#sending you much love darling 🤗

[singsweetmelodies]

(strawberry pasta anon here)

i can promise you that it isn't a bad concept especially when pasta isn't exactly savoury,,, it's more uh plain? or just don't salt the water to cook pasta too much, so it is quite good

and love you too hah it's really nice to discuss cultural differences and experience an utter shock from it

HI AGAIN!! 😍💕 awww, you just make me smile so much, dear anon 🤗 and you're so right! i love hearing about different cultures and seeing people's reactions, hehe 🤭🥰 and about that pasta! so... 🙈 i always cook my pasta quite salty and very al dente, so i can't quite imagine NOT having it like that, to be honest with you. but there's a first time for everything, no? unless my girlfriend kills me for cooking crimes ofc 😆 then it's the first and last time, hehe xD

[realmrszurzolo]

ron invites you to the burrow 𝜗𝜚

a/n: this is my first time actually writing/posting one of these so pls bare with me 😭 i like to think i’m not a bad writer but pls lmk if there are any grammar or punctuation errors 🤗😚 also i’m not british so there might be some mistakes or hiccups in the way they talk! again, i apologize 😓

warnings (??) — bf!ron, hufflepuff!reader, fem!reader, pure fluff ♥︎

you and ron had been together for a few months now, and everything was as perfect as could be. you went to his quidditch games, you both bonded over your love for food, and he gave the best hugs imaginable.

he had been unsure if it was a good idea to take you to meet molly and the rest of his family, especially after the way she had reacted to fleur. but after much back and forth and asking fred, george, and ginny, he decided on it.

“just….beware. they can get crazy sometimes,” he cautioned, his chest rising in an oddly deep breath before raising his fist to knock.

the snow had really piled up, you thought, as your scarf barely helped your face warm. your mittens intertwined as best they could with ron’s, his hat matching the cloth on your hands.

“don’t worry, ron, im sure i’ll be alright,” you smiled, squeezing his hand as you stared at the closed door waiting to open.

the door quickly flung open, revealing a beaming molly behind it. she immediately rushed over to hug ron tightly, mumbling a bunch of greetings. ron glanced at you from his mom’s hug, eyes wide in a ‘help.’

you giggled, running your thumb up his hand reassuringly.

molly pulled away, fixing up his now messy orange locks before looking to his left. molly’s jaw dropped, mirroring the way she pounced on ron, but somehow more aggressive to you.

“oh, you must be y/n,” she cooed, rocking you left and right as she squeezed the living daylights out of you.

“well, come on in, then!” she motioned for you two to follow her inside, you and ron side eyeing each other.

“sorry,” he whispered, swallowing thickly before following his mum inside the warm home.

“are you kidding? i love her already.”

once molly had rushed you two inside, arthur greeted you with a firm handshake and a smile. “my darling,” molly began, pouring you each a warm cup of tea. “you are twice as beautiful as ron makes you out to be,”

you smiled, giggling as you glanced at your boyfriend. his face reddened immediately.

“does ron talk about me a lot?” you ask curiously, lifting the mug to your lips. the warm steam cooled your pink nose. the fire crackled, fred and george conversing as they heated their sock-enclothed feet.

“oh, you have no idea,” molly began, ron buried his face in his palms. arthur chuckled, taking a long sip of tea. “but enough about him. tell me about yourself, dear,” she invited, motioning for ron’s dad to get out the biscuits.

“well, i’m a hufflepuff, i’m a prefect, head girl, and i have outstandings in all of my classes,” you told her, feeling a bit tense at the mention of your house. you knew how much the weasleys valued being a gryffindor, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint them.

molly and arthur exchanged glances, and you swore you could’ve screamed and ran away right that moment. you tapped on your mug, looking at ron before down at your lap.

“ronald, you break this girl’s heart and you’re out of the house,” molly raised her pointer finger at him, causing a fit of comfortable laughter to fill the silence of the room.

“she really is an angel, mum. she tutors 1st years,”he added, making you smile shyly as you hid your face in the mug.

molly gasped, holding her hand over her heart. “well, my dear, i am beyond delighted that you are taking care of my ronald. just let me know if he becomes a handful. i’ll be more than happy to send a howler his way,” she warned, shooting ron a stern glance.

just as quickly as your worries came, they disappeared. molly loved you, arthur loved you, and you had not a doubt in your mind that ron did, too.

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a/n pt 2: this was so fun to make!! i’m on a 5 day break so i’ll be writing some stuff, pls pls pls pls PLEASEEE lmk if you want to see anything or have any questions at all!! 😚😚

[slasherwife]

Hiya! (Don’t know if requests are open but if not just ignore-)

how would the slashers react to their s/o who goes in and out of the hospital because of health problems?

Hope you Have a good day/night and stay safe! ^^

hiya my darling i especially love you and this is an adorbs ask 🥺 thank u for sending this in!! and sorry for the extreme delay 🥹💞

i decided to include brahmsy because i miss him dearly 🥹💗

Slashers with an s/o who’s in and out of the hospital

summary you and your slasher husband must make time for your hospital checkups and whatnot. how does this impact the relationship and mental health of both of you?😇💕

warnings fluffff🥺🌷

thomas

thomas is the one to carrying you to the hospital if it came to it. every single time. he just loves you so much 😭💞 he can’t let you be in danger. he is the first one at your side every single time you are in need of help with your health.

he will be a mother hen. anything that hoyt requests you do, he will be at your side making sure you are safe and protected, whatever it is. unless luda is there to help, he will be at your side diligently to make sure his love is doing okay and that they don’t need help🥺🌷

he is insanely protective. thomas is like a protective force field around you, literally nothing can harm you while he is your beloved protector 🥺💞 tommy notices when hoyt purposefully gives you difficult tasks he knows you won’t be able to do, and since then, tommy has made it his personal goal to make hoyt afraid of messing with you. and boy, he can be terrifying🥲

when the time comes where you need to be on the way back to the hospital, tommy is pushing through everyone in his way to get to you. 🥺🫶 you are his heart, his baby, his beloved one. he is your sole protector and he will see to it that you get the proper care you need. don’t worry y/n, thomas is here to keep you safe.

he doesn’t mind doctors. just make his sweetheart healthy and there won’t be a problem🤗💗

jason

jason is a little passive when it comes to medical stuff. i mean, he lived off the bare minimum after the lake incident, and then became undead so~~😂💞 but once he realizes the love of his life, the flower on his mountain, needs this medical care, he will do everything in his power to get them to it🌷

jason is very very understanding. 💕you had explained to jason that you are often in and out of the hospital for whatever reason. this might result in you disappearing for a few hours, to a few days at a time, but there was nothing you could do about it. 🥺 in those soft and expressive eyes of his, you could read, “i would wait forever for you.” 🌷💕

when you return, expect the softest princess treatment. jason has made the bed for you, lavished with new soft blankets and pillows. he has your favorite stuffed animals, and once you’re snuggled in, he gives your stuffies kisses before tucking them with you, and then giving you forehead kisses, and making a “shh~~” sound while stroking your hair😭🌷💗

he likes carrying you everywhere😭🥺 or at least holding your hand softly as he walks places. i think it’s a very soft manifestation of his possessiveness, and fear of losing you. he carry’s you like a baby, or like a baby koala, on your walks through the forest🥺💗 or if he needs to go somewhere and you want to go with him, he won’t hesitate on wrapping you in your favorite blanket and taking you with him💕🌷

with jason, you will be treated like the softest lil mushroom baby princess to ever grace earth🥺💞 unless you don’t want to be, at least let him tuck you in and hold your hand softly whenever you’re with him 🌷he’s just scared to lose you.

michael

michael absolutely cannot stand doctors. as we all know, michael has not had very nice interactions with them growing up! in fact one could argue they ruined his life😭he definitely does not want that for you, but he understands that this is the best way for you to stay healthy💕🫶

michael’s trust issues causes him to stalk you your entire stay at the hospital. whether that be days or a few hours. it’s definitely not for distrust of you, but for the doctors he despises. he knows if they were to even slip up once, they would be in an inescapable world of hell from him🥺💕that’s his parter they’re putting needles in, one mishap and they are all dead😩

in a way, he becomes your doctor too, ironically. if you have specific medicine you need to take, you best BELIEVE michael’s going to be standing with your meds in hand outside your door, AS SOON as you wake up 😭💗he watches as you eat, drink, monitors your caffeine intake, hides, trashes, burns any food he seems unhealthy for you. he’s hyper fixated on your well-being even though it’s not obvious.

you honestly will not notice it, but he’s hyper fixated on keeping you alive. he has stayed up all night, multiple nights, to watch how much sleep you’re getting😖💞he makes sure your water is filled up enough to his liking, your portions are ample, and every single prescribed pill (if you are prescribed medication) is downed at the exact time it’s supposed to be consumed😇

you will not notice at all how protective michael is over you. when he doesn’t approve of one of your doctors (for whatever reason) they are gone, and another will come in. he pulls the strings, and he makes it seem so effortless. all for you, all for his love, his darling one🌷💞

brahms

he cries every time you leave. “don’t leave me~~” he sobs. but in a way he isn’t crying for himself, and somehow you know too. 🌷💕he knows you’ll always come back, it’s why he loves you so so dearly. but what if you are too sick to come home one day? what if you die in the hospital, alone, and he’s left alone forever without you? 😭

he notices that you are tired and weak after your hospital visits. brahms certainly is selfish but when he loves someone as much as he loves you, he will go to ends of the earth to please you and earn your praise🥹💗he will make you your favorite snacks, and bring you his favorite toys or read something from his poetry book 🥹💞 it’s his way of showing you he cares!

g-d forbid anything happen at the house. brahms isn’t good at remembering when you need to take any medication or any special instructions for yourself given by the doctor❤️‍🩹😖what if one day you forget and you pass out or something? he is so anxious because if this and tries his best to make sure you are looking healthy every day. he can’t ever lose you y/n!🥲💗

you will receive a very clingy boi once you arrive back home😖💗 once you step back into the heelshire mansion, expect a rumbling and brahms stepping out from the walls, encasing you into his warm arms mumbling incoherent speech, his grip tight on your hips and waist. he missed you so much 🥺🌷

brahms will be very sad every time you leave to go to the hospital, but he must come to terms with the fact that it must happen. he struggles with severe abandonment issues every since his parents and greta left him, but he will learn that you will always return to him🌷

bo sinclair

he will certainly not make a very big deal about it. and he will absolutely not relay any of your medical information to lester or vincent. you want to know anything about y/n? fuck off. it’s none of their business. he won’t like talking or hearing about your mortality or health, it makes him overthink and anxious and he doesn’t like feeling that way at all :(

generally, bo is extra gentle with you and extra angry with his potentially hazardous brothers. when you are feeling particularly sick, he’s speaking in hushed cooes while stroking your cheek🥺💕if you’re on the couch he makes sure both brothers know not to make any loud noises. he will tease you for being a couch potato while literally wrapping you in blankets and spoon feeding you apple sauce😭 he loves it when you visit him in the garage, talking to you is like a drug to him 🥺💞

bo goes extra lengths to make sure everything is in order. when the time comes around to make a trip to the hospital, bo is loading up the truck with necessities and blankets and whatever else you want. he has vincent help him sometimes. and he doesn’t want you to question a thing 🥹💗 of course he’s doing this for you, baby girl. sweet thing, just get in the front seat and let him take control. 🌷

he sits with you and holds your hand or thigh in the waiting room. when the doctor comes around he sits up and shakes the doctors hand like a suburban dad before they take you back to do screenings and go over your symptoms and medications😭💗bo stays in the waiting room with his knuckles brushing over his chin, and watching the clock.

surprisingly, bo is extremely good at taking care of you. it mostly comes from him taking care of vincent and lester all those years. he is absolutely terrified at the possibility of losing you to any sickness you may have, but masks it with teasing words and his overprotective tendencies😭💗

vincent sinclair

he is very scared of being incompetent at taking care of you. he might go to bo for advice, and will feel guilty for not going with you to the hospital when the time comes😞🌷. he gets bo to get you a car to use when you need to leave for your appointments, and will not eat and barely sleep while you are away.

he gets some sort of communication between you two so you can update him when you are away at the hospital😊 this way he can know when things are going well, and get better idea of when you will be home. this helps his distress and separation anxiety a lot🤗💝

when you return home, you are going straight to your room. you aren’t even inside the house yet and vincent’s warm arms are wrapped around you, his hard chest against your back, his face in the crook of your neck breathing you in. you are finally home🌷 vincent takes your hand gently and leads you into your guys’s shared room, cuddling with you in the bed running his artist hands up and down your body.

he makes you little trinkets to bring with you to the hospital. he thinks of it as him being with you in a way, and sees it as protection 😇💕this also calms his separation anxiety in a way, and it gives him an excuse to spoil you in endless gifts, for his goddess muse 😩💞

since i think bo would generally leave y’all alone, vincent would be an excellent caretaker and really takes on the role of a mental support system. the texting is a huge help to both of you, if you are having anxiety at the hospital, vincent is right there to calm your nerves 😇💕don’t worry dear one, your darling husband vincent will always be by your side 🌷

[violet-harmon2011]

the evans ideal date

a/n: i know some of these are not totally canon - just let me live out my fantasies in peace lol

p.s. i love you all, thank you for reading!! pls lmk if any of these seem incorrect, i haven't revisted some seasons in a while. also please send me requests or just any evan peters related thoughts lol 🤗😚

all photos are from pinterest <3

evan peters

i have a feeling he would love going to the movies

or building a pillow fort and watching one in your living room

he has mentioned in an interview that he would watch anything just to eat buttered popcorn and candy and drink soda lol

if it were up to him, he’d prob pick a rom com but he’s also up for a good horror film every once in a while

if you went to the theater, he would definitely wanna sit in the back and make out

if you're at home, he would wanna cuddle and would let you lay your head on his chest until you eventually fall asleep together

tate langdon

i feel like he would wanna take a walk around the neighborhood after dark, you know, escape the house for a bit

he'd def wanna hold your hand

shares an earbud with you

listening to your shared playlist on your ipod

would give you his sweater if you got cold

would walk on the side closest to the road to protect you

kit walker

most days the he's too tired after work & you just wanna stay in

would wanna bake with you!!!

and would it turn into a steamy makeout sesh on the countertop? ...and potentially something more? 100%

but seriously, he just loves spending time with you after a long day at work

cooking with you, holding you, kissing you, cuddling you

when he's able to save up to take you somewhere special, he'll ask you out to the movies or a nice restaurant or even the county fair

overall just a lovesick puppy who is head over heels for you

kyle spencer

would want you with him at any parties he has to attend

but would much rather prefer spending time alone with you

would wanna take the bus out of town to escape for a little while

loooves picnic dates with you

would get the maid's help to make a bunch of food to bring

could relax under a tree with you for hours

jimmy darling

would take you to a diner in town

would wear gloves and try to pretend he was normal for you

but you would take none of that, holding his hands with nothing but a proud smile on your face

he would definitely feel 100x more confident after that

your reward would be waiting for you in his trailer that night ;)

james patrick march

would settle for having a nice dinner with you in his room and taking you to bed afterward

but would also be open to doing wtv you want

would ask you if you wanna get a drink at the hotel bar or have dinner at a nice restaurant if you’re tired of the hotel

kai anderson

going out with kai is a rare occasion

most of the time, you’re lucky if he lets you sit in his lap while he’s doing cult work late at night

but every once in a while (especially on nights he wants to try for his messiah baby) he’ll ask you out

god forbid you make a big deal about it or even tell anyone other than winter

“get changed, i’m taking you out in five”

is really the kai equivalent of “do you wanna go out tonight, my gorgeous princess?”

peter maximoff

shows up to your house, hiding behind a bouquet he picked for you

would wanna go to an arcade

beats you at every game

then he feels bad so he wins you a teddy from the claw machine that is absolutely impossible to win at

would take you out to eat after

nothin fancy probably just a diner or somewhere cozy

he cannot afford it but you don’t need to know that

would split a milkshake with you <3

afterwards, he has the zoomies so he gives you superfast piggyback rides

made you matching goggles in your fav color for protection :)

would wanna run around target at 1am pushing each other in shopping carts until you’re both kicked out lol

makes you playlists and loves sharing his music with you

warren lipka

would wanna drive around, get drunk, do it over again

no but seriously, he'd just be content driving nowhere, windows down, screaming some song that makes him feel "alive"

would take you to the gas station or some cheap diner

would love taking random road trips together & finding adventure

alex (adult world)

would love to take you to a museum if you're down

if you're a writer, he would come to poetry readings & book signings with you

loves going to the art store/bookstore

would also be down to just rent a film from adult world & chill at home if yk what i mean 😉

[look-at-the-soul]

Hi! Ok so I don't know if I late to your Adele Song Tribute (if I am that's totally alright!) but if you still have space what about something for Tommy or Jonathan with the song Skyfall? Maybe something about reader standing by her man/comforting him when everything seems to be falling part? I think it's one of my favourite songs of hers and not just because I love the James Bond movie of the same name😂 you totally don't have to to though if you don't want too❤️❤️

Hey Addie! Don’t worry you’re never late 🤗 thank you so much for sending in this request! It’s the first one of the ones I got that I started worked with because I particularly LOVE that song and watching the performance to get inspiration is something I really enjoy! ♥️ so I hope you like this 🥰

The lyrics for the song are in italics. As I was debating whether what background story to choose from to develop this story, I had like a moment flashing before my eyes… I definitely enjoyed writing a dark Tommy story for “The way to a man’s heart” but the thought kept coming back to me, how about the opposite? How about someone who actually loves him and wants to help him and his family? So I turned everything upside down and came up with this.

Adele song: Skyfall

Skyfall

Tommy Shelby x reader (smut)

This is the end

Hold your breath and count to ten

Silence.

That’s all that filled the halls.

For this is the end

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

So overdue, I owe them

Swept away, I'm stolen

Y/N took a deep and shaky breath to build some courage and walked towards the love of her life.

Tommy had been staring at the road the police cars took after arresting Polly, Arthur, John and Michael, but they were long gone.

She’d never forget the look in their faces as they were processing what was happening; everything was caos, the people she considered her chosen family yelling, cursing Tommy, trying to find a way out. She felt useless.

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

Esme and Linda were looking at Tommy with such anger, that it made her heart ache for him. Jaws clenched, pointing fingers at him as they were escorted out of the house.

We will stand tall

Face it all together

Let the sky fall

Softly she touched his shoulder to let him know she was close.

“Tom.” She could hardly even her own voice. “Come.”

It took a huge strength from her to snap Tommy out of his trance.

“Frances can you please prepare me a tea for Mr. Shelby? Lavender or Valerian Root… double.”

“Right away Madame.” The maid nodded and rushed towards the kitchen.

“I need to be alone.” Tommy mumbled as he stood in front of the staircase.

“No.” She stated firmly. “I’m -” her voice broke down a bit, “I’m right here for you Tom.”

“Y/N please,” he replied in that warning tone he used when he was about to loose his patience, “I’m not a very good company at the moment.”

Skyfall is where we start

A thousand miles and poles apart

Where worlds collide and days are dark

She could see the pain in his eyes, and it was the hardest thing to endure.

Tommy had stepped up for his family since a very young age, he worked really hard for everyone, put everything single member of the family before him or his needs… it was time to make him a priority.

She couldn’t look another way and pretend he was alright.

Because he wasn’t, but he didn’t know how to ask for help either.

With all the love she held in her heart for this man she kneeled before him, Tommy didn’t lift his head as it was hanging close to his knees, he looked defeated.

“You got this, Tom, love,” gently but with a firm hand, Y/N lifted his chin to make him look at her, “this seems like a very dark time and that everything’s going the wrong way, but you always find a way to make it better, you always find a way out.”

“They hate me, Y/N as if they needed one more reason… there was nothing I could do to stop them from going to fucking jail.”

“I know darling.”

“All of this…” he extended his arms while looking around the room, “money, power, and for what? They’re in a fucking prison cell, the size of a shoebox. Someone else paid the judges and police more than I did.”

Where you go, I go

What you see, I see

“That’s where you’re wrong, my darling… you can use it to get your position back, if they got your family in prison and they want to play dirty? But you can play smarter than your enemies, I know you will get your family out of jail soon.”

That seemed to work on him, his features were softer, his shoulders weren’t so tense.

“What would I do without you? Ey?” His thumb outlined her cheek.

“Drive Frances crazy?” Y/N joked earning a small chuckle from Tommy that felt like the sweetest thing ever. “Now, I know it’s almost impossible, but have some rest, it will help you think better in the morning.”

“Will it work if I say no?” Tommy tried, knowing the answer before he even opened his mouth.

“Absolutely not.” She slapped his arm lightly before extending her arms towards him to ask for help to get up.

Getting rid of his suit jacket she placed it carefully on the chair, then Tommy let her unbutton his vest and shirt, but first she needed to get rid of the holster and gun.

His mind was going down in a spiral with worry, fears, the monsters inside his head, the tunnel closing up while he tried to reach the stairs to get out… but there right next to him was a woman who trusted him, who believed in him, who was trying to be the light in his darkness.

The only one he could trust to disarm him, both physically and emotionally.

Before he knew it, she tucked him in bed now only wearing his shorts, then she took a cigarette and the matches and lighted it for him, knowing so well he needed a smoke.

“I won’t take long, don’t go anywhere.” She requested right before pressing her full lips to his.

There was only one way to make that mind of him go numb.

He needed to think straight to choose his next move, but he wouldn’t be able to do so when he was in that altered state.

So she removed her skirt and blouse, applied some perfume and subtle lipstick and walked out of the bathroom wearing only her intimate pieces of clothing, a silky short in pale pink with a touch of black lace and matching bra.

As she slowly and tentatively walked towards the empty side of the bed, Tommy was under some kind of spell, his eyes devouring her body.

He was in the same position she left him; the sheets around his waist, bare chest and leaning against the headboard.

Still looking vulnerable after the horrible events of the day, but in his eyes she found a small flame starting to grow with each step she took. As it grew Tommy licked his lips in preparation of what was coming, he was aware of the power Y/N held over him once the bedroom door was closed.

His mind was already in blank as she straddled him, her fingers running up and down his chest. Tommy’s hands immediately circled her waist as he looked up with adoration in his eyes.

“Y/N what are you doing?” Tommy asked in a whisper, his body reacting as she rocked her hips slightly, tempting him, barely brushing against his member.

“Taking off my clothes.” Y/N replied in an innocent voice as if it wasn’t obvious.

Tommy groaned in pleasure as her upper body wasn’t covered anymore. He only dared to close his eyes a moment as she took off his glasses very carefully and placed it on his nightstand. He hissed as she took again her previous spot on him, leaning down to finally give him a proper and deep kiss.

As his mouth explored her neck and collarbone, his hands removed her underwear. A moment later, she was helping him out of his shorts. The atmosphere getting heated rapidly… it wasn’t long before Y/N was rocking her hips back and forth, teasing Tommy, just allowing the tip of his cock inside of her body, as Y/N moved an inch down only to move up again almost all the way out. He protested and tried to move her body down again, he needed her warm walls envelope him.

I know I'd never be me

Without the security

Of your loving arms

“Fuck… Y/N.” He moaned and to her it was the most beautiful sound.

But she wasn’t going to give in, just as Tommy tried to grind her against his hard member, she moved up again. The burning feeling between her legs only adding more pleasure.

“Not yet dear.” She enjoyed the half empty feeling of just having his tip inside and decided to change her pace and angle by making circles with her hips.

Tommy was weak when it came to her, there was no use in trying to deny it, but when it involved her naked, he would do anything she wanted him to.

“Please… I can’t hold it.” She noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead, how tense his jaw was, his beautiful blue eyes closed and felt the rhythm of his heart against her palm.

That’s when she finally in a fluid moment took all of him, his eyes snapped open and a low fuck escaped his lips as he could only focus on the fluttering feeling around him. Y/N controlled her movements to prolong her own pleasure. Throwing her head back she gave in the feeling of being connected so intimately to Tommy, hitting the sweet spot inside of her over and over and suddenly watching him with his mouth hanging open, the veins on his neck pulsing, groaning and trying to not come undone before her it was too much.

“Don’t hold back.” Y/N encouraged him as she guided one of his hands to her center, where she needed him, his skilled fingers set her on fire in mere seconds and they both reached the climax together.

***

By the end of the night, Tommy was exhausted, Y/N noticed when the rhythm of his breathing changed and he stopped clearing his sore throat after too many cigarettes. She didn’t dare to move to make sure from her current position; head resting on his chest, his arm around her waist. But at least she achieved her main goal… make him feel tired enough to get some sleep.

She knew he would deal with everything in the morning with a clear head, but for now she only wanted to enjoy the feeling of his lean body relaxed, his deep breaths helping her to relax as well.

Keeping me from harm

Put your hand in my hand

And we'll stand

The following morning when Y/N opened her eyes, she noticed Tommy wasn’t in bed with her but she could hear him moving around the bathroom so picking his undershirt from the floor, she tiptoed towards him finding Tommy tucking his shirt inside his pants.

“Morning Mr. Shelby, slept well?”

“Like a baby, you wore me out.” There was a hint of a smile, before returning to his usual serious expression.

“I’m coming with you to the office.” Y/N announced, but before Tommy could protest, she added; “think you probably need some extra hands these days.”

Tommy swallowed watching her strip down to enter the shower. “Thank you.”

She’d choose to tease him for accepting help so easily, but given the circumstances she decided to pass on and hurry up, without his family around the work and papers would pile up.

“Can you take over Polly’s calendar?” Tommy asked as they rushed towards the door.

“Sure.”

“Ada will help us as well, I need to go out during lunch though, I asked Michael to do something but…” he trailed off and let the words hanging in the air.

As the car left Arrow House, Y/N squeezed his hand in an attempt to give Tommy some reassurance. On their way to the Shelby headquarters, Y/N helped him sign a couple of documents and a letter, as the ride went in silence, she knew he was already making a plan so she decided to give him time and space to do what he did best.

As soon as Tommy crossed the door Lizzie and other secretaries and employees were trying to figure out what would happen now, uncertainty decorating their features. Everyone following his instructions, not asking questions, they were just obeying his orders, he was back to being the boss once more, not showing an ounce of emotion, of course he wouldn’t show the vulnerable side Y/N saw the previous night.

Y/N marched to the kitchen in silence to prepare him some tea.

“This is a mess, how did you handled him last night?” Ada asked leaning against the table.

“As best as he let me.” Y/N sighed. “I think he’ll need something stronger, but Polly keeps the booze locked and I don’t know where her keys are.”

“I need to go through Arthur’s papers later, if I find something, I’ll give it to you.” Ada proposed in a low tone, still shocked.

���I’m planing to pay Polly a visit, she might need a change of clothes and other things, would you come with me?”

“The safe combination wont work, Y/N I need you to open it.” Tommy appeared out of breath, he looked like he had been moving furniture around and it was only past eight o’clock.

“Alright I’ll take that as my cue to go.” Ada left them with her own cup of tea, she had a long day ahead and knew when to stay away from her brother.

Pouring the two cups, Y/N gave Tommy his to try to keep him busy as he was looking over her shoulder, as if with that she would be able to open the safe faster.

“What’s so urgent?” She didn’t understand, Tommy had already paid for protection for his family while they were in jail. That was something.

But the combination she was using didn’t work either and Tommy was growing impatient.

“Hang on, Pol told me something about a picture.” Y/N clicked her fingers and started opening the back of a frame that was sitting on Polly’s desk, hidden behind a photo of Michael, there was a paper with the new combination.

“Why the hell did she choose to hide combination there?” Tommy complained, shaking his head.

“Because no one would think of opening a photo frame?” Y/N chuckled and left him to start organizing the things she would be helping around with.

First she started to make a list of the things that were needed at the office, then she got busy with the car spares of the upcoming shipments which kept her busy most of the morning.

The following weeks happened exactly like that, super busy days by keeping the books in order, registering the accountability made her feel exhausted by the end of the day and her feet were sore when she got involved in dispatching the Scotch whiskey. She could barely realize when it was lunch time and before she knew it, it was already nine o’clock and Tommy took some papers to keep working from home.

Rubbing his eyes, he locked the door to his office and walked through the empty property, all employees were gone home for the day, except for one; the most loyal one, the one who stepped in and didn’t ask what she needed to do, she got completely hands on immediately and didn’t stop until he was ready to go. Y/N had been developing incredible leadership skills, she made everything go right on time, she made sure meetings were efficient and all employees had clear instructions.

Tommy looked around for her since all he could find was silence,so it was a surprise to find her sitting on the floor inside the safe, somehow she also managed to make the count and organize the mess they had inside. After feeling on the edge for days, watching her skirt wrinkled, a lock of hair bothering her vision and making her blow some air in a lousy attempt to move it back made his day go a million times better.

She wasn’t a Shelby yet, - he should change that soon- but somehow she had managed to earn that last name by her endless support and all the hard work she was doing.

“You’re making me start thinking I should have everyone else fired and hire you full time, what the hell are you doing Y/N?” Tommy asked with his arms folded against his chest, the hint of a smile dancing in his lips. He couldn’t hide the amusement in his features.

Face it all together

At Skyfall

“Why do you have a King’s letter here?” Y/N raised her hand with a wrinkled paper, that caught Tommy’s attention right away.

“Where did you find it?” His eyes scanned the words at speed.

“After finishing the count, I started organizing the licenses and papers, this briefcase was at the back.” She explained showing him the other papers. “What’s the matter?”

Then, in a surprising motion, Tommy took her face between his hands and gave her a loud and effusive kiss on the lips.

“This is better than the fucking lottery!”

He announced storming out of the safe, Y/N rushed to close it before following his steps confused.

“You’re a fucking genius.”

“I’m not following.” She frowned while Tommy poured two glasses, this was the first time she saw him smile for weeks, his eyes finally showing life.

“I found that briefcase by accident some time ago, it involves the King in some shit ,” his eyes were shining like the stars outside, “this is my ticket to get my family out and all thanks to you.”

Tommy pulled her by the hips to make her sit on his lap.

“What are you waiting for then? Go on!” She encouraged him, but Tommy had other plans.

“If it wasn’t for you during this difficult time, I wouldn’t be able to do this, you know that right?” His hand came to caress her cheek while she took a moment to savor his sweet words. “This is far from the ideal proposal and I don’t even have a ring right now, but I need you to know that I want you by my side forever.”

“Oh Tommy!” Her eyes got teary, she was so tired and worried for him, thinking he would explode at any moment so this was totally unexpected.

And for the first time in days, they both felt like they did a good job by keeping the business afloat and finally the way to get the family free. After hugging tightly and another round of kisses, Y/N pulled back.

“First things first, we’re going to write a letter to get your family out of jail,” Y/N stated excitedly, “we should do a tea party and invite Mr. Churchill and other VIP guests.”

Tommy chuckled.

“And let me pick up Aunt Pol, she is still angry with you.”

“Fair enough.” He answered leaning back on his chair as Y/N was writing the letter.

After asking a blinder to deliver it personally, Y/N walked back into Tommy’s office finding him with his eyes closed and two fingers massaging his temples.

“Everything will be alright.” She hugged him from behind, taking in how worried he really was, but he had been disguising as strong and tough and intimidating all the time.

“I know,” when Tommy looked into her eyes, she found sadness. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Tommy… I knew you’d find a wait to get them out.”

“This shouldn’t be happening. Not to them.”

“Let’s focus on the future now, hmm?” Y/N kissed his cheek.

That was all he could think of now. And all of the things they’d do together.

He was so grateful for the way she managed everything, kept him grounded and focused, encouraged him to keep going, to not give up, she stood up for him when he needed it the most.

And there was nothing on earth good enough to show her how grateful he really was.

***

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[amymbona]

1950s Patrick is cool, but imagine how tragic the story of 1940s Patrick is...

The war started and he is taken into the army, you cry and are afraid of losing your wonderful beloved husband. You can never be sure whether he will live or not, but can only believe and hope that at least he will remain alive, not to mention the injuries both physical and psychological, since war does not spare anyone. You spend your last night of love with him, whispering to him how much you love him and that you won't let him die. Maybe the conversation will even get to the baby, about how they want a baby and what you would name the baby after him. Patrick or Patricia :)) When a tear runs down cheek, he comforts you, says that he loves you, that he will never die and leave you alone. You end up falling asleep hugging him, and you look at him for the last time, knowing that tomorrow he will leave. In the morning you see him off, constantly kissing and hugging him the whole way, 'cause you understand that this is the only chance to be satiated with his love and adoration. You wave your handkerchief at him, shedding a tear, and here he is, leaving. All that remains is to believe that his service will be easier than others and that he will return to their home with the same wonderful smile and bright, shining eyes that you fell in love with.

Every time I realize that I'm a damn director, not a screenwriter. Give me my lovely screenwriter!!!

I haven't written to you for a long time, girlie. Amy, how are you?! What's up? 🤗🤗

- 🐦‍⬛

I'm gonna give you a blow job for this one, little bird. How am I doing? After reading this? Absolutely fucking wonderful.

One thing people must know about me is that I love angst and THIS..... 🫦🫦🫦 SO SO SO GOOD!

Imagine Patrick somewhere in the trench, the sun is falling down and he's shivering, purple bruises on his cheeks, his hair a complete mess. Unwashed, starving, the lack of sleep and warmth is very much evident in the way he's shivering but by some miracle, he hasn't gone crazy yet.

Perhaps it's the image of your beautiful face that he keeps in his pocket, a little photograph he has torn out of your family memory book that you keep in the living room, just to have you with himself at all times. All the men in his troop know about you, know your name and age and what flowers you like, that you love to dance to Glenn Miller's songs and wear the prettiest dresses. Patrick keeps talking about you nonstop.

And currently, he's writing a letter to you, one that he's been writing for the past there weeks and he honestly has no idea if his writings are ever gonna be seen by your eyes. Patrick is desperate to remain in contact with you, but he knows that even if all the letters would remain stuffed in his pocket, you'll know damn well what messages he is attempting to send you.

Luckily, through some begging and mutual contacts, he manages to give the letter to some guy. Patrick kisses it a thousand of times, hoping you'll get a whiff of his scent, even though he smells like dirt and piss.

My darling,

I miss you dearly and I miss you every day. Remember how I told you Remarque was a stupid fool? How I couldn't believe a single word from his book? This place is worse than All quiet on the western front, it's worse than hell itself.

Every day I thank myself for taking that little picture of your beautiful face to look at. It keeps me sane, I think, and I look at it more than I used to look at your real face. Forgive me it I've ever made you cry, my love. I cry every night.

Don't waste your words asking me how I'm doing, write about your days instead. Are you doing all alright? Are you keeping the place clean and that stray dog that keeps sneaking into our garden well fed? Has your mother's flu been treated and is she feeling better?

Please, darling, spray your perfume on the paper when you write me a response. Use the whole bottle it you feel like it's not enough. I just need to feel you somehow. If you can and find away, send me some food. Anything. In cans, preferably. Me and the boys are starving. They want to meet you when we're all back home. I talk about you and our memories every night.

I will be missing you until my heart stops beating.

Yours, Patrick

[carnevol]

Hi 🤗 it's been a while since I've seen you on my dash (and no worries about that, life has its ways sometimes ❤️) but I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were doing alright 😊❤️ Sending you lots of love and good vibes 💕

Hey darling! Thank you so much for checking on me you’re so sweet 🥰 I was just taking a little break from social media but I miss you all so I’m somewhat back now. 😘💕

[bellarkeselection]

Daemon Targaryen x reader

Reader is his mistress and she’s pregnant. When the king send him back to the vale he take his mistress with him and he stays there with her and forcing Rhea to watch they love for each other and the baby

I will still take requests until Sunday 🤗

My Chosen Wife

Daemon Targaryen had a wife. Everyone knew it throughout the realm especially in kings landing but he didn't care. He didn't find her attractive not when he had me at his side in secret. I was his mistress and I didn't regret it because we were more in love then he would be with anyone else. Peaking my head around a pillar in the throne room Daemon was brought before the king who demanded he return to his wife. An hour later he entered my room wrapping his arms around me gently while I wrapped my arms around him in a hug too. "I don't want you to go, Daemon. I'll miss you too much." I mumbled before he broke the embrace we shared. He kisses the crown of my head with a weak smile resting a hand on my stomach since I had told him I was pregnant early this morning. "We won't be separated I promise Y/n. Because you and our baby are coming with me back to the vale." Searching his face for hesitation I found none so I flung myself into his arms not realizing the truth until a few years later after I had our little girl Eve.

It’s been two years since we left Kings Landing and went to live at the vale but apparently Daemon required that his wife stay with us too. He explained that it was so if people questioned the legitimacy of our daughter who thankfully had her father’s hair and my eye color. But I figured out there was something more behind that he really wanted to make her angry since he didn’t find her attractive at all. Walking through the castle I was holding little Eve in my arms until I halted seeing Rhea standing across the room glaring at me. “There you are my wife. How are my beautiful girls this morning?” Daemon’s footsteps came from behind where I felt his familiar arms wrapping around my waist nuzzling his nose into my hair that was completely loose. “We’re fine my dragon. But I don’t think Rhea likes what we are doing. She’s death glaring me almost all the time.” I replied turning around to face him where he moved his hands to rest on my hips smirking at the dark black dress I was wearing that had red scattered throughout the fabric too. Rhea walked past us in the hallway spitting in Daemon’s face making little baby Eve just clap her hands not understanding anything that was really going on around her. An innocent spirit that I hoped would remain in her until she was old enough to get married then things would change.

Handing Eve to her father I grabbed his forearm dragging him down the hallways and into our bed chamber closing the door behind him as he put her in her crib for a nap turning his attention to me. “Something is troubling you, my darling wife. Why does it bother you that I keep her here?” Crossing my arms over my chest I tapped my right foot nervously on the stone floor. “You’re saying you enjoy making her suffer. Most women don get to choose the man they want to marry. She was forced into this. If you want me and Eve, all of us…then marry me and get rid of her.” I begged him feeling sick in my gut to be hurting her like this. Daemon strides up to me crashing his lips down onto mine making me throw my arms around his neck getting lost in the kiss until he broke it vowing in a labored breath. “Our marriage may not be good in public but you are and always be my chosen queen. Y/n I love you. I’ll always love you.” Staring into his dark eyes he was right that even though it wasn’t right I was more desired to him because he was something I wasn’t supposed to have. Daemon was my forbidden love until the end of my days.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[literatureloverx]

MY DEAREST SNOW WHITE🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ I HAVE COME BACK FROM THE LONG AND TIRING REALITY OF LIFE‼️‼️HOWWW AREE YOUU MY DEAREST⁉️⁉️💥💥 IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE LAST INTERACTED😔 Oh, how I miss you so much🥺🥺 I hope you have been well this days. Have you been eating and drinking enough?🤗🤗

The exam days are finally over😮‍💨😮‍💨I have survived the battle💪💪 Also about my last ask I was kinda being dramatic bc at that moment I thought I was going to die in my sleep which I'm not against to bc it's a painless way to freedom (personally don't really believe it exists, sorry nikolai) it's bc of my illness that always get intertwined with circulatory and respiratory issues (& other stuff too) that made me feel that, I'm still experiencing it just not as bad as last time. I'll say I'm pretty good now. Anyways.

Is that AKUTAGAWA RYUNOSUKE MASTERLIST⁉️⁉️OMGOMGHHHJSHSHSH I can't wait to see more of him🙏🙏 I wanna give him so much love aughh😔

This talk about birth chart made me feel curious about mine bc back then I thought that they're kinda silly and very stereotypical now I'm second guessing it. I tried to do it back then but failed multiple times so I just give up on it. I didn't dig enough about that subject so maybe that's why I seemingly failed

Well that's enough,it's night time and I need to sleep so goodnight(or day) my dearest snow🙇🏻‍♀️ I will return fast so no need to worry!

*Goes back into the dark*🧛🏻‍♀️🫀

Hello, 🧛🏻‍♀️🫀-anon! ♥️ I missed you too, darling. I’m doing well—just lacking motivation, but other than that, it’s all fine!

(Nikolai is crying in the corner.) Please know that you are loved and appreciated. ♥️

I will write for Akutagawa at some point, but I need to finish the requests I’ve received so far, along with the Nikolai ideal type headcanons and NSFW headcanons, of course.

I’m really interested in your chart, though! Feel free to send it to me if you’d like; I can respond privately.

[tellywoodtrash]

My dad's been in hospital since last one month, we went through literal hell n only now things are looking a bit better TT, thus I thought of you sis..how are and how's your cat doing??any new fav itv drama?or are you still in love with Thai bls(as an AO3 reader I TOTALLY understand you)??I watched only one Pak drama named 'rah-e-junoon' recently only cause of The beautiful Danish Taimoor😍 it's not bad specially he with his love n obsession makes me wana SIGHHHHH😩😩😩 dreamily..also HAVE YOU SEEN JUNAID KHAN IN 'MAHARAJ' (not the Sethupati one) MOVIE??his n Sarvari's reels are everywhere and they are so Wattpad coded... reminding me of those period couples in novels😍😍 he's so dreamy..6'2" tall, nerdy, kinda awkward and has this soft boy vibes going on and did I tell you he kinda looks like Henry Cavill??and Rami Malek??😩😩 life hell ho jaye par tharak na jaye🤤 now tell me how everything is going on your end✨

Hi Darling,

I hope your dad is feeling better, and you are taking care of yourself too, friend! (Caretaker burnout is reallllllll and I am sending you all the strength and healing vibes 🤗🤗🤗)

ITV seems to be a closed chapter for me; the rapidly progressing degeneration of that genre is just notttttt inspiring any confidence (or interest.) The wholeass industry needs a major major shakeup. Same with Bollywood, nothing's really pulling me anymore. Laapataa Ladies (which I still haven't watched yet) is LITERALLY THE ONLY MOVIE calling my name in all of the 2024 releases. Junaid seems like a promising nepo kid; the Cavill vibes are definitely there. Let's hope that he picks good scripts and doesn't fall down the usual wormhole.

Things that I have been watching and enjoying in the past few weeks:

The Acolyte: I literally know/care nothing about the Star Wars universe, but Manny Jacinto. Enough said. I need to rewatch coz god his character has me going awooooooooga like a fuckin' cartoon wolf. I am obsessed.

Abbott Elementary: Giving B99-ish (but much more mellow.)

Modern Family: Just a rewatch (during my mealtimes)

Late Night with Seth Meyers/Last Week Tonight/The Daily Show for US election shitshow in palatable doses

Meet You at the Blossom: A chinese BL which is fulllllllllllly delivering on the toxic romance from the Tellywood of yore

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans: A thai BL that is again, giving v Tellywood romcom vibes (Gul Khan types), with not one, BUT TWO WHOLE ENEMIES TO LOVERS couples. Noice.

Love Sea: Ridiculously high heat/good chemistry; one half of couple is the greenest fuckin flag in the history of human existence.

My Love Mix Up (Thailand): My cutest lil kuchupuchu babies. I wanna put them in my pocket and squishhhhhhhh them allllll like a goddamn stress ball. Wholesome wholesome lil show that makes me feel warm and sunshiney inside.

4 Minutes: No real idea what's really going on here with the time skips and background crimes and shit, plus this show feels like an anxiety attack in audiovisual form, BUT I'm here for Bible Wichapas giving me morally-grey himbo with hilarious (to me) gay panic.

So yeah...... That's what I've been up to! Hope you and yours keep well, lovely. <33333333 And yes, keep that tharak flag flying high!!!!!!!!

[lovvecherrymotion]

I’m so sorry your concert got cancelled. Sending you pookies for hugs 🤗 love you 💖

thank you so much, darling. i love you 💖💖

[misshoneyimhome]

So I send the ask about Fiala and Hischier! And if you could write anything in an domestic scenario with Kevin Fiala would be amazing, if you can add a sprinkle of smut even better! Maybe welcoming him after a road trip, when he's tired and craving love and attention! Thank you !!! 😘

- 🇧🇷 (can I use this emoji so you can identify me?)

Alrighty babe! A good classic of welcoming your man home, oh yes ❤️ So, it’s the first time I've written something about Fiala, but babe, he’s truly handsome, and I absolutely loved it - I also hope I somewhat captured your idea 😉 please, if you enjoyed it hit me with more ideas! I’d love to dive into some more Kevin F. 

Sure 🇧🇷 always fun to be able to recognise readers 🤗

[not sure if it's too much sprinkle or too little 🙈]

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex (perhaps, nothing too explicit)

Word count: 1.6K

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Home is with you ⚡️

The dim glow of the porch light greeted him as he plodded towards the front door. Weariness weighed down his steps after the long journey, yet a surge of excitement pulsed through him at the thought of seeing you.

Unlocking the door, Kevin Fiala stepped inside, enveloped by the familiar scent of home that instantly eased his tired soul. Then, there you were in the living room, nestled on the sofa with a book, unaware of his arrival. A gentle smile played on his lips, appreciating the serene sight you presented.

"Hey," Kevin softly called out, his voice carrying traces of both fatigue and yearning, catching your attention as your eyes lit up upon seeing him.

"Darling, you're back!" you exclaimed, setting the book aside and hurrying off the couch to greet him.

Without a word, he embraced you, pulling you close, resting his head against your neck, breathing in the familiar fragrance that comforted him. You reciprocated the hug, feeling the tension slowly ebb away from his weary body.

"I missed you," you whispered, your voice filled with tenderness.

"I missed you more than words can express," Kevin murmured, his hold around you subtly tightening.

You pulled back slightly to gaze at him, cradling his face in your hands. "You look exhausted, baby. Come, sit down," you said gently, guiding him to the sofa and settling him beside you.

Resting against your shoulder, Kevin shut his eyes, savouring the simple joy of being back home with you. "Just being here by your side is all I needed," he admitted, his voice barely audible.

Your comforting touch glided through his hair, easing his restless thoughts. "I'm here for you, always," you assured him, planting a tender kiss on his forehead.

And as he basked in the warmth of your presence and the reassurance of your touch, the fatigue seemed to fade away. The strain of the road trip gradually dissolved into the background, replaced by the serene comfort of being enveloped in your love and concern.

With a grateful exhale, he nestled closer, content to share the moment with you. As nightfall draped the world beyond, both of you found solace in the tranquillity of home, cherishing each other's company in the gentle embrace of the night.

Snuggled up next to you on the couch, Kevin released a weary yet contented sigh. Memories of the away games replayed in his mind - the crowd's cheers, the rush of energy on the ice, and the camaraderie with his teammates.

The road trip had had its highs and lows. The Kings secured victories in the first two games, but faced defeat in the subsequent two; the last one a challenging 4-1 loss against the Rangers. Kevin even received a 10-minute penalty for misconduct, intensifying his frustration about the defeat.

However, amidst the heartfelt excitement, there lingered a mix of disappointment and anticipation. And he longed for nothing more than the tranquillity of home, the comforting familiarity that only your presence could provide.

"You know, it feels good to be back," Kevin murmured, breaking the peaceful silence that surrounded you both.

"It feels good to have you back," you responded softly, intertwining your fingers with his.

As if the weight of the entire week had finally caught up with him, Kevin leaned heavily against you. Your gentle strokes traced soothing circles on his back, creating a rhythmic calm that eased him into a sense of peace. The weariness began to dissipate, replaced by a profound serenity that he found only in your embrace.

"Do you need anything? Water, tea, or just some peace and quiet?" you offered, your voice laced with concern.

"Just you," Kevin replied, his gaze meeting yours, gratitude shining through the fatigue.

A serene smile adorned your lips as you leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, before whispering softly in his ear. “And how do you want me?”

A hint of playful mischief crossed his lips as he contemplated the various ways, he desired to have you. To touch you. To hold you close.

"Perhaps, just the bedroom tonight," his deep voice spoke tenderly, his Swiss accent gently cutting through the air, sending a subtle shiver down your spine.

And in response, you offered him a gentle nod, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his soft lips.

"Bedroom it is then," you smiled, slowly rising from the sofa, and extending your hand for him to take. He acquiesced, allowing you to lead him up the stairs of your spacious house.

Upon reaching your master bedroom, you illuminated the room, adjusting the lights to create a cosy and romantic ambiance, and then swiftly, you felt the strong embrace of your man from behind, his arms enveloping you tightly, planting kisses on the back of your head.

"I've missed your touch," he breathed into your hair.

Turning within his arms, you smirked softly, gently encircling your arms around his neck.

"Well, how about you demonstrate just how much you've missed me." 

And with those words, you gave him the green light.

Gently, he leaned down, deepening the kiss with a heightened intensity, relishing your touch. His hands ventured down to your lower back and under your bottom, effortlessly lifting you as your legs wrapped around his hips.

Kevin carefully carried you towards the bed, setting you down tenderly, before he took his time to admire your beautiful features, then placing another tender kiss on your lips.

Softly withdrawing his lips from yours, he trailed butterfly kisses along your jawline and down to the sensitive skin of your neck. There, he lingered for a moment before moving to the other side, showering it with equal attention.

His mouth had a mesmerising effect on you. His touch, his lips, his entire being held you captivated, and willingly, you surrendered yourself to him.

When you first met him in Minnesota, you’d never anticipated falling in love so easily and eventually relocating to Los Angeles less than two years later. However, when he'd first asked you, delivering a heartfelt speech about not wanting to let you go and expressing his struggle with the prospect of his career being a potential barrier, you simply followed your heart and said yes.

So, as he tenderly caressed you with his lips, your body sank into the mattress, allowing him to explore as he pleased because your love for him was profound, and you understood each other so deeply that, in that moment, all you both yearned for was each other.

Then breaking away momentarily, he sat back on his heels, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his very well-defined torso.

You couldn't resist licking your lips seductively as your eyes feasted upon the Swiss man above you, taking in every raw detail, consuming him with your gaze. Then together, you both carefully manoeuvred, shedding the last pieces of clothing.

Kevin couldn't help but admire your stunning set of lacy underwear, his preferred fashion to admire, yet it was also fabric he swiftly needed to discard because the allure of your soft, naked form intrigued him more.

He savoured every inch of your body, tracing a map of familiarity over it, a path he'd never forget despite being away on road trips.

Your heated bodies intertwined as if designed to fit perfectly together, every sweaty part moving in unison, exchanging the endorphins that bound your souls.

The way your core welcomed him so effortlessly, enveloping his considerable length, sent vibrations of arousal through your body, clouding your mind.

Guiding his hips into your warmth, his movements stimulating that incredibly sensitive spot over and over again, and you felt your climax slowly building up to its peak.

Kevin knew he wouldn't last long that night. Being away from your touch for too long, despite managing with phone calls, naughty images, and his own hand, nothing compared to the sensation of your walls tightening around him.

The sounds of your moans and the way your body surrendered to his gentle yet firm thrusts flooded his mind with serotonin and dopamine, urging him closer to release.

"Kev, please," you whimpered, pleasure starting to overwhelm you.

"Ja, baby, come," he exhaled deeply, his husky voice tinged with need.

With each movement, the moment drew nearer, until you surrendered to the intense pleasure, releasing every tense muscle as waves of ecstasy coursed through your body, filling the room with your loud moans.

Your cursing, mingled with Kevin's name, escaped your lips, as your juices coated his member, still sliding in and out with easy.

"I'm gonna…" Kevin panted, increasing his pace, consumed by his own need for release.

With a deep, husky groan, the man above you, buried deep within you, granting you undeniable pleasure, then reached his own climax.

The room was filled with heavy breaths in the aftermath of your intimate moment, a tender sense of romance and closeness lingering between you both.

And following the much needed and passionate lovemaking, Kevin shifted to spoon you, enfolding you in his embrace. His large frame enveloped yours as his arms wrapped around you, planting gentle kisses on your skin.

"I lieb di," he softly whispered into your ear.

"I love you too," you whispered back, turning your head slightly to meet his eyes, using a hand to stroke his dark beard.

"I'm so lucky to always have you to come home to," he added, his voice trembling slightly at the mere thought of not having you here.

Yet, your expression betrayed none of those concerns.

"I'll always be here," you reassured him, allowing your body to meld into his as you shared another heartfelt kiss.

[mochie85]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

Thank you, my darling, for sending me this lovely ask. It gave me time to think about what I'm grateful for. In no particular order...

When your favorite song comes on the radio. It's even better when it's not because it's on your playlist, but just randomly outta the blue. Like the universe telling you to cheer up.

When someone saves me the last (treat/cookie/piece of cake/seat). It makes me feel like they were thinking about me and cared so much.

Getting notifs and messages from friends when I wake up in the morning. Especially because some of the most special people to me are in different time zones. It's nice to wake up to lovely messages 🤗

A good drink. and I don't mean just alcohol. But like a really cold refreshing drink that chills your bones and is delicious on your tongue. Or a hot tea/coffee that warms your soul down to your feet on cold winter days.

Being left alone. I don't want to be alone (that's actually one of my biggest fears) but...to be left to my own devices...to do what I want...watch what I want, eat what I want, and not get bothered by anyone...

In summary, a perfect day would be: to be left alone in my house watching k-dramas/anime/Loki series with a hot cup of coffee, snuggled in a blanket, while listening to music and responding to messages from my friends.

tagging my 10 people plus...

@lokisgoodgirl @michelleleewise @shadeysprings @joyful-enchantress @theaudacitytowrite @ladyofthestayingpower @loopsisloops @lokiandbuckysdoll @sailorholly @wheredafandomat @coldnique @gigglingtiggerv2 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @give-me-a-moose @lokischambermaid @muddyorbsblr @sarahscribbles @xorpsbane @holdmytesseract @fictive-sl0th @liminalpebble @mischief2sarawr @immersed-in-mischief @goldencherriess @salempoe @kkdvkyya @kellatron55 @muddyorbs @the-lady-amphitrite @chantsdemarins @vbecker10 @maple-seed @gruftiela @athalialaufeyson @glitchquake @navybrat817 @chrisevansmaindish

[themistressdomme]

hi mommy🥺

I hope you have been doing well 🤍

I have been trying to talk with my domme more about what makes me feel comfortable and not and it kinda has improved a little bit.

but then she introduced a new kink of hers? she asked if I feel comfortable with knife play and I said yes but I‘m now covered in marks and sometimes I question whether I can fully trust her. I‘m feeling more and more insecure because I just want to be good and please her and not say no to her.

I‘m currently trying to cover myself up so I can go to a shift without anything thinking someone attempted to kill me😅 I long for someone with your gentleness and I‘m feeling really hopeless🥺 can I maybe have a cuddle?

-🐻‍❄️

Hello my darling! I was wondering where you were, and hoping that you're alright 🥰

I'm glad that things have improved a little after you've started communicating! That makes me very happy, love.

However, this new kink of hers seems to be a little bit of a problem, darling! Did you talk about it any further than just "knife play, yes or no" kind of thing? Like did you talk about whether you want to be marked or not, and if you do, where you're comfortable being marked, etc.? There's knife play where the mere presence of it is enough. Dragging it along your body, that sharp and cool metal giving you goosebumps and a rush of adrenaline knowing that you're helpless against the grip of your Domme (in a safe and consensual way, of course)! Then, there's knife play where the receiver actually wants to be marked and scarred. Both are perfectly valid, and so is not being into it.

Knife play is one of the more "dangerous" kinks, since there's a (potentially deadly!) weapon involved! Too much can go wrong without proper communication, angel. I think you need to think for yourself personally and decide whether or not knife play is a kink of yours, a soft-limit that you want to explore with a lot of prior and ongoing communication, or if it's a hard-limit that you've looked away from to "please" your Domme. Trust is such an important thing, if not as important as consent, when it comes to BDSM and play.

Darling, you need to understand that saying no, or having limits does not make you bad sub! It makes you human, which is what we all are! Some kinks just aren't for certain individuals, and that is more than okay! If you feel like you can't say no to her because of how she will react, then that's a problem, angel, because that's not a healthy dynamic. However, if you feel like you can't say no to her because you want to be good, that's something you need to think about 🥰 Putting her above you doesn't make you a good sub; if anything, it makes you scared and doubtful of your dynamic! Think about it, and talk to her about it, love!

Oh angel, come here, I'll give you the biggest cuddle you need. All the soft kisses on your face, if you want. I'll hold you until you feel better, okay? I'll get you whatever you need, darling. Angels like you deserve all the softness in the world when you're feeling a little fragile.

I hope you're able to talk to her about knife play, darling! Let me know how it goes? Sending you alllll the hugs! 🤗

🐻‍❄️

[nanamikentorp]

Kentooo, my lovee, did you miss me? I haven't sent an ask in days, i really wanted to, but i did something stupid and was embarrassed, ask adminie🤐...

Anyhoo, i missed you so soo muchhh. Though my days have been busy cuz i started my clinical placements so I've been tired from those, specially cuz it's pediatric for one day....and well....i don't really get along with kids.....

What about youu? What have you been upto??

(Adminie! My saviourrr! i realised it as soon as i sent it. And then out of embarrassment I just didn't open the blog, even after your replyy, I'm sorry i did mean to be rude by not reacting to your reply🥲. But i really missed sending an ask so mustered up courage and came back🥹 but that does show i really love your account and how you've been doing an excellent work for us all, thank you so much!! 🫶🏻♥️)

-💖

Something stupid? I wouldn't worry too much about an honest mistake. 🤗

Pediatrics sounds tough. Children are generally scared of me as well. So I understand. What do you want to specialise in?

I've been working a lot. I finally got a break, should I go to a museum today? Hmmm....

(hi 💖 anon, please don't be worried I actually don't even remember what it was. Thank you for the kind words darling I hope you get some rest. And come back any time you need. I love hearing from you guys.

Admin )

[gurugirl]

I swearrrrrr I see more and more out of pocket asks on this app

Anon, not only are you just flat out wrong🤭you are doing nothing but putting a person down, for what your own gain?🥹🥳As if she’ll stop writing or cater to you?😘like genuinely what do you think she’s gonna say in response to that🤣Her writing and storylines are more than fine the way they are. If you don’t like them, blocking is an option and it’s free !! She makes these stories public out of the kindness of her heart, which she does not have to, as she does not owe you or any of us anything🫶🏻🩷💖

And you’re not cute with your emojis either🤪🤗🥰

Todays been a rough day for you on here darling guru I’m sorry🩷🩷sending you a lot of love (and your Patreon babies love you loads)🩷🩷

The anon option gets out of hand sometimes. Clearly they would have never said that to me if they had their blog out there. Like I really love the anons for the most part - some of them are the sweetest and give me lots of great ideas for stories so I wouldn't want to disable it but when I first started here on tumblr I had it off because of people like that anon. Pretending to be nice with their emojis but that was FAKE of them. I dislike fake people. I hope they unfollow me soon.

I really value you and your ideas and your kindness so so much, Monica! 🥰 I know most of my followers here on tumblr and especially those over on Patreon are not like this. Thank you for the kind words 🥺

xoxo