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Poor thing has a headache. 😖

Mythical Society

BTM: We Tried EVERY Gelato Flavor

BONUS: Tiny little peekaboo.

[synthetickitsune]

S.Coups (Seventeen) | Carrying you to bed comfort | 0.7k | gn!reader

It’s late. You should be in bed, but tomorrow you’re gonna wake up a couple hours later, so you wanna make the most of the day and stay up until the late hour. That’s really an oxymoron because what you’re doing is lying on Seungcheol’s chest. With your ear right above his heart, the soft relaxing sound of lo-fi playing in the background barely reaches you. He’s scrolling on his phone, leg bouncing to the rhythm and occasionally bumping into your leg. 

He’s solid and warm. The scent of his cologne lingers on his skin even after his shower, you can smell it faintly under the soft scent of his shirt. Your eyelids are getting heavy and your mind is foggy. You could fall asleep like this, but the couch is no place to sleep. Besides tomorrow is another day, which means responsibilities that have little to do with what you truly want to do, with what makes your heart and soul feel full. It’s alright, you remind yourself. This is good enough.

Yet it still makes a familiar burn spread beneath your eyelids and you need to take a few deep breaths to chase it away. 

“Oh, it’s getting late,” Seungcheol’s voice can be heard above your head and your hand grips his shirt a little tighter.

“Come on, love. Let’s get to bed,” he whispers, his voice sweeter now that he’s talking to you. When you don’t reply, you feel tension rise through his body. He knows you’re not asleep. 

“y/n?” he calls your name softly. He puts the phone down to rub your back. The burning is back, but you refuse to let the tears spill. It’s so stupid.

“Cheol?” you say and you know he can hear the hint of wobbliness in your voice. He keeps rubbing your back, waiting. “Can you carry me to bed today?”

It’s not far, and he’s strong enough to carry you a couple meters. He likes to boast about it and remind you of the fact by picking you up and spinning you in his arms even if for just a second. Even now you’d swear you felt him perk up. 

“Yeah, of course,” he kisses the top of your head, “No problem.” 

He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t tease you for being unreasonable or childish. You can hear the smile in his voice, the fondness that makes you feel warmth in your soul.

It takes some maneuvering but soon you’re securely in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he grants your wish. His hands support your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin out of habit.

He lays you down gently and helps you get under the covers, tucking you in when you settle in one position. Seungcheol sits on the edge and pets your hair.

“I’m gonna get some water, do you mind if I keep the lights on?”

You shake your head no and receive a kiss to your forehead in response. He’s only gone for a minute, but he’s careful when he sets down the glass.

The world falls into darkness behind your closed eyelids and you hear him pull off his shirt. Then he joins you in bed, crawling closer until you feel his body heat seeping into yours. He wraps an arm around you, spoils you with another kiss - this time to your temple - before he makes sure again that the blanket is securely covering your body.

“I think I’m gonna play on my phone for a while, do you mind?” he asks, holding you against him.

“No, but can you have the music on? It helps me sleep,” you murmur, grateful when he nods without any question. Soon enough, you feel him change his position without moving away from you. His body is still warm against yours.

“Good night, love,” he whispers with the sound playing lowly from his phone already. No shame, no questions, only blind hope for better tomorrow. 

“Good night,” you manage weakly, drifting off as his fingers absentmindedly stroke through your hair any chance he doesn’t need both hands to play.

[eth-edwards-73]

Comfort

Kenan Yildiz x reader warnings: none, sad Kenan

Your heart dropped when you saw Kenan pull his shirt over his head. You knew he’d take this hard because he was so optimistic before and this just crushed his dreams. Your work wouldn’t let you fly in for the games so you had to watch them from home and now you had to wait for him to come home before you could comfort him.

The second he got off the plane, you embraced him, just holding him tightly, trying to offer as much comfort as you could. The ride home was silent but not an awkward silence which was nice. You gently rubbed the pad of your thumb over his hand as you drove. 

“Warum hassen sie mich?” (Why do they hate me?) He quietly muttered once the both of you were laying down on the bed, his arms wrapped around you as he clinged onto you, you didn’t mind, you wanted him to be comfortable. Your face fell and softened at his question and you brought your hand up to his cheek, softly stroking his skin. 

“Sie wollen nur, dass jemand die Schuld gibt. Sie sind enttäuscht und müssen es an jemandem auslassen. Es ist nicht richtig, dass sie es an dir auslassen, es war nicht deine Schuld.” (They just want someone to blame. They're disappointed and need to take it out on someone. It isn't right that they're taking it out on you though, it wasn't your fault.) You quietly tell him as you press a soft kiss to his temple. He buries his head into your neck and you feel soft sobs rack through his body. Your heart clenches as he sobs into your neck and you gently run your hand through his hair, making soothing motions on his back with the other. 

“Lass es raus, Süße, es ist okay.” (Just let it out, sweetheart, it's okay.) You mutter as you hold him, trying your best to comfort him even though you don’t really know how because you haven’t gone through something similar. You’re trying your best and you know that he tried his best too but sometimes trying your best isn’t enough because the others are just better and that’s fine too, that’s the way life goes, some people just aren’t mature enough to realize it. 

It doesn’t take long for Kenan to fall asleep in your arms and you follow soon after. 

You wake up before Kenan and take the time to admire his face, he looks so peaceful and relaxed as he sleeps. You gently trace his features, you had truly missed him while he was away for the European Championship and although you wished he had gotten further, you were glad that he was back home with you. 

He stirs a little before opening his eyes, he’s still a little groggy from his sleep and he grumbles something incoherent before dropping his head back onto your chest, making you giggle. 

“Wir sollten aufstehen, Kenan, es ist schon 11 Uhr.” (We should get up, Kenan, it's already 11 o'clock.) You tell him softly as you try to sit up a little, he protests and pulls you back down, which makes you laugh. 

“Kenan, bitte.” (Kenan, please) You laugh as you try to sit up again and this time he just sighs and looks up at you with puppy eyes. 

“Okay, wir können aufstehen.” (Alright, we can get up.) He grumbles when he realizes you’re not backing down. He rolls off you and sighs while rubbing his eyes. You get up already and walk to the kitchen to make breakfast, giving Kenan a little more time to get up. 

He walks up behind you after a few minutes and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder and pressing a few soft kisses on your neck. You lean into his touch as you continue making the pancakes, carefully flipping them. 

“Ich weiß nicht, was ich getan habe, um dich zu verdienen.” (I don’t know what I did to deserve you.) He mutters into your ear, you smile and shrug a little. 

“Das frage ich mich auch, Hübscher.” (I ask myself the same question, pretty boy.) You reply before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and putting the pancakes on two plates, one for you and one for him. 

There’s a comfortable silence between the both of you as you eat at the dining table until he breaks the silence. 

“Wie soll ich mit dem Hass umgehen, den ich bekomme?” (How should I deal with the hate I'm getting?) He asks you, looking very unsure and vulnerable and you take his hand over the table. 

“Ich denke, es wäre am besten, wenn Sie die Kommentare zu Ihren letzten Posts in den sozialen Medien deaktivieren oder zumindest einschränken.” (I think it'd be best if you turn off the comments on your recents posts on social media, or at least limit them.) You tell him and he nods, it’s a good idea and it might help at least a little bit. 

“Ich bin so froh, dich kennengelernt zu haben, ich weiß nicht, was ich ohne dich tun würde.” (I'm so glad I met you, I don't know what I'd do without you.) He tells you with a relieved sigh and your gaze softens, a loving smile growing on your face.

“Ich liebe dich, Kenan, bis zum Mond und zurück, vielleicht sogar noch mehr.” (I love you, Kenan, to the moon and back, maybe even more.) You tell him, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. 

“Zum Mond und zurück.” (To the moon and back.) He whispers with a soft smile.

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I'm not entirely sure of what i think about this but meh, it's okay and i wanted to bring out some comfort fluff because seeing how sad he was and all the hate he's getting hurts so yeah

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[rentsturner]

When You've Come Undone - A.T. drabble

a/n: just wanted to post something for yous, its literally just porn without a plot and it's pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it

warnings: afab!reader, smut, lots of smut, grinding, anal, fingering, dom/sub undertones, daddy kink, soft dom!al, a teeny tiny bit of cnc if you squint...squirting, aftercare. I think that's everything...

DON'T ENJOY IT - DON'T READ IT - DON'T COME AT ME

It’s only 9am and already you’re horny. But that’s what happens when you wake up to your boyfriend rutting into you from behind, both of you still half asleep, the air thick with warmth and lust. Alex is hard, rolling his morning wood gently into your ass, pushing in between your cheeks as best he can over your pyjama shorts. They’ll be off soon. 

“Morning, baby.” Alex grunts into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin. You twist your head round to peck his lips, giggling as he continues placing kisses on your cheek, your jaw, down your neck until he’s nipping and sucking along your shoulder. 

Within moments your sleep shorts are kicked off, Alex’s boxers thrown onto the floor. You can feel his hardness pressing against you and you practically gush at the feeling. Your thighs are already wet, still sticky from the few rounds that you had last night and fell asleep before you could clean up. 

You roll over to face Alex, rubbing your hands up and down his chest, kissing his lips eagerly as your hand reaches down to stroke his cock lightly. He grunts and squeezes your ass with his large palms as his hips stutter into your touches. 

“Need you now, baby.”

“Please-”

Alex pushes the covers away, tugging your legs apart so he can rub his tip against your heat. You groan and bury your face in his neck, so ready for him.

You’re so wet already, a combination of the night before and the grinding, and Alex is so eager, he pushes forward and-

“Fuck, Al, that’s-”

You yelp as his thick head pushes at your hole - your other hole, the thick ring of muscle twitching at the unexpected intrusion.

“Shit-”

Alex pulls back, pumping himself a few times before lining up with your cunt, but before he pushes in he pauses. He moves back to look at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I want to. Do you?”

“Y-you want to…”

“Fuck your ass.’

Your heart skips a beat - you’ve never considered it, not properly. Not after seeing how big Alex is at least. He barely fits in your pussy, let alone your ass. But you can’t deny how excited the idea gets you. 

“Al, my ass, it’s tight, you won’t-“

“What?” Alex smirks, the insufferable shit, he knows exactly what you mean. He just loves teasing you, loves the pout on your face as he winds you up.

“It’s not gonna fit, Al, you’re too big-“

“Let me worry about that. I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry, just spread your legs for me baby, that’s it, as far as they go.”

He pushes gently against your legs, you bend your knees so you can give him more access and he grins, stroking himself slowly before prodding his tip gently against your ass.

“Yeah?” He quirks a brow at you, his pants coming low and heavy.

You gulp. “Yeah.”

And then you’re whimpering and squeezing your eyes closed as he nudges forward, the pressure building and then a burning pain as the ring of muscle finally gives around his cock.

“Fuck..”

The expletive falling from Alex’s mouth is drawn out and low, practically a groan. You, on the other hand, can’t even form any words, your mouth gaping open, the sensation new and intrusive and unfamiliar and so fucking good - and he’s only put the tip in.

He starts rolling his hips into you as best he can, but its too much for you, you haven’t adjusted yet, and you try to push him away. You push weakly at his shoulders, but it does nothing. Alex just kisses your temple, one hand reaching down to stroke your thigh soothingly.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s gonna hurt a little but-”

“Too much, Al, t-too big, I-” You’re babbling now, your mind going a little fuzzy as all you can think about is the stretch, the deep, deep stretch and red hot head of Alex’s cock pushing into new territory, taking it as his.

“Just a little longer, it’s gonna feel so good, I promise.” 

“P-promise?”

“I promise, baby.” Alex leans down to peck your lips and you taste the saltiness of his sweat, smelling his musk completely surrounding you. Cigarettes and spice and Alex.

“You’re gonna take it, and it’s gonna feel so good-”

“I’ll be a good girl, D-daddy, I will-”

“I know, princess, so good for me, so fucking good.”

His hips are rolling faster now, the slick dripping from your cunt lubing you both up so it's a little easier for him to push in, but it's still a tight fit and he resorts to mostly grinding against you, pushing a little more in with each stroke. Your ears are ringing and you grip onto Alex’s shoulders for dear life. He grabs your legs behind your knees, rolling you over so you’re underneath him and he pushes your legs back as far as he can.

You only whine, sinking your nails onto his shoulder blades as you feel him even deeper inside your guts. Your hole clenches painfully around his thick cock, eliciting a raw groan from Alex. One of his hands is on your neck, pushing you down as he shifts into a comfortable position between your legs. You moan at the new position, the spread of your legs allowing Alex just to push in that little deeper and the stretch is so intense, you’ve never felt anything like it. 

“That’s it, baby, doing so well for daddy, aren’t you?” Alex looks down at you, his hair dishevelled from sleep and dark with sweat, a few strands hanging over his face, his jaw slack as pants escape from his mouth.

“So good, so full, d-daddy, so good-” Your words are cut off as he reaches down to strum at your clit, flicking his thumb over the sensitive nub until you’re seeing stars. You can feel your climax building, your breath coming in short gasps, fingers gripping at Alex’s back, feeling his taunt muscles tense and twist every time he thrusts into you. 

A few tears track down your cheeks from sheer ecstasy, and Alex reaches up to brush them away, his fingers wet with your slick. Actually, everything is soaked - your thighs, Alex’s pubes and crotch, the mattress underneath you. Your poor cunt is painfully empty, clenching around nothing.

“A-Al, Daddy, n-need– I’m a good girl, please-”

“I’ve got you, baby.” It’s like he can read your mind, reaching down once again, this time pushing two fingers roughly into your aching cunt and your hips buck, a silent scream pushing its way out your mouth. 

“That's better, eh? So good, taking me in all of your holes, aren’t you, baby?”

You barely even hear his words, just the tone of his voice, the deep vibrations against your neck, the feel of his wet hair on your cheek, his chest pressing against yours and it's all so hot and thick and you really might pass out.

“Answer me.” The sharp tone snapping you out of your delirium.

“Y-yes, yes, yes.” Once you start you can’t stop, repeating the words like a mantra to the rhythm of Alex’s thrusts. 

His fingers twist, buried deep in your cunt and pressing until Alex can feel his own cock thrusting in and out, separated by his fingers by only a thin sheet of muscle and you scream, the sensation all too much. You feel a gush of wetness, your head so fuzzy that you feel you might just float away. Alex chokes out a groan as you squirt all over him, just adding to the complete wet mess where you're attached. His fingers continue pumping, his cock still hot and heavy inside your asshole and you feel yourself slipping, the edges of your vision going black.

When you come back around, Alex is collapsed on top of you, his whole form shaking with every breath he takes. You card your fingers through his soaked hair, tugging on the strands lightly.

He pushes himself off you so he can look down at you properly, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

“That good, hm? You squirted AND you passed out, I reckon that’s a new record.”

You laugh and push at his shoulder playfully, your ass squeezing tightly around his softening cock and he gasps. 

“Fuck, don’t do that, or I’ll have to pin you down and go again.”

“I wouldn’t complain.” You wink and laugh, stroking your hands up and down his arms, smoothing over his shoulders and feeling the little marks where your nails dug into his skin so hard. 

“That’s plans for tonight sorted then.”

Alex pulls out gently, shuffling down the bed so he can look at your ruined holes. You flinch as his finger traces lightly around your ass hole, massaging the sore skin gently. He grabs a cloth from the bedside table, using it to clean you up, making sure he’s soft and slow with his actions. It’s still overwhelming, still so sensitive from the absolute pounding you just took. You wince and Alex meets your gaze, blinking in apology, before concentrating on cleaning you up again.

“We should probably let your arse hole recover in the meantime. You’re gaping like a fucking fish after this-”

“Shut up.” You pout, pulling him back up to your level so you can cuddle into his chest. “Do you think it will go back to normal?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“...What do you mean ‘maybe’?!”

Hope yous enjoyed :) Tag list - @ohladymoon @martinipoliz @almluv @zayndrider @madnesstaking0ver @atticssmellgood @leafjoonn @turnerside @turnertable @yourstartreatment @averyzversi0n

[flowerandblood]

Glass Cuts Deepest Headcanons

Aemond x Wright after events from the series

Headcanons for the closeness and intimacy between Aemond and Wright after the events of the series. They will also include descriptions of sexual encounters and attempts to cope with the trauma of sexual abuse. Series Masterlist

⭐ Aemond must always feel her. When they lie on the sofa together and watch a movie, when they read while sitting next to each other, when they talk in a restaurant. His hand is on her hand, on her thigh, stroking her, an involuntary reflex that he doesn't think about.

⭐ At night he has to hold her, his arm around her back or chest is a bare minimum. Every movement she makes wakes him up, he kisses her forehead or temple every time he's sure they're both safe, and then he falls asleep again.

When he has nightmares, he wakes her up and tells her about it, and she holds him to her breasts, terrified and trembling, stroking his hair and reassuring him that he is safe until he falls asleep again from exhaustion.

⭐ Visiting museums and art galleries together is their common passion, which they fulfill in every free moment, going on trips and sightseeing together. He has to hold her hand as if they were teenagers, while having the same indifferent and cold expression as always, making her laugh. Whenever they are driving anywhere, one of his hands is always on her thigh.

⭐ He loves it when she sits in front of him on the bed or a folded sofa while they watch a series or a movie together. Then he wraps his arms around her body, feeling her wonderfully from all sides, the back of her head resting on his shoulder, his cheek against her temple.

Innocent hanging out usually turns into intense sex as soon as her buttocks press too hard against what's hidden in his pants. His manhood pulsates in response every time, and Wright, feeling him, teases him until he hisses in her ear that she wanted this herself, as he slides her panties off, spread her thighs, and enters her from behind with a firm, violent thrust.

His one hand on her breast, kneading it, playing with her nipple, the other between her thighs, teasing her clit as he fucks her from behind with deep, fast movements, growling if this is what she wanted, if she can't concentrate even on a stupid movie and how many times he have to fuck her to make her behave. Of course, in fact, he will get great satisfaction from it all himself, not giving a damn about whatever they watched.

⭐ Aemond finds herself in a dominant role when it comes to classic sex. He finds satisfaction in tying her hand with his belt to make sure she doesn't touch him while he enjoys her body. Of course, they have predefined rules and safety passwords.

He loves to prolong and deny her orgasms, driving her wild with his tongue and hands, making her one big mess begging for fulfillment. His biggest fear is that he will hurt her so he makes sure he doesn't overdo it by saying "you're doing so good for me, can you hold on for me just a little longer?", "just a little bit more and I'll let you cum, hmm?", "such a good little girl, easy now, we're almost there".

When he finally lets her come, he slides into her almost immediately, himself on the brink of orgasm from what he's doing to her, hard and swollen, with determined thrusts of his hips fucking her with all his might, regardless of how sensitive she is after her orgasm, rubbing her right where she needs it, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth.

Sometimes, while doing this, she will beg him to untie her hands, to intertwine their fingers, that she wants to feel him. Then he stops for a moment, breathing heavily, releasing her, taking her hands in his, going back to what he was doing a moment earlier, listening to her sighs and moans of delight as she reaches another peak with him.

⭐ He proposes to her after a year of their relationship, confident that he wants to be with her for the rest of his life, and forces her to take him to the church where she first saw the stained glass windows as a child while walking with her father.

Wright thought they had only gone there for a walk, however, at one point he lets go of her hand, she turns to him and he kneels in front of her, a small box containing a sapphire ring in his hand.

For a moment Wright can't believe what's happening and panics with happiness, simultaneously crying, suffocating and waving her hands with happiness, before finally choking out a yes.

⭐ After their engagement, he finally decides to introduce her to his family and, to his satisfaction, his relationship with her makes him regain a good connection with his mother again. He has a serious conversation with her about what happened and how he didn't cope with his trauma. They both cry in the other room as Wright and Helaena talk about their favourite books and slowly become friends.

⭐ When Aemond sees her on their wedding day in the church the sun is already setting, the coloured lights of the stained-glass windows illuminate her petite figure as she walks underhand with her father in a modest long-sleeved pearl gown, beautifully embroidered and partly semi-transparent, white flowers in her hair.

He thinks then that it is God himself who gives him his Eve in possession at last, he imagines that he sees her for the first time in his life standing in the Garden of Eden. He gets as emotional as she does, trying not to cry and thus make her cry too, so that she doesn't blur her make-up, but still they both can't hold their tears while saying their vows and they say them with difficulty, stuttering, looking into each other's eyes with a love that he hadn't even dared to dream of before.

⭐ Their wedding night is tender and peaceful, full of laughter and joy. Her touch is warm and respectful, they undress slowly, and then she goes to the bathroom and changes into a lovely long nightgown, from under which, however, the outline of his body is partly visible, which arouses him even more.

He stays in his shirt and trousers however, they don't think about it, he turns her onto her back, intertwines their fingers together and slides into her, panting into her mouth between kisses that they are one from now on before God and will remain one after death, that she will be his Eve too in the new paradise.

⭐ When Wright becomes pregnant for the first time he is stunned and excited, he starts reading lots of parenting articles on the internet and makes Wright laugh by telling her what she should do, what vitamins to take and what could be a risk to the baby. She has to reassure him that she and the doctor have everything under control.

From then on, he constantly keeps his hand on her abdomen. The thought that their child is now there makes his wife seem to him like some kind of superhuman being, a miracle who will be able to bring a new life into their world, and he thinks it is impossible to love someone so much.

He wants her to give up her job for the duration of her pregnancy fearing that the chemicals in the patina and glass paints they inhaled could realistically harm the baby, being toxic, but she was dying of boredom at home and begged him to at least let her cut glass.

He reluctantly agreed and arranged for her to have a room next to his workshop which up to then had been his private studio, and from which he took everything that could be dangerous to her for that time.

⭐ On the day of the delivery he dies of fear that something will go wrong, Wright did not want him to be there when his baby comes into the world fearing that he will just pass out. Her screams and moans of exertion cause him to just start crying, terrified, her parents have to calm him down.

However, when the nurse announces that it's over and he hears his baby crying he almost runs inside, Wright tired, sweaty, pale yet smiling holds their tiny son in her arms, he is all red from the heat and his childish despair that he has been ripped from his mother's warm womb into this cold, scary world.

Looking at her with their baby in her arms, all he can think about is that she looks like the Mother of God with the Child, he sits down next to them in a chair and watches them, unable to get out of his awe at this sight. He then creates many works inspired by this scene, often sketching them while she held their son to her breast, when she was cradling him or playing with him.

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[imfinereallyy]

El puts her finger to her lips in a shush motion when Eddie walks through the apartment's front door.

“Hey, Ellie Bellie, what are you doing here?” Eddie whispers, toeing off his sneakers.

“Me and Steve were supposed to do makeovers at Dad's. But he did not come. He called, saying he did not feel good. So I came here instead.”

It’s then that Eddie notices a sleeping Steve on El’s lap. Her fingers delicately playing with his hair. The room is darker than usual, too—nothing but the warm table lamp and the silent tv to light up the room. Eddie’s shoulders slump in realization. “Migraine? That’s the third one this month.”

El nods pausing at a particular gnarl in Steve’s hair. Steve hums in his sleep as El works at it. “I worry about his head.”

“Me too, super girl. Thank you for coming; you didn’t have to.”

Although El’s vocabulary has improved massively over the years, she sometimes struggles to vocalize her feelings. Eddie can see it happening right now as her eyebrows furrow together. Her difficulties with emotions remind Eddie of Steve. He knows the two of them have been working on it together. “I knew you would be at work. And Robin is at school now. Too far to call. I wanted to help.”

Eddie walks over to the two of them, scoops up Steve’s legs, and settles on the couch as he lays Steve’s legs over his own. “You did, El. You’re a really good sister.”

El brightens up slightly. Her concern is still there, but a dimple at the side of her cheek makes an appearance. “Thank you Eddie.” El pauses for a moment before speaking again. “Will he be okay?”

Eddie’s heart seizes at the affection El has for Steve. Some days he thinks she might give Eddie and Robin a run for their money in the “who loves Steve most” department. Eddie doesn’t feel upset about it, though. They all give Steve the different kinds of love he deserves. Robin gives him the steady, unwavering, platonic love that doesn’t ask for anything in return. Eddie gives Steve the passionate, romantic, deep love that would do anything to make him smile.

And El? She gives Steve a familial kind of love. Gentle but firm. Her lovd for Steve makes one wonder if maybe they really do share a bloodline. Bound together by family.

So when El gets all worried, Eddie knows she comes from a good place. From the best of places. “Yea, El, he’ll be okay. Just a migraine. I think he’s getting a lot lately because the EMT training is a lot. I think some downtime with you, though, was the perfect cure.” He rubs her hair back and forth in a brotherly motion.

El sighs and puts her head on Eddie’s shoulder. They both watch the silent tv for a bit before El speaks again, “He was upset. Said he disappointed me. He did not. He is allowed to have bad days. Hop taught me that. I do not think he knows that this makes me happy. Spending time.” El looks down at Steve again, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

“When he’s feeling better, maybe tell him that. Can’t really argue with him while he’s down.” Eddie giggles, trying to hide the wetness in his eyes.

Steve stirs below them for a moment before saying, “El? Eds?”

El shushes Steve, “Do not worry, we are here. Always here.” El rubs Steve’s temples, easing him back to close his eyes.

Eddie strokes Steve’s ankle, “Not going anywhere, Stevie. We got you.”

The three of them fall asleep on the couch, not waking until the sun dips in through the windows the next morning.

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is this a series? It might be. Just can’t enough of el + Steve sibling dynamic, and you guys seem to enjoy it too :) here’s more Eddie and El interaction, but about their love for this boy. Also much softer, less funny. But I really liked the idea of this. Okay I’ll be quiet now.

[billys-pretty-babe]

dom billy cuddling sub anxious reader. fluff ending with smut to make reader feel better

if you don’t like this feel free to change it around. In the middle of the night reader starts crying feeling anxious, which wakes billy up. He snuggles up next to her all like ‘hey hey. whats wrong baby?’ Him just super protective, cuddling reader, wiping her tears away. Constantly touching her being all cuddly snuggle his head into her neck being all touchy like a teddy bear grinding his hard dick against her( trying to make her feel better cus THEYRE both horny animals)🥺❤️

Billy’s dominance is there even if he’s being soft. He is rational but his girlfriend is an anxious mess- constantly worried about everything, never feeling at peace and just depressed in general. Billy sighs and man handles reader ontop of his body so her back is against his chest. He gives advices becoming stern( because it’s the only way she can understand), and tells her that she needs to learn to become strong in life. Not be a weak mess, making up fake problems in her head, just comforting her but kinda like in a serious way because she needs to be told ‘harshly’ otherwise she doesn’t understand, all whilst touching her sensitive nipples hehe, making her squirm ‘b-billy no’ ‘shhh it’s okay I’ve got you. I’m always here for you’.

Subby reader whines and billy cooes her telling her everything will be okay. ‘Let me make you feel better’.And he rubs her puffy pussy, sleepily praising her for being such a good girl and they fall asleep cuddling❤️ THIS IS SUCH A MESS LMAO I CAN CHANGE IT IF U WANT BHEHEJD

i had to sit and think on this for a while to really think about how to go about this.

Good

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^^^^

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics (very light because i've never written dom!billy before), smut implications, smut

Word count : 1,170

The room was filled with soft pants, the two of you trying to catch your breath as you looked up at the ceiling. Billy laid beside you on his stomach, his left hand reaching out and pulling you close, coddling you, making sure he didn't hurt you in the throes of passion.

Billy was always soft on you, he had a very hard exterior but when the two of you were alone, he was the biggest softie, his blue eyes always soft. He ran his hand over your hair, giving your temple a kiss as he spoke softly to you, rubbing your stomach with his hand, doing his best to lull you to sleep as you cuddled further into his body, seeking the warmth that you had felt for a near hour, your body craving his body against yours.

Your eyes snapped open; your heart was heavy as your mind ran a million miles an hour. Your boyfriend was sleeping, his loud snores filled the room. Tears fell, and you did nothing to stop them. Maybe you weren't good tonight. How did you have your hands positioned on him? How deep did you scratch? Did you draw blood on him?

The thoughts wouldn't stop and didn't stop until Billy's warm hand gently tightened on your hip as the bed shifted a little as he moved closer to you, resting his head beside yours on your pillow. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, his voice gravelly from sleep. You shook your head, looking ahead at the sheer white curtains, looking at the moon and how it's light shone into the small bedroom.

His hand left your hip to wipe your tears, his thumb softly stroking your cheek as his index finger did all of the work. "Baby," he said again, "what's wrong? You have to tell me so I can make it better." His hips shifted behind you and your body reacted, your butt moving back to press directly against him, and he groaned into the pillow.

"Uh uh," he gently scolded, "tell me first and then, we'll go for a second round." You sighed, beginning to tell him your feelings, how you felt like you did the wrong things tonight. His hands moved down to your chest, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle you. "Look, listen to me, alright?" You nodded, still pushing your hips back, trying to get just a little friction to satiate that deep need for him.

"Your brain," he brought an index finger up and gently tapped your forehead, "makes up things to make you feel bad, alright? You did nothing wrong; you've never done anything wrong when we have sex. You start freaking out at the littlest things and baby, no one expects you to be perfect and make no mistakes. I'm the biggest fuck up in the world, but I don't dwell on my mistakes unless they have something to do with you. You're always so skittish anywhere we go, you don't talk to people, and you play the safest option so that no one looks at you. I love you, I genuinely do, but baby, you've got to learn how to get out there. I'm not going to be here to protect you forever."

You gulped; you knew he was right about everything. You hated speaking up for yourself, Billy always did that for you. You hated attention, except when it came from your boyfriend, you loved it then. "I'm sorry," you said softly. "What are you apologizing for," he asked, squeezing you a little tighter, releasing your body with one of his arms as his thumb traced around your breast, his lips now on your shoulder as he spoke, giving you brief tiny kisses when it was your turn to speak.

You shrugged, "I don't know." He laughed softly, kissing where your arm met your shoulder. "There's nothing to apologize for. Sometimes you just get worked up for nothing, just try and calm yourself down and think if it's worth it, alright?" You nodded. "I love you," he said, kissing the back of your neck, letting his lips linger. "I love you too." He smiled against your skin.

His left hand snaked down your stomach, caressing right below your belly button. "Is it okay if I go further?" You nodded and opened your legs just enough for his hand to find purchase between your thighs. You whimpered at his cold fingers made contact with your clit. He tsked softly in your ear, "So wet when you were crying." You laughed, a soft sniffled escaping as well. "You were grinding on me, couldn't help getting wet." He laughed, kissing the shell of your ear.

His finger rubbed circled on the top of your clit as you squirmed in his hold, and he tightened his hand on you a little. "Stop moving, tell me what you need." Your left leg wound up between his legs, spreading your legs just a little more. "Need your fingers." He laughed, "You have them." He knew exactly what you needed, but he wanted to hear it.

"Inside, need them inside." He nodded, "Good girl." One finger, then two fingers were inside you, immediately curling up, right against that sweet spot. A high-pitched moan escaped your mouth, back arching just a little, your cheat moving quickly. Billy knew what he was doing when it came to your body, he knew how to dram out orgasm after orgasm with the right spots and he knew exactly where they were located.

"Easy, just let it happen. I can feel you clenching around my fingers. I got you, let go for me." You whined, head falling back at his words. He was the king of dirty talk and talking you through an orgasm, which you were thankful for in moments like these, late night fingering sessions, late night hand jobs or blowjobs.

His right hand rubbed your stomach as your body succumbed to the pleasure as he continued talking you through your orgasm. You came down from your high and he kissed you. "Atta girl, good job." He eased his fingers out of you considering how sensitive you were, having received two orgasms from his earlier in the night, and a third just now.

"Thank you," you said as you caught your breath a little, getting your heart to slow down. He laughed, "For what?" You shrugged, "The talk, the orgasm, all of it." He laughed, kissing the back of your head once again, "You're welcome." He wiped his sticky fingers on the inside of your thigh and cuddled with you once more. "You don't want anything?" He shook his head, his eyes already fluttering shut. "Sleep is what I want, we'll fuck again before breakfast, if you're up to it."

You smiled, putting your hand over his, "Okay." He smiled, pulling the blanket a little higher over the two of you, his thumb rubbing your stomach, making you fall back asleep, your body awaiting the pleasure that it would receive at the crack of dawn.

[pricegouge]

just bunny & price fucking please. stifling tension she can feel him lodged in her throat only accomplishing shallow breaths w his big hairy hot as a furnace body plastered all over her then it ends w him laying his head on her breasts & both falling asleep while she plays w his hair & he strokes her flank

This would fix me, honestly.

MDNI, obviously. no cw - pretty straightforward stuff.

John's a simple man, most of the time. He'd have you any way he could get you, but often he seemed to prefer you just like this: laid out and pinned beneath him, caught under his considerable weight as he moved within you. You'd shown him a meme once - just a tweet praising missionary 'cause she's pretty' - and asked if that was why he was the way he was. How he'd fucked you afterwards, it was as if he was trying to make up for the fact that he hadn't put that notion into your head himself and you'd instead been forced to learn of the concept on your stupid phone, bunny.

He's just so… much. John's a big man. Thick between your knees where you have him clutched tight, desperate to keep him buried so deep within you, you imagine he's bruising your diaphragm. Even at arm's length he's overwhelming, keeping himself propped up with one hand planted by your head, the other cradling the back of your skull. From the corner of your eye, you can see the way his thick forearm flexes with the weight of himself, dense hair shifting across hardened muscle. Your hand wraps around him there, feeling the way the cords of his carpi tense every time he bottoms out within you. He's sweaty - so hot he feels molten under your hand, between your thighs. Where he leaks his precum into you.

There's no escaping him - even when he gives you room to breathe (technically). His belly still rubs against yours, hair there giving you its best approximation of beard burn whenever he snaps his hips forward. The grip he has on your skull keeps your eyes locked on his, forces you to watch as he mouths filth down at you, voice too bass to hear through the low ringing in your ears which worsens every time his thick cock finds the very end of you, punches your breath out in humid huffs that make him grin. 

"You gonna come for me, honey?" he asks, grip adjusting at your nape to hold your focus, make sure you hear him when he checks in with you.

"Y-yes, please," you whine, attempting to pull him closer by the hold your thighs have on his hips. You're too slick though, sweaty and wet. He slips your grasp, carries on fucking you at the exact same pace that's been driving you wild for the past half hour. He'll be the death of you.

"Not yet, bunny. Wanna feel you."

You're unsure how much more he can feel you, until he lowers himself to his elbows, caging you in between his strong biceps as he presses his hairy chest against yours. You whine warningly, breath shallow, hoping for sympathy you know he won't offer. Not until you have no breath left to whine, at least. 

He doesn't even bother soothing you properly, just whiskery kisses and the low rumble of something that might be placating, might be teasing, deep in his chest. You feel it against your own, plastered as he is to you. Still, you try to pull him even closer almost despite yourself when he moves again and you feel the brush of his coarse chest hair against your nipples, matted to his skin with your combined sweat.

"Easy, sweetheart," he says, lips still flush to your temple. His breath is hot where it fans over your skin, humid with his panting. You try to turn into it anyway, desperate to taste him. He obliges - no finesse. Slick tongue against your own, breathing each other's air. He holds you in place with a heavy palm against your face, tilts you at the perfect angle for him to get too distracted to lick into your mouth the way he usually likes.

You don't realize you're still begging until his mouth is chasing yours, lips moving against your own as he growls out heavy 'yeah?'s and 'want it?'s. There will never be enough air in your lungs to tell him exactly how much you do, always. 

You know he's just as far gone as you when he doesn't bother talking you through it, just grunts and pants as you tighten around him, his own hips stuttering against your rhythm when he hears you gush around him. He breathes like a bull, nostrils flaring with every inhale and a low groan from between his clenched teeth accompanying each exhale. Your pussy throbs around him, milking him, even as your hands try to gentle his intensity with soothing strokes along his tense back.

He flops onto you after, his heavy weight enough to drive what little breath you'd managed to gain back out of you with a harsh huff. John tries to hide his laugh in your tits, but you feel the way his stomach moves, sets your own jiggling. 

"Hope you're at least comfy, cause you're crushing me," you gripe, no real heat. You've had enough heat to last you a lifetime, you think, sweat pouring from pores you didn't even know you had.

John shuffles around, meaty joints digging into your plush body like his favorite, abused pillow. When he settles again, his cheek is pressed to your chest in a way you're not entirely certain is comfort-fueled, but you're too tired to tease him about it so you just run your fingers through his sweaty hair. 

"Better, bunny?" he doesn't sound awake enough to fix it even if it weren't. Still, even in his sleepy state his hand finds your side, heavy and warm as he strokes you there.

"Much," you tell him anyway, because you want him to know. Need him to understand how much better you are with him.

[therealmsdelulu]

Sea Sick

Summary: You finally agree to go on a voyage with the Prince but you suddenly remembers why it took so long to convince you in the first place. Warnings:Vomit Paring: Prince Eric x f!reader

A/n: not thoroughly proofread.

Prince Eric Masterlist

“I’m so glad you agreed to come along with me Y/N,” the Prince expressed his gratitude towards you while helping you onto the ship.

“I’m only doing this because your begging was starting to get pathetic,” you teased him and he playfully rolled his eyes at you before going to do his captain responsibilities.

Mini time skip

You were now out on the open water and the ocean looked beautiful. A few waves came rocking the ship slightly every once in a while, at first it was okay but you soon felt sick to your stomach.

You excused yourself to the bathroom and sat near the toilet just in case you needed to throw up. A few minutes passed and you found yourself over the toilet retching one hand on the toilet the other holding back your hair.

You heard a knock on the door and quickly wiped your mouth with a wipe. “Occupied,” you uttered resting your head on the toilet exhausted.

“Y/N?” you heard the Prince ask, “can you open the door princess?"

You opened the door relieved it was just him. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked looking at you over the toilet like this made his heart ache.

“I forgot that I get sea sick,” you explained, “this is why I didn’t want to come."

“You should’ve told me,” he insisted, “I would’ve stopped asking.” You felt yourself about to throw up again and quickly leaned back over the toilet. Eric held your hair back gently and rubbed your back until you were done.

Mini time skip

You just got out the shower and you were now brushing your teeth and washing your face so that you could feel clean again. Eric insisted that you get some rest so now you found yourself lying down.

The Prince came into the room and sat beside you. “How do you feel princess?” he asked as he began gently stroking your hair.

“Better,” you told him. “Don’t you have things do be doing?” you asked him, wondering what he was doing here when he was supposed to be steering the ship.

“You’re more important,” he insisted and he lie down beside you.

“Well I’d prefer that we don’t have a Titanic repeat,” you joked and he told you that it was taken care of.

“If we were to have a Titanic repeat would you make room for me on the door?” he asked looking down at you.

“Hmm,” you pretended to think about it. “No, I would save Max instead,” you said and the Prince playfully shoved you, “I’m joking, of course I would."

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered as he gently stroked your hair and placed a gentle kiss to your temple.

“I love you too Eric,” you said before you began to fall asleep.

[ginax0916]

𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟗𝟏𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

*𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭*

✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

Y/N Pov:

2 months. That's how long I was away for. Then another 2 months which was how long Anakin was away for. Now that we're both finally back we've both been dealing with missions and meetings and training here and there. We haven't had a single day for ourselves in over 4 months. Every time we have the perfect opportunity it just gets ruined by one of us being requested by the council to do some stupid shit. But what did we expect? Obviously we can't tell the council that we are secretly married and wanted a least a week for just him and I.

I'm so touch deprived I just need him to cradle me in his big arms and kiss me until it hurts. I need him to play with my hair while I lay on his chest the way he used to when there was no war and no need to be fighting all the time. I need him to hold me by my waist while he lays his head on my shoulder as we watch the beautiful stars until we fall asleep. I just need him.

But in my luck he's been called to yet another meeting. This one is even more useless than the last I don't get why he's even called to these. And I'm just here sitting on the couch staring at the Coruscant sun set over the tall buildings that surround the city. But there's no big arms around me holding me close, there's no blonde curly hair tickling my neck, there's no him around me.

"Love? Are you home?" Anakin suddenly calls out. I was so distracted in my own misery that I didn't even sense him coming.

"Ani! Yes I'm here! Oh I missed you so much!" I yelled back to him as I ran though our shared apartment as fast as I could to get to him.

"I missed you-" I cut him off by engulfing him in a big hug, knocking the wind out of him.

"Hi baby" Ani chuckled. "Y'miss me?" He questioned, although already knowing the answer to that.

"Yes so much. I've been thinking about you all day you have no idea" I hug him tighter hiding my head in his neck.

"I missed you too love. So much." He kissed my temple and rubbed soothing circles on my back.

He then picked me up bridle style with ease and carried me to the couch where he sat down with me on his lap. My head now resting on his chest and one of my hands playing with his soft hair.

"Y/n?" He asked looking me deep in the eyes. One hand rubbing my thigh and the other rubbing my back.

"Yes?" I answered back confused.

"Kiss me please." He pleaded, his gaze dropping to my lips and staying there.

"I'd love to" I connected our lips feeling to spark inside of me. The spark that is only lit by him.

His hand that was on my back went to hold my cheek. And the hand on my thigh started making its way higher and higher up my leg. Meanwhile the kiss got sloppier and more needy. More desperate I'd call it. His tongue licked my bottom lip asking to be let in. Of course I accepted, letting his tongue dominate mine. My body grew hot. I felt the butterflies in my stomach rise. My cheeks turning into a bright pink colour. Anakin then moved my body so I was now straddling him instead. His hands slid down my body touching everything on their way down, until they found their way onto my ass. The tension that had been building up from all these months without each other was finally reaching its breaking point as we made out both knowing what else we wanted.

"Fuck princess I missed your lips on mine" Anakin said as he moved his head down to place open mouthed kisses on my neck, probably leaving marks while doing so.

"Me too Ani" I said back, whimpering as he kissed my soft spot on my neck. He squeezed my ass causing me to gasp and I pulled on his hair making him groan in response.

"Ani I need you" I whimpered as I felt a wetness pool in my panties.

"I know love. I know" He softly responded, stroking my hair and his gloved hand gripping my hip tight.

He then picked me up with ease and carried me to our bedroom as he kissed me again. More passionately than last time. I squeezed my legs around him causing him to groan and kiss me harder. Ani dropped me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

We both started undressing and his hands roamed all over my body. Leaving me squirming and whimpering under him. He only smirked in response. He kissed from my breasts all the way down to my clothed clit causing me to let out a moan.

And just like that I was finally being pleased with his enchanted touch after months of needing it so badly.

꧁✩꧂

A/N:

Sorry for being gone for so long lol. I hope y'all like this one. All my other stories don't have like anything dirty so I was unsure if I should add some or not. This is as far as I went with it but lmk if I should write actual smut lmao.

[xxsksxxx]

Liberating the Mirage

Summary:

When an assignment goes horribly wrong, Mulder has to race against time to find Scully.

But sometimes the line between reality and illusion blurs—and it turns out there’s more than one locked door that needs to be opened.

Notes:

This is my little contribution to Fictober, a yearly event that celebrates writing and reading—and fall. All of which are good things in my world.

Since there’s no way I can come up with a new story every day, I’ve decided to write one fic that includes all prompts from the Fictober 2023 prompt list. They’re all in bold if you want to seek them out specifically. You can find the list here: Fictober 2023

This story is complete, but to keep in the spirit of Fictober, I’m posting one chapter a day.

I hope you’ll have as much fun reading this fic as I had writing it.

AO3 | Start at the Beginning | @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023

Chapter 6: Unexpected Influences

US Steel Corp., Washington D.C. Basement

Mulder stretched out his legs on the cold concrete floor and pressed his back against the cold wall. Scully had fallen asleep shortly after John had left them alone again. He’d checked up on her several times in the last two hours, but she seemed to be fine, and he’d opted to not wake her up until she’d slept off all the drugs in her system.

He’d been alone with his thoughts ever since, and his mind had been trying to come up with a way to get them out of there. They needed a plan. And fast.

Scully stirred on the mattress and started to mumble in her sleep, and Mulder turned his head to watch her. She was shivering and Mulder wished he had something to cover her with. Suddenly, her eyes flew open, and she stared straight at him with wide eyes. “Mulder?” she asked.

Mulder nodded, waiting to see if she still thought he was a hallucination. She watched him for a moment and slowly sat up against the wall, wincing as if in pain. “Well, there’s no way for me to find evidence of whether you’re real or a figment of my imagination,” she said earnestly while rubbing her temples. “All the questions I could ask you, I’d know the answers to myself, so I could be making them up. I suppose I’ll just have to trust that it’s you.”

Mulder chuckled affectionately. Leave it to his partner to be rational even while drugged. He reached over and grabbed her hand. “Feels pretty real to me,” he said and squeezed.

Scully looked down at their joined hands and then up at his face, narrowing her eyes. “Well, it certainly feels like the realest hallucination I ever had,” she said.

If they weren’t trapped, this would actually be pretty funny, Mulder thought. He reached across her legs and took her other hand in his as well, putting them both on his face. “Feel for yourself then, Dr. Scully.”

Scully stroked her thumb over his cheek, down his nose, and over his lips, her eyes following her fingers. She raised her hands to his hair and brushed through it, letting the strands glide through her fingers.

Mulder chuckled again. “What is it with you touching my hair, Scully? Did they teach that in medical school? Though only my current doctor seems to follow this procedure,” he joked.

Scully’s eyes flew up to his and she blushed furiously. She pulled her hands back immediately and turned away. “Well, it seems to be you,” she said, pretending to be checking her sleeve. “I guess I have no choice but to believe you,” she murmured.

“I guess you have no other choice,” Mulder nodded with a smile. “Especially considering that we’re still trapped,” he said.

Scully looked over to him, then to the door, and furrowed her brow. “What happened? I only remember bits and pieces. Do you know a way out of here?”

Mulder sighed. “Our wonderful host must have had a handcuff key to free himself. I didn’t think to check the desk to which I handcuffed him. Stupid, I know. All I was thinking about was finding you. Either way, he wants me to give him a list of people that are working for the FBI.”

Scully thought back to the handcuffs she’d been restrained with and sighed. “You didn’t tell him any names, did you?” she questioned.

Mulder got up and inspected the little basement window, trying to find a way out of their prison. Just like the last ten times he’d checked, there was none. He sighed and turned back around. “Of course not. But he’s not going to keep us here forever. We need to find a way to lure him into a trap and overpower him.”

“Mulder, are you suggesting that we just attack him? We can’t do this on our own,” Scully said doubtfully, giving him a look. “We’re unarmed and there’s nowhere to hide in here.

“Well, we got to try something! We can’t just give up,” Mulder said determinedly, walking around the room again, trying to find an escape.

Scully watched him wordlessly with a resigned look on her face.

*****

“I visited your mother before coming here,” Mulder said, bumping his shoulder into hers. They were sitting next to each other on the old mattress, their backs against the wall. Mulder had finally given up on checking out the room for possible exits.

Scully turned her head and looked at him. “You did? Why?”

“I wanted to see whether someone had tried to contact her. Maybe tried to get some information from her,” he said, pulling on a piece of lint on his jeans with his thumb and index finger. “She knows that I was looking for you and that she should contact me immediately if she heard anything.”

Scully didn’t say anything, contemplating his words in silence. Her mother would be frantic with worry now, she thought. She just hoped she’d get the chance to explain everything to her. “Does Skinner know that you’re here?”

Mulder snorted. “He’d never have let me go.”

Scully nodded, not surprised. “What did you do, Mulder? Did he suspend you?”

Mulder studied his boots. “No, we came to an… agreement. He’d use official channels to find you, and I would… pursue my own investigation.”

Scully studied his profile. “Mulder…”

Mulder sighed. “To be honest, I lost it a bit while we were discussing how to proceed. Well, we lost it. Skinner wasn’t any less worried about you.” He turned his face towards her, giving her an earnest look.

She shied away from his gaze, uncomfortable with the admission, and absentmindedly took her cross between her fingers, twisting the chain. “What are we going to do,” she asked quietly.

“I think our best bet is to give him those names.”

Scully jerked her head around and Mulder held up his hand. “Not the real names, of course. But maybe we can get him excited enough that he’ll be so focused on the list that I can overpower him.”

Scully gave him a worried look. “That doesn’t sound like much of a plan.”

Mulder nodded. “I know. But it’s the best I can come up with.” He grabbed the writing pad from the floor next to him and started to scribble names on it while Scully watched.

With a sigh, he put the list down after he had finished and leaned his head back against the wall. “Now all we can do is wait,” he said tonelessly.

“Just in case this doesn’t work…” Scully started and Mulder turned his head towards her, “I’m sorry I missed him coming out of the building. We wouldn’t be here if I had paid more attention and hadn’t only watched the front door. I should’ve seen him coming from the back.”

Mulder shook his head and lightly touched her arm. “Scully, it wasn’t your fault. We thought we had all the exits covered. None of us thought he’d be so bold and head towards the exit we were coming in through.”

Scully lowered her head, staring at her shoes on the mattress. “He completely surprised me, Mulder. That shouldn’t have happened. I was supposed to watch for him.”

Mulder turned his shoulders fully and put his fingers under her chin, lifting her head, so she had no choice but to look up at him. “Scully look at me,” Mulder said. “For the last time, this wasn’t your fault. He tricked us all. Skinner, the other agents—me included—thought he’d run to the front door. I even ran there myself to look for him when you didn’t report in.”

Scully’s eyes darted across his face, trying to see if he was telling the truth.

Mulder smiled at her, his thumb stroking her cheek. “You’re the smartest person I know, Scully,” he whispered softly. “You did the best you could.”

He moved his hand up and tenderly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You know, if this plan doesn’t work, I may not get another chance to say this,” he repeated her word from earlier, his eyes darting down to her lips and then back to her eyes.

Scully’s eyes widened. She didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence and closed the distance, kissing him softly.

Mulder froze when he felt her lips brush against his. Just as she started to retreat, most likely getting self-conscious at his inaction, did he lean in and kiss her back. He could feel her smile against his lips, and she started to relax again.

The kiss ended as softly as it had started, and Mulder leaned his forehead against Scully’s. “We’re going to get out of here, Scully,” he murmured, softly stroking her neck with his thumbs.

She sighed but didn’t open her eyes, her face slightly flushed. “I hope you’re right, Mulder. I hope you’re right.”

***

Thank you so much for reading. You can also find this fic on AO3.

[sunlightmurdock]

Sub Rosa | Part Three: Sunday Morning | Bradley Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: light smut (m&f oral) and mentions of sex, small amount of angst towards the end.

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You shifted slightly, humming as your cheek pressed against warm skin. You slid your leg up over Bradley’s thigh, snuggling in closer against the side of his body. He was big into cuddling, and so were you — but that boy’s body was a furnace at night, so you always woke up on the opposite side of the bed.

Your knee brushed past his pelvis, surprising you by revealing that he was rock hard under the covers. Sure, he had had morning wood before, but that was usually just a semi.

You peeked one eye open, lifting the duvet to evaluate. There it was, standing to full attention. You pressed your thighs together, looking up at Bradley. He was out for the count, lips parted and snoring softly, sleeping naked like he had been most of the time recently.

You kissed his bicep, waiting for his reaction. Then, after no movement, you kissed his chest, then his neck and then his jaw until finally you were sitting up in bed, leaning down and pressing your lips to his.

This worked. He stirred in his sleep, eyebrows furrowed for a moment in confusion as he blinked his eyes open and found you to be the culprit. His lids immediately fluttered shut again, his arm reaching out and pulling you down against his chest.

“Morning, honey.” You pressed your thighs together again, the gruffness of his morning voice riling you up even more than you already had been.

“Morning,” you whispered, dancing your fingertips delicately across his thigh, stroking the skin at the inside of his toned leg delicately. “Did you sleep okay?”

Rooster, still about 80% asleep, didn’t notice your thigh touching move. He hummed, nodding softly as he squeezed you tighter against him, maybe forgetting that you had bones and weren’t a human teddy bear for just a moment. Sometimes he forgot you were so fragile.

You sighed, sliding your hand up just slightly, tracing your fingers across his pronounced hip lines. Still nothing.

“Rooster?” You spoke gently, pressing your lips to his shoulder again. He hummed tiredly to show he was listening, eyes still shut. His body shifted just slightly, you could tell he was getting ready to fall back to sleep.

You moved your hand, wrapping it just loosely around the base of his cock, lazily stroking him from base to tip. Just testing the waters. Rooster’s eyes fluttered open, his attention on you as he realised fully what you were up to.

“Can I?” You murmured, pushing yourself up and slipping between his knees, pushing the covers back off of you. Rooster rubbed the base of his palm into his eye socket as his eyes adjusted to the bright room, fidgeting to get more comfortable,

“If I ever say no to that question, just shoot me.” He mumbled, making you giggle. He groaned softly as you wrapped your lips around his tip, just gently swirling your tongue around him, not wanting to start off too strong so early in the morning.

Your fingers trailed alone the length of his thick, tanned thigh as you slid further down onto his length, bobbing your head about halfway down on him.

Your other hand came up to stroke the base of his cock, your eyes on his face as he rested his head back against his headboard. His fingertips gently brushed the hair out of your face, coming down and then stroking your temple with his thumb. You felt your cheeks heat up at the way he was looking down at you.

He may have had going down on you down to a science by now, but you weren’t as confident. Rooster was always very encouraging though, whispering soft praises and you worked your mouth on him.

You took as much of him as you could into your mouth, bobbing your head just lightly as his tip stroked the back of your throat.

“Fuck, honey,” he muttered, tucking one arm behind his head. “You’re so pretty.”

You blushed, lips quirking just slightly as your trailed his length with the tip of your tongue and then wrapped your lips around him again, making him groan.

Rooster sighed as his ringtone cut through the peaceful morning quiet, furrowing his eyebrows as he grabbed it off of the nightstand at pressed it to his ear. “Don’t stop.”

Your eyebrows raised slightly as he answered the phone gruffly, his eyes not leaving yours once. Still, you did as instructed and didn’t stop, working your hand and mouth along his length.

“No she’s not here.” Bradley grumbled, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he brushed your hair back off of your face. “Why would she be here?”

“Because her father just called me, Rooster.” Maverick was so angry you could hear him on the other side of the phone. “Saying that she didn’t come home last night and that they’re going to file a missing persons report.”

Rooster stroked his thumb over the bulge in your cheek, shivering as he stifled his groan.

“Wha… uh,” Rooster blinked, trying to compose his thoughts as you worked your mouth on him. “Hold that thought, Mav. Can I call you back in like ten minutes?”

“What part of missing persons report are you not getting, Lieutenant Numbnuts?”

You spluttered slightly, making Rooster jolt, squeezing his eyes tightly shut for a moment, holding the phone away from him as you rested your head against his thigh, giggling.

“I can hear her laughing, Rooster!”

Rooster let out a heavy breath, putting the phone back to his ear and swallowing hard, “Who’s laughing?”

“Rooster, I’m trying to help you out.”

“Alright, good talk, Mav — I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up the phone and dropped it onto the beside table, grabbing your phone and shoving it into your hands.

“You’d better call your mommy before the SWAT come and kick down my front door.” He teased, pushing your t-shirt further up your stomach, dragging his lips across your bikini line. You gasped as he flipped you onto your front without warning, pulling your hips back against him, kissing the backs of your thighs.

“W- Okay, stop, stop, it’s ringing.” You held the phone up to your ear, shushing Rooster. He chuckled gently, nudging your underwear to the side and pausing as he listened to your mother begin the phone call screaming.

“Mom, it’s okay, I’m fine!” You breathed, shivering as Rooster’s moustache tickled the inside of your thighs. “I can explain.”

“Well you had better start, young lady, your father and I have been worried sick!”

Rooster nudged your legs apart, making your eyes widen slightly as you felt his fingers at your core.

“I-I stayed with a friend last night, Mommy — she invited me over on the way home and we haven’t hung out in months and I just forgot to text.”

You closed your eyes as you felt Rooster stroking softly at your clit, his lips on the backs of your thighs. He listened to you weave your lie. You were doing well, but your mother just wasn’t getting any calmer.

“Mommy, it was the only time we were going to be able to catch up before I go back to college.” You lied, biting down on your lip as you felt Bradley’s mouth between your legs. He flipped you back onto your back, gripping your thighs and putting them over his strong shoulders as his lips pressed against your clit.

Rooster glanced up at you, pleased to find your fist knotted tightly into his sheets, your knuckles white as you tried not to make a noise. He listened to your lie delve deeper. His thumb circled your clit as he teased you with his tongue, stroking gently along the lengths of your thighs.

“No, you don’t know the friend but she’s really sweet, we went to camp together.”

“Well, we m-might grab lunch first so I’ll be home in like an hour?”

Rooster stopped what he was doing all together, looking up at you and shaking his head.

“Two hours.” You corrected quickly. “Good girl.” Rooster murmured against your skin.

You both froze.

“Y/N, who was that?”

You winced. “Just a movie, Mommy. I’ll be home in a bit, love you.” You hung up before she could freak out anymore, covering your mouth with your hand in disbelief.

Rooster covered his body with yours, planting his arms on either side of your head and leaning down, pressing his lips gently to yours. You let your eyes remain closed as he kissed your temple, resting his forehead against yours, “Y’know I feel kinda bad.”

He couldn’t have felt that bad, you could feel him smiling against your skin. Still, you entertained the statement, “About what?”

“Corrupting you.” He teased, stroking his thumb across your cheek. You laughed, shaking your head at the idea - you had been plenty bad before you had met him.

“I mean, when I met you, your biggest secret was a teeny tattoo that you didn’t want Ice to find out about.” He elaborated, bringing his thumb down and swiping it across your bottom lip before he kissed you.

“If this is being corrupt,” You kissed his lips delicately, opening your eyes and smiling just a little, “Then thank you for enlightening me.”

He chuckled gently, trailing his fingertips along your side.

“But,” You pressed a finger against his chest, raising your eyebrows at him, “I’m still waiting for you to fuck me.”

Bradley glanced down between the two of you, wrapping his hand around his cock and guiding it between your legs, “Such a needy girl.” You smiled up at him, brushing your lips against his, “Only for you. Only need you.”

“Is that right?” He asked gently, pressing the tip of his cock against you, his eyes intently on yours. You whined, pushing against him, nodding hurriedly. Pleased with your response, he let out a soft breath, pushing into you slowly.

Normally, given Rooster’s ability to throw you around like a doll, you liked him to be a little rougher with you. On this occasion, Rooster seemed to know exactly how to work with you. His strokes were slow and deep, snapping his hips into yours at the last moment to give you the intensity without any of the rush.

He held you jaw between his thumb and index finger, keeping your eyes on him. He guided your legs up around his hips and he adorned your neck with firm kisses and your chest with sensitive bites.

You swore, at one point, your eyes might have actually rolled back in your head. Rooster held you close against him, the sun shining in through his blinds onto his soft brown eyes as he drove himself deep into you.

“I love you.” He said it again. Last night, he had said it twice during sex — then, again in the shower. He had mumbled it against the back of your neck as he was falling asleep. And now he had just said it again.

You were starting to come to terms with the fact that you meant it. Your eyes focused in on his. Did you love him? — If you did, you didn’t say it. Rooster didn’t seem to mind either way, not during the first round, the second or the third. He said it a few times that morning, and you didn’t repeat it once.

He didn’t bring it up either. He understood. You were younger than he was, he didn’t know if you had ever told someone you had loved them before — he was just in silent understanding that it was a big step for you to take. But, he also knew that life is far too short not to tell the people you love that you love them.

And he did love you. He’d march into Kazansky’s office and hand in his wings tomorrow if it meant he got to keep on waking up with you in his arms.

“You okay?” You asked him as he zipped the back of the dress that you had worn to the airshow yesterday. His hair was still wet from the shower, he was just wearing a black tee and some board shorts and flip flops, his tan skin looking especially golden in the midday sun.

“Just thinkin’.” He answered, shooting you a quick wink through the mirror that you both stood in front of. You smiled at him, curious still.

“You have to go back in what, two days?” He was right, you did have two days left until you had to go back to college. You nodded at him.

“I was thinking that I could drive you up. Take a couple days off, make a trip out of it — I mean, it’s a nine hour drive along the coast, so…”

Your lips parted slightly. You hadn’t ever been on a real trip with a boyfriend. Sure, Rooster had taken you on plenty of real dates on his weekend visits up to Stanford, but you couldn’t exactly do that in a town crawling with pilots that knew your dad.

“Just like, two days.”

“What do I tell my mom when she asks me why I’m leaving a day early?” You reasoned, shaking your head slightly and turning to face him. You leaned your body forward against his, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“I don’t know, you’re the smart one.” He kissed your temple softly, wrapping his arms around you. You hummed uncertainly, resting your forehead against his chest and groaning quietly.

“Look, I have to go away for a little bit after this weekend.” Rooster explained quietly, kissing the top of your head and rubbing gentle circles on your back. Still, he felt you tense against him.

“Where? For how long?” You looked up at him and he closed his eyes. He knew that if he saw that look for a moment too long, he would’ve taken a backseat and let Omaha go instead of him. Instead, he sighed gently and let you go.

“I’m gonna be somewhere on the Indian Ocean for like a month and a half. Three months max.”

You knew what that meant. That didn’t mean just three months of not being with him, it meant three months of no contact. Of not knowing if he was alive or dead.

“What? — are you kidding? When did you find out?”

“The day before the party at your house.” Rooster admitted, taking a step back and shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Almost a week ago. He watched your face fall.

“So you saw me every day this week and left it until two days before I leave to say anything?” Your voice cracked just slightly. “I just didn’t want to ruin this week. Baby, I-“

You took a step back as he stepped towards you.

“Don’t.” You swallowed hard. You weren’t going to let him see you cry. That was one thing that had been trained into you from birth. You never let a man see you cry before deployment. You had many memories of watching your dad leave with no idea if he was ever coming back, standing there forcing back tears.

Sure, he had been on missions in the last four months but he hadn’t ever been deployed. The longest you had gone without hearing from him had been two days when he was overseas. Three months.

You felt a lump in your throat all of a sudden. No one even knew that the two of you were together. If something happened… no one would even know to contact you.

“Honey.” Rooster breathed, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around your forearm. You tugged free of his grip immediately.

“Just…” You swallowed hard, “Let me go. I’ll call you later.”

“Y/N, come on.” Rooster stepped into your path. “You know it’s just work. I just want to make the most of the time we’ve got together before I leave.”

“You should have told me when you found out.” You deadpanned, stepping around him and grabbing the car keys from his dresser, leaving his house without another word. Bradley just let you go.

Was this a fight? — You two hadn’t had an argument once in the four months you had been seeing each other. It wasn’t a fight, you decided as you drove yourself home. But he was an asshole for not telling you.

You didn’t like the idea of being without him for three whole months. Not seeing him once in that whole time. Or hearing his voice. But then, what choice did you have?

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[heartofwritiing]

mind at ease

paring: druig x fem!reader

summary: reader can’t sleep and druig stays up with her.

a/n: I noticed I write a lot about sleeping and cuddling, i guess its just very comforting to me lol, this just a quick little thing hope you enjoy!

warning(s): fluff, reader is sleep deprived, MORE FLUFF, wrote this is a couple minutes so don’t expect it to be proofread.

You tossed and turned as you grew more restless. You don’t know why but your brain just doesn't want to shut off. You tried everything you could think of so far. Putting one arm out of the blanket but you just got cold again. Getting a glass of warm milk, counting sheep, you even tried putting on soft music and meditating but your mind just kept on wondering.

Druig was sound asleep next to you none the wiser to your sleep deprivation. He had fallen asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow and he wrapped a comforting arm around waist, bidding you goodnight before dozing off completely. He had a very long day today and you didn’t want to wake him but your tossing and turning and huffing a woke him from his peaceful sleep and he frowned tiredly at you when he opened his eyes and saw you laying on your back and your arms crossed glaring at the ceiling.

“love? what’s the matter?” he yawns.

“I can’t sleep.” you sigh

“awe why not?” he pouts for you.

“Im not entirely sure, my stupid brian just won’t shut the hell up!” you scowled bringing your fingers up to massage your temples.

“Well then I guess I have to stay up with you until it decides to.” he says, turning over and having his complete attention on you. You whip your head to look at him.

“No, Its okay, I don’t want you to lose sleep too.” you protest. But you knew there was no changing his mind once it was made up.

“I will lose sleep if it means I get to spend more time with you.” he stated.

A little blush creeped up your cheeks at his words, no matter how long you spent with each other he always knew how to flatter you.

He placed his arm around your waist, almost like a hook, pulling you into his chest so that you were both as close together as possible. You leaned your head forward until your noses were touching. Druig then took the opportunity to rub his nose against yours, giving you an eskimo kiss causing you to let out a giggle at the action.

You both lay there in silent for a moment looking into eachothers eyes deeply with love sick grins on your faces.

“is something on your mind?” the question was in the air and he almost didn’t want to ask it but he did, in case you wanted to open up to him but if you didn’t he would still be patient with you.

You shake your head. Which was half the truth, it was just things that didn’t matter as much as they should and you didn’t want to give those thoughts the satisfaction of bringing them up.

“ Can we talk about something, anything, tell me about your day?” you ask him.

He nods and brings his hand up to your cheek to caress it as he begins to talk about the event’s of his day in soft whispers.

You stare into his eyes in the dim lit room as he speaks and you almost get lost in them but still listening intently to his story about Kingo from earlier. You laugh when he tells a particular part that was silly and his eyes light up. He loves seeing you laugh and smile at him more than anything on earth, and for him to be the cause of it makes his heart soar.

After a while you’re beginning to doze off to the sound of his voice. He notices this and smiles at you, he strokes your hair as you cuddle closer into him burying your face into his neck and breathing in his scent. All of it relaxing you almost instantly as you finally drift off in Druig‘s arms. He kisses your head and falls asleep himself almost instantly knowing you’re safe in his arms.

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[thesmokingguns]

Bedtime Prayers

Minors DNI 18+

Warning: Blowjob, somophilia, and slight religion kink

You were curled up in bed, the gauzy muslin of your nightgown bunched around your thighs as you curled around a pillow missing Nikki. Your eyes were heavy with need for sleep but as you drifted off your body would jolt and you’d wake up pouting and lonely in the bed that was far too big for just one person  to be sleeping in it.

The creak of the bedroom door made you stiffen, hearing the sound of Nikki sighed out, his breath heavy as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching to stroke your arm. You took it as a sign that it was okay to roll over. The click of his tongue as he smirked at you, looking at you awake after he had sent you to bed two hours ago.

“Why are you awake?” He was concerned, knowing you didn’t sleep enough on a good day but you had been fighting staying awake all through dinner. When everyone went to have drinks in the sitting room NIkki had kissed the side of your head and told you to go to bed.

But sleep has evaded you. The tossing and turning keeping you awake as you waited for Nikki to come and hold you so that you would be able to drift off.

“Couldn’t fall asleep.” you were resting your head on his lap, letting his fingers rub your temples, the firm pushes and soft strokes of his hair calming you down. You wanted to feel the way his skin warmed yours.

Nikki smirked at the way you cuddled into him, the way you loved being touched by him. How you calmed with a few strokes of his fingers. Nikki loved having the power of touch over you. The way that you melted under his fingers never ceased to amaze him.

“Did you say your prayers, sweet girl? Maybe you’re feeling guilty about something?” you chuckled, eyes opening slightly at his words, “Why don’t you get on your knees, say your prayers like the good girl you are?” you thought he was joking, finding a new way to tease you but he was sliding you on the floor in front of him.

Your knees went against the wood floor and you scowled up at Nikki, missing the warmth of the bed. You should be half asleep in his arms by now and he was busy playing his silly games with you. His fingers reached out, pressing your hands together into a temple and resting your elbows on his knees as he reached for you, stroking your hair.

“That’s a good angel. Why don’t  you say your bedtime prayers and then I’ll hold you until you fall asleep, okay?” Nikki was speaking in his quiet voice, the soothing sound of it making your eyes feel heavy, eyes drooping as you yawned against your steepled fingers.

The words to old prayers you used to say at bedtime got jumbled up in your mind. Words about a father, a son, sleep, angels, and safety make you distort salvation and Nikki into one person. Your hands came undone , rubbing your eyes in a weak attempt to keep yourself from falling asleep.

“Out loud, sweet angel. Do you need me to help you?” he tilted your chin up, smirking at how sleepy and cute you looked on your knees in front of him. The small head nod you made confirming that you needed him. “As I lay me down to sleep…” you wanted to tell Nikki that he was telling you a childs prayer but you were thinking about being in bed with him and how it would be worth it.

Your head shifted, laying on his thighs as you nuzzled into him, hands falling to your lap as Nikki stroked down your face. He was waiting for you to speak, being patient with you as he watched you.

“As I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should…” you yawned out eyes closing as you nuzzled into his thigh, dozing off as your head slid forwards.

Nikki loved how you looked right now. Asleep on his thighs, that sweet little mouth of yours half parted as you finally gave into sleep. His thumb traced your bottom lip, so wet and plump. Pretty little lips that were soft and wet.

His hand went to the zipper of his pants, tugging down the metal ash he watched the way you licked your lips. He needed to feel you around him. He barely knew what he was doing, pushing the back of your sleeping head forward, his cock hard as it slid between those lips.

Your sleepy little moan as you whimpered in your sleep, Nikki was holding his breath, watching the way your tongue pushed out, trying to sleep as he carefully shifted you to fuck your sleepy mouth.

His groan made you whimper, that pretty head moving to nuzzle closer as you licked at him, like a taste in your mouth that you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or if it was a real thing. Nikki loved the sweet whimpers you made, your eyes closed and your body all his as you stayed asleep like his good girl.

But Nikki wanted more, he was greedy, cock hard as he tried not to tremble and overtake you. His cock ached from how hard it was. The sting of desire like pin pricks all over his body. He was shifting, telling himself you were a good girl, to not startle you. To stop the nonsense that he was doing but as he shifted your eyes opened and you gagged around him.

Your eyes met Nikki's, your lips tightening around his cock as you shifted, moving your arms onto his knees as you looked at him, your sleepy eyes sparkling as Nikki looked down at you guilty for having woken up and putting you in this situation.

“My angel, I’m sorry.” he was apologizing as you shrugged, popping off his cock, drool coming down the sides of your mouth as you gave him the pretty smile that he loved seeing from you. Your hand working him up and down.

“It’s okay. I need you more than sleep.” your words eased him, his legs opening wider as he gave you more space to work.

You tongue stroking him as your lips took all of him in, kissing the skin as you worked down. Such a needy girl with him, forgetting how exhausted you were and just tasting the way his cock was. The clear little bits of precum were salty, biter enough that it made you wake up with the acidic taste of him.

“I’m so close already, sweet girl. Keep working on me with that tongue of yours.” he cursed as his head got tossed back, fingers scratching at your scalp as he held you tighter, harder against him in the desperate way of his.

He was waking you up more with the way that he pulled at your hair, tight and fierce. His pleasure was taking over now and you could feel the way his cock was so hard, balls raising up as he got closer and closer.

The way he came in your mouth, the way his cum filled your mouth. He was forcing you to swallow around him as you filled your belly with a cup of warm midnight milk, to put you to sleep.

His cock was wet from your mouth as he tucked himself away, reaching for you to pull you onto the bed and letting you lay down, nuzzling against him.

“It’s bedtime for you angel. Close your eyes and sleep, little angel. “ he was rubbing your hair as you nodded, licking any trace of him from your lips and closing your eyes, knowing that you would sleep now.

[lockleysfav]

You’re not a child

Blue Jones x GN!Reader

Summary: You have a nightmare while sleeping in Blues office due to ‘misbehaving’. Blue comes to check on you to find you making pleads for help in your sleep, he throws his ego down the drain to comfort you.

You were curled up on a ragged bed inside Blues office that he told you to sleep on. You were rehearsing for your dance later tomorrow until one of the girls had tripped you as Blue walked in. Of course he was mad, he immediately assumed you’d fucked him over and lied to him about being ready so he strode over to you, yanked you up by your arm and shoved you into his office yelling “You will sleep here and fucking think about lying to me again yeah?” You bit back your tears and nodded, not bothering to argue back.

You had no blanket, only a thin mattress and a thin pillow. It was cold and what hurt you most was hearing everyone out there laughing and having fun including Blue himself. You knew better than to snoop around his office out of boredom, he’d literally kill you if you touched his things without permission. It smelt of cigarettes and wet wood in his office, a hint of cinnamon coming from a lit candle of his that stood on his desk.

You were staring at the wall for a few minutes, not noticing how your eyes slowly started shutting and soon enough you were completely asleep.

You woke up and quickly sat up sweating. It took you a few moments to realise how silent it was, no music playing, no girls laughing, just utter silence. It actually frightened you a little bit. You started to rub your temples and decided to tell yourself ‘fuck blue’ and walk over to the door, yanking it open. What confused you was how all the lights were still on, including the stage lights. You were tempted to call out for anyone but you didnt want to embarrass yourself so you just kept walking towards the dance room. The floor creaked under you and your heart was pounding against your chest, you had a gut wrenching feeling about opening that door but you needed to know why everything was so silent. You slowly opened the door and peeped around the corner only to jump back in horror. Your eyes grew wide and your jaw went slack at the sight of everyone sprawled out, stab wounds littering their bodys. You crawled back and stood up, turning to run only to barge into a tall figure. You looked up and gasped, a guy with a skinwalker like stare looked down at you, a knife gripped tightly in his hand. You backed away and he lunged straight at you.

Blue was angry when he stormed back into his office, he didnt know why but he just was. He shrugged off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves, pulling out a cigarette. He was about to light it when he saw you curled up into your own body, shivering and murmuring. Blue raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to you to try and listen to what you were saying and his heart jumped for a second when he heard you begging for help. “Y/n” he spoke and stood back, his thoughts racing through his mind.

You were clutching onto the thin mattress and the moment you pleaded for whoever it was to stop, Blue turned and locked his office door “Fuck” he muttered and speed walked over to you. He turned you onto your back and lifted you into his arms, walking you into another room “Shhh sweetheart” he cooed when you were slowly stirring. Moments later you were engulfed by soft cushions and Blue crawled beside you, pulling his puffy blanket over your body. When you felt a pair of soft lips against your forehead you sprung awake screaming only for Blue to quickly pull you against his chest “Hey Hey” he started stroking your hair “It’s okay calm down” you gripped his forearm tightly and slowly calmed down in his hold. He rested his head against your hair and you looked up at him “Blue?” He smiled at you “Hey…Im sorry for not letting you speak earlier. I was in a shit mood, a guy didnt pay me his money and seeing you fall it just set me off and im sorry. I know they tripped you up” You bowed your head “Yeah” you muttered out and he put a finger under your chin, lifting your head to meet his eyes “You’re better than them, they’re jealous you know that” you stared into his beautiful eyes, nodding and nuzzling your face in his chest.

He continued stroking your hair and he laid back “I know what its like to have nightmares you know” he started “Waking up alone” You frowned at his words. “you dont have to be alone Blue” you spoke softly and he huffed a small laugh “They’ll think i’ve gone soft” he replies but you look at him “So? Who cares about what they think. You’re the own in charge here” he smiles at you and kissed the tip of your nose “Go back to sleep honey, i’ll be here”.

[duskholland]

Settle || Mob!Tom Smut

summary ↠ distance may make the heart grow fonder, but you’d spend every day by tom’s side if you could. warnings ↠ a bit of angst, and this is just.... so fucking smutty.... pwp but make it 8k of smut... 18+ minors dni !!!!!!!!!!! extended nsfw warnings below the cut <3 word count ↠ 11.7k. a/n ↠ lads... lost my mind I’ve lost it. the mob!tom energy has been absolutely overwhelming for the last month, and this has been a long time coming. thank you esquire. thank you gq. thanks tom too, I guess, even though his handsomeness is a double-edged sword. also thanks to chloe for motivating me to write this lmao. this was a lot of fun!! softness sweetness debased animalistic crazy stuff. we love to see it. lmk what you think !! <3 ***this is a part of my mob!tom series – a collection of oneshots set within the same universe. you don’t need to read the other parts for this to make sense! 

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extended warnings ↠ praise kink, breeding kink, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying, biting, spitting, oral + fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (the long-awaited return of cum-dumpster!reader), minor d/s dynamics ft soft!dom!tom, possessiveness in the dirty talk, and I wouldn’t say it’s degradation but there is some patronisation lmao. this is intense loving passionate consuming smut, esp the second section. pls practice safe sex irl x

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Tom is wrapped around you, his rich scent overpowering each one of your senses. He consumes you. He becomes you.

With your face buried in the crook of his neck and your legs swung either side of his thighs, you’re clinging tightly to him. One of his hands rests beneath the shirt on your back, the tips of his fingers slowly stroking up and down your spine, and you can feel the firm press of his nose against the side of your head. His face nestles against your hair as he holds you to the warm skin of his neck. Every few minutes, Tom pulls away from the documents and spreadsheets resting on his desk and litters the side of your temple with short kisses.

There’s a persistent throbbing between your legs, but it’s worth it. Tom’s cock is buried inside you, his length enveloped by your silky heat. You can feel him, bearing in on every intimate space of your cunt. In your aroused state, you swear you can make out the lines of his bulbous head and the curves of his veins as they press up against your sensitive walls. You’re pulsing—every slight movement made by either you or him causing you to gasp softly and cling closer to your boyfriend.

“God, darling,” Tom murmurs, accented voice hanging low and heavy. He strokes over your back again, and you hear him click his ballpoint pen. When he tosses the heavy metal object back onto the desk, he sits back in the wide office chair that the two of you are precariously balanced on. You aren’t scared of falling off—you’ve done this before, countless times. You know that he’s got you. “So fuckin’ snug, aren’t you?”

You pull away from your boyfriend’s neck, sucking in a rough breath as you sit up to face him and receive the lightest of friction against your g-spot. As your teeth dig into your lower lip, you take a few moments to admire his ensemble—light white shirt, unbuttoned and hanging open, a delicate silver chain dangling over the golden expanse of his chest. He’s got his rings stacked over his fingers, and the bright metal pieces catch in your hair as he smoothes a hand across your cheek.

Tom smirks at you, his deep brown eyes flooded with lusting appreciation. With one hand on your face, the other slowly slides down your back, drifting over the loose shirt that covers your figure until it disappears between your legs. You cry out as his index finger reaches down to play with your clit, still wet and sensitive from his exploration earlier. He’d opened you up on his tongue before sheathing himself inside you.

“You just got so tight, angel,” he murmurs, voice raspy. “Do you like when I show you a bit of attention?”

“Yeah,” you whimper. You can barely keep your eyes open as he continues to toy with your bud. It’s hard to push down the temptation to start riding him, but you know that’s not the point of this. As much as you crave release and the opportunity to fall apart whilst being encompassed by Tom, there are other objectives at play. “I’ll miss this,” you admit. “I’ll miss you.”

“I know, my darling.” Tom’s expression briefly clouds over, some of the heat leaving his eyes. He rolls the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone, a gentle pout curling across his lower lip. “I don’t want to leave you.”

You lick your lower lip, pushing back the hot lump of emotion that simmers in your chest. All week, you’ve felt apprehensive for his departure, anticipating today with unease. Tom is a good businessman, and usually he’s able to control his own empire from the comfort of his West London mansion. For so long, he’s been near you, lingering close, never trailing too far from your side. But there’s uncertainty in the air, and they need him out in Manchester for a few weeks to whip the boys back into shape. Until the supply issue is resolved, he’ll be away—away from you, and your bed, and the life that you’ve constructed so precariously together.

In this world of drugs and darkness, nothing is certain. You fall asleep beside Tom each night thankful that he’s safe, he’s here, he’s content. You know plenty of people who haven’t been afforded such a luxury. Your boyfriend has enemies who seek revenge and retribution, and their greedy eyes follow him from every direction. They’re like wolves, every single one of them—suppliers, rivals, the law—waiting in the shadows, preparing to pounce at the first sign of weakness.

You shouldn’t love him. He’s not a good man. Tom has told you as much repeatedly—in his deprecating words, in the underhanded dealings that go on around your dinner table, through his violent actions against opponents. But he loves you, and he is a good man, to you, and maybe that’s all that matters. Maybe you can take the pain and the darkness, because it affords you a glimmer of light in the form of your boyfriend. Tom holds you at the very centre of his universe, and as he cups your face in a gentle hand and coaxes you in for a sweet kiss, you know you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your life may be characterised by uncertainty, but there is no doubt in the way that he loves you, so recklessly and fiercely. He gives you everything that he has without hesitation.

The kiss grows deeper, and you moan into Tom as he presses his tongue into your mouth. He’s still rolling your clit beneath his thumb, and you reach up to grab fistfuls of his hair. When he’d pulled you into the office earlier and begged you to spend time with him, it’d come with the caveat that you need not distract him from his final pieces of work. He seems to have abandoned that decision now, as he ruts up into you when you groan into his mouth.

“Sweet love,” he purrs, voice darker. Tom squeezes your cheek, the cool metal of his ring pressing to your skin as he holds you tightly. He releases your face a moment later, fingers shifting to your waist as his lips grace over the tender part of your face. “God, I’ll miss you. Miss this fuckin’ cunt.” He kisses down from your cheek, shifting back and towards your ear. You release a wispy moan as he finds your tender spot, sucking harshly against the skin then soothing the ache with his hot tongue. “So perfect for me.”

“You’re perfect,” you murmur, mind slow. Tom holds your hip slowly and encourages you to move, and both of you release sounds of enjoyment as you begin to ride him. Your entrance aches, stretched wide around his girth, but as his finger rubs persistent circles across your bud, it soothes into pleasure. “Fuck, Tom… You fill me up completely. You’re in so deep.”

“I know, darling,” he murmurs. When you toss your head back and start to move faster, he’s quick to attach his lips to your neck. “Tightest little thing,” he adds, voice scalding against your ear. “I know I’ll be dreaming of you, angel. Every single night.”

You cry out as he helps you shift slightly to the side, optimising your pleasure. As the crown of Tom’s cock rubs up against your back wall, you shudder, breath hitching. The sounds of your heat, so wet and silky, being fucked repeatedly as you come down on him again and again spurs you on. It grows wild quickly, Tom leaving your neck and sitting back in his chair just to watch you ride him so perfectly. His eyes are dark and passionate, and his gaze so intense that it’s as if he’s trying to burn the memory to mind.

“I don’t think I can hold it,” you admit, eyes threatening to roll back. After sitting on his cock for fifteen minutes, you were already riled up. Now, you’re on cloud nine. Pleasure has your toes curling, the muscles in your thighs tensing and straining as you cling to the back of Tom’s head and tug on his curls. “T-Tom.”

“That’s it, gorgeous. Say my name.”

His ring digs into your side, spurring you on. As the cool metal nicks at your skin, the coil in your stomach tightens further.

“Oh,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. No longer able to see Tom’s handsome face, you’re left only with the sensations, pulsing out from your centre. You’re on the verge, inching closer with every time Tom pulls you back onto his cock. He works you open, thrusts into you deep, leaves you gasping.

“C’mon, pretty baby,” he murmurs, hot lips moving forward to press at your neck. “Make me cum. I know you want it, don’t you?”

A throaty groan travels past your lips as you know exactly what he’s talking about. You’d stopped taking birth control a week ago, and though both of you know that the chances of you falling pregnant so soon after ending those hormones are slim, the possibility is there. Sex now feels dangerous, the extra weight to it filling you with arousal and excitement.

“Yes,” you whimper. “Please.”

Tom nips at your ear, the bite of pain making you moan.

“Go on,” he coos, voice sweet, sultry. “I’m going to fill you up, darling. Give you something to remember me by.” His hand slips from his waist and travels to your lower stomach, resting there. “Right here,” he adds. “Do you want it, love? You need to work for it. Cum on my cock, mm? Let me feel how desperate your tight little pussy is for my cum.”

Tom snaps his hips up to yours, and a few moments later, you peak. Your climax burns through you, your walls clamping down around his length in a way that makes him groan loudly. You open your eyes to watch his face seize up, freezing with pleasure and enjoyment as his jaw tenses and his eyes squeeze shut. You feel his cock pulsing as you continue to move over him, lost in the pleasure that spirals out from your cunt and your clit. His pants are laboured too.

When you come down from it, you settle in his lap, sweaty palms grasping at his face. Tom pulls you closer, wrapping you up in his arms as he presses his forehead to yours. His nose bumps against yours, tip warm. Every part of him is warm.

“I love you so much,” he says, voice serious. “More than you could ever imagine, Y/N.”

You smile. “I love you too,” you whisper.

Tom pulls back from you to pepper his lips across your face, dusting every inch of your skin with his mouth. You’re still connected at your centre, and you know the moment you stand, you’ll feel the evidence of his love dripping down your thighs.

“I—”

A rough knocking sound bursts into the room, hard knuckles drumming over the office door. You jump, and Tom’s brows crease. He brings both of his hands to cover your ears and kisses the tip of your nose before sitting up a little straighter.

“What the fuck do you want?” he hollers, voice terse. He’s muffling the volume with his palms, but you still wince, and he kisses your nose again in penance.

“Sir, we have to go. The men are waiting—”

Tom’s face ripples with irritation. You watch the vein stand out in his neck, fading only when his eyes sweep back to your face. He deflates as he brings his lips down across your forehead.

“I’ll be two minutes,” he barks back. “Now piss off. I’m with my girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tom peels his hands away from your ears, then rubs each one of your earlobes with the soft pads of his thumbs. “Sorry about that, my darling,” he mumbles, shadows covering his features. His teeth dig into his lower lip as he sighs. “I need to go.”

You feel your face fall, and break eye contact when the intensity of his gaze grows too much. “Okay,” you mumble.

“Hey.” Tom grasps your chin between his index and his middle finger. “I’ll come back to you,” he promises. You know he can feel your reluctance to let him go, can see it on your face without you having to verbalise it. You wonder if he’s been able to tell how unsettled you feel about the whole ordeal, and if maybe that’s why he’s let you be more clingy this week.

“What if you don’t?” you breathe out, unable to keep it in. You blink a few times, trying to hide the watery film of tears that shakes across your eyes. “What if something happens to you whilst you’re away, and you don’t come home?” You reach down and grab at his shirt, clenching your knuckles around the crisp material. “Tom, you are my home. I don’t know what I’ll do if—”

“I’ll come back, baby.” He kisses you softly, a few fingers brushing up beneath your chin and tilting you to him. “I always will. I promise. I’m a man of my word, so you know that’s true.”

You manage a thin smile, heart aching even as Tom cups your face in his hands. “I love you,” you say finally. “And I’ll be waiting for you to get back.”

Tom nods. His cheeks are still flushed, and his hair is a mess, but the fire in his eyes is undeniable. When he deposits a light kiss to your cheek and then lets his lips brush you against your earlobe, you know that he’ll be back. You know he’d never fail you.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

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A month passes. You miss Tom desperately.

For the first three weeks, you manage to control the sadness in your chest. Finding distraction in your job and your friends, you’re able to forget about the giant Tom-shaped hole in your heart. He lingers on, though, his love persistent even in his absence. Despite finding certain ways to limit your anguish, like daily calls, and soaking your wrists in his cologne each morning, the time only worsens your heartache. You’re miserable without him.

In the fourth week, it reaches the point where you can no longer pretend you aren’t aching for him. You miss him in a way you’ve never felt before, his absence from your home like a sharp spire ever-present in your chest, burrowing deeper every lonely morning. Tom can’t ease you, doesn’t know himself when he’ll be able to come home. The job he’s had to do has spiralled, with mutinous men and delayed shipments, and it’s in too precarious a position for him to leave and come back to you. When you’d suggested visiting, he’d immediately wiped that option from the table, citing the acts of violence and uneven atmosphere as too great a risk to take. You understand it, but you miss him, and it permeates every part of your life.

It’s late Tuesday night, and in a fitless trance, you find yourself walking up to the third floor of the mansion. When you’d moved in, almost a year ago, Tom had tried to make you feel as comfortable as possible. In his efforts, he’d installed an art studio for you to use. The gesture went in tandem with his greatest gift to you so far—your very own art gallery, right in the centre of London. The studio is a large room, framed with huge windows which overlook the sprawling estate. Tonight, all you can make out is the dim driveway and the crescent moon, hanging thinly in the sky.

After turning on some music and slipping on your painting apron, you take your place in front of your easel. As you stare at the blank canvas, your fingers shift up to absently run the line of Tom’s ring. It hangs on a chain around your neck, silver and bold. You hadn’t realised that he’d left it with you until you’d reached into your pocket the day of his departure and found it sitting there. You know the matching ring stays wrapped around his pinky finger, and it brings you a sense of comfort to trace the smooth band and feel connected to him, even in a small way.

You decide to paint Tom, trying to coax him to life from your memories. Shades of gold and brown take form over your canvas. With every brush stroke and flick of your wrist, you feel lighter, some of the ache lessening.

Hours pass, interrupted only by the ringing of your phone. Biting back a small curse word as you feel your concentration shatter, you put your paintbrush down and tug your phone from your back pocket. Your frown fades as you see Tom’s name, flashing on the screen besides an image of his face.

“T,” you greet, the relief in your voice obvious even to you. “Hey.”

There’s silence for a few moments, then his voice crackles down the line. “Hi, darling,” Tom speaks. “It’s not too late to talk, is it?”

You glance up at the ornate clock sitting on the wall. The feature is grand and solid gold, matching the themes of the rest of his house. Tom likes decadence. His luxurious touch is evident in the patterns of red, black, and metals that cling to each article of furniture. When you see that it’s 2am, you blink a few times, shaking off your surprise as you realise how much time has passed since you’d started to paint.

“It’s okay,” you reply. “I’m painting.”

“Ahhh.” You hear the rustling of sheets, and you imagine Tom in bed. He’s probably bundled up in sweats and a hoodie, sprawled out across his mattress. The house in Manchester always runs cold, and you’ve heard his complaints consistently for the last few weeks. The image of him resting up against the headboard, pouting from beneath a pile of blankets makes you smile. “What are you working on?”

You smile into your phone, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “You,” you tell him. “Just your eyes at the moment, and the outline of your hair.”

“Me again?” Tom speaks, and his tone is like soft velvet, gentle and crushing at the edges. “I’m flattered, darling.”

“Mmm.” You fiddle with his ring. “I’ll need to dedicate a wall to you in the gallery. You’re my favourite muse.”

Tom chuckles. “That’d be an honour,” he says, voice dropping in volume. “It’s a privilege to be loved by you.” His voice twangs sadly, and you feel yourself frowning.

“Are you okay, baby?”

He’s quiet for a few moments. You find yourself biting your lip.

“Yeah,” he says, voice thicker. “Long day.”

“What did you do?”

He sucks in a harsh breath, air catching on the back of his teeth. “Can we just talk about you for a minute?”

Worry furrows your brow. “Okay,” you say, drawing out the syllable as you scramble for words to fill the gap. “Today I visited your mother.”

“Oh?”

“She wanted me to show her how I made those biscuits, from your birthday last year?” You pause until he makes a noise of recognition. “Ended up staying there for a while, had some tea. Gossiped about you.”

Tom snorts. “Learn anything good?”

“Only that you were just as much of a terror as a child,” you reply. “She sent me photos. I’ll text them to you later.”

It’d been a sobering experience to see Tom so animated and innocent as a child, but you don’t tell him that. So much as changed since he was seven and running through a field with his brothers. He has lost more than you could ever fathom.

“Did she show you the one with my head half shaved?”

You laugh. “Yeah,” you say, smiling against the phone. You’re holding the device tightly in your fingers, clinging to it almost desperately. “I can’t believe Harry did that to you.”

“Well, I did piss him off,” Tom reasons. “I got him back, anyway.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah, darling. Put a bunch of, like, millipedes and creepy crawly things in his bed.” Tom pauses to laugh, his voice lighter. “He hated me for about a year after that. Tried to kill me with his eyes every time he saw me.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re a nightmare,” you respond. “I’m seeing him at the weekend, and Sam. I can’t wait to get their perspectives on the demon you used to be.”

“I’m still a demon now, darling.”

“Yeah.” You lick across your lower lip, mind briefly darkening. He can be particularly devilish, whenever the mood strikes. “Love you, though.”

“And I love you.” Tom’s quiet again for a few moments, and when he speaks, his voice is gentle, “I love how much you like my family. It’s really special to me that you get along with them.”

You suck on your lower lip. “Of course,” you reply. “I love them. They… They feel like my brothers too, sometimes. Is that weird?”

“No.” You hear rustling again, followed by a soft grunt as he tries to find a better position to lay in. “Darling, family is everything to me, you know that. It’s a joy to see you fit in with my family, and I know they love you like a sister, too. Mum’s always saying how she sees you like a daughter.”

You glance up at your canvas, the shapes blurring with unshed tears. “She said that today, actually,” you murmur.

“Exactly.” Tom’s voice is passionate, alight and engaged. You can feel his strain. “You’re family.”

The air between you stills, and you wonder if he knows that you’re on the verge of tears, if he knows how grateful you are to him for inviting you into his life and letting you touch each piece of him without hesitation. The intricacies of his soul have gone so long unfelt, but he’s let you handle them, let you dust them off and admire them.

“Show me your art?” Tom adds, voice slightly thicker. “Please?”

“One sec.” You swallow down the hot lump of emotions that press at the back of your throat and pull your phone away from your ear. After briefly tousling your hair, you tap at the screen and enable the video setting. You flip the camera so it’s facing out in front of you, the canvas being framed by your phone screen. “This is what I’ve been doing today… Over there are the ones from the last few weeks.”

Tom spends a few minutes on a virtual tour of your studio, cooing soft words of endearment as you talk him through each piece. He’s tired, his voice often interspersed with soft yawns and grunts of fatigue, but he blows away all suggestions of disconnecting. Your tour takes you all throughout the house, showing him the slight alterations you’ve made to a few pieces of furniture in his absence. You end up in your bedroom, showing him the new blanket you bought for your bed.

“I want to see your face,” you whine, finally settling in bed. You’re laying on his side, head resting on top of the pillow that smells of him. Tom had watched you change into pyjamas, witnessed you brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed. All you’ve had is a black screen. “How am I supposed to sleep without seeing you, Tommy?” You pout at the blank phone, trying really hard to get him to yield. It’s 3am now and you’re delirious with fatigue, but you’re craving him more than ever.

“I don’t look nice, though,” he complains. “I look ugly.”

You practically recoil at the words. You hope he can feel the ferocity in your gaze as you glare at your phone’s camera.

“You don’t,” you say. “You never look anything short of handsome.”

Tom chuckles. “You’re too kind,” he says, “but really. I got beat up a bit. My face is all…” He makes a sound of nonchalance. “Well.. It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to know the gory details.”

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead at the word gory. “Show me,” you ask, voice softer. You snuggle further into bed, pulling the sheets further around your figure and trying to pretend you’re being hugged by your boyfriend instead of the feather down duvet. “Please, baby. I’m worried.”

Tom sighs. “Okay, but before I show you, you have to promise not to freak out.” As he sees your widening eyes, he adds. “Exactly! Don’t freak out! I’m fine. Can’t even feel it, the amount of painkillers I’m on. I’m alright.”

“...Okay.”

A few moments pass, and you hear him curse as he clumsily presses at the screen. When your phone lights up, showing a depiction of your boyfriend’s face, you have to bite back a gasp. Bruises cloud his left cheek, deep shades of red clinging to his cheekbone. There are scratches, too, riddled with scabs and lined with pink skin. The most obvious and upsetting sign of his injury however is his nose.

“Did you break your nose again?” you ask, voice soft. The skin beneath his eyes is bruising, and there’s a dark mark across the bridge of his nose.

“No, thank god,” Tom murmurs. “Just got hit on it.”

He’s laying in bed too, and you turn onto your side and prop him up on one of the pillows so it’s as if he’s laying beside you. With a dark burgundy hoodie pulled over his head, obscuring his curls, he looks pale and tepid. His cheeks are sunken, and it’s not just from the injury. Tom seems exhausted.

“Are you okay, apart from that?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay, Tom?”

He offers a weak smile. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” His voice fades with each iteration. You watch as Tom bites his lower lip, then reaches up to press his fingers into the tense lines of his pebbled forehead. “Just tired, darling. It’s been a busy week.”

“Come home,” you say, sleepy and wistful. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I can’t, my darling,” he mumbles. Tom’s eyes look at you sadly. “Things would fall apart.”

“You’re falling apart.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Will you?”

Tom’s quiet for a while, and you watch him swallow. He gives you a tense nod, lips pulled into a frown. “I have to be.”

His words hurt you, but you know you shouldn’t push it further. Not with his eyes glassy and his chin twitching.

“You don’t,” you say softly. “Come home.”

Tom hums. His eyes are like two diamonds, holding the weight of the world, of a life so recklessly lived. His gaze skitters across your phone, and he arches a brow when he sees you stifle a yawn. “Goodnight, darling.”

You wish you could hold him, or touch him. You wish you could get anything more than the static and the empty bed.

“Night, Tom,” you whisper. “Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams to you too, baby.” Tom puckers up his lips and blows you a kiss. You return it, lips tweaking into a soft smile. “Love you more than anything.”

Your voice feels thick as you echo the sentiments. “Talk tomorrow,” you murmur, tired. “Love you.”

“Bye, bye, bye.”

You’re the one to disconnect, unable to take the imminent heartache that comes with being the last to say goodbye. Tom fades, and you let your phone fall over.

The pain returns, pressing into your heart. It’s raw and cold, and it makes you shiver. A few tears soak into the pillow that smells of him, cool against your hairline.

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You wake up the next morning, slowly at first, then all at once.

It’s light in your bedroom. Your sleepy mind wonders if you’d forgotten to draw the curtains when you’d crashed out last night. As you bemoan the bright light that hurts your closed eyes, you slowly twitch awake. Feeling an ache in your arm, you try to move, only to find something rendering you incapacitated. You frown in your tired haze, trying again to move, just to stay exactly where you are again. Your brows furrow next, and you slowly rouse to consciousness as you try to work out what’s going on.

Your heart rate spikes as you realise there are two arms wrapped around you. Warmth envelops you, pressing into your back, your legs, your waist. You jerk awake, panicking for a moment before you feel his lips on your shoulder, and smell the familiar scent of him.

“Shh, darling. It’s me.”

Immediately, you roll over, twisting in his arms until you’re looking at him. His eyes are soft, hair a mess, and he offers you the gentlest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Tom?!” you exclaim, voice catching in the back of your throat. “H-How— but—?”

Both of Tom’s hands go to your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a blinding morning kiss. You sigh as warmth fills every part of you, his lips washing away the angst and the sadness you’d felt just hours earlier. You moan into it, a soft rumble, and curl into him. As you run your hands over his bare form, you appreciate how his muscles are firm and supple beneath your fingertips. You map him out attentively, touch dipping into the shades of his muscles as you try to imprint him to your memory again.

When Tom breaks the kiss, he presses his lips to the tip of your nose. As his warm breath fans out across your face, he stares at you, eyes gentle. Keeping one hand on your cheek, Tom lets the other drift down. When he reaches your neck, he tugs at the chain you keep looped around your throat, his nimble fingers going to play with the ring on the end, still there, hanging between you.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says slowly. He pulls on the chain and brings you in nearer, kissing you again, softly. “We said goodnight, and...”

Your hands are in his hair, gently stroking the mane from his face. It’s longer now, thicker and brighter than before. You push it away and look at his features. The bruises don’t seem as pronounced now, and you think he must’ve spent time in the sun. Light freckles dust the bridge of his nose, slanted and wonky but perfect nonetheless.

“Hmm?”

Tom licks his lips. “I couldn’t stay away any longer. I left it all to Haz.” Again, he steals your lips in a kiss. He follows up the action with several more, light dustings in quick succession. He tastes minty, and you wonder how long he’s been cuddling you. “I don’t care if we lose Manchester. I don’t care if we lose everything.” He swallows seriously. “I can’t lose you.”

“You were never going to lose me,” you whisper. You brush your thumb across his unscarred cheekbone. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“But I missed you,” Tom whines. He drops his face, lips drifting down to suckle at the base of your neck. You giggle as he leaves tickling kisses all over your skin, mouthing at all the spots that make you laugh until he’s found his way up to your lips. With a hand on your jaw, fingers on your chin, he guides your face to look at him. “Time away gave me a lot of time to think,” he adds, voice drifting lower. A shadow of a doubt passes over his face. “I spent a long time pondering.”

“Yeah?” If he wasn’t holding you so tightly, you’d be concerned. Instead, you continue to muss your thumb across his cheekbone, gazing at him adoringly. “What were you thinking about?”

“Hmm. Well…” Tom lies back, sitting up with his elbow digging into the pillow as he turns to rest on his side. You mirror his position, stretching out your legs beneath the covers as a small yawn slips past you. “I realised that you’re the only person who makes a nice cup of tea. Even I can’t make one as well as you.”

You smile softly. “Don’t let Harrison hear that.”

He chuckles. “He’d be a bitch about it.” Tom’s eyes slide over your figure, gaze soft. You hum in quiet agreement, and he sucks in another breath. “I realised that no one else loves my friends like you do, and the same with my family.” Tom reaches out, hand slithering beneath the duvet until he finds your waist. His fingers are smooth, without the jewelry that usually adorns them. His calloused fingertips roll across your hip, and everything about the moment feels bare and authentic. “I love you now, and I know that I’ll love you forever.”

Something inside your chest clicks, and you find yourself looking at him a little differently.

“Where’s this all coming from?” you ask, looking at him, eyes wide.

“My heart.” Tom pulls you a little closer, and you think you see him swallow nervously. “C’mere, angel.” He turns and lays on his back, gently coaxing you to straddle him.

You settle over him, laying on top of his bare chest. He’s in boxers, and they rub up against your shorts as you shift around on top of him. Tom’s hair presses into the white pillow, wild and messy, but not unlike a halo. With the late morning sun highlighting his worn face with golden stripes, he looks ethereal.

“Darling,” he murmurs. “Gimme a kiss.”

You bend over, and Tom greets you with a warm open-mouthed kiss. He doesn’t seem to care that you’re tired and groggy as he reaches out to cup your cheek, the other hand resting on your hip. You smile against his lips as his fingertips dip beneath the material of your shirt, rubbing light circles to your flesh as you sit up eagerly and press back in. His kisses feel like droplets of fire, setting off small chain reactions with each press of his lips to yours.

When you pull back to admire him, the chain around your neck goes swinging. Your eyes widen as you hear the thump of heavy metal colliding with Tom’s chin, followed by his soft grunt.

“Oh,” you exclaim, immediately feeling your face fall. “I’m sorry, baby. I always forget about the ring on the end.” You bend over to kiss his chin, then sit up straighter, hands absently travelling along the chain. The metal feels familiar beneath your fingertips, and you sigh softly. “I haven’t taken it off since you left,” you admit. “It was nice feeling connected to you, and the ring you left—”

The words die in the back of your throat when you reach for the ring and feel two instead of one, looped side by side on the chain. Confusion twitches across your face as you look down and inspect the piece of jewelry.

Tom’s ring is still on the chain, silver and bold, but sitting beside it is a dantier ring, the band thinner. It lacks the brash family crest that Tom’s harbours so proudly, and has a diamond as its centrepiece. Your fingers go to it immediately, and you find yourself trembling as you pull it closer to your face, inspecting the perfect cut of the sparkling diamond. It’s a large jewel, but it isn’t too flashy, and the ornate twisting of the band is beautiful.

You look back to Tom, who’s watching you with his lower lip pulled between his teeth. Nerves shadow every one of his features, and it’s such a rare look on him that it takes you off guard.

“Angel,” he says slowly, reaching out to take one of your hands. “I love you. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together… I want to grow old with you by my side, and wake up to you each morning. I want to watch our kids muck around in the back garden, and I know… I know I’m not supposed to want these things. I don’t deserve them, and I’m being incredibly selfish even having you here with me right now, but I love you, and nothing will ever change that.” Tom squeezes your hand. “You’re the only woman in the world that I’d ever be able to love like this, and it would be the greatest honour of my life if you married me.”

You’re quiet for a few moments, processing his words. Entranced, you shake off his hand and reach up, tugging off the chain that hangs so heavily from your neck. You unpick the clasp and the necklace falls open, depositing both of the rings into the palm of your hand. They sit there, side by side, and you feel a tear skate down your cheek.

“Tom,” you say, voice thick with tears. “I’d love to marry you.”

The rings press into your palm as he hurries up to kiss you, smiling against yours lips. Tom’s nose nuzzles against yours, and when he pulls back, you see his eyes are red too.

“Thank fuck,” he murmurs. “I was so worried for a second that you were going to say no.”

Your laugh is light and vibrant, and you hold out your hand for Tom to pick up the engagement ring. As he slides the engagement band up your finger, you take his ring, chunky and heavy, and tenderly press it up his finger, joining it with his fourth finger instead of his index. You bend over to kiss the rise of his knuckles, then pull back as you feel him do the same to yours. Through blurry eyes, you bring your hand towards you and admire the gem as it sparkles there.

“In what world would I ever say no to this?” you muse, after a few moments. “I want to be with you forever, Tom. You know that.” Tom’s still looking at his ring, at where it joins at his knuckle, but he glances up when you drift nearer. “I came off birth control.”

His eyes darken slightly. “I know.”

You hold his face in his hands. “You’re silly,” you say. You peck his cheek. “I need to brush my teeth,” you decide. You know exactly where this is going, and you want it to be perfect.

Tom pouts, but he helps you up from his lap. He watches you walk across the room, and his gaze stays on you as you keep the door to the en-suite open and start to brush your teeth. “Miss you, darling,” he calls out. You roll your eyes, but your heart beats a little faster. “You look ethereal.”

When you’re finished in the bathroom, you hurry back to bed. You find your way back into Tom’s lap, sinking into him to share a fresh kiss. “Tell me more about what you want with me,” you continue, voice darker.

With a determined smirk on his lips, Tom flips you. You release a huff of air as you find yourself laying on the mattress, head on the pillow, with him suspended above you. He plants a forearm on either side of your head and gazes down at you fondly.

“I want to settle down with you,” he says slowly. “Maybe start to divide my assets, give a little bit more power to Haz. I want to focus on you.” He pecks your lips before continuing. “I want to watch your gallery grow into the most successful place in London, and I want to be by your side at every opening. I want a big white wedding, with the cake, and the confetti, and the best honeymoon that’s ever been had. I am going to spoil you rotten.”

“You already do a very good job of that.”

“I’ll kick it up a level. I’ll have to. You’ll be my wife.” Tom’s face darkens. His hand shifts down to rest over your lower stomach. “We’ll need to wait for a lot of those things to happen, but there’s one thing that I want that we can start working on right now.”

Your mouth goes dry, and you feel the space between your legs throb. You tilt your head to the side as you stare up at his handsome face. “And what would that be?”

“Our heirs, darling.” He smirks when you whimper, warm fingers dipping beneath your shirt until he’s able to touch the flesh of your belly more directly. “I’m gonna fill you up with my babies, angel. Fuck you really good. ‘M gonna keep cumming until you’re full of me, then fuck you full again.”

You moan as he drops his face to your ear, suckling hard marks against your skin. “Fuck,” you murmur, burying your hands in his hair. “That sounds so obscene.”

“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you? You’re my dirty little thing, hm?” Tom bites at your neck, teeth nipping you and making you shiver. “I know you want me to cum in you so much that it drips down your thighs for hours after I’m gone. You want me to make a mess of your pretty cunt.”

“Please, Tom,” you whimper. You feel hot and bothered already.

“Eager, darling?” Tom sits back and gently reaches for the hem of your pyjama top. You bring your hands above your head as he gently tugs it up your arms, throwing it off to the side without thought. He crawls back over you and seizes your breasts in his hands, his metallic ring like a cool shock against your skin. When he nibbles at your nipple and follows up the action with a lap of his tongue, you whimper.

“Don’t be a tease,” you beg, squeezing your thighs together. “I need you, Tom. Haven’t been with you in so long.”

He looks up at you, tit held between his lips. Tom winks as he gives the bud a noisy suck, then pulls back to address the other. He keeps his thumbs busy, and as he moves away his mouth, he replaces his touch with the pad of his fingers, swirling his spit around your skin with ease.

“There’s no rush,” he announces. He keeps his hands on your breasts, kneading softly and stimulating your nipples as he knows you like, but his mouth starts to move. Tom trails light kisses down your form, keeping his eyes on yours. He observes you through darkened eyes. “Don’t whinge,” he adds, the tips of his teeth sparkling ravenously. “I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll cry, but not yet. Let me enjoy this.”

His promise makes you squirm, and Tom takes advantage of the fact your hips are off the bed and tugs your shorts and panties down your legs in one fell swoop. As you part your legs, you invite him closer, biting back a frown as Tom settles between your thighs but pays your legs attention instead of your centre. Your folds are slick already—you can feel them wet, hot, pulsing with more urgency the longer you spend watching your boyfriend’s muscles flex as he draws his lips across your figure.

Tom teases you, drawing out the moment until you’re quivering. His lips draw down to your shins, his whole body sliding down the bed until he’s just out of reach. You lean back against the pillow and try to enjoy it, revelling in the warmth that he dusts across your bare skin with each small kiss. Tom traces love hearts up your legs with his fingertips, drawing large ones over each one of your knees before tracing over the outline with his tongue. As his spittle cools over your skin, Tom finally parts your thighs.

“Such a pretty sight,” he moans, taking a moment to admire your glistening cunt. You think he’s going to dive straight in, but then he smirks, and you know that was just wishful thinking. Instead, Tom nuzzles his nose against the soft flesh of your inner thigh and goes back to kissing.

He’s needier now, moving with fervour. Sucking harshly, you know he’s marking your inner thighs, drawing an arrow towards your centre with a line of bruises. He delineates his journey, marking out the precise route he needs to take up to your sweet lips as if leaving instructions.

“Tom, please,” you moan. He’s so close to you that you can feel his hot breath coming out across you. He looks up at you and throws out a wild grin, his eyes bright and his smirk as bold as ever. “Please stop teasing me.”

He hums softly. “Okay, my darling,” Tom murmurs. You release a deep sigh of relief. “But only because I can’t go another second without tasting my pussy…” His thumbs gently move along your petals, light with his touch and teasing you until your cunt clenches around nothing. “You don’t mind if I’m a little rough, do you, angel?” He blinks up at you innocently. “I tend to get a little bit lost in you, but you know that by now, don’t you?”

“It’s okay,” you say. “Give me anything… ‘m aching for you.”

Tom’s devilish smirk makes you wonder if giving him complete control was a good idea, but the thought goes flying from your mind as he nuzzles his face closer and finally indulges himself. Moaning loudly as he tastes you, his lips gradually envelop your clit, hot tongue lightly glancing off the engorged rise of the bud as you cry out. He’s wet with you, letting his tongue make your slit all messy.

Tom brings two slender fingers to your lips and parts them in a V. His nose brushes up against your clit as he slowly moves down. As the thick muscle of his tongue presses against your dewy entrance, he emits a low-pitched moan.

“God, darling,” he purrs. “Tastes even sweeter than usual.” As the vibrations of his words thrum over your cunt, you shiver and grab at his hair. One of Tom’s hands grabs at your inner thigh, pushing it up and opening you wider until he’s able to move deeper. You gasp as both of his thumbs shift down to hold your lips apart, tender petals parting easily.

As Tom slides his tongue into you, your eyes roll back in your head. You squirm against the sheets as wetness drips between your cheeks, a mix of your heat and his spit as Tom devours you. He moans against you, dragging his tongue against your tender walls. The sensations of his smooth muscle twisting against your sensitive pussy makes you shiver, and when he adds a thumb to your clit, you cry out loudly.

“Tom, oh fuck.”

He traces around your bud with a light finger, teasing the edge of the bud with his fingernail. Impatient and needy, you rut down against him, a choked sob bubbling up in the back of your throat. Your chest is heaving, your nipples perked and erect, and your fingers shake as you hold him to your heat. Tom seems to go deeper with each thrust of his tongue, moaning as he makes you messy, leaving no part of you untouched.

You call out a quiet warning, blind with lust and on the verge of tears. “‘M gonna cum,” you mewl. “Feels too good.”

He hums aggressively against you and dives deeper with his tongue, touching your clit until you peak. The feeling of your walls clenching and contracting against his face makes you whine, rutting down against him as you ride it out. Tom takes it, stays pliant as you grind onto his tongue, continuing to stimulate your passage until your back arches from the bed and you break into a hot sweat. When Tom pulls back, he’s quick to replace his tongue with two fingers, and the moan you release is garbled and excessive.

“T-Tom,” you cry out. He curls his index and middle finger into you with ease, his fourth dropping down to rest between your cheeks. You can feel the metal of his heavy silver ring, cool against your skin. “S’too much.”

He finally looks up at you after an eternity admiring your heat. His eyes are wide and feral, his chin coated in your juices. You whimper as you see streaks of white cum clinging to the early morning shadow of his chin. Tom grins inquisitively as he thrusts his fingers faster, your heat so slick and open that the movement draws out loud noises.

“I don’t think it’s too much, darling,” he mumbles. “I think you’re being my good girl, hm? We’ve barely started.” He drops his lips and nuzzles further between your legs, looking up at you with your clit held loosely in his mouth. He gently laps across the rise before releasing it and pressing a light kiss to the engorged bud. “I’m going to make you cum so much you forget your name, lovie. Gonna show you how much I appreciate you today and for every other day of our lives.”

You like the sound of that, and your cunt throbs persistently as Tom curves his fingers up and his fingertips brush against your ridged g-spot. As your hips threaten to spasm from the bed again, Tom sits up and shifts his arm, so it weighs down your lower stomach. “More,” you decide, hearing your heat prickle as Tom speeds up his fingers.

He adds his ring finger, and you cry out as the smooth band of metal presses up against your entrance. The contrast of cold against the ravaging fire of your hole is almost orgasmic in itself.

“Pretty little pussy,” he muses. “Need to stretch you out for my cock, da’ling. Haven’t taken me in so long, I don’t want to hurt you when I stuff you full.”

You’re so wet. You can feel the flat of Tom’s hand coated in your arousal, hear your heat as he fucks you. You try to pay attention to him, but you find yourself slipping when he drops his lips back to your bud and starts to suck on it. As Tom traces incessant circles over your clit, he alternates between long laps of his tongue and more focused kitten licks. Your desperate fingers curl around the silky sheets as you recognise that he knows your cunt well, and he’s learnt the right angle and depth that he needs to travel to in order to get you to the edge. He’s persistent and ruthless in the pursuit of his objective.

You peak for the second time as he curls his fingertips up against your tender g-spot, moaning around your clit under you’re crying out. Your eyes burn with tears as you call out his name, voice clouded by curse words and desperate sounds of enjoyment. You’re loud, thrashing in the sheets until he has to reach up and press you into place, not moving as he continues to stimulate you through it. It feels unending—an eternal tunnel of throbbing pleasure, your cunt squeezing his digits until it’s almost too much.

When you grow too sensitive, you tell him as much, and Tom pulls back to reach blindly for your hand. He finds it, then separates from your mound. His fingers slowly slip from your aching cunt, causing you to gasp, but he softens it out by kissing over the knuckles of your other hand, then your lower stomach.

“Perfect, angel,” he coos. Tom pushes your legs shut again, being careful not to hurt you as he crawls on top of you. He squeezes your hand as he continues to kiss all over your stomach, hips and chest, retracing his tracks from earlier until he finds your nipples. You moan as he laps at both of them messily before moving up to your face and kissing you intensely. His tongue tastes of your juices, your arousal sticking to his tongue. The tangy hue sticks to your own mouth, and you moan as you taste it.

“God, I love kissing you,” he murmurs against you, voice rumbling into you. Tom gasps your face with his clean hand, holding you tightly. “Could do this for the rest of my life.”

You’re hungry as you chase him, body tired but craving more. As Tom starts to roll his hips against yours, the press of his length to your centre makes you excited.

“I can taste myself on your tongue,” you admit. The blend of you and him makes you feel ravenous.

“Really?” Tom sits up, his face flickering with enjoyment as you start to grind up against his hips. He circles his waist against yours, both of you enjoying the little pleasure until you find the capacity to nod. “You’re nice, aren’t you?”

You lick your lips, watching the way he stares at you. “Yeah,” you say. “Tastes of you, too.”

Tom reaches up, and with the hand still covered in your juices, he feeds three fingers into your mouth. You moan around them as he imitates thrusting motions, smearing your cum over your tongue. There’s a metallic twang as he pushes deeper, his ring brushing up against the tip of your tongue as he fucks towards your throat. The taste makes you shiver.

“There you go, clean me up,” he coaxes. He presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose before hovering above you. Tom’s eyes, dark and hungry, shift down to your lips, and he raises a brow. “Such a pretty mouth. Wish I had time to fuck it, too, but shit… I need to be in you, darling.”

When he pulls his fingers from your mouth, you feel empty. Your tongue is light—too light. A pout settles over your lips.

“Why are you frowning?” Tom adds as he sits back on his shins. You sit up a little straighter, strength regained as you watch him move around and shed his boxers. You almost moan as you watch his cock spring free, tall and flushed red. You’ve missed it. You’ve missed him.

“Feel empty without you,” you respond.

Tom slides over you again, and you part your legs. With ease, he slots himself between your thighs, his throbbing crown resting against your clit as your wet lips envelop the rest of his member.

“Well, you’re going to be very full soon,” he murmurs, looking up to kiss your jaw. He waits above your lips, quirking a brow. “Open, then, if you’re so needy.”

Your teeth catch your gnawed lower lip before you follow instruction, opening your mouth for him. Tom presses one of his hands against your shoulder as he leans up. He rests a thumb to your chin and looks down at you, eyes glimmering with mischievousness as he puckers his lips and hums. A moment later, Tom spits into your mouth, his dirty spittle falling onto your tongue. He groans at the sight, and you reach up to grab at his broad shoulders as the heat of the possessiveness rolls over you. Tom chases his action with a deep kiss, his fingers rolling back down to pull up your thigh and open you for him.

As he enters you, it’s a smooth movement. Everything flows together—your tongues, your bodies, your hearts. Tom’s able to guide himself inside you almost seamlessly, and you’re so aroused already that the stretch is comfortable.

“Fuck,” you gasp, falling back from his lips.

“Oh, god,” Tom groans. “That’s it. Fuck yeah.” He kisses you again as he slowly pulls out, sliding back into you with ease. His lips are hot as they rest on yours, unmoving as he gets lost in the pleasure.

“You’re so big,” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he continues to thrust into you. Tom’s building it up slowly, rutting deeply against your heat as his member explores your walls. It’s a little clumsy before he establishes a rhythm, his groove coming back after a few weeks apart, but when he gets it right, it feels otherworldly.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says, dropping his face against your shoulder. You bury your hands in his hair, fingers tensing around his strands when he bites at your skin. “Love of my life,” he coos. “Love this pussy more than life itself. Love you more than anything.”

Overwhelmed, you hum, the sound twisting into a gasp as he grinds against you and the crown of his flushed length hits your sensitive spot. “God, yeah,” you agree. “Feels so good, Tom. Go deeper.”

He obliges you for a few moments before his rhythm fades, and he stills with his cock stuffed deep within you. Your fingers play with his hair as you feel him kiss your shoulder, then follow up the action with a lap of his tongue.

“I want you on top, darling,” Tom grunts, words smearing against your neck. He’s panting, hot breath making your skin wet. “Need to see my beautiful wife.” You clench around him, and you feel him chuckle into your shoulder.  “C’mere,” he coaxes. “I’ll help you up.”

It’s dizzying to readjust, but as soon as you’ve taken your place in Tom’s lap, you feel better. You’re impossibly close, able to watch his face constrict with pleasure every time you lower yourself on him. He’s got his head thrown back against the headboard, half-closed eyes watching you, ringed-fingers digging into your hips.

“Tom,” you whimper. “Feels so good.” Your eyes are rolling back, your body trembling as he helps you move. With each bounce down, Tom ruts his hips up to meet you, and when you shift slightly to the side and lean forward, his tip brushes up against your spot. Arcs of electricity zing through your centre, adding layers to your enjoyment.

“The way that you look right now should be breaking the law,” he says, voice held tight. Tom grabs one of your tits in his palm, roughened thumb toying with the nipple until you squirm. “You’re stunning, angel. All mine…” he drops down to kiss at the base of your neck. “Mine forever.”

“Y-Yeah, ‘m yours,” you stammer, voice hitching as his index finger trails back down to your bud. It knocks you off balance how quickly your third high threatens to surge across you.

Tom sees it on your face, growls as he feels you clench around him. “Come on, darling. Give me another one.” His greedy fingers continue to move your hips as the others play around with your clit. The bud tingles, stimulated beyond anything you’ve felt before, but the ache makes it better. “Always the prettiest when you cum, angel. Make the prettiest sounds too. Go on, my love. Let me hear you sing for me.”

It takes a few moments for you to peak, and when you do, you go loose in Tom’s arms. It ripples over you like a blur, your limbs feeling equal parts boneless and taut. Everything fades, pulled back to the bare primal motions of orgasm, warmth spreading through your entire body until it consumes you.

No sooner have you finished your release does Tom scoop you up in his arms and press you back against the mattress. He continues to drill into you, moving roughly against you, grinding his hips into you. Both of you are sweaty, and the space between your legs is sticky from all the aroused fluids that you’ve released, but he doesn’t care. He buries himself in your heat, losing himself in the feelings as you claw at his back, unable to comprehend the pleasures of overstimulation on a scale as intense as this.

“You’re okay, yeah?” Tom says, pulling away from your neck to stare at you. You’re slack-jawed and panting, but you nod. He likes to push you, and you like being stretched to your limits, but he never does it cruelly. He’s always attentive as he picks you apart, slowly breaking you open until you’re shattered into pieces that only he can reassemble. There’s love behind everything he does with you.

“Yeah,” you manage, voice broken. Hot tears of enjoyment pool in your eyes, a muffled groan leaving you when Tom reaches for your thigh and tugs it open roughly. You curl your leg around his back, allowing him in completely, and as you gain that familiar friction back against your g-spot, you melt against the sheets.

“You know what I’m going to do, angel?” Tom grunts. He’s heavy on top of you, body a blur as he fucks you harder, faster, deeper. “I’m going to get your initials tattooed on my ring finger, so you’re there even without the ring.” He stares down at your face, love swirling in his frenzied eyes. “I’m going to—fuck, I’m gonna fuck you so good for the rest of your life, darling. I promise you that. Yeah.” He nuzzles at your cheek, hot breath panting across your skin as he drops his voice to a gritty whisper. “I’m gonna love you, cherish you, fucking adore you… Gonna put a baby in you.”

“Holy shit,” you mutter.

Tom slows his thrusts, his hips stammering in a way suggestive of the way he’s near a peak and wants to put it off. With an intensity that you’ve never seen before, he reaches down, balancing on his strong arms until he’s able to rest his hot palm against your lower stomach. He presses against your skin as he thrusts into you a few more times, slowing but burying himself deeper.

“Can you feel me?” he says. “I’m in so deep, darling. I can feel everything. Such a wet pussy. So greedy.”

“Yeah,” you whimper. “You’re so big, T. I can’t think about anything else.”

“Mmm, good, ‘cos you’re the only thing I’m thinking about right now.” He dances his fingers across the soft skin of your stomach, contrasting the gentleness as he drops his head to the crook of your neck and nips at your skin. “Can’t wait to fill you up,” he admits roughly. “Thought about it every night I was away.”

“Yeah?” You brush your hands through his sweaty hair, tugging as he drives a little deeper.

“Fuck yeah, baby. Go on, touch your clit.” Tom waits until you’ve done as instructed to continue with his musings. “Thought about how you’ll look, belly all swollen with my cum. I love those pretty whimpers you make when I pull out, and my seed pours down your thighs. Can’t wait to fuck it back into you until you’re crying.”

“—oh god,” you whine.

“Mm, yeah. I felt you clench then, darling. I know how much you like the idea of taking fuckin’ everything I give you.” Tom presses firmer against your lower stomach, accompanying the action with a particularly hard rut. “You’re gonna feel me here, lovie, right in your womb. Gonna stuff you to the fucking brim until there’s no chance you aren’t pregnant. Gonna fill you with my babies, give us the heirs we both deserve.”

“Please,” you beg, voice broken. It’s overwhelming in the best way, your bud rebelling as you toy with it. But you’re persistent, matching the deep rolls of Tom’s hips as you feel another climax stir in the pit of your stomach. Everything feels so fluid and wet that it’s hard to tell where you stop, and Tom begins. He’s tangled up so completely in you that he has become part of your existence. “Please, Tom, I want it.”

“What do you want?” Tom teases. He’s a devil, looks up to smirk at you. You can feel how badly he wants to snap into release just from the way he’s controlling his thrusts, but he isn’t going to cave until he gets exactly what he wants. “Use your words, gorgeous girl. I know you can do it.”

He’s in so close, lips on your cheeks, chin, nose, and lips. His heat envelopes you, clouding your brain. With each nudge of his tip deeper against your walls, you get closer to losing it, clinging to the firm muscles of his back like it’s your only lifeline.

“Give me it all,” you choke out. “I want it, Tom, deep in me. Want you to fill me up with your cum.” His curls are sweaty as you reach up to fist your trembling hands in them, entirely at his mercy. “Wanna feel you lose yourself in me.”

“Mmm, okay, baby,” he groans. His voice is broken, thick and tired from exertion. He kisses you roughly, all tongue and teeth, the noisy meshing sounds of your lips mingling with the chaos of his hips slapping down against yours. “Oh fuck,” he pulls away to say. “Oh fuck. Oh—”

With a heavy grunt, Tom finally spills. He releases a loud groan, hips snapping forwards with an animalistic force as he drives his cock deeper, shaft pulsing as your walls squeeze around him. You cry out, cumming for the fourth time. Your climax feels like the main attraction, as if every other orgasm has merely been part of the buildup. You push up against him, breasts pressing into Tom’s chest as your eyes screw shut, tears cascading down your cheeks as pleasure burns through you. His name pours past your lips like a prayer until it’s all that you know, all that you care to know.

It ends, and you’re trembling. Intense aftershocks rock through you, and you feel Tom kiss all over your cheeks as he coos soft words of endearment into your ear. His lips become wet, and you realise that blissful tears have skated down your face.

“Lovely girl... Best girl…” He’s gentle, tender. You jump, opening your eyes suddenly as Tom slips from you, causing your aching walls to spasm. He looks up at you, lifting a questioning brow as he reaches down towards your clit. “Finished?” he asks. When his fingertips lightly make contact with your bud, you wince. Everywhere aches, and it’s nice, but it’s enough.

“Definitely finished,” you choke out.

“Okay, okay… sorry, love.” Tom gently pulls back, flashing you an apologetic smile as he kisses your inner thigh. He shuffles around, eyeing the sight of his cum leaking from your hole, and you watch him shudder. “Fuck….” You can feel it slowly dripping from your entrance and clench your walls just to see his reaction. Tom groans, chewing his lips and continuing to stare until you shiver. He smoothes a hand over your thigh. “Sweet thing,” he whispers. “I’ll bring you some water.”

It only feels like he’s gone for a second, and you realise you’re drifting, ecstatic and loose-limbed. Tom is suddenly behind you, delicately hauling you into his arms. He sits against the headboard and pulls you into a tight hug from behind, kissing over your shoulders as you whimper softly. You can feel the soft fabric of his sweats as he settles you in his lap.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. He presses a glass of water into your hand and helps you take a sip. As the cool liquid soothes your throat, you relax into his hold. “Love you, love you… Love you so much.”

He’s so warm against you, holding you tight. Your eyes still feel wet.

“Love you too,” you say. Tom takes the glass from your hand and puts it down on the bedside table, and you turn in his arms to kiss him. Your lips feel puffy and sore, but the ache is worth the relief of feeling your fiancé’s mouth gently press to yours. You sigh as the tension leaves your shoulders, draining away as he loves you, and holds you.

“Am gonna clean you up, now,” Tom mumbles, voice soft. You look at him, curious until you feel a warm cloth pressing against your thighs. You part your legs, turning back in his arms and snuggling further into his grasp as he delicately runs the material over your centre. “Sorry, darling,” he says as you wince. He’s so gentle, but it still aches in a way that hurts.

“What time is it?” you ask, mind running slow.

Tom throws the cloth aside, then reaches out and grabs one of the thick furs that sits on top of your bed. “3pm.”

Your eyes widen. “What?” you murmur, brows creasing. “What time did we wake up?”

“Around midday.”

“Wow.” You smile softly as Tom tucks you both in, covering your shivering form with the blanket. You reach up, leaving your left arm above the fur and reaching out to take Tom’s hand. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

He laughs and tangles your hands together. Tom’s palm is warm against yours, and his other hand curves around to fiddle with your new ring.

“Indeed it does, darling,” he coos. “I had a lot of fun. Did you?”

“Always.”

You watch him play with your ring for a while, his lips moving over your sweaty neck. You’re still hot and exhausted, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He holds you tight all the same, not caring that you’re messy and still quivering from the aftershocks. Soft sentences of adoration pour from his lips as he holds you.

“After this,” Tom says, voice slow, “I thought we could have a nice bath… maybe drink some champagne, have some dinner… then I want to hear everything you’ve been up to for the last month, and maybe we can celebrate some more.”

You nod softly. Turning in his arms, you sit up to face him properly, dragging the large blanket with you and draping it over you both as you straddle his lap and rest your arms over his shoulders. The bruising is still on Tom’s face, but he looks more handsome than you’ve ever seen him before. There’s a golden glow to his face, a certain lightness that you’ve never seen before. You reach down and take his hand, bringing it to your lips and ghosting your mouth over his ring.

“I love you so much,” you say, looking up at him from behind his hand. His smile is like the sunrise. “Thank you for everything you do for me.”

“Oh, darling.” Tom pauses to kiss you, smiling against your lips. “Don’t you know the pleasure is all mine?”

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will i burn for this ? perhaps. but it’s worth it. thank u to my lord and saviour mr mob!tsh... i love u.

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