao. I hope it lives up to your expectations and thanks for requesting this Vanessa. 🤍

You had long stopped bouncing up and down on Daemon’s thick cock like a dumb bunny, reduced to nothing more than a squirming and whining mess with orgasm number three rippling through your body.

He had a strong arm snaked around your waist to keep you firmly pinned against his broad chest, fingers intertwined for you to keep yourself grounded, whilst his other hand had made itself at home between your legs, rubbing your clit with reckless abandon. It sent wave after wave of fire through your veins, the burning between your legs apparent by the way you squeezed them shut only for him to pry them apart right after.

Tilting your head forwards, you caught a glimpse of his thick cock splitting your poor pussy open, sheathed inside of you and filling you to the brim. That sight alone was arousing enough to push you into a frenzy, mind clouded by his domineering and intoxicating presence. He was so, so much bigger than you, always towering over you and caging you in like a little bird, but you could always leave if you wanted. If.

“Stupid girl makin’ such a mess for me,” Daemon rasped with his nose pressed against your cheek, his calloused fingers smearing the renewed wave of your arousal over your swollen folds, and he felt most of it trickling down his big cock and heavy balls.

It was astonishing he managed to stay hard for so long, since he had reached his own orgasm somewhere between your first and second. “Don’t you like this, baby?”

Uneven breaths shook your body, interrupted by a cry that followed the harsh slap his hand served to your pulsing pussy. The smacking sound of it colliding with your cunt made your wetness more apparent to you, sending heat straight to your cheeks. “I asked you a question.” His voice was sharp, demanding.

“I-I,” you stuttered, your mind too hazy to even process his words in the slightest. “No… Daemon,” you whined, unable to relax with his fingers strumming your clit, “it’s too-too much.”

Daemon mouthed along your jaw, licking up the tears that had brimmed in your eyes and ran down your cheeks. A mocking chuckle fanned over your damp skin, adding to the humiliation you felt. “Don’t call me that,” he rasped, sinking his teeth into your skin. The bite stung, yet it was not at all as uncomfortable as the stinging and burning between your legs. It was the familiar stinging from being stretched out by him, but he was still so big, you had to accommodate him somehow. “Say it, or I’ll get a lot meaner.”

His cock dragging along your sweet spot as he thrusted up into you once elicited a quiet mewl to slip past your lips, your face contorting in both pleasure and pain. “Mh… I-,” you whimpered, tipping your head back and taking in a deep breath. “T-Too much, daddy.”

Knowing you could make use of your safe word if it truly got too much for you, he didn’t stop the ministrations of his fingers, circling your clit and dragging them through your soaked folds.

Daemon groaned against the side of your face as your body subconsciously started to grind back and forth against his hand, sucking him in and practically choking his cock.

“Fuck,” he panted, seemingly needing a few moments to regain his composure. “Just can’t get enough of you and this sweet, little cunt of yours… always driving me mad when she’s squeezing me this tight.” At this point he was just rambling, the praise surging straight to your head – and down between your legs.

The interplay between the stinging pain and pleasure was driving you insane, bordering on the fine line to madness and being oddly addicting. Paired with his praise, the coil in your belly pulled tighter, and not too slowly.

“Your pussy is fuckin’ weeping for me, bunny,” he continued, spurred on by the clenching of your walls around him, “gripping me so tight, fuck, as if she doesn’t want me to leave.”

Daemon had you quivering on his cock, grunts and groans spewed with expletives tumbling over his lips. Your legs clamped around his thighs, locking him balls-deep in hopes of stopping him from thrusting up into you.

“Just one more, c’mon,” he drawled, his other hand releasing yours, darting up to grab your chin and force your face toward him. This allowed him to press his lips to yours in a fervent kiss, his tongue licking its way into your mouth, swirling around yours. The intensity had you squeezing your eyes shut, your whimpers greedily swallowed by him.

As he pulled back to catch his breath, you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, meekly shaking your head. His blue ones, on the other hand, appeared glazed over, hazy with lust as he fucked up into you.

Your mind and body were so filled with Daemon that breathy gasps and quiet whines were the only things leaving your lips, occasionally accompanied by daddies and oh gods.

But Daemon wasn’t having any of it.

He released your face, groping at your breast and pinching your nipple instead, while he dragged the tip of his nose along your cheek. “Oh, yes, you can,” he rasped, mockingly, the softness with which he had spoken before long gone. “Don’t you want to make daddy proud, pretty girl? Huh?” Oh, how badly you wanted to please him and make him proud. You always did.

You whined in despair, no chance for your lips to push into a pout with his thick cock driving deeper, a deliberate thrust of him forcing your pussy to take him.

The motions of his fingers stilled for a moment, and you basked in the feigned calmness of him finally stopping his attack on your clit – only for them to be replaced by the pad of his thumb, applying a bit of pressure as it circled over your little bud.

Your fourth orgasm hit so suddenly that Daemon was surprised. Fucking you through it, he buried his nose in your hair, his wanton groans adding to the pleasure that rippled through you.

“Look at that,” he cooed, his eyes flickering between your fucked-out expression and your tits, mesmerized as they bounced each time he forced his cock back into you. “Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, mh?”

You trembled under his touch as his fingers still continued their assault on your body despite the aftershocks slowly subsiding, not able to focus on his praise.

When you tried to push his hand away, he merely tutted, but was generous enough to give in to your wishes, since you had given him exactly what he desired.

It was not always about fucking you just to spill his seed for him. Sometimes, he just craved to display the dominance he held over you, using you however he pleased, and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of your wrecked, little body.

And tonight, he had done just that.

Releasing a shaky breath, your spent body toppled back against his sturdy frame, secured by his strong arms around your waist. Your heart hammered against your chest, threatening to explode at any given moment with how badly your body was shaking from four overstimulated orgasms.

There was a comfortable silence surrounding you two, only broken by his raspy voice piercing through it. “Up for a shower, sweet thing?” he crooned against the sensitive spot behind your ear before pressing a soft kiss to it, and you didn’t even have to look at his face to know there was a smug smirk adorning his chiseled features.

But with how well he had fucked you, he deserved to be smug about it.

“That sounds good,” you panted, reaching behind you to slowly curl your fingers into his soft, silver tresses, prompting him to gently bump his forehead against the side of your face.

Something reignited the flame inside of him at that moment. Something that came every time you focused your attention on him in a non-sexual way. It was clear he was not done with you yet – not when his half-hard cock still was throbbing inside of you.

However, a shower seemed like a good way to catch a little break for the sleepless night that lay ahead of you.

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dvchvnde · 4 months ago

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Your grogginess lingers in the days after. A side effect of the painkillers, he says, but when you check—tucking the pill against your inner cheek when he leaves to go fetch something from the kitchen—it's just Tylenol. Prescription, of course. Extra strength with codeine. It shouldn't make you feel this sluggish, this out of it.

Exhaustion clings to you like a second skin. One that doesn't quite fit; tight, constricting—an artificial veneer that leaves you feeling itchy and uncomfortable where it rubs into your flesh. Sinking anchored hooks into your consciousness that tug you down into a permanent state of hypnagogia. Suspended in a constant fever dream.

Threads of fatigue weave through each eyelash until keeping them open becomes an arduous task. It's easier when you just give in—

“Need tae rest,” Johnny says when you tell him about it. About how much it worries you. “Ye’ve been injured, doe. Need tae sleep an’ heal.”

Adds: trauma, maybe, when your skepticism shows over dinner of caribou burgers, rice pilaf, and more bannock. The way he says the word—so nonchalant for all its ugliness, cruelty—nudges inside your chest, and you waver. Flickering toward the striped scar on his temple. He'd know, wouldn't he?

Still.

The unsettled feeling in the pit of your stomach lingers, mouldering inside of you. Festering. Fed by the stretch of days that bleed into each other; of waking up to the same sequence, a new routine, over and over again without any escape.

This new perspective hurts. Aches. But you adapt—change shape—until your days are spent languishing away in bed reading the books he gives to you, or listening to him putter around the house like a restive bird searching for an escape.

This cabin is too small for his wings, it seems.

But despite having a stranger impede in his space, Johnny cares for you with an intensity that makes you feel smothered. Claustrophobic. He tends to everything, rarely letting you lift a finger.

The embarrassment of that, of it all, fades at the end of the first week when he puts you in the tub, and slowly washes away the grime from your skin with a tender touch and eyes that bleed sin.

(“Ah’ll take care’a ye,” he rasps, voice thick in his throat. “Donnae worry about a thing, doe.”)

It's fine, you think. It's fine in the daytime—

Your nights, however, are awash in seafoam.

Clips, snippets; disjointed and broken. They flicker past like scenes of a movie you're unfamiliar with but never linger. Never stay long enough for you to find some form of comfort within the hazy silhouettes.

Moments of waking up on a bed with a hand on your forehead, murmuring to you. Words eliding together in the slurry of your mind, incompressible. Unknowable. A warmth against your skin. A rough hand on your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheek.

The most jarring are the ones that come late at night when you remember the phantom weight of something slung over your waist, knotted tight between your breasts. Scorching heat glued to your spine.

You think he's been crawling in bed with you. The thought alone makes you want to sob—

“Pretty wife ah go’ fer ma’self.”

Morning comes, and the worry from the night before is dissolved into an uneasy pinch in your guts. He’s normal—intense, dizzyingly so—but. Just a man. An odd one with a white, jagged grin. All teeth. Charming, you know. The sort of thing you'd fall for back home in a bar. Boyish. Simple.

But he's—

Strange.

Touches you a lot. Fingers tucked in the crease of your elbow, hand on your shoulder. Your knee. It moves higher up, planting itself on your thigh. Much too high to be appropriate. To be anything else outside of—

Well.

No.

You can't think about that. Not when your safety is tucked between those even, white teeth. With a broken ankle, negligible survival skills, and no sense of direction—

Thinking about that will crush you down to fine powder.

You bury it around an unease smile. Polite and distant and edging slightly in hysteria when he leans down, eyes burning, burning, and murmurs something under his breath about his little doe. All his.

(wife—)

It's a mistake. His accent is thick. You've misheard what he said. Don't panic. Don't scream. Don't offend him. He's nice. Nice, nice, nice. Just a nice man in the middle of nowhere who has a scar on his temple that looks like a shooting star, and madness in the back of his eyes that blooms when you catch him staring at you. Always. Like he can't bear to tear his gaze away.

He's a puppy. A dog. A good fucking boy. Stop being so crazy—

He brings you bread with fresh, homemade jam. Blueberries that grow along his property line. Juice. Water. He sits in the chair beside the bed and eats with you, tells you stories of his life back home. Scotland. Where he played football (an’ no’ tha’ shite ye call soccer) with his friends when he was home from deployment. An avid runner. He'd pace the streets of Edinburgh until his belly ached too much to continue.

Tells you of this place he'd go to after. Eat his body weight in eggs, hash.

His life feels like an improbable adventure sometimes. Deepening into dangerous territory when he admits, at your gentle prodding, that he was in the military. Secret sect. A taskforce.

(“Need’tae know,” he wags his finger at you, a toothy grin tugging on the corner of his mouth. “Or ah’d ‘ave tae kill ye.”

You convince yourself he's joking, and offer a weak chuckle. It tastes of madness in the back of your throat.)

In these moments, there are three elephants in the room with you. So smothered are you by their presence, that thoughts of loneliness dwindle down to nothing. A faded memory haunting the hollow of your throat.

The most obvious one is the mangled scar on the side of his face, slashing across his skin like a shooting scar. He touches it sometimes. Fingers pressing tentatively to the lumpy, misshapen mess of pink flesh.

It's soft most of the time. A tender pat, like he's reminding himself it's still there.

But sometimes, sometimes, he digs his fingers in so hard, they turn white. Like he's trying to chisel through flesh to scoop out everything inside. These moments are usually accompanied by bad days. Ones where he disappears outside for hours on end, only slinking back inside when the sky turns black. Haggard, knuckles pulpy mess of red.

Or when he stays inside, despondent. Solemn. He stares at the wall without blinking. It takes him a long time to respond, as if the words are stuck inside his throat. And when he does, they're stilted and hollow. Monosyllabic. A broken amalgamation of incomprehensible colloquialisms and shattered English.

When you ask what he said, he gives you a strange look. Like you're the one speaking in tongues.

“Ahm jus’—” he makes a vague motion, and says nothing else.

The pity is intense. You ache for this odd, broken man. To suffer so much—

It draws your attention to the second elephant. The one who pushes back into the corners, trying to hide. This growing thing that crackles in the air between you. Unfathomable. Intense. You're not sure what it is, or why it's here. It feels intimidating. Infinite.

It crawls into your lap in the dark, this twisted, hideous babe, seeking comfort from the person who viciously pushes it away. A dog coming back to lick the hand that hurts it because it knows no better. Bad dog. Good boy. The wires cross, spark.

What else do you do when pain and comfort come from the same hand? It whimpers this question out as it cries itself to sleep curled up on the lap of a person who refuses to touch it back. Cold comfort.

You think of baby chimps and mothers with cotton skin and metal bones.

Loneliness, you find, makes you desperate. It aches, a pulsing wound, spread over the whole of your pericardium. What do you do when the armour that is meant to protect you breaks? Cracks.

You don’t like to think about it too much because this path, this looping trail, leads you right into everything else you refuse to acknowledge. Particularly, the third elephant.

Or rather—

The fact that the other side of the bed is always warm when you wake up in the morning.

Johnny tells you he sleeps on the couch.

Sometimes, when you press your face into the pillow, you can catch the lingering scent of pine, cloudberry.

(You fold it up into a square, and shove it between the metal bars of your mother's ribs.)

#Johnny was creepier in the og version but doe was too soft #sad #i loved the throughline of Doe's “ignore it until it goes away” mentality until it bit her in the ass #straw house straw dog

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xrcs · 2 years ago

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slight sub ushijima + slight femdom reader

authors note – mmm. i love ushijima sm. this boutta be some softcore shit jus to get started.

content warnings – first time (for ushijima). rawdogging. praise. choking. porn w/out a plot. creampie.

ushijima watched as your naked body towered over his. his whole face down to his neck tomato red. how could someone be this beautiful with or without clothes on? his eyes scanned your shape, it’s like you could practically see the hearts as his pupils.

“you ready? jus’ let me know if you’re uncomfortable with anything. i’ll stop if you want,” you whisper into the shell of his ear. your hot breath tickling his ear love made him shiver slightly. ushijima slowly nodded, indicating that he was ready. for you. the way your lips travelled down his body made him go crazy.

hands snaking down his torso, fingers tracing every crevice of his rock hard abs. sucking and nibbling ever so slightly on his collarbone. “fuh.. fuck,” ushijima huffed, his cock throbbing and leaking pre. all this kissing and licking is already enough to make him cum.

small hickeys form all over his neck and collarbone. he’s your canvas, decorating him with every touch you make. you watch as he lets out small moans and huffs from your attack on his body. shit, he’s never felt anything like this before.

“name, i want– want you now. please, give it to me. i’m ready to be in your embrace,” ushijima breathed impatiently, his brown eyes looking strongly into yours. fuck, you couldn’t even say no. you wanted to give him the best first time, no teasing. just pure love and tenderness.

“okay baby, i got you,” you say while you grab his cock, lining it up with your folds. you’ve honestly been waiting for this as much as him. slowly, you sit down on his cock fully. giving him and yourself a minute to adjust.

ushijimas’ eyes roll back as he felt your warm, gooey insides wrap around his cock. his shaky hands grabbing your hips, holding you down. it was taking everything in him not to just cum right there and then. “goddd. i’m so in love with you,”

you start to lift your body up, dragging your walls on his dick. his head falls back as he sighs in pleasure. sweat rolling down his body, muscles tensing up. even the stretch is making you feel so good. his lengthy cock hitting all the right spots.

“take control of me,” ushijima whispers softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. you moan as you bring your hand up to his thick neck. wrapping what you can around it while squeezing. you can feel his dick twitch inside of you. you heard him utter a little ‘yes’ under his breath.

he feels like he’s losing control by the second. your warm juices flowing down his cock and thighs. ushijimas’ hips slammed up into yours, making you choke out. ramming into your pussy at a fast pace, his eyes are hyper focused on your tits bouncing.

his strong arms wrap around your waist as he abuses your cunt.

“a-ah! shit, ushijima! so fuckin’ good, makin’ me so full,” you moan, making him ram into you swiftly. the way your pussy lips envelops his dick. you’re clenching him so hard that he might just nut. his animalistic groans reverberate throughout the room, clapping sounds becoming more intense.

“again,” he huffs.

“praise me– ngh moree,” his mind is becoming more and more muddled as he fucks into your sweet pussy. drool slips past his lips, all swollen and pretty. “hittin’ it so fuckin’ g– mmm good! good fuckin’ boy,” oh no. he’s getting really close.

you choke him once again, bringing him to the edge. “agh! shit, ‘m gonna cum so hard. you feel so gooood,” ushijima slurs, eyes rolling so far back into his head. his grip on your hips is so tight that it might leave a mark.

you also feel really close. the coil in your stomach might just snap. his balls tighten up, his thrusting comes to a stop. hot, white fluid coats your gummy walls as you feel yourself coming undone too.

small whimpers come out of ushijimas lips, mind all fuzzy and dumb. you two look at each other in pure joy and love. slipping his flaccid cock out of your pussy, his cum spurting out in globs.

you two don’t want to move. ushijima brings his lips to yours and utters three special words..

“i love you,”

XRCS 2023

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binsito · 3 months ago

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warning: happy ending massage, cumplay, anal, slight fingering and spitting, unprotected sex

it was 90 minutes but it felt like it just wasn't enough.

too short.

not enough time.

90 minutes of his hands working on your body, down your back, squeezing your ass tightly between his fingers and spreading them lightly to gaze at your tight hole.

he worked miracles with his tough calloused hands, making sure to get deep into your muscles to relieve any tension you might have. you were a regular of his, visiting him at least once a month - maybe two if work was really wearing you out.

you knew how he worked, were familiar with his technique.

hearing as he fumbled with his belt buckle to drop his pants, his cock springing free. he quickly took it between his hands and pumped himself until you felt thick ropes of his cum land on your back and ass.

what a beautiful sight, he thought to himself. he was so utterly proud of the mess he made.

with that, he kneaded his warm cum into your soft flesh, little relieved moans leaving your lips as he molded you with his hands.

scooping some of his release and rubbing it with an expert finger around your tight rim - he made sure to never leave any area untouched. his motto was to completely satisfy his client's entire body. it was his goal to leave his clients blissed out and relaxed.

and when his finger breeched past your rim, you couldn't help but gasp loudly - it was just a knuckle but it felt so perfect.

his finger worked at slowly loosening you up, while his other hand continued to make you sticky with his cum.

before you know it, he had two fingers scissoring your ass, spitting down where you two connected to get a little more lubrication.

he could tell it was a rough month given how tight your little hole was but he knew the perfect treatment.

he replaced his fingers with his cock, making sure to be steady and gentle as to not hurt you, letting the stretch be gradual - the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.

he rocked his hips at a slow pace once he felt your rim give way to him, his hands cupping your waist gently to keep himself stable.

he loved the feeling of your velvety walls sucking him in so perfectly - he felt so lucky to have this as a career. he could feel his balls tightening, indicating that he was about to cum yet again.

a few more deep strokes and he stills, dumping himself inside of you, making sure to let every drop seep into you.

5 minutes over the intended 90, but it was alright, you were one of his most loyal clients.

"oh changbin that was amazing.. could we schedule another session two weeks from now? i'd also like to add a facial."

"of course, i'll put you down, same time." he smiles, carefully pulling his cock out to prevent any spilling down on to the table.

#binsito #binsito : changbin #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #skz #stray kids #stray kids changbin #changbin smut #changbin imagine #seo changbin #changbin #seo changbin smut

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milkiematcha · 2 years ago

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sitting on jeno’s lap during movie night with the dreamies was not uncommon. in fact, it was so common that the boys had taken to excluding you when counting seats for the event, assuming that you’d end up with your back pressed to jeno’s chest before the first introduction was over. and they were right, of course.

jeno was always happy to have you curled up in his lap, his arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. he could catch every little giggle or gasp the movie forced out of you, and he could whisper dumb jokes in your ear just to watch you suppress a smile. and you were always happy to kiss his cheek when he got a bit too enamored with the plot. and the boys were happy that you and jeno could whisper your commentary to each other rather than the whole room.

today, the words jeno whispered against your skin had nothing to do with any movie.

at first, he had started innocently. slipping his warm hands under the sweatshirt you had stolen from him, and pressing his face into the crook of your neck. he’d murmured something to you, too quietly for you to hear, and you’d hummed in response.

“you look pretty.” his voice was a tad too loud, and jaemin shot you a look, an eyebrow raised as if you had just revealed a secret. if jeno noticed, he didn’t care enough to apologize, and just repeated the words a bit quieter. “you look really pretty.”

“you too.” you had mouthed to him, your eyes sparkling in the way they do when he’s surprised you in a good way. one of his hands slid down, closer to your hip and the waistband of your underwear. one of his fingers slid under the waistband, tugging at it slightly. you wriggled uncomfortably, regretting your decision to forgo pants, and renjun glanced at you from his chair.

“are you cold?” renjun was speaking just above a whisper, loud enough for the others to hear but not enough to distract them from the onscreen drama. at your nod, he tossed you a blanket from somewhere beside him, which jeno pulled tightly around your bodies. once renjun’s attention had returned to the screen, jeno’s hand slid below the waistband again, this time closer to your clit.

you were visibly nervous now, pressing your lips next to his ear to whisper a sharp “not here!”. the lazy smile on his lips said it all; don’t act up and we won��t get caught.

you were surprisingly wet when he pressed a finger to your entrance, making you roll your hips against him, biting your tongue to keep from whining. when he pressed in, you grasped at his other hands, squeezing at his palm in some effort to gain stability. his fingers were so long, so perfect at stretching you out every time he fingered you that your cheeks had flushed just think about it.

he has added another finger while you were lost in thought, head propped up on your shoulder to watch your expression change in surprise. he laughed quietly, and donghyuck glared at you for a second, almost to quickly for you to notice, before leaning over to whisper something to jaemin, who glanced over as well.

jeno added a third finger, his eyes now completely on you. you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, his fingers pressing methodically against the spot inside you that drove you absolutely crazy. you had half a mind to whine out his name and ride him right there, dreamies be damned, but the rational part of your brain kept you in place, hands holding onto one of his, head tilted back onto his shoulder. you exhaled shakily, turning to him as a whiney gasp escaped your lips. his eyes flicked past you, landing on donghyuck, his lips pulling into a smirk,

“look at them, doll. you look so pretty that they can’t even help themselves.” jeno murmured against your ear, tilting your head off his shoulder to force you to look at the two.

jaemin was painfully hard, a visible boner pressing against his tight pants, his eyes locked on you as if he was enchanted, and donghyuck- oh god donghyuck was palming himself, leaned back in his seat, lip pulled between his teeth with a cocky half smile residing there as well. the coil that had been building in your stomach snapped, and jeno let out another half-laugh, coaxing you through your orgasm like he always did.

by the time jeno had slipped his fingers out of your panties and to your lips, your mind was just hazy enough to suck them in front of the two. jaemin shifted in his seat for a moment before getting up altogether, mumbling some excuse about a bathroom before shuffling off. and donghyuck followed, but not before throwing a wink at jeno.

you were still gripping at his hand, and he pulled it from your grasp and moved to stand up. you whined, still lost in the pleasure of your orgasm. “where are you going.” you murmured, clinging to him and standing alongside him. his smirk returned as he tugged you after them, suppressing a laugh at the way your legs shook just slightly.

“were you really planning on leaving them hanging, princess?”

haechan, jaemin, and jeno railing the fuck out of you next time? who knows. will i have the mental capacity to write a part two? maybe.

anyway thanks for reading, y’all are really just the sweetest and make writing 10 times better. i hope you enjoyed it!!

p.s. i cant add a read more rn, i’ll try editing one in a bit later<33

#jeno smut #lee jeno smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #not proofread #part 1??

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ilyuu-archive · 1 year ago

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stinging waterfalls.

ft. alhaitham, bennett, ganyu, kaveh, kazuha, scaramouche & xiao.

tags : hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationships, very self-indulgent, crying, they’re all so soft your honor, ooc mayhaps, no proofread, bits of angst (kaveh, xiao), lmk if i missed anything else!

a/n : teehee i’m not doing so well :D

alhaitham.

the moment he sees you, the book in his hand snaps to a crisp close. the couch and cushions underneath him crinkle as alhaitham stands, and it takes but a few strides for him to make his way over to you - his arm stretched out, and when it just barely grazes your hair, you fell into his arms on your own volition. he stiffens, albeit a bit used to your touch, and softens for your sake when he feels your body shivers along his.

he doesn’t ask why; there’s little to no meaning to try to ask for something that’ll in no way benefit either person, especially you. the silence, along with the gentle crackle of a candle nearby, your stuttered sobs, and the faint rustling of your clothes as his hand rubs your back in smooth, small motions, is enough for you.

more than enough with him near. you take in a breath and find yourself breathing in his scent - heavy on cedar, mint, parchments and so. it’s his scent; it’s comfortable, familiar. it’s nice.

bennett.

a look of panic is one and the only look you’re able to pinpoint on him through your eyes, albeit misty, burning like fire alike. bennett stumbles on his own feet trying to reach to you, and holds your cheeks in the palm of his hands almost a bit too harshly, to which he profusely spews apologies as if there’s no tomorrow, as if the sun will never wake up.

it might as well never, not with the way that you tightly hold onto the back of his hands with yours, nails biting into his skin. he doesn’t even mind the ache, another numb jolt of pain that he’s accustomed to, and more so for you. he himself almost seems to be biting back his own tears.

he tries to wipe away yours with the pad of his thumbs, drifting over the edges of your eyes as his hands cups your face. you try to wear a smile for his skin, and it’s half apologetic, half grateful, and he finds himself mirroring the same look - quiet chuckles is shared between the space you two share.

ganyu.

she’s hesitating, her hands hovering over you, every part of you, not sure what to do, say - ganyu doesn’t want to make you as fragile as you already are. she feels your whimpers wrack along your body, trembling; it’ll take a bit until you can calm down.

her hand softly rested on the side of your head, slowly, tentatively, and guided you to rest on her shoulder. her other hand held one of yours, fingers locked and tight, although trembling - neither of you two knows where it starts or ends. the cold draft of air that came from her hands, both on yours and atop of your head, cooled you from the uncomfortable heat overwhelming your chest.

you turned your head slightly into hers, nestled in the nook of her neck, and although she finds herself a bit flustered, now acknowledging how close you two are, it’s more than something she’ll do for you if it means bringing any means of comfort to you. even as small as it is.

kaveh.

there’s little to no air your chest, your lungs. not with the way kaveh holds onto you, arms locked around your waist, space nonexistent between the two of you as you can feel his heartbeat as much as hear your own chiming on and on in your ears.

you can feel locks of his sun-kissed hair graze along your skin, and it brings in some sort of warmth to you, the nice kind, as you try and smoothen the shiver in your breath, trembling every time you try and take one in and let it go. his hands clutched onto your back, and it’s since then that you start to feel him quivering as well.

his body caves into you, taking in all of you that he can and he still feels as though that’s enough. you can hear his thoughts, you can hear them as your own wishing to take your fears, thoughts, worries as his own, although he has enough for him in life in and of itself.

and so, you pecked the corner of his eye - salt is all you taste, the bitterness of his feelings coalesced with his tears. you feel him subtly jolt, a shiver slithering through his spine. he leans off of you, and seeing the slight light in your eyes, the wet chuckle that pushes itself out of your lips only wants him to settle a kiss of his own to reach of the corners of your eyes.

kazuha.

he doesn’t let you lift even a finger as kazuha wipes away your tears, leaving the tips of his fingers a bit moist, as he sits up at the edge of the bed to try and make you a cup of tea, to try and settle you back in a stage of tranquility and familiarity.

tenderly resting you against the sheets of the bed once more, he takes your hand in his, yours clasped together in an attempt to try and calm yourself, and intertwines them. there is every bit of airy softness to it, skin against skin, and with how cool his is, coaxes you into a simpler stage of mind.

“please,” he presses his lips against your fingers, each and every one of them doted with a bit more affection than the last. “your feelings… are valid. no one, not even yourself, is able to say otherwise.”

“it is alright to feel this way, [name]. it is alright to feel as if the world is ending, to feel that there is nothing left for you to do… as long as you are with someone you understand, and i shall keep that spot occupied for whenever you want me to.”

scaramouche.

his hands covered your eyes, and a world of darkness, an dim illusion, is all you see for a few minutes. your hands rested atop of his, fingers trying to pry them off of you - he simply doesn’t budge. scara settles his head atop of yours, just close enough that he can feel how you’re quivering against him, a jolt here and there, a hiccup, and with each second, he caves in further around you.

a force a bit too brittle to be one to reckon with loosened, and he feels you rest your head on his shoulder as you lean a bit back. a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding was let loose from how much you melted into him… vulnerable, fragile in every way, as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

there’s nothing much he can do for you other than act as a presence, and, once in a while, whisper quiet reassurances into the shell of your ear, echoing out the very things he’s always, through thick and thin, kept close to his heart and true.

xiao.

dripping fear is all he feels as his fingers twitches, not an inch near you - to touch you, to tend to you, to somehow make you feel better. xiao ends up combing your hair, awkward, small strokes, and yet, he sees you subtly melting into his touch here and there as he brushes your scalp.

you can barely catch a breath of air, shallow takes of breath choking you, tight in your throat, before he placed a small peck on your temple. you froze. he did it again, only at your other temple. tepidness seeps its way into your skin, and makes the world around the two of you feel… lighter, airy.

“…you’re alright,” he murmurs, and his words don’t seem to carry its usual weight to it. “i am right here, [name]. whenever you are in need of me, speak my name. do not hesitate.”

“…at the very least, whenever it concerns matters as this. i’d… prefer… to be there. for you.”

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prettyboykatsuki · 11 months ago

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prompt: gale trying really hard not to look as you unashamedly undress in the open in order to strap into some totally cool and immediately necessary armor (there's no time to go back to camp or find a suitably sized tree you need to switch clothes immediately it's a matter of life or death)

✮ tags ; pre-relationship, reader is a fighter and ex-soldier, reader has a tattoo of a snake, gn!reader, gale is Unwell, 18+

There's no time.

Gale knows there's no time. You'd already had the whole strategy planned out. There's a five minute time frame before the guards outside the tower will turn far enough to see Astarion - who you've sent in ahead of you both.

He'll shoot off the first arrow, Shadowheart who went with him will cast a spell. After that, it's up to you and Gale to rush in. Gale will cast haste, let you hit a few times in a row. The only problem is, your ambush is unplanned. The timeline of your mission had bumped up an egregious degree.

And due to unforseen circumstances, there wasn't enough time to return to camp to change. You had five minutes to change and no where to do it, and you're about to be in the heat of battle.

Gale is well-aware that his reaction to your need to change is a little bit inappropriate. You hadn't even announced it as Astarion and Shadowheart left the premises. Gale only turned to look at you, to say something about the battle to come.

By that time, though - you're already stark naked. You undress fast, tossing your camp clothes somewhere onto the floor beneath you. Gale feels his eyes widen, freezing before realizing he absolutely should not be looking.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize," He turns to face away from you, his voice so honestly betraying him.

"It's fine," You reply back, your voice is smooth and calm and so collected Gale wonders if you really don't care. But he remembers that you used to be a soldier, before all of this. You probably did this a lot. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable though."

Well, he is - but probably not in the way you're assume. You're too busy getting yourself geared up to notice the way he turns back to look. His curiosity gets the better of him.

His eyes widen when he gets the real, proper glance. He's trying his best not to stare, but with you just in your underwear - he gets the clearest shot of your back. Your camp clothes cover the large tattoo on your spine. Your only visible one is the one on your throat, the sword from your army days.

This one is more menacing, a snake coiled almost up to your neck. He almost gaps before realize he shouldn't be looking in the first place, shouldn't be contemplating the sheer strength in your muscles as you hoist a pair of greaves over your legs and put on your boots and other armor.

He watches in mild awe, at the shape of your silhouette. The curve of your waist, the structure of your arms and hips and body. You are impossibly attractive. The image imprints on his mind. He can't control it, but he forces himself to turn away when he realizes how long he'd been looking.

Any longer and he would've had a different problem to take care of and now is really not the time for that.

You manage to get ready with time to spare, the last of your armor clanking into place. You stretch your arms out wide, doing a quick check on your movement before coming up behind Gale and patting his back in a friendly way.

"Alright. Let's march on," You say cleanly. Gale gives you a tight lipped smile as you both begin to jog towards the battlefield. The way there is mostly quiet.

"Gale," You prompt, not turning to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Next time you want to have a look at me, just ask." You say, with the same steadiness in your voice as always. Gale nearly trips when it registers what you've said. "You've got handsome enough mug for me to bed you if you wish."

He clears his throat, hoping his voice doesn't break when he replies. Gods, what's happening?

"Oh, uhm. Right. Yes, I'll keep that in mind."

#return to sender #strei this prompt made me shake like a wild dog #gale x reader #bg3 x reader #gale wanting to smash hot and strong fighter my beloved #im(prompt)u game #writing tag

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katsukikitten · 9 months ago

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Being a brat doesn't always pay off and especially not when it earns the ire of your cruel boss.

Warnings: Masturbation, slapping (cunt and cheek), choking.

"Come. Sit." He commands gesturing to his bed and you hesitate for a moment.

Normally if he pulled you into his room suddenly, away from all the other raiders, it meant you were in trouble.

Big trouble.

Each and every time you took it too far, were too much of a brat, he'd grab you by your chin or jaw. Growl his displeasure into your ear before biting out a deadly, "Behave."

Same as he did moments before his hand was at your ribs, pressing you tightly to him as he left the room of his underlings without so much as a dismissal.

Bringing you calmly, steadily, back to his room.

His dark eyes flicker back up to you and when you don't move he runs a broad palm through his stormy toned hair.

"Undress."

"W-wait. I-" You stammer, making your way to the bed to sit now but his tone makes you freeze.

"Undress." Even more deadly than before, coming closer to crowd your space, tilting your chin up to look at him, "You didn't want to behave before so you will now. Undress."

Reluctantly you grab at the hem of your shirt, fisting the fabric and he moves just enough to give you space. You pull it up and over your head revealing a lacy bra before your fingers hook into the waist band of your shorts, pushing them down to your ankles before you step out to reveal a matching pair of underwear.

He says nothing, holds out his hand and you gently touch your fingers to his, twirling you so that he can see every inch of you before he lets go. Before he sits in the chair that faces the bed, not even bothering to remove his jinki.

"Go on." Slowly you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, full cups falling away from your supple tits, desperately holding the fabric to shield you as long as you can without him losing patience. Finally letting the straps fall down your arms to your wrists and before you can discard it to the floor his hand is out again.

Gently you press the lace into his rough hand while he holds eye contact with you. You think that is more uncomfortable, that he can hold your gaze with such a hungry look in his eyes without letting them fall to your bare chest. Claws hooking into your underwear and pushing them down slowly, pressing them into his expecting hand taking a step back.

He tells you what he wants with his deadly look, following his eyes to the bed before you sit on the edge of it.

"Lie down."

"Zo, please."

"Lie. Down."

You obey, scooting back so that you could lie down comfortably on top of his thread bare comforter. He gives you a moment to adjust, waits for you to do the next step that you know comes with this punishment and when you don't he leans forward. Large palms on your knees as he forces your legs apart roughly so he can see your pretty cunt. Leaning back when you keep your legs open for him before he rests his chin on his hand, bored gaze sliding into your sensitive skin.

"Touch yourself."

"Zo-"

"If you make me repeat myself one more time, Princess, this punishment is going to be so much worse."

Pouting furiously as you look at him, frustrated tears already coming to your eyes as your right hand travels down your body, fingers gliding through your glistening folds and already your arousal can be heard.

Sticky and wet, embarrassing that when he tolls out punishments to the other vandals his voice soaks your panties, how even now as he commands you your cunt drools for him like pavlov's dogs.

Spreading yourself open, following down your fluttering cunt back up to your sensitive bud a few times before you begin to tease yourself. Slow rough circles trying to imagine they were his fingers instead.

You hated pleasing yourself, it felt good and you always came so, so quickly and hard but it never felt like you were satisfied. Your fingers are not long enough, not thick enough, to stretch and explore your tight cunt. Pawing at your breast is not nearly rough enough, good enough to get you there but still you desperately try to imitate.

"Faster." Monotone as if unamused as his slow blinking eyes watch your fingers speed up, watch your cunt clench around nothing and hear that pretty voice cry out.

You're close, he can tell, he's watched you cum hundreds of times by now and he's become an expert at reading your tell tale signs.

The coil in your stomach tightens, threatens to snap, legs falling slack and opening wider as your hips buck into your hand.

"Stop." Your hand moves from your pulsing cunt with a cry, grabbing handfuls of your inner thigh as you whine. It's an uncomfortable ache deep within you as you pant.

"Continue. Same pace." Quickly and roughly, pathetically rubbing over your clit, loud moans and the sound of your pretty pussy echoing back to you. Thighs shaking as you arch your back, close you're so close. "Stop."

You just barely pull your hand away in time, still edging yourself but thankfully not ruining your orgasm. He doesn't even give you a moment to rest.

"Again." Slow blinking, head still resting on his hand, "Stop."

A garbled moan leaves your throat, ignoring his command as you plead with him.

"I can't. Zo, I-I-I can't." Hand having a mind of its own as you chase your high greedily, uncaring of the consequences until your small wrist is pulled away from your cunt roughly. Slamming your head back with a desperate whine while tears fall down your cheeks.

"You are a bad listener aren't you Princess." His voice is even but his eyes, god damn his dark eyes cut into you with a fury. He slaps your cunt harshly and you yelp.

"No, no Zo, I'm a good listener."

"Are you lying?" Another stinging slap to your pussy that makes your eyes roll, "Let's see how well you can actually listen."

He shoves two thick digits into your velvet heat, clenching around him pathetically and when he angles his fingers just right you dig your heels into the old mattress to keep from bucking into his palm wildly.

He leans over you, lips to your ear and his scent engulfs you. Well worn leather, warm sun, and a hint of musk that makes you squirm.

"Don't cum until I say so, nod if you understand Princess."

You nod quickly and almost miss the press of his lips to the skin behind your ear before he pulls away. Free hand grabbing at your throat roughly, starving your brain of oxygen before he sets a brutal pace with his soaked digits.

He doesn't smile or smirk, not even a tilt to his lips as he hovers over you fully clothed. Hardly seems fazed by your moans or the squelching of your pretty, tight cunt. How your arousal soaks his palm and stains his sheets, how he purposely misses that spongy spot inside you only to press firmly when does aim for it. Dead gaze as he watches you fist the sheets, clawing desperately to both be closer and further away from him at the same time. Making you take shallow, shaky breaths from how he controls your air flow, tears of embarrassment in your eyes that you're so desperate to cum, so desperate for him and he acts as if this was nothing.

"Why are you crying?" It's rhetorical and it's not as if he lets up on his grip on your throat so you can answer, "You seem to really like this."

He makes emphasis of it, shoving aiming to hit that spot within you over and over. Seeing stars as the coil starts to snap, your body starting to shake before your hands move from the sheets to cling to his forearm within reach.

"Please. Please please please please. Zodel, sir please I'll be good." Clawing at his arm desperately, drawing blood in your frenzy.

"Now you address me as sir? Now you want to behave?" He hums, tone making your cunt clench around him, making you moan and when you're about to cum he lets go of your throat.

A resounding clap is heard before you can register the sting on your cheek, looking up at him with big sad eyes, it does little to make your pleasure subside.

"Don't you dare cum." He growls, you nod that you understand, gently tapping your stinging cheek with his fingers in silent praise.

He keeps his deadly pace, bringing his thumb to brush over your sensitive clit cruelly. Slowly applying more and more pleasure while his free hand cradles your jaw. Watching you struggle to focus as your eyes flutter from how good he's making you feel, fucking his fingers into you with such delicious force he's making the bed shake.

"Do you want to cum Princess?" You nod roughly at his question.

"I do. I do."

"Are you going to keep being a brat?" You shake your head no furiously, his thumb increases pressure and speed on your clit while you choke out a cry. His hand smooths over your jaw and down your throat to cup it gently, squeezing tighter and tighter the closer you get, "Are you lying?"

You shake your head no again but he chuckles darkly in response, he knows the real answer to those questions.

"Look me in my eyes." Blinking furiously as you force yourself to focus on his sharp dark eyes, your cunt clenches around him. You feel hot, so so hot, stomach and thighs burning from how you tense them.

"Good girl. Now cum for me."

His praise is enough to send you over the edge, legs snapping shut around him as he fucks you through your high. Head falling back into the pillows and your muffled moan is further swallowed up when he finally reaches down to kiss you. Tongue sliding over yours while your cunt milks his thick fingers desperately. He slows his pace but still takes the time to overstimulate you just a bit without riling you up into another mind numbing orgasm.

He lies down beside you and before he can even remove his fingers you're hiding your face in his chest. He wipes your sticky arousal on his sheets before he pulls you closer, covers you with his oversized duster jacket and presses a feather light kiss to your forehead.

Fisting his shirt as you tremble, trying to bite back a choked sob. He runs his hand along your back and it only encourages more tears. Brought too high only to fall back to the Abyss crashing and burning. It didn't help that you thought he got nothing from this other than the sadistic pleasure of watching you, a feral temperamental thing, melt in his hands with little to no effort.

"Did you touch the Heavens?" His low comforting purr comes at your ear.

"I always touch the Heavens when I'm with you." It comes out soft and barely audible past your sharp intakes of breath.

"Sneaking past the Watchman the first time but not the second, hmm?" He coos softly, acknowledging that you were dropping hard and fast. He wasn't very good at emotions, sure as hell not comfort. He couldn't remember the last time he felt his own heart beat before he met you.

You're about to express exactly why you're upset, that you don't think he's really all that into you. How he can play with you or experiment on you like anyone else until he pulls you closer, until he hooks his leg on yours and you can feel his hardness of his thick cock pressing into the softness of your thigh.

"So you do like me?" You pull away just enough to look him in his eyes and he searches yours before he realizes what you mean. Playfully grinds himself on your softness before he's pulling you back to him. Lips at your ear as his voice turns darker.

"If I didn't like that you were an ornery, disobetiant brat, I would have fed you to the trash beast a long time ago, Princess."

Anyone else would have taken that as a deadly threat, as a reminder that Zodel should not be crossed and yet you don't. You take it for what it is because you seem to be the only one who understands him. Wrapping your arms around him, burring your face into his throat as you hum cutely, unknowingly make his chest squeeze tightly.

Because you don't take it as an idle threat, you take it for what it is.

A confession.

#zodel x reader #zodel typhon x reader #gachiakuta x reader #zodyl x reader

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