#let tom embrace his baby girl

[thollandneedy]

Late night notification-Tom Holland

A/n: "If the neighbors call the cops, call the sheriff, call the swat we don't stop" Gorilla- Bruno mars

Warnings: Swearing, smut

Summary: Tom and Y/n get loud after 6 months away

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“ Right there!” Y/n exclaims, holding tightly onto the messy curls of her boyfriend Thomas, who was between her legs sucking on the entrance to her wet pussy.

Thomas had spent more than six months recording a new movie, and after less than a day back, all the promises made during sex calls had to be kept. Lunch, dinner and breakfast no longer made any difference, since the only hunger they had was for each other. The bed had been creaking against the floor and banging against the wall next to Y/n's apartment since three in the afternoon, when Holland had arrived in Kingston upon Thames. 

“You like that, huh?” The brunette said against her, causing vibrations in her sensitive spot, making her moan more.

The brunette's defined back seemed to arch every time he heard her moan, causing his exposed cock to twitch around her like a magic wand that only she knew how to control. Her two hands were positioned at the end of his hips, while the rest of her body was kneeling on the edge of the bed. His mouth was already wet, and he knew that in a moment Y/n was going to get him as hard as he was if he didn't stop. 

“Tommy, fuck.” The girl moaned once more, now clutching the pillow that supported her head.

“Fuck, Y/n” he moans, taking his mouth off her entrance, and pulling her by the neck into a kiss of mixed sensations and tastes. “Fuck, baby. Let me feel you, I beg you.” The brunette asked, his breathing ragged.

Without a direct answer, his girlfriend positions herself on his lap, waiting for silent permission from him, who only puts brief pressure on her hips, as if he's asking to be used. 

“Ugh, yes!” Y/n moans, feeling Holland's exposed cock enter her, expanding her smooth walls.

“Y/n.” Thomas moans again, hoarsely. “That's it, baby. Sit on me the way only you know how.” His abdomen contracts, groaning again at the image of Y/n sliding against his member.

Y/n grabs her boyfriend, putting his face between her breasts, which are sucked without warning. A satisfied moan comes out of the woman's mouth, receiving another moan from her boyfriend as he realizes that their bodies are completely glued together in a sensual embrace, while her thighs and hips work against him.

The sound of the door slamming made them both stop their actions, looking at each other. Y/n slowly got up from her boyfriend's lap, who also carefully moved away to get her off of him. The silence in the room, after several hours of sound, became heavy again, even if it wasn't sexual. Holland looks at the girl with frightened and curious eyes, picking up the robe that was lying on the chair at the woman's desk.

“Wasn't it the neighbor's door?” Y/n whispers, still sitting on the bed static from the loud noise, beginning to feel that her breathing has become heavy.

Silence

“Apparently it wasn't ours.” The Brit touches the bottom of his robe to put it back on the chair, and then there's another knock on the door. “Son of a bitch” The brunette grumbles, quickly putting on his white robe, while Y/n looks for his clothes on the messy floor.

“Coming!” The woman shouts, almost tripping over herself as she misses the hole in her pajama shorts.

With hurried steps, Holland and Y/n leave the room, heading for the apartment door. The girl looks at her boyfriend one last time, and then he takes charge of the situation, asking her to let him answer the door. The brunette walks in front of the woman in his pajamas, and then leans in front of the door so that he can see who is knocking. Through the beam, it was possible to see the apartment manager standing next to a policeman. The brunette put both hands to his face, showing displeasure at the situation and concern.

“What's wrong?” Y/n asks curiously, tilting her head to the side.

“He's with a policeman.” Holland concluded, knotting his robe once more so that there was no danger of anything coming out at the wrong time. 

“Who?” Y/n asks startled, and then the door is opened by Thomas, without her even asking.

 “Sid! Good to see you!” The girl crosses her arms as she looks at the older man in the circular glasses and tropical print blouse, who expresses weariness in his heavy, droopy eyes.

“You and your boyfriend have been making noises in my building since three in the afternoon, and I don't know if you've noticed, but it's already eleven at night.” The landlord says, causing a laugh to be pressed against Holland's lips, which is rebuked with a threatening look from his girlfriend.

“Sorry,” the actor says voicelessly, quickly syllabifying with his mouth. ”We weren't notified that we were disturbing you.” Thomas says, and then the policeman responds even before the owner, stepping forward.

“Your girlfriend was notified by e-mail four times today.” The tall man in the uniform crosses his arms.

The couple exchange a desperate but incredulous look at the situation. Y/n holds up one of her fingers, so that both men wait for her to make her next move. The woman picks up the cell phone that was already in her hands, accessing her email inbox and realizing that she had indeed been notified, just as the policeman in front of her had commented. Slowly exiting the e-mail screen, the girl gives a forced smile as an embarrassed response, while her boyfriend begins to turn red with embarrassment at the situation.

“It's a local rule, no loud noises after 10pm. I don't want to have any trouble with you again, Y/n. We've been through this before.” Sid says in a tired voice.

“Again?” Holland moves closer to his girlfriend's ear, trying to remember when, out of the countless times of noisy sex, she had commented on such a reprimand from the apartment manager.

“You won't, I promise.” The girl leaned on the door, wanting to get out of there.

“Good, we're sorted then.” The policeman says, nodding and then looking at the landlord, who shrugs his shoulders and walks away down the long corridor. 

The door closes abruptly, and Y/n leans on it, recapitulating everything that has happened in the last few seconds. Holland, nervous and not sure how to react, starts laughing out loud, putting his hand on his chest to calm his nerves.

“I don't believe it” The brunette laughs out loud again. “Who the fuck would notify us?” 

“It must be that old woman from 87. She's a fucking prat because she hasn't had sex for ages” Y/n comments, moving his back away from the door and walking back towards the bedroom.

“Baby, that's mean... I like that.” The brunette comments with a sensual tone, taking his girlfriend by the arm and gently bringing her close to him.

“You want me to be mean?” Y/n smiles mischievously, touching her boyfriend's exposed chest.

“Please be. I'd pay a fine for loud music after 10, a hundred times if necessary, to have the privilege of seeing you scream my name.”

[tkaulitzlvr]

hii! this request is based off of ur last one but can u pls do one where reader and tom are at a club or whatever and yn is the one getting rlly drunk and tom has to look after her 😭

love ur stuff btw baby, ur an awesome writer

TAKE CARE OF YOU - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after you get a little more drunk than expected, it’s up to tom to take care of you - but you aren’t making it easy for him.

content: fluff

a/n: thankyou so much, i hope you like it!!

“baby, don’t you think you’ve had enough of that?” tom asks, reaching over and attempting to take the drink out of my hands. i quickly move away, shaking my head and putting the straw to my lips, the taste burning my throat as i swallow the liquid, the feeling only fuelling my excitement, a low buzz swelling my insides as all i want to do is smile.

the music pulses through my eardrums, lights flashing around the club as people messily dance to the beat whilst tom and i watch from a sofa tucked away in the corner, his arm loosely wrapped around my shoulder, his thumb stroking the bare skin, the spaghetti straps of my small black dress providing next to no coverage. our friends were somewhere within the crowd, tom not feeling like joining in, which meant that, much to my annoyance, i was stuck with him. he refused to leave my side the whole night, his protectiveness only increasing once i started to get a little tipsy.

i was now far beyond the point of being just a little bit hazy - i couldn’t even count how many drinks i’d had anymore, the alcohol pumping through my system the only thing on my mind, not considering tom’s growing worry as i become even more wasted.

“pleaseeee can we go dance?” i beg, looking upwards at him and trying my best to convince him, planting a small kiss on his neck as he sighs, looking downwards at me, shaking his head slowly.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea, you’ve had way too much to drink schatz. i’m only trying to look out for you.” he replies gently, placing a small kiss on my forehead and tightening his hold on me. my shaky hand reaches for the tray of shots in the middle of the table, grabbing whichever one was closest to me, not caring what was in it - i just wanted it in my system.

“love…” tom starts, trying to stop me from taking it, leaning forward and placing both his hands on my shoulders.

i move away from his touch, downing the liquid and feeling it run down my throat before he can stop me, shivering slightly at it’s bitter taste. “stop treating me…like a fucking kid tom. let me have a drink and just, loosen up a little for fucks sake.” i slur, my words harsh as i roll my eyes and turn to him, his face slightly hurt, lips parted.

“i’m just trying to take care of you liebe, stop fighting with me.” he replies calmly, attempting to pull me back into his embrace, leaning backwards into the sofa.

“i’m going to dance.” i mumble, standing up as my body sways slightly, showing how wasted i really am. not giving tom any time to try stop me, i quickly walk towards the dance floor, though i hear him calling my name, the music soon drowning out his voice once i near the crowd of drunken bodies, beginning to sway my hips to the music. a grin takes over my expression, my arms swaying freely in the air, the alcohol controlling my every move. my head throbs, my body becoming sweaty, yet i tune it out, focusing only on the music, until i feel two strong arms wrap their way around my waist, their hold slightly foreign.

i turn around, expecting to see tom, but the deep blue eyes that are staring into mine take me aback, my hands roughly trying to pull his grip off of my waist with little success, the alcohol taking away the small strength that i had.

“get the fuck off of me! are you crazy?” i say, trying to sound as sober as i can, but my words are almost incoherent, the guy chuckling at my struggles.

“don’t be like that. what’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone, hm?” he asks, his hold on me only tightening as i begin to feel like a complete idiot for not listening to tom. if i had just stayed with him and appreciated his efforts to keep me safe, then i wouldn’t be in this situation.

“i have a boyfriend fuck off-” i begin, but my voice is soon cut off by the guy being roughly pulled away from me, all too familiar black braids soon coming into my view.

“you ever touch my girlfriend again and i swear to fucking god i will kill you.” tom threatens, holding the guy’s shirt until he scoffs, letting him go and watching him walk away.

tom’s attention soon turns to me, pulling me closer to him, holding my shoulders whilst he frantically checks my body, looking for any signs that the guy had hurt me. his eyes are glassy, lips parted as ragged breaths escape from them, his hold on me strong, yet he makes sure to not hurt me, attempting to study my expression. all that is clear to see is that i am wasted, my eyes empty, not even completely processing what has just happened, my mind only longing to carry on dancing.

“are you okay baby? did he hurt you?” he asks, sighing in relief when i shake my head, quickly pulling my body into his, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and refusing to let go.

“i’m fine tom, i promise.” i say, genuinely telling the truth.

“we’re leaving now. and don’t try fight me on it, okay?” he asserts, taking my hand in his and leading me out of the bar, my walking all over the place as the alcohol is still strong in my system.

despite what had just happened, i long to be back in there, tugging tom’s arm slightly, causing him to stop and turn around, waiting for me to speak.

“can we stay? just a little longer, please tom?” i plead, pulling him towards me slightly before he reaches the doors. his eyebrows furrow, confused at my question as if i had asked something completely crazy, because to him, i had.

“really? you want to stay, even after all that? you really are absolutely shitfaced.” he replied, lacing his fingers in mine once again. “we’re going home, it’s not safe for you to be here, not when you’re this drunk.”

“you’re so boring tom.” i mumble, having no choice but to leave with him, my body too weak to put up a fight, knowing that he would win and be able to carry me out of the club, which was an option too embarrassing for me to consider, even in this state.

“if wanting to keep my girlfriend safe makes me boring then fine, whatever baby.” tom sighs, opening the doors as the cold immediately hits me, the night bringing on a chilling breeze as the dress i am wearing gives me practically no warmth. i let go of tom’s hand, trying to warm myself up by wrapping my arms around my frame. tom picks up on this, taking off his oversized black jacket and slowly placing it on me, threading my arms through the material and holding my hand once again.

“better?” he asks.

i nod my head, not bothering to think of a quick remark, the throbbing in my head only increasing as the high i was on begins to wear off, leaving a nauseous feeling to spread in the bit of my stomach.

he guides me to his car, opening the door for me and gently placing me in the seat, reaching for the seatbelt and stretching it around my tired frame.

“you okay?” he asks, his hand resting on the end of my seat to hold himself up as his upper body hovers over me from putting my seatbelt on, his brown eyes looking into mine. i nod my head, and he smiles, pecking my lips slowly before bending down to climb out of the car, walking over to the drivers side and hopping in. his hand rests on my thigh, his thumb comfortingly grazing over the soft skin, his other on the wheel as he pulls out, driving home through the empty streets, the early hours of the morning dawning over us.

my eyes falling shut, on the brink of falling asleep, i feel a strong grip lift me from the car, tom using his hands to wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me inside. he slips my heels off whilst still holding me, my head resting on his shoulder. he takes his own shoes off, placing his keys on the table and walking us upstairs.

“tom?” i say, my words muffled into his t-shirt, his jacket still draped over me.

“hm?” he says, moving one of his hands to rub my back.

“i don’t feel too good.” i admit, feeling the urge to throw up as he gets the hint, carrying me into the bathroom and switching the light on. he quickly sets me down as i hunch over the toilet, finally releasing the alcohol from my system. he holds my hair in his hand in a makeshift ponytail, using the other hand to comfortingly rub my back.

“you’re okay, i’m here.” he whispers, bent down beside me as i practically throw my guts up, regret quickly taking over as i wish that i hadn’t drank as much as i did.

i lift my head upwards, feeling completely sober now, tom looking at me sympathetically. he opens his arms for me as i fall into them, wrapping my arms around his torso.

“i’m sorry.” i mumble into him.

“why are you sorry baby?” he asks, running his hands through my hair, brushing out the knots the best he can.

“you’ve had to take care of me the whole night and now i’ve just thrown up and it’s all my fault!” i complain, my eyes welling up as i find myself becoming strangely emotional.

“don’t be sorry my love, that’s what i’m here for.” he begins, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. “now let’s get you ready for bed, yeah? you must be exhausted.”

i nod my head as he pulls me upwards, walking me into our bedroom. i fall into bed, completely drained, not caring that my makeup is still on, or that i’m still in my dress. tom however, does, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently lifting me upwards.

“not yet, come on let’s get this off.” he says, pointing to my dress.

“you do it.” i mutter, too tired to even form complete sentence.

he nods, turning me around so that my back is facing him. his hand reaches for the zipper, pulling it downwards slowly, moving the straps off of my shoulders and getting up, grabbing one of his t-shirts and some fresh underwear for me. he pulls the dress off me and folds it neatly, putting it to the side.

“lift up.” he says, and i obey, allowing him to put his t-shirt on me. the material hangs from my frame, reaching my knees. he passes me my panties, and i put them on lethargically, my body almost passing out in exhaustion. tom gets up, saying nothing and walking to the bathroom, coming back with some makeup wipes.

“you go to sleep baby, i’ll do the rest.” he softly says as i fall backwards into the sheets, feeling him gently wipe the makeup from my face, making sure that he gets everything off, taking extra care to not apply too much pressure and hurt me. he puts the used makeup wipes in the trash, my body on the verge of falling asleep. he takes his clothes off, climbing into bed in his boxers and pulling me closer to him.

“thank you for taking care of me. i love you.” i whisper, my eyes still closed.

“i’ll always be here to look after you. even when you don’t want me to be.” he chuckles, kissing my forehead.

i smile, snuggling closer to him as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“goodnight schatz. i love you.” he says, his voice the last thing i hear before i fall asleep.

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[kqulitz]

gentle touches

tom kaulitz x reader

summary: you teach tom to be more intimate.

tags: established relationship, newer relationships, fluff, cuddles, kisses, soft! tom, some deep conversation topics, first ily’s, emotional angst with comfort :)

lowercase intended :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the feeling of the bed dipping under your boyfriend’s weight makes you stir. you hum lazily, tossing an arm over tom’s body. your boyfriend kisses your lips, it’s firm yet tender. “i didn’t mean to wake you.” tom mumbles, hands slipping under your shirt to rest against your back. “s’okay.” you reply, resting your head against his chest. tom’s thumb rubs soothing circles over your skin as his other hand trails up and down- fingertips teasing your most sensitive spots.

you gather what he’s hinting at, yet don’t act on it as you cuddle up to him instead. tom, thinking you’re falling asleep, leans down, gently kissing and nibbling upon your neck. “tom-“ you mumble, feeling his lips press firmer against your skin. “tom, let’s just cuddle, okay?” you mutter softly. your boyfriend pulls away, furrowing his brows. “is everything alright?” he asks, watching you nod. “i’m just tired, tom. we can do it later.” you reply, hand moving up to gently rest upon his cheek, thumb stroking his cheekbone. tom nods, albeit hesitantly.

you knew tom was feeling a bit insecure in your new relationship. he was used to week-length hookups and quick fucks, you understood that; yet he was trying his hardest to make your weekly ‘relationship’ turn into a deeper one. “you don’t have to try and impress me, tom.” you tell him, yawning a little. “i don’t know what you’re talking about…” he mutters. “you’re trying to impress me with sex, right?” you reply, smiling kindly. “no- of course not…” he mutters, staring at you in the dark lighting. “tommy, it’s okay to admit it.” you coo, lips brushing against his. tom takes a soft breath, letting silence marinate your words for a moment. “okay- yeah… i just- im nervous.” he finally admits. you smile at the fact he was finally opening up after four weeks of dating.

“i’m scared i’m gonna fuck it up- i know sex, i can do it, i can make a girl cum… but the more intimate shit… i don’t know.” tom sighs a little, you hum- kissing his lips more firmly. “it’s okay to feel scared. you’re doing amazing, baby. everything you do is perfect.” you respond, he kisses you again. “i know- i just really don’t wanna mess this up.” he mumbles, hugging you tightly. “you’re not gonna mess this up. i trust you, and i know that this is hard- that this is going to take time. i’m willing to wait for you tom.” you reply, hand running down his jaw, neck and all the way down his arm until you tangled your fingers with his. tom hesitates for a second, but eventually mutters a soft request. it’s so quiet you didn’t quite hear it. “what was that?” you ask softly, watching tom fluster in the dark room, listening to him clear his throat anxiously. “could you show me..? like, how you want to be held- how you like to be touched?”

you smile brightly, kissing tom sweetly. “of course. just follow my lead, okay?” you mumble, pulling his arm more firmly around you. tom let’s you mould his body against yours, tangling your legs, his hands find places on your body naturally. you hum softly, hand rubbing tom’s side gently. tom slowly relaxes as minutes pass by, squeezing you a bit firmer as he buries his face into your hair. you smile, snuggling closer, fluttering kisses against his slightly exposed collarbone. “ich liebe dich.” (i love you.) tom tells you- you freeze, so does tom. he swallows, going to pull away. “i’m sorry- i shouldn’t of-“ you cut him off with a firm kiss, cradling his jaw with both hands. tom slowly calms down, returning to the embrace. you break away, pecking his lips a few more times. he can feel your smile every time you kiss him, it makes him smile too. “i love you too, tom.” you reply, hugging him tightly.

tom let’s himself relax, letting you use his arm as a pillow, your hands clinging to his shirt. slowly, he closes his eyes; relishing how good cuddling with you felt. “do you feel okay?” you ask softly, pushing one of your legs between his to shuffle closer. “mhmm.. i’m fine.” he mutters, not opening his eyes, even after you kiss him. “good. i don’t want you stressing yourself out, not over our relationship.” you reply, curling impossibly closer to your boyfriend. tom huffs out a gentle laugh, it fans against your face. “get some sleep, schönes mädchen.” (beautiful girl) tom whispers, his hands cradling you to his chest. “goodnight, tommy.” you yawn once more, letting yourself doze off. “goodnight, mein schatz.” (my treasure) he responds, knowing full well he’d stay awake for a while after you fully fell asleep to relish the feeling of holding you for a little longer.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

Parings → Dad! Tom Holland x Mum! Reader

Warnings → baby crying

Summary → Your baby girl is learning to stand up on her own, but also it means a bit of danger.

As you sit at your desk, finishing up some last-minute work, you can't help but wonder how Tom is handling things at home. Amara’s been extra curious lately, always pulling herself up on anything she can find. Your phone buzzes with a message from Tom: “All good here, just a little chaos as usual 😉”, and you smile, imagining the adorable mess that’s probably happening.

Back at home, Tom is in the kitchen, quickly finishing up his meal prep, when he hears the soft grunts and squeals of Amara in the living room. He glances over and sees her determinedly pulling herself up using the bookshelf. “Look at you go, love,” he mumbles to himself, admiring her progress.

But then his stomach drops as he notices what her tiny fingers are reaching for—a large, fragile glass vase sitting at the edge of the shelf. It wobbles slightly as her hand grazes it, and Tom’s heart skips a beat. If it fell, it could hurt her badly.

“Amara, baby, don’t you dare,” Tom calls out in a firm, stern voice, moving toward her quickly.

Amara freezes, her tiny fingers hovering just inches from the vase. Her big, innocent eyes widen as she looks at her dad. His tone, firmer than usual, clearly startled her, and she drops down onto her bum with a soft thud.

The silence lasts for just a moment before her face crumples. Big tears roll down her cheeks, and she lets out a loud wail, her little chest heaving with sobs. Her pacifier falls from her mouth as she cries, her small body shaking with every breath.

Tom’s heart immediately aches, guilt washing over him. “Oh no, darling, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he rushes over, dropping to his knees beside her and scooping her into his arms. Her little hands reach for him, clinging tightly to his shirt as the sobs wrack through her.

He holds her close, rocking her gently. “Shh, it’s alright, love, you’re okay. Daddy just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Amara’s cries continue for a few moments, her little hiccups making Tom’s chest tighten. He strokes her back softly, pressing kisses to the top of her head. “I’m sorry, love, Daddy’s sorry. I just got scared. I didn’t mean to raise my voice.”

Gradually, her sobs turn into small sniffles, her face tucked against his chest as she calms down in his embrace. Tom lets out a sigh of relief, still gently rocking her.

“There you go, sweetheart, all better now,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to look at her tear-streaked face. “No more playing with things that can hurt you, okay? Daddy’s heart can’t handle it.”

Amara sniffles again, her fingers still gripping his shirt, and Tom lets out a soft chuckle. He picks up the fallen pacifier and pops it back into her mouth, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. “I love you so much, my brave little girl,” he murmurs.

As she settles down, leaning her head against his shoulder, Tom looks at the vase still perched on the shelf and makes a mental note to move anything fragile well out of her reach.

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[lllivia]

"I kinda knew you had a thing for me"

Shauna Shipman x f!reader

summary: Shauna comforts you after you and your boyfriend break up

Warnings: not proofread, slowburn, prb cringy and cliche

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"Shauna!" you call as you knock on her front door for what feels like the 100th time.

"Shauna are you home?"

Sighing you stand up on the tip of your toes to look through the window of her door and into the hallway for any sign of her, nothing.

With your red, puffy eyes you scan around for just one more second before giving up and sitting down on the stairs in front of your best friend's house, feeling too sad and exhausted to go home.

_

"Y/n?? What are you doing here? You said you were going to Tom's house today"

Shauna asks as she jogs up towards her yard, still clad in her well known yellowjackets uniform with a worried frown on her face as she sees you sitting with your knees drawn up towards your chest and the hood of your jacket pulled up over your hair.

"He broke up with me" was the quiet response she got in a low and broken voice as you look up from your lap. "I went over to his house earlier this morning and the only thing he said was that he didn't see our relationship going on any further and that he has found a girl that makes him happier than I ever have" you continue and sniffle as you try to hold in the inevitable crocodile tears.

"Oh sweetie" Shauna said and pulls you up, embracing you tightly into her arms and gently leading your head into the crook of her neck as you cry.

Despite just coming back from soccer practice she still managed to smell like her signature vanilla perfume comforted you.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, we've been together since 8th grade and I've practically surrounded all my life around him ever since then!" You squeeze her tightly and sob, finally letting all your emotions out after holding them in check since you left his house.

Shauna rubs your back and lets you cry into her shoulder for a couple of minutes before softly speaking up and turning your head to meet her eyes by taking a hold of your tearsoaked chin. "Y/n, baby?... How about we go to the diner down by the old bowling alley and get something to eat, maybe it'll make you feel better with some food in your system"

"Mm yeah.. yeah that sounds good" you sigh and step back, wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your jacket and directing a wavering smile up at Shauna.

"Let me just quickly take a shower and get changed first"

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You sit in silence the first half hour, slowly eating your food as you listen to the 80s music silently jamming in the background.

You're not even completely sure why you're feeling this way, you and Chris had been fading away from each other for months now, and you knew that it was only a matter of time until you finally broke up your stereotypical high school relationship.

Other than that you were also starting to feel like the romantic emotions you had for him hadn't even been sincere for a while, the only thing keeping you from leaving was the emptyness you would be left with after so many years with a boyfriend.

"...are you feeling any better yet y/n?" Shauna speaks up after a while, breaking the tense silence as she notices how your gaze had drifted off into space.

"Hm? Oh yeah, thanks Shauny, I really needed this" you say, smiling up at your friend and blushing slightly in embarrassment as you get back from your thoughts.

She nods pitifully. "Of course sweetie, I know how hard this must have been for you" She says and reaches over the table for your hand, running her thumb over the softness of your flesh. Her own thoughts running wild as she thinks of all the times she secretly wrote in her journal about how she wished for this to happen.

Your smile widens. "I'm really happy to have you in my life Shauna, you're the best friend anyone could ever wish for"

"Of course y/n, yk I would do anything for you, anything" She says still smiling sweetly as she tightens her grip on your hand almost possessively, not noticing herself do so.

All you can do at the gesture is look away, slightly flustered as you try to think nothing of it.. You didn't want to admit it, even to yourself, but the last couple of months while your feelings were fading for Tom, they were embarrassingly growing for Shauna, everything she does - every lingering touch she leaves on your arm or when you catch her staring in your direction before she turns away, saying you had something on your face, they all make you feel all tingly and warm inside, you knew that you'd somehow managed to obtain a crush on her, but that didn't mean she had to know, you weren't even sure she liked girls, and if she did then the first person she would go for was probably her teammate Jackie.

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"Fuuck, you know exactly how to get me in a better mood Shauny, I love this place above anything else!" you say, mouth still full of the sweet buttery dough and eyes filled with laughter at something Shauna just said.

You'd already been at the diner for a little over an hour now and your plates were starting to empty.

"Of course" She giggles, she'd quickly turned your mood from a 0 to a 100 real quick.

"Wanna get out of here? I'll pay the bill for us m'lady" she says and jokingly winks before almost knocking over her water glass. "Oh shit!"

You only start to laugh again, the thoughts of your now ex dissipating into thin air.

"Ok, follow me home?" You ask after your breath slowly returns to your lungs. "Yeah, sure" Shauna smiles back before paying the bill and grabbing her jacket as you head outside.

"So, you think you'll be okay? He meant a lot to you, didn't he" She says from her spot on the sidewalk beside you, her fingers anxiously playing in the pockets of her flannel as she tries to sound like she wasn't slightly bitter about your relationship.

You guys had always been super close, having been friends since the first day of elementary school, but one thing you never really spoke about was relationships, it had become a sort of unspoken rule that you guys had after Shauna once got unreasonably angry when you tried to tell her about the first time you made out with Tom.

"I'll be fine.. I think I'm mostly just kind of surprised, I always thought I would be the one to break up with him" you joke awkwardly and glance down at your shoes.

"And I think this was actually a good thing in the long run, we both had very different views on everything and I think I deserve to be with someone who loves me for who I actually am and not who I'm pretending to be."

Shauna quickly glances over at you, her mouth opening slightly to say something before she closes it again, deciding against whatever it was.

As the minutes go by in what feels like mere seconds, you eventually reach your house.

"Thanks again Shauny, you really helped me take my mind off of things" you say.

"I wouldn't have done anything less" she responds, her eyes flickering down onto the lower part of your face and she seems to hesitate for what she wants to say next. "I.. I want to tell you something" she finally continues after a painful couple of moments.

"Are you feeling alright Shauna-" You start to say, a crease forming between your eyebrows as you notice her shuffling around.

"I like you"

Silence.

She tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear nervously. "I'm sorry that I'm suddenly saying this now but I really like you, like as more than a friend" she rambles "I've liked you for so long now, and I just can't go around pretending like I don't anymore. I know this is selfish of me to admit on the same day you got broken up with and I'm sure this is really confusing but I just had to tell you how I feel before some other stupid guy decides to see what I see in you and swoop you of your feet before I even get a chance to say something" She finishes slightly out of breath and considers running for it when you don't immediately respond.

"I like you too"

She looks up to meet your eyes once more, not believing what she just heard had come out of your mouth.

"What? But-"

This time it was your turn to interrupt her as you grin up at her. "Just kiss me"

Giggling you start leaning towards her, poking her arm when she just continues to stand still, seemingly shell shocked.

Her attention immediately gets drawn back to you before she pulls you towards her, arms quickly wrapping themselves around your waist as she not so carefully slams her lips onto yours, making you both stumble slightly. Her lips slightly chapped against yours as her teeth catch onto your lower lip.

You continue kissing outside your front door until you have to pull away for air feeling starstruck and dizzy.

"Well.. I kinda knew you had a thing for me" Shauna says, her arms still wrapped tightly around you as she smirks in a cocky manner, seemingly forgetting that she was about to start sobbing on your doorstep just a couple of minutes ago.

"Shut up dumbass"

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a/n: please tell me if there's anything I can improve with my writing as I haven't written anything in a year.

This was all written at 1 in the morning so if anything is kinda confusing it's probably bcs I'm about to fall asleep 😭

Also if you liked this feel free to send requests, I really don't know what to write about 😍🙏

[skoulsons]

“Alright, big brother, you ready?”

“Yep,” he groaned, squatting down to double-check his pack for ammo, protein, and water.

Ellie came down the stairs, a somber look on her face as Tommy noticed her. “Hey, kiddo,” he greeted, his smile fading when she didn’t return it.

Her lack of response caused Joel to turn around, his eyebrows raising as he stood up. “Hey…” he said, approaching her.

She pulled at her fingers. “How long will you be gone?”

Joel sighed, noting her obvious worry of being apart from her. If he was being honest, he was scared out of his mind, too. “Only a few hours-“

Tommy cut in. “Five hours, max,” trying to reassure Ellie. “He’s just learning some routes today, nothing big. Swear it.”

Ellie drew in a breath and exhaled, looking away from Tommy and up at Joel. “Before dark?”

Joel smiled. “Before dark,” he repeated, reaching out for her. She obliged, her arms coming around his middle. He placed his left to her back as his right carded through her auburn hair. “I promise,” he said.

He squeezed her tight, making sure to not take their embrace for granted. “If you die, I’ll kill you,” came from his chest and he couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing her tighter.

“Holdin’ you to that, baby girl.”

They let go (reluctantly, just like every other time before) and Joel kissed her hair, turning to the door and slinging his pack over his shoulders, followed by his rifle.

Tommy watched him, a too wide grin on his face as Joel gave him a look and ushered Tommy out the door.

-

“What’re you expecting when we get back?”

“Whaddya mean?”

“With your kid, Joel.”

“She’s…” he stopped himself. She really was. The more days he tried to deny it, the more obvious it became. There may not be legal documents or a name change or her calling him “dad,” but she was his kid. And he wouldn’t truly correct anyone over such a mistake when it… wasn’t really a mistake. She was his. 

He sighed, a small smile on his lips. Your kid. “A running hug, I’m sure.”

Tommy smiled too, glancing over at Joel. “Looks like she gives good ones.”

Joel turned to him, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, she does.”

They sat in silence for a while, the yellow-orange glow of the sunset highlighting their path home. By the time Jackson was in view again, Tommy spoke.

“How does it feel,” he started, treading lightly, “You know… being one again?”

“You can say the word, Tommy,” he shook his head, slightly amused at Tommy’s attempt at beating around the bush when it comes to deep conversations. Family trait, apparently.

“A father,” Tommy forced out. “I mean you… you were so different. Even the Joel I saw months ago when you two first showed up ain’t the same one I’m talkin’ to now. Somethin’ happened… somethin’ good.”

“She happened. She is that good thing.” Joel chuckled, reminiscing at their journey as he looked over the hill at their new home. “Didn’t think it was possible, brother.

Tommy chuckled. “Me neither. Watching you two before we left felt like a dream.”

Joel turned to him, eyebrows raising.

“Makin’ her a promise? How you hugged her? I mean hell, Joel, you kissed her head. You called her-“ he cut himself off, adjusting his weight as they approached the gates of Jackson. “I just didn’t think it was possible to… get you back.”

“Me neither, Tom.”

“But I’m glad you are. And I’m glad it’s with her. She’s a great kid.”

Joel nodded again, Tommy calling out to the guards stop the Jackson wall to open the gates for them. She’s pretty damn great.

They rode in, dismounting their horses as they walked them back to the stables.

“You deserve it,” Tommy said, giving Joel’s shoulder a squeeze as they approached the stables.

“Joel!”

Before he could react, Ellie was already against his chest, sending him a few steps back as he held on to her. “Hey, kiddo.”

“You didn’t die!” She exclaimed, though unsurprised. She squeezed him tight, still balancing her weight against him after her running hug.

He laughed, the crown of her head catching most of the joyous noise. “Yep, you don’t gotta kill me, now.”

“Good, I didn’t want to have to.”

Tommy stood a few feet from them, watching as Joel rocked them back and forth, his arms secure around her back. Joel turned his head to him, a grateful smile on his face as Tommy returned it. You deserve it.

[adoracora-elizabeth]

The truth always comes out, chapter 35

Cora brushed the tears away, but they kept coming. They did not stop. She was in a cab on her way back to London. She did not want to go on the train in this state. Luckily, the driver wanted to drive her all the way up to London. She looked at the envelope next to her. The papers inside were signed with two signatures. But against her expectations, it had not gone smoothly. Her visit to Downton ended in Robert shouting and her holding back, tears and frustration.

It started with the part that Cora did not want his financial support. She was not married to him for his money, and she did not want to lean on him financially after their divorce. But as Robert pointed out, it was simply her right because of their marriage. There had been some other minor things, but they agreed in the end and signed the papers.

To Cora’s relief, everything had gone in a civil way, and Robert did not try to get her back. Of course, she saw the look in her eyes when he thought she was not watching, but she was convinced she had that same look herself. Robert was incredibly attractive, and her body still longed for him.

Robert asked if she would stay for dinner, and Cora agreed. Mary, Edith, and Sybil would be home too, and it was a good opportunity to see them all together.

Mary had been mocking at the dinner table, Cora tried to get her to talk just before dessert was served. She felt a tension between Mary and Robert. It was their when she arrived earlier at Downton, and Mary greeted her. Something was off.

"Mary? Can I help you?" She asked as soft as she could.

"Mary does not need us!" Robert said.

Cora looked at Robert, surprised he sounded angry. "Mary? Robert? What is going on?"

"That is not what I said, Papa, and you know that."

Cora saw frustration on both their faces. Sybil and Edith stayed quiet at the other end of the table. "Can one of you explain what is going on?"

"As if you care? You do not live here. You did not want to be part of this family anymore." Robert threw in front of her.

Cora felt an iron fist around her heart. What did Robert just say? "You know that that is not the reason I left. This is not fair." She had to fight not to cry.

"Papa?" Sybil's voice sounded. "Can we please not fight, not tonight?"

Robert's eyes shot towards Sybil, and the way he looked at her scared Cora. "Did you tell your mother what happened with you and that chauffeur boy."

"His name is Tom. And yes, Mama knows."

"Let me guess, you support them two? Do you not?" Robert turned towards Cora again.

"We cannot change what happened. Sybil and Tom got married and will have a baby. Is there something wrong with Matthew, too? You always spoke to highly of him and was looking forward to embracing him in the running of the estate." Cora said.

Robert snorted. "That boy wants to take over the whole thing. He knows no boundaries."

Cora had to take a minute before she could react. Now Matthew was also downgraded as a boy. What had happened, she needed to know to understand the situation. She saw how hurt Robert was, and although she did not like his temper at the moment, she understood where he was coming from. He was scared, she realised he was simply scared. "Girls." Cora scraped her throat. "Can you three leave your dad and me alone for a minute?"

Mary and Sybil left without saying anything, Edith walked past Cora and whispered: "Are you sure?"

Cora padded her hand and smiled. She waited for Edith to leave the dining room before she got up and sat closer to Robert. "Are you scared; Matthew will do better than you?"

Robert did not react.

"Are you scared?" Cora stretched out her hand and touched Robert’s hand. This had an effect, but not the one she had hoped for.

Robert jerked back. "Everything is a mess. Everything."

"I am sorry." Cora started.

"Are you? Are you sorry? You leaving us did not help at all. Sybil is now pregnant and married. Matthew is stepping in my place, and they are not even married yet."

"Do you blame this on me?"

"You left. Cora, you left! You took the easy way out and left."

Cora had walked out after these words and waited outside for the cab.

Robert was hurt she knew she was part of that. But he did cheat, and he betrayed her trust. How dared he blaming it all on her.

+++

Robert sat in the big chair in Cora’s old bedroom. Why did he do that. He had hurt Cora with his words. He knew he did hurt her immensely. Again. He rested his head in his hands. Oh, why did he do that. Cora did not deserve this. She did not. If there had been a change, she would come back to him. He had now ruined that. He let out a deep sigh. He was messing everything up. Was Tom really that bad for Sybil? And was Matthew overstepping?

He looked at the vanity mirror. There were still some things that belonged to Cora on the table. He should send them to her, but she probably did not miss them since she never asked for them. He picked up the small bottle with hand lotion, opened the lid, and smelled it. Cora always had subtle fragrances, never too much, just enough to make him turn his head when she approached him from the back. Or leaving a hint of smell behind in the room she just was in.

A soft knock on the door made him put the bottle back. Edith stepped inside.

"Papa? Are you all right?"

Robert straightened his back, but he let his shoulders drop the same minute. "I am not sure." He admitted. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14247899/35/The-truth-always-comes-out

[tyranasauruslex]

Do you think the outcome would have been the same if Lukas was female? Her buying WayCo etc... Girl Lukas would still be Romans type as well - tall and blonde.

omg I love this! 

The Roy’s could barely handle boy Lukas, girl Lukas would be an absolute menace.

I can’t see Logan taking a female CEO of any company seriously, let alone one that wants to buy him out, so we'd have to go with Luka Matsson being misspelled to Lukas Matsson in a magazine article early on in GoJo’s history and because she doesn't do interviews, it never got corrected. Everyone outside of Scandinavia assumes Luka is a guys name anyway so the myth rumbles on and she uses it to her advantage whenever anyone is caught off guard by the revelation that GoJo's CEO is a woman.

Enter the Roy’s with none of them doing their due diligence properly so Logan rolls up to meet the son he wished he’d had but instead of a six foot four Viking CEO, it's a six foot four Valkyrie CEO. It's awkward to say the least, especially when it quickly becomes apparent that Luka isn't some dumb blonde bimbo or just a pretty figure head - she's got them by the balls by the time Logan is casket ready.

Because men are pigs they’d all try and fuck her, including Logan, and Kendall would attempt to convince her to do some sort of marriage of convenience with the idea that he could screw her over for the company at a later date. Shiv enters the chat with her "Boss Girl" energy and tries to make an alliance which also ends up falling flat. Team Sweden has a good giggle about this whilst they’re waiting for the deal to go through, although Luka is a bit miffed that the little brunette she had her eye on yelled at her whilst standing on a rock.

Tom still gets the CEO role which pisses Shiv off because what about women supporting women? And girl power? Luka flits off back to Europe once the dust has settled with Roman in tow. They’re married within a year with Roman fully embracing his role as a trophy husband. Not long after there's a baby on the way and nobody would have guessed that Roman would have been the one to provide Logan with a true born grandchild.

HOWEVER! 

Girl Lukas and girl Roman would make me go absolutely feral. Thats the AU we need!

[simplystefanie-rae]

Spoilers/leaks for new ep: I hope the situation with Chat and Mari don’t drag out.

If it even becomes much of a situation, though I have to assume it’s the premise of the episode. If so, don’t worry, episode plots barely last more than one as it is.

I guess I’ll just use this as an excuse to talk about it in general though. I actually don’t mind the plot itself. Marinette is a disaster sometimes, and if her being a disaster by saying the first excuse that pops up in her head leads to marichat hijinks then I am super okay with that. If it somehow leads to them both realizing some ~feelings~ (which they probably would choose not to act on right away, obvi), that that’s even better. 

Now, as ever, things I’m iffy about. Which is probably gonna get long as I reflect on possibilities, unfortunate patterns, blah blah hello my name is stefanie the buzzkill. 

Chat Noir being happy about Marinette confessing to him is sweet, but the fact that (at least what we know so far) it’s just because he never had a girl confess feelings to him before makes the entire situation feel very impersonal. He’s not happy because Marinette confessed to him, but that a girl did. Now, because this show loves to make him stupidly oblivious, I can chalk it up to that and call it a day, but I’m kind of tired of that by this point. I want this moment between them to feel personal, that he feels this happy from the confession because it’s Marinette, his everyday ladybug, the girl who helped him run away from fangirls and see a movie, who helped him out on a date, who’s genuinely one of the nicest girls he ever met and someone he admires. Him saying he’s happy because he never been confessed to before just feels super cheap to me, so I can only hope there’s some scene later with him reflecting on Marinette herself, and what a confession specifically from her means to him.

Also, I can’t help but feel like this is yet another moment of the show trying too hard to gain audience sympathy for Chat. Like,’ awww, poor chat, he never had anyone confess to him before, and this fake confession makes him so happy! What’s going to happen when he finds out the truth? ‘And I don’t want that. I don’t want them to keep manipulating the audience like this. What I want is for this scene to be a Marichat scene that develops the side of the love square, not a poorchat one simply meant to gain cheap sympathy for their favorite character. 

As usual, Marinette’s lesson she may have to learn seems like it’s going to be the wrong one. I think tikki said she shouldn’t lie about her feelings, and like, no duh, Marinette already knows this. She specifically said to Chat as Ladybug that she doesn’t want to lie about them to give him hope. That’s not the issue. Marinette’s issue will always and forever be that sometimes, when she gets just flustered enough, she says stupid shit. She has no filter. Where she would normally be level headed and clever, she trips herself up and creates potential disasters because her anxiousness gets the best of her. That’s what she should be working on, calming herself down enough before she can say the first thing that pops into her head. 99% of the time it’s the cause of most of her problems, so it would be great if the show would acknowledge that instead of making it seem like Marinette is being mean to chat for lying. The lie is not the root of the problem. Astruc even says her flaw is that she gets over emotional at times so why isn’t this ever acknowledged within the show as the thing she needs to work on? Anyway best case scenario, Marinette tries to work on that problem this episode while also clearing the air. A sorta good scenario is them just ignoring the lesson of the day all together to just focus on all the potential hilarity that can come out of the marichat dynamic. 

And final thing. I sure did get a lot out of a 3 minute clip. But an issue that I have had for quite a long time now is with Marinette’s parents. When Marinette’s bedroom was destroyed and Tom was running desperately up the stairs calling for his baby girl in fear, I loved that. He felt like an actual character there because his fear that Marinette could have been hurt very badly was raw and real, something a parent would feel. Too many times in this show Tom and Sabine are just simply given the character traits of ‘happy and supportive’, to the point where it seemed like they would support literally anything Marinette does, even if that included jumping off a building. They were all ready to uproot their lives just so Marinette could go to New York and pursue a potential career without asking any questions or showing the slightest bit of hesitancy over the situation, which is just insane and in it’s own way, neglectful. The problem is the show tries too hard to make them the polar opposite of Gabriel in every way, and unfortunately that means sacrificing character since opposite of Gabriel apparently just means ‘nice’. They accommodate everything Marinette wants because Gabriel gives Adrien nothing, but that runs the risk of coming off as wildly neglectful at times if her parents just never question potential risks their daughter might be taking. 

Which leads me to this spoiler. Tom running up the stairs screaming Marinette’s name? Perfect. I really felt for him there. Him finding the doll in Marinette’s bed instead of her and seeing him utterly confused? Even better, because this rightfully should have lead to Tom asking questions. A kid only does this if they are sneaking out when they’re not suppose to be, after all. 

Now, I know we haven’t seen the entire episode yet so Tom and Sabine could have a moment of questioning Marinette on her whereabouts, but I’m not inclined to think so since Tom does a complete 180 once he sees Marinette out on the balcony. I’m sorry, but this man was just confronted with the fear of Marinette being injured very badly, only to find her not in her bed at all and that she snuck out. When he sees Marinette hugging Chat, confessing her love to him while he has a baby in his arms, it’s like none of his previous fear mattered anymore as his mood flipped completely to the opposite end of the spectrum. They sacrificed an honest reaction from her parent for a fic trope. And it’s just more of the same supportive parents to the point of neglect bullshit that’s dressed up as being positive. Shouldn’t Tom be concerned even slightly that Marinette has a superhero for a boyfriend? Shouldn’t the scene of them embracing have been a little alarming, just a bit? Some reluctance from Tom would have even been nice, have the invite to eat with the family be a chance for Tom to gage the situation better, not to just go ‘awww’ over her daughter having a boyfriend. Chat is a superhero but Tom does not know him. Please, it would not kill the writers to have her parents question one of Marinette’s decisions and worry about her wellbeing.

And it’s just like he completely forgot he thought she was crushed to death. He forgot she snuck out and probably did it before. And I get humor, I get the show needs moments of levity, but this wasn’t the time for that. Maybe it would have worked better for me if this wasn’t the pattern in the show that often happens, but too often scenes of the dupain-cheng family just lack emotional weight. If a dad sees his daughter embracing a boy he never personally met and declaring her love for him on the balcony that was previously destroyed and potentially crushed said daughter, the reaction should not be to invite him over with a cheery smile. It’s weird! I’m sorry, but it is. Tom should be grilling the shit out of them. Maybe embracing Marinette in relief? Since you know, she’s not dead after all? 

Anyway, I think I said all I wanted to say. I am excited for it despite my doubts, since I love the marichat dynamic to death. I just hope it plays out better than what the clip shows. All I really want is some humor topped with confusing feelings, Chat really considering the idea of Marinette romantically because it’s Marinette and not just some girl, and for Tom and Sabine to show any type of misgivings over this situation. I doubt that last one but even if they just question Marinette and Chat at breakfast (assuming it happens) that would be good enough. 

[sebastianstangirl01]

Can you please do an Iceman x reader smut but reader is actually Mav’s sister and she and I’ve get caught having sex, by Goose, who just stands there, stares and yells “MAAAAV!! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!!” Or something like that and it’s in her apartment bc Goose and Mav just walked in to her place. Thank you so much!! ❤️

Barge In

Title: Barge In

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Mitchell Reader

Summary: Goose and Maverick are in for a surprise when they barge into the youngest Mitchell’s apartment.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, a little angst, Maverick and Goose being idiots, Iceman being cocky, dom sub themes

Authors Note: I have never written smut before so hopefully this doesn’t suck, I tried my best lol so I hope you like it!

When you decided to move down to San Diego to be closer to your older brother Pete and his best friend (your honorary brother) Goose, you never imagined you would fall in love with their number one rival.

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky.

From the moment your eyes locked with his dazzling blue eyes you knew you were in trouble, your relationship started quickly.

Luckily you had your own apartment only 10 minutes away from Top Gun so that made your secret meetings easier to pull off, it started strictly physical. You had great sex, Tom knew how to please a woman and often has so much stress and agitation in his amazing body that you let him take it out on you.

But after a few weeks your relationship developed into more, quick hookups became slow. They turned into caressing your bare bodies memorizing every inch of the other, soft passionate kisses that said so much more than words ever could.

It was after you two had sex, that time when you laid together in each other’s embrace when you realized you felt so much more than pure sexual attraction towards the man next to you. You felt love.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours darling?” Tom asked from his spot behind you, he had you pulled back against his chest one hand resting around your body tickling your stomach just the way you liked it as it sent goosebumps up your body his other hand resting on your breast gently rolling your stiff nipple in between his fingers as he placed light kisses on your neck.

“Just thinking.” You said reaching one arm behind you to play with Tom’s soft blonde hair

“About what? How amazing I made your pretty little body feel?” Tom asked with a shit eating grin making you giggle and smack his hand that was playing with your breast

“Cocky much?” You asked before squealing when Tom pinched your nipple between his fingers

“You know it baby.” Tom said rolling you onto your back so he could see your blissed expression, you two had already went 2 rounds tonight and the thought of going a third made tingles spread through your stomach and down to your clit. “Your so beautiful. My beautiful girl.”

You smiled when Tom called you his beautiful girl, you wanted more than anything to be his and only his for the rest of your life. No one had ever made you feel as good sexually or emotionally then Tom, he made you feel safe and cared for like you were the only girl in the world.

“I think I love you Tommy.” You whispered deciding to bite the bullet and say what you feel

Tom paused and his gaze moved from where he had been admiring the way your stomach would clench every time he ran his finger along your faint ab lines. He studied your face looking for any sign of a lie.

“You better not be messing with me Y/N.” Tom said running his hands up your body and stopping to cup your face as he leaned on-top of you. “Because if you are I will make sure you can’t sit for a week.”

You blushed at the idea of Tom spanking you, he quickly became the dom in your relationship especially in the bed room. Spanking your ass raw as a punishment was nothing new to you.

“I’m not lying Tommy. You make me feel things no one has ever made me feel before, and not just during sex but when we talk and when you hold the door for me, or walk with your arm around my waist, when you make me walk on the side furthest from the road, when you make me dance with you on the beach, when you take a bath with me and tell me how I’m so perfect and beautiful, and especially when you call me yours. You make me feel so loved and I want to do the same for you because I love you.” You said with a shy smile as you brought your hand up to rest on his cheek

“God I love you too baby. So much.” Tom said pulling you into a passionate kiss

“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” You gasped pulling away from the kiss

Immediately you were being pinned to the bed with both hands above your head, Tom used one of his hands to keep you in place while his other hand moved down your body and stopped at your breasts.

“You move your hands and I stop. Got it?” Tom said and you nodded desperately. “Words baby.”

“Yes sir.” You said and Tom smirked

“Good.” Tom said before dropping your hands and using both of his to kneed your tender breasts, next to your ass your breasts were his favorite body part the way they fit so perfectly into his hands and were so responsive.

Tom brought his head down and sucked your left nippled into his mouth while his other hand squeezed your right nipple hard enough to make you moan out in pleasure, Tom gently encased your nipple with his teeth and barely bit down making you gasp and run your fingers through his hair.

“That’s right, run your fingers through my hair. Show me how much you like it.” Tom said switching to suck on your other nipple

“More. Please more Tommy.” You begged feeling your pussy grow wet and your clit began that familiar tingle

“I’ve got you baby.” Tom said leaving a kiss on your breasts before crawling down your body and stopping between your legs, Tom used his hands to pry your legs open. He marveled at the sight of your wet swollen pussy, your whole body felt like it was buzzing as he leaned close and blew on your sensitive parts.

“Tommy.” You whined grabbing onto his hair making him chuckle

“What do you want baby?” Tom asked turning his head to kiss your inner thigh

“Your mouth. Please.” You begged arching your back

“Ok baby. You want me to eat this pretty little pussy? Want me to make your squirt all over my face and hold you down while I clean you up?” Tom asked and you felt like you passed out from the vulgarity of his words. “Answer me.”

“Yes sir. Please eat my pussy, I need it.” You whined bucking your hips up towards his face

“Ok, lay back I’ve got you.” Tom said holding your hips down with his forearms before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart, groaning as he watched your hold clench around nothing. “God baby, the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Tom dove into your cunt and you almost screamed as pleasure coursed through your pussy, he licked from your hole up to your clit and took your sensitive little bud into his mouth sucking it hard making you whine. Tom shook his head back as forth allowing himself to sink deeper into your cunt as he ate you out like it was his last meal, he nibbled on your clit making you arch your back and claw at his hair.

“Tom. Oh god, I’m going to cum.” You mumbled as you felt Tom slip two fingers into your hole the stretch made you whimper as Tom kept sucking and licking at your clit

“I know baby, your so sensitive aren’t you. Your little clit is burning for me, I want you to cum for me sweet girl. Can you do that?” Tom asked before diving back into your cunt

“Yes. Yes, please don’t stop. Tom! I’m cumming!” You warned before you hit your release as gushed all over Toms face making him groan into your pussy as he worked you through your orgasm.

“So good. You did so good for me baby.” Tom praises as he crawled back up your body as brought you into a kiss, you groaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue. “Can you take one more for me baby, I have to be inside you.”

“Please fuck me Tommy. I need your cock.” You whined gripping onto his shoulders and pulling him close to you

“Ok my needy girl. Spread those legs wide open for me, good girl.” Tom said helping you spread your legs wide so he had enough room to enter you, Tom grabbed his rock hard cock and ran it through your folds allowing your juices to coat his thick length. “You ready?”

“Yes.” You nodded as Tom pushed inch by inch inside of your aching cunt

“Fuck baby. Always so tight for me.” Tom groaned into your neck sucking hickies into your neck. “Please let me move baby.”

“Please move.” You nodded and Tom immediately snapped his hips into yours making both of you moan at the friction. “Fuck.”

“God baby, so good.” Tom groaned thrusting into you hard making you gasp and claw at his back, Tom rutted into you making your breasts bounce and legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer to you. “You gonna come for me again?”

“Yes Tommy, I’m so close.” You gasped as Tom brought his hand down and roughly started rubbing your sensitive clit

Your moans mixed in the air and you both were so into your pleasure that you didn’t hear the door open from down the hall. Or the two voices that called out your name.

“Are you sure she’s home?” Goose asked Maverick who immediately went into the kitchen to grab a beer

“Her cars outside, you check her room I’ll check the bathroom.” Maverick said and Goose nodded making his way down the hallway and to your room

Goose pushed the door open before gasping and covering his eyes as the sight of you sprawled out underneath Tom both of you completely naked and joined together was now burned into his mind.

“Ah my eyes! My eyes! Dear god!” Goose exclaimed turning around hearing the shuffle of bedsheets

“Goose! What the hell are you doing here?” You asked completely mortified as you wrapped your blanket around you and Tom who just chuckled trying to pull you back into his arms, obviously not as embarrassed as you were

“We were suppose to have a movie night!” Goose defended himself still not facing you

“Shit I’m sorry I forgot. Wait does that mean?” You asked but were interrupted as Maverick came rushing into the room

“What’s wrong? Oh god!” Maverick exclaimed covering his own eyes. “Oh I’m going to throw up.”

“You two should really grow up.” Tom spoke from his spot next to you on the bed laying against the pillows with his arms behind his head while you were still sitting up clutching the bedsheets to your chest.

“Why the fuck are you in bed naked with my baby sister?!” Maverick asked Tom with a glare on his face

“Do you really need me to tell you?” Tom asked with a smirk making Maverick step towards him

“Woah! Can we please not do this right now? Pete you and Goose just wait in the living room and I’ll be there in a second.” You said with a sigh

“Fine! But this is not over!” Pete said stomping away while Goose sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck

“This might be a bad time, but you know that move you guys were doing? Anyway you could tell me how to do it, I’m sure Carole would love it.” Goose started

“Goose!” You exclaimed covering your face in embarrassment

“I thought not, carry on.” Goose said quickly following after Maverick

You flopped back onto the bed with a groan, covering your face. While Tom chuckled beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“At least we don’t have to worry about telling your brother.” Tom shrugged making you look at him with wide eyes before chuckling

“That was so embarrassing, Goose saw us fucking.” You said shaking your head

“It could have been worse. Mav could have been the one to walk in.” Tom said with a chuckle making you laugh

“I guess your right. Come on, we better face the music.” You said starting to get up before Tom grabbed your hand

“Hey. I love you.” Tom said making you smile

“I love you too.”

[satellite-evans]

hi can I request what would happen if chris and y/n went to the Oscars and maybe y/n felt a little anxious about it ... I hope this is OK thanks Angela 😊

Be you

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: The only cure for your anxiety : Chris Evans.

Word count: 2.095 words

Warnings: anxiety, insecurity, Zendaya being a queen, Fluff

A/N: Hey, thank you so much for your request! When you guys send me requests, it makes my day. I tried my best writing your request, Angela. Hope you had something like this on your mind <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. Feedback and requests are always welcome.

Enjoy! <3

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“Honey, are you ready yet?”

You weren’t. At least not mentally, but that wasn’t what Chris was possibly asking or thinking about. He wasn’t thinking at all when he asked you to be his date to the Oscars.

Blaming him would be childish, since you are his girlfriend and it’s the most normal thing in the world to ask you to be his date. There was no act of force, either. You could’ve easily said no. But you didn’t, because you were stubborn like that.

Your stubbornness was the reason for your anxiety now.

“Uh Chris, gimme a couple of minutes!”

You scoffed, like a couple of minutes could cure your heartbeat and the fact that your hands were shaking so hard that it looked like there was an earthquake. Why did you say yes? You were going to go there, everyone was going to laugh at you for being ugly, Chris was going to see it too and dump you and you would be back to zero in your life.

Just when you thought of escaping through the window, just like Rachel did in Friends, Chris walked in the bathroom.

“God, honey, look at you. The prettiest woman I have ever seen. Are you nervous about going with me to the Oscars?”

While Chris was waiting for an answer to his question, you were wondering how soft his velvet suit would feel. He looked insanely sexy and you couldn’t believe he was all yours.

“Uh, you okay there Y/N?”

Instead of saying ‘no Chris I’m actually nervous, I don’t want to go I’m going to have a panic attack’ you said : “Pfft, you kidding? I’m totally fine. Let’s go. I am so excited.”

Yep, you were going to die tonight.

“Chris, over here, man! Look this way!”

You had never seen so many cameras together in your whole life. Flashing lights, celebrities who were posing, interviewers with their questions. It all made too much noise inside your brain. Every click sound of your camera made you flinch more.

Chris, noticing you getting uncomfortable, hugged you tighter and started giving you kisses on your forehead.

“Just be you, baby, just be you.” Whispering this in your ear was a great idea to Chris, but it was actually one of the worst. You didn’t want to be yourself because everyone would hate on you. Faking that you were okay was the best scenario for you, and for Chris. This way Chris could enjoy his night and you wouldn’t embarrass him.

Chris spotted Zendaya and Andrew Garfield and walked towards them, knowing that Zendaya could comfort you in a way he couldn’t. He knew you weren’t fine, and that you were lying to him. He saw it on your face. Your lips quivered, and your eyes were not shining when you smiled like they always did.

He hated it, but he knew. He was the reason for your anxiety. Chris couldn’t imagine going to events without you by his side.

“Omg, hey girl, how are you?” Zendaya embraced you in a hug while Chris and Andrew greeted each other with a handshake.

“I’m good. Thanks for asking. Where is Tom?” You prayed to the lord that Zendaya wouldn’t notice your anxiety. Because if she did, that meant that Chris did too and you’ve been lying for nothing.

“Oh, you know him. He doesn’t like red carpets, makes him extremely nervous. Speaking of, how are you holding up? Are you okay? You look a little tense.”

Not having the power to lie anymore, you told your best friend the truth.

“I’m freaking out and think I’m gonna have an anxiety attack. I can’t handle all the cameras on me. The fact that Chris is happy is killing me because I don’t want to ruin that a-"

“Hey hey, calm down, okay? Take a deep breath. Let’s get you to the bathroom.” She turned to where Chris and Andrew were still talking, and gave Chris a sign that the two of you were going.

“Chris, Y/N and I are going to the bathroom real quick. We’ll catch up with you guys later, okay?”

You tried to give one of your best fake smiles to show him that everything was okay. Why couldn’t you be honest with your own boyfriend? Chris just nodded and walked toward you to give a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll see you later, okay? I love you so much baby, you do not know how much.” Scenting his smell was like taking a hot shower on a hard day. Your body relaxed completely, and you finally took a deep breath without shaking. He took off with Andrew while you and Zendaya went to the bathroom.

“ I could tell you to wash your face, but your makeup looks too good for that.” That was the first time you’ve actually smiled that night without faking it. Zendaya always knew how to cure your anxiety, even before you and Chris met.

“Tell me what’s going on in your head right now Y/N, walk me through it.” Lookin at her face, you saw she was concerned for you. After taking a deep breath, you told her everything. How scared you were that Chris was going to leave you. The scare you had that people would judge you and your outfit, basically everything that was going in circles in your head right now. Telling her your problems was always easy since she listened to you without judging.

“I just can’t do it anymore, Z. The only time I felt relaxed tonight was when I smelled Chris’ scent. How do you guys do it? Tell me how you can just stand there looking like a goddess when thousands of cameras are taking pictures of you without feeling nauseous.” How the hell was are you going to support Chris in the media world when you can’t even survive in it?

“You know what I understand from what you just told me? That Chris was your only person who helped you in this entire case. You don’t have to be here Y/N. Tell him you don’t want to go to these events. I mean, look at Tom, he doesn’t wanna go since it makes him nervous. I’m not forcing him just because he’s my boyfriend. Instead, I respect his choice and feel grateful that he trusts me enough to share his emotions with me. Communicate with him. That’s the key here. And don’t tell me about that ‘I have to support him’ crap, cuz there are other ways to support him. Believe in his dreams, show that you love him. I don’t know repost the trailers of his new movies and tell how proud you are. But please, talk to him. It’s gonna make you feel so much better. Girl, what are you gonna do when he smells awful one day, huh?”

The both of you were laughing at the joke. The difference was that you had tears in your eyes and she didn’t. Zendaya was totally right. The only thing that you should’ve done was to communicate with Chris and tell him you don’t want to go to big events. He would understand, he always did. Not believing in your own stupidity, you gave Zendaya a big hug. Or at least tried, since she was extremely taller than you.

“Thank you for your encourage, Z. You’re right, I have to talk to him. And damn girl, that was a wonderful speech. Made me want to thank my makeup artist for using waterproof mascara.”

Smiling once again, she broke the hug and gave you a look that you saw many times before.

“Now talk to your man before I make you, go! I have to fix my lip gloss. But if you don't, I know where to find you and talk to Chris myself!"

When you left the bathroom, Chris was standing there looking at his phone.

“Chris, where is Andrew? Were you waiting for me?”

Looking up from his phone, he gave you one of his biggest smiles that made you melt like an ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Oh, Andrew went inside already. I wanted to wait for you. Are you okay, honey? You looked different the whole night and I don’t know why. Talk to me, baby, please.”

Reminding yourself about Zendaya’s wise words, you talked to him about your feelings.

“Chris, you know I love you, right? I’ll support every decision you make and follow you to the end. But these events, I can’t do this anymore. Every click of a camera makes me flinch. I hate the fact that people are looking at us and thinking that I’m ugly and not worthy of your love. And yes, I should’ve said no when you asked me, but I couldn’t. You look so happy and excited every time I say yes, disappointing you is the last thing I want to do in this world. Accept my apology for not coming to you and explain my feelings sooner. And thank Zendaya, since it was her idea.”

This was the third time you didn’t fake your smile the entire night. And the second time that Chris’ smile melted you instantly.

“Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. You don’t know how much that means to me. You think I love these kinds of events? I hate them so much. The only reason I get excited when you say yes is the fact that your scent calms me down and is the cure to my anxiety. When you stand next to me, looking like an angel from heaven that blessed me with their presence, it makes me the proudest person in the world. You know why? Because you chose me, honey. You chose me to love, to support, to hold. Can you believe how incredibly lucky is that I am the chosen one? Your name is in every prayer of mine, Y/N. So if you don’t want to go to an event, tell me. I want to be the last person on earth to make you feel anxious. Don’t be another person for me. Be you, baby. That’s all I want.”

The second speech of the night that made you cry. Your makeup artist was going to have a big raise after this.

“You and you poetic words, Evans. How can you say those things without practicing them?”

Taking you in a hug and smelling your scent, Chris whispered in your ear so gently that you got goosebumps.

“Because I love you, baby. You’re my muse. My definition of love. Let’s get out of here. What do you say?”

Looking deep in his eyes, the two of you enjoyed each other's presence. His poison and cure was you and your poison and cure was him. You wished that the world could see how much you loved Chris. But the world didn’t matter right now. He did.

“Actually, I want to see if Andrew is going to win the Oscar. I want to be there for him.”

Giving you a look, Chris wanted to make sure you were okay with staying.

“I wanna stay, we can go after they announce best actor. Plus, my anxiety is much better right now and I want to sit down because my heels are killing me.”

Taking your hand in his, the two of you walked inside the enormous hall. While he was searching for your seats, you were looking at the celebrities. There were so many celebrities gathered together, it freaked you over once again.

After sitting at the right places, Chris looked at you with a concern.

“You sure you want to stay? I’m sure that Andrew won’t mind if we’re not here when he wins.”

You pressed your lips to his, sharing the same breath. You put your hands on his thigh and neck, while he hugged you closer to him. after a couple of seconds, he released you with a proud smile.

“I am completely fine. Your scent certainly helps me calm. Just stay with me and everything will be fine.”

Kissing you once again, Chris couldn’t be happier with you. He felt lucky that you shared your feelings with him and promised himself something at that moment. He would never take you to this sort of events and would not go himself other than his own movie premiers.

“Whatever you say, honey, I support every decision you make. I love you so much."

"Oh look, Chris Rock is on stage. Looks like we're gonna have a good time."

[that-one-anxious-mango]

how did Austin react to when the reader called him daddy for the first time??

Um..Daddy?..

Summary: Austin officially becomes daddy after a interesting encounter.

Contents: Lots of swearing. Daddy Kink ✨Comforting of Reader. SoftDom! Austin Sleepy Magnus. Mentions of Alcohol. Light Smut. Overall cuteness. Minors DNI

AN: Hey everyone 👋🏾 Arie here with another #mangoasks prompt. Hope everyone likes it and I did it justice. First time writing something smutty on here so be nice and let me know how I did! Happy Reading!

Much love! *hugs*

Arie 💚

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Pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex, Austin parked his Audi A5 Sportblack to reach over into the passenger seat to grab his phone that laid next to a full bouquet of chrysanthemums.

Aussie Poo :) : i'm outside sweetheart.

Best Girl 💖: Okay. Just come up babe. Still getting ready.

Aussie Poo :) :  okay.

Grabbing the flowers and getting out he ventured into the five story building going up to the second floor knocking on door 202.

Almost instantly hearing the small barks and scratching of little paws he could also hear a loud " Coming !" Sound off before the door popped open revealing a rather chipper you.

Damn. He thought. Every time he’d see you it was like you found a way to look finer than the last time he’d seen you.

When Austin had saw the way the light washed jeans you wore sat right on your nicely shaped ass and your pushed up cleavage peeking through the rose pink v-neck sweater you had on.

He unfortunately felt the need to adjust himself become prominent.

" Hi baby." You greeted wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down into what you intended to be a innocent kiss. Austin cupped your waist.

As soon as your lips fixed themselves to his you melted into his touch, going to squeal in his mouth a little when he decided to deepen the embrace by letting his tongue slide into your mouth smoothly.  He pulled back a second  " Hey, Sugar Mama. " He rasped continuing to his sweet assault on your now semi swollen lips.

Feeling yourself starting to get a little too hot, you moved away breathing faster than normal, " Looks like someone kind of missed me, huh."  You teased going back to your bedroom to finish up what needed to be done.

" You have no idea. Austin called after you shutting the door behind him and scooping up a excited Magnus whom gave puppy kisses, rounding the corner to have a seat on the couch plopping him down in his lap.

" So how was the table read earlier, babe? " You loudly asked staring down at the two pairs of earrings in your hand trying to decide. Pearls or Silver hoops.

" Uh, it was okay. Baz is excited to get out there and start filming. Talking about all the different things like set designs and a couple of scenes he wants to specifically go over with Tom and I." He replied rubbing the content hound's head repeatedly who soundly laid. His eyes were scanning the room just casually looking around, and they hadn't meant to see what they saw.

But they did.

Next to the couch on the end table sat your wide open computer displaying what looked to be your open tumblr account on a post that read:

I can't wait to have a soft domdaddy to love and fuck my brains out!

And under it was a crimson heart indicating that you'd liked the post.

To say he was still a little shocked would be accurate but not totally surprised after a encounter the two of you had, had a few weeks back.

You’d gone out with some of your friends to celebrate a job promotion one of them had gotten. And in a rare rum filled moment had resulted in you getting a little more tipsy than you intended. Prompting a interesting response to a text from Austin.

Aussie Poo :) : i know you’re out having a good time baby. but don’t forget to text me when you all get back to Lana’s place safe.

Aussie Poo:) : need to know that your okay. call me if you need me babe.

Best Girl 💖: THANK YOU! I WILL LOVE YOU DADDY.

When he’d seen it, he’d been little stunned in truth. But instead of freaking out he laughed to himself and looked across the bed to a curled up Magnus whom he was pet sitting, “ What am I gonna do with your Mama, Magnus? Huh? “ 

After he’d seen you the next day at brunch in all your hungover glory, he hinted at the message to you but never brought it up directly when he’d noticed your apprehension to it. 

Had you seen what your very inebriated self had said. Hell Yeah!

Were you about to address like a grown instead ignoring it and hoping it went away. Fuck NO!

You had walked on eggshells the entire meal hoping that he wouldn’t be like the last ex and bring it up to minorly degrade you for your not-so vanilla thoughts about sex.

Now the two of you in the span of your seventh month relationship had made out thousands of times, dry humped to the point of near chaffing, and as of recent you had let Austin have the precious honor of beautifully deflowering your last innocent petal.

Still every encounter you'd had since then had been pretty vanilla though.

It was true to say that he wasn't completely unfamiliar with the idea, years ago when he and Vanessa were together they had toyed with the idea of a Dom/Sub dynamic. Ultimately when it came down to it, Vanessa wanted to opt to keep their relationship plainly vanilla.

But he'd be lying if he said that during the experimentation that he didn't like it....because he did.....quite a bit.

He also knew that you read fanfiction a little and had seem some of your steamy novels you owned when skimming through your book shelf.

Still you'd never directly or soberly brought it up!

So right now even the slightest idea that you may have been considering taking on this kind of  commitment into your guy's relationship, not only intrigued his curiosity but it also made his dick jump.

While he sat there toying with the newfound idea he'd entirely forgotten where he was, which meant that he'd accidentally been ignoring you.

Hence when you all of a sudden appeared infront of him, he was taken aback blinking hard for a few seconds trying to refocus his whole attention to you, " I'm sorry, mama. What'd you say? I accidentally zoned out for a minute."

Giving his a odd look you said, " Originally I asked what time did the movie start. Then I didn't hear you say anything back so I came out to see if you're okay?" You expressed moving one of your goddess braids away from your face so you could analyze his expression better.

Internally he laughed smiling at your concern, " Yeah, honey. I'm fine. Just thinking is all. Don't you go worrying that pretty little head either." He affirmed knowing how sometimes could unintentionally work yourself about things.

" You sure? " You questioned moving to now standing in-between his legs rubbing alone hand up his chest.

" Absolutely." He said shooting you a smile, " Now go on and go finish up. So we won't be late." He released you gently nudging you forward.

Nodding you walked away hearing him call after you, " And make sure you grab a nice size jacket, honey. Can't have my baby getting sick."

You playfully rolled your eyes giggling at your always overprotective man, " Okay dad! " You loudly goofed back.

Hearing you Austin quietly chuckled at the all too ironic comment.

He took it as a sign.

I guess now or never! He thought before responding, " Did you mean to say okay daddy, baby?"

When the words reached your ears your heart had dropped to the soles of your shoes.

What the fuck?!

Panic had begun to sink in.

The message the other night!

Shit! I thought he forgot!

What did he know?!

And then in your distraught haze..it hit you!

You didn't close your computer!

Your tumblr open!

FUCK!

And in that moment instead of responding you just in a split decision decided not to respond, instead just choosing to continue your accessory assessments.  

Ignore and pretend.

Which in the end you should have known was a mistake, " Baby..." Austin's voice bounced off the walls.

He sat waiting for you to respond playing with his fingers. Magnus had now abandoned him for his bed on the other side of the room.

Had he scared you off?

Cause that certainly wasn't at all the intention.

When he didn't hear anything back after a while, he decided to go see for himself getting up from his seat.

Your heart thumped the closer you heard his footsteps getting. Bracing yourself for what you knew was probably going to happen next.

The beginning would be the " this isn't gonna work out.", Or the " this is too weird." And hopefully not the age old, " it's not you, it's me."

Because who wanted to hear that.

Pricks of wetness started gathering at your waterline and your palms felt hot.

Once finally he reached your bedroom, he saw you standing there at your vanity aimlessly playing around with little knick knacks.

Obviously trying to calm yourself, you could hear him softly closing the door behind him.

Slowly walking over, he stood behind you lightly slipping his arm past you to gently take the little lip balm out of your hand you'd been fiddling with replacing it with his own, interlocking your fingers together. He used his other hand to slowly lift up your head so you were forced to face the reflections of you two.

Resting his head down on your shoulder he pressed your backside against him even more firmly making your body's natural reaction to relax into his touch set in.

Feeling more mild you figured that you'd might as well start before he could get a chance to say anything, just rip off the band-aid and do you both a favor. " So I take it you seen? " You managed out still avoiding his gaze in the mirror.

" Yeah..I did." He confirmed and that's when the waterworks started.

" Hey..hey...hey." He cooed, " None of that. I hope I'm not seeing any tears of shame in those pretty eyes, baby. Because there ain't nothing shameful about his. You hear me? You don't ever need to hide your curiosities from me."

You paused a minute.

" So you don't think it's weird...or gross..or anything." You sniffled staring straight in his eyes.

" No baby I don't....If anything I-I think it would kind of suit us..."

The stare you were giving each other felt even more intense, like you were pouring yourselves into each other without stopping at the ' fill here line'.  

" Especially if this is something you wanna seriously explore....I'm more than willing." He confused rubbing your stomach soothingly.

" Really." You quipped, " You mean it..."

Part of you couldn't...no rather, wanted to refuse what you were hearing could be true.

You felt him tense behind you, " Now baby I told you before, I won't lie to you. Ever no matter what. So that shouldn't be a question." He reminded you of the promise he'd made.

" Yes really, baby. I mean from what bit of knowledge I have, a Dom, as they call it is suppose to be all about leading and protecting their Sub. And be able to supply endless love and stability. Caring for them not only physically, but more importantly mentally." He explained.

" And baby that's everything I wanna be for you outside the bedroom, let alone in it."

Your cheeks flushed hard and your heart was starting to get that gooey feeling in it that you'd come to love.

" But the real question is..." He started moving his head so his mouth was teasingly hovering over your clavicle moving a few of your braids out the way, Are you ready to willing submit yourself to me?"

" Ready to trust me enough to let me lead and guide you, baby."

" To let me protect and care for you. Fulfil your needs and desires but still keep you humble and discipline. And to make love and fuck your brains out when called for." He jested making you giggle at his comment.

" Are you really ready for me to be your daddy, baby?" He finished pinning light pecks on you.

You were stunned at this declaration, it felt so sweetly intense and you could only just stare deeply in your heavy trance giving a mindless nod.

Only a second later you could feel his hand slide slowly down your back until it reached your ass giving it a particularly tight squeeze causing you to intake a breath to suppress a whine.

" I don't think that's a proper answer, baby." Austin's breath fleeted across the back of your neck from how close he was. " Try it, again."

You now felt like you had the biggest lump of coal in your throat, and a ever bigger heartbeat in your pussy.

" Yes, Daddy. I-I am." You shakily corrected yourself, not knowing how much more restraint you could muster before you tried to turn around straight up jump his bones.

The grip he had on you now was even firmer and it felt so good...too good. The hand that was on your ass previously, had now snacked it's way to lightly grip at your neck. Just pressing down hard enough to leave you feebly breathless. Pulling you back to leave no room between the swelling erection he had and your tender ass. You really were suppressing yourself now and the slight burning moans that wanted to escape your throat.

Thinking that he wouldn't take note, even though he of course had, Austin spoke, " Baby you remember the safe word that you used a couple weeks ago."

" Yes, Daddy. I do." You replied almost too eagerly remembering how not to long ago he had taken you so well on his kitchen floor that in the middle of the escapade a safe word had to be made.

Fun times.

At this point you'd say anything to sedate the yearning feeling that your body had taken on.

" Repeat it for me, now?"

" Peach."

He groaned in approval, " Good girl" He praised unexpectedly dampening the small puddle that was beginning to form in your panties.

" Going forward at any point of what we're about to do, you start to feel uncomfortable you better not hesitate to use your words, understand."

" Yes, Daddy."

" That's my best girl. Now, raise your arms up for me, honey." He commanded helping you to remove your sweater. Moving his hands to run his fingertips to your front bra clasp unhooking it, letting the yellow and pink garment fall.

Next he moved to rid you of your jeans and matching underwear to leave you bare as the day you were born.

From behind you could hear the familiar rustling of Austin's pants and boxers being discarded along with his shirt. So the only thing you felt was the cool sensations of his rings against your skin. He purposely pushed forward pressing himself against you, and you couldn't help the almost now near painful drumming from your pussy reach a new high.

" Place your hands on the top of the table and lean forward, sweetheart." His voice practically oozed sex.

Obliging quickly feeling one of his hands come upon the small of your back gently guiding you to his desired arch. Until he kept going opting to run a shallow touch all the way down your embarrassingly dripping slit.

Dropping your head a bit in anticipation, you yelped once you felt his slightly calloused hand go straight to sting your ass. Allowing a thumb to move over the newly tingling skin.

" Eyes forward on Daddy, babygirl. Keep your head up or I'll keep it up for you. " He growled.

  " Okay." You breathed wanting to test the new-found waters a little bit.

Just how far could you push him?

And just like you thought another blow even rougher than the last was administered, but this time you didn't quell the whimper that left you.

" You must want to not be able to sit down for the next couple of days, huh honey. Cause you're being real hard headed. And you know they say a hard head makes a soft ass." He rasped.

“ Yes,Daddy. I’m sorry.” You whispered audible enough for him to hear.

Damn you sounded pathetic! But who cared!

   You bit your lip hiding a moan. Impatiently sticking your ass out more trying to silently tell of your need.

He instead continued his torture, " tsk tsk, Somebody needs to have some patience." Causing a improper whine to leave you. And at that sound him nor his dick could take it anymore.

Once you felt him finally start to ease into you, you wanted to let go right then ( especially hearing the sounds he made), but you instead tried focusing on trying to control your non-existent breathing while he pushed in further until you could feel him at your brim welcoming the achingly delicious stretch you were finding yourself becoming completely addicted to.

After a few seconds of stillness you broke, “ Daddy…please move.” You asked in want.

Chuckling he pulled all the way back out making you whine in protest, “ You sure you want me to move, honey?”

Huffing you knew the game he was playing but you were borderline desperate at this point, Yes daddy. I want you pound into me so good.” You moaned

Then he whispered, " So, you want Daddy to break you in and ruin you, is that it? So no else can have you. Make sure I fuck you so good that your pussy becomes molded to just my dick forever.” He questioned squeezing your throat tighter. Now you felt light headed like a good case of head rush.

" Yes..Daddy Please ruin me. Ruin this pussy please!!. Your pussy! “ You shamelessly empathized whimpering.

“ You sure baby girl, that you want it cause it doesn’t sound like it to me.” He furthered rubbing the tip of himself along your unsettling swollen clit.

“ Fuck.” You breathed out, “ Fuck Daddy please put it in so I can cum all over your fat fucking dick please.” You begged purposefully looking over shoulder at him casting a feening expression.

“ Well since you said please.” He grumbled.

Groaning he started to slowly stroked into you going all the way in and bringing himself all the way out to the very tip of himself before slamming back in causing unworldly moans to spring out and accompany the groans and filthy things he whispered in your ear before softly biting it in a attempt to get you both were you needed to go.

And from there ruin you he did in the best possible way, with aftercare that was to die for!

[rayslittlekitten]

The Girl Who Cried Daddy

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: Thank you @lovebarefootblonde for beta reading!

Word Count: 1,174

Pairing: Dad!Will x Wife F!Reader; Dad!Will & Daughter OC (Lucy)

Plot: You try to soothe Lucy as she misses her daddy.

Contains: comfort

Lucy is inconsolable. You've tried everything. You’ve tried rocking her, distracting her with her favorite toys, snacks, the TV, but nothing is working. You've even tried showing her pictures and videos of Will which worked for all of fifteen minutes. Seeing his face and hearing his voice isn’t enough for her. She needs to be held by him.

"I want daddy!" Lucy shrieks.

Since Lucy’s birth, Will hasn't been to Benny's fights as often as he used to and tries to make an effort to show up once a month and tonight is one of those nights. In fact, Benny swears it's his last one. He's got a baby on the way and his pregnant girlfriend isn't too keen on him fighting for a living.

Lucy isn't usually this fussy when Will isn't home, but it must be a full moon or something. It's way past her bedtime and she hasn't stopped crying for Will since she realized he was gone. You figured she would have tired herself out eventually, but this little girl doesn't seem to be going to sleep anytime soon. 

In one last ditch effort, you grab the hoodie Will wore yesterday and give it to Lucy. She continues to wail while grasping onto the hoodie, but you notice her crying quiets down a bit. Lucy clutches the hoodie closer to her body and presses her face on it. She starts chewing on the tip of the drawstring. You're really hoping it would be enough to hold her over.

"D-daddy?" Lucy looks up at you.

"Daddy will be home soon, okay?" You reassure her.

You then see the corner of her lips turning down again and tears falling down her blue eyes.

"I want daddy!" Lucy cries out again.

"Oh, honey." You pick her up and hold her while she still clings on to Will's hoodie. You bounce her in your arms and rub her back, trying to soothe her. 

“I know, baby. I want daddy to be home too.” 

You're hanging by the thinnest thread and ready to join Lucy if she still keeps this up. You partially blame Will. He's made a whole ritual of putting Lucy to bed every night, rocking her and serenading her before tucking her in, but when you do it, it's not quite the same. You were looking forward to a few hours of quiet time to yourself after a long day. You let out a heavy sigh and check your phone to make sure you didn't miss a text or call from Will. 

The familiar sound of the front door unlocking makes your ears perk and honestly relieved that not just is your husband home, but also it's a sound other than your daughter screaming her head off. Her little two-year old lungs pack quite a punch. After closing the door, Will announces he's home. He follows Lucy's cries and as soon as she sees him, instead of calming down, her bawling intensifies.

"Daddy! Daddy! I want daddy!"

She lets go of the hoodie and scrambles to get out of your embrace as she reaches out for Will with both arms, and practically leaps into Will's, wrapping herself around his neck.

"Shh, what's the matter, baby? Why are you crying?" Will asks, sticking his nose into her hair and rubbing her back. 

“She has been like this for the last two hours. I couldn't get her to stop," you tell him.

“Aww, you’re giving your mother a hard time?” Will kisses the top of her head and Lucy makes a noise while reaching for her father’s fuzzy face.

“She misses you.”

"You silly little girl," Will leans into her palm and pretends to try to eat her fingers, making her giggle. "Daddy's home now."

"She wouldn't stop asking for you," you add.

"I'm so sorry. I know I'm late. I got caught up and lost track of time. Tom made a rare appearance so me and the guys grabbed a drink after," Will tells you and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“No!” Lucy lets out a weak protest as she tries to push your face away with her baby hand while her eyes fight to stay open. She’s still got some spunk in her but at least she’s no longer crying.

“Hey! No!” Will firmly says to her. “No hitting mommy,” he points a finger at her.

You and Will laugh. That possessiveness is a phase - you hope.

"It smells like you had a whole bottle of whiskey," you move away from him, scrunching your nose.

"I had one beer and only one whiskey shot. That's all," Will says. 

"I promise," he winks. The spearmint gum he’s chewing on did nothing to mask the alcohol.

"Uh huh. So how was the fight?” you ask groggily.

“Ben won! Took him out for a last hurrah to celebrate since Benny’s not gonna have that chance to do so when the baby comes,” Will answers. “Why don’t you go to bed? You look so tired. I'll take care of her." Will looks down at Lucy whose head is resting on his shoulder with her eyes closed and one hand slowly slipping away from his beard.

“You’ve had her for not even two minutes and she’s knocked out.” You throw your hands up in the air in surrender. “I’m afraid if I try to take her from you she’s just going to cry again. She’s a daddy’s girl, through and through.”

“Aww, she loves you too,” Will says. “Especially during feeding time. I think she loves your tits more than I do,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, well, these are gonna go out of commission soon,” you cup yourself. “Weaning process has begun. So sooner or later, she'll realize I’m no longer the source of food and daddy will make her everything she asks for,” you point out.

“So…” Will steps in closer to you as he glances down at your chest. “Does that mean I can finally–” he reaches up to touch you, but you slap his hand away. From the moment you started breastfeeding, Will has had zero access to your constant growing and deflating boobs. It used to be Will who would pull your shirt down and latch his mouth onto them, but it became Lucy’s thing.

“No touching yet,” you tell him and then cover your mouth to yawn.

“Come on, let’s get the two of you tucked in,” Will says.

He wraps his free arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest next to Lucy. You wrap your arms around his waist and press your forehead against his collarbone. He rubs his cheek against your hair and inhales the floral scent of your shampoo. 

“I know you’ve been doing a lot for Lucy - for us, and I really appreciate that.” 

As much as he enjoyed drinking and shooting the shit with his boys, truthfully, right now is where he’d much rather be, with his two favorite girls in his arms. Will takes your hand in his and leads you up the stairs.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Honey, I’m Home

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: You’re not a normally an affectionate person but when Tom comes home from filming, you can’t keep your hands off him. He happily accepts your cuddles and fluff ensues

thank you to the anon who requested this! I deleted it on accident 

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“Honey, I’m home.”

“Honey, you’re home.” You ran into the room when you heard Tom’s announcement and threw your arms around Him. He stumbled back in surprise as he dropped his suitcase, not used to you showing affection. He wrapping his arms around your waist as you coiled your legs around his torso to keep yourself up, all while pressing kisses along his cheek. You pulled away briefly before grinning and pulling him into a long, well awaited kiss. It lingered much longer than usual before you pulled away, staying in his arms as your feet touched the ground again.

“Hi, darling.” He spoke softly as he rubbed your back. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” You said as you took in his scent. “Never leave again.”

“I missed you most.” He smiled fondly, cupping your face in his hands and rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.

“I seriously doubt it.” You chuckled out of the corner of your mouth. Tom noticed you were still holding on to him and flushed a little. You’d hadn’t been dating very long, just a few months, but he was already well aware that you were not a very affectionate person. You were never cold to him, you just weren’t as into cuddling and touching as he was.

“What have you done today?” He asked you, keeping his arms firmly around your body.

“I’ve waited for you to come home.” You laughed. “And that’s about it.”

“Aw.” He grinned. “I’ve been counting down the minutes until I got to see you again.”

“Me too.” You leaned up on your tip toes to rub your nose against his. “Take me with you next time, okay?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” He smiled and pulled you in to a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” You pouted as Tom began to walk away, feeling the urge to follow after him.

“The bathroom.” He told you, and you relaxed. “I’ve been in the car for four hours.”

“Oh.” You laughed lightly. “Right.”

“I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead before going to the bathroom. You sighed once he left and wheeled his suitcase into the bedroom, finding him washing his hands at the kitchen sink when you returned.

“There you are.” You came behind him and kissed his shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” He touched a hand to his stomach. “Do we have any food in the refrigerator?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged coyly. “Take a look.”

Tom gave you a knowing look before opening the refrigerator.

“Oh My God.” He looked at you over his shoulder. “You angel. You got the ingredients for a roast chicken.”

“Not just any roast chicken.” You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’s that weird one you like with the apples on it. I was gonna make it for when you got home but I figured we could do it together.”

“You’re a genius.” He turned around and kisses both your cheeks. That’s why I love you.”

“I aim to please.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him. You let it linger longer than usual, but he wasn’t complaining.

“This is going to be so good.” Tom grinned once he pulled away. “I’ll start peeling the apples. Could you get started on the seasoning?”

“You got it.” You kissed him again before getting the chicken out of the refrigerator.

Tom went to the kitchen counter and began to wash and peel a few apples. After a few minutes, he felt your arms around his waist as your head rested on his shoulder.

“Hi.” You greeted as you kissed his shoulder a few times. Tom smiled to himself as he looked at you.

“Hey.” He said softly. “How’s the seasoning going?”

“All done. The chicken is marinating in it now.” You told him before peppering kisses along his shoulders and up his neck.

“Feels good, baby.” He mumbled as he stopped peeling the apples. He wiped his hands off on a paper towel and rested them on on top of yours.

“Well you’re doing such a wonderful job peeling those apples.” You giggled before kissing behind his ear.

“They’re almost done.” He told you. “What’s next?”

“We have to make the rice.” You said as you walked over to the cabinet.

“But we don’t eat rice.” He smiled, knowing what was coming.

“We eat quinoa.” You finished his thought as you handed him the quinoa. Tom chuckled as he took the quinoa and poured it into a pot.

“Hey.” You said suddenly, walking over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I missed you. I missed seeing your face everyday.”

“I missed you too, love. It’s not a good day for me unless my eyes meet yours.” He rested his forehead against yours as you scratched his scalp with your nails.

“Who knew you were such a poet?”

“Being away from you really put me in touch with my inner tortured artist. In other words, I cried every night.” He joked, making you laugh.

“Never leave me again.” You sighed as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You swayed together in the kitchen for a moment, just staying in each other’s embrace.

“Not planning on it. I think you’re stuck with me forever, actually.” Tom told you as he kissed the top of your head.

“Sounds good to me.” You pressed a kiss to his neck just as your timer went off.

“Chickens ready to go in the oven.” You sighed and reluctantly pulled out of his embrace.

“I’ll put it in.” He offered. “How long?”

“30 minutes.” You answered.

“Okay.” Tom slid the chicken in the oven and shut the door. “I’m gonna unpack a little.”

“By unpack do you mean throw all your clothes in the hamper?” You raised on eyebrow at him as you squeezed his hand.

“Yes I do.” He pulled you by the hand into his body and gave you another kiss before retreating to the bedroom. You watched him leave before going to set the table, smiling widely when he came back into the kitchen.

“Hi honey.” You greeted as you set two plates on the table. “Did you unpack?”

“Yes. I’ll help you with the laundry tomorrow.” Tom promised, going to the oven to get the chicken out.

“Thank you.” You said as you set the drinks out. “I just want to sleep in and have a lazy day.”

“Trust me. Once I get in that bed with you I’m not leaving for a week.” Tom clicked his tongue as he pulled your chair out for you.

“Dirty boy.” You gasped as you sat down. Once you were both seated, you rubbed your foot against his leg just to keep contact.

“I meant for cuddles.” He whined, face flushing. “You’re very cuddly today.”

“Why thank you.” You gave him a poised smile while serving him some chicken.

“I’m not used to it.” He continued, trying to get an answer as to why you were especially clingy. “I know I’m a lover of snuggles and whatnot but you usually react like a cat being touched.”

“Aw. Just what every girl likes to hear.” You replied sarcastically as you held his hand on the table.

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed your hand apologetically. “It’s a nice change.”

“Well I missed you.” You shrugged. “I didn’t get to touch you for two weeks. I’ve been building it up, you know?”

“I know the feeling. And the chicken was amazing.” Tom said as he wiped his face with his napkin. “Thank you so much for getting the stuff.”

“Of course. You work so hard. I wanted you to have a nice meal.” Your told him as you collected your plates. You kissed the top of his head before putting the dishes in the sink.

“I appreciate it.” He said as he turned around in his seat. “And I appreciate you putting my favorite sheets on the bed. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

You walked over to him and draped your arms around his shoulder as you bent over.

“I’ll put the comforter in the dryer before we go to bed so it’s nice and toasty.” You whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek several times.

“How did I get so lucky?” He craned his neck to look at you fondly.

“I ask myself that everyday.” You kissed his neck and patted his shoulder before continuing to clean off the table.

“I’m gonna shower real quick.” Tom told you as he put the cups in the sink. “I feel gross form traveling all day.”

“Okay.” You frowned a little upon hearing he was going to be leaving again. Before he walked away, you tugged on his shirt and kissed him. He chuckled against your lips when he pulled away and let out a sigh.

“You really missed me, huh?” He teased.

“You have no idea.” You sighed. “Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” He promised as he left for the bathroom. He showered quickly, also feeling the tug at his heartstrings from being away from you. He dried off and got dressed as fast as he could before taking a seat in the living room.

“Hey.” Tom smiled up at you when you padded into the room. You climbed into his lap and curled up against his body, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to stay in place.

“Hey.” You snuggled into his chest and took in a whiff. “You smell good.”

“Thank you.” He chuckled and rubbed your back in circles.

“Did you clean behind your ears?” You teased as you looked up at him.

“I did.”

“Good.” You looked down again and held him tighter. “They’re kinda hard to miss.”

“Hey.” He pretended to be offended, smiling when he felt your body shake with laughter.

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you toyed with the strings of his sweat pants. “Just teasing.”

“Are you okay?” Tom asked finally. As much as he appreciated all your affection, it was very out of character for you.

“Yeah.” You assured him. “Just missed you, is all.”

“You’re never this affectionate.” He pointed out. “Is something bothering you?”

“No.” You said and took your head off his shoulder. “Sorry. I’ll stop.”

“No!” Tom practically shouted and pulled you right back. “I like it. I love it, actually.”

He bent down to press kisses all over your face, a giggle emitted from your lips each time he did. Once your laughter died down, you looked up at him and stroked his cheek.

“Does it bother you that I’m not an affectionate person?” You whispered as you traces his freckles with your fingernail.

“I mean, I’d love to be doing this all day every day, but I want you to be comfortable. That’s more important to me than anything else.” He told you. “My love language is touch but yours isn’t, and I’m okay with that.”

You smiled fondly at him and sat up a little so your faces were close.

“Tommy?” You asked softly.

“Yes?” He matched your tone.

“This was the first time you were away, and it made me realize something.”

“What’s that?” He tilted his head as the setting sun lit up his eyes.

“I love you.” You smiled shyly as you told him. “And I don’t like being apart from you.”

“Aw, darling.” He put his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb softly against your face. “I love you too.”

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Closed Signal - Tom Hardy smut

The one where Tom fears he might be getting too old for you

Warnings: smut, implied age gap, implied size kink, inappropriate drunk friend, insecure!Tom, dirty talk, daddy kink, exhibitionism kink, mention of overstimulation, name-calling, jealousy, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: this idea came from a request and I took advantage of the plot bunny to make it as some sort of follow-up to this story. Can totally be read by itself though - as most of my stuff 🤔

The party was going in full swing by the time Tom arrived. He’d been working like crazy lately, doing pre-production work for his next movie, which was one he was quite excited about.

It was completely different from anything he’d ever done before, and while that in itself presented a risk, my boyfriend was precisely the type to thrive in that anxiety. He just put a lot of himself in the process, and it’d been getting more and more difficult to see him outside of breakfast or bed time, so I was really excited when he agreed to meet me here.

“There you are, baby.” I smiled widely as his familiar mob of hair - now slightly grown for the role - appeared in the distance, briefly distracted from the conversation I’d been entertaining with my friend Chris. “I missed you.”

I stood up on my tiptoes to kiss him when he was close enough, rubbing my cheek against his bearded one. He was also letting it grow for the role, and I didn’t tell him, but the spots of white hair were disturbingly arousing to me, as if it reminded me of the age gap in our relationship, the almost taboo nature of it.

“Hey man, how have you been?” Chris nodded towards Tom, slapping his bicep as he approached to say hello. My boyfriend pointed at the beer in our hands, confirming, “Are you drinking beer?” to which I sheepishly waved the empty bottle I was holding.

“I finished mine, I was about to go and get another.” But Tom, ever the gentleman, was already shaking his head.

“Stay here, I’ll grab us both new ones.” My eyes trailed after him as he left, taking in the expanse of his back, how it signaled how much larger than my body his was. It still brought a shiver down my spine, a year after we’d started dating.

It was silent for a while as I couldn’t remember what it was that I’d been chatting with Chris until he was the one who broke the silence. “I’ll never understand how the hell Tom  managed to get with you.”

The sentence was so out of place it took me a while to figure out how the hell to respond to it, and in that silence, drunk and inappropriate Chris prospered.

“Is it a kinky thing?” I was once again taken by surprise, mouth hanging open as I stared at my friend without believing what was coming out of his. “Do you get off on being his little girl or something?”

My face felt warm as he finally shut his mouth, but I didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or pure, unadulterated anger. “Why the fuck do you think that it’s appropriate to talk to me like that, Chris?”

My tone and words shocked him, the widened eyes said as much. “Oh, sorry.” He gulped and shifted from one foot to another, and still he couldn’t help but insist, “I just… Isn’t he a bit too old for you?”

I narrowed my eyes at him with my blood pumping inside my veins, particularly because I could see Tom had frozen in his tracks right behind the man that had angered me, clearly having heard what was said and also clearly taken back by it.

“Chris, he’s not even five years older than you.” The way is eyebrows shot up wasn’t comforting to me in the slightest.

“Oh, shit! Really? The white beard threw me off completely.”

The night was pretty much over for the both of us after this. I knew Tom was stuck on Chris’s words and I also knew I wouldn’t be able to talk him out of it. I’d have to wait until he decided to speak his mind to me.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long. As we prepared for bed that evening, he approached me with cautious steps as I braced myself for what was coming, but I was pleasantly surprised by the tone of jest he assumed to complain, “My bones ache.”

I stared at his childish pout for a long time, not quite believing this is how he was going to go on about this until finally laughter escaped my chest. “And still, you fuck me just right,” I teased him, making him scoff as he averted his gaze, but I knew I’d played this to his ego.

A small silence followed my response, a pause in which I watched him gather his thoughts before he met my eyes to question, “Don’t you think I’m too old for you?” Opening up a slow smile, I opened my arms to welcome him into my embrace as I retorted, “I obviously don’t.”

Still, he sighed, rubbing his full beard against my neck as he listened to my heartbeat, so I proceeded, “And I also think our age gap is sexy.” That got his attention. He licked his lips as he sat up slightly, hovering over my lying body as he took in the shirt of his I was wearing to bed - and nothing else.

“Oh, is that so?”

Biting my lip to stop my smirk from growing, I nodded before voicing, “Yes… daddy.”

The way his eyes darkened was undeniable and it fed this hunger inside of me that I wasn’t expecting to feel. Suddenly, I was up on my knees, pushing him back against the bed as I took my place over his lap.

“Would you like to fuck me in front of Chris, baby?” His hands on my naked hips tightened to the point of bruising. I relished in it. “Make him see how well you give it to me?”

The fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear under his sweatpants definitely helped me when I slid them down just enough to grab a hold of his dick. “Make him watch as you fucked me senseless, make me cry for you to stop while you kept fucking me until I pass out?”

“He could never get me this wet.” He felt what I meant the second I started to slowly sit down on his dick, biting my lower lip to stop myself from screaming at the pleasurable stretch. “All you have to do is stare at me and I’m ready for your cock, daddy.”

He pulled me by the back of my neck to meet his lips, panting against mine in something that was less of a kiss and more of a different way to breathe me in. “You’re too fucking hot.” It sounded almost like a complaint. It made me laugh.

“C’mon, daddy,” I whined in my best bratty voice, the one that called out to Tom like a flame did to a moth. “Take it out on me. Use me.” This time he did kiss me - and it was wild and forceful, like the way he started thrusting up against me just before he threw me on the bed to take his place on top of my body.

“You’re my perfect little slut, huh?” He nuzzled the crook of my neck, breathing me in as I wiped away the taste of him from my lips. I was obsessed with it, just like I was obsessed with every part of him. “So you don’t think about him when I’m fucking you?”

The question was paired with a forceful thrust that ended with the head of his cock rubbing precisely against my sweet spot, making me mewl underneath him. “Answer me, darling.”

His hand covered my throat, easily catching my attention. I answered honestly. “I don’t think about him at all, daddy.” He seemed to like it, judging by the way he immediately started fucking me against the bed, forcing me to hold onto his shoulders as I screamed in pleasure.

“Good answer, sweetheart,” he chuckled, mouth exploring every inch of skin he could reach. “You take me so well, baby,” he complimented, knowing how it always got to me. “I bet Chris gets off thinking about doing this to you, fucking you like I’m doing right now. But he never will, huh?”

I was quick to shake my head, incapable of voicing a simple ‘no’ with how drunk on his cock I felt. “That’s my girl.” The thought of being his had been such a distant dream for so long that just those words were enough to set me off, leading me to an orgasm that milked his too.

As he emptied himself inside of me, he softly fell over my body, smashing me against the mattress. “Tommy…” I whined, trying to push him away, much to his amusement. “’Can’t breathe.”

He was still laughing when he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I’d lay my head on his chest. It was quiet and peaceful for a while, my breathing slowly getting deeper and deeper as I listened to his heartbeat right by my ear until…

“Don’t fall asleep on me, baby.” His voice was quiet as he brushed my hair away from my face, trying to get a clear view of my expression before he continued, “I still have enough stamina to fuck you through the night.”

All I could do was snort, hiding my face against his skin before I teased him, “Good, because I desperately want your cock in my mouth.”

[marvelouspeterparker]

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pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

request: okok i have a mob!tom idea... what about tom having to work until veeeryyyy late at night cause he’s like drowning in paperwork and all that mob crap i wouldn’t know about... and when he finally stops he comes to your room to find you asleep and he’s like instantly relieved to see his princess after all that stress (can involve some smutty smut or else what’s the point). by anonymous

warnings: smut but it’s soft

word count: 1.7k

notes: ok i love this concept + this has been a wip for a while now and i’m honestly not sure how i like it, i kinda struggled for some reason but i hope you enjoy. this wasn’t rly what i wanted to post first and i’m kinda nervous tbh but here you go! just a short, sweet smut to get back in the groove <3

There was something reassuring and almost soothing to Tom about coming home to you after a long day at work. His days were sometimes filled with blood, betrayal, violence, frustrations, and nothing good––but none of that would matter when he stepped into the comfort of your bedroom, the warmth of your embrace, basked in the light of your presence. 

He would often feel the tension rolling off of his shoulders as soon as he set his eyes on you, the light of his life. No matter how dark his days would get, how brutal his job forced him to become, you would always bring him back to you, with your words, your company. 

Tonight, was luckily not bloody, but rather boring and exhausting. Tom spent hours in a room with dozens of other men, bosses, associates of other mobs writing up agreements, making deals, negotiations over territories, clubs, money. He was done with them all the minute he stepped foot at the designated meetup location and even texted you throughout the meeting to get through it. As soon as everything was done he was the first one out of the door. 

You often tried to stay up and wait for him on long nights like these, but sometimes, you couldn’t overcome the fatigue, and Tom couldn’t blame you. As he stepped into your bedroom quietly, he perked up when he noticed the light was still on but smiled softly when he noticed your figure curled up on the bed. You were dressed in your pajamas, since it was technically early in the morning now, but you were lying on top of the covers, meaning you had tried to stay up but ultimately failed. 

Tom slowly closed the door, careful not to make too much noise and put his cufflinks away first, in the dish on the dresser, then he went into the walk-in closet and put his shoes away before undressing down to his boxers. It wasn’t until he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up before bed that you woke up, the sound of running water stirring you awake. 

“Tommy?” Your voice was sleepy and saccharine, luring him to bed like a siren. “Is that you?” 

“Yeah baby, I’m here.” He dried off and shut off the bathroom light before making his way over to your side. He bent down and brought a hand to your cheek, gently holding your face as he looked at you with tired eyes. 

You cleared your throat, your eyes blinking up at him slowly. “Did you just get here?” 

He nodded, his thumb caressing your cheek, this close to lulling you back to sleep. “Meeting went on for ages. They just would not stop talking.” You knew he was honestly irritated, but the frown on his face and the furrow between his brows was nothing but cute to you and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet breath of laughter, making him smile down at you. 

“Get in bed with me?” 

“Of course.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and climbed over you, pulling the covers out from under you and tucking the both of you in. You turned in his arms and placed a hand on his neck, looking up at him fondly. He looked at you for a moment before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours gently, leaving a few small pecks that got longer and longer until you were pulling each other closer, desperate to feel one another. You were breathing slowly and deeply, in sync, your arms wrapped around each other tightly.

You rubbed your thighs together, suddenly remembering how needy you had gotten when he was gone before you had fallen asleep. You took a deep breath and sighed at the feeling and Tom quirked a brow, immediately recognizing the sound. 

He pulled away slightly and brought his hand back up to your cheek, taking note of the glint in your gaze. “I know that look in your eye, darling.” He smirked softly. “Someone feeling a bit needy?” 

“Please.” You pouted, mind too tired to let out full sentences and Tom was quick to indulge you.

His hand trailed down between your legs and raised his brows when he felt the wetness on your panties. “See you kept busy while I was gone, hm darling?” You nodded innocently and he growled, capturing your lips with his, his voice hot and heavy with need as he whispered against your mouth. “Yeah? You touched your pretty pussy thinking about me while I was away? Such a naughty little thing.” He quickly slipped your panties off and out of the way and bit his lip at how you purred and arched under his touch, your body practically melting from the touch it was desperately aching for. 

You rolled your hips as his fingers swiped between your folds, spreading your mess around almost lovingly. Tom slipped a finger inside you and kissed down to your neck, making sure to leave a few bold marks just the way he liked. You felt him smirk against your skin before his tongue swiped against it, a second finger making its way into you. It didn’t take long for him to find and tease your spot with his fingertips––the feeling making you gasp and writhe under him, your hands desperately reaching to grab his hair in one and his arm in the other.

He pumped his digits in and out of you at a teasing pace until your skin felt hot and you could barely breathe, until he could see from the look in your eye and the way your lips parted, unable to let words pass through them, that you needed more. Soon enough, his fingers were quickly pounding into you, the sound of your wetness against his hand almost deafening in the quiet room. 

He nuzzled against your cheek adoringly as if he wasn’t touching your most sensitive parts. His voice was as soft as his lips as they grazed against your skin. “Come on lovie, fall apart on my fingers. Wanna feel you make a mess in my palm.” He pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves and your fingers dug further into him, your mouth dropping open as you finally reached your peak. 

Your back arched slowly and you swore you could feel every muscle in your body from your head to your toes as the pleasure spread through your core, your stomach, and down your thighs. The world went silent for a few seconds until you came to again, the feeling of Tom’s lips against your cheek and his fingers soothingly rubbing between your legs bringing you back.

You blinked slowly a few times before turning to look at him, a lazy smile on your face. You slid a hand up to his jaw and closed the distance between you, thanking him through a passionate kiss. You tried to pull him on top of you and he obliged, sliding between your legs without pulling away from your lips. He pressed his hips down against yours and you gasped into the kiss from the feeling of the fabric against your sensitive core. 

Tom sucked on your bottom lip and pulled away teasingly slowly to look in your eyes, one of his hands caressing your cheek, the other holding him up. “Are you sure you’re not too tired, love?” 

You shook your head immediately, “Just want you. Need you.” 

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Well my girl always gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” You bit your lip and nodded up at him cheekily, prompting him to kiss you again, this time on the lips. He pulled his member out and lined up at your entrance, swallowing your moans as he slid into you. He bottomed out and ground his hips against yours, relishing in the gasp you let out. He took both of your hands and pinned them on either side of you head, his fingers interlocked with yours as he started to thrust into you, his eyes watching you fondly and lustfully.

You whined and looked up at him, “Missed you Tommy.” 

“Yeah baby?” He moved closer and let his lips graze yours. “Well I missed this tight cunt too.” You moaned loudly, your head tilting back and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, leaning down to thrust deeper and slower, letting you feel every inch of him inside of you, all of his warmth on top of you. 

The two of you were holding on to each other, almost merging with how close you were––moaning and panting as you raced towards your highs. Your lips slotted together messily and desperately but still lovingly as you got closer and closer. 

“Can feel you clenching baby. Shit––You gonna come on my cock?” 

You wrapped your arms and legs around him tight and nodded, “Yes, please Tommy make me come––”

He slid his hand down to play with your clit the way you needed and groaned as his pace got sloppier, his thrusts deep and hard. “Fuck, come on darling, let go. Wanna feel you drip down my cock, that’s it––”

Your fingertips dug into his back and he buried his face into the crook of your neck as your back arched again, a sharp moan ripping from your throat as your body shuddered under his before he came undone soon after, biting your shoulder as he filled you up. 

You stayed like that, holding each other for a while before Tom started to get up slowly, kissing every inch of skin he could until he reached your lips, making you smile giddily. Though he wanted to stay in your arms forever if he could, he knew it was only right that he get up to clean you up. 

After gently dismissing your whines and pouts for him to stay in bed and kissing the back of your hand before promising to come back soon––it wasn’t long before he had tenderly cleaned you up with a soft washcloth and gotten back in bed with you.

He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you again, resuming the first position you’d been in when he’d first gotten home. You placed your head on his chest and looked up at him sleepily with a small smile which he returned. 

He pressed his lips against your forehead and swiped his thumb across your cheek, lulling you to sleep yet again. “You are the love, the light of my life.” 

You smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly. “And you’re my home.”