#Thoma x afab!reader

[neuvillettes]

boyfriend texts - thoma

❥ m.list

❥ warnings: cursing, bad dad jokes, i think that’s it for this one

❥ themes: fluff, crack, jealousy

❥ pairing: thoma x afab!reader

❥ a/n: i think i wrote this in like an hour half asleep last night so it’s mostly fluff >.<

taglist: @kxeyas | @bxnten | @sano-obsessed | @dear-xiao | @kisakiapologist | @katsulovee | {6/50}

[obriengf]

My Beloved || Thomas x Reader

Summary: Thomas is filled with emotion as you both seek out a way to show just how much love you truly hold for one another. Words: 7.5k Warnings: SMUT18+!!!, loss of virginity, masturbation, p in v, this is honestly very fluffy and sweet okay  Notes: okay so... this started off good then towards the end i got desperate to finish it and it turns rushed i think?????? a little bad??????? anyway, these guys would have NO idea about sex ed tbh just what they’ve learnt from each other... because i feel like WCKD had better things to do, like brainwashing everyone, instead of teaching kids about the birds and the bees. long story short just go with it and no judging on my smut please i dont write it often!!!

There’s a boy, and he’s so beautiful it hurts. 

Among the fiery glow of the bonfire flames, his eyes luminate with golden specks - so bright, so mesmerising, that you cannot stop staring from beyond the heated curtain. You catch his gaze and the way his smile quirks upward, bashfulness flushing his cheeks and provoking his teeth to sink sinfully into the plusness of his lip. It brings a warmth to your chest - a sensation of adoration, burning hotter than the flames separating you both. It travels to your fingers with an itch that wants you to jump to the boy, embrace him, kiss him, love him. He had been everyone’s saviour, but to you, he saved more than just your life; he brought colour back to your dull days, allowing you to see the vibrancy that radiated with pure intentions from your daily sunlight. He returned hope to your anxious mind and settled the prior need to look over your shoulder for danger every spare second. He made you feel so incredibly loved to the point where you stopped breathing and your heart would swell with anticipating warmth. There’s a boy, and he’s so perfect it hurts, in the most breathtaking way. 

Thomas could feel you staring. He revelled in the way that your eyes sparkled, and how you looked at him as if he put the stars in the sky. He was still getting used to others viewing him as their paladin, but you were different - it was much simpler, housing purity and sincere devotion, seeing the boy as your ending. You fell in love in the wrong place at the wrong time, surrounded by chaos and imminent peril, but the clawing need to stay by the other’s side brought you both to your much-deserved salvation; and better yet, into the forever hold of each other’s arms.

The boy couldn’t understand his emotions as they intensified, but he knew that it was longing. He knew that they yearned for you. He didn’t have the time or space to stop and consider how his body was growing and reacting to being around your own, the desperation to run and hide and fight had eventually become all that he could think about - until it was all over, and you were all safe. Now, those feelings returned and his thoughts drifted to how your kiss has started to ignite something in his gut, and how it spread through his veins to the point where he wanted to dig his fingers into your flesh and never let go. 

It was a topic of conversation that he had previously brought up through loose lips and in between inebriated breaths; Minho on the receiving end with a bit more sobriety, but he was still dazed as he listened with widened eyes and unsplit attention. It was near comic how Thomas had him on the edge of his seat - he couldn’t put into words just how he was feeling, but his friend could see the depth behind the amazed look that glassed over whisky hues and how a curt smile perked at his lips. Minho very much understood that desiring need, the way complete and utter endearment could make a person feel like they were floating effortlessly on cloud nine. Thomas was the first person he went to when he was ready to take that step further with the sweet girl from the kitchens - and now it had turned full circle, and Minho had never been happier that love had struck his closest friends. 

The flames began to die, juxtaposed to the rising moon that now bathed the Safe Haven in beautiful luminescence. Thomas could see you much clearer now, and it made your stomach flutter at how fervently he appeared. You found yourself growing more heated the further you allowed yourself to fall for the brunette boy; your eyes lingering that little bit longer, the need to nestle into the side of his body growing stronger, and your heart rapidly reverberating in your chest just that much harder. It was as if every nerve was ablaze with want, and it was such an unfamiliar sensation that you were starting to feel nauseous. And you didn’t want it to end.

It wasn’t long before Thomas stood, dusting at his covered thighs to rid the ash that sprinkled from the rising smoke. He moved slowly, almost with hesitance, but it was the bashful and budding thump from his heart that drew him toward you. Through the curtain of your lashes, you peered up at him as he stopped only a mere foot or so in front of you, his hand extended, and a chest filled with held breath that he hoped you wouldn’t notice. He was bathed in a fiery afterglow, his figure enveloped by golden flickers. You sighed dreamily. 

“Want me to walk you back to your hut?” His voice was quiet, a gentle hum as it held the possibility of diffidence. He always held a sort of shyness when it came to you, especially when it allowed him to hold your hand and selfishly receive all of your undivided attention. 

A rosy hue climbed your neck, speckling your cheeks with a blush that exceeded even the dancing flames of heat before you. It felt so incredibly right as your palm confidently slid over his own, granting Thomas permission to lightly grasp at your wrist and provide some strength in pulling you up. He always escorted you, these days. Part of him dreaded that if he didn’t, then something would happen to you. Whilst other parts craved the company you gave and the adoration you unforgivingly showered him in. Maybe, it was just his way of showing the supplemental gladers that surround you both that you would always leave with him, because you’re simply his. 

Regardless - your hands were quick to wrap around his arm, tugging the boy close to you as you clasped your fingers with his. Bidding farewell to your friends and fellow survivors hardly took any time before Thomas was guiding you away, the path he followed so well-known by now that he swore he could travel it in his sleep. The lanterns that usually adorned your way had already died down, softened by the late night, yet complemented beautifully with the rising blanket of radiant moonlight. It would be hard for you to form words around just how contented you felt in this moment; calmed by the gentle breeze wafting from the ocean shores of the Safe Haven, and lulled when it rustled nearby palm trees in harmony with the now distant joyousness abandoned back at the bonfire. 

Thomas’ thumb absentmindedly rubbed at your hand as your head dropped to his shoulder, the faint smell of burnt wood tickling your nostrils after becoming woven into the cotton of his shirt. You managed a small hum, surprising yourself when you inner thoughts left your lips with quiet notes, “Do you think it’ll stay like this forever?” 

“What will stay?” He replied, his eyes briefly glancing down to you, lips curling into a slight smirk at how in thought you seemed to be.

You paused, lips pursing as you racked your brain for the right words. Everything, is what you truly wanted to say, but even then you wished that some things were different. You wished for Newt to be there with you all, and Chuck, and Winston. You had also often thought about Teresa and just how much she would have contributed to this new society. You really didn’t want everything to say the same, but some things were just simply perfect in your eyes.

“The tranquility.” You ended up with, squeezing Thomas’ forearm with your spare grasp, “The calm after the storm. Being able to take a deep breath because you know you aren’t always looking over your shoulder. Nights like this… so beautiful, merciful. Seeing our friends smile in what felt like forever. Us.” 

“Us?” He questioned, peering to you again before focusing on the upcoming silhouette of your hut. Thomas laughed lightly, “We aren’t changing, not anymore. I have you and I’m keeping you forever. No take-backs, sorry sweetheart.” 

A tender giggle echoed lightly in the air as it fell from your lips, prompting you to nestle even closer into Thomas’ side. He always made you feel protected, and you know from the bottom of your heart that he will also continue to until his dying breath.

You pressed your lips just under his ear, breath igniting his skin, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

It was a force that managed to shake the walls; such harshness in comparison to the soft velvety feeling of his lips sliding against yours. Thomas’ brows furrowed slightly after forcefully kicking the door to your hut closed behind him, but it was the sweetness of your amused laughter that drew him so effortlessly back to you.

“A little eager?” The warmth of your breath fanned over his still rosy cheeks, reminding Thomas that you were so close. You watched as his lashes fluttered against his cheekbones - delicate, yet sharp - framing the doe-like brown eyes that you’ve grown to love, and beyond, and it made the boy appear so incredibly pure. He was a snowflake shining against the sun, a flower’s petals fresh as they begin to bloom, the dancing flames of a picturesque fire that you were only just admiring him through. 

Thomas managed a smile through a breathless exhale, as if you were there taking his breath away with your bare hands, grabbing and keeping it as your own lifeline. He lent in, this time with closed eyes, the tip of his nose nudging against yours, and it was your turn to hitch at his whispered words, “You have no idea.” 

His hands were rough. Callouses adorned them from the past year or so, memories and scars that captured how he survived and that those hands were the reason you were safe. They often trembled when he slept due to the nightmares that haunted him - the monsters that made him bleed, and the people that he watched perish before his tear-glazed eyes. Those hands carried the lives of legions of people at one point, and sometimes Thomas thinks that they are under pressure to still do so. Those hands were strong and could hold so much from so many people.

Yet, as one grasped your hip and the other cupped your cheek, they had never felt more tender. Oh - and how you desired the benign fingertips to soothe over your skin and touch you in places that have gone undiscovered by most. And if Thomas wanted to tread in those uncharted waters, there was no way that you would decline, not when you dreamt of his touch for so long.

You breathed him in once more, intoxicated by the most mundane of scents that built up who this boy came to be. The smoke was strong as it continued to linger, but the salt water that had dried on his skin and the subtle waft of dirt from his earlier exploration this morning was a concoction that on the best of days, drove you crazy, but right now you wanted nothing but to bathe yourself in it. With a small swallow of the lump in your throat, fingers grasped at the unbuttoned opening of Thomas’ henley, and you pulled him even closer than before until chests were flush and hearts beat in thumping unison. 

His lips found yours again with ease, wrapping around your own and taking you as if he were a starved man. It drew a small moan to elicit from your throat and he knew that he would do anything to hear that sound again, over and over, a broken record that could both lull him to a lustful sleep and keep him awake at all hours with a curled fist and an overworked forearm. It wasn’t until his tongue slipped; dragging with deliciousness over your bottom lip, and taking refuge against your own as he licked so casually into your mouth. That’s the moment you blacked out and allowed your stance to lose all sense of muscle, becoming jelly-legged and at the mercy of Thomas’ arms wrapping further around your submissive frame.

Thomas slowly walked you both backward until your knees collided with the frame of your makeshift bed. You released a small gasp, enough to wake you from your short absence from reality, as the boy took it as his cue to lift you carefully until you were laying down against the thin sheet that you deemed as a blanket. This was the first time that he was ever situated above you - usually pulling you into his arms as you stood with friends, or tugging you down onto his lap so that he could cuddle against your back. Kisses would be shared, but they were never this hot, nor this needy, and Thomas’ breaths stopped momentarily as he took in how stupidly beautiful you looked underneath his heaving body. 

He wasn’t sure what changed between you both so quickly with this new angle, but he had a sudden overwhelming sensation to kiss you with every ounce of passion he could muster, and meld himself with you until a single unit was left in your wake. He was throbbing in his head at the salacious thoughts that drowned his mind with images of you in positions seemingly compromisable. Throbbing in his heart at how emotion could so easily play such an intense role in how he never wanted to be a part from you for as long as he lived. And throbbing a little lower at how it all seemed to come together as one want, an impulse, a craving for your touch and taste and sounds that could drive a man mad in the absolute best way possible. Thomas was already halfway there. 

You could feel it too in the way he was gazing over your frame - the heat that loved to submerged your body was now between your legs, and you had the itch to squirm from the slight discomfort it gave you. It was formidable once before, during a night where sleep was off the schedule, and you couldn’t stop thinking about how much you yearned for being between Thomas’ arms and held to his chest. The heat was like a heartbeat as it pulsated, and under the curtain of nightfall, you had eased the pain with your fingers and a hasty soothing rub. You remember seeing Thomas flash behind your fluttering eyelids before they settled closed, and it made you press harder, chasing after a feeling that was odd at first… but so quickly became pleasureful until you squealed his name and your chest sank from a high that pulled you up from your bed. It was euphoric, and you were quick to understand what some of the others meant when they talked about making themselves feel so good. All you wanted now was that feeling again, and Thomas to be the one to grant you such elation.

With vulnerable movements, you reached up to cup the boy’s cheek, your thumb dragging from his nose to the softened skin under his eye, teasing his lower lash line. You bit your lip at how stunning he truly was and how the subtleness of moonlight played shadows across his face. He nuzzled into your hold and placed a small kiss to the skin, the tip of his nose dragging with fragility over your palm until his lips pursed once more. You needed him closer until all you could feel was him, all you could taste and hear, too. You were aching to settle the feeling that had now reached your lower abdomen as it screamed to be soothed, to be taken care of. 

“Kiss me.” You slipped, a softened whisper that Thomas almost missed until you said it again, “Kiss me, Tommy. I need you.”

You didn’t know what the words truly entailed except for how right it felt to say them - Thomas, clearly on a wavelength that matched yours with perfection, as he dropped to your lips with a smile and groan that you happily swallowed whole. Arms and legs clung to him for dear life as he slotted between your thighs, lips smacking and tongues dragging and suddenly that alluring cool night air became thick and humid. He covered your frame and slowly sank his body weight onto yours - a puzzle piece that was cut perfectly for you, embedded so sublimely against your curves and dips. 

Hips clashed with harmonising force, a kind of friction that was heavily sought as it was chased. It drew a throaty groan to echo past Thomas’ lips, his brows furrowed as he tried to overcome the near pained feeling of pressure against his crotch as you absentmindedly pushed up against him. It was bittersweet torture - the kind where he knew how to relieve it, but was riddled with nervousness about sharing it with you. He sat a curled fist beside your head as his other held your hip, hoping that you wouldn’t notice how frisky your touch and taste were making the boy. Thomas was holding back every instinct to lose control over a sensation that had only ever met his right hand.

You were lost hopelessly in his lips. They held slight chappedness from the salty air, but an ever-forgiving softness that so easily held you captive and vulnerable. Whenever he kissed you, it was as if you were nothing but his - simply a figure that had fallen victim to his tender touch and enrapturing words, you wouldn’t dare move in case it burst the bubble that separated you from the outside world. It was simply an addiction and you craved it always, a constant need for Thomas, a constant need to share your love. 

Absentmindedly, your ankles pulled his lower back further into you, and it was the meeting of his hardness against your heated core that ripped a sudden moan from you both as synchronised calls filled the space of your hut. You clung even further to him, your face buried in the crook of his neck among the thin sheen of sweat. It was the type of stimulation that you needed again, or else you’d stop breathing. Tentatively, your hips rose again before you gently rubbed over the pulsating hardness through the thick denim of his jeans, and you swore that stars exploded behind your eyes as you whined against his neck.

Thomas breathed out heavily, his throat thick, “Shit - shit, that feels good.” 

You nodded weakly, desperation clawing at you as you pressed kisses down the column of his throat, remembering the patches of skin that made him shudder with fragility. Thomas was melting against your frame - a puddle of a boy between your limbs as he began to rock over you, slow drags until a comfortable pace was met and he could feel your fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

His senses were enamoured by you - completely and utterly taken, infatuated to no end. You were all that he could feel and it made the air thicker than he thought possible as he swallowed your panting breaths. The need came rather quickly as Thomas grasped at the back collar of his shirt, his ears perking at the small whine you let escape as he sat back on his knees to remove the obstructive piece of cotton. Your lips were still pursed and they chased him with weak effort from your sobered drunken haze, much to the boy’s admiring amusement.

With a chuckle, Thomas lent down to you, his lips ghosting over the rosy hue of your cheek before pressing gently against it. He allowed the tip of his nose to nuzzle against the soft skin before he spoke in a whispered tone, “Who’s the eager one now, hm?” A shudder travelled down your spine as warm breath danced below your ear; a sensation that was enough to rip another moan from your thumping chest, a sound so melodious that Thomas found it a hasty necessity to imprint it permanently in his mind. 

You replied breathlessly, “I can’t help that you’re hot, Tommy.” 

He gripped your waist after his fingers slid over the exposed skin from your hiked-up shirt with desperation to run his touch over every inch of your body. He didn’t want to push you to follow suit with the removal of your own shirt, but it didn’t stop the clench of his jaw and sudden strong grip as he held himself back from pursuing the hunger that was slowly developing within him.

You knew him, more than yourself, and how his demeanour would change, and how every emotion or action was a chapter in his book that you’ve read too many times to count. It promoted your hand to lift and squeeze at his bicep, Thomas’ eyes drifting to your widened gaze and the glint that sparkled among your coloured hues, “Take it off, it’s okay. I trust you.” 

He nodded, his chest fluttering at the faith you so easily had in him. You always did - have faith in Thomas - after all, he saved your life and in turn, you saved him by providing the limitless unconditional love that he deserved. His encouragement allowed you to find yourself after being lost within such a cruel world, and he never stopped believing in you. He never would. Thomas’ fingers flexed below your ribs, the toughed skin of his fingertips dragging with savour as he pushed your shirt further up your body. As it bunched under your chest, you managed to sit up slightly, quickly tugging the shirt until it let your skin breathe free, and it was tossed somewhere presently unknown across the room. The boy’s breath suddenly hitched as eyes raked shamelessly over your now vulnerable frame. His mouth felt dry, yet he was in complete awe. 

“You’ve seen me like this before.” You noted though the silence, your voice barely loud enough to break the intimate atmosphere. Your chest flushed slightly, only growing more vibrant as it reached your cheeks. You grew bashful under his doting stare, and he couldn’t help but bite his lip adoringly.

“Yeah, but…” Thomas thought back to the times where you all would swim at the beach, enough clothes to cover you, but to which still left little to the imagination. He shook his head once more, still in complete wonderment at you laying beneath him, “This is different. What I-I feel… it’s so much more than I can handle, you’re just so beautiful.” 

Your hand cupped his cheek and history repeated itself with such endearment; thumb rubbing under his eye to which he turned and kissed against your palm. It was quickly becoming your thing, your couple thing, something so small but so symbolic that ran the same path as screaming from the treetops that you’re in love. It was your silent communication of forever, and always, and until the end of our dying breaths to a world if there is one beyond ours. It was a promise and a reminder - that you both were there, and you weren’t ever going to leave. You were telling him through a simple touch of your hand that you were real, and his kiss was a reply of sincere gratitude.

Thomas lent down to peck the tip of your nose, smiling widely as your face scrunched with joy. His lips were quick to attach themselves to your neck next, wanting you to feel the ecstasy that you supplied him. They trailed with a wet path - his tongue darting out against pressure points and sucking at the spots that drew groans of satisfaction from you. Your head lulled back against his bed when teeth tickled your collarbone, and it didn’t take long for you to surrender yourself completely to him. Thomas’s tongue dragged heavily down your sternum before tracing along the cups that prevented you from bareness, eyes peering through thick lashes to silently ask for permission to go further. You couldn’t dare say no… not when every ounce of sunlight and warmth sang to you through such a simple look. 

You snuck a hand behind your back to unclasp the bra, suddenly releasing an unknown-held breath when the cool night air mixed with the heated moans that Thomas fanned against your chest. He swiftly reattached his lips as he relished in the new canvas for his kisses, his moistened trail continuing. You squeaked as he passed over your sensitive nipple, promoting your hand to grasp the back of his head and hold him closer to you. Thomas continued by sucking lightly before his tongue swirled in time with his hand squeezing your opposite side. He kneaded and squished the flesh tenderly, feeling his trousers tighten at the mewling sounds you made. 

He swapped sides and continued whatever sweet assault he could muster to prolong your symphony of sounds. It was building inside you - the desire for more. You felt like you were ignited, but wanting to be more than a spark… you needed to be an explosion, and you needed Thomas to be the one to set you off. You wiggled as you huffed out his name, your fingers fiddling with the button of your shorts when the boy pulled aware with a raised brow. 

“More… I need more. Please.” You begged, lifting your hips as Thomas helped pull the material away. He stood back by a step or two, whisky-glassed eyes absorbing your writhing body in nothing but a pair of cotton underwear and a wet patch that matched the erotic stain over his crotch. He was robotic as movements forced him to remove his own pants, the playing field even, and his cheeks redder than the Safe Haven’s sunset when you immediately ogled at the tent that was pitched under his boxer briefs.

This sort of intimacy was alike a perilous expedition - unsteady footing at first, unsure how to press forward, but leading to a bewitching and alluring adventure with such rapturous salaciousness. It continued when Thomas’ hands were placed on your thighs, rubbing cautiously against your skin before dipping in between your legs. Just knowing that he was so damn close made you whine under your breath, quiet, yet pitched enough to catch Thomas’ attention. 

Your fingers moved absentmindedly as they circled the moistened patch that you created, chest swelling with a held breath. You shuddered, trying to compose yourself, voice humming with please, “I-It feels good when you rub right there…”

“Is that what you do?” He questioned, eyes wide as he took in the information, and fingers dancing hesitantly close to your core. All you could do was nod and whine, hips squirming just from the thought of the pleasure that you’ve previously made yourself feel. It was an instant snap - the build of a rubber band being held back by Thomas’ fiery imprints, before the pressure was released, and the bounce back hit you hard when he pressed into the place that throbbed with wet need. 

Your body trembled with a softened sigh, the attention you were receiving easily turning your mind to mush, and he had barely dipped below the surface. Thomas’ eyes widened as his movements traced in the same tempo as his heavy breaths, chest thumping and skin igniting with warmth - he was in wonderment at the sounds that he drew from you, the squirming and the delicate fluttering of your lashes. It was a side of you that he was seeing for the first time, that anybody was seeing for the first time, and he felt so damn privileged.

The boy stopped quickly as you grasped at his wrist, big brown orbs looking to you in worry; but it quickly dissipated when he saw your loving ghost of a smile as it perked at your lips, and how you gently pushed him away to be able to remove the final piece of clothing that separated you from him. The cool breeze over your exposed slick provoked a shudder up your spine, a second one eliciting when you realised that Thomas’ flushed face was staring at your most private area.

He didn’t hesitate when his finger dragged back over you, collecting moisture that made your body tick when slathered across your sensitive nub. The pressure increased and you were sinking, melting, dissolving into the sheet beneath you. Your body was heavy, yet you felt weightless, allowing Thomas to take every ounce of control to drive you into ecstatic oblivion. His touch drew slightly down and circled the sensitive hole that was swimming in your pleasure, your breath hitching as his fingertip breached until his first knuckle. The boy’s hair was tugged with a needy grasp, the sheets below him shifting as they were too curled within your other hand. 

Thomas cursed under his breath as he rutted slowly against the side of the bed, his finger beginning to pump as he relished in how you squeezed him. He sighed loudly with a teeth-bitten bottom lip, “You like that?” It was rhetorical by what he saw before him, but he needed the affirmation, to know that you were going to unravel in bliss. And that he was why you were floating in a euphoric daze. You managed a whine in reply, head nodding as words were stuck among your hitching and heavy breaths. The tip of Thomas’ middle finger slightly curled as he shifted his position, and you released a sudden cry after he unknowingly rubbed against your spongey roof. He stopped immediately; scared that you were hurt, his chest tightening with worry until he noticed the cry settling into a moan, and your hips instinctively chased his touch for more attention. 

Thomas was known for being brave - diving in head first, running on pure instinct and spontaneity. He wasn’t one to back down, and now he knew what provoked those sweet wanton sounds of a symphony to escape you, he would do whatever possible to keep it going. He pumped his finger harder, his cock twitching against the bedsheet whenever you clenched around him, that one special spot being harassed over and over again until he swore you stopped breathing. His bravery shone when he inserted his pointer finger, his own throat now paying homage as it growled out a groan of desperation at how you both stretched and tightened. His mind travelled to thoughts of how you’d feel wrapped around his throbbing member, and if he didn’t get himself sorted soon, then he’d be leaving behind a spray of stickiness in his pants.

“T-Thomas…” You panted, hips rising and chest heaving as you felt fire bubble in your abdomen. Your voice cracked at the overwhelming sensation, “More… I need more…” 

He was careful to remove his fingers, but hasty when he rose up your body. Lips found yours instantly, as if by a magnetised force, two pairs that were destined to be slotted together with a taste that you could so easily get drunk off of. He licked between your lips until you granted him access to explore you properly, sliding with juxtaposed delicate hunger, and swallowing your breath and moans until they settled as his own. Thomas was slightly started as your nails dragged down his naked chest, goosebumps trailing in their wake before the elastic waist of his final piece of cotton was being attended to. The need was growing substantially as he pulled back - much to the disappointment of both himself and you, your lips pursed and eyes growing wide as you stared to him with such childlike doeness. 

It was becoming too real now as his hands began to shake, but any doubt was wiped clean when Thomas saw the adoring expression that flushed your face and prompted such a beautiful glint in your eye. You were his, and he was yours. That’s how it was and it’s how it would remain. Thomas was ready to give everything and more to you, as you were to him. Always.

The boy drew a deep breath before his boxers were dropped and he toed them to the side, his body bare in front of you. Thomas was pure - the epitome of a dream, a handsome man with arms that could protect you for the rest of your days. It wasn’t until you looked closer that you properly noticed the scars that showed his true story; both small and large imprints that represented sacrifice, and loss, and success. You lent forward with tentative movements until your fingers danced over the marks, and for a moment Thomas flinched, but easily settled as you traced each one with care. With pursed lips, you pressed against one near his navel; a recent wound that would forever remind you of his escape from death, where a bullet pierced his skin and left him unconscious for days. It was a time when you waited by his bedside without reposition, watching the steady rise of his chest as day turned to night, until he awoke in what would be your rightful Safe Haven.

The thought alone provoked wet tears to coat his lower stomach, and Thomas gently slid his hand into your hair as his thumb soothed you with consistent rubbing motions. Thomas was here with you, he was alive, he was real, he was safe and he was so utterly and completely loved.

It was as if he could read your mind as he cooed against the crown of your head, “I’m here, babygirl. I’m not going anywhere.” 

You showed your understanding with more kisses over more of his scars, until every one had been offered endearment. You sat up further on your knees until you could gaze into his caramel eyes and the shade of burnt honey was easily your favourite; they gleamed especially under the afternoon sun, mesmerising swirls that could drag you to the deepest of depths, and you’d let them. They showed kindness and amusement, but right now, they darkened within the thickness of the room and you could’ve sworn that if given the chance… he would eat you alive, right there and then. Oh, how you wish he would.

But this moment was tentative - shared among inexperience, but budding romance and the strongest desires to be held and cherished. You needed to be closer which is why you kissed Thomas slowly, your lashes brushing against his pink cheeks, and your hands tightly squeezing his shoulders as his hardened cock twitched over your stomach. Flames were still burning brightly in your core and they needed to explode before they could be pleasantly extinguished. 

Your mind was too hazy to recall how your hold shifted to arms sliding around his neck, pulling him further in until teeth clashed and silenced groans were exchanged, and Thomas took it in stride to poke his tongue at every crevice he could before sliding it deliciously over your own. He lowered you to the bed before placing himself between your thighs, your ankles returning behind his back, and two hearts reverberating with slight anxiety against the other’s chest. 

Thomas pulled back slightly as his nose nuzzled with yours, a deep breath taken, “We don’t have to do this, not if you’re not ready.” He offered quietly, trying to convince himself that his words were purely directed toward you. 

You smiled; the feeling of his wet and puffy lips brushing against your own as you did. You rubbed your nose back against his, “I’m ready if you’re ready… I love you, I’ll do anything for you, Tommy.” 

The boy chuckled in near disbelief. He knew a long time ago that he'd love you - that you’d take up every thought, every dream. That you’d so seamlessly enter into his life like the need for oxygen, and without you, he wouldn’t be able to breathe. You weren’t just needed or wanted, you were necessary to Thomas, and the love he had for you was unchallenged and indescribable. And now, it was also so incredibly mutual. Not that he had any doubts.

“I love you too, so much.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, “So, so much.” 

Thomas’ hips rocked against yours and the desperation was building fast. He thrust once, twice, three times until he was coating himself in your wet slick and it pulled a guttural noise from his throat. There was a time when he felt embarrassed listening to how his friends would recount their sexual experiences, and what they did to their partners, and how good it really felt. Neither of you had gotten to that stage until now, but he was thankful that he listened otherwise he wouldn’t be able to truly experience you.

The boy’s large hands tugged at himself a few times to properly lather himself in your wetness and you couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the package he held, your bottom lip quickly being held captive. You exhaled deeply, eyes widening, voice softening, “A-are you sure that’s gonna fit?” 

He laughed, a sound so sweet, “We’ll just have to see, won’t we? But…it might hurt, okay?” He huffed into your ear, face buried in the crook of your neck as you pressed a trail of open-mouthed kisses to his flushed skin, “So you need to tell me when to stop if it gets too much.” You whined, nodding in acknowledgement as Thomas began to line himself up, the head of his sensitive girth meeting your lower lips. But he didn’t push further, taking another deep breath, “You need to say it, please, baby. I need to hear you say it.” 

Instinctively, you ground up against him and released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the anticipation grew, “I will, I promise.”

He didn’t need much more convincing as Thomas pushed into you, so incredibly slowly as he savoured how tight you clung to him. Your warmth forced his eyes to roll back and knowing that he was stretching you brought on utter determination. His cock was burying deeper, and deeper, and even he was starting to question now whether he’d fit inside you. Thomas opened his eyes after realising that they were closed, not remembering when he squeezed them shut, and he looked over your scrunched face with a gentle coo. He lifted a hand to your face before his thumb was gentle in pushing out the wrinkle between your eyes, his touch dragging down the curve of your face to cup your cheek. He whispered to you - affirmations and encouragements, reminders of love and pride. 

The lack of reception was a worry that nearly made him stop until you covered his hand with your own, face tilting until you could kiss over Thomas’ palm. You huffed as you were being filled, swearing that you could feel him in your stomach, but the pain would surely dissipate. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” Your mantra repeated like a broken record, getting lost in the heavy panting of your breath, until your back suddenly arched and Thomas had reached the hilt. 

He was already spent as hands braced themselves beside your head, caging you in until all you could see was his kiss-swollen lips and lustful dark eyes checking you for any kind of discomfort. The pressure sucking him into you was a sensation that he could never grow tired of, yet he waited for your face to soften and for the curl of your lips before he was granted permission to finally move. 

It was harmonious when you both sang out in pleasure; the four walls of your hut hopefully thick enough to not draw in any unwanted attention, but at this stage, you could care less about anybody or anything outside of the bubble you and Thomas found yourselves within. His rocking turned to a fastened pace, driven by just how close you both already were to reaching your highs. Hips clashed and lustful sounds echoed as your arms curled under his own and grasped at his shoulders, pulling the boy closer until an inch couldn’t be spared between your sweat-sheened skin. Curses fell from your lips with ease and Thomas relished in the way that he was making you feel, your bodies moving as a single unit as you were pushed and pulled across the bed. 

He nosed your cheek before brushing his lips against yours - not quite a kiss, but a flash of want that was sure to leave behind a burn, and you hoped that the feeling would stay with you forever. He nuzzled into you as he moaned out, “I love you”, his words so sweet in contrast to the near-pornographic moan that followed when you clenched around his cock. It made you rut back against him and meeting his hips halfway was nearly your tipping point. You were chasing after the feeling of ecstasy as it continued to build and continued to run, your arm held out and it was within reaching distance. So close. So close.

You knew you had crossed the finish line when your vision turned to stars; a white light coinciding with delicate heat, your body trembling as you droned against Thomas. You were weightless again - floating in euphoria, your bones melting as you collapsed completely into Thomas and he made sure to hold you against his naked chest with a protective arm across your back. It was the first time you truly felt pleasure and it was perfect.

“You did so well…” Thomas cooed, trying to withstand his own release as he kissed over your temple, his fingers massaging into your spine when he felt a quiet sob escape you. His lips pressed once more, “Just so you know” He started again, his thrusts slowing before he went too far, “You look so beautiful right now.” 

“I’m crying.” You scoffed, eyes scrunching when you pulled back as his cock throbbed from inside you, dragging over the spongey spot that had the potential to drive you to insanity if probed enough. But the feeling was too strong and you were becoming too sensitive. 

Thomas noticed before he pulled out with haste, his tortured girth being fisted roughly within his hand. He took a deep breath, the urge to cum growing nearer as his head threw back and his eyes screwed shut. “You’re beautiful even when you cry.” It wasn’t until he looked at you, the feeling of soft skin cupping his cheeks and your lips slotting against his own, that Thomas finally let go. You swallowed his moans as the boy shook under your grasp; strings of white stick painting his fist and reaching your chest. 

He was the first to break away, the need for air nearly forgotten as he was getting lost in your touch and taste. Thomas’ forehead pressed to yours and his shoulders sagged in absolute content. Your relationship consummated on an entirely different level, and you both had never felt closer to one another. Thomas hummed, his heart rate slowly coming down, yet he couldn’t help but express excitement, “That, fuck… that was amazing. Absolutely amazing.” He grinned as you giggled under your breath, arms wrapping back around his neck, “And you, babygirl.. that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I survived a week in the Scorch.” 

He flinched slightly as you slapped at his shoulder, embarrassment flourishing and your face was hidden as it nuzzled against one of his pecs. The boy continued to rub your back through his tamed chuckles, admiring what he deemed as adorable behaviour, and you acknowledged him with a series of kisses over the damp skin of his chest and an amused tone, “You’re such a dork, Tommy.” 

“I’m your dork.” 

You murmured something incomprehensible against him, followed by a yawn and a satisfied smile. You were worn, in the best way possible, through a moment that would stay with you for as long as life allowed you to keep it. Thomas has saved you in more than one way - allowing you a new lease on life, full of different experiences and emotions, with a promise held in the cusps of forever love. It was a struggle to get to where you are now but you’re glad, no, you’re gratified that it eventually led you to a life with Thomas.

The boy pulled you back to his chest as he squeezed a final hug, his brows furrowing at the feeling of cooling slick between your bodies, a bittersweet end to where love was made, “First things first, I’m gonna have to clean us up.”

[bl33df0rm3]

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Modern!Au

Cock warming captain

The slow movement is almost maddening, every slight adjustment he makes from you slipping off his lap is almost enough to make you gasp. Though to refrain from alerting your audience you only bite you bottom lip. He's hitting that perfect spot to and he's not even rocking his hips, it's like he's pinpointing the head to hit that 0spongy spot. By the shaky breaths that borderline a groan he's definitely enjoying this. Some might say a little too much, it's taking every last drop of his self control to not grip your hips. Make use of that slightly empty desk storing your PC, and hear those pretty little moans of yours be streamed live.

But he'll wait,for now.

Ayato, Thoma, wriothesley , Kazuha, Heziou, Childe/Tartaglia.

Under the desk support

The plush feeling of your thighs wrapping around his head is borderline intoxicating, combined with the way you taste is bringing him to the pearly gates. It's a blur for how long he's been down there ten minutes? Twenty? Maybe thirty? The way his tongue is swirling inside of you while his fingers pump in and out, archons, you're unsure how you've kept yourself grounded for this long. Every time you try and reach your high, he pulls away, licks his lips for a moment, and then dives back in. Unsure if it's a blessing or a curse, he's not letting you come undone in front of your camera.

Maybe he'll let you cum this time?

Gorou, Tighnari, Itto, Kaeya, Venti, Wanderer/Scaramouche,

[smallestapplin]

If only

Cw : obsessed Thoma, reader is Ayato’s spouse, yandere Thoma, listening in to others having sex without them knowing, panty sniffing. Afab!reader gn words. Whore and cockslut are said two times.

Literally no reason for this other than I had a brain worm and just had to get it out.

🔞18+Only please! Mdni it makes me uncomfortable🔞 this work is NOT for anyone under 18.

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When Thoma first met you, he greeted you like a friend and was happy to meet your acquaintance, and happy to serve you. You’d stop by every day to meet with Ayato, but always stop to chat with Thoma.

Those were the best moments of his day.

Your laugh was a melody to him, especially when he got you in tears from how hard you were laughing, or leaning on him cause his joke knocked the air out of you.

How your eyes sparkle when talking about something you love, how your voice picked up with excitement to share with him the information of the topic. How your pretty eyes lit up when he showed you new places or foods to try.

He loved you, he wants you, and his heart can only beat so quickly he feels faint around you. Thoma is always doing and getting everything you ask, you don’t have to say anything else! it’s done.

Maybe his love and devotion to you blinded him to what was happening.

When he heard of your engagement to Ayato he was devastated, but never let it show, he’d get to see you every day from now on, isn’t that great?

He played it off on how happy he was for you, how happy he was to help Ayaka with the planning.

He’d get to see you in traditional wedding attire.

But not for him.

Seeing how happy you were with Ayato chips away at his sanity.

Or seeing how smitten Ayato is with you, how he laments to Thoma how much he wishes to spend more time with you. Thoma hates it, he hates every bit of it, but he bites his tongue, knowing he can’t say anything against the commissioner.

But the upside is he gets to see you every day and he gets to keep you company every day, at least until your husband returns, just the thought is Ayato being your husband makes him sneer.

Thoma can’t help but clench his jaw every time he sees you welcome Ayato home so warmly, hugging him, kissing him as you tell him about your day.

And Ayato listens.

It angers Thoma even more that Ayato is so good to you, he just wishes you’d run into his arms for comfort to cry about how cold the hydro user is, just to show you warmth and love.

But you never do.

Only ever wished he wasn’t so busy.

But Thoma smiles through it all, if only so he could see you again.

He hates how he lays awake at night, biting his pillow to muffle his moans just to hear yours.

The thin walls of the estate are both a blessing and a curse.

“P-please! Too much too much- fuck!”

He can’t stop his hips from humping the mattress below him. Thoma squeezes his eyes shut, if he tries hard enough he can imagine it’s him you’re crying for.

He can never hear that bastard who you lay with, which he’s grateful for, as the only one Thoma wants to hear is you.

You sound so wrecked.

A loud smack snaps him from his thoughts, paired with your loud squeal.

“Fuck me, fuck me, oh by the archons- Ah! Gonna, gonna break!”

Thoma’s eyes cross at the sound, so pretty, so perfect, you sound better than he ever imagined! Damn it, he’s going to cum soon. He clings to the pillow with one hand, while the other strokes his cock in time with his rutting, covering his dick in his pre as he teases the tip.

He can’t he needs to hold it, he needs to cum with you, to be closer to you. The wet slapping only grows more frantic as your cries rise in pitch, each shriek going right to his cock.

‘Please cum, please cum- M’cumming, please!’

It’s as if his prayers were answered but the loud sob that leaves you, though he coats his bedding in his sees, he can’t help but feel pissed at the notice of your sounds being muffled.

“Shhh, quiet down my love, don’t want the whole estate knowing you’re my good little whore.”

Thoma nearly rips his pillow.

How dare that- his rage is silenced by your soft whimper.

Did you like that? How could someone so pure like to be degraded? You’re nothing short of perfection, a deity amongst them, blessing them with your presence, and you allow a man lower than you to call you as such?

He’s shocked.

But he can’t lie, his dick throbs at the revelation.

He wonders if you’d let him call you that, oh he’d beg you to be his cockslut, he’d grovel if he had to just to call you his needy whore.

The blonde tries not to whine, as he realizes just how badly he wants that how badly he wants you.

Would you ride him? Ride his face? Drown him in your slick?

He tries to be normal the next morning, but his fire burns bright at the sight of your neck littered in so many bite marks. It should be him laying with you at night, it should be his mark you’re wearing!

He angrily does laundry until he comes across your basket.

You usually help him with laundry, so you do your and Ayato’s clothes while chatting with him. But you’re not here right now, off running some other errands for a surprise for your precious husband.

He doesn’t even hesitate rooting through your clothes, finding the treasure he’s desperate for.

A pair of your dirty underwear.

He presses the fabric to his nose, balling it up as he takes a long deep inhale. his eyes roll back, his body shakes and his hips buck forward.

“Fuuuuck…” he’s already panting, his cock already throbbing but he pays it no mind.

It still has a wet spot, he doesn’t even think about how it got there or what turned you on while you were wearing this, all he knows is it’s a free appetizer.

Shakily he presses his tongue against the sodden fabric, he can’t stop the moan that escapes him.

How can Ayato sit there and refuse you, when you taste this good? Work be damned.

Thoma whimpers stuffing the fabric against his nose again, unbuttoning his pants as he takes deep whiffs of your intoxicating scent. He can’t stop himself, stroking his already hard cock while he imagines you on his face, using him however you liked.

He’s made for your pleasure, he wants you to use him like it.

He’ll happily and without question go down on you, fuck you, be used by you whenever you want, just please!

Before he could cum he hears footsteps getting closer. Panicking, Thoma tosses the panties back into the hamper and swiftly fixes himself, getting right back to work as if he wasn’t just fisting his dick at the thought of you.

“Oh, Thoma. Do you need some help?”

His jade eyes meet yours.

Your smile is so radiant.

He matches your warm smile.

“You don’t have to, it’s my job after all! But I know you won’t take that answer, so your company would be delightful to have.”

You stand perfectly next to him, helping him wash clothes and separate piles into who’s who’s.

“You know, you don’t have to lower yourself to servant work.”

“I know, but I like helping and I like spending time with you.”

His breathing stops for a moment, his heart racing at your words.

“Aw thank you my liege! It means the world to me that you’re so fond of me.”

Now if only you could be his.

[zhongrin]

your throne, my love

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham, childe, xiao, thoma

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, chubby!reader, facesitting (if that title wasn't enough of a hint lol), implied dragon!zhongli

◇ a/n ◇ enjoy you degenerates /aff <3

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli thinks it’s adorable - the way you get all flustered when he suggests the idea of you sitting on top of him. and now that you’re in that position, he thinks you sound just as - if not even more - adorable, with your breathless moans and surprised gasps.

he silences your worries for his wellbeing with his arms locked onto your thighs: solid, unmoving stone shackles that won't budge no matter how much you struggle, whine, or cry out. are you seriously underestimating him right now? given his history as the geo archon himself, being suffocated as he worships your beautiful, bountiful body is paradise to him.

his mouth sucking, licking, and lapping on your drooling cunt, until you fall apart multiple times above him, sobbing and pulling on his hair, begging for mercy - which he eventually gives out of concern for your exhausted mortal body.

perhaps next time he should have his horns out so you can grab onto them...

... and he has to wonder, would you be open to exploring how his forked, prehensile dragon tongue would feel inside you?

al haitham loves having you on top of him just as much as having your tight flower greedily swallowing his cock. it would be an honor, he says teasingly when you enquire about his opinion on the matter, not knowing that it’s one of the many things his filthy mind concocts whenever he looks at you.

he gets into it without delay, easing up your nervousness with slow, gentle licks to your slit and his hands massaging your wide hips. before long, however, he’s pulling you down more and more, tongue moving faster and faster, desperate and feral to taste even more of you, switching between flicking your clit and stirring your insides. your ‘no wait’s becomes ‘yes more’s, and pride swells in his chest, your pleas and unconscious grinding against his face making his cock ache within his pants.

he lets you move away from his face after you finish and chuckles darkly when you hide your embarrassed expression upon seeing the slick all over his cheeks, chin, and neck. “is that it for your fantasy? then, it’s my turn to relive my fantasy next,” he says as he pulls you back to your seat.

childe is a man who’s always starving for your pussy and this is easily one of his top five most favorite activities. he wastes no time in pulling you down to him, flashing you a cheeky grin - a silent promise to make you feel really good - before his chapped lips latch onto your clit.

within the first few minutes, your precum drenches the dried skin of his lips, its texture adding to that extra sensation as he passionately nuzzles further onto your cunt, humming and groaning at the taste of you on his tongue. he’s so drunk from the sweet ambrosia enveloping his senses, that he nearly forgets to breathe. still, he growls every time your fingers latch onto his hair, trying to pull him away, and he retaliates by giving a harsh slap onto your thick bum and nibbling teasingly on your puffy nub.

and when your orgasm hits you and you gush onto him? ajax whines and moans erotically, tears pooling in his ocean blue eyes as he cums untouched in his pants.

xiao will never admit it out loud but he loves how he’s reduced to a tool for pleasuring you.

you always start gently with him, afraid of being ‘too much’ or ‘too suffocating’, to which he scoffs and wordlessly pulls you closer to prove a point.

he’s always been a man of actions rather than words, so that’s what he does. he shows you how much he loves digging his bare, calloused fingers into the fat of your thighs, mindlessly using his whole face to lap, tease, suck, and massage the entirety of your drooling pussy. his golden pair of eyes trying to peek up at your expression every now and then, observing your reactions... but that all methodical cautiousness eventually flies out of the window when he drives you into mindless pleasure, and he’s grunting as you grind onto his tongue and sinful mouth, cock straining against his pants as your loud moans fills the room.

yes - if it’s for you, he doesn’t mind being used like this.

thoma’s service kink is thriving whenever you ask him to pleasure you in bed, but he’s always wondered why you never asked him this in particular. so when he sees the opportunity to try it out, he jumps at it, excitedly laying back and instructing you to move your straddling up towards his face.

he reassures you with his words and gentle squeezes of his hands on your waist as you descend upon him like an angel from the heavens. as soon as your heady scent hits him, he's eagerly pulling you close, intent to worship you like the deity you are.

it’s a slow and languid grind, gentle massages and slow-building pleasure as thoma tries to find a pace you like and the spots that makes you moan the loudest. the mix of his saliva and your juices are drenching the pillow and his hair, but he doesn't care. all he can focus on is your sweet taste on his tongue and the way you tighten as he tongue-fucks you from his place beneath you.

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[wri0thesley]

guilty jacking off. they know they shouldn’t want you, but you’re just so easy to imagine when they’re feeling particularly lonely in their beds. if it’s just a little fantasising, what’s the harm - right?

cw: guilty jacking off, not sfw, afab reader implied (no pronouns). mentions of power dynamics (kaeya, diluc, thoma). breeding mention (gorou). double dick zhongli, as it should be. 

ft (and thank you to the anons who sent their little requests in for who it should be about):  kaeya, gorou, ayato, thoma, diluc, zhongli, kazuha

kaeya is certainly not used to feeling guilt about this. though he does harbour various guilts within himself, generally he considers flirting and sex a pleasant distraction - that is, until you walked into his life. lovely, sweet, and untouchable lest he wish to have any of his under-recruits in the knights of favonius think him a pervert taking advantage of his station, kaeya cannot help but watch you when he thinks you’re not looking. cannot help but correct your form when holding a sword, give a little more praise to you than most people hear from him. and it does not help that you look at him with that wide-eyed hero worship so many new knights do hold for their captains; that you smile and gasp and fervently thank him when he takes time for you. it’s hard not to let that hero worship go to his head - to imagine that you’re knelt before him, instead, treating his cock with that same desperate revenance all to hear a kind word from your superior. it’s hard not to think of your mouth stuffed full, the bulge in your throat, the feel of his hand about the back of your neck as he hungrily pumps into you and relished the feel of your pretty lips wrapped around him. and when he does have such thoughts, there is really no other option than to wrap his hand around his cock and fuck his fist to them. 

gorou spends a lot of time at sangonomiya shrine, searching out the divine priestess for battle meetings or new instructions or other such business, when her busy schedule does not allow her to come down to find him - and it’s this which has forced him to pay attention to the shy, gentle shrine maiden who has seemingly been assigned to look after him whilst he is there. oh, he’s incredibly guilty about it - not only a civilian, but a shrine maiden, who is supposed to be sweet and pure and who he knows could never truly reciprocate his advances-- but that doesn’t stop the fact that the merest spike of your scent on the air makes him want to whine and paw at the ground and hope that how hard he is isn’t visible. you’re so sweet to him. one of the first times he had come, you had offered him some sweet treat you’d baked, and gorou had fallen fast and hard - and that you’re always happy to see him, shy but polite, lovely and - to his dog brain - so obviously fertile it hurts him does not do a thing to assuage his guilt. and when you occupy his thoughts so completely it’s no surprise he spends his night, in tents, hoping nobody hears him . . . he imagines you on your hands and knees before him as he ruts into you and bites and scratches at your shoulders, as you beg him to fill you up with his seed. 

ayato is terribly glad his sister has made a friend. though she does her duties without complaint and the world at large seem to adore her, he knows her well enough to see her loneliness - and so, your sunshine-bright presence is welcome. he adores the way you bring her out of her shell so carefully, the smile on her face after she’s spent a few hours with you . . . so it’s an awful pity that he can’t look at you over dinner without imagining dismissing the servants and railing you over the fine polished table until you’re crying out his name with your fingers curled helplessly into his shoulders. you’re simply so . . . loyal. so adoring. you have big puppy dog eyes and an eager, friendly nature that makes ayato want to teach you absolute obedience and have you following every order that he gives you as if it’s a life or death situation. he wants you to breathlessly thrust your hips back into his as you pant out, in between his own smooth, measured ones, the question of if you’re doing a good job. he wants to hear you ask how you can fuck him better, how you can make him come harder . . . and it’s the thought of teaching you to be a perfect desperate-to-please doll for him that makes him groan into his fist as he ruts his hips into fine silken sheets. 

thoma understands nobility, after spending so long working for the kamisato clan. he understands arranged marriages and what matches are appropriate and which are not - and it’s this which makes him know that no matter how his eyes linger on you, you’re too far above his station for anything to ever come to fruition. when he is schmoozing in his capacity as housekeeper to esteemed guests of the yashiro commission, he does his best to not give you any special treatment - but it’s hard not to notice you treat him like more than simply the help. hard not for him to notice the pretty shape of your lips and the glint of your eyes, to laugh when he’s surprised as you whisper some joke in his ear. he thinks that it must simply be that you are a good, kind person . . . but for thoma, the thought of those lips and that laughter and that teasing smile are most likely to haunt him on nights when he is aware of how alone he is in his bed. it’s those nights he imagines how your teasing laughter would pitch and break whilst you straddled his lap, as he gently thrust his cock inside of you until you were boneless with pleasure with your arms about his neck. it is a good job that he is the one to do laundry so often, for nights after your visits mean his sheets need a thorough cleaning. 

diluc considers himself a good employer. he’s certain that the maids and the barstaff and the winery workers would consider him the same; he’s polite if a little distant, he pays them well, he doesn’t get over-familiar but he does make a habit of knowing a little about them . . . but you, one of the new bartenders in the angel’s share, are certainly making this difficult for him. he interviewed you himself, and perhaps (it is shameful to admit it) he may have hired you simply because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but you have certainly done your part to make sure that he doesn’t regret it. you’re a very fine worker - which makes it all the worse that every time he sees you, his thoughts are not of praising you for a perfectly mixed death after noon or asking how the sales of his non-alcoholic mixes are going, but instead taking you up to the room he keeps in the angel’s share for nights he stays in town and simply fucking you on the shabby little bed until you’re mindless and drooling and panting with pleasure. nights when he does need to stay in that room and you are the barstaff working are the worst - for, with you so close, how can he not indulge in a little fantasy as he wraps his fist about his shaft and imagines your sweet voice caressing the title of ‘master diluc’? 

zhongli has, for most of his existence, had his pick of lovers to take - but times have changed, and he is now an ordinary mortal, and more than that . . . he is employed, and it would be most unbecoming of him to sour his working relationship with the wangsheng funeral parlour by admitting to his desire for hu tao’s assistant. it is not merely that you talk her down from some of her wilder ideas, but that you are well-measured and intelligent and terribly polite to him, as well as very, very pleasant to look at. the sound of your voice shaping ‘mr zhongli’, the little bow of your head, the soft, shy smile you give him . . . ah, zhongli is not used to not being able to simply have what he wants. but work is sacrosanct. even an unwritten contract - one such as ‘interpersonal relationships at work are frowned upon’ - remains a contract, and so he has no choice but to spend his nights lazily stroking himself, imagining you in various states of undress, your wide-eyed surprise at undoing his trousers and finding two cocks of more-than-impressive size, the realisation in your eyes when you discovered the man who wishes you to service him is a former deity who he has heard you profess devotion and admiration for several times. he can only hope that one day, you will grow tired of hu tao, and that little unspoken contract can be broken so you are his for the taking.  

kazuha is too polite for his own good. it doesn’t matter that he knows you like him; it doesn’t matter if he can sense the imperceptible warming of air when you catch sight of him and smile, that he notices the way that you seek him out and almost hears your heart beat faster when he is in the vicinity. you’re lovely (whilst you’re worthy of poetry that waxes lyrical about your beauty, his poetry about you is surely not worthy enough). and so, he cannot help but think you deserve more than being weighed down by him. he wants to be free just as much as you do, and even if he spends his nights sleeping on grass beneath the stars by your side (and trying not to wake you as he guiltily slips a hand between his thighs and attunes himself to your soft breathing, imagining how it would hitch if he were, for example, to slip between your own thighs and use his mouth on you until your hands tugged at his hair and you came sweetly and beautifully for him), he wants to be entirely sure that such freedom is always available for you. that, he thinks, is what really loving somebody means. 

[sister-lucifer]

I just want Brian to pull down my panties, cum in them, lift them back up, and send me on my way. I am down tremendously-

content/warnings: noncon, physical restraint, reader is AFAB and wears panties but no gender is specified, “cunt” and “pussy” used to describe reader’s genitalia, thigh fucking, pervert Brian, no actual penetrative sex, reader gets jumped in the woods, little to no build up/plot it’s just straight into the porn

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Without warning you’re suddenly shoved to the ground, a heavy weight coming down on your back to keep you there. You yelp in surprise as you feel a body land on top of yours, pushing you into the dirt and sending a sharp pain through your ribs as they bend beneath the force of two people. 

Your attempt to yell out is swiftly cut short when a gloved hand tangles itself in your hair, gripping it tightly as it muffles your cries with the soft dirt on the forest floor. You can feel the small rocks hidden in the soil leaving scrapes on your cheeks as you thrash.

The stranger’s second hand comes down on your back, grabbing at your waist to pull your ass into the air as he hastily, almost clumsily pulls up the bottom of your shirt. He fumbles with the waistband of your shorts, fingers slipping over your button as the fabric of his glove fights with him. He lets up on your hair for one second just so he can use both hands, violently yanking at the fasten of your jeans until it surrenders to his efforts with a harsh ripping sound. He pulls your zipper down so fast it nearly breaks, and even quicker still he’s jerking your shorts down your hips and then your thighs. You’re only allowed to lift your head long enough to cough and spit, wincing at the feeling of dirt in your teeth. You manage to turn and look back at your attacker for only a split second before your face is back against the ground. You whimper against the earth as the sight of the hooded man flashes before your eyes. 

You swear that you can hear him chuckle under his breath at the squeal that crawls up your throat as you feel him pulling eagerly at your panties. You thrash against him as much as you can, but despite your best efforts the pressure on your head and back keeps you disoriented. It’s clear what he wants, though; he lets up just a bit when you sit still. You’re tiring yourself out fast, and you both know it.

You shiver when your panties are pulled down to your knees, resting against the ground and exposing your delicate cunt to the eyes of this aggressive pervert. He smiles under his mask, an expression of absolute debauchery hidden behind black fabric and a sewn on red frown that’ll be burned into your memory forever. 

The strangled noise you let out when you feel him rut against your waiting pussy through his jeans is mortifying. The denim and its metal button are harsh against your sensitive flesh as the stranger practically humps you like a wild dog, hard on twitching in his pants. You can hear him huffing through his mask, breathing heavily through the gaps in his gritted teeth. He’s desperate, nearly rabid with need for a reason that’s beyond you. 

You freeze when you hear him fumble with his zipper, gloved knuckles brushing your back as he struggles with only thing keeping him restrained. A heavy gasp makes your body shake when you suddenly feel the already leaking tip of his cock brush against your thigh. 

“W-Wait, don’t—!” You stammer, thrashing even harder in his grip with the last of your energy. He shushes you harshly, fingers tightening harshly in your hair as a warning. 

“Don’t be so loud,” He whispers, “You’re fine. I ain’t gonna hurt ya unless you make me…” 

You squeak in surprise when his cock slides between your trembling thighs. You instinctively squeeze your legs together, only to cringe when he moans in response. He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as he repositions himself over you, finally releasing your hair only to pin your hands down, wrapping your body in his to keep you still as he starts to thrust. The noises that are pulled from your throat every time he pushes forward are viscerally humiliating, especially the way your voice cracks when his shaft just barely brushes your clit, not once threatening to break through your entrance but taking horrid delight in using it for his own pleasure. He’s shameless in the noise he makes, huffing and groaning in your ear and cursing under his breath every time he moves. 

He barely keeps a steady pace, his desperation becoming apparent with each thrust. You can feel his cock twitch against your thighs as it slides between them, able to feel every vein that runs up the side, all of them pumping hard and fast with adrenaline and primal need. You shudder to think what it would’ve felt like had he decided to use your hole instead.

“H-Haah…you’re…g-getting wet,” He growls in your ear, as though it’s an insult. It may as well be. You whine and turn away from him, biting your lip and ignoring the fact that you can feel yourself soaking his cock and it slides against your cunt. 

You can feel him starting to tremble, and you know in an instant he won’t last much longer. You suck in a breath, silently hoping whatever he chooses to do won’t leave a mess on your back or thighs. You won’t be able to deal with it until you’ve made the trek all the way back down the trail. 

“Gonna…g-gonna cum—“ He whispers through gritted teeth. His hands squeeze around yours, grip getting tighter and tighter, almost to a painful degree as he chases his release with reckless abandon. He’s staring to lose whatever little bit of restraint he has left, and fast. 

All at once his resolve collapses, guttural noises of pleasure falling from his lips as his hips slam erratically against you. He barely manages to choke out one last word of warning before suddenly he stops, cock head barely nestled between your thighs as his entire body tenses and shakes with the force of an orgasm that nearly makes him cry out. He barely manages to strangle the sound before it leaves his throat, cock twitching as it releases hard and fast. You cringe in anticipation of feeling the sticky warmth trail down your thighs, but the sensation never comes. After a few moments you sigh, relieved to have been granted this one small mercy. 

You’re too dazed and dizzy to move when he finally gets up off of you. You stay on the ground despite your humiliating position, and despite the wicked chuckle your attacker allows to slip. 

His boots crunch on the ground, and for a moment you think he’s just going to walk away, leave you here to take care of yourself. Then you feel your panties being slid back up your thighs. You can only be confused for a moment before you’re struck with the uncomfortable feeling of your warm, soaking panties squeezing around the mound of your cunt. The substance is thick and unbearably sticky, not to mention far too much for it to have come from you, especially without an orgasm. 

You flinch and squeal as he fastens your shorts back in place around your waist, tightly keeping your panties in place and making sure you can’t escape the feeling of his cum soaking your pussy and threatening to stain your jeans. 

He stands back up, buttoning his jeans and adjusting his pants a bit before shoving his hands back in the pocket of his faded yellow hoodie. He’s silent for a moment, admiring his work with a hidden smirk spread across his face. 

“Better get walkin’, sweetheart,” He teases, toe of his boot nudging your pussy through your shorts, “It’s a loooong way home.”

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ -Chapter 11-

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Approximately 3,545 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language, foul language, use of a slur, depictions of violence. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

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Chapter 11

                Charlie made you stay on the property close to the house, if you needed to leave in order to work the orchard or check on the construction on your home, you had to bring him or Tommy along with you. After you told Charlie about the incident, both he and Tommy searched the property for clues, footprints, anything to be able to try and identify who it may have been hiding in the forest that night, but they always came back with nothing. It was as if the shadow person really was just a shadow and nothing more, but you knew what you saw, you saw its form very clearly in the dark of the night.

It had been three days since you told Charlie about it, Luda Mae was on edge worrying about you and your safety. Tommy was also being overly protective of you, he watched you everywhere you went when you were outside, he made you join him in the barn to have you near him while he tended to the animals, you didn’t mind spending the extra time near him.

Today was no different from the rest, the sun was bright in the sky with a cloudless expanse of blue surrounding it. You spent a lot of the morning doing laundry, as you finished hanging up the last of the garments on the outside hang line, you heard a call from Luda Mae,

“Hun, can you come in here when your good and done that laundry?”

You respond in agreement, the final clothespin now tightly pinching one of Tommy’s massive white shirts. You step down from the stool and admire the clothes swaying in the gentle breeze, you felt a certain nostalgia for hanging clothes, your grandmother used to have you help her hang the laundry on the line when you were small, and you never forgot the fresh smell of the outside air on the clothes when you took them down for folding.

You walked into the kitchen from the backdoor with the empty laundry basket in hand, Luda Mae was dressed to leave the house, she grabbed her purse and turned to look for you,

“Oh, there you are. I need to go to the gas station today. Charlie’s gon’ drop me off, then he has to go to town and get some things.” She walks over to grab her sun hat which hung on the wall, and continued,

“Thomas’ gonna be out in the barn with them cows while we’re away, one of ‘em needs a hoof trim so he’s gon’ be a while. Can you stay inside ‘til we’re back? I don’t want to risk you gettin’ hurt by some weirdo or nothin’”

You follow her to the main entrance, you felt compelled to ask,

“Shouldn’t I just stay outside with Tommy?”

Luda Mae is now already opening the door, Charlie is honking the horn in the distance to push her along,

“I just wanna be sure you’re safe hun, it’s mighty boring watchin’ a man shave a hoof down, n’ it takes forever to do.” She opens the door to leave but turns and says some final words,

“Every door in this house is locked, as soon as I close this one make sure to lock it and check the door you came in as well. If you’re in the house at least I know you won’t be messed with. I’ll be back in a few hours hun.”

She shut the door and ran to the idling truck while Charlie reamed her out for taking so long. You lock the door as she asked, and head to the kitchen to lock the back door as instructed. You sigh and look out the window at Tommy who was pushing one of the cows’ legs into the holster to prop it up for the trim -I guess I can go to my room and read for a bit-. When you entered your room, you noticed a bit of dust floating in the air, you decide to open the window to let fresh air inside. You went over to one of the bookshelves in the room and picked out a book you never got to finish from high school titled ‘Island of the Blue Dolphins’.

You lay down on your bed to start the book from the first chapter, each sentence reminded you of the past. The book took you out of your head and into someone else’s world, a story from history retold. As you continued to read you grew tired, your eyelids became heavy and before you could put the book down, you were out like a light.

Tommy was still working on the cow, he was gentle and sliced thin sheets off the keratinous layer keeping in mind the comfort level of the cow. He was at it for over an hour, he decided the cow had enough and deserved to take a break. He unhooked the leg and brought the cow out to the pasture with the others, he watched as it happily bounced away to go find a moist patch of grass to munch on. He missed you, and wanted to check in to see what you were up to and get a glass of water while he was inside.

Tommy unlocked the door to the kitchen and poured himself some water which he guzzled down in an instant, as he filled the cup again, he called out to you but there was no answer; Finishing the next glass of water, Tommy went to look for you, calling your name as he moved through each room, but there was never an answer. He felt a chill go up his spine and began searching more frantically, loudly yelling out to you in hopes you were on another floor. He went to your room and knocked on the door, no answer.

Tommy opened the door and looked around the room, he saw your bed was messed up and the window was wide open. You were gone. He screamed for you, running all over the house in case he was wrong about his assumptions but each room he checked was met with dead silence and no one to see. He ran outside, the barn was the first place to look, nothing. He ran to the wheat field, searched around each corner including inside the silo, nothing. He looked in the car graveyard, opening the doors and trunks, searching under the cars, nothing. The final place was the pond, he ran as quick as possible, he looked through the trees and all around the surrounding forest, he searched the dock and the water, nothing again.

Tommy felt like his world was collapsing in on him, he couldn’t find you anywhere, you were taken from him and he wasn’t there to stop it, he was brimming with rage at his failure to protect you.  Now that you were missing, Tommy was hell bent on finding you, he would search to the ends of the earth if he had to, he won’t stop until you are in his arms again.

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You woke up in a dark room, it was lit dimly with old string lights. The ceiling and walls of the room were made of dirt, like they had been dug into by a shovel, the walls were reinforced by wood beams that the string of the lights would loop around. You felt exhausted, you could barely keep your eyes open and your vision was going in and out of blurriness. You felt like you were laying down on a hard surface, it was cold in this place, -am, I dreaming? Where am I?- You were too exhausted to panic, when you tried to lift your arm to rub your eyes, you realize you couldn’t, you were unable to move your whole body, the best you could manage was just curling your toes or twitching your fingers.

You groan to see if you could speak, you were able to squeak out a noise thankfully. You hear footsteps coming towards where you lay, a smell follows when the footsteps drew close, body odor, really bad body odor. You push out some words,

“Hhhwho, whos…there?” it was weak but audible.

You hear the footsteps come close to you, a chuckle rattles into your ears, someone walks up to your side and looks down at you, their face is too blurry to make out, they speak,

“Nice o’ you t’wake up.”

The voice was familiar, but you struggled to think of the person it reminded you of, you squeeze out another question,

“Hhhh…hhhwho?”

The person kneels down and gets really close to your face, its Dover. You grumble and try to move to get away but he laughs as you struggle.

“Recognize me now dontcha bitch?” his words were pointed, he continues to speak,

“Finally caught ya when those freaks went away. They fucked up muh dang fire and now yer still alive. I intend t’change that.”

You squirm, tears start to roll from your eyes, -why can’t I move? Please let this just be a bad dream- you blink frantically, feeling like if you could just push yourself then somehow you could get out of there. Dover goes over to a shelf area and grabs some ropes, he comes back to you and starts tying your arms and legs down,

“I drugged ya while y’slept in yer nice cushy bed at the Hewitt house.” He ties your hands together and attached the rope to a pole that was behind you,

“Im gon’ wait ‘till it wears off so y’can get the full effect of what I’m gonna put ya through. Payback fer Tilly just up and givin’ everythin’ away t’some whore from Canada.” He ties your feet together and lifts you so you sit upright against the dirt wall next to were you lay.

He walked away and disappeared around the corner, all you could do was cry, as time passed you started to gain your movement back and were finally able to speak. You didn’t remember anything other than falling asleep in your bed with the book, you felt like you were in a waking nightmare. You tried to scream out for help, calling each of the Hewitt’s names in case either of them could hear you, tears streaming down your face as you yelled.

Dover returned, he mocked your screaming and crying and laughed when you stopped, he looked worse than usual, his beard had grown in and was yellowing already, he smelled like he hadn’t bathed in forever. You try to free yourself from your bonds but they were so tight it just cut into your skin the more you struggled, you look up at him as he stood over you, smirking, you ask,

“Why are you doing this?!”

He tilts his head back to chuckle to himself, then says,

“I deserve some fun b’fore I take up the deed to Tilly’s property, I earned it.”

You respond,

“Where did you go after the fire? And where the fuck am I?”

He kneels down to you, his rank smell overwhelming your senses,

“When I saw the fuckin’ Hewitts drivin’ up I had t’run, so I made my way out to an abandoned lot n’ dug this hole so’s I be able t’kill ya without no one knowin’ where I was.” He looked around and continued,

“Seems it worked. Oh, y’can scream all ya want here, no one’s gon’ hear ya.” He cackled and walked over to the table where he got the ropes from,

“Y’see, Im gon’ take pleasure in fuckin’ ya up. Maybe after I kill ya, I’ll give yer body t’the Hewitts, so they can eat it.”

You hang your head down, the tears dripping onto your legs,

“What the hell are you talking about? Just let me go! If you let me go, I won’t say anything to anyone, please!” you had to choke past your tears to speak, you were so scared of what was coming next, you continue to plead,

“Please let me go, please, I don’t want to die.”

Dover just laughs at you, he turns away from the table and is holding a knife, he inspects the edge of it with his thumb as he walks over to you,

“Y’think I’m stupid? I know If I let y’go, those cannibals’ll be after me.” He kneels down and starts to cut away your shirt exposing your bra,

“Y’gon be mighty uncomfortable in the cold down here. Ain’t no comfort comin’ t’ya. While yer awake and alive, you might as well know the truth ‘bout the freaks you lived with.”

You cut in, “What?”

He smirks and continues to tear away the rest of your shirt,

“Those Hewitts, used t’eat people back b’fore the orchard grew. The economy was down, real bad, everyone left town fer greener pastures. Not them though, those dumb fucks wouldn’t leave their big fancy house. Once the food went out n’ deliveries stopped, the animals starved n’ stopped producin’, they ate what animals were left ‘til there was none.” He looked up past his brows at you,

“That’s when they started eatin’ people. Travellin’ folks would be picked off when they came in town fer gas, killed ‘em all n’ cooked ‘em up fer dinner. That big retard one did most of the killin’, he’d slaughter ‘em all then butcher the bodies fer the meat. He’s evil with how many he killed.”

You just sat still, eyes wide,

“How do you know all this? Why didn’t they kill you?”

He ran the knife up your arm, tracing the tip over your skin, he said,

“I used t’be the one deliverin’ gas to the station, only reason they had a fuckin’ store t’begin with. Then when Tilly came round, she hired me on t’start up the orchard. She paid me t’keep quiet. None of it matters now anyway, I’m gon’ report them to the sherriff, and blame them fer ya dyin’”

You yell at him, “What makes you think they won’t hunt you down after I’m dead?”

He laughs,

“They ain’t gon’ get the chance, the sherriff’ll be called b’fore I leave this hole after I’m done with ya”

You start screaming again, as loud as you could just in case any of the Hewitts were nearby. Dover slaps you across the face,

“Save yer screams fer when the fun starts.”

The sting from his slap was panful, you already felt dizzy from the drugs he injected into you wearing off, the slap just made it all worse. You try to struggle again, hoping to possibly get loose form the rope, Dover was now cutting away at your shorts laughing at your efforts to escape,

“Struggle all ya want whore, yer never getting’ out of those knots.”

You curse at him,

“You fucking evil pig, what are you planning?”

He tears away the cloth from your shorts, now exposing your underwear, the chill of the room now giving your skin goosebumps, you feel so cold you shiver. He says,

“I’m gonna take y’apart, piece by piece.” He laughs to himself as he gets up to grab something off the table again.

You wriggle your hands back and forth; you start to feel the rope loosen so you continue steadily wriggling to help loosen it more. You watch Dover to make sure he still has his back turned, you were able to get your hands free, you start to untie your feet while watching Dover. You were able to loosen the rope on your feet and quickly placed your hands back to where they were, holding the rope with them so he didn’t know they were untied, he turned around and had a larger knife with him now.

He came and squatted down to look over your body, he touched your leg and ran his calloused hand up your thigh,

“Don’t know where t’start.” He said as he looked over your legs.

He placed the knifes edge on your collarbone, he pressed in and you winced in pain, he started laughing maniacally, his eyes closed tightly as he threw his head back with glee. Just as he exposed his neck, you punched him right in the Adams apple and he fell backward choking. He dropped the knife to his side as he held his throat, you picked it up and plunged it into his calf, it penetrated and sliced through his muscle and poked through the other side, he clenched his calf with his hands as he choked, trying to catch his breath.

You removed the rope fully from your feet and ran out of the area, you turned the corner and found a doorway made of scrap metal, you fling the door open and start running, barely able to see in front of you. The pathway was at an incline upwards, it led you to a dead end, you looked around for a door and spotted a ladder, you looked up and saw a wooden latch door. You frantically climbed the ladder and pushed up on the door, it opened up to a field with extremely tall grass, you were almost fully out of the hole when you felt a tug at your foot, Dover was behind you pulling you down, it made you fall to the ground above the latch door and he began to drag you into the hole, you screamed as loud as you could.

You were almost pulled in again but you landed a swift kick to Dover’s face with your free foot, he grunted in pain and fell backward into the hole, letting go of your foot. You closed the latch door and ran as fast as you could through the grass, you didn’t know where you were but you knew you needed to put distance between you and him. The sky was dark, it was already nightfall, you were grateful for the heat, it was warming your cold, exposed body. You snuck your way through the grass, being careful to not leave an obvious trail for Dover to find you. You hear his laugh,

“Im gon’ find you bitch! You can’t hide from me!” His words resonated loudly, he was nearby.

You crouch down low and quiet your movements to try and hide in the grass as best you could. You hear him shuffling haphazardly as he floundered around the brush. He was getting closer; you quietly move yourself to a denser area of the field and kneel down as low as possible. You listened for him, his footsteps were inching closer to you, you could hear his heavy breathing and sat as still and quiet as possible when you saw his legs through the strands of vegetation surrounding you,

“Come out lil’ piggy, I’m gonna getcha” he called out for you in a sing-song way, sounding even more unhinged than before.

He was now right next to where you were, you hitched your breath and lowered yourself further into the grass hoping for the best. After a few seconds of just hearing his heavy breathing, he moved on. You waited for a good minute and then when you couldn’t hear his movements again, you quietly snuck away. You continued moving in the same direction, hoping it was going to at least get you to a road, you raised your head above the grass slightly to see where you should go, a forest could be seen in the distance so you made your way towards that, now running as fast as you could.

Just when you reached the edge of the forest you felt your hair pulled back roughly, it made you fall backward and you yelped in pain.

“Gotcha!” he shouted with glee.

Dover dragged you closer to him by your hair, you scratched and clawed at his hand to release your hair. You were at his feet now, he let go of your hair and stood over top of you, he placed his foot on your stomach and stood onto you, you yelled out for help with your last inhalation. He kept applying pressure, now making it hard for you to breathe in, you punched his leg as hard as you could but this just made him laugh loudly. He dropped himself on top of your body, he placed his legs on your arms to prevent you from moving, you gasp for air and let out another scream.

Dover punches your face, you yell in pain and feel dizzy again, his hands are now around your neck squeezing your throat. In this moment, you feel helpless, you can’t squirm enough to get him off of you and now the blood is unable to get to your brain causing you to slowly slip into darkness. As the world around you begins to fade, you hear a low rumbling, like the growl of a wolf. The pressure from your neck is gone and there’s no one on your body, as the blood starts rushing back into your brain you gasp for air, coughing and sputtering as you roll over onto your front.

The sound you heard was no wolf, it was the revving of an engine, a small engine, a chainsaw.

Next chapter-

[deceitfuldevout]

Hidden Treasure Masterlist:

Arranged Marriage AU: Dark!Tommy Shelby x Wife!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

Part 1 - Seeking Shelter - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703992502564405249/hidden-treasure-part-1?source=share

Part 2 - The Arrangement - ❌ https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703992629016346624/hidden-treasure-part-2?source=share

Part 3 - Dearly Beloved - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/703993189958369280/hidden-treasure-part-3?source=share

Part 4 - Consummation - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704000784183984128/hidden-treasure-part-4?source=share

Part 5 - Jealousy - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704001527627628544/hidden-treasure-part-5?source=share

Part 6 - Punishment - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704009614548697088/hidden-treasure-part-6?source=share

Part 7 - Possession - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704010151457325056/hidden-treasure-part-7?source=share

Part 8 - A New Friend - 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704010655292899328/hidden-treasure-part-8?source=share

Part 9 - A Funeral - 🔞 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704013534572478464/hidden-treasure-part-9?source=share

Part 10 - Runaway - 🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704013905688674304/hidden-treasure-part-10?source=share

Part 11 - Crashing Down - 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704014073024610304/hidden-treasure-part-11?source=share

Part 12 - Hidden Treasure -❌❤️ https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704019532282527744/hidden-treasure-part-12?source=share

[lucllle]

Somno drabbles!! these arent well edited so

cw: somnophilia, nsfw, dubcon(just to be safe)

characters: Itto, thoma

nsfw under the cut !!

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itto

He doesn't understand it AT ALL, so he needs it explained to him.

I feel like Itto wouldn't be the type to be too into it if you're just taking a nap, it'd probably be more of a midnight type of thing.

Therefore, he'd prob fuck you while he himself is half asleep, nighttime or in the mornings.

Itto awoke late in the night, perhaps around one in the morning. The two of you had a very detailed discussion a few days beforehand.

You voiced your desire for him to take you in your sleep, which absolutely took him aback. However, after enough reassurance, he said he'd be willing to participate in it.

With your excitement from earlier in mind, he wrapped his arms around you, spooning you from behind. He yawned, sliding one of his large hands under your shirt. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment while he cupped your breast.

His other hand traveled downward, sliding underneath your shorts. He slid a finger in between your folds, circling your clit. His movements were sluggish, his rough hands dragging along your skin nicely.

Despite Itto being barely lucid, he was already rock hard, letting out a sigh when he grinded against your ass. He at least remembered he couldn't put it in now, though.

Itto opened his eyes when he heard your breath hitch, thinking that you perhaps could've woken up. Surprisingly enough, you were still fast asleep. He took one of your nipples between his fingers, rubbing it gently.

His other hand traveled lower now, prodding at your entrance. He slid his fingertip in first, smiling before pulling you closer. He pushed the rest of his finger in, trying his best to stretch you out.

Itto started to grow impatient; he knew he needed to prepare you properly before hand, but it was just so tedious to do so late at night. He slid a second finger in, letting out a shaky breath when he felt just how tightly you were gripping his fingers.

Itto lazily fingered you, occasionally scissoring his fingers inside of you. After a few minutes, he decided it was good enough. He pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs, just enough for him to be able to slide his cock into you.

He pulled his pants and boxers down as well, his tip an angry red and leaking with an abnormal amount of precum, considering he hadn't even been touched yet.

He took his length in his hand, lining himself up before he slowly started to inch himself inside you. He moaned into your ear, your quiet whines and bated breath only turning him on more.

Itto hooked his hand under your top leg, lifting it so he could bottom out completely. He cursed under his breath, already so close.

" Oh, archons... "

Eventually, he bottomed out. He wasted no time to pull back, slowly thrusting back into you. He knew that you were starting to stir, but it didn't matter at this point.

Maintaining a slow pace at first, you managed to stay asleep for a bit longer. The closer Itto got, though, the more reckless he got. He bit onto your shoulder, picking up the pace.

Soon enough, you awoke to him squeezing one of your boobs, tugging at your nipple particularly roughly. You let out a yelp, the pain almost waking you up completely.

" 'M sorry, so, so, sorry... Just- a minute longer, yeah? "

He licked the spot which he had bitten into, only to bite the area again before wrapping both arms around your waist. He panted as he pistoned into you, squeezing you against him tightly.

You wheezed at just how tightly he had you pressed against him, mewling while he selfishly chased after his own orgasm. You managed to cum amidst the chaos, your entire body tensing up.

Itto groaned when you started to clench around him more tightly, his movements growing sloppy. He thrusted harshly once, twice, then three times before you finally felt him spill inside of you. He practically sobbed out while riding out his orgasm, holding you as close as humanly possible.

You reached behind you, your fingers finding purchase in his hair. He finally loosened his grip, letting out a shaky sigh. He didn't pull out just yet.

" Itto, are you alright? Why aren't you pulling out? "

" Let's just stay like this, please. This feels so nice... "

Itto relaxed completely, closing his eyes. You sighed, your hand gripping the arm he had around you. You smiled a bit, scooting closer to him.

" Alright, fine. You owe me for this, though. You know I don't like staying sticky. "

He let out what you could only assume was a sound that meant 'fine' before he went back to sleep. You decided to follow suit, the comfort of his warmth lulling you to sleep.

just an fyi, he wakes up with morning wood lmfao

thoma

bro i swear idk if i want this man to fuck me stupid or if i want to peg him sos

he will NOT wake you up unless you ask, he is so gentle <3

ugh he has me in a chokehold

he's literally HONORED you brought it up and even if he hasn't thought abt it before he's very eager to please

You slept in a nice, silky nightgown. You had hoped that you could catch Thoma once he got home from work, but sleep got the better of you.

Thoma came to seeing you sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. He untied his hair, taking his shirt and headband off before crawling onto the bed next to you.

At first, it was innocent. He ran his hand over your hair, smiling. He thumbed away the drool that was on your chin, though he soon caught himself staring at your lips. You seemed so peaceful and pure; it was hard to believe that you were spouting nonsense earlier about wanting him to have his way with you, even while you were asleep.

He could feel his face flushing, his mind becoming corrupt with indecent thoughts. He leaned in, holding your face with his hand before softly kissing you. At that exact moment, Thoma decided to give into his temptations.

He moved down the bed, sitting between your now spread legs after taking your panties off. He stared at your figure for a good ten seconds, seeming at a loss for what to do with you.

Thoma leaned forward, pressing onto you slightly. One of his hands slid under your nightgown, caressing your stomach while slowly working his way up to your boob. His other hand gripped your thigh, the plush flesh alone being able to make his blood rush downward.

He kissed and nipped at the crook of your neck, smiling when he heard your hitched breath. You were such a sucker for his touch, even while unconscious.

The hand on your thigh soon traveled higher, hit thumb finding your clit in a matter of seconds. He made slow, large circles whilst groping your breasts, pressing his growing bulge against the bed.

He backed away for a moment, only to take your nightgown off you. Thoma took in the sight of your naked, flushed body before he leaned onto you again. This time, he latched his mouth onto one of your nipples.

Other than the occasional nibbling, Thoma was extremely gentle. His touches remained feather light, or at the very least were all extremely sensual. He continued circling your clit, now pinching your other nipple with his thumb and pointer finger.

He thought to himself that your body was reacting so nicely. So nice, in fact, that he could probably push two fingers into you then and there. It was a brilliant idea, he thought.

So he did just that. After sucking his fingers and coating them in spit, he traveled lower, savoring your tender flesh before he finally managed to slip one inside. He was very eager, but he would never risk hurting you.

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, staring at your face with furrowed eyebrows. He wouldn't want to disturb you, but who's to say he can't take care of you without waking you?

After a minute or two of just one finger, he pushed the second one in, allowing your body to acclimate before he started to sink even deeper into you, going down to the first knuckle. He moaned when he felt just how wet you were and how desperately you were clenching his fingers. He grinded against the bed, flattening his tongue and licking the mound of flesh in front of him.

Thoma could easily cum with just this, but he wanted to make you finish first. He started to move his fingers, searching inside of you for your sweet spot. He eventually found it, applying pressure to it with his fingers.

He rubbed circles into your hips, soothing you in your sleep when you finally came, scissoring his fingers inside of you to ride out your orgasm. Eventually, once you had finally calmed down, he pulled his fingers out. He sucked on them, savoring your taste.

Only then did he even look down at his bulge, heaving a sigh before he looked at your figure. He crawled off of the bed, taking off his pants and undergarments before crawling in front of you again.

He spit on his hand, stroking himself to spread the half assed lubricant. He lifted your legs, lifting both of them onto one of his shoulders.

Thoma wrapped an arm around your legs, using his available hand to position his cock between your thighs, prodding himself in between them until his tip was peeking out the other side.

He'd never want to wake you up, he thought. I mean, he could always have his way with you when you woke up anyway. He let out a sigh, adjusting himself so that your pussy lips were spread against his cock.

He slowly started thrusting in and out, your slick allowing him to easily pick up speed. He covered his mouth, almost delirious from this alone. Since you weren't awake, you weren't there to see just how sensitive he could get. He tried to hide it when you were awake, but as of right now, he couldn't care less.

He moaned when his tip brushed against your clit, drool starting to coat his hand.

He tightened his grip around your legs, screwing his eyes shut desperately. Thoma could feel himself already getting close, letting his hand fall to his side.

He leaned forward, gripping onto the bedsheets next to your head. Just hearing you let out the quietest moan was enough to make him burst, making small thrusts to ride out his orgasm. He let out a shaky moan, tensing up whilst he rode out his orgasm.

He let one of your legs fall back onto the bed, staring at his cum. Some of it had made its way to your chest, making him go beet red. He made sure to clean you up thoroughly, waking you up with the smell of breakfast.

" Thoma, I slept so well last night! Had a nice dream about you, too. "

" Oh, haha... is that so? That's great to hear. Come sit, we can talk more about it over breakfast. "

[cosmic-crybaby]

Blue Skies- Tommy Shelby

Chapter 2: ‘The Other Woman’ 

Warnings in this chapter: Smoking, Alcohol, hint at infidelity, Tommy got that rizz

Masterlist

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The man beside you caught you off guard, barely getting a peak at his face. 

You had noted just how close he was to you. Close enough for you to smell the cologne, musk, and tobacco, and the slightest hint of beer. He took a step closer to the bar, your eyes darting around his face to drink up every of him that was visible. The peaked cap on top of his head casting mysterious shadows down his face. The gray suit he wore was perfectly tailored to fit him. A golden pocket watch sitting in his vest pocket, a sharp jawline that could cut anyone brave enough to come close enough to touch it. When he took his cap off, his dark brown hair was freshly cut and carried small specks of silver. 

The moment he moved you quickly averted your eyes away from him, opting to look down at your wine red painted nails. Tempted to start picking at the lacquer as your hands began to feel weak as he reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve a silver cigarette holder. The metal clinked as he pressed the button to open it, flipping the lid and grabbing a cigarette stick for himself. Running the end of it between his lips to moisten it before setting it between them, his large blue eyes darted to you, just a simple side glance at your figure before he noticed your eyes made contact with his. Your gaze never leaving his intimidating eyes as chills ran up and down your spine and into your fingers. 

He held out the holder to you, indicating that you could grab a smoke if you had pleased. Your fingers went numb and trembled as you slipped your fingers around one of the white sticks and held it between your middle and index finger to hold it in place as your plump, red lips wrapped around the end, staining the white paper red. The gangster flicked the lighter, igniting the flame and burning the tip of his cigarette and taking a large puff of smoke before using the still open flame to do the same for you, gently and slowly lowering it to your cigarette. Your curtly nod at him, ‘Thank you’, as you inhale the smoke in bliss. You made an effort to stop the smoking when your children were around as not to be a bad influence on them, but everyone knew most Birmingham children started smoking at the ripe age of nine or younger and you didn’t want that to be the case for your children. 

The presence of the older man beside you made it hard for you to keep your eyes away from his alluring features. However, the daunting and anxious feeling in your stomach couldn’t be ignored. The infamous family of gangsters were widely known around Birmingham, maybe even all through the United Kingdom. So, the Shelby name was not unheard of to you. You never saw the Peaky Blinders up close in action as you didn’t live within Small Health, but you heard of what they have done and still continue to do to this day. It shocked you but you were glad you never experienced the gang of men in peaked caps shooting their guns and getting in fights around your home. 

To a certain extent. 

What shocked you even more was the fact that the front man of the Peaky Blinders was standing less than a foot away from you, sharing a cigarette and having a glass of whiskey with you. He glances around the room briefly before he diverted his attention back to you, quietly sitting on the stool and savoring your cigarette. He places the glass of whiskey in front of you, the liquid amber sloshes in the glass before it settles into slight stillness. You glance up at him again, getting a better look at his face. His dark circles and wrinkles by his eyes, those freckles that kissed his skin. Ask anyone else that they saw when they looked at him and they’d say he was a broken man and you assumed that would be true but you thought he was beautiful. Those ice-blue eyes were captivating and drew you in deeper. He had the devil’s eyes, but even the devil used to be an angel.

“I don’t normally share drinks with the women that come to my pub, but you looked helplessly lost,” He commented. He wasn’t completely wrong but you had hoped your efforts of seeming relaxed and natural went unnoticed.

“What makes you think that?” You asked, quirking a brow at him.

“I’ve never seen your face around here before…are you sure you’re not lost?” He asked, the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips. His body was still facing the bar as he held his glass in his hand.

“I can assure you that I’m not lost, Mr. Shelby, but how would you know? I think my face is quite ordinary,” You quickly raised your brows in amusement.

“Trust me Sweetheart, I’d recognize a face like yours…especially if you walked into me pub,” The Peaky Blinder leaned in close a bit, his voice was deep and raspy but he said this quiet enough for you to hear behind the live music and drunken shouting. As he drew just a few inches closer to you, your confidence quickly turned to shyness as everything around you turned dark and all you could see was his eyes. The slightest movement made your breath get caught in your throat. When he retreated it was like the lights in the room got brighter. He clinked his glass against yours before moving back to his original position.  You couldn’t help but watch in awe as he lifted his glass to his lips, taking the whiskey in one single swallow before setting the glass back on the wooden bar. Your hand takes your glass as you stare at the liquid inside as it shined like honey under the lights of the pub.  He closely watches you take the whiskey down in the same smoothness as him. You suppress your cough by simply clearing your throat in attempts to ease the burning sensation you were not used to. You preferred wine over any other alcohol and the whiskey reminded you why you did.

“So, tell me…why come here to a pub full of drunkards' all by yourself?” He questioned. You crossed one leg over the other, revealing your leg through the slit in your dress, which caught his eye.

“What makes you think I’m alone, Mr. Shelby?” You turned your torso to him and rested your elbow on the bar.

“Would a mare rile up a stallion when she already has one on her heels?” He asked. This caused you to smile.

“Ah, so you ride horses, then?” You asked, like it was an obvious question, lifting your chin up slightly. He nodded once.

“I race them actually, but it’s just as fun,” His eyes never left you as you talked, but you were too busy looking down at your hands in bashfulness to notice. You chuckled and turned away to run a finger over the rim of your empty glass.

“Fun is overrated,” You arch your brows as your laugh ceases. That actually wasn’t true to you, but when you had a life as messy as yours, fun was just something you’d eventually get to enjoy when the time was right and when your life was in order. But that was in the distant future.

“Ah, I am sure you’ll like it, you should try it sometime, eh?”

You quickly turned your head to him again, the defensive reply ready in your throat if he did not choose his next words carefully.

“Fun?” You asked.

“Riding horses…or racing them,” He shrugged his broad shoulders. You shared a small laugh, although yours was more in relief.

“Right right…maybe I would if I had someone to guide me?” Your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth as your eyes glazed up at him. He stared at you for a moment, taking long glances at your face.

“How about I buy us another drink, eh? And I’ll tell you more about it,” He stood up straight and your heart fluttered. It was the first time your body felt that way over a man in months. You eagerly nodded.

“Oh yes of course, please do, Mr. Shelby,” You smiled as you sat up, motioning to the bar. He instructed the barmaid to hand him the bottle of whiskey after grabbing the empty glasses in his hands.

“Enough of that I’m buying you a drink the least you could do is call me by my first name,”

It was an odd request to say the least, since you both had met less that twenty minutes ago. You slightly nodded with a smile as he motioned you to follow him, leading you past the dancing, drunk, guests and into a secluded room. A different room than the one he and his family usually used.

An hour and a half later and you had finished your third glass of whiskey. You sat across from him and talked. Races, horses, work…anything that came to mind. It was a casual conversation, a conversation that anyone would have on a first outing when getting to know each other in one night.

“You really amaze me Thomas,” You laughed as you set the half-full glass on the table, suddenly not wanting anymore whiskey.

“You still haven’t told me your name, Sweetheart...” He asked, leaning back in his chair, a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of whiskey in his free hand. "Why is that?"

"Then you'd have to stop calling me Sweetheart," You flirted. Thomas chuckled as he brought the cigarette up to his lips and slowly inhaled.

"Besides, you never asked me…I'm afraid if I tell you this will end too soon…and tragically," You rested your head on your hand as you drunkenly gaze at him from your seat.

"Is that so?" He exhaled the smoke he was holding. It billowed around the both of you. You only hummed.

"Well that's a risk I am willing to take just to know your name,"

"Do you enjoy my presence that much?" You giggled as he shrugged and pretended to act coy.

"It will start out nice and perfect but then those hardships and frustrations from unpredictable external conflicts will get the better of us," You say. Thomas was listening in understanding silence as his eyes scanned your beautiful features. “But, before we absolutely destroy each other we will be in this brief period of calm, pure, perfect love,”

“The calm before the storm, I know that all too well,” He said. You nodded in agreement.

“Exactly…It will devolve into this excruciating loveless loop of sex and be extremely exhausting…The melodramatic love-life we have will end in us becoming perfect strangers again,” You shrug and take one last sip of your whiskey.

“I don’t want to be perfect strangers, not after tonight…” His voice broke the silence. The muffled music and cheering beyond the doors of the room the two of you shared.

“I don’t either…but I guess it doesn’t always have to be doomed. It all just depends on how you interpret it,” You smiled at him. He assumed you didn’t want to continue your time together but you wanted the exact opposite.

“It won’t be doomed,”

“Under what authority?” You asked, mischievously.

“Mine,” He slowly blinked as he sat back in his seat. For the first time you noticed how much more relaxed he had become.  You never expected him to just have a conversation with a woman he met at a tavern. You imagined he would have wanted to get drunk and fuck like all the other men expect out of the women in Birmingham. You hoped you were wrong about him.

“How about this…The only way to avoid inevitably failing is to do things we enjoy,” He asked, playing along with your false romantic scenario.

“What do you enjoy, Thomas?” You asked as you stood up. Your hips swayed a bit as you took the slow steps to him. He extended his hand out to have you sit beside him, his rough hand playing and gently running over your thin fingers, twirling the rings you wore. He hands you the cigarette as you cross your legs and move closer to him, getting comfortable with his warmth.

“Is this a way for you to get to know me?” He asked cheekily. You chuckle and nod.

“It’s a good idea if you ask me,”

“Okay…You go first,” You scoffed at his words before looking away from him, thinking for an answer.

“Kissing under the stars…no interruptions,” You suggested, testing the waters. He nods along. You look at the smoke from the cigarette and your eyes light up as you quickly turn to him.

“Since you are teaching me how to ride horses I am going to teach you how to bake something from my family's recipe book,” You smiled. His eyes widened a bit as he tried to hide his grin. Liking the idea better as he pursed his lips momentarily before speaking again.

“That reminds me, next is horse riding lessons from me personally,”

“Number four, you take me to one of your races,” He nodded.

“Seems a bit obvious don’t you think?” He asked, setting the end of his burnt out cigarette in the glass ashtray. You take a moment to gather your next words carefully without telling him too much.

“My father always used to promise me that he would talk me to the races when I was younger, but I um…grew up rather fast so I never got to go,” Your smile faltered at the memory, regret filling in your chest as the alcohol made the memory much more emotional than you wanted. You remembered your father before you left for London and how he would always try to call. You slightly shook the memory away, noticing Thomas staring at you. The slightest sense of somber in his expression, but of course he kept his expressions hidden behind those tired, icy, blue eyes.

“Anyways, five would probably be around the time we have our first fight,” You said, laughing to yourself. “Followed by holding each other and forgiving each other,”

“Seven, fuck and make up,” He smirked, looking away from you and bringing the whiskey to his lips.

“I guess eight could be…Get married and have a child,” You shrug, suddenly taking back your words when you saw the look on his face.

“A child?” He asked, furrowing his brow. You quickly hum and decide to drink the rest of your whiskey to ease the embarrassment heat rising to your already pink cheeks. Your drunken word vomit made you remember once again why you hate drinking.

“What if I uh…don’t want a child?” His demeanor changed slightly. He wasn’t distancing himself from you, but he was intrigued by this conversation.

“Ah that would be a bit of a deal breaker for me,” The make believe life you both made up began to feel a little too real. Not only to you but to him as well. Of course who was to say if this really going to happen, but it was a topic you wished you hadn’t brought up. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you didn’t know how to react.

“That so? Well, I guess number nine would be to apologize,” He looked at you again.

“And finally number ten, time to say goodbye,” You ever so slightly shifted away from him as a scoff left your lips.

“So that’s it? Just a goodbye…No conversation about it?” He asked, gently grabbing your face with his rough hands to make you look at him again. Sharing a longing and wanting look, gravity naturally pulling your lips closer and closer.

“I should go, Thomas,” You whispered, closing your eyes as you desperately wanted to move in closer. His nose is touching yours.

“Please don’t, Sweetheart,” The way he whispered your nickname in that deep, rough voice gave you chills.

“What if I have strong feelings about children?” You tried not to sound so defensive but the slight tone seeped from your words and slight glare.

“You have strong feelings about having children with me?” He asked, feigning his bewildered expression, slightly creating some distance between you. This caused you to cough as your words got caught in your throat.

“I- n-no I didn’t mean-” He was quick to cut you off upon noticing your anxious behavior and speechlessness.

“Sweetheart, I am flattered, honestly I would love to put a baby in you but I’d like to think about it first,” Thomas lowly laughed, causing you to sigh and chuckle knowing now he was only joking.

“Besides, I’m not ready to say goodbye yet,” His voice was calm again.

“But look at all the fun we had…It all just fell apart,”

“I thought the whole point of this was to keep it from failing?” He asked, the back of his hand grazing your cheek.

“I said it was inevitable,” You shook your head. He stares into your eyes. It was like the world around you was melting and all he saw was you and all you saw was him. Thomas sets his glass down and places the ashtray on the side table.

“What if it doesn’t have to be?”

His words came clearly to you. Your drunken mind was screaming at you to make a move, it was now or never. But you had to plan this casually. You couldn’t force it. Women never made the first move. 

“After all of that you should at least tell me your name now,” He places his hands on his knees. You roll your eyes playfully.

“(Y/n), my name is (y/n),” You told him finally. He stood up, holding his hand out to you. Your cold hand grasps onto his large warm hand as he helps you stand.

“Let's go for a walk,(Y/n),” He told you, grabbing your coat and helping you slip it over your shoulders. Your name sounded so good coming from his lips. 

“Where?” You asked suspiciously, hoping he wasn’t going to murder you in an alley.

“Anywhere…I heard the stars are beautiful at this time of night,” He cheekily smiled as he held his arm out for you to grab. You giggled as you linked your arm around his.

Even this late at night the pub was still in full swing and showed no signs of toning down. He instructed you to wait for him outside as he alerted his brothers that he was leaving early and to behave themselves. Thankfully they didn’t get the chance to get a look at you, you’d rather remain anonymous for now.

As you walked down the streets of Birmingham, it was cold as usual but walking by Thomas’ side made your chest and cheeks red with heat, and the alcohol of course. After a few minutes of walking, he stopped you, glancing up at the open night sky. It was a rare occasion that the stars were glowing fully on display. Not covered by any clouds, smoke, or fog. It was perfect. It was fate that you were where you were meant to be. In the arms of the notorious gangster, Thomas Shelby.

Hesitant at first, the two of you leaned towards each other, pressing your lips together gently. You could feel the cold breeze from the fall air nipping at your skin through your closed eyes, but Thomas’ hold on you was bathing you in warmth as he wrapped his arm around the small of your back, his eyelashes brushing against your cheek. Your heart leapt and you worried he could feel it against him as he pressed your body to his.

For a moment, it felt like everything in the world around you two had disappeared and it was just you, Thomas, and the stars.

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✎"Romance in the bedroom"Afab!reader x Genshin men

-‘๑’-Note; This is meant to be inclusive for all readers including black readers so things like "Easy to bruise skin." and "You feel your face turn red (As a black person my face does feel hot but I don't get red). Along with easy to go through hair won't be added, if you need those details in fanfic's then this blog is not for you<3. This can be the same for Chubby readers<3

✎Author's note; I'm not doing this in any order these are just what came to mind, if you have any character you want me to cover (Max of 5 at a time), I gotcha. Also this is afab reader but the readers gender isn't specified. If you wish to translate my works please dm me (MDNI BANNER CREDIT CLICK HERE)

Tighnari; slow sex

Tighnari's name was always at the tip of your tongue, he wasn't even going that fast maybe that's what made it so pleasing. The subtle sound of skin snapping when he finally buried himself inside of you, keeping up that lovely pace as he let out groans that poured into the air. With your legs wrapped around him the reflex to just squeeze whenever he slid all of him into you, the long thrusts allowed him to reach your deepest parts. Brushing along that sweet spot then hitting it exactly when he wanted to get that cute little sound to escape from you. The best part was when you were near your climax and he kept the same speed, even if he could reach his by speeding up it took an ungodly amount of control to keep the same speed. His groans trickled into something more needy and strained as he neared the end.

Besides why would he rush? The build up made the release way more enjoyable.

Childe/ Tartaglia; praise

The ruthless pounding hadn't let up at all, at this point it was blending time, your nails dug into the soft satin fabric of fitter sheets on your shared bed. The only thing that was keeping you from tapping out at the moment was Tartaglia above you leaning against you letting out sweet whispers.

"Look at you, taking me so well."

His voice was oodly sweet despite the harsh pace he was going, at this point your throat felt strained from the moans that had passed through it. You had to admit the way he would lean down to groan out your name brought butterflies to your stomach. His lips making dotted marks along your neck as he finished licking them off, ahead of pulling away his eyes meeting yours.

"You can take another round or so right?"

Thoma; Aftercare

You let out a slight sigh of relief as your shoulders felt more relaxed, thoma's fingers digging into your shoulders in a circular motion. It was as if you could feel your muscles relaxing as you leaned back on him a smile planted on your face. Till he'd reposition the both of you to massage your thighs, leaving gentle kisses along the insides of your upper thighs. They were soft by themselves trailing along your skin paired with the subtle grabbing and rubbing motions of his hands along you flesh was unbelievable. After a night of indulging in each other for some time it was rare he would just leave you there, especially without your climax. Somedays it was a hot bath for you or he would surprise you by pulling out a few snacks for you to nibble on, even cuddling was always on the table.

The tender nature of his touch made you always seem to yearn for more

Itto; Eye contact

You looked up at Itto as he's caress your cheeks wiping tears off them, as you held onto his thighs squeezing them as he thrusted into your mouth. The subtle groans and shaky breaths that emitted from him were one thing but the way he looked down at you was a whole other thing. His crimson iris's looking into your glassy tearful ones as his hand reached to the top of your head, his thrusts continued on yearning for some type of friction. All the while he made sure to lock eyes with you, only slightly wincing when you moved your tongue along him or when you gripped his thighs. When he did reach his high pouring his release down your throat, pulling you off ahead of opening your mouth to make sure you swallowed every drop.

The combination of lust and love never leaving his glare as he licked his lips.

Pantalone; Clothing play.

Your senses felt like they were being overloaded as his hands trailed along your figure, and moving his fingers in a rhythmic like motion as if he were typing or tapping on his desk. When he heard the slight gasps from you as he moved future both of his eyebrows raised in curiosity. A cheeky grin soon replacing the look as fast as it came as he continued wondering when you would finally give in, pinching along the lace ahead of letting it hit along your skin again. You of course were never short when it came with Pantalone whenever it came to money, so the lace blue lingerie set you had picked up based on his responses to the other ones you'd wear was getting positive results. It perfectly hugged you in all right ways to accent out your body type, tight in some places along with loose in others.

Though the most intriguing was the dress like structure for easy access.

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-‘๑’-Note; To be contuined….,If you have any characters you want me to cover in my next post(Or any request/ prompt for that matter) please lmk via question bar (Renamed Q&R), Comments or my Inbox

[harveyb-wabbit92]

[Belial has his projected form looming over a jittery R/n.]

Belial, To R/n menacingly: They'll never find your body...

R/n: *gasps*

Belial, suddenly holding out a glowing space flower: …more beautiful than I do, you lovely thing!

R/n, reluctantly takes the flower: …

R/n: This is possibly the scariest way anyone’s ever hit on me before...

[lxve-and-lxght]

funny honey

pairing: thomas shelby/ reader

warnings: afab! reader, jazz, booze, murder, all that fun stuff. eventual smut perhaps?? slow burn?? mean! tommy.

a/n: hyperfixating on chicago and peaky blinders at the same time. also this is not proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes.

pt. 1

the long night that followed your arrest at the garrison, could ONLY be described as tedious. inspector campbell was nothing but a ruffian with a badge. no better than tommy, but unlike tommy, inspector campbell really did have no fucking manners. you were a heathen whore in his eyes despite the fact you were a married, working, woman. wasn't that enough? of course it wasn't.

you'd spent the night being interrogated by campbell.

"i've already told you, i don't know," you said to the inspector and sergeant moss, a man who'd been on the peaky blinders payroll for quite some time now if you were remembering his face correctly. "i must've blacked out, i don't remember a thing."

"so you don't remember taking a bloody gun into the garrison tonight?" sergeant moss asked, an eyebrow quirked at you.

"i have no idea what you're talking about..." you were stonewalling them. what did it matter if your sister and bastard husband were dead? it's not like they had money or power, just a poor couple of suckers who'd gotten the kinder end of the deal in your opinion, truthfully you would have much rather been dead than stuck here listening to these fucks debate your innocence and whether or not you were as good in a bed as you were on stage.

after enough time had passed and campbell could say he at least tried to pull a confession out of you it was the wee hours of the morning and you were taken back to a cold, grey holding cell till the bus could take you to a women's jail, apparently only god knew how long that was going to take. so you lied on the hard, uneven, concrete and waited.

did you really have to shoot them? yes. when you found them together in the hotel bed that the money you earned paid for, you saw white. your sister was a dummy for thinking charlie was smart enough to avoid getting caught and charlie was just the same for assuming that of her.

all that time busting your ass, working as many shows as you could, travelling all throughout europe with them. how many times had they done it? how many times had he kissed you after he'd had your own fucking sister in his mouth? stupid son of bitch, you thought. how you ended up with such scum you'd never know.

"l/n! time to go." you sat up from the ground and saw sergeant moss standing with john shelby through the bars. your brow furrowed. moss opened the cell door and gestured you up.

"ya'd better move if you wanna make it to the garrison before tommy leaves." john said. you stood up and walked to him, he had a coat to cover up your show dress. "christ, you're freezing." your dress was covered in whatever dirty muck had been on the floor and your stockings were torn from the brawl that transpired at your arrest. " go on." john nodded.

you walked a couple feet away, peaking over your shoulder to watch moss and john share a sly handshake. john withdrew first and approached you, putting his arm over your shoulder. the two of you didn't speak till you were out of the jailhouse and settled into the motorcar.

"be honest, john, i'm fucked aren't i?" you said quietly, eyes darting to his.

"agh hell, don't ask me, y/n. i'm just the driver." he chuckled, blowing smoke out the window. "but we both know tommy prefers you to that bastard inspector. you make us money."

"great," you sighed, arms crossed in disdain. "now i owe the shelby's a debt."

"that you do, love." john laughed.

when the car finally stopped in front of the garrison john didn't waste anytime pushing you out to the curb.

"he's still in there." john called out as he pulled the car away. you bit down on your tongue in frustration and then stepped inside the pub. it was still so early, it must've only been harry and tommy in there.

you didn't even have to ask after him, the second you were passed the threshold, the private room's door opened and thomas stood waiting for you. he didn't say anything. just nodded his head, telling you to step inside.

"mr. shelby--"

"stop." tommy spoke finally, putting a hand up to silence you. "what'ddya say to him?"

"... nothing." you said, "i blacked out, i don't know what happened." thomas choked on his cigarette when he chuckled.

"and that's what you've told him? that you don't remember?" you nodded. a little blown away that he was laughing in your face about the situation.

"mr. shelby, i can't go back to him," you said firmly, talking about campbell, "he'll string me up or he'll make me a whore. i refuse to do either, so cut him up or cut me."

"ya want me to cut you?" he asked, taking a seat at the table.

"it's not about what i want, it's about what i don't want, and i don't want that pathetic excuse for an officer to have any say in my future."

"well sweetheart, you've managed to create a cluster fuck of problems for me in a matter of a night, i've already lost one of my showgirls because you seem to have a fuckin' temper and now i have to find someone to pin her and your husband's murders on."

"why?" you scoffed. "what good would that do you? or me for that matter? they already think i did it."

"that's cause you did do it." thomas said snidely, taking a sip of whiskey. "and i can't afford to have harry looking for new acts while i'm trying to conquer london. he needs to mind the pub and you need to mind the crowds of men that come here to gawk 'atcha."

you bit down on your tongue again.

"do we have an understanding?" he asked. you sat with it for second, thomas was offering to get you off the hook for damn near free, it was too good to be true.

"i'm not working for free." you countered.

"course you're not, you're working to dig yourself and me out of the hole you've put us in."

"three shows a week." you said. yeah beggars couldn't be choosers, but that didn't mean you had to starve and sleep on the streets especially because if there was one person who could get you the fuck out of this mess, it was thomas shelby. his eyes narrowed at your half-assed attempt to negotiate, like he was at least pretending to think it over.

"five shows a week, you get three hundred and i keep your bonny ass out of the jailhouse." he said finally. you sighed and sat down to shake his hand. tommy put his cigarette out and shook your hand. "you better get ready." he said. you nodded going to leave till he spoke again. "and i'd take a bath, love, you've got a show tonight and not even the soldiers will want to touch you smelling like that."

you scoffed. what a fucker.

[wri0thesley]

It’s me again… I’m annoying you again with my half awake thoughts. Ugh thinking about oral 🫠 From Thoma insisting that you let him pleasure you please and how he falls apart having your attention (and mouth) focused on him. Or Childe (I’m sorry) just being far too rough and hard because he’s sooo excited and you feel so good. AND UGH he absolutely prefers it in risky situations it makes it so much. BRB creating a detailed list of where they best like their cum on you (I’m gross)

And. AND please this is haunting me. Eating Yae Miko out at her shrine??? How teasing her voice is and how she knows you can do better than that. Or Lisa on her desk, legs wrapped around you to keep you in place... Meowwww

jade you are never annoying me with ur thoughts ever. thank u for always giving my genshin brain rot something to bounce off of. i cannot Not Think about them

cw: not sfw, minors dni. oral sex, fellatio. reader is afab; one gendered term ("princess") is used in childe's blurb. squirting. kind of exhibition-ismy in miko's. bondage in ayato's. mentions of non-human features (knots, inhuman tongue) in gorou's. ft: thoma, childe, yae miko, lisa, diluc, ayato, gorou

Thoma, who loves being able to use his mouth on you. He's torturously slow; clearly enjoying himself, making pleased, satisfied noises in between the slow laps and licks of his tongue, grinding himself against whatever he's closest to in order to provide friction to his own untouched cock. He lives to serve; that includes on his knees, and nothing pleases him more than your hand tangled in his hair and your hips canting up to his mouth and your over-stimulated voice pitching and keening as he leads you up and over more orgasms than you ever even realised your body was capable of. Thoma, who, when the tables are turned . . . smiles at you and says you don't have to. Who flushes so prettily when you brush your cheek against the slick head of his cock, who can hardly contain his own moans when your tongue drags across the slit of the head. Who blushes and gasps and whimpers and is pushed over the edge so, so easily when he looks down at you and sees how adoring your gaze is when your eyes meet his.

Childe, who may not have the most experience in this matter but certainly makes up for that in enthusiasm. Who drags his tongue over you with little finesse but ardent fervour; who notices when you jerk underneath him and likes to go back to that point. If you're not whining and to the point of tears, why even bother? Childe considers all things a competition; a fight for victory. And he intends to be victorious over your orgasm, too - if you do not come in his mouth, what good has he really been here? If you squirt, be prepared - once Childe knows, he certainly won't be satisfied using his mouth on you ever again unless he makes you do it over and over. Childe, too, who gets . . . a little too invested in you, when it's your mouth sealed around his cock. Who perhaps pushes his hips too roughly; bumps the head of his cock against your throat and loves to see you gag on it, the cute noise that escapes, the widening of your eyes. Who croons; "Oh, princess - too big for you?"

(He does like risky situations, of course; loves pulling you into a disused alley between crates in Liyue Harbor and pushing your shoulders. Adores bidding you crawl beneath his desk in the Northland Bank. Lets his hand brush your thigh under a table in a restaurant, and perhaps slips it between them, bemoaning that the waiter is coming back any moment now so he can't simply bury his head between your legs. Adores a public celebration after one of his debt collecting missions has gone smoothly; under a tree, a patch of grass just a little too close to where he last spoke to a group of treasure hoarders for you to not be on edge--)

Yae Miko, who plays with your hair whilst you're buried between her thighs. Who laughs softly when you profess anxiety that you are profaning the holy shrine, and simply quirks an eyebrow as she says; "Oh, but you're servicing your Guuji, are you not, little one? I can think of nothing more fitting for a place of worship than your pretty mouth between my legs." Who insists you don't wear underwear beneath your clothes when she takes you with her to the publishing house, and allows herself the slow luxury of using her mouth on you when she ought to be in a meeting with a group of editors waiting outside her office, who are instead currently being treated to you muffling your whimpers with your hand and Miko wetly kissing bare skin as she insists; "Now, now, little one. Let them hear you." If you're very lucky, you may even get to pet her ears whilst she's making you see stars. She occasionally makes soft remarks about how much the Raiden Shogun would like you, she's sure . . . the Shogun has always had a taste for sweet things, and Miko can think of nothing sweeter than you--

Lisa, whose eyes are kind when you're locked between her long, stockinged legs - who praises you with every breath in a tone that suggests she's patronising you, just a little. Who makes soft, pleased little noises in between your licks - who adores having you look up at her for her approval. And in turn, when she comes on your face and pushes you away . . . she wipes a thumb over your wet mouth and 'tsks' at you. "So messy," she chides. "And in the library, too." When the tables have turned, and she's in between your legs, the power dynamic does not change. It's clear she knows what she's doing; as knowledgeable as this as she is in all things. The noises that come from her are downright obscene; it's really a lucky thing it's after hours and Jean is locked in her own office, because Lisa does not feel the need to muffle how much she's enjoying the taste of you on her lips. Of course, she's still a librarian above all else, and rules that apply to you do not reply to her - when your whimper of her name breaks the air as she comes, she pauses to look up at you with a wicked smile on her lips. "The library," she tells you, in utter sincerity, "is no place for noisiness. . . must we swap places again, so I can find a way to quieten you down?"

Diluc, whose mouth and breath are hot against you - who keeps looking up at you to check that he's doing it right, he's not being too rough. Who needs you to tug on his hair sometimes to ground him, or he loses himself completely - who gets carried away in his desperate need to be needed by you and needs the pillow of your thighs either side of his ears tightening as a reminder to slow down. Diluc, too, who goes all-over flushed red to see your own pretty face between his legs, on your knees - who tries to bite back his whimpers and groans and maintain face but can't quite manage it. Diluc, who loses control once more just as he's about to come and his hips begin to jack-hammer into your mouth, cock twitching wildly, whimpering out breathless apologies about how he needs this even as he's surging thick spurts of his come down your throat. Who tenderly wipes your mouth when he's done of where his release has pooled at the corners and whispers to you how grateful he is.

Ayato, who loves nothing more than seeing you squirm . . . and you do squirm so beautifully when he takes his time over you. When he ties your wrists to the bedposts with silken ribbons and presses your ankles apart. He so rarely gets to spend leisure time how he wants it . . . so when he does have it, what better way to spend it than with his tongue dragging across your slick folds, teasing you to the edge but never quite letting you topple? Unfortunately, there's no telling when the Yashiro Commissioner might be called away to attend to urgent business, and even if he's currently buried with his mouth in your cunt, he cannot leave anyone waiting for too long - but you'll be a sweet obedient darling for him, won't you? Simply lay there until he returns? Oh, he forgot to untie you? You're so wet and turned on and needy you can barely breathe, and he's wiping his mouth and calling to Thoma he'll be right out? Well . . . no matter. You'll live.

Gorou, who eats you out like an eager puppydog; whose tongue is longer and flatter than an ordinary human's, whose tastebuds are more sensitive . . . and who laps and drools and licks at you like you're the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. Who doesn't register that his tail is thumping in time with his heartbeat and his ears are flickering wildly - who doesn't realise that he's whimpering and whining as he does it. Gorou, who is utterly lost in the ecstacy of what you taste like and has to be physically pushed away when you get so sensitive you can barely breathe, and whines about that too. When you use your mouth on him . . . oh, he can barely control himself. He's rutting into you with his hips stuttering wildly, his mouth dropping open to show sharp teeth and a lolling tongue, his eyes heavy-lidded and dreamy. Oral isn't always enough for him; he feels his knot start swelling, and there's nothing he would like more than to end the night with his entire length stuffed as deep into you as he can go.

[beechbloom]

Whining of Red

Character: Thoma

Word Count: 0,3k

You are on your period, and Thoma is more than willing to help you feel as comfortable as he can during it.

Afab reader, the term m'lady is used

“My love,” you cry, reaching for him from the other side of the room. “Why did you leave me?”

Thoma’s eyebrows knit, lips quirking into a smile. “I really wasn’t gone that long, you know?” Water drips from his form, every inch of him soaked from the downpour he had just endured. “Besides, you asked me to get you chocolate,” he says before digging into one of his pockets and pulling out the familiar wrappings of a delicious treat. “And your wish is my command, m’lady.”

You almost feel bad for having asked him with the weather being as it was, but as soon as you had hinted at it, he had practically insisted. He said that while he couldn’t ever really experience what you were going through, he understood it could be an unpleasant time for you. A strong wish to help you with whatever you might need is present in him because he wants to see you comfortable and happy. So, you let yourself voice your wants, reasoning that he will tell you if it gets to be too much.

A pout becomes present on your lips as you start to whine more. “I changed my mind. Don’t need it. Need you to hug me now.”

Laughter bubbles from his lips, and it makes something in you flutter. “Okay, okay. Just let me dry off first.”

Thoma changes into a new set of clothes and joins you on the couch, whereby you instantly crawl into his arms. You sigh into his warmth, the comfort of his presence distracting you from your cramps.

You feel him start to pet your hair and look up to be met with his soft eyes looking down at you, making your breath catch. There is so much love in them you start tearing up. “I love youu,” you sob, cuddling your face into his neck.

A soft laugh full of affection leaves him, and you feel his head move to rest his cheek on top of your head.

“I love you too.”