#been really cool and helped me relax in so many ways and they ask great questions

[braxlrose]

I miss ur writings sm :(

I am so sorry that I've been gone for so long, I haven't posted any fan fiction in so many months and honestly I lost motivation 😭 so many ppl who were in this fandom and I created a community with, were slowly getting over this "phase" and it definitely affected me. But I'm going to try and get back into writing. I hope this will do good for now! Ive had a lot of ppl recently ask for 2005 bill hcs, and I've done that before so if this is repetitive for something else I've written, sorry!

content warnings: none

a/n: I'll be updating my tag list since it hasn't been updated since like August of last year and I don't want to be tagging people who don't care or want to see these posts anymore. So if you wanna be tagged, let me know!

2005!bill kaulitz x f!reader

sfw:

- I'm an alternative person so whenever I write for bill, I always imagine him with an alternative girl 😞 even though from what I've seen he's never really been w/ an alternative one, BUT LETS PRETEND OKAY 🙏🙏

• he absolutely loves doing hair together, I think he enjoys helping you do your hair in the morning and your make up. And he's even more greatful if you do his makeup. Then he can just relax while you help him.

• pookie has crunchy ass hair at the end of the day when he has to wash it out, don't make fun of him 😞

• getting piercings together is something he LOVES doing with you. Mainly early piercings because he only has a tongue and eyebrow piercing on his face.

• if you made music too, he would always go to your concerts and basically scream the entire time. Hopefully, you'd do the same for him.

• if you have longer nails, head scratches are always a must and he will lay in your lap for literal hours while you pamper him.

- I personally think he would love to learn words in your language if you keep something different than German. And despite what anybody thinks, he finds it hilarious to learn the dirty words.

• if you cook him something from your culture, he will literally die. He basically thinks everything about you is so cool, and learning about a culture different from his is so exciting

• but if you two really want to date, you'll have to both try to learn English or each other language because there is going to be a hard language barrier between you two.

- I think one of the reasons he would've fallen in love with you is because you were upfront with him. He's not the type of guy to just go up and kiss someone so if you confess first, that would make things so much easier.

- obviously, you'd have to get along with Tom, Georg and Gustav. So if you don't, there's no way he'll go out with you, especially if you can't get along or hate Tom.

-Dates together consist of stuff you guys bought somewhere, or if you guys went to a fastfood restaurant.

• He doesn't have a lot of money yet so dates wouldn't exactly be high class, hopefully you don't mind 😉

-Since this is around the time Tokio Hotel is getting increasingly famous, there are fangirls around trying to flirt and ask out bill all the time and he has to shoo them off. He reminds you every night about how much he loves you and that those fan girls shouldn't bother you.

-he likes to spoon you a lot, and you two switch back n forth between him being the big spoon and the small spoon.

• I think he also really likes it when you lay on top of him, with your face in his neck and your legs wrapped around him. (This also works sitting upwards).

• cuddling with him is so nice too because he actually smells really good 😱

- I think he still gets very insecure sometimes because of the haters and people who harass the band because they don't like them and you reassure him a lot.

a/n pt 2: sorry this wasn't too long! I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing so if this is terrible I'm sorry 😞

taglist: none right now

[teaberrii]

Relief

You get much more than you bargained for when you visit the newest doctor in town.

Baizhu/You

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3

This idea came to me so suddenly and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. So... HERE IT IS.

You are never a fan of visiting the doctor.

But after telling your friend about how bad your insomnia is getting, she “strongly recommends” you see the newest and, apparently, hottest doctor in town. You’ve heard about him. Tall. Mysterious. Handsome. Skilled. You raise an eyebrow at how she described him. He sounds like a male lead who walked out of a romance or erotic novel... and you cannot deny your curiosity. So, even though you always dread visiting the doctor’s office because of past experiences, you ultimately decide to try and see if this doctor is really as good and hot as everyone says.

As soon as you walk inside the clinic for your appointment, something about it already makes you feel at ease. Perhaps it’s the cool, calm colours of the wall. Or the soft hum of the music. Whatever it is, you’re not regretting it… so far.

“Hello.” A woman around your height walks up to you. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Yes.” Then, you give her your name.

She smiles. “Right this way.”

You follow the woman to a room at the back. She opens the door, and you see a man sitting at a desk. When he spins around, you meet a pair of snake-like eyes. He has a relaxed demeanour, something not too different from what you're expecting. Yet, despite his kind smile that unexpectedly makes your heart race, something about him feels off, and you don’t know why.

“Hello,” he says. Great. Even his voice is dripping like honey. He gestures for you to sit on the patient's bed. “Take a seat.”

As you do, the woman closes the door, and your hands start fiddling with each other. “Are you nervous?” he asks, eyes on your hands.

“Oh, um”—you stop fidgeting—“it’s a habit,” you say quietly.

“Don’t be nervous,” he chuckles. Then, he looks you in the eyes. “I won’t bite.”

His eyes are so entrancing that you forget to speak.

“So, what seems to be the problem today?”

His voice snaps you back, and you say, “I’m having trouble sleeping at night.”

“Is it stress, perhaps?”

“Well…” Your eyes land on a corner of the room.

“There are many reasons for insomnia, my dear.”

That’s a nickname you never imagined he would say.

“Stress… a poor environment… depression… have you talked to anyone else before me?”

You slowly look back and see him staring at you with that gentle smile. “No,” you say quietly. “But I’ve been looking things up online and trying different remedies, but nothing seems to work.”

“I see… What have you tried?”

So, you tell him about making tea, switching sleeping environments, changing your sleep schedule, and drinking less. But nothing has worked.

“Would you mind telling me when and how long your insomnia has been happening?”

You aren't surprised he asked this, but you wish he didn't. Well, at least you came prepared to answer the question.

"Um, well… I've been stressed lately. Both in my personal and professional life. And, I think it started when"—your face turns slightly red—"when I can't find pleasure in sex anymore." You're relieved when his expression doesn't change. Rather, he looks even more focused than before. "That has always relieved my stress and helped me sleep. But now it's just… frustrating."

“Did you have a partner?”

“My ex-boyfriend,” you say quietly.

“...I’d like to try something if you don’t mind.” You look at him curiously. “It’s a type of sensual massage.”

Did he just say… sensual massage? This is not what you signed up for. Rather, you’re expecting a doctor’s note for some medicine you probably never heard of.

“You… aren’t going to give me some weird medicine?”

He chuckles softly. “I could if that’s what you want. But my medicine tends to be quite bitter. Bitter than most. And”—he steps toward you and slightly leans forward—“I’d rather try something sweet on you.”

His low voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine. Good Lord. It’s only been fifteen minutes, and you’ve told this man more than you told your friend in weeks. You swallow thickly, your curiosity once again getting the best of you.

Then, before you can stop yourself, you say, “...Okay.”

"Of course, you're free to stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable," he reassures.

He grabs another pillow and gestures for you to lie on the bed. Once your head hits the pillow, you have one underneath your back. He puts one hand beside your head, and with that gentle, charming smile, he says, “Bend your knees, my dear.” You do so. Then, in a low whisper, “Now… open your legs for me.”

You can hear your heart hammering in your chest. Is it fear? Excitement? You can’t tell anymore. Your emotions are spinning round and round as he dims the lights. You hear his quiet footsteps approach you and feel the gentle touch of his hand brush your hair out of your face.

He moves behind you, and you close your eyes and hear him softly say, “Breathe in…” You do. “And out…” You do. "Now... close your eyes"—he once again watches you do as you're told—"and just feel."

His hands start warming up your shoulders and up to your neck. Your body is already relaxing despite the absurdity of the situation. It doesn't take long for him to move down, and you hear his footsteps beside you. You open your eyes and see he's looking at you, but his eyes are surprisingly… dark compared to the gold rim of his glasses. When his hand finds a clothed breast, you arch into his touch, getting lost in the way his fingers dance, knead, and pressure your bosom. The soft, breathy moan you let escape from those soft lips is everything he needs to hear.

You feel his other hand slide underneath your shirt. Slowly, he moves his hand up, the cool touch of his fingers sending a tingling shockwave throughout your hot body. He brings your shirt along until your bra is fully exposed in front of him. Your face grows warm, but the dark look in his eyes doesn’t change.

Instead, he leans over and asks, "May I, my dear?" As soon as you nod, he unclasps your bra from the front and puts it aside. Then, in a low voice, “You look absolutely beautiful.”

Your blush worsens when he cups your breasts in his hands and slowly moves his thumbs in opposite directions… until one of his hands gently squeezes a nipple while the other continues its gentle caress.

“Ah…” you sigh.

As he uses the pad of his thumb to circle a hardened nipple, he leans forward.

“How do you usually like it, my dear?” he asks lowly. “Soft? Or…” One hand suddenly gets needy… rough… as he squeezes…

“O-oh!”

…and fondles…

“Nngh…A-ah…!”

…like no one has before.

You feel something wet and see his tongue has replaced one of his hands. He looks up at you, his gaze almost daring you to tell him to stop. But that lustful look in your eyes is everything he needs to know. Your body arches as his tongue work wonders on your bosom.

Then, your eyes widen when you feel his hand massaging your inner thigh. A squeeze... and another... until he uses the heel of his hand to gently apply light, smooth strokes toward your pelvis. He stands upright and smiles at you as if admiring your flushed face.

As soon as you feel the pad of his thumb encircling your clothed sex, you gasp. He leans closer and closer until his face is inches from yours.

“I want you to do me a favour, my dear,” he says quietly. You allow him to take one of your hands and put it over a breast. “Touch yourself as I kiss you.”

It's then your lips are no longer yours. One kiss after another leaves you craving more… and more. You're glad you're lying down as you're sure your knees would give from the greedy, hungry kisses that show you're a woman to be desired, something your ex-boyfriend has never shown you before. As you fondle yourself while feeling the warm caress of his tongue, your other hand weaves its way into his hair, holding him in place. He gradually applies pressure on your sex, and you instinctively roll your hips into his touch.

More. You need more.

He stops kissing you as if reading your mind, and his lips curve into a slight smirk. You watch him move to stand in front of your open legs. He pulls off your bottoms, including your underwear. You hold your breath as he slowly massages your stomach and moves down until he's about to reach your sex.

You watch him oil his hands. Then, he starts with the outer lips, squeezing them gently with his thumb and index finger. You sigh in satisfaction when he moves to the inner lips and rubs them with his fingers.

As soon as he looks at you, you know he's taking it a step further.

“How do you want to be touched, my dear?” he asks. “Directly…?”

"Mmpth…" you sigh as he gently holds your clit. Then, he gives it a gentle tug, and you gasp.

“Or… indirectly?”

When you feel the tip of his finger circling your clit, your breathing turns heavy.

Clockwise.

“Ah…”

Counterclockwise.

You exhale deeply.

He goes harder.

“O-oh… yes…”

Slower.

“M-more,” you whimper.

He chuckles. “My… my dear. You’re so wet.” His dark gaze flashes toward you. “That’s a good sign.”

Slowly, he slides his middle finger inside and lightly pressures your walls at different points. As it gradually increases, you bite your bottom lip.

He smiles. “You’re too quiet. Should we fix that?”

He gently slides in his index finger and moves them in a come-hither motion at the top of your walls. Then, he applies more and more pressure until he moves his hand and arm up and down.

You've never been stimulated like this before. This feeling is as if your entire body is on fire. Then, feeling his lips on your inner thigh, you gasp and arch your body off the bed once more.

"Relax," he says softly, using his other hand to guide your body back down. "Just listen to my voice…." He flashes you a heated look as he continues working his fingers on your G-spot. "Do you know how hot you look right now, my dear? Face red… mouth open… eyes in a trance…" He slowly kisses further up your thigh. "It makes me want you… so. Fucking. Bad."

He suddenly applies so much pressure that you come on the spot. A long, loud moan leaves your lips as your sex releases the pent-up pleasure that almost feels foreign. Your body is still coming down from the high when he leans over and puts his hand over your heart.

“How do you feel now, my dear?”

You can’t find the words. You can only look at him as realization dawns upon you what had just happened. “I…”

He puts his finger on your lips. "Would you like me to show you how you made me feel?"

You allow his mouth to take you. Slow. Sensual. All those emotions you felt a moment ago come flooding back from this one kiss that feels so right that it proves every other kiss you had is wrong.

Then, he breaks away too fast, too soon. His gentle smile returns. “I hope you sleep better now, love.”

As he fully leans upright, you’re still lost in your emotions on how one visit to the doctor’s office has made you feel so wrong, so right all at once.

Tag list: @lxry-chxn @lordbugs @suoshiii @seirenspinel

[bigoltrashpile]

It's my good pal @skelsobug 's birthday today!!! Go show them some love!!!! I wrote this because I know how much they love Sans being a nasty gremlin man, so hopefully this fulfills that! Happy birthday!!!

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The front door shut heavily behind you.  Groaning, you slid down the door until you landed on the floor.  You were…exhausted.  Work was terrible, your coworkers had been extra bitchy today, your feet ached, and just to add insult to injury, you were sick.  Not having the energy to move, you just let your head thud against the door and shut your eyes.

“hey babe, how you-ooooh, not good.”  You let one eye flit open.  Your shoulders immediately relaxed, and you felt a small smile creep onto your face.  Even though you were feeling terrible, just the sight of Sans made everything feel a bit brighter.

Sans tilted his head.  His ever-present smile seemed quizzical.  “shitty day?” he asked.

“Yup.”

“damn, ’m’sorry.”  He sat next to you, his own back against the door.  One of his hands found yours.   He laced his fingers in between yours.  “will some cheesecake make ya feel better?”

Shit, you loved cheesecake.  Almost like it was listening, your stomach rumbled at the mention of food.  “.....Yeah.”

Sans hopped up, still holding your hand.  “cool, cool, ‘cause i worked my tail bone off makin’ it for ya,” he winked.

He started walking into the kitchen, and you had no choice but to come with him.  Well, that or you could make him drag you.  Or teleport you there.  Oh well, it’s not like it was far.

Sans opened the fridge, and triumphantly pulled out a pan of cheesecake with his free hand.  “Wow, you actually made it yourself,” you said, impressed.  You half expected him to have a store bought one.

“well, it’s your birthday, thought i’d actually put in some effort,” he winked.  He started cutting the cake, but he was clearly having trouble since he refused to let go of your hand.

“Oh my god, just let go!” you laughed.

“eh, too much work,” he winked.

“To let go of my hand??”

“yeah, i’d have to use like, three muscles, that’s way too many.”

“You don’t even have muscles!”  Despite your protests, you didn’t let go of his hand either.

As Sans tried to move a slice of cheesecake onto a plate, it slipped off the knife and fell to the counter.  “oops.”  Sans simply grabbed the slice with his bare hand and plopped it on a plate.  “that one’ll be mine.”

A soft laugh escaped your throat.  “That’s nasty, dude, it’s all fucked up now!”

“so?  still tastes just as good!”

“You’re still gross.”

Thankfully, your slice made it safely to the plate, mostly intact.  You grabbed your respective slices and as Sans pulled you closer towards him, he teleported the two of you to his room, right onto his bed.

“Jeez, warn me next time,” you muttered.  His “shortcuts” always made you dizzy.

“sorry,” Sans grinned.  “but hey, we’re here ain’t we?”

“Yeah, good point.”  The less walking the better, according to your sore feet.  You sighed happily as you relaxed into the mattress.  Sans had the best mattress, just the right amount of support, while still being squishy.

Now if only he would wash his sheets more often than once a year.

Sans settled right next to you, pressed right against your side.  “how’s the cheesecake?”  Somehow, his “slice” was already gone, and he had cheesecake smeared on his face.

Kicking off your shoes, you took a bite.  It was surprisingly good, a little too gooey, but the taste was great.  “Pretty good,” you admitted.  “I didn’t know you could bake.”

“got some help from tori,” he admitted.  “just wanted to do somethin’ special for ya.”

“Well, that’s really sweet of you,” you smiled.  “I would kiss you, but you’ve got stuff on your face.”

“oh, what, you don’t wanna kiss this handsome mug?” he grinned.  He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you could almost sense what was coming.  You tried to roll out of bed, but before you could-

Sans’s arms wrapped around you tight.  He pulled you, squirming and yelling, towards his face.  “Nononono you’re all gross!-”  Faster  than you thought was possible, Sans pressed his teeth against your cheek, less of a kiss and more just rubbing the cold cheesecake batter against you.  You yelped and pushed him away.  “Dude, that’s so cold!” you squeaked.

“no worries, i’ll get it off.”  His blue tongue lolled out of his mouth.

“Don’t you d-”

Sans used his blue magic to pull you closer.  You could only yell in exaggerated despair as Sans licked the cheesecake off your face.  His tongue was cold and slimy and felt very gross on your face.

“I hate you,” you groaned.

“nah, you love me~”

You pouted, but couldn’t deny it.  Even though he was a gremlin, you had to admit that you loved it.  His smug face pulled away, and settled back next to you.  Now freed from his blue magic, you used your uniform shirt to wipe the feeling of Sans’s tongue off your face.  You tossed the uniform shirt away, leaving only your undershirt.

As you did, you noticed Sans’s eyes watching you.  “damn, didn’t think ya wanted to jump my bones tonight,” he winked.

“Shut up, I’m just getting comfortable,” you grumbled.  You grabbed one of Sans’s shirts from off the ground.  It was a t-shirt with a cartoon hamburger on it.  You pulled it on, and couldn’t stop yourself from breathing in the scent of pine and ketchup, the scent of Sans.  A weird combination, but one that you loved anyway.

As you turned back to Sans, he coughed and tried to hide his blush.  “Oooooh, does seeing me in your clothes do something for you?” you teased.

“oh shut up,” Sans mumbled.  He turned away, fumbling with something before turning back.  He was holding a bag from the grocery store.  “a-anyway, i got all your favorites, figured we could watch some dumb reality tv or somethin.”

You took the bag.  Sure enough, all your favorite snacks and drinks were inside.  “Wow, thanks!  But, won’t Papyrus get mad at us for being so lazy?  Or not having a ‘real party’ or something?”

“nah, he’s out on a date tonight.  we got the house all to ourselves,” he grinned.  “we can be as sedentary as we want.”

You had to admit, that sounded amazing.  You grabbed a drink from the bag, and handed Sans the bottle of ketchup he had gotten for himself.  “Let’s watch Kitchen Nightmares, I want to watch Gordon Ramsey yell at dumbasses for a while.”

“sounds awesome.”  Sans grabbed the remote and turned on the show, before he curled into your side.  You did the same, holding onto him like he was a teddy bear.  Sans didn’t seem to mind, only leaning his head against your chest as you pulled him partially onto you.

Sans pulled the blankets onto the both of you.  You let your eyes drift shut, before kissing Sans on the top of his head.  “Thanks for everything Sans, I really needed this,” you mumbled.

“i know, that’s why i did it,” Sans chuckled.  “just relax, ya deserve it.”

“I love you, Sans.”

“and i love ya too, starlight.”

[kidney9-9]

Two Ghosts - Tom Holland x Reader

IT IS FINALLY OUT! Yay, I'm so excited to post this request. I hope you all enjoy it and thank you very much for being patient and for reading this! BIG THANK YOU to my best friend who requested this. I love you very much, and I hope you like it. Thank you for all the advice and thank you for helping me as well @evermoreparker

My requests are open and again thank you to my bestie, I love you!!

Tom Holland x fem!Reader [Established Relationship/Angst/Fluff/Smut] Warnings: Swearing, lots of drinking, smut, use of nicknames, cum eating, cockwarming, oral sex, and no protection Word Count: 26k

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The last few days have been horrible for you.

Things weren’t always great, but you usually could deal with it after relaxing for a few hours at home. But today was even worse, especially with everything building up.

Your boss made a few icky remarks at you for irrelevant things, such as the way you walked to the elevator, and the way you typed, and even the way you breathed. It was all so irritating, but the worst thing he said was that you should be paid less because you barely did anything – but you do more work than he does every day. He ran part of the hiring agency you worked for, so you couldn’t really go to management or human resources to complain about him – he would just find a way to fire you within the next few weeks. You’ve only worked there for about two years now, and you missed your old job, but you couldn’t go back.

At home, things felt even worse. Every room was so messy, there were random clothes thrown everywhere, some stains on the furniture, and the floors were so dirty.

And the bathrooms… there were only two bathrooms in the home, and both were disgusting. You didn’t have time to clean up, but you at least picked up all your messes. It was mostly Tom and his friends hanging out and leaving the place a mess, but you sort of understood why he wasn’t cleaning up, since he didn’t have any time.

He was always looking for inspiration to write a new script, or always on the phone, chatting with his agent for potential future projects. If he wasn’t focused on work, he was with his friends, helping one of them plan a wedding, and helping another with starting a business.

You understood that mostly.

If your best friend were getting married and needed help, you would help with making decisions and planning everything. You don’t get why Tom was helping with starting a business, but you supposed he wanted to just kind of look into the whole venture of business. He’s always been interested in learning about businesses and wanted to know how to do those sorts of things.

The wedding planning for his friend always took place at home, leaving random old sample foods everywhere, even some bottles of wine, and so many different invite letters, which was why the home was so messy. You two were always exhausted, but you were a bit upset with him leaving the house like this. He could have at least asked his friends to clean up a bit. Last night, you found some pieces of fabric and different ties on the couch. You understood that too, wedding outfits were important too.

But the thing was that Tom was not obligated to help with any of these things that much!

He was acting like it was his wedding practically, and you scowled thinking about that, because it’s been so long (over three years now) since you two have been dating but he hasn’t proposed. You’ve asked about it approximately five times now, and the conversations about getting married always ended in, well great things like having a fun night, but still he never has hinted at proposing.

The business thing as well, he didn’t need to help so much, it seemed like he was in partnership with his friend, Tuwaine, for this business, which you knew so much about since all he talked about was that. How the business was so innovating with the idea of selling reusable items packaged with different types of seeds – which was cool, but you’ve heard enough about it. You would always want to talk about other things, but Tom didn’t care to.

You weren’t feeling good too these days. You were sure you had a cold or something, with migraines on and off again, it was so irritating. Everything was just going wrong, and you were feeling homesick, missing your friends in your home country.

And with Tom, you were so close to just giving up on him. You were close to giving up on a few things in your life, but the most important thing was him, and it hurt to think about. You gave up so much to be here with him, so it was hard to even consider.

These last few weeks, he barely talked to you, and when he did, it’s about everything except you two. If the conversation stirs up your relationship, he makes up some excuses and he just would leave. It hurts so much knowing he is avoiding talking to you, when you have given so much to him. You two bought a house together, for crying out loud.

When would the next step come? Are you two just falling apart?

And you’ve tried including him in so many different ways in your life too. You’ve added him in every group chat with your friends and family, you shared a calendar with him to make sure he saw everything and would try to do so many things with him, but he just wouldn’t do it.

You felt like you’ve given almost all your energy, outside of work, to him and you’ve tried the best and the hardest you’ve ever could talk to him, but he gave you nothing in return at this point.

Today was the day you would bring it up.

You needed to at this point, because you couldn’t be in a relationship that sucked out all your energy for much longer. You were tied up in so much with him too, it would be hard to let it go if you hadn’t talked about it first.

It was Saturday, the one day off work, except for that mandatory online meeting for you. You woke up early to get yourself ready. You lousily put on a semi-professional top, covering your legs with a blanket and you went into the guest bedroom with your laptop. Of course, you didn’t wake up with Tom on the other side of the bed and you didn’t like going into the main bedroom unless he was there. He wasn’t even at home; didn’t bother to tell you he would be out all night. He just messaged earlier yesterday that he would be wine testing again with his friends at a vineyard.

The meeting was shit; you might have muted your boss for the first fifteen minutes because his voice bugged you. But otherwise, it was a useless meeting that could have been pushed to Monday. Your mind was stuck on Tom though. You pushed your laptop away on the bed as you pulled your phone up to call him.

It rang a few times before he picked it up.

“Uh, hello. What time is it?” He answered, groaning as it sounded like he was sitting up. You put him on the speaker, crossing your arms as you felt a bit of a pain in your heart as you thought about what you needed to do.

“Tom? It’s ten in the morning… where are you? Are you okay?” Your voice showed how worried you were, and Tom let out a sigh in return.

“I’m with the guys, I’m fine, just, you woke me up. What is it?” He replied and you instantly scoffed quietly, looking at the phone irritated at him. He wasn’t even being nice to you now. He sounded like he was annoyed you woke him up, but you were worried and angry that he wasn’t here, at home. Instead, he was “with the guys” wherever that was. You were sure they just got drunk at the vineyard and went to one of their places to crash, but he didn’t tell you much.

“What is it? Seriously? Why aren’t you at home? I’m worried about you and what’s been going on, it feels like we aren’t even talking at all and,” He cut you off with a laugh.

“Good morning to you too mate.” You heard him say, speaking to his friend. You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t even listening.

You tried one more time, “Tom, are you there?” You heard the phone shuffle on the other side. Then, he said, “Yeah, it’s just her, don’t worry. We’re all here for you man.” You hung up with a big sigh, “just her”, you knew you shouldn’t get angry over that, but his tone was dismissive.

You don’t know how long you laid in the guestroom for. You slept for a long time and then woke up to look at some photos on your phone, contemplating on if you should delete the ones with Tom. He really pissed you off, disappointed you, and most of all let you down for so long now. He wasn’t the one anymore it seemed, not really. He gave up his passion and time to go do other things that were more important to him.

You practically made the decision before he came home that it was over.

“Love? I’m home. Where’s dinner at? Isn’t today the day you make something, and then tomorrow it’s my turn?” You heard his shout from the other side of the house. You didn’t move out of your spot of the bed, rolling your eyes at his voice.

Your turn to make dinner? Not happening. You didn’t respond, instead opened your messaging app to reply to your friends. You barely spoke to them lately because of how busy you’ve been. You told them about it and apologized, but you kept quiet about Tom. You didn’t want to talk about it with them now. It would just hurt you even more.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Tom was standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

“What’s going on? That’s funny.” You laughed without any humor in your tone, not bothering to look at him.

“What?” he asked, walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed. You shifted in the bed, sitting up with the covers up to your shoulders.

“You’re… not really here.” You tried to explain, but you already felt a lump in your throat forming. Tom shook his head, not understanding what you were trying to say, and you shrugged your shoulders at him.

You struggled out another laugh, “Yea, it’s just her, don’t worry.” You quoted him and then he looked to the side, sighing and he lifted his hand like he was going to explain. You just stared at him and nodded, “Yea, it’s just her,” You repeated, tone of your voice hardening.

“Don’t worry.” You managed to get out, before a tear came down your face. “I really tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. That you were still here, that you still cared for us, but you weren’t. You’re just not around for us anymore.”

Tom tried to reach out to you, but you leaned away from his touch. “Stop it.” You whispered to him, looking out the window.

“I am still here – that was just, well you know. Harrison had a bad argument with his fiancée about the wine and the invitations. I wanted to be there for him, he was going through a hard time and needed someone.” Tom explained, backing away from you as he saw your reaction.

“I do know, of course I know, because that is all you talk about! Or that business thing that you’re always on about. That’s the only thing you talk about now and you just talk, you don’t converse.” You argued back, trying to breathe in deeply.

“Converse? Really?” He almost laughed at that, not taking you seriously.

That was the last straw for you. “Okay, pack a bag, get out of here.” You said, shaking your head at him. You got out of the bed, walked out of the room and he followed, laughing.

“What are you talking about?” He laughed again, a bit nervously this time. You wiped your tears away, starting to tremble a little but you kept your cries quiet. He grabbed onto your hand and pulled you his way to face him.

“You don’t love me anymore. Or at least that’s what it feels like. You don’t put in any work with us, with our home, with… anything that has to do with our relationship. I have stayed up cleaning up after all your messes, all the things that you say make you happy. I get it that you have things you want to do, yeah. I have supported you in all these things! But you don’t care… You aren’t here anymore emotionally, and now physically. You spend more time outside our home than inside. And I’ve tried involving you so much in my life.”

He listened, finally. He saw the tears in your eyes and still, for some reason, he sighed. He let go of your hand as his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced back up to you to see the hurt in your eyes.

And he still answered the phone.

“Yeah, I’m on my way now.”

He was so dumb, he swore, but this was so important to him at the moment.

Some part of the deal broke apart, and the packaging for his friend’s business was delivered to the wrong place, and everything was going to shit. There were so many things going on in his life that he really needed to be in so many places at once. You were so important to him as well, but he thought you understood that he couldn’t be with you in person for so long.

He left the house after a silent moment, and he muttered a quick apology to you and walked out the door. He just needed to do something really fast, and then he’d get back to you.

As long as he fixed this part of the deal in the business, then he can go back home and apologize to you. That was his plan! He just really needed to go figure out how to fix this mess first.

By the time he had finished calling all of the people he needed to, he was exhausted. Things weren’t going the way they should be, and he was already late to a graduation party for his cousin, which he wanted to go with you, but it was all too crazy.

He bought a fancy wine bottle to give as a congratulatory gift to his cousin. He sighed to himself, turning the car off and looked into the mirror quickly to check if he had looked decent. His hair was messy, sticky with sweat from the stress he was in, and his eyes had looked so dull.

He kept thinking about you, wondering if you were okay, but he knew you weren’t. The look of hurt in your eyes made him see how he screwed up that bad, but he held out some hope that once he got home tonight, that you guys would talk to each other, and it would turn out alright. He didn’t even have the time to call or send you a message, but he doubted that you’d want to hear from him through a text and a call wouldn’t show how sorry he was.

He got out of the car after wiping the sweat off his face and pushed his hair back into place. The party was at his cousin’s place, but after walking in, it seemed like everyone had been planning on going over to the bar across the street to celebrate.

“Hey, congratulations Daniel.” He spoke up, nodding over to his cousin. His cousin grinned at him, pulling him into a side hug and the two chatted over a few things before they started to walk over to the bar. The bottle of wine stayed back in the apartment and Tom noticed a few other of his family members, and even old friends that were Daniel’s age.

“I invited Evan, I think he’s already inside.” Daniel said, glancing over to Tom. His eyes popped open in surprise at the mention.

“Evan, like our Evan, back in the soccer practice days?” Tom laughed in shock as Daniel affirmed it, shaking his head. A bit of happiness surged at the thought of their childhood. The soccer program was one of the reasons him and Daniel were so close, as they hung out almost everyday of the summer and winter breaks of school, practicing soccer.

Evan was their best friend, and together they were like The Three Stooges, always doing dumb things. The soccer program ran for 5 years, and once it ended, Tom moved to another school and unfortunately grew apart from his friendship with Evan and Daniel. He would only see Daniel during family get-togethers, and he hadn’t seen Evan since.

“How’s he been? I mean, what happened to him, over all these years?” Tom asked, still pleasantly surprised at the fact, and Daniel grinned at him.

“He’s good, I’m sure you guys will get along still, don’t worry about that. He’s training to be a dentist, and Ben’s still alive.” Daniel replied, shocking Tom again about Ben, Evan’s childhood dog, still alive. That dog must have been almost twenty years old now.

By the time they got inside and started talking to Evan again, Tom realized how close their lives all had been, even though they were barely in contact again. Sure, Tom and Daniel still spoke and were close, but Evan lived only a few minutes away. He and his girlfriend lived together, who worked at the same place you did.

Tom noticed it instantly, when Evan brought up the name of the business and he gasped, “Oh mate, my girlfriend works there too!”

“You being serious? What’s her name? Christine probably knows her.”

Tom told him your name, feeling an ache in his chest, it felt weird talking about you when you two weren’t on good terms at the moment. But this connection was so surprising, and he felt a vague remembrance at the back of his mind of the name Christine as well.

“No fucking way, Christine loves her – they’re like best friends at work, says she’s practically her work wife.” Evan stopped to laugh as Tom gawked at the information, “I met her a couple days ago at their luncheon with the families. She’s pretty cool!”

“What luncheon? This is insane, but uh, yeah! She told me about Christine being her friend a while ago, this is such a small world.” Tom replied and Daniel interrupted the conversation right as Tom finished, bringing in a few drinks.

“Come on guys, it’s not every day we all our childhood best friends meet again for my college graduation, let’s celebrate!” Daniel cheered, and Tom took a drink, grinning at him.

Tom didn’t mean to stay there the whole time, he really thought he’d go home within the hour, but things were going great. He talked to his aunt and uncle, and a few other cousins. The rest of his family couldn’t make it because they were all busy, but it was such a surprising and lovely night that Tom let go of his worries and just started to party with Daniel and Evan.

Another one of his friends called him to ask to hang out and somehow, it ended up with Daniel and Evan partying with Tom and the rest of his friends at one of their places all night. Harrison had let them all sleep at his shared place with his fiancée.

Tom couldn’t really recall much after his eighth drink or so, but at some point, he was sure that he must’ve tripped over something because his foot hurt so fucking bad.

It was time to go home. He felt exhausted still, and he wanted to clean up because of how gross he felt from last night. He excused himself from his friend’s place with a promise to hang out again soon, and then quickly left. He drove home, glancing down at his foot whenever he felt it aching again from the pain. He felt like an idiot, rethinking everything that’s happened in the past week or so.

You were right, he didn’t really talk to you much, but he still made time for you before and he would do it again, when all of his plans were done. He argued with himself in his mind, and before he knew it, he was back home.

There were a few cars parked around the home, including one that took his parking spot. He sighed and parked in front of the neighbor’s house. He got out of the car, locking it after he walked across the street. He heard some music playing from inside the house, it was pretty quiet though, and he unlocked the door, walking in.

For a moment, he was confused, hearing laughter from the living room. He couldn’t see anyone but as he walked in, he saw a few people sitting on the couch and two of the other seats. You were sitting on the seat, facing him and as he walked in, you were the first to notice him.

You stood up abruptly, causing your friends to quiet down and they all glanced his way. A few waved to him, but most ignored him, and you looked away and smiled at your friends. “I’ll be right back.” With that, you walked over to Tom, and he followed you to the bedroom.

“Uh, hey.” He spoke up as you two walked into the room. You crossed your arms before you replied, “Hi,” You paused, feeling unsure of what to say first because there were so many things you wanted to say all at once.

“You could have texted… you know that you were coming by.” You added, feeling a bit more nervous and angrier.

“It’s my place too, and I needed to talk to you. We should talk things out to see what the problem is, and we can figure things out.” He responded, limping around you. He sat down on the edge of the bed while you continued to stand near the door. You closed it slightly, so your friends wouldn’t hear the private conversation.

“Alright, let’s talk.” You offered back, eyebrows raising. Talk? He finally wanted to talk to you, you thought bitterly. After so long, he was going to speak to you, without pushing you away or leaving you out, or ignoring you.

“I think what you did wasn’t very polite.” He almost cringed at himself, realizing how badly that came out.

You scoffed, “What did I do that wasn’t very polite?” Did I purposely ignore you for so long? Not letting you know that I was going to be out for an entire night. Not answer your messages and calls?” You listed a few things he’s been doing to you, and he rolled his eyes.

“Come on, that wasn’t what I was doing.” He defended himself. In his view, he was just busy, and he didn’t notice that he was doing that to you.

In fact, he was sure that he was doing that to everyone, his friends as well – ignoring some messages and calls because of how busy he was. When he lived by himself it was a normal thing to do, the only person who gave him grief about it was his best friend, Harrison.

“What the hell were you doing then, Tom? You have no idea how alone I felt and how worried I was when you were out drinking with your friends!” You spoke up, shaking your head at him.

“Well, you’re hanging out with your fucking friends right now.” He shot back and you scoffed again, looking away from him.

“You’re deflecting… And you know I barely see them.” Your voice ran sad, and Tom frowned deeper than he already was.

“And you’re still spending time together with them, when you’re complaining about me hanging out with my friends! What the hell is that about? That’s so fucking hypocritical.” Tom spat back to you, shaking his head.

 “My friends mean a lot to me! We rarely see each other!” You defended yourself, your voice rising back to Tom as he laughed bitterly over your words.

“Why the fuck do you care about them so much if you rarely see them? Huh? Why are they so important to you? They are never here, and you barely see them – maybe what, like once a year? Or even less than that?” Tom was just rattling off things, not realizing how upset you were becoming.

“Fuck you Tom… That’s petty as shit. You are the one that never includes himself when my friends and I talk. We try to talk every day on the phone or on a video call, even in messaging group chats, and I always try to include you but you’re such a jerk to them. You don’t know anything about them, which makes me feel so pathetic because I think they’re a big part of my life!” You practically shouted.

“You know what, why do you care that much about your friends? It’s not like they’re part of our lives, so who cares if I was a dick to them. They barely come here cause they’re living in another country most of the time. I don’t know who they are, and they don’t know who I am! So what?” Tom shrugged at his behavior.

“I moved to a whole different country for you, for this relationship… and this is how you act about a big part of who I am? My friends are still part of my life from back in my home country and I’m not letting that go at all. I gave up so much to be here with you because I thought we wanted the same things in a relationship.” You couldn’t get through to him, and he couldn’t get through to you at this point.

“Fuck, do you not understand what I’m saying to you? I appreciate that you moved here and all, but your friends are nobody here in our lives. I don’t care about them, and I don’t plan to put any effort into knowing them because they rarely visit or talk to me.” Tom exaggerated about your friends.

“Wow… Just, wow. You are not who I thought you were.”

“I’m exactly the same. Just busier than normal. You’re being so dramatic about those people who mean nothing to us.” Tom rolled his eyes, teasing you for feeling this way. He didn’t realize how much your friends meant to you, and to him, you were acting like they were practically your family.

You started to tear up at his mean words, never expecting him to be like this. Your tears started to roll down your face fast, and you took a step away from him and breathed in deeply. You had to bring up something else now, because it seemed clear he wasn’t going to see your point of view.

“So, what’s going on? Why are you never home? Why does it feel like I’m the only one putting in effort?” You responded, trying to calm down. This was one of the most serious times you two have argued and you never thought it would turn out to be this horrible.

When you turned to look at him again, you saw how upset he was too, but you also saw how out of it he was. His hair was so messy, going up in different spots, it looked like he had a crumb on his cheek? And his face was just plastered in old sweat and dirt, like he didn’t clean up after himself. He even stunk pretty bad, like he hasn’t showered in a while.

You sighed to yourself and pressed your hand up against your face, not knowing what to do as you tried to stop crying.

Tom wasn’t sure what to do either.

He knew what to say, but he wasn’t sure if he could follow up with his actions right away. And he realized he had hurt you badly when he was talking about your friends. He still felt irritated that they were here and that you were complaining about him hanging out with his friends, but now he could see your perspective about how important some people could be in your life, since his friends were just as important to him.

He still needed to get things done as soon as possible. too He was helping Harrison with his wedding, and his other friend, Tuwaine, with his business.

As best man to a wedding, he needed to do every activity to the upcoming wedding and party with Harrison as much as possible before the wedding. They even had a check list of everything Harrison needed to do before getting married. Tom promised to do as much as he could to make sure the wedding would turn out amazing.

And as a silent partner in this upcoming business, it was hard. Turns out a silent partner isn’t really silent most of the time. Tom had no clue about that! But he was doing his best to help Tuwaine out with the business as he saw it was a great potential.

“I think I can,” He paused and cleared his throat, “I think I can text you stuff like where I am and what I’m doing, but I really can’t stay home so much. You know I have a lot of work to do right now. I want to be there for my friends as much as I can.”

“You think you can? And I thought in this relationship, we both tried to be there for each other as much as we could, Tom. Are you saying you can’t do that anymore?” Your breath hitched, as you felt unsteady from continuing to talk. You managed to stop crying for a few minutes, but your eyes still burned with tears that waited to fall. You paused to let Tom respond to see what he had to say.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all! I mean, I can’t fucking be here all the time, but you aren’t here all the time too. You go to work and what about that luncheon? What the hell was that? Why didn’t you invite me?” Tom burst out, irritated that the conversation was going in this direction. He felt horrible for making you cry, and he felt that there was still stuff you two needed to talk about.

“Huh? The luncheon? Tom, I did invite you. I asked you two months ago to go with me, and you said yes! You were the one that forgot. I tried talking to you about it before it happened, to remind you, but you cut me off.” You answered him, feeling a little confused but still very upset.

“No, you didn’t, I would have remembered that. I’m sure I would have remembered.” He retorted, standing up.

“Like hell you would. I put the invitation on your desk too.” You added, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Okay, so maybe you did, but still, you expect so much of me and I can’t fulfil that right now! I’m too busy. After the wedding and after the next few weeks of the business, things will go back to normal, but right now, I can’t do the things you want me to do.” Tom raised his hands to show how he was feeling, and you shook your head at him again.

“Do you even know what I want you to do? It’s the bare fucking minimum.” You felt like you were talking to a brick wall at that point.

Tom stumbled over his words, not even knowing mw to respond. The bare minimum of what? He was so confused, no one had ever talked about this before with him, he didn’t get it.

You sighed, disappointed and angry. “All I want – no, all I need, was to know you’re okay and you’re safe, and you’re not out there doing dumb shit. All I need is someone who knows how to be an adult and clean up after themselves. All I need is someone who cares.”

When he didn’t respond, you shook your head and turned to leave. As you walked out the doorway, Tom went to grab your hand but quickly slipped down from the pain radiating in his foot. He was in an awkward position, with one leg up and one leg down, in a classic purposing pose.

“Ow, fuck.” He whispered at his foot, not noticing what he was doing. When he looked up at you, your face had twisted in some kind of shade of anger, disappointment, humiliation, and pity.

“Oh, Tom… what the fuck. This is really not the time to do that.” With that, you tore away from him, rushing out of the bedroom.

You didn’t even say anything to your friends because you felt so embarrassed and hurt about Tom, and with a huff of air, you left the house. Your friends stared after you, whispering to each other, wondering what to do.

As Tom walked out of the bedroom, he slowly made his way to the living room, feeling incredibly guilty and horrible. He wished he could just melt on the floor for a few hours and just feel better after that, but he knew he couldn’t. He needed to go and apologize to you and also apologize to your friends.

Speaking of your friends, they were still in the living room, all staring angrily at him. He deserved it, very much. He didn’t even know what to say except, a short, “Hi there.” And the entire group continued to stare at him silently.

“Um, I’m sorry, but I think its best you guys leave right now. She probably needs to talk to you all, I’m sorry.” He felt odd but he knew he had to do that. He held the door open for them all and he kept whispering sorry as they walked out.

After they left, Tom collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted but still terrible about what happened. He knew he needed to talk to you and your friends, but he figured it would be best to do that separately because he did feel bad that he was mean to your friends. If someone had been rude to him as he was mean to them all, he would have wanted to scream at them. He knew he really needed to apologize, so after he took a shower and a small nap, he texted the group separately from you, asking to see if he could meet them for breakfast tomorrow.

When they all confirmed after Tom sent them a long message of begging and pleading, Tom finally felt a little bit of hope for the future. He continued to pack a bag of a few of his things, with his clothes and some other essentials. Once he was done, he texted the group again and told him that he left the place and that it was alright for Y/n to come back. He knew that she was with them, and he also knew that she would be very angry if he didn’t leave for a few nights.

-

When Tom left Tuwaine’s apartment early, he had made sure to look his absolute best, so he could impress and hopefully convince your friends to give him a second chance to be friends with them. He was such a jerk to them for so long, and now he knew he needed to apologize to them for doing that. He also knew that he needed to apologize to you, but he wanted to apologize to your friends first because he wanted to hear what they would say to him.

He showed up to the bakery and saved a table outside. He made sure to buy everything they might want too, using small plates from the bakery to put them on the table. It looked like he was having a small birthday celebration, but no, he was just making sure everything looked good and that all your friends would feel comfortable.

He sat at the table for about fifteen minutes before all of your friends showed up. One of them waved to him, friendly and kind, and most of the others looked at him angrily and annoyed. He cringed to himself, hoping that the conversation would go alright.

“Hi, good morning.” He stood up, greeting them. He pointed to the seats for them all to sit down. A few did sit down but others refused, shaking their heads at him.

“I’m not sitting until I hear a reason to.” One of them spoke up. And then another one flipped him off, when he looked their way. Oh, he felt so guilty for what he did to them and you.

He sighed and started talking, “Uh, I’m sorry for… well everything, really. I’ve been a dick to you guys because I thought you guys didn’t really… fuck, this is going to sound mean, I thought you guys didn’t really matter to her and us anymore because you don’t live here. I realize now that is not true, but I’m sorry for not giving you all a chance to be friends with me or even talk to me. I thought you guys just weren’t a part of her life anymore, and I acted mean because I thought you were all kind of against me and her together. I’m sorry for all of that, and honestly, I am willing to beg you guys to give me a second chance or to start things all over again, new, and introduce myself to you guys, as the person I actually am.”

He stopped his rambling as one of your friends stepped forward, and he tried recalling her name, Sophia or maybe it was Maria, he wasn’t sure. He somewhat tried to grin towards her as he pushed his hand out in front of him, to reintroduce himself. She was one of the people standing up still.

It looked like she was going to shake his hand as she set her hand forward, but it wasn’t that. Instead, her hand flew up and smacked his face hard. The sound of her slap drifted around the table like an echo almost, and Tom stumbled back with an audible, “Shit!”

There was an outline of her hand on his face, and he groaned as he rubbed his cheek. “I deserved that…” He mumbled as he glanced back at her.

“Yeah, you did asshole.”

“You deserve much worse.”

“Yeah, he’s such a dick! I can’t believe him.”

“Fuck you, we tried being nice to you.”

“You really hurt her. What a jerk!”

The group was practically shouting at him, and he stumbled back until his back hit the window of the bakery and he kept mummering his apologies. The way they all stood up for you and against him made him feel a different way. He would do the same for you in any situation like this too, and he felt terrible that he didn’t realize your friends were actually good people.

He just pushed them aside and acted like they were nothing to you after you moved here with him. If you said and treated his friends the way that he did to yours, he would have felt horrible and upset just the same as you were feeling now.

“I really didn’t mean to be so rude. I swear it!” He spoke up to the group.

“Really?” One of them spoke up, a shorter girl, who he remembered was Ana.

“Yes, really. My judgement of you all was completely wrong and I’m sorry. And I’m not just saying sorry because of Y/n, I’m genuinely saying sorry for being a mean person to you all. That was wrong of me, I wasn’t raised to be like that, I swear. And I should have never done that, I just didn’t realize how much you guys meant to her and I also didn’t realize that you all were good people. If I put the effort in that I should have, I would have seen how good of friends you all are.” He sincerely apologized again, wiping his head again as he felt like he was sweating like crazy.

He felt so nervous about being in front of a group of friends. He seriously never felt like such a jerk before, and he felt like he should be apologizing over and over again.

“Hm, okay. I’ll accept your apology but I’m never forgetting it. You hurt Y/n and you hurt us… but more importantly you hurt her. We thought you were a rude person from the way you treated us, but Y/n was always defending you, saying you were actually a great person and that you were just always feeling sick or tired, or not in the mood to talk.” Ana said, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, you won’t believe how much she defended you. But I don’t think I can forgive you that easily. Y/n deserves better than this.” Tom didn’t recognize this person, but he nodded in understanding.

“I get that, I do, but please, let me show you guys that I am a good person. I promise I will apologize to her too.” He responded, gazing down at his shoes. He felt so bad still and he honestly felt like he was about to cry. He didn’t know how you would ever accept his apology but if you did, he would be the luckiest guy in the world.

“Fine, I can do that… I don’t know about the others.” Ana replied, gazing at Sophia and a few others.

“I think we need to hear more about what happened. Y/n was so upset, and you hurt her so much. I want to hear your side of the story, but just know that if you are lying or anything, I will beat you up.” Sophia said. Another one nodded, picking up a muffin and taking a bite out of it.

Phew, okay, so they are willing to listen to him and hear how sorry he felt. He felt insanely lucky that they didn’t do anything else to him other than a slap.

“She – I, I think it’s reasonable that she’s upset. I am too, but I think what I did really hurt her more than I at first thought it would, which is really bad. I need to apologize to her still. I’ve been giving her space, but I did email her a sorry, kind of.” Tom scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward at mentioning his email. He wrote it as an email because he knew that you would be pissed off if he sent you a long ass text message. It was more of a cautionary email than anything else, and it did sound a bit silly, but he just wanted to send it to let you know he was sorry, and he understood what he did was wrong.

“Email? What the hell?” One of the girls, Alexia, spoke up. She laughed as she continued to mock him, “Oh no, I broke my girlfriend’s heart, now I must email her!”

Maria snorted at that, but quickly said, “No offense or anything, but that’s weird. Continue, tell us what it said.”

Tom felt a bit more pressure as the group listened to him. “I just said that I am very sorry about what happened and that I should have said a few things differently, and that I promise to talk to her when she wants to talk to me. Also, that I love her a lot, and that I miss her, and also, I apologized about uh, how I treated you guys. But I said that I would mostly talk to her in person to tell her what I need to say, and I just wanted to email her to let her know that stuff.”

“Yeah, interesting. Now, what exactly do you want from us? We tried being friends with you before, but you were always kind of not there… You would leave the room when we talked with Y/n on video calls, and stuff. We thought you were a cool guy at first, I mean, that’s why we encouraged Y/n to move in with you to a different country! You sounded a lot better compared to her exes.” Sophia spoke up, bringing the conversation back to what he wanted to do with them.

He flinched at the tone in the beginning, and he also did not like the sound of your exes. You never spoke about them, so he didn’t think about it.

“I wanted to know if I can reintroduce myself, or we can start over to make a genuine friendship. I think it’s important that I know the people in her life, just like she knows the people in my life. She’s friends with Harrison and Tuwaine, and gets along with my family, but I don’t really know much about you guys… well, because I thought you guys didn’t matter. I’m sorry about that.” He blabbered, biting his lip in nervousness at the end.

“I’m cool with that.”

“Eh, I don’t really like you at the moment…”

“Hmm, maybe, that sounds like a good idea.”

“No, absolutely not. You hurt her and you’re a dumbass.”

“We should give him a chance!”

Tom sighed quietly, fiddling with his fingers as the group continued to debate whether or not he deserves a chance to talk to them. Within a few minutes, they agreed to try but if he did any other shitty thing to you or to them, then they would completely stop supporting his relationship with Y/n.

“I won’t do anything bad, I promise! I still need to talk to her too, but I’m giving her space.” He spoke up.

“Ah, that’s a good idea… Just don’t expect her to reach out so soon. She can hold onto negative emotions longer than some people.” Ana replied, taking a sip of her coffee. Sophia nodded in agreement with her.

“And if you do anything bad to her specifically, I will kill you. Or wait, I will first hurt you severely and then kill you. Sound good?” Maria brought up, gripping onto the butterknife a bit too strong. Tom glanced at the butterknife and then at Maria and then instantly nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, of course, I get that. I promise I won’t hurt her.” He responded with a short nervous laugh. No one else laughed, instead they looked very serious and it scared Tom even more.

They all left after a long discussion about forgiveness, and he told them that he was going to keep in touch with them all. He wasn’t going to ignore them or be rude again, and he had to apologize to you as well, but he felt so much more guilty. He didn’t know how he was going to make it up to you, and he felt so down.

Tom thanked them for being open and willing to consider having a new friendship with him again and he cleaned up the small mess at the table. He sighed, realizing he also hadn’t been helping around the house too, this had reminded him.

He went back to Tuwaine’s place since he has been staying there since the argument with you. He missed being at home with you, it was so much more comfortable. He missed cuddling with you, he missed watching the television with you, he missed eating with you, and so much more. He didn’t realize mundane things could be so exciting to him – he would give up everything if it meant he could go to that again with you.

Over the next few weeks, Tom had started to slowly feel more and more depressed. He gave up trying to give you space after two weeks of silence and had tried calling you at least once a day. He would give you some simple messages through the voice mail and he would text you some cute messages like, “I hope you have a good day!”

Still, zero response, expect some of your friends had told him that you will come around eventually. This has only happened one other time – when you two had first started dating and you two had a bad argument. You didn’t message him for like a week and a half and he was so surprised that you had finally messaged him back, saying it was time to talk. But he figured it was alright to spend some time like this apart when your friends also clued to him that you were trying to give him some time to figure everything out with your friends.

They said that you wanted to give him time to finish things up and stop being so busy, so he hoped maybe now you would respond to him soon.

Harrison’s wedding was in eight days, the business was good, and Tom didn’t have as much to do now. Tom actually planned for today to be Harrison’s bachelor party, instead of the night before the wedding because he knew that Harrison would be drunk still if they partied the night before. Tom managed to push his thoughts of you away for the first few hours of partying, but later he complained about not seeing you for so long.

The party started off good, with all of their friends coming by Tuwaine’s place first. Evan and Daniel were there as well, and everyone had started drinking the moment the party officially started. Harrison was surprised with a few random gag gifts that Tom planned, which included men’s candy lingerie for the wedding night.

They all laughed so hard, and Harrison made a challenge, for whoever stopped drinking first during the party, would be forced to eat the lingerie. The party continued to a golf course, where their day drinking continued with mimosas, and snuck in vodka, and they all were a bit too drunk to finish off a section.

Tom brought in a golf cart with a bunch of embarrassing pictures of Harrison tapped over it, along with a funny blow-up sex doll attached to the top of the cart. They all took turns doing circles on the golf course, shouting and laughing at some random music Evan was playing on his phone.

After they left the golf course, Tom got a limo to drive them to a restaurant for lunch. Yes, that’s right, they have been partying all day, starting at breakfast time. They ate lunch at Harrison’s favorite place and played pin the tail on the donkey – except the donkey was a picture of Harrison and the tail was a picture of a ring. The lunch included some steaks and expensive wine, and as a dessert, they all got ice cream at a place next door.

Next, they all went to a paintball place, where they played a few rounds until they all felt exhausted. They took a break in the limo, driving around town as they continued to drink and dance, and nap.

Tom had started to think about you when a song came on in the limo, blasting at a crazy level. It was one of the songs that you two danced to before in a club, and Tom only remembered it because you two ended up falling on the floor after stumbling when dancing. He remembered giggling so much and trying to pull you up, only to fall again on the beat of the song.

He ended up singing the rest of the song, karaoke style in the limo, randomly mumbling your name into the microphone every few seconds.

Tuwaine joined him, laughing into the microphone loudly and pointing over to Harrison. “Yeah, baby! Woohoo! I bet you’re going to miss doing shit like this when you’re married.” He cackled and Harrison choked on his drink, laughing along with him.

“I’m still going to be here with you shits, don’t worry. Just not as often.”

Tom nodded along, “Yeah, you better go hang out with your new wife because then she will get angry at you and not talk to you for weeks.” He didn’t even need to say your name now, as he stumbled over his words.

Daniel rolled his eyes but laughed, patting Tom on the back, “Come on, at least now you know what happens.”

After about two hours of drinking and karaoke in the limo, Tom took the limo to an axe throwing place, where they all made fools of themselves. They were so drunk that they probably shouldn’t have been throwing axes, but they were all following the rules.

“If I hit this target, Harrison has to twerk in his first dance at his wedding.” One of them shouted, and unsurprisingly, missed the target. Besides the fact they missed the target, all of the boys were yelling and giggling about Harrison twerking at his wedding.

After the axe throwing, Tom took them to go bar crawling. It was the fourth bar that Tom noticed that you might be there. Your friends were in a corner, dancing and laughing out loud, and it made Tom glance over to their table.

His glance became a full-blown stare and he refused to look away, even when a few girls came up to him, Evan, and Tuwaine.

“Hey, how are you guys tonight? What are you drinking?” One of the girls slung an arm around Tom’s neck, and he barely looked at the girl, frowning at how close she got, before he looked back to the group.

Evan noticed what Tom was staring at and chuckled, “Hey isn’t that Y/n’s friends, that you showed me a picture of?” And Tom nodded in reply, to which Evan laughed even more, adding, “Don’t go up to them, you really need to give her space.”

He couldn’t help but yell out your name, “Y/N BABY!” Everyone looked at Tom concerned, and then finally he saw your face. But you looked so angry and upset that Tom pouted and shouted your name again, trying to walk over to you, but Evan and Tuwaine pulled him back.

It was then that you and your friends left.

Tom basically became a rock, standing still and solid, while girls curled up against him and his friends, trying to get their attention. He didn’t spend any moment looking at them, and finally, he decided to look away from the corner that you used to be in, but his mind was still on you.

“This is her third favorite drink! Ugh, I miss you baby.” Tom cried out, and then chugged the rest of the drink while the rest laughed at him and comforted him.

He continued to talk about you and how he missed you so much.

The night ended with them going back to Tuwaine’s place to drink some more. They were all too wasted way beyond the point of return. They were all tripping over random things while walking in and all of them laughing at random shit. Harrison’s face was a deep red color as he walked in with the blow-up sex doll from the golf cart.

“Thank you for my practice wife, Tom.” He snickered, making his way to the carpet in the living room. He laid out flat on the ground, groaning loudly.

He went and started to kiss the blow-up doll, and everyone giggled at him or groaned at him to stop. There were a few drool stains on the doll and Harrison pulled it away to admire it and then randomly pulled it back close to him and bit down on its arm hard, causing it to pop loudly and deflate.

Everyone stared at him silently, and Tom just shook his head.

Tom followed him, but sat down onto one of the chairs, kicking his feet out onto the coffee table. “You’re welcome, mate.” He responded, holding a can of beer. The rest of the group followed in after them and all found a spot in the living room, and soon, they all started talking in a deep conversation.

“That was,” Tuwaine paused as he raised his eyebrows and blew air out of his mouth, “a successful night out.” They all agreed with him by nodding or laughing. The night wasn’t over though, and they all knew that.

Within the next two hours, the group became smashed out drunk, beyond return. They all knew they would need at least two days of recovery for how much they drank, but they continued to drink to celebrate and send Harrison off to be married.

“I’m so ready to marry you,” Harrison spoke into his phone, recording a video for his fiancée, who texted him wondering if he was having a good time. “You’re going to be my wifey! Wifey boo baby, woo!” He cheered and stared into the camera intensely, causing some of the guys to laugh loudly in the background.

“I love you so much. If you were a worm, I’d turn into a worm with you, and we could love each other while traveling the world through dirt.” He said it so seriously that Tom choked on his beer, eyes watering as a hard cough leveled through his body.

“Oh God, Harrison, turn that off!” One of them called out to Tom, he was instantly reminded of you. He felt that way about you so much right now. If he could, he would get married to you at that second, but that wasn’t possible because you weren’t here, and you were angry at him.

“I wanna marry Y/n, my baby. My sweetie, I miss her so much. Do you think she’ll ever talk to me again? I hope she does, even if it means she’ll be screaming at me.” Tom cried out, holding the beer can up to his face, cradling it.

“What was the name of my emo playlist, Siri?” He tried asking his phone to play depressing music, as he was feeling horrible, and the group just sighed at his antics.

“Enough, Tom, you keep talking about her, but we’re supposed be happy right now.” One said, and another gazed over to him and slapped his knee.

“She’s my happy.”

“Shut up, you dummy.” Another spoke up to him, but Tom shook his head.

“I could’ve seen her tonight, my honey. If I wasn’t a coward,” He slurred out, and stared at Evan, “Meanie, you stopped me.”

“I saved you from embarrassing yourself, shithead.” Everyone nodded in agreement and Tom frowned deeply.

“Whatever…” He got up and stepped over a few of the boys, walking towards the bathroom. “Party poopers.” He called out to them and slammed the bathroom door shut, locking him in.

He opened his phone, pulling up his texts between him and you, and texted you again. “Babyyyyyy” He sent and sighed, then sent another text, “i mixs you so muc I wan to holdd u again and kiss you”, then he spoke up to himself, “Fuck me.”

He opened up the camera and giggled, trying to send a picture of himself while sitting on the toilet, but the camera was pointing the other way. He clicked the screen anyway and pressed send, not realizing that he just sent a close-up picture of his dick.

He proceeded to send you a dozen crying emojis, and then an old picture of the two of you and then a selfie in the bathroom mirror with him sobbing hard.

He didn’t even think to stop himself, instead he continued to send more and more to you.

“I looooooooooooove you, like how plants love the sun. also, water, plants love water. I love you like that. Alsooooo I want you to forgive me and illlll apologize you to so mcoh I mean it, ill go to the moon and back just to show how much I love you (without a space suit), and then I;lkl even get you the pet cat and pet dog you always wanted.”

-

He soon fell asleep in the bathtub, with his phone in his hand. He snored loudly and occasionally woke up to shout at the guys not to bother him in the bathroom. Within the next few hours, he woke up to a pounding headache and he groaned at himself, then fell back asleep.

And then again, within a few more hours, he got out of the bathroom and checked up on everyone. They were all pretty much out of it, but safe. Funnily, Harrison had his feet up in the air as he slept on the couch, and Tuwaine was right next to him, with the deflated blow-up doll curled up under his arms.

“Guys?” Tom woke them up and instantly got smacked with a pillow on the couch, “Ow!”

“Go away, let me sleep.”

“Shut the fuck up, emo boy.”

“Can you get me some potato soup?”

He groaned at them and sat down in the kitchen, away from all of them. He made himself some toast and then took out his phone again to check what time it was. He unlocked it and it instantly opened up to the texts he sent you.

“Oh, my fucking hell, no way.” He sighed to himself, scrolling up, until he hit the picture. Oh no, he thought. A dick picture. He sent you a picture of his semi flaccid penis, while he was on the toilet, oh no. That’s horrible, oh my, that would definitely be the end between you two if you saw that.

“NO, FUCK!” He screamed, getting up and rushing out the door. He was still slightly drunk, so he couldn’t drive. He had to run there, somehow, that’s what his drunk mind ended up telling him.

But first he needed to tell his friends where he was going and what he was going to do.

“Okay, I know you’re all still asleep, but I need to tell you I’m going to go to Y/n’s house and steal her phone and delete the dick pic that I sent her while we were really drunk last night. Anyone have any ideas on how to steal her phone without her noticing?” He rushed out in a single breath and slowly but surely, everyone woke up and stared at him.

“This has got to be a dream because no way in hell did Tom fuck up that bad.” Harrison was the first one to speak up, and Tom only sighed, shrugging his shoulders to tell them all that yes, it was real.

“I’ve got nothing for you, except I’ll pray that you don’t end up without balls for doing something so dumb.” Other spokes up and Tom rolled his eyes.

“She wouldn’t hurt me or anything, but her friends will. Oh god, how will I even tell them about this, I wanted to be on their good side.” Tom groaned, hiding his face with his hands.

“Go! You can tell she still hasn’t opened it, right? You’ve got time.” Another cheered for him and that was all, as Tom ran out the door, phone in one hand and keys in the other.

Right as he ran out, he heard one of the boys chuckling, “Wonder if it was a decent dick pic or some depressing dick pic.”

What the hell was a depressing dick pic? Tom didn’t think much else about it as he ran towards the house. It was only about ten blocks away… Tom groaned loudly as he continued to run, glad that he was in shape to do this.

Halfway there, Tom finally started feeling the effects of everything, the alcohol and the running, and the fact he was only running with the anxiety of you seeing all those texts. Also, he realized he definitely should have eaten something more and at least drunk water, because this was tough.

“Fuck me, oh no,” He started to slow down, but he really shouldn’t. A wave of nausea hit him, and he burped up some of the toast he ate but he swallowed it down and kept pushing, “I’ve got to get to her phone!” He practically whimpered, as he started to slowly run again.

It was a slow jog, but he eventually got there. He snuck in through the back door, glancing around to make sure that he wasn’t caught. But then he wondered where your phone was. There was some music playing at a low volume and he could smell that something delicious was on the stove or in the oven.

As he slowly walked further into the house, he felt even more anxious and tense. But then he heard the shower running, and he relaxed slightly. Okay, so you were in the shower and then something must be in the oven, because you wouldn’t let the stove run without looking over it.

He sighed, feeling safe. Now, he was safe to go through the house quickly to find your phone and delete the texts before you opened them up. He checked his phone once more to see that you still haven’t opened up his messages, which he felt so relieved by.

“Okay, first look in the living room and then kitchen, and then bedrooms.” He was sure you wouldn’t bring your phone in the bathroom with you, but if you did, then he’d have to hide somewhere inside the house while you got out of the bathroom and then sneak around until you weren’t in the same room with your phone.

He rolled his eyes at himself for making it so complicated, but he needed to do this if he wanted to fix the relationship.

As he stepped into the living room and looked around, he felt something a little bit off, but he couldn’t explain the feeling. He looked everywhere for your phone, even under the couch. Then he looked at the front door and narrowed his eyes.

Men’s shoes… and another pair of women’s shoes he didn’t recognize, but he primarily focused on the big ass men shoes sitting right next to the door.

Those were not his and they were definitely not his size either, so it had to mean there was another guy here. But you didn’t have any guy friends here, apart from Tom’s own guy friends. He stared at them with confusion and even picked them up to compare to the size of his feet and then he shook his head and set the shoes down.

“Okay, weird.” He whispered to himself, seriously hoping that you weren’t seeing another guy. He felt dumb thinking you were, but those shoes being here made no sense. Same with the woman’s shoes, and then he wondered hopefully that it was just one of your friends from out of town with her boyfriend or some random guy. Or maybe you had a girlfriend that wore men’s shoes. Then he shook his head again, no way that one of your friends would wear those types of men’s shoes. Those looked too ugly, and your friends had good fashion sense.

He slowly went to turn into the kitchen and then as he turned around, his eyes went wide as he jumped up, screaming, “Oh fuck!”

Two people were standing directly behind him, as if waiting for him to turn, and they started laughing when he screamed.

“Oh dear, and you must be Thomas? Y/n was just about to tell us more about you. She’s in the shower right now but we were just drinking a cup of coffee, would you like some?” Your mom spoke up, grinning at him as he huffed out a long breath of air.

“Oh, oh, okay, hello.” He sighed out, wiping his face as if there was sweat there. They laughed at him again and he smiled. He went to go shake their hands, but your dad laughed loudly and shook his head.

“No! We only hug in this family, isn’t that right sweet pea?” Your dad said to your mom, and she nodded, and your dad awkwardly pulled Tom into a deep hug, with your mom patting his back friendly.

“Aw, nice, hugs… Yeah, of course. Well, it’s nice to meet you guys properly. I only ever got to wave hi to you over video calls!” Tom responded, pulling back from the hug. He glanced down at himself and kind of cringed at how he looked. If he knew your parents were here, he would have cleaned himself up nicely.

He realized that the shoes were your dad’s and your mom’s, and he was glad that they didn’t catch him finding your phone. He’d have to explain himself if that happened, and he was sure that they wouldn’t appreciate that he sent those messages to you.

“We know, yes, it’s one of the reasons we came by finally. We wanted to check up on Y/n and catch up on things, like why are you two not married already?” Your dad turned a heavy question to Tom, and he gulped, unsure how to answer. Tom truly did want to marry you at this point, and he still needed to find an engagement ring. He also needed to tell his family about it too. They all loved you and wanted you to join the family, and they would be so happy if Tom told him now.

“I do want to marry your daughter!” Tom paused, thinking for a quick second before he spoke up again, “I thought it would be best to wait until I got your permission to ask her the question, but I never get a chance to speak to you two privately.” He felt lucky that he thought that up really quickly. He did want to marry you, but he actually wanted to ask your friends first if he could propose to you, instead of your parents, since he knew them a little better.

“Hm, well, you have our permission now Thomas.” Your mom replied, and his eyes widened, and he nodded happily.

“You can call me Tom, if you’d like.” He added, chuckling a bit as they all walked further into the kitchen. The two of them sat at the barstools, as he stood up to continue talking to him. He walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup, using his favorite mug you got him.

“And how about children, Tom?” Your dad asked as Tom put a bit of sugar into his mug, and he faltered for a moment before he glanced over to your dad.

He was about to reply until your mom interrupted him with a loud “Wait!” the two stared at her as she asked, “Well, when are you going to propose? We gave you permission, but you never said when you would propose. I want to know! Maybe I can tell her to go get her nails done before you do it…” Your mom trailed off as she imagined the proposal and Tom nodded back.

“Oh! Um, soon, if she wants to talk about it.” He kind of shrugged and your dad sighed.

“She’s stubborn, but lovable, right?” He said to Tom, and Tom agreed, finding it a bit easy to talk to them. It was just a bit awkward that they kept asking about the relationship, while Tom wasn’t really sure where you stood right now with wanting to be in a relationship or not.

It seemed that they knew at least that there was an argument between him and you, but with the questions they were asking, it seemed like they thought it was just a small argument. Tom was glad about that and didn’t want to ask any questions to them about it.

“Now, back to the question, how many kids are you guys wanting?” Your dad brought up, and Tom hid his sigh while he drank some coffee from his mug.

“Oh, you know… the usual.” Tom gave the vaguest answer possible, and your mom chuckled, responding, “So, four? Five?” Her joke made Tom choke on his coffee, and he coughed a bit of it out, leaning over the counter and into the sink.

“Aw, you scared him, we’re kidding, we only expect two in the next few years.” Your dad spoke up, laughing at Tom’s reaction.

“Two, in how many years, exactly?” Tom asked, scratching his head. And then he was saved (at least that’s what he hoped) as you walked in, wearing a robe. Your hair was still wet, and it seemed like you rushed over here, since your feet were still wet too.

“I heard you guys all talking…” You sent Tom a look, and he smiled nervously at you. He didn’t know what would happen, but he hoped you would forgive him and still he needed to find your phone. He mouthed, “I’m sorry” to you, but you rolled your eyes slightly.

“Yes, you didn’t tell us Tom was so good looking! You know, especially when you told us he’s older.” Your mom spoke up, smiling at the two of you, noticing the slight tension and wanting to calm it down.

“’How old, exactly did you say, Y/n?” Your dad asked, raising his eyebrows at Tom with curiosity. He took a sip of his coffee as you cleared your throat.

You also crossed your arms, watching Tom as you replied to your dad, “He’s in his mid-40s.” Tom instantly looked at you with a shocked stare and you shrugged. He wasn’t that old! And your parents didn’t seem to question that at all.

“Wow! Then you better get started on those kids soon, right?” Your mom spoke up and Tom wouldn’t look away from you as you nodded.

In his head, he was wondering if you would forgive him if it meant you were saying you’d have kids with him soon, to your parents. But maybe not, he wasn’t sure what exactly you were thinking, especially since he hasn’t spoken to you for a while now.

“Yeah, Tom actually takes a while to… warm up, if you know what I mean.” You continued, smiling softly, “Sometimes it takes up to ten minutes to get that little guy up, right Tom?” You glanced over to him and his grip on his mug tightened harshly, as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Really?” He asked, as if to say, “are you really doing this?” You nodded, “Right, yeah, maybe it’s 15 minutes nowadays.” You shrugged, and your parents gazed at Tom with empathy and pity.

“Aw dear boy, that’s okay, it happens to men in that age group.” Your mom spoke up, frowning at Tom.

Your dad too, seemed upset at the news. “Well, have you gone to the doctors to check on the little swimmers?” His question sounded so genuine, and Tom coughed again, looking at the ground, feeling incredibly awkward.

You spoke up for Tom instead, “Oh, he’s a little shy about that stuff, Dad.” Your dad sighed in response, shaking his head pitiful of Tom.

“We want you to have some strong swimmers there. Especially if you’re going to be giving us two grandkids soon.” Your dad continued, standing up. He walked over to Tom and patted his back softly, gazing towards you and your mom.

“You know, our next-door neighbor’s daughter is pregnant. She’s 22 years old, and frankly, I think you need to hurry up!” He said, and your mom nodded along, “Remember Samantha?” And you bit your lip from laughing but you nodded back to your parents. You could tell how Tom was freaking out.

Your dad took a step back as he faced Tom completely. Tom looked uncomfortable but your dad continues, “Sometimes you just got to relax down there. Here, let me help you stretch your body out.” He gestured for Tom to lean down before he went ahead to do it himself.

“Okay, lean down really quickly, touch your toes, you know, you have to get your body moving. And now, stand right up and jump! Reach for the sky.” Your dad demonstrated and Tom slowly copied him, feeling incredibly defeated and awkward.

“You have to do that every day and that’ll really get the juices flowing down there, if you know what I mean.” Your dad continued, and Tom nodded, “Yeah, definitely will do that.”

Your mom laughed at the two, “Oh, stop being so silly. But tell us, Tom, do you take the medicine?” Her question made Tom even more confused, and you looked embarrased as your mom continued to explain, using her hands, “The… Viagra?” Tom instantly widened his eyes.

“Wow, uh, no I don’t use that.” He explained, shrugging slightly as your dad set his hand on Tom’s shoulders as if to comfort him. You looked at that and found it funny but said nothing.

“I use it only on movie nights, to spice things up.” Your dad admitted, and your nose scrunched up.

“Ew, dad, you didn’t have to tell us that.” You quickly responded and he laughed at your expression.

“Just trying to help you two out. I didn’t have that problem in my mid-40s, but I think it’s more common nowadays.” Your dad defended himself, and your mom laughed along.

You shook your head at them, and Tom found himself smiling at you, thinking about how cute you looked.

“I’m going to go get dressed, but you three can stay here and continue talking if you want.” You excused yourself, shivering a little as you still weren’t dried off completely. They all nodded, and you went into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

-

Tom grinned at your parents, lifting up his mug, “So, anyone want refills?” Your mom nodded, standing up to get some more coffee, and Tom helped her by offering milk and sugar.

In hopes of changing the conversation to a new topic, Tom cleared his throat and glanced to your dad, “So, how long are you guys going to be here for?” The question was met with smiles and your mom answered it.

“Just till the end of the weekend, dear. Since Y/n is busy with work during the week, we’re going to go out sightseeing. And then hm, I think Y/n wanted to take us to a local restaurant, she says it’s got the best pasta in the country.” Your mom explained, and your dad chuckled a bit.

“I doubt the pasta is that good… She said it was mind-blowing!” Your dad brought it up and Tom realized you were talking about the restaurant you two always go to for special events.

He took you there for your last birthday, and on Valentine's Day, it was always a sweet place for you two. He smiled widely, “It’s the best place to go for pasta.” He answered, then added, “We love it there.”

Your mom turned to him suddenly with a gasp, “Aw, you remind me of when we were younger, trying that steakhouse place near our home! He would always order the lasagna they served there, whenever I was feeling down so we could eat at home. So sweet. Maybe you can order some pasta for Y/n, she was feeling a little down earlier about an argument you two had. She wouldn’t tell us what it was about, of course.”

Tom was surprised that your mom had told him that, and he appreciated it greatly, “Thank you, yeah, I need to apologize to her. I was in the wrong, but maybe pasta will cheer her up too.” Your dad got up and sighed.

“Yeah, she’s a stubborn girl but food is a good way to her heart.” Your dad said, and your mom scoffed, shaking her head.

“No, stop it. She also deserves to be romanced and cared for too, got that Tom?” Your mom added on quickly and your dad quietly whispered, “Yeah, that too.”

Tom and your parents continued to speak together until you came back out, wearing clothes and being completely dried off. You looked incredible, and Tom felt his heartrate start to pick up when you said you had to get to work because of some emergency.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry Mom, we can go shopping when I get back from work. And Dad, I think there’s a few places that you’d like to go to in the next town over, maybe you two can go do that while I’m working.” You apologized, as they walked towards the front door to leave.

“Aw, it’s okay. You let us know when you’re free. It was nice meeting you in person, Tom. I hope to see you again soon.” Your mom responded and your dad gave you a hug goodbye.

They quickly left, and you shut the door after waving goodbye one more time. You slowly turned around to Tom, who looked nervous again. He didn’t know what to do now, except for saying sorry again. He started fidgeting with his hands as he looked at you.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously, I am so sorry for being a jerk like that. I met up with your friends too, and spoke with them about it, and I promise I’ll be a friend to them as well, instead of acting like I was. I’m so sorry, babe, please, I promise I will still be here with you, and I won’t be like an asshole. I promise you. I’ll answer your calls, texts, emails, I’ll do anything please, if you give me a chance, and I swear I’ll make you and your family happy and your friends happy too and” He took a deep breath in to continue but paused when you pressed a palm up to his chest.

“Tom.” You whispered to him.

“Yes? I swear, I’ll do anything. I’ll propose right now if you want me to, but I wanted it to be more romantic. I’ll get married to you right now if you want me to. Or I’ll leave and never bother you again, if you want me to. I promise and I love you so much, and if you don’t want me here anymore, I’ll leave and you can take the house and I swear, you can take everything else. You already have my heart.” He continued to ramble and ramble some more, but you stopped him again with a soft smile.

“Tom!” You laughed at this point, he breathed in again to continue but you shook your head.

“I accept your apology. I just needed some space to myself for a little bit and I figured you did too so you can finish up some stuff. My friends told me after we saw you at the club, that you guys met up and talked. Thank you for doing that.” You responded, sighing slightly.

Tom was so surprised, he couldn’t believe it, “Wait really?” He asked and when you nodded, he asked again, “Seriously?” You laughed harder.

“Come on, I won’t break up with you or anything like that. I’m being serious, it’s not a joke. I was kind of pissed off that you came here, so that’s why I kind of said that stuff to my parents…” You shrugged, whispering a small, “Sorry about that.”

Tom was the one that laughed this time. “Yeah, about that, when did we celebrate my 40th birthday?” He started laughing even more when you rolled your eyes and took his hand, dragging him behind you.

“I’m pretty sure I said mid-40s, so we celebrated your 45th birthday in.” You joked back, and he shook his head, laughing more.

He pulled you into a tight hug as you laughed too, and slowly you two stopped laughing and he gazed down at you with adoration, “So we’re all good?” His question was met with a nod, and you stepped up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“We still eventually will need to talk more about things, but in this moment, I’ll say we’re good.” You responded, thinking back to how he spoke to your parents. He was nice to them, you were a bit surprised and touched.

As you pulled away, you quirked your eyebrows up for a second, “Oh, and nice picture.” You said it so nonchalantly that Tom didn’t understand what you meant for a moment.

You walked away as Tom shouted, “Wait! Oh no, I’m really sorry about that! I was drunk and really depressed and I’m so sorry.” He quickly tugged his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked it instantly and it opened up to the messages between you and him.

You sent him a picture back.

Oh fuck.

You actually sent him one back? He immediately burst into laughter of joy and then quickly ran up to you with surprise and hope in his eyes, “You sent one back! When the fuck did you send one back?” He asked and you grinned at him.

“Well, I went to go get dressed and I guess my thumb slipped and took a picture and sent it to you. But actually, I sent it when my parents were here. You were sweet to them.” You shrugged and his laughter turned into silent giggles, as he clutched his stomach hard. It was a good picture too, showing off your chest and your neck at a great angle.

You elbowed him as he continued to laugh out, “I love it. I love you.” His face flushed red as he continued to stare at the picture.

“Love you too, stinky. Now go shower please, I don’t know why but you look and smell like a raccoon that lives in trash.” Your insult didn’t faze him at all as he was still smiling with bright red cheeks and a look of adoration in his eyes.

“I’ll go shower, sure.” He responded, lifting up his arm to expose his armpit, and leaned towards you as if to make you smell.

“Ew, Tom! Stop!” You shouted, grossed out but amused and he chuckled back, leaving to go shower.

-

As he entered the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror for a moment and then looked away, but then surprised, he looked back at himself. Oh, you were right. He looked dreadful. He lifted a hand and pushed it through his hair, watching the greasy strands of hair flop together in an odd way. His face had a sweaty and sticky look to it, and as he touched it, it smeared across his forehead more.

His clothes were so dirty as well, and he shrugged them off quickly. He turned the water on in the shower and waited until the water turned hot. In the meantime, he brushed his teeth twice before he was satisfied with how his breath smelled.

He got into the shower and sighed loudly as the hot water hit his skin. This was one of the best feelings ever, he thought. He swore never to drink so much again after the bachelor party, because of how disgusting he felt during the morning. He was feeling better now that he talked to you and your parents, and now that he was showering.

He scrubbed his skin with your soap, missing the smell of it. He always loved using your shower and bath products, because he liked how it smelled on you. It also made his hair silky smooth, and his skin feel super soft.

Since he always stole your stuff, he would be the one to buy it in bulk, so there was always enough supply for you two.

He grimaced when he saw the feminine soap, remembering back to a time he used to use that as body soap. He remembered how good it smelled and thought it was weird that it was labeled as “feminine soap”, thinking that his friends would even use this soap if they smelled how good it was.

Then he remembered when you joined him for a shower that one time, and saw him using that as body wash… You laughed so hard that you fell over in the shower and Tom felt so embarrassed that he didn’t read the back of the bottle to see what type of soap it was.

He scrubbed the shampoo into his hair, using extra to clean the gunk in his hair. He rinsed it out of his hair and sighed again, picking up your conditioner. He absolutely loved this conditioner – it smelled so good, and he always loved how it made his hair shine after showering. He applied a generous amount and then cleaned his body again with regular soap.

“Tom, how much longer are you going to be in there?” He heard you call out to him, and he quickly replied, dropping the soap.

“I’ll be out in five minutes!” He shouted back, smiling as he heard you shout back, “Okay!”

He finished up within a few minutes and turned off the water and dried it off with a towel. He brushed his teeth quickly, rinsing out his mouth and then opened the door.

“I’m out now!” He said, walking towards the closet, connected to the bathroom. He picked up some spare clothes that he left there, choosing more comfortable ones over fashionable ones. He was so ready to spend some time with you, to make up for all the time you guys haven’t spent together the last few weeks. And he was extra happy that you two could chill at home alone like the old times.

When you didn’t respond, Tom called out your name again, and walked into the room absentmindedly, glancing down at his phone. He kept looking at that picture and he knew that the longer he stared at it the harder it would be to fight against a growing hard on. But he absolutely loved your photo, he hasn’t been able to see your body in person for so long and this photo was a reminder.

Sure, he did jack off and cry a lot to some past nudes you sent him before, when you guys weren’t talking, but this photo was sent back to him just today! He quietly wondered if you looked back at some of the old pictures he sent to you, but he pushed the thought out of his mind quickly as he glanced up to the bedroom.

There you were, lying on the bed with one of his shirts he left behind. It was one that he purposely left behind because he knew that you loved the feeling of it (and because he loved seeing you in it). You smiled to him, as if you weren’t lying there with his shirt and shifted your spot, causing him to see a little peak of what’s in between your legs.

He gulped, it was a pair of lightly sheer panties, one of his favorite pairs that he accidentally ripped once and then paid for another pair for. He wondered if you were wearing the matching bra, but quickly took notice that he could see the outline of your nipples pressed up against the shirt.

“How was your shower?” You asked, clearing the silence. Tom’s eyebrows went up almost instantly, as he contemplated how to respond.

He cleared his throat, “It was – uh, good, great, actually.” He glanced away from you for a moment and scratched his head.

“So… are you like, uh, trying to rile me up right now or am I reading this situation wrong?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he focused his best on making his dick calm down.

Moldy pineapple. Spilling sewage. Earwax. Earwax. Earwax. EARWAX. His mind started shouting at his dick, repeating the words, imagining them in full detail.

“What situation, Tom?” Your voice came out nonchalantly, and the way you said his name made him squeeze his eyes shut.

“So, um, did you really have an emergency at work?” He asked, turning around to avoid looking at you and you snorted and then started laughing hard. He glanced back around, turning his head to look at you, holding your stomach hard as you continued to laugh, and he sighed out a small laugh.

“Alright, so you were trying to rile me up. You know I would usually know that stuff, but I didn’t cause of all that’s happened.” He stopped, and shook his head, “Let’s talk more about that later, but wow darling, you know how to get my heart racing.”

You slowly stopped laughing and responded, “Yeah, really? Well come over here and show me your racing heart.” Tom grinned widely, turning back around to face you, and rushed over to the bed.

He practically jumped on it and slid next to you, to lay down, facing you. He took ahold of your hand and brought it up to his chest, pressing it up against his chest to where his heart was underneath. You smiled softly as you felt his heartbeat and glanced back up to his face.

He was slightly blushing, smiling as well back to you. “I missed you a lot.” He whispered, and you slid your hand from his and lightly grasped one of his cheeks. Your thumb brushed against his bottom lip, and he leaned down closer to you, smiling even more before he kissed you gently.

Your lips kissed his softly back for a few moments before you two parted and sighed. “I missed you too, and this.” You whispered against his mouth and kissed him again, more passionately this time. The urgency in the kiss made Tom gasp slightly, kissing you back harder.

“Yeah, this is always great.” He mumbled against your lips, before slipping his tongue against yours in an open mouth kiss, and he tugged you closer, using a tight hand holding the shirt you were wearing. When you still weren’t close enough, he slipped his arm around your back and pulled you up against him, turning to lay on his back with you on top of him.

Your legs spread and rested on either side of his hips, grinding up against his shorts. He groaned loudly, breaking the kiss slightly and started to leave sloppy kisses around your cheek and around your ear, and your neck. He bit slightly onto your earlobe, and you gasped and chuckled at the feeling.

“You’re going to end up killing me at this point, sweetie. I’m going to have a heart attack or something.” He struggled to get out as you grinded move against him. You stopped for a moment and sat up, making Tom confused.

“Are you going to help me take this shirt off?” You asked, laughing as he grasped his chest as if he were in pain, dramatically.

“Of course, I will.” He responded, moving his hands down to the bottom of your shirt. He tried to take it off quickly, but you stopped him with another small laugh.

“Come on, Tom, let’s slow this down a little bit and enjoy it. You can fuck me later, how about you just… make love to me now.” You suggested, and Tom eyes widened a bit before he nodded.

“I can make love to you now, sure.” He agreed, blushing a little more. He loved seeing how much you wanted him just as he wanted you too. It was a way you showed your love and he found it incredible. He loved you so much and, in that moment, he agreed that it would be best to take this slow so you two can feel everything.

He wanted to show you everything of him too, to show how much he loved you, and to show how much he missed you.

He slid a hand under the shirt and slowly brought it up, stopping before your breasts fell out of the shirt. With his other hand, he circled a finger over the outline of one of your nipples causing you to gasp. It was such a small gesture, and it was barely anything, and it was over the shirt, it made Tom’s mouth open in surprise.

You got more sensitive these past few weeks it seemed. Maybe it was because you two haven’t done anything with each other for so long. He grinned as you moaned slightly, rubbing yourself a little harder onto his shorts, over his hard on.

“Aw baby, thought you wanted to take this slow?” He reminded you, and you almost rolled your eyes at his teasing.

He started to push harder against your nipple and then switched to the other one. You had closed your eyes, breathing heavily from the pleasure and Tom wanted to save this as a picture in his head, at how fucking hot you looked. Then he slowly rolled his fingers into a pinch, dragging your skin and the clothing away from you for just a moment causing you to gasp out from the different kind of pleasure.

“Do you like that?” He murmured to you, and you instantly nodded, opening your eyes to gaze down at him.

“I want to hear you, darling, haven’t heard you in so long, I want’ hear more of those sounds you’re making too.” He added, watching as your gaze darkened on him, opening your mouth to respond.

“I like it, babe. I like it a lot,” You sighed out, your hands trailing down to his body. You slipped a hand under his shirt too, lightly running your fingers up and down against his stomach, causing him to slightly shiver.

“Mm, can I take your shirt off completely now? Or should I go slower?” This time you did roll your eyes at him for bringing that up again, about going slower. You took your chances and removed your hands from his body and slipped the shirt off your body, throwing it off to the side.

It surprised him so much that you did that, he froze, making you chuckle. “Like what you see?” You whispered to him and the grip he had on your hips tightened, before he loosened it, rolling your skin in between his fingers.

“I do,” He responded, taking your hand in his, and bringing it to his chest again to show how fast his heart was beating. This time, both of you laughed at his actions and you shook your head at him.

“I think it’s time you take some medicine for that, old man.” You laughed, making Tom groan, thinking back to the conversation with your parents.

“Yeah, but I didn’t need Viagra, did I? Did that surprise you? Hmm, does this make me your sugar daddy?” He teased you back and you giggled even more.

“No way, don’t you dare call yourself a sugar daddy.” You laughed, and he ran his hands up and down your back.

“Alright, sugar baby.” He replied quickly, winking at you, and causing you two to laugh even more.

One of his hands slipped down to your underwear, causing you to shiver as he slipped past the clothing. He played with the hem a little bit, watching your reactions, and grinned at you. He gazed down to where you were grinding down on him and he sighed quietly as he moved you back, to take off your underwear.

“No fair, oldie.” You spoke up, watching him pull your underwear down your legs, and you kicked them off.

Before you could push it off the bed, Tom got a hold of them, “No way are these going on the floor. You know these are my favorite.” He responded, and then added, “It’s your turn to take off my clothes.”

You gasped as he brought the panties up to his nose and he breathed in, sniffing the underwear deeply. “Tom!” You gasped again as you watched him lean his head back and sigh loudly.

“That smelled delicious, I’m saving these. And can’t wait to taste you.” He said, his eyes closing as he savored the scent of you.

“I’m gonna’ need those back, old man. Don’t think you can keep those.” You tutted back, shaking your head at his behavior.

“Ugh, baby girl, stop calling me an old man! I’m still in my twenties.” He laughed, causing his body to shake, with yours shaking as well, above him.

“Only if you stop calling me those names. Besides, I think you’re forgetting your true age – like 45, right?” You huffed out a laugh back, raising an eyebrow at him as he started to focus on your chest again.

“Sure, at least that’s what you told your parents. And what the hell about the little swimmers?” He responded, massaging around your breasts, causing you to breathe in deeply, as if focusing not to make so much noise. He grinned at that, knowing you would make more of the sounds he loved from you.

You practically snorted when he mentioned what your dad said. “Yeah! About that, I need to set up an appointment for you to go see the doctor about it. Don’t want you shooting blanks forever.” With that, Tom grunted at you and pulled you down to lay on top of him, stopping you from taking off his shirt.

“As if I shoot blanks. You love my healthy cum.” He shot back, and you almost laughed again. You prompted yourself up a little, using his shoulders to help you up. Your breasts were practically in his face and he almost drooled as he stared at them.

“Healthy? How do you know your cum is healthy if you haven’t been to the doctor?” You asked, gazing as he leaned up and licked a strip of your skin, making you gasp in surprise. He was so close to your areolas again, and your nipples hardened as he brushed past them with his nose.

“Shut up, it is healthy, and you love it – you didn’t deny that.” He responded and you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

“Yeah, true, I love it.” You admitted, causing the both of you to chuckle again quietly.

“Okay, enough talking, let’s get back to this love making session.” Tom chuckled and you raised both your eyebrows at him, as if you couldn’t believe what he said. He was confused by what your expression meant until he heard you respond.

“Please don’t ever say that again.” You whispered, giggling hard at how he sounded. He laughed too, but you two slowed down and you leaned down to kiss him again.

Tom felt like he was finally back in the best place in his whole life (which was in your arms). You were on top of him, holding him up as he kissed, licked, and bit up your breasts. He loved being in this position, it was one of his favorite things to do, be between your breasts, kissing them and hearing you moan. And he loved seeing the aftermath of his bites, seeing all the bruises and marks around your chest.

“Oh, fuck, Tom,” You panted, pushing your hips up and down against him, and he groaned, biting down on one of your nipples, causing you to gasp loudly.

“S’ fucking good, I love your tits.” He mumbled against you, “Love you, all of you.” He continued and you nodded along.

“I love you too, Tom, I need more of you though.” You said, breathing heavily. You didn’t like that he was still fully clothed, so you tugged at his shirt, trying to get his attention to see that you wanted it off his body.

He finally pulled away from attacking your chest, and you huffed out a sigh, glancing down at your tits. Damn, he did some work on them. You were sure in the morning your chest would be covered in bruises.

“What if I wanted to wear a cute top tomorrow?” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, but Tom overheard and chuckled.

“You still can, only around me though. Unless you want to show everyone the artwork.” He responded, and you shook your head, laughing.

“No way, I was going to hang out with my parents again in the afternoon – um, and kinda maybe go out for drinks with my friends.” You whispered out the last part, wondering about whether or not you would go out with your friends now. There was still some more to talk about with Tom, if things didn’t exactly go good today.

“What? You should go out with them! Can I come along with some friends too? I promise they’ll get along with your friends.” He spoke up, a hopeful feeling blossoming in his chest.

You blinked in surprise at him, smiling as well, “Oh, uh, yeah! Yeah sure, we just need to talk some more I think, to make sure we’re on the same page with everything.”  

Tom was confused for a moment before he realized what you meant. You two still needed to talk about exactly what your parents were saying and how the relationship was going to move on from this. He nodded back to you, understanding.

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded again and you grinned.

“Yeah, after this.” You responded and he laughed, sitting up to give you a kiss. You pushed him back though and shook your head.

“Nope, oldie, I want to take your clothes off, remember?” You giggled, and he nodded, huffing out some air but quickly helped you take his shirt off.

You also threw it off the bed, making him laugh a little. He still wanted to keep those panties of yours, so he stuffed them somewhere else on the bed, out of your reach.

You wiggled off of his lap and gazed down to his shorts, feeling your cheeks warm up as you saw the patches of wetness you left on there. Tom saw it too, and he grinned, loving that it was there.

“You know how hot I find this shit, right here?” He asked you rhetorically and you shook your head at him.

“Shut up, weirdo, first with my panties and now this.” You teased him and he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

You motioned for him to lift his hips up so you could slide his shorts off his waist, and he did, wiggling his eyebrows to you as you pulled them off and you laughed, looking away from him.

“Tom, babe, do you want us to have sexy time right now? Or do you want to keep making me laugh?” Your question made him pause and smile at you.

“Both, because I missed doing those to you all those weeks. But I’ll calm it down.” His answer made you realize how much he missed you and you almost “awed” out loud to him, but you stopped yourself.

After taking off his shorts, you pulled him into another sweet kiss as you toyed with his boxers. He sighed into the kiss as you slipped your hand underneath his boxers, slightly touching his dick. You smoothed a finger over the head of his dick, making his hips shudder back and forth.

“I missed this so much.” You whispered into his ear after you pulled away from the kiss. You focused on his ear with your mouth, biting and sucking parts of his ear and his neck while your hand slowly captured around his dick under his boxers.

“Me too…” He sighed out, closing his eyes in bliss from your touch.

You pulled away so you could take off his boxers too, and you slipped them off his hips, leaving them down by his knees. You gazed down to his hard on, smiling as you pressed a finger into his slit, causing more pre-cum to ooze out.

“Oh! Fuck.” He cursed, breathing in deeply, as he watched you touch him.

You moved two fingers down to collect it and smear it around his head, and you repositioned yourself so you could concentrate on his cock better. You lay down on your stomach, while Tom was sitting up against some pillows and you were close to his hips.

You glanced up to see his expression, his face was flushed red, and he had a dazed look on his face. You grinned at it, before looking back down and giving his cock a small and fast lick. It happened within two seconds, and it made Tom gasp, shutting his eyes tight.

You continued, spreading some spit and some of his pre-cum down the rest of his cock, and started to move your grip around him up and down. His gasping and moans started to pour out as you continued to lick parts of his cock, pulling it closer to you so you could wrap your mouth around the head of his cock.

You licked around it slowly and made sure to flatten your tongue against it, making Tom curse out your name.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum already,” He whimpered out, pulling your head away from his dick. You hummed softly, gazing up at him as you licked around your lips, making sure you got all of his pre-cum in your mouth, tasting it.

“I miss your cum, baby. Is it okay if I suck you off?” Your question made him curse again, “Fuck…” He dragged the word out, eyes straining on you.

“Don’t you want me in you?” His question came out in pants, and you nodded before adding, “That can always be for the second round.”

His eyes bulged open at your words, “Oh darling, I didn’t know you were up for that today. If we do that, we’re going to be stuck in bed for a few more hours, is that okay?” You smiled at his words, excited for it as you missed doing this so much with him.

“Yes! I’m up for it, I want your cum everywhere.” You responded almost instantly and then you gasped at yourself for saying that, causing Tom and you to both laugh.

“Oh, I know you do. So, do you want me to come in your mouth first then? You miss my taste, love?” His voice came out as a murmur and you nodded to him, wanting to continue. He let go of your head, letting you get back to what you were doing.

While you put him back into your mouth, he groaned loudly, “I didn’t know this classified as love making, but it’s great.” You hummed against his dick, making his twitch and gasp again.

You pressed your tongue onto him as you slowly started to go up and down on his dick with your mouth, taking as much as you could of him into your mouth, letting him into your throat. You held back your gagging as much as possible, and grasped a hand around the rest of him that you weren’t able to take in your mouth.

Your other hand went down to his balls, cupping one of them gently and rubbing your fingers around it, then doing it to the other. Tom was a groaning mess, hips almost hitting up into your mouth each time you went down on him, as if to push more of himself into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, fuck me, you’re so good at this.” He cried out, hands grasping into your hair. He kept hitting his head back against the headboard of the bed, as more and more pleasure came to him.

You pulled away and started focusing on the head of his cock again, pressing your tongue down on it, licking and licking over again, making Tom moan.

You pressed a kiss against his cock, licking all the way down and up again around his cock. You put your hand around his cock again, squeezing gently, making sure you didn’t hurt him. Your hand was all wet from your spit and his pre-cum and you slowly dragged your hand up to the head of his cock before you wrapped your lips around him again slowly going down at the same time as your hand.

“Baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna’ come right now, oh fuck,” He panted out, pushing your head down so you could swallow all of his cock.

You almost gagged, and your eyes started to tear up, but you kept it back as you felt his cum start going down your throat. You continued to swallow and swallow over again, making sure you got all of it as he continued to spurt into your mouth.

You pulled back just a little bit so you could taste him better, since he was only hitting the back of your throat. Finally, you captured some of the taste and moaned loudly against his cock as he continued to come more and more, and he shivered at the feeling, almost collapsing against the pillows behind him.

“Oh, fuck me, your mouth is amazing.” He cried out, and finally his cum started to slow and come to a stop. You kept him in your mouth until you felt as though all the cum came out of him.

You slowly removed him from your mouth, making sure to be careful around his sensitive cock now. You gulped down the rest of the cum in your mouth before you spoke up.

“Tom, that was so good,” You paused, gazing down at his cock. “Fuck, that tasted great. I missed that.” You continued as Tom was slowly recovering from his orgasm.

“You really make me the luckiest man alive.” He whispered, pulling you up to his face so he could kiss you. He didn’t care that he could taste his cum on your lips, and he didn’t care when he opened his mouth to bring your tongue next to his, feeling some left over cum in your mouth.

He actually loved it.

You moaned into the kiss, making Tom melt even more. You pulled away once you needed to breathe, “Tom, when exactly are you going to be able to go again? I want to taste you more…Maybe we should actually get you a bottle of Viagra.” His eyes widened at your words, surprised you wanted to do that again!

And Viagra? No, he was too young to use that. He would be ready soon enough.

“Shut up, I do not need Viagra.” He laughed quietly, shaking his head at you.

“Mm, you sure, old man? I thought you’d be ready by now?” Your response made him laugh even louder, and he even coughed from laughing.

“What? Oh fuck, I am not a superhero with super stamina, no matter how much I try. It takes time, I’ll be ready to go again in 10 minutes.” He laughed, being reminded of all the Spiderman and even Uncharted memes he’s seen on Twitter.

You rolled your eyes, “Ugh, so long… I’m going to go get us some cups of water.” He stopped you as fast as he could, laughing as he dragged you back into the bed.

“No, you don’t. Do you think I just turn off when my dick is soft?” He asked, watching as you furrowed your eyebrows and glanced to the side, as if you were confused about it.

When you didn’t answer him within a few seconds, he gasped at you, “Did you really think that? I can still do so much, during these 10 minutes.”

You shook your head at him, “Uh, like what? In the past, you usually just played with my tits or kissed me until you were ready again.”

Tom blushed, “Yeah, I do that… And I can do more.”

You gazed at him with narrowed eyes, “Yeah, sure you can.” It took him a moment to realize that he still hasn’t made you cum at least once already and he was surprised. Usually, he was the one that took action first, making sure you came a few times before you two did something together or you sucked him off and then had sex.

“I’m serious. I’m good at this.” He defended himself, pulling you closer again to kiss you. You kissed him back with a smile, not believing him but you were okay with it. You still enjoyed being around him like this.

With him continuing to say he was so good at doing something during a 10-minute time period you finally pulled back from the kiss and challenged him. “Fine, I’ll admit you’re good if you can make me cum in less than 10 minutes. If you can’t, no harm is done. I’ll still love you.” You spoke up.

Tom accepted the challenge instantly, “I can do that, easily. Actually, pretty sure I can make you cum at least two times in that time period.”

He has to be joking, you thought. There was no way that he could do that… right? You thought back to all the times he’s given you orgasms and sure there was quite a lot, but you don’t remember coming twice in ten minutes.

Well, at the same time, you never really timed it either, so you weren’t quite 100% that Tom couldn’t do it.

“Let’s see it happen, old man.” You replied, and he smirked, something you missed seeing for those few weeks.

He was honestly having one of the best days of his life right here, that’s what he believed. Finally getting to see you again, fuck, he swore he didn’t want to go a day without you in it again. He didn’t realize how much you made him feel human and normal, and happy, and when you weren’t near him for so long, it all went away. He was glad to be back here, between your legs.

The challenge was going to be easy for him. He knew exactly what and how to give you orgasms. He grinned at the sight of your wet pussy. Oh, he missed this so much.

“Hmm, I see you missed me too, huh?” He spoke as he finally lowered his head down to your pussy. So pretty, he thought. He trailed two fingers around you, enjoying your deep intake of air. You have become so sensitive without him here for the last few weeks.

He stroked a finger up and down very lightly, barely touching your pussy, as he glanced up at you to see how you were doing. You were already trembling, and you were glaring at him.

“Tom, stop fucking teasing me.” You bit out, continuing, “If you continue, I doubt I’ll cum in less than 10 minutes…” You trailed off, raising an eyebrow at him.

He scoffed at you, “Sure thing.” And just like that he dug in. His tongue lapped up and down your pussy, dragging it so slowly up to your clit. He pressed his tongue down onto your clit with more pressure than he was doing earlier, making you gasp loudly.

“You taste so good,” He moaned into you, sticking a finger into you, starting to pump into you slowly. He couldn’t help himself as he continued to lap his tongue around your pussy, and he paused again around your clit, this time pressing his lips around your clit and sucking it up into his mouth harshly.

You cried out, it was almost painful to feel, but it was still a good type of pain. “Fuck!” You yelled, grabbing onto the back of Tom’s head and pushing him further on your pussy, grinding your hips up into his face.

He was mumbling random sweet nothings into you, now pushing a second finger into you and going faster, letting go of his aggression on your clit. He pressed a kiss on it, then started to lick again, up onto the hood of your clit.

“Tom! Tom, fuck! Shit!” You were trying your best not to squeeze your legs around his head. You were whimpering, moaning loudly and you couldn’t stop this orgasm from rolling out of you. You couldn’t even warn him ahead of time because of how intense it was, making your head hit against the pillow hard.

You were coming onto his face, hard, it made him groan into you, licking it all up, making sure he got everything on his tongue. He loved your taste, it was incredible. He missed it so much, he wanted to savor it.

Three fingers in you now, pumping in and out quickly. His fingers were curled up, pressing up against the spot, causing you to scream again.

You weren’t ready, it was too much. You didn’t masturbate at all during these last few weeks, this was so much, too much of it. You were shaking hard, still grinding up against his face and he didn’t stop though, loving your reactions.

“Such a good girl, keep going, baby.” He pulled away just to tell you that, and you were hesitant, feeling like it would be too much now. You voiced it to Tom, who quickly responded.

“Mm, but then I’d lose that challenge. Told you I can make you cum twice, didn’t I? I know you can, you still got at least another three rounds in you.” He grinned, watching you mutter some curses under your breath.

He went back down on you, enjoying how soaking wet you were.

“Asshole…” You breathed out, eyes clenching closed for a few moments as Tom licked in circles around your clit. You knew for a fact at this point that he would certainly get another orgasm out of you, and that was irritating but you loved it.

You missed him a lot, and you could tell he really did miss you too.

“Tom! Fuck…” It happened so fast, you didn’t get to say anything else as you felt it rush out of you. Tom grinned smugly, continuing to finger fuck you again.

“I told you so!” He practically sang it, laughing as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Mm, yeah whatever.” You mumbled at him, and he continued to smile, breathing in deeply as he pulled away from in between your legs.

You two laid in silence for a few moments, as you two stared at each other in thought. You barely have seen him look so happy and relaxed, you were a bit surprised, but you felt even more happy from it. You wondered momentarily if things were going to continue being this good, or if you two were going to have problems again. It would suck, but you were still a bit hopeful that if you two were going to argue again, you could talk it out. That would have to work, or else maybe you two weren’t right for each other.

You pushed the thought out of your mind as Tom softly placed a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently on your face.

“I missed you a lot. More than I could handle.”

“I missed you too, Tom.” You responded, then a random thought of your coworker made your lips quirk up, causing Tom to furrow his eyebrows at you.

“What is it?” He asked, grinning softly at you as you laughed and shook your head.

“Uh, it’s just my coworker, Christine, I just remembered what she said earlier.” You paused, laughing a little again as Tom’s eyes widened.

“Oh fuck, please don’t tell me Evan told her about me and then she said something to you.” He pleaded but then you squeezed your eyes shut, giggling even more as he groaned at you.

“No….” He dragged out, rolling to face up to the ceiling, instead of staying on his side. He put his hands over his head, groaning again, “Fuck no.” It just made you laugh more at him.

“It wasn’t that bad.” You tried to say, but a chuckle came out, making Tom shake his head. “I’m pretty sure she was over exaggerating – like when she said you went to their place and got drunk and started crying in the bathroom.” You explained, eyes glancing at Tom as he gulped.

“No, she wasn’t over exaggerating. I cried in their bathroom.” He answered, dragging his hands off his face now.

“What, why?” You burst out laughing again, not believing him. How drunk did he get? Or maybe they watched a sad movie, but still it was so unexpected to hear that was true.

“I uh, saw a picture of you and Christine pinned on their fridge. And then I went into the bathroom to calm down and they use the same soap we use for our hand soap.” He replied, and then quickly added, “I was drunk, and I was talking about how much I missed you earlier in the evening so it was surprising and made me sad again.”

You stopped your laughing slowly, watching as he sighed out in embarrassment. “Aww, baby. I didn’t realize you would be that upset.” You said, frowning a bit.

He glanced at you in shock, “Of course I really was sad. I felt like everything I did was wrong, and I thought I really messed up the future with us.  I couldn’t cope at all and every time I saw a reminder of you, I felt horrible.”

You were stunned in silence. He continued, “I talked to your friends a lot. I’m not sure if they told you that…but after I met up with them that first time, I kept talking to them, asking if I should reach out to you or not. They said not to, it would be better to wait for you to feel better. I really wanted to apologize earlier. I still should’ve waited longer, I know that. But that picture that I sent – fuck, I thought you’d get your friends to kill me or something, I wanted to delete it.”

“And imagining my life without you? No, not a fun thing. Every time I fell asleep, I’d have dreams of you and each time I woke up, I felt horrible knowing you weren’t really next to me. The time I spent away from you was kind of a wake-up call, telling me it’s time to be mature and stop fucking around with my friends so much, and – uh, well a few other things.” He finished up.

“Tom…” You trailed off, “I’m surprised. I didn’t know it affected you so much. If I did, I would have reached out to you. But yeah, I’m glad that you had the wake-up call about us and everything.”

“Right, yeah. Even though I had that wake-up call, I knew I couldn’t just reach out to you because I thought it would make you upset. I didn’t want to make you sad again, and I was staying with some friends during that time. We drank a lot too, I’m not going to hide that from you, but I’m done with drinking for a long time for now. After what happened… yeah, not planning on drinking.” Tom chuckled at the end.

You raised your eyebrows, “You mean you’re going to quit drinking? That’s a big deal. You guys drink almost every night.” You were talking about him and his friends hanging out together.

“If that’s what it takes to be mature and be the man I should be, then yeah.” He confirmed it.

“Woah, so no more icky beer breath?” You joked, hoping to lighten up the mood slightly.

Tom laughed, “It wasn’t that bad!” You shook your head at him, giggling a bit as he turned to face you again.

“And also, my friends wouldn’t kill you or anything, by the way.” You added, finding his seriousness about your friends being ruthless with him funny. You didn’t think they’d hurt him or anything, but the thought of your friends play-threatening him and him taking it seriously, made you laugh.

“Baby, no, they absolutely would. Especially Maria.” Tom huffed out, shaking his head at the thought of Maria. He looked like he was scared.

“Shut up, Maria is a sweetheart! She wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” You defended her, laughing at his accusations. She was one of your closest friends. She’s supported you through so many things, and you have for her as well. But you’ve never heard of anyone saying she’d kill someone, that was a bit funny.

“Are we talking about the same Maria?” He looked so intense, you laughed more.

He was smiling when you slowly stopped laughing, and you were confused, “Hm, what?” You asked, wondering what he was smiling so brightly at you.

“I just love you.” He whispered, causing you to feel a rush of heat to your cheeks.

“I love you too, baby.” You mumbled back as he scooted closer to you, meeting your lips in a kiss.

He groaned when you pulled away too soon, “Do you want to continue where we left off?” His question made you squeak out a laugh.

“I would definitely like to continue where we left off.” You shot back, and he giggled slightly, rolling so he was on top of you.

There was something so special about looking at him from this angle. You couldn’t exactly place it on your tongue, but this was one of those sights that you’d always remember, no matter what. The love and desire in his eyes and that smile on his lips was incredible.

“I love you.” You whispered again just as he placed his lips on yours, then you felt his smile widen, and you knew he loved you just as much.

You could say it over and over again, and you’d know he would reciprocate.

He kissed his way down to your chest, making you moan quietly as he focused on one of your nipples. He licked and bit randomly, chuckling when he heard you groan or shudder at the feeling. His hands wouldn’t leave your body, gripping hard as he made you feel even better.

“Fuck, you feel ready for me.” He groaned, slipping a finger up into your pussy. You shifted your hips, trying to get more of his finger.

“I want you, Tom.” You moaned, eyes gazing down at him. He gulped at the sight, whispering something against your skin before he pulled away. He took his finger away, and then placed it in his mouth, savoring the flavor of you as he twirled his finger around in his mouth.

“Just fuck me already.” You practically begged him, watching as he shifted his position.

“Okay baby,” He paused, shaking his head, “Next time, you better say please.”

You almost rolled your eyes at him but stopped as he slowly started to enter your pussy. He grunted out a curse, head rolling back before he dove deeper, sliding his cock more into you.

You didn’t care about the slight pain, knowing it would be covered with pleasure soon. Tom fully pushed his way in and then stopped, gazing down at you. “Feeling alright?” His question was met with a nod.

“Yes, come on, Tom!” You pushed your hips up, making him squeeze his eyes close.

“Fuck, okay. You can get away with not having manners right now.” Tom grounded out, hips slapping against yours as he started to fuck you.

It was a slow and steady pace at first, and each time he was fully inside of you, he gazed down at where you two were connected, as if he was trying to take a picture.

“And when we’re done with making love – as you call it, then I’m going to fuck you.” He continued his thought, grinning when you voiced out a small, “Huh?”

Then he started going at it, fucking finally.

His hold on you tightened as he started to go in and out at a faster pace, slamming deep inside of you. You felt so sensitive from the past few minutes, you already knew you were going to come again, and fast at that. You couldn’t believe it, and looking at Tom’s face, you were sure he was about to come too.

You gasped as he moved his hips at a different angle, hitting you inside at a faster pace. He groaned as you clenched around him and leaned down and kissed your lips. You smiled into the kiss, finding it sweet but then he slipped his tongue out, leading into an open kiss.

You pushed your hips up to meet him as he pushed into you, causing him to moan into the kiss.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come soon. Are you close?” He mumbled into your ear. You nodded a yes to him, grinning at the fucked out look on his face. His dick hit you even deeper when he shifted again, and you gasped as it hit your g-spot.

“Right there,” you panted loudly, “Hit – there, oh fuck, Tom, right there, please.” You begged, eyes watering as your orgasm was just about to happen.

“Good girl, keep going, I’m going to come now. Come with me.” Tom leaned down and kissed you, a small moan tumbling out of him when he finally burst, coming into you deeply. It continued to push out into your pussy, and you whimpered loudly when you felt yourself let go.

He stilled inside of you, dropping down on top of your body, with a huff of air. “Fuck that was amazing.” He mumbled to you, kissing the side of your face which made you smile.

“Yeah, it was, babe.” You responded, smiling even more when you realized he was still inside of you. It looked like he knew what you were thinking about, and he smirked, putting a hand on the side of your face softly and leaned down to kiss your lips again.

“Do you wanna go again?”

The question made you wheeze out a laugh, but you quickly kissed him again, more passionately to give him an answer.

“I’d love to, but maybe after we get some food.” You said, reluctantly pulling away. Tom pouted softly but he nodded and then rolled off of you. Then he sent you a cheeky glance and said, “Be right back.”

You watched as he ran out of the bedroom, fully naked and then you heard him open the front door of the house. You gasped to yourself, laughing and wondering what the hell he was doing. After another few moments, you heard the door shut, and then he ran back into the room with a bright red face and a bag.

“I forgot I was naked.” He admitted, brushing a hand through his hair before he laughed to himself and then held up the bag.

“Got you that pasta from our favorite restaurant. And garlic bread and a slice of cake. I ordered it a while ago, when we were taking a water break, it’s just been sitting out there for a while but it’s still warm.” He continued, and you sat up in surprise and then stared at him in shock.

“No way.” You grounded out, eyes widened at the bag of delicious food. “Really?” You asked excitedly, and then you laughed happily as Tom nodded to you.

“Just wanna say that your mom was the one that told me to order it. She’s awesome.” He brought up as you two started to eat on the bed.

“My mom’s the best.” You choked out a laugh, shaking your head.

The two of you continued to eat, giggling over stupid stuff on the bed. It took a while to finish the food but once you did, Tom picked up the trash and threw it away. Then he attacked you with tickles on the bed, which led to a lot more hours of fun.

-

You felt so sore when you woke up, it actually hurt to move your legs. After spending the entire day in bed with him, you sure were tired still. He laid across from you with a little sleepy grin on his face, head laying flat on the pillow and his legs were wrapped around yours.

You curled your hands away from him carefully, since you had them wrapped up in his hair. You must’ve accidentally tugged some hair since he groaned slightly and moved his position.

You chuckled at the expression on his face, causing him to fully wake up. “Huh?” He groaned out slowly.

You didn’t say anything back, you just smiled, watching as he blinked up at you a few times and then comprehended where he was. Then he instantly smiled brightly, eyes crinkling together too.

“You’re cute.” You whispered, not wanting to break the morning moment. He rolled his eyes at you playfully.

“I think you mean I’m handsome.” He chuckled tiredly. You raised an eyebrow at his words, making him shake his head at you and chuckle more.

“You hungry for some breakfast?” You asked, feeling a rumble in your stomach. Tom instantly shot up, nodding like he was starving.

“Yeah, I mean – I would totally make a comment about wanting to have you for breakfast, but I’m hungry and down to do that after?” He phrased it all out as a question, making you laugh hard.

“I would be down to do that after breakfast too.” You laughed again, rolling out of bed, away from the warmth. You almost shivered but then you slipped on some socks and dragged a blanket out of bed, with Tom giggling about how cute you looked.

You found your phone outside the room, almost grimacing when you saw all the missed calls and texts and then you saw the time. Your eyes bulged out, gasping as you realized it was 3PM, definitely not the time for breakfast.

“Tom! Shit, it’s way past breakfast and lunch.” You called out, laughing at yourself as you pulled up all your messages. You pressed on the messages from your mom first, reading through them with a grin. She sent a picture with your dad at the park, and she said they were feeling like going on a date, and that she’d call you later tonight to plan to see you tomorrow.

You sent her a quick response and laughed when you looked at the messages from your dad. He sent a ton of pictures, one specifically made you laugh harder. It was a picture of a Viagra commercial, and he sent, “Let me know if Tom needs to see a doctor for this, I have a few doctor friends.”

You showed the text to Tom, who blushed deeply and shook his head.

“I can’t believe we spoke about that. I don’t need Viagra, I think I proved that to you earlier.” He spoke up, raising his eyebrows at you, then winked.

“You certainly did.” You chuckled, then sent a message to your dad, replying that you would speak to him and your mom later in the day.

“So, in the mood for lunch? Or uh, very early dinner?” Tom asked, gazing at the clock on the wall as you two walked into the kitchen.

“Mm, well I’m hungry for anything really. Oh wait, Maria just texted me.” You responded, then clicked onto the text from her. It was in the group chat, which was spammed with so many messages.

All of them were asking about you and if you and Tom had finally made up. You smiled, typing a small explanation about your day yesterday and then pressed send. The moment it sent through, your phone started ringing and Tom laughed, glancing at who was calling.

“Sophia is also a bit scary, she said she’d beat me up.” He said just as you answered and put it on speaker. She overhead it and responded quickly, “Damn right I will if you hurt our girl.”

You laughed at the two of them, “Come on guys, it’s all cool now. We spoke and things are good.” You watched as Tom went to go look in the fridge and then he turned around to face you and winked again, whispering, “Really good.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as Sophia spoke up, “Alright, good, cause we’re going out. We wanna hang out with you two together finally. There’s happy hour all day at the hotel right now, it’s really pretty out here.” The hotel all your friends were staying at was about a twenty-minute drive, and you glanced over to Tom, silently questioning if he’d like to go.

You were planning on hanging out with them today for sure too. You wanted to make sure to see them as much as you could before they left. You didn’t get to see them that often.

“Oh really? Is there good food?” You asked her, feeling giddy when Tom smiled over at you and nodded.

“Yes, oh fuck, the nachos are to die for.” She groaned into the phone, making you chuckle.

“There’s guacamole, right?” You asked, hoping for it. That’s the good shit right there – guac and chips. Thankfully, Sophia responded with a loud, “Yes!” Then you heard a few of your other friends over the phone, chatting about what they were going to wear.

You chuckled and responded, “Okay, we can come by. We’ll get ready and hop in the car.” Tom grabbed two cookies from the fridge before he walked over to you, wrapping an arm around you as Sophie responded and said goodbye.

You ate one of the cookies, watching as Tom ate his, smiling at the crumb on the corner of his lip. You got up on your tiptoes and licked it off of his lip, giggling when he gasped and squeezed you into a hug.

“We need to shower before we go.” He whispered down to you, gazing pointedly down to the both of you. You two were covered in old sweat and spit and you could feel some sticky parts on your body.

You nodded and guided him towards the bathroom as he kissed little pecks on the top of your head. You started the shower, grinning at Tom as he took the blanket off of you. And then you took off your socks and checked the water temperature, making sure it was at a good heat.

As you were getting it ready and getting into the shower, Tom started to speak up, “Should I ask my friends to go to the hotel and we can all meet together? Have our friends hang out?” You blinked in surprise, but the idea excited you. You wanted to know what it would be like to have all of them hang out together, so you nodded a yes to him.

“Yeah! I think that would be good, see what it’s like.” You responded and Tom walked over after sending a message to his friends, getting into the shower with you, then kissed your lips softly.

“You’re so sweet.” He mumbled against your lips, and you pulled him back in before he went away. You kissed him again, not feeling like it was enough. Even though you two spent all day together in bed yesterday, you still felt like you missed out on so much affection and touch from him during the time you spent apart.

He groaned into the kiss, pushing his body against yours under the hot water rushing down onto the two of you. It felt so good, so perfect to be like this again. You could feel how he breathed in deeply, and how he shivered against you and how he reacted to everything you did.

You opened your mouth to continue kissing him, licking his bottom lip before slipping a hand up into his hair to give it a quick tug. He moaned softly into the kiss, “Baby…”, and you smirked, pulling away from him just enough to give him some room to talk.

“We’re going to be late if we continue.” He warned you and you barely shrugged, not caring as much since you wanted to be with him. Instead of verbally responding, you pushed your breasts up to press against his chest, pushing them so they would softly push up into his vision.

He gazed down to them with a sigh, “Okay, fuck being on time, I missed your tits.” He bent down and kissed each of them softly. “Missed them so much.” He mumbled against the skin of one of them, causing you to shiver.

You were always pretty sensitive there, and he knew it. “Yeah, they missed you too.” You huffed out a laugh, before gaping at how he immediately tugged one of your nipples into his mouth, biting down hard.

“Fuck Tom! That’s – shit, ow, wait,” You panted out as he started to suck on it, then licked around the area, flicking his tongue at the stiff nipple. His hand grasped the other, massaging it and circling his thumb around your nipple before pinching it tightly.

“So pretty,” He whispered, taking it out of his mouth, licking a long stripe on your breast, then taking the nipple he was pinching into his mouth, instantly smoothing soft licks over it to calm it down.

You panted hard, feeling it was a bit unfair, so your hand crept down to his growing hard on, flicking a finger up and down it, teasing him.

“Don’t do that, love, you know what happens if you do.” He warned you, pulling away reluctantly from your nipple. You rolled your eyes at him, “Hm, really? I don’t think I know what happens.”

He chuckled at your behavior, tugging your hand away from him and his other hand grasped around your throat, just laying there without squeezing you. Your eyes widened at him, surprised at the turn of events.

“I remember you liked this. Don’t think I’d forget about that.” He spoke up, raising an eyebrow at you.

You felt heat rise up in your cheeks, “Yeah, I actually did think you’d forget about it, it’s not something we usually do.” He grinned at you, and you completely forgot what you were doing just a few moments ago.

“Would you like to do it more often? I’m definitely open to this, I like seeing that look in your eyes.” He asked, giving an experimental squeeze. Your mouth dropped open, your arousal doubling at the feeling, and he did it again.

“Oh, fuck.” You whimpered as he squeezed harder, tugging your head up to his. He dragged you into a passionate kiss and pushed you up against the wall, supporting your weight as you wrapped your legs around him at the waist.

You automatically rocked your hips to his, grinding against him during the kiss, and he panted hotly against you, squeezing your throat again.

The water wasn’t spraying down on you directly anymore, since you were back against the wall, but it was hitting Tom completely. The water slipped down between you two, making it feel even better, you shivered at the temperature difference.

His other hand had pushed between you two, pinching again at your nipple and causing you to squirm up into him even more. He chuckled into the kiss at your reaction, doing it even more. He pulled away from your nipple when you cried out his name, “Tom, please!”

His hand went underneath you, pressing up against your ass to support your weight as he pulled you off the wall and pulled you back into the water.

You two were fully soaked now, and he hesitantly pulled away from the kiss, wanting to put some shampoo in your hair.

After all, you two had to get clean, right?

Thankfully, the shampoo was on a shelf built into the shower, and he grabbed it with ease, and you helped him open it.

“Should I get down?” You asked, wondering if he was having trouble, and he shook his head.

“No, I’m going to fuck you while washing your hair.” He replied, nonchalantly.

“Oh!” You gulped, causing him to laugh slightly. “As long as you’re okay with that, of course.” He added, making sure that you felt okay, and you instantly nodded.

“Yes please, I am definitely cool with that.” Your voice cracked a little and he smiled at you, turning to rub the shampoo into your hair. He pushed you back up against the wall as he scrubbed it in, while he started to adjust how he was standing.

“Ready?” He asked gently and you replied with a sweet kiss. He pushed into your pussy after a moment and slowly sunk in, moaning loudly into the kiss.

“Fuck…” He let out, pulling away from your lips as you breathed in deeply, adjusting to the size of him. You could feel every part of it, and then he pulled back out slowly, rubbing the shampoo in your hair. It felt incredible, but you were still so sore from yesterday.

He pumped in and out of you as he scrubbed and massaged the shampoo into your scalp and hair. The two of you breathed heavily, as you stared up at him. It felt so intimate, and you missed him so much, glad that you were in his presence now.

You clenched your pussy around him, pleased to hear his little groan. “Mm, okay, time to rinse it out.” He mumbled, pulling you closer to him with your legs still wrapped around his torso. The water poured down onto your head, and Tom blocked the water from hitting your eyes with his hand. He smoothed the shampoo suds out of your hair, and you smiled up at him, grateful.

When it all rinsed out, he put some conditioner in your hair. He stopped pumping in and out, instead he chose to just keep inside of you. You shivered and tried to move, feeling a bit of an uncomfortable heat.

“You feel, okay?” He asked you nonchalantly. You almost rolled your eyes at him but answered, “Kinda want you to move… like fuck me.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Oh, yeah? Mm, not happening until your hair’s clean.” You sputtered out a few curse words, shaking your head.

“But Tom!” You protested, and he shrugged.

“What? You’re dirty and you need to clean up.” He replied, not moving his hips at all.

“But I want you to fuck me, I need you to.” You moaned, head rolling back. He shook his head, looking amused at your words.

“You need me? How bad?” He played along with you, and you bit your lip, feeling frustrated he was acting like a jerk (a hot jerk). You didn’t respond verbally at all, instead you gave him a stare that should have translated into everything you were currently internally shouting at him to fucking move it.

“Oh, that bad, huh?” He practically giggled at your stare, making you sputter out loud, “Huh!”

“You’re going to have to talk to me, I’m not a mind reader.” He let out as his eyes traced down to your breasts again, watching the water drip down them.

You lifted a brow at him, amused at what his mouth was saying and what his eyes were saying, “Apparently, I’m a mind reader because I know what that look means. Go on then, give them some kisses, maybe that’ll knock some sense into you and finally finish fucking me.” You chatted, a light smile danced on your lips.

He rolled his eyes at you, but you noticed his bright blush that appeared. “You’re talking too much for a girl who wants to be fucked.” He shot back, you grinned at the playful mood he was in.

“Yeah. So, what are you going to do about it?” You tilted your head at him, exposing more of your neck as the water seared down your skin, making its way down your chest, he gulped at the sight.

He finally moved his fucking hips, cock slipping deeper into your pussy and then back out at a fast pace. His head burrowed down into your neck, mouth biting down onto your skin, followed by a few rough kisses and licks that had you moaning.

He pulled away to stare at you while he fucked you. “You never know when to close your mouth. Good thing I can fuck you silent.” He sighed deeply. You gaped at him, a fluttering deep in your stomach.

You couldn’t help but clench around his dick, feeling each detail of his dick that you memorized earlier. You liked watching how it affected him, the little groan that came out made you bite back your smile. His hands moved, one going to your hips, griping on the side tightly.

His other hand moved to your neck, grasping it slightly like he did before.

He fucked you hard and fast against the shower wall, chocking you whenever you clenched around his dick or tried to tease him. You reached your peak quickly, head pushing into his tight grasp as you tried to warn him, but he only leaned down and kissed you, “Go on, come for me.” He spoke into your ear, and you gasped, lifting your hips to meet his as you finally came, falling deep into your orgasm.

He came after you did, slowing his pace as his cum started to drip down and leak out of your pussy. He pulled out with a sigh, and kissed you again, then scooped up the cum that was smeared on your inner thighs and pressed his fingers into your mouth.

“Good girl, now let’s finish cleaning up.”

-

You two left about forty minutes later, after getting out of the shower and getting dressed. Tom was wearing one of the shirts you got him for a previous birthday of his, and he unbuttoned the first three buttons to show all the hickeys you left on him. You wore something that covered up a bit more, not wanting to have his love all on display. You were sure you had bruises forming around your neck too.

“Woah, finally you guys made it!” One of your friends cheered, bringing everyone’s attention to the two of you. You guys walked towards them, after you went into the hotel lobby.

“Aw, there’s the happy couple. Tom, I need to speak with you privately for a moment.” Another one of your friends said, looking serious. Tom gulped but nodded and agreed to talk to her privately. It was Ana, one of your closest friends. She was one of the funniest friends you had.

“If you hurt my friend again, I’m going to make you wish you were never born. Your friends will despise you and your family will disown you once I’m done with you. You’re going to regret living, when I finally decide to leave you alone.” Ana sneered at him once they made sure they were in private. Tom’s eyes widened.

“Oh! Fuck, okay, got it.” He stumbled out, waving his hands in front of him in a rush.

He didn’t realize it was practically your whole friend group that would say and do that stuff to him, but at the same time he felt a bit proud and happy for you. You had a great relationship with your friends and your family, it was something he thought was amazing.

“They got the nachos! Yes, let’s eat some, I’m starving.” You called out, bringing Tom’s attention back to you. He excused himself from Ana, and then strolled back to you with a soft smile.

“I got you extra guacamole, sweetie. Love you.” Ana spoke up, specifically to you. She glanced over at Tom and gave him a mean glare, but somehow hid it from you when you replied to her.

“Aw I love you guys – oh wait, where are your friends?” You said, grinning widely at her and then gazed at Tom, tilting your head in his direction.

“They’re on their way, I texted them when we got out of the car. I think they’ll be here in about five minutes.” He replied, nodding to you.

One of the waiters brought out another plate of nachos, making everyone cheer. One of your friends ordered you a drink, and Tom ordered a round for everyone as well. He didn’t get anything to drink though because he still felt like he had enough to drink from that other night for Harrison’s party.

“Thank you so much, oh these are so yummy.” You groaned, serving yourself a plate of nachos. You dipped one of the chips into the guacamole, and ate it with another moan, watching Tom send you a look.

“What?” You asked, a chuckle falling out of your mouth as you chewed the food. He sighed out and shook his head, causing you to chuckle a bit more.

“You’re giving me a hard time, babe.” He said it quietly, making sure no one else but you could hear him, and you smiled at him.

“No pun intended, huh?” You replied, then laughed as you fed him a chip. He ate it with a playful grumpy look. You moaned again, much louder and in his face, then rolled your eyes at him when he choked on his chip.

When his friends showed up, you and Tom introduced them each to your friends. Harrison and his fiancée had come together, who would be wed soon. You were happy to catch up with her while Harrison stood back with Tom.

Tom bit back a sigh as he noticed the look on Harrison’s face. “What is it now?” He spoke up, wondering what it was that Harrison wanted to talk to him about.

“You and Y/n.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Tom. After a moment of silence, he continued. “I can tell what you’re going to do. But when, is the question.”

Tom went into panic mode, “Shh! Don’t say anything. Yes, I plan on asking her the question soon, but I don’t want anyone to hear about it right now. Besides, she kinda knows I’m going to pop the question soon.”

“Aw, that’s great! We’re both going to be married soon to sweet girls. We can even plan a pregnancy together, like those friend groups on TikTok.” Harrison chuckled, to which Tom shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his friend right now, but he laughed anyway.

“Are you drunk?” Tom asked, already knowing the answer. Harrison nodded a yes, then snorted, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah, pretty obvious.” He replied.

“It’s good you two made up. I honestly thought you two would be married before us,” He paused and glanced over to his fiancée and you. “Since you two had moved in together early on and have great chemistry.”

“…And that one night you told me that you were going to marry her, before you asked her to move in with you.” He brought up, and Tom hit a hand to his head.

“Please, do not bring that up to her, she will tease me forever about that.” He chuckled, “I was drunk but yeah, it was since that moment I knew that we’d be together for a long time and hopefully for the rest of our lives.” He felt a smile form onto his face, feeling that sense of happiness and love again.

“What are you two talking about over here?” One of your friends had come up to the two and dragged you by the hand to join the conversation.

At the same time, Harrison and Tom looked at each other and blurted out different things. “Football.” “Music.”

You and your friend, Alexia, laughed hard at the two, “Okay, yeah, sure. I’ll let you get away with that.” You giggled, shaking your head at the scene.

“Thank goodness, I didn’t want to explain how romantic and gushy Tom can be.” Harrison blew out a sigh dramatically and then his eyes widened, “Oh whoops. My bad.” He chuckled, and you smiled at them.

“I already know how gushy my baby can be, huh?” You teased Tom, sliding up to him and you wrapped an arm around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

He rolled his eyes at you and blushed, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. Your friends and his friends both cheered along at the two of you together. Tom’s blush reddened even more, and you pulled away with a delighted smile on your face.

“I’m happy we’re all here together.” You spoke up to him after a few moments to yourself. Tom gazed back at you with love in his eyes, and he agreed.

“Me too, I’m glad they all get along too, it’s like a big happy family in a weird way.” He chuckled, getting distracted by one of his friends, Tuwaine, who was having a hard time with the spicy hot sauce on the side with the nachos.

One of your friends, Maria, had walked up to him at that point and slapped his back, thinking he was choking, and then gave him some water.

You and Tom laughed together more, happier in the moment of things compared to how the last few weeks have been. He felt like crying out of happiness, something he hadn’t done in a while. He brushed his hand up against your back and squeezed you to his body, leaning down to your ear, “Thank you, you make me so happy. I love you more than words can describe.”

“You make me feel the same way, Tom. I’m lucky to have you back here now.” You grasped his hand and held onto it tightly for the rest of the day, chatting away with all of yours and his friends together.

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THAT IS IT WE DID IT! What do you think?? Comments? Thank you so much for reading!

LOTS OF LOVE COMING YOUR WAY thank you again!

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Got this chat last night and dnjsffhksodwkodw he's so sweet. I mean, we could all guess pretty certainly that Barbatos would drop anything and everything at any time to help out MC, but this confirms it in a way that makes me love him even more <3

Also! I don't have screenshots of this one, but during the current event, Barbatos reveals that he keeps teas that MC likes in his room. Not only that, but he keeps them near Diavolo's favourites; which really proves we are his two favouties <3 There's been a lot of Barbatos content recently that just proves how much he cares, and I am living for it!!

Just imagine Barbatos having all of your favourites teas and being able to make you whatever you want before you even ask for it.

And og my stars don't even get me started on Barbatos visiting you to help you unwind before sleep. I just know he'd give the best massages, and that tea he said he'd make you? Divine.

Just being around Barbatos at any time is very calming and peaceful (at least in my mind) so imagine what it would be like when he's actually trying to be calming...

Oh yes, I was so obsessed with that part of the event where he talks about his tea shelf, I got out of bed at 3 in the morning to post all the screenshots here. I would've just done it on mobile, but there's a 10 picture limit for mobile posts. :(

Anyway, in case anyone wanted to see the screenshots of that part, they are all there lol.

This is exactly why I love Barbatos so much. It's the way he notices things without being told, the way he just takes it upon himself to bring MC whatever they need, the way he takes care of them.

It's like he's not so wrapped up in himself that he can see what other people need and he takes great care to notice especially when it's someone he loves.

This is the quality that made him my favorite. I'm one of those people who tends not to tell others when I'm struggling irl. Like it isn't that I'm trying to deceive people, it's more that I don't want to burden them with my problems, you know? So a lot of times, it goes unnoticed. Which isn't anyone's fault but mine. But there's something about the idea of someone noticing despite how much you try to hide it or brush it off, someone who won't let you just pretend that there's nothing going on or that you don't need help, someone who insists on doing those things for you anyway. And doing it in a way that isn't like it's some big deal. Barbatos is just like, you are having trouble sleeping, I will come over and make you tea to help with that. And that's it.

I'm also extremely anxious irl. I find that being with people who are calm reduces my anxiety quite a bit. And I just know that even just being around Barbatos would keep me calm. I'd probably be nervous at first because I would think he's soooo cool lol. But once I get past that introverted shyness, I would just want to be with him all the time. Because I'd feel that sense of calm that I don't get to feel on my own very often.

Anyway, didn't mean to ramble, I've written too many essays about Barbatos at this point adlk;fdskljf

It's just that I too was especially touched by these moments! He would indeed be the calming and peaceful influence that would easily allow anyone stressed to relax enough to drift into slumber...

And you know he'd give the best massages.

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cool!! i’d love to req something w mammon and the mc, where soon after mc arrives in the devildom they’re stressed and rergess

this is my first try at writing for age regression so i'm really sorry if its not the best. thank you for requesting. i hope you like it <;3

word count: 761

summery: after a very stressful move MC cant hold back regressing. everything's fine until they remember Mammon doesn´t know how to knock

Stressful move 

Mammon x little!MC

The day MC got sent to devildom had already been a hard day for them, they were already struggling not to regress until they got home, but that never happened. They were sent to devildom before they got a chance to fully relax and the need to regress take over They only had one of their little things in their bag when it happened.

 It's been almost 7 days since MC arrived in devildom, 10 days since they've regressed. MC is hiding in their room still trying to process things. First: the new surroundings. Second: the new people….well  demons  and third not feeling safe enough to be their little self. 

With all the loud noises the brothers keep making, the stress of the new school, Mammon always yelling about something, it's all just too much for MC. They can't fight it anymore and start to regress. 

For the first thirty minutes MC was little. It was great, they had their paci they had in their bag before getting to devildom in their mouth. Laying on their stomach on the floor watching cartoons on their D.D.D happily. 

However MC was startled by their bedroom door slamming open and the avatar of greed rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration “Oi! Human lucifer told me to come get you for din-” he pauses for a minute looking at you wide eyed. The room is silent besides the sound of the cartoons coming from MC’s D.D.D as they stared at each other not moving. 

Being little MC couldn't help but tear up and crawl under their bed as fast as they could out of embarrassment. Mammon just stood there not knowing what to do. Why did MC have a paci in their mouth? Why were they watching cartoons? And why were they not wearing pants? He had so many questions. 

He scratches the back of head and walks over to the bed MC had just disappeared under. “M-MC?” he asks. He hears a small whimper and frowns. He'll never admit it but he's grown to like MC so hearing her softly crying while hiding from him hurts his feelings “oi MC don't hide from the great Mammon” he says loudly while pulling up the blankets to look under their bed. 

MC is curled up on their side, legs tucked to their chest, eyes shut tight,with tears sliding down their cheeks. Don't tell anyone but it breaks Mammons heart. He slowly and carefully reaches a hand out to MC, when they flinch he talks to them softly “it's okay human. The great Mammon is here now” the way he talks is in a tone MC has never heard form the greedy demon. 

They slowly turn to look at him. When mammon gets a good look at their face, the young and innocent look on it, he remembered something satan talked about once from his books. Isn't it something where people revert back to a young age? He thought to himself. Age something? He things about it for another moment before remembering 

“Do you age regress MC?” he asks nervously not wanting to offend them. When they nod slowly while looking at him he yells excitedly 

“THE GREAT MAMMON IS A GENIUS!!¨ causing MC to flinch away and let out a sob at the loud noise. “Um sorry” he says, not really knowing what to do. Mammon just sits there for a while just looking at MC. suddenly MC crawls out and sits in front of him mumbling a quiet “sorry” 

“Why are you sorry? Did you steal some of my grimm?” he asks only half jokingly, narrowing his eyes at them causing them to giggle at him “hey! Don't laugh at the great Mammon!” he says, making MC giggle more. Mammon stands up and walks towards the door until he hears “NO!” and someone pulling on his leg “stay peas” MC says looking up at him pleadingly. 

“Does the human not need dinner?” he asks calmly, looking down at the human on the floor. “No m´not hungry” MC says around their paci. Mammon holds out his hand for the little human, which they grab and stand up. MC starts pulling Mammon to their bed, pulling up their cartoons again “you want me to watch cartoons with you?” the demon asks, confused. “Yea watch toons” MC says hitting play. Mammon sighs and says “okay but you owe the great mammon dinner and an explanation” he says  

“Don't thi-think this means i-i care for you okay?” he stutters 

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A Story of Another Us- Chapter Five

Dahlia was tying her long red hair up as she padded her way into the kitchen, the sun peaking up gave her just enough light to navigate her way around the room. She made her way to the counter, letting her hair drop and sway behind her back, her chest rumbled as she chuckled at the sight of the empty counter, bare of the mug set up for a cup of coffee that had met her every morning for the last week.

‘Gods’ Dahlia sighed to herself and rolled her eyes at Aemond.

Opting to pass on her morning drink all together Dahlia set out for her morning run, Aemond’s anger with her playing over in her head. Had she really hurt his ego that much by saving his stupid head from being knocked off his stupid broad shoulders?! He annoyed her so much, he was just so arrogant and cocky, walking round like he’s the best thing since that graced the earth.

Dahlia shook her head and inhaled deeply, the cold morning air nipping at her skin even through her many layers. She wasn’t going to think about him anymore, wasn’t going to let him ruin her morning run, wasn’t going to let him invade her mind and interrupt her relaxation.

Before she knew it Dahlia was rounding back towards the farm, a fast-paced walk taking her past the soppy muddy fields. A quick honk of a horn got her attention and she turned to see a small van towing a horse trailer, it rolled slowly to a halt as Dahlia stepped aside out of its way.

‘Oh hey… sorry I thought you were someone else’ Arryk smiled, flashing his pearly white teeth at her through his thick shaggy beard.

He was handsome, though his facial hair made him look older Dahlia guessed he was in his mid to late twenties. His pale skin was a stark contrast against his dark hair and he had an abundance of it. His lower face was covered with the bristly hair, it blended in with the long locks that fell on his shoulders.

‘Oh hi, I erm… I borrowed Helaena’s hoodie’ Dahlia smiled politely as she stepped towards the vehicle, bending down slightly looking into the window.

‘So you’re staying on the farm?’

‘Yeah! i’m in uni with Hel so I’m here for break’

‘Oh! I think Erryk told me about you! You spoke to him yesterday right?! You treated Melys?’

‘Yeah! Dahlia’ she introduced herself, offering her hand to him through the window.

Arryk lent over and took her hand, his skin was warm against her own but it was clammy.

‘Arryk! You want a ride? I’m gonna go check on your work so might be good for you to join?’ he offered with yet another charming smile.

‘Yeah? that’d be great thank you!’

‘Jump in’

Arryk moved some clutter off the passenger side seat allowing Dahlia to slide in. Shutting the door, she strapped herself in and offered him a politely awkward smile. The van began back on the move towards the farm.

‘So my brother told me you’re a veterinary student, what degree are you going for?’ he asked, filling the silence.

‘I’m going for my masters, I’m almost done with my dissertation’

‘Oh cool! Are you hoping to work somewhere like Dragonstone? Or more of a clinic?’ Arryk pressed as he slowly turned the corner that led to the farm.

‘I would love to be an onsite veterinary resident but I’m not sure it’s on the cards for me’ Dahlia sighed heavily.

‘How come? I know Alicent has been screaming out for a personal farrier so I’m sure she’d be more than happy to accommodate you and you could always come on jobs with us for experience if you wanted’.

‘Alicent is amazing and I appreciate the offer but it’s not the opportunity that’s the problem… I er… have some family issue to handle and I just don’t think they will allow the time for such a heavy-duty job’ Dahlia informed him solemnly.

‘Ahh that’s a shame…well if you ever want to dip your toes back in we could always use the help’ he smiled sweetly as he parked the van and climbed out.

Dahlia followed him out of the vehicle and shut the door, the morning sounds of the farm welcomed her eyes like the sweetest honey, the chickens clucking for their breakfast seed, the distant sound of the cattle and the gentle hum of the early breeze whipping past her ears.

‘Oh I’m going back to last heart to finish my studying in a few weeks but thank you though’ she rejected him softly while waiting for him to collect his bag from the back of the van.

‘Oh a northern girl! Don’t see many of your kind down these parts’ Arryk chuckled as they fell into stride with one another heading down the slope to the barn.

‘You sound like I’m a different species’ she laughed back at him, her cold hands buried in the pocket of the dragon stone farm hoodie.

‘You may well be! I’ve heard a lot of stories about you northern girls’ Arryk smirked lightly, looking at her through the corner of his eye.

‘Oh really, do tell’ Dahlia smiled over at him, picking up on his flirtatious tone.

‘Well let’s just say that northern girls are apparently a lot wilder than our southern ladies, there’s rumours that northern lasses-‘

‘Hey’ Aemond’s voice booms off the walls of the barn, cutting Arryk off as they entered the barn.

‘Morning! The little fella all ready?’ Arryk grinned, deciding to leave his conversation with Dahlia for another time.

‘Yeah, doubt you’re gonna get him up out the pen though, took me the last half hour to get him to stand up’ Aemond huffed, a thin sheen of sweat making his face glisten.

Dahlia looked at him, dressed in his dirty black cargo pants and his steel tow capped boots. Why were the assholes always to good looking?! His hair was pulled into a loose bun at the bottom of his head despite a few strands hanging loose framing his face. His purple irises found hers and she oh shamefully stared at him, her cheeks heated him as they held eye contact with each other for a second before breaking apart as Arryk opened the gate to the pen.

‘I don’t wanna get in the way here so I’m gonna head back up to the house’ Dahlia muttered softly, feeling the atmosphere in the barn get heavy.

‘Are you sure? I really think this will be helpful for you to watch’ Arryk argued looking at her as he hoisted the horse’s leg up between his own, evidently not picking up of the tension.

Dahlia looked at Aemond for a second as he avoided her, making himself busy with clearing stuff out of the way. She was about to nod her head and take her leave when she thought to herself.

Fuck him. Fuck Aemond and his butt hurt ego! Why should she miss out on a learning experience that could help massively with her passion and her career, all because it might make privileged little trust fund boy uncomfortable?!

‘Okay! Where do you want me?’ she asked entering the pen with them.

Aemond let out a deep huff at the news of her staying but didn’t make any protests. He kept his mouth shut in a tight line as he watched Arryk walk her through everything. He rolled his eyes multiple times as the farrier paid her multiple compliments, about her handy work patching over Meleys’ hoof yesterday, about how nimble she was with shaving away the damaged hoof checking for signs of infection. It was embarrassing how desperate he was to impress her, Arryk never was subtle with his advances on women, he’d even tried to hit on Haelena a few times but this was just pathetic.

‘Then you just splash it with a bit of water to activate the cast’ Arryk explained as he demonstrated.

Meleys scuffled a bit uncomfortably, Dahlia did her best to calm him with a gentle hand on his hind. As much as Aemond disliked the girl he had to appreciate her joy for looking after animals, the smile on her face was practically glowing.

‘That was amazing! Thank you for letting me help’ Dahlia grinned at Arryk as he let go to the animal’s leg and examined how he put pressure on it.

‘Not a problem! You did great! I have a few more jobs in the area over the next few days if you wanna come along?’ he grinned at her, placing his hand on her arm.

‘That’d be great!’ Dahlia smiled back, ignoring the gentle scoffing noise that Aemond made.

‘Oh well could I maybe get your number so I can get in touch?’

Aemond’s heart almost stopped watching the interaction, surely she wasn’t going to actually give him her number, she’d only just met the guy. It felt like time had slowed down as he looked at her, into her green eyes that looked back at him. The smirk that tugged at her lips as she tore her gaze away from him nearly gave him palpitations. She made his blood boil, she was an arrogant annoying little bitch, which made the feeling of his heart sinking as she took the phone all the more frustrating to him.

Dahlia caught Aemond’s mouth pulling up into a pout out of the corner of her eye, she tapped her phone number into his phone and handed it back to him.

‘Here, give me a call whenever you need me’ she said with a seductive tone, her eyes flashing quickly back to Aemond before walking out and heading back to the house.

Both of them watched her walk out of the barn, Arryk boldly scanning down her body as she went. A high-pitched whistling left his mouth when he was sure she was out of hearing range.

‘That it not a bad thing to wake up to every morning’ he chuckled.

‘Until it starts talking’ Aemond grumbled as he began clearing out the pen of all the off cuts and equipment.

‘Ahh, wondered why you were plugged so tight, I’ll put twenty gold dragons that you’re fucking her before the end of the month’ Arryk laughed shaking his head, causing Aemond to scoff.

‘I’d rather eat horse shit’ Aemond grumbled.

‘Yeah, yeah whatever, well I hope you like the taste of it cause if you don’t have her I most certainly will!’

After her shower, Dahlia dressed and returned downstairs to the kitchen where she found Haelena. The counters and table were covered with baskets and crates of the stuff they had harvested the previous day, the two girls when about chopping it all up and cooking it down to make sauces for them to preserve in the pantry.

‘He just stood there looking at me waiting for me to cave and scurry back in here! He’s just so fucking annoying’ Dahlia ranted to her best friend as she sat at the table, chopping up tomatoes.

Haelena chuckled lightly and allowed the smirk plastered on her face to be seen by her best friend while she screwed the top on to yet another jar of sourdough starter.

‘What? What’s so funny?’

‘Nothing it’s just… you only ever let a guy get to you this much when you have a thing for them!’

‘I do not!’ Dahlia argued, placing her knife down and wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.

‘Oh please! Cregan Stark first year, Lyonel Tyrell summer break, Jason Lannister second year!’

‘Hey! We do not mention that name! he was a grade A asshole! And he was shit in bed’ Dahlia grumbled turning back to her vegetables and grabbing another tomato.

‘Well for future reference I don’t want to know how my brother is in bed’ Haelena grimaced laughing.

‘Jesus Hel! Nothing is going to happen with me and your brother! He is an arrogant rude-‘’

‘I hope you’re not talking about me’ Aegon chirped as he entered the room through the glass doors from outside.

‘No just… never mind’ Dahia huffed, ignoring the amused look Haelena was offered behind her.

They continued cooking down all of their harvest and jarring it up, slowly refilling the pantry. Haelena had then prepared a tagliatelle Bolognese from scratch, everyone had squeezed around the table and was plating up their food. Dahlia went to reach for the pan being passed around the table when another pair of hands brushed against hers reaching for it too. She looked over the table opposite her, to the cold purple iris’ that looked back at her. She retracted her hands and allowed Aemond to pulled the pan towards him, taking his own portion before passing it back over to her.

As they all began to eat Dahlia’s mind wandered back a few days, when he had stood in front of her on the landing in nothing but his shorts, she thought about how he was sat just opposite with only a table and few pieces of fabric separating her from that toned chest, those abs, that manly scent he gave off.

‘You okay?’ Baela asked from besides her, a gentle hand placed on her arm pulling her from her thoughts.

‘Oh yeah, sorry’ She mumbled, cheeks turning red.

‘So Arryk said you gave him a hand this morning Dahlia! How is Meleys?’ Alicent asked from the other end of the table, face bearing her sweet smile as always when surrounded by her family.

Dahlia swallowed her spaghetti and opened her mouth to answer.

‘He’ll be fine Arryk said not to let him back into the ring for a few days but there’s no sign of infection’ Aemond’s deep voice beat her to it as he informed his mother.

Dahlia shared a look with Haelena, that sat next to him, before shutting her mouth into a tight line and raised her eyebrows. She looked back down at her plate and pushed her food around with her fork.

‘Oh that’s a shame, but at least it’s good news! I’ll give Rhaenys a call tomorrow to let her know he could be with us a while longer’ Alicent sighed softly.

‘I’ll get him out on Thursday for an hour or so, see how he goes with a few exercises’ Aemond muttered as he shoved the last of his food into his mouth.

Dahlia shut her eyes and bit her upper lip into her mouth before letting it pop out into a pout. She placed her fork down and fiddled with her thumbs, fighting her instinct to argue against him.

‘What?’ Aemond huffed across the table at her, already looking exasperated at her.

Dahlia looked back at him and rolled her eyes, giving up her inner battle to keep the peace.

‘It’s just that Arryk said he need to rest a long as possible and not to do a lit of exercise, don’t want to risk something getting through and causing an infection or it not healing properly’.

‘Didn’t realise you and Arryk had gotten so close in the five minutes you spent with him’ Aemond spat.

‘Well he is the professional, he knows what he’s taking about!’ Dahlia bit back.

‘Well why don’t you go and bounce on him then!’ Aemond sniped at her, throwing his napkin down and pushing his chair away from the table.

The screech of the wooden scraping along the floor made her shudder as she watched him storm out like a child throwing a tantrum.

‘AEMOND!’ Alicent yelled after him, furious at his behaviour.

‘Shit… I’m really sorry!’ Dahlia apologised to the room as she shook her head.

‘That was ridiculous!’ Rhaena muttered under her breath.

‘You have nothing to apologise for, he was way over the line!’ Haelena seethed looking at the door where he had exited.

‘Yeah you didn’t doo anything wrong’ Jace backed her up, extending his arm over Baela’s shoulders and planning his hand on Dahlia’s shoulder.

The guilt of ruining dinner did not fade even as Dahlia climbed up the stairs to the third-floor landing. Her eyes fell on Aemond’s door, the light of his room seeping out underneath the wooden barrier. She wanted to go and knock, apologise but she knew it was pointless. It would only lead to an argument and she didn’t have the energy for that. Opting for the easier choice, Dahlia padded in the opposite direction and entered her room. Stripping of her clothes and sliding into an oversized top, she climbed into bed, hoping a few chapters of her Veterinary Science book will send her to sleep.

A slamming door made Dahlia jolt awake, her heart hammered in her chest. It took her a second to recognise the room she was in, then came another crash, glass shattering. She looked at her door, it sounded close. As Dahlia slowly pushed her blankets off and began swinging her legs of the bed, she heard a cry, a cry of agony, then another crash.

Jumping off the bed, Dahlia flung her door open and raced down the hall. Ignoring the fact that she was only clad in a t shirt and her underwear she barged into Aemond’s room. Stumbling to a halt to avoid stepping on the shattered glass that decorated the floor in front of his door. She looked up at him as he stood in a pair of shorts, holding his left eye, shouting in pain and covered in sweat. He looked up at the intrusion and almost instantly turned away from her.

‘Fuck off!’ he yelled at her.

‘What’s going on?!’

‘Just get the fuck out! ahhhh’ He groaned as he keeled over the side of his bed.

Spotting the light on in his ensuite bathroom Dahlia used her initiative and hopped over the shards, running in and looking around. She saw his shower rail had been ripped down and was slumped on the floor, his toiletries had been swiped off the side of the tub and she found more broken glass, his mirror having been hit or punched. Finally her eyes landed on a cabinet, she ripped it open and found multiple boxes and bottles of tablets. Antibiotics and painkillers, finding the strongest she could see, Dahlia popped two into her hand and soaked a flannel in cold water.

‘Aemond sit down’ she tried to demand as she returned to him.

‘Get off me! Just piss off’ he shouted, shrugging her hand off of his shoulder.

‘Sit the fuck down! I’m trying to help you!’ she yelled back, using all her strength to push against his shoulder forcing him to sit down.

Aemond squirmed in pain on his bed, not removing his hand as she tried to pull it away. Giving up being nice Dahlia moved to straddle his stomach she leant forward against him and ripped his hands away from his face, trying her hardest to fight against him and pin his arms long enough for her to press the cold compress against his scar. She could feel the heat radiating off his face, the tears falling from his eyes leaving light trails before they evaporated.

‘It’s okay! It’s gonna help, just hold it there’ she tried to soothed him, allowing his hand to return to his face, pressing the cloth against his skin.

Sitting up Dahlia grabbed the bottle of water that was on his nightstand and unscrewed the cap, scooping her hand behind his neck to help him into a seated position, Aemond allowed her to dictate his movements as he found some small relief in the cold flannel.

‘Here take these’ she said softly, easing the pain killers into his mouth and bringing the bottle to him lips.

As he swallowed the pills, Dahlia removed herself from his lap and walked back to the bathroom, finding another cloth and soaking it in cold water before returning to him. He had calmed still cried in pain, groaning and grimacing, although allowing her to replace the cloth. She sat down next to him on the bed and held the compress to his face, his hand had found the sheet and her leg digging his fingers in as a way to cope with the pain. She did her best not to make a noise as his nails dug into her skin. It only took a few minutes for him to release his grip on her and relax slightly, he had leant forward slightly and placed his hand over her own pressing the cloth harder against his skin.

He was the first out of the two of them to break the silence, after a few more minutes just sat recovering.

‘Thank you’ he muttered roughly, giving her hand the slightest squeeze.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Hot Spring Mishap (Yunobo x Reader) - Part 1

I originally started this in an ask but it got so long and I wanted to go another way with it that I decided I wanted to make this a mini series instead. Not sure how many parts yet - probably 2? Definitely will be nsfw later because hello have you seen what I post? Anywho, enjoy. Reader is written female/afab.

This time of year always rendered the hot springs in Eldin rather crowded. You'd been dying for a soak yourself, but found it difficult to get there at a time where it wasn't completely overrun by Gorons or tourists. Being that you lived in Goron City as a merchant made it extra frustrating; it should be easier than it is to get some time to relax! Particularly wound up after your long day, you do your best to try and sprint to the hot springs just a walk away from your home. But to your horror and exasperation, they are, once again full of townsfolk and visitors. "Ugh...I'm never gonna get the opportunity at this rate," you begrudgingly sigh, hanging your head. "Yeahhh, these get pretty crowded, don't they?" sounded a voice behind you. Startled, you whipped your head around to immediately face an axe insignia. You recognized it immediately, belonging to the very Goron who visited you at your shop every day as he handled business in the city. Hand to your chest, you took a deep breath as you looked up to a friendly face, "Oh Yunobo! Whew, you scared me." His hands immediately went up, "I'm sorry! I just heard what you were saying about the hot springs, didn't mean to frighten you." You looked back at the hot springs, disappointed all over again that you haven't been able to sit in one for so long. "Seems like the hot springs have really gained some popularity huh?" you said, trying to hide your disheartened expression. Yunobo hummed in agreement, "But that's why I don't use 'em. The ones higher up on Death Mountain are better." 

Higher on Death Mountain? You didn't know there were hot springs up there! Sensing your confusion, Yunobo explained, "Tourists don't know too much about them, well kept Goron secret, y'know?" and he rubbed at the back of his head, "B-But you've been in the city for quite a while now, I don't mind telling you!" You would come to find that it would take two cart trips up there, but he was right - on the back end of Death Mountain were several smaller hot springs, some even being blocked off by walls of long-cooled magma. What a delight! "Yunobo, thank you for showing me this! I hope it's alright if I come here." He grinned jovially at you, "Everybody in the city knows you well enough by now, you're basically one of us! What's ours is yours." This touched you tremendously. Goron City was very inviting already, but Yunobo had always been exceptionally kind to you. You remembered when you first moved there to start your business - he carried your things for you effortlessly, helped you make connections with people in town and travelers who would escalate your sales, always popped into your shop to check on you as a daily routine. You owed the Goron a great debt - one that he swore never needed repaying. Thanking him, you promised to treat him to sirloin rock roast later this week, your treat. For now, you decided to head home - the knowledge of finally having a place to relax putting you at ease. However, that night you found your sleep restless. Your poor tired body ached for some tension release, making it difficult to rest. All of your thoughts immediately went to the hot springs Yunobo had mentioned earlier that day. Would it really be so bad if you took a dip this late at night?

You gathered what you needed for your late-night soak and headed off to the carts to make your way up Death Mountain. You had to give it to Yunobo, he was a lifesaver. Not a soul in sight up here! Still though, you headed towards the secluded springs - the privacy and quiet sounding heavenly in your mind (plus you weren’t exactly keen on any Gorons catching you naked should that be a potential problem). It was quite steamy in the closed off hot spring, not that you minded. You welcomed the warmth, letting it envelope your body. Just to be sure it wasn’t too hot, you dipped your toes in.

“Ohhhh my goddess” you moaned with joy, the temperature being nothing short of perfect. After fully undressing and carefully keeping your things in the corner of your space, you slowly entered the spring, the soothing heat encasing your body. The shudder that left you was sinful, followed by the tension of your day whisking away at the water’s embrace on you. Your muscles released in your soaking, each minute renewing the vitality you’d had near the beginning of the week. Swimming a bit was your next idea, working out a few kinks in your back and legs as you paddled. A quick intake of breath and you dove under, allowing the spring water to caress your temples and relinquish all the stress your scalp had been holding onto. With you being underwater, the sound of footsteps didn't hit your ears past the surface of the hot spring. You resurfaced with a large splash, your hands weaving into your hair to wring it out as you stretched to your full height. A large gulping sound had your eyes snapping open in its direction. At the entrance to your hot spring was YunoboCo's one and only president, his face as red as a Hylian tomato. It hadn't registered to you why he was so impossibly flushed...until you realized you were completely naked from the navel up, and he was completely without any clothing as well. Your arms immediately wrapped around your body, covering your chest as you tried to avert your eyes,

“Shit! Yunobo, I’m so-"

“I’M SO SORRY!” he screeched, moving to scramble back out of the hot spring entrance. As he did, you took notice of the water that had pooled at his feet from your sudden upheaval. Without thinking your hand shot out to grab his, "YUNOBO, BE CAREF-" You managed to snag his wrist cuff, but not before he was already slipping. The force of your tug and his stumble had him falling clumsily into the hot spring, effectively sloshing you both to the opposite end by the wave of his fall. Back slammed into the magma-cooled rock, you hissed at the impact. Yet almost instantly you lost focus on the pain. Crowding your frame against the edge of the spring was the Goron champion, his arms caging your body between him and the carved rock. Yunobo’s face was contorted in what looked like pain as he collected himself from the fall, while yours was slowly turning crimson. His face was she inches from yours, your chests nearly pressed against one another. Any words or noise you could have possibly made died in your throat with the closeness of his proximity. “Ergh...” Yunbo groaned, shaking his head, trying to rattle himself back to his senses, “I’m incredibly sorry about all this...are you oka-”  Your wide-eyed stare nearly inches from his own paused his sentence. It was then he realized how he had you, confined to the very little amount of space he had created for you. His hands had a grip on the edge of the hot spring, but in stopping himself from careening into you any further, instead he just shoved you into a corner, with his body being the cage. Anyone could walk in at a moment's notice and insinuate just about anything from the way you both looked right now: him with his rigid stature pressed in close and you with your soft eyes wide looking both scared and in utter shock. He absorbed everything at once, and with a shout, immediately jumped backwards. Yunobo backed away from you slowly this time, his entire face the same shade of the red earth that surrounded Death Mountain.  “I-I’m so s-s-sorry” Yunobo stuttered out with a shake, terrified by what just transpired. Surely, you’d think he was despicable after this. He turns on his heel, lifting himself out of the hot spring, snatching up his things and rolling away with a loud “PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEEE”  You stare in stunned silence, your arms still around your body as you watched the hero roll frantically away. There was a heavy flash of guilt in his eyes before that you didn’t like, and it made you feel guilt of your own. He didn’t hurt you...it was an accident. He understood that, right? The remainder of your time at the hot spring is spent in unease, Yunobo was a good friend, seeing him upset at any capacity made you sad.  You would talk to him tomorrow, you decided. 

[tripleglitchwriting]

REQUESTS OPEN!

3/5 slots taken

Hello everyone, I’ve decided to open requests. Though, there’s only a very specific set of things I will write.

This is my first time doing requests, so I’m learning as I go. I may change the rules as things come up. While I grow as a writer and begin expanding my comfort zone I may also change the request rules.

The stories I write may vary in length depending on how I feel about them, mostly because I’m still getting a feel for writing fanfiction as a whole.

UPDATE FOR FEBRUARY 2024:

I am still experimenting with my online presence as a whole, and interacting with people has been difficult for me because I can’t gauge how others feel across the screen. Therefore, I’m going to se some rules down for boundaries here:

- Fics will come out as I have time for them. I tend to procrastinate and get myself worked up about getting things done, so I’m hoping this will help me relax a bit.

- I am allowed to turn down any ask. This seems super obvious and more like an unspoken rule for everyone, but I feel the need to write it down because I would feel bad if I didn’t.

Note: Only transformers gn human reader

I WILL WRITE:

-vore (maybe, depends on how I feel)

-fearplay

-mild gore

-first contact AU

-platonic relationships

-fluffy stuff

-Merformers

I WILL NOT WRITE:

-humanformers (as of right now)

-NSFW (that includes pedophilia, zoophilia, non-con, etc.)

-Reader with powers. Probably.

-romantic relationships (only because I’m not confident in my ability to do that yet)

-suicidal ideation

-self harm

-abuse

you get the idea ^

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Here are the series I can write for and my level of understanding of them:

Earthspark: I’ve watched the series and enjoyed it! I would rather avoid writing anything too dark for this series because many of the characters are children.

Transformers: Prime: I’ve watched this series multiple times. I have a pretty good grip on many of the characters, and I’m cool with writing most things for this.

Transformers: Animated: I haven’t finished the series and probably never will. It’s not really my thing, and I don’t have a great grip on most of the characters. I’d rather not write for this one.

Transformers: Rescue Bots: I’ve watched this series so many times and I admit it’s a comfort show. I will write whatever for this series, but not anything that’s too dire if it involves child characters. That goes for every series.

IDW comics (Lost Light and all): I haven’t finished reading the comics but I’ve wrote for it before and I’m fine with doing it again! I really enjoy the characters and the story!

Transformers Robots in Disguise (2015): I don’t care much for the show, (at least we after season 1) but I see no reason why I wouldn’t be able to write for it.

Generation 1: I never watched the series, but I know a solid amount about it and I understand most of the characters.

Transformers: Armada: Didn’t watch it

Transformers: Beast Wars: Didn’t watch it

Bayverse/live action pre-bumblebee movie: Legitimately I hate the Bay movies. The first one was okay I guess but I despise the others.

ROTB/Knightverse: I like rise of the beasts WAY more than the Bay movies and am willing to write whatever for it.

Cyberverse: I watched it, it was good. I guess I could write for it if it’s individual characters

Anything else I haven’t watched and therefore won’t write for it.

Not transformers, but I’d write for Bang Brave Bravern because I like that show.

[dragondemoness]

Then for the Luisa S/O thing how about one for Aoi,Sakura,Hiyoko,Kiyotaka,Gonta

This was later than it should have been, sorry about that

Aoi, Sakura, Hiyoko, Kiyotaka, and Gonta with an S/O who's like Luisa Madrigal (Encanto)

Aoi Asahina 

She admires your strength so much 

Even if all you're doing is picking up donkeys, she stares at you with stars in her eyes

Even more so, she loves how kind you are

You always go out of your way to help other people, no matter how strange or difficult the tasks are

Though it's clear that the pressure from the townspeople and your family is getting to you

You seem tired all the time and Aoi saw your arms quiver as you moved the church for the 50th time this month

She can't help but be concerned

She checks in on you and asks if you're alright and you insist that you are

She saw your eyelid twitch, you're not fooling nobody

And when you finally break down, she's right there, holding you and whispering words of comfort

She's gonna ask the donkey owners to ease up a little bit, and for the priest to finally find a spot for the damn church 

And if needed, she'll have a word with your grandma too

You worry it makes her mad when you have to bail out on dates to attend to other matters, but she's mainly just concerned

She just wants you to be okay, that's all

"Hey, I know you like helping people and all. It's one of the many things I love about you. But you gotta know when to draw the line, y'know? Your wants and stuff matter too." 

Sakura Ogami 

She also admires your strength

When you first met, she asked to spar with you to test your strength 

And boy, was she not disappointed

And she admires your kindness as well

You're so warm and sweet to everyone, and it makes her smile

But when she notices that you're doing so many tasks every day, she worries that it's too much for you

You seem exhausted and anxious all the time

She noticed this change in behavior immediately, and she'll insist that you take a break

She wants you to relax and take a break before you break down

But when you do, it's okay

She'll be holding you and murmuring words of comfort until you feel better 

She'll have a talk with the donkey owners and your grandma, if necessary

"Pardon me, but I'm afraid your requests have been putting a little too much pressure on (Name). Would you mind giving them a break?"

She'll even help with all the heavy lifting literally if you want

Anything to help ease the pressure 

She's very understanding when you have to skip dates or suddenly leave to go help someone

You're just being kind to everyone like always, she can't be mad about that

But she still wants you to take care od yourself

"I know you love to help people, love. You're very sweet and kind, and believe me, I love that about you. But please, don't forget to take care of yourself."

Anyway, Sakura is super sweet and respectful with you

She's always gonna be there to help with your tasks or help you relax

Hiyoko Saionji 

So you're strong... Cool

She honestly doesn't care too much about your strength 

She does love it when you carry her around though

She'll walk up to you and make grabby hands at you, signaling for you to pick her up

She doesn't get why you wanna hang around donkeys all the time

She thinks they're dumb and gross

Furthermore, why do you always go out of your way to help people?

It's not like they're that great

Especially considering how stressed it makes you

She's not sure how to help you when you break down, but she'll let you hold her and she'll share some candy with you

After that, she stomps down to the stables and gives the donkey people a piece of her mind

"Hey! You're being real meanies right now! The stupid donkeys are yours, can't you deal with them yourself?! Give (Name) a damn break for once, jeez!"

She has a personal grudge against donkeys after that

They're dumb and they keep stealing your attention away from her

It makes her really mad and pouty when you have to bail out on dates to help people, especially with the donkeys

Anyway, she might be a little bitchy about the whole thing, but she's genuinely concerned for you and your well-being

"I dunno why you wanna help everyone all the time, they're not that great... But don't be an idiot and forget to take care of yourself and whatever! Dummy..."

Kiyotaka Ishimaru 

Oh he loves how sweet you are

You're always helping those around you, and it makes him smile so much 

You even help him carry his books and other supplies during school

But he worries it's taking a toll on you

When he notices that you seem exhausted, he thinks it's because of school

He'll offer to help you study or with your homework, not understanding the situation

When he finds out the real reason you're stressed, he feels awful

He wants you to relax before the stress hits full-force

But when it does, that's okay

He'll be right there, assuring you that you're not worthless just because the tasks are becoming too much

He'll talk to the donkey owners and ask them to ease up a little

"Excuse me, but your requests are causing (Name) quite a lot of stress! I humbly request that you give them a break!"

He'll also talk to your grandma, if needed

He's not mad when you leave dates to help someone else

It's just you being your kind, sweet self, and he can't be mad about that

But he does want you to take care of yourself so you don't tire yourself out

"Hey, I know you like to help people, and I love that about you. But please don't forget to take care of yourself, okay?"

Gonta Gokuhara

Oh he loves the absolute crap out of you

You're so sweet and strong, like him

He admires you so much <3

He doesn't notice immediately that the pressure is getting to you, but he can tell that you seem more exhausted than usual

"Is (Name) okay? They seem very tired today."

When he figures out why you've been so exhausted, man does he feel bad

He enters gentleman mode™️ and swears to take care of you

He urges you to take a break before you wear yourself out

When you open up about the pressure you deal with, he sweeps you into his arms and comforts you

He'll tell you over and over again how strong you are, and that you're not worthless at all

He'll also have a talk with the donkey owners so they don't keep bombarding you with requests

"Hello! Gonta is afraid that donkey owners put too much pressure on (Name). Gonta asks that donkey owners give (Name) a break. Many thanks!"

He can also talk to your grandma, if you need him to

He'll also help carry the donkeys for you

Anything you need

He is a gentleman, after all

He's a little sad when you suddenly leave dates to help someone, but he doesn't hold it against you at all

He just wants you to be okay

"Gonta knows that (Name) is a kind, strong person. But (Name) needs to take care of themself, too. And as a true gentleman, Gonta is there to help!"

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi, Mousy! 👋🏻 I hope you've been doing well! ✨ I don't know if these are worth of ideas but I'll leave that to you! It's about the short stories that you wanted ideas from. I pondered the whole day... Here's one of them 😆

So, firstly, I had an idea about your farmer, Julian and my farmer, Ziana. It's based on that one Joja situation with Shane your friend talked to you about, if you remember, hehe (the blue chickens). I would imagine Julian and Ziana were just finished with some farmwork and are resting together (feel free to add more of others' farmers, if you like!) munching some cookies or whatever you can think of (like a picnic maybe?) Ziana has the habit (like me, LOL) who kind of just having random thoughts and questions out of randomness.

So, while they're munching some cookies, Ziana suddenly thinks about Shane's chickens being blue and can't help but think to herself while she's munching on a cookie, finding the thought weird at first. But then she remembered that one time they helped Shane with his Ad video for Joja (you know that cutscene with Emily and Clint as well? Imagine Julian also helping too!) She recalls that Clint turned blue after drinking the Joja Cola. Then Shane also worked with Joja, so...

Everything is a coincidence but it feels right for her conclusion so she just had to ask Julian about this thought... (assuming she's already comfortable with Julian since she tends to ask random questions to those she's comfortable with 😁 The result of doing so is mostly a flick on the forehead from others. Mostly from Isaac 🤣)

How will Julian react upon hearing Ziana's random question? 🤔

It's a funny idea, haha 🤣🤣 For me, at least 😅

I hope this is okay and understandable 😅🙏🏻 My English has worsened lately 🥲

Heeey! Thanks so much for the question! I just got the inspiration for this scenario (the story turned out longer than I thought it would 😅). Hope you like it ❤️

In this story, the main characters are OCs Farmers - Julian (my OC), Ziana (@nimillaarts), Bo (@boinurmom13), and Bella (@ivquatro). Enjoy!

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"The blue chicken theory"

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Many will agree that the middle of spring is the ideal time for a picnic in nature, when the forest has already woken up from its long winter hibernation, and the ground is covered with whole fields of pleasant-smelling flowers; when your skin is blown by a not too cool breeze, and the food is not atacted by pesky midges, which are usually found in summer.

The farmers of the Stardew Valley thought a spring picnic would be a great excuse to get together and relax after the hard work in the fields. Ziana and Julian sat on the edge of a picnic rug on the grass near Marnie's ranch, Bella beside them opening a bottle of homemade juice (everyone had decided to avoid alcohol for this picnic). Bo, having finished helping his friends with the dishes and food, decided to head to the lake with a fishing rod, trying his luck and practising fishing, which, by the way, he hated with all his heart. But, unfortunately to him, fishing is necessary to make some good cash, so Bo trying to learn while he could, and also try not to gag because of the fishy stench.

Bella finally sat down on the rug with the others, pouring apricot juice into her and others mugs.

"Mmm, the cookies is really good!", Ziana was munching contentedly on the four mint cookies Bella had baked just in time for the picnic. Making healthy oatmeal cookies, and at the same time so tasty, is not an easy task, but the red-haired farmer succeed in cooking.

"I can say the same about your homemade juice. I love apricots". Putting the large glass bottle of juice in a basket so the sun wouldn't heat up the drink, Bella took the cranberry rakhat lukum Julian had made from the pretty little plate. Taking a half bite of the sweetness, she hummed a little with pleasure as she chewed the lukum slowly. Julian didn't need any verbal encouragement, as his friend's reaction to the lukum he'd made spoke for itself, so Julian just smiled broadly and began to quench his thirst with apricot juice.

"Hopefully Bo will be back in time from fishing, or his juice will get hot in the sun quickly", Julian said and grabbed from the basket a small avocado and tomato sandwich that Bo had made. The funny thing was that he was the only one who brought salty snacks to the picnic, thinking that "after the sweet stuff, one would immediately crave salty stuff". And he was absolutely right.

While the three farmers were sitting on the picnic rug, chatting and eating tasty snacks, waiting for the fourth farmer to come back from fishing, Jas came back from Pelican Town and excitedly told her uncle, Shane, about something. Behind them, clucking, come three chickens - Charlie, Shane's favorite, and two more, motley, with beautiful blue feathers. When the girl spotted the farmers near her aunt's ranch, she waved her hand in greeting. Shane also raised his hand and smiled weakly - his smile grew a little bigger when Julian, Ziana, and Bella waved back at him and Jas.

"What a beautiful hens! Hehe, so cute!" Ziana gasp, she couldn't take her eyes off the beautiful feathers of chickens.

"Right? So adorable. I even managed to buy two blue chickens from Marnie", Julian was also looking at the chickens, which were noisily stomping around Shane and Jas's feet, begging for attention and pets while Shane tried to open the front door with his key.

"This chickens looks well-fed, and very happy. Still don't understand why Shane still speak about himself so poorly..." Bella recalls with a slightly sad smile a conversation with a pizza and beer lover who was always calling himself worthless in everything he touched. The situation was even worse when Bo told her that he and Julian had found Shane lying near a rock in the rain with a bunch of beer cans. Good thing they'd gotten him to Dr. Harvey in time.

Ziana turned to Bella, looking at her worriedly, and then looked at the ladybug on the rug; she knew about situation with Shane, and the fact that the story had almost ended in tragedy... Even though chicken man often spat caustic phrases and demands for the farmers to leave him alone, Ziana knew that if she got to know him better, and that he actually is a wonderful and interesting friend. She's glad the other farmers gave Shane a chance (although Shane and Bo still exchange sarcasm, and sometimes, when the kids aren't around, heavy swear words).

Julian caught the tone with which Bella said the last sentence and sighed, remembering the feeling of anxiety that they wouldn't get Shane to the clinic in time.

"It's a good thing it all worked out. He said he'd been talking to a therapist for a while now and had even kicked the alcohol habit", Julian set himself up for more positive thoughts, Bella and Ziana nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Shane looked much happier". Ziana smiled softly, still looking at the ladybug and making sure none of her friends inadvertently squashed the little insect. Wanting to change the subject to something more cheerful, Ziana remembered the blue chickens. "How do you think Mr. Shane made his chickens' feathers blue?"

Ziana's question made the other two farmers think for a few moments.

"Well, I don't think he dyes his feathers, the chicks are already born with blue coloring", Julian nodded in confirmation of Bella's words, "So maybe..."

"Goddamn piece of garbage! I hate this fucking fishing! Stupid fish, fucking rod! Bitch ass fucking bullshit!" Before poor Bella could say anything further, all the farmers on the rug were startled by the harsh and loud profanity of Bo, who, stomping loudly and kicking some kind of iron can under his feet, was walking towards his friends. Shane and Jas were also taken aback by the loud noises, but Shane's expression immediately changed from shock to annoyance. He quickly handled the keyhole and led Jas home, covering her ears with his hands just in case so she wouldn't hear any new "unnecessary" words. The chickens quickly followed their owners and the front door to the ranch slammed shut.

Finally, the white-haired "fisherman" reached his friends: his face was still contorted with anger, but he tried to hide it.

"Mr. Bo, what's wrong?", Ziana set the plate of cookies aside so her friend could take off his shoes and sit down next to her on the picnic rug.

Bo sighed tiredly and rubbed his temples with his fingers, trying to settle his headache and calm down.

"Let's just say the fishing hadn't gone well."

He reached for the net he'd thrown on the grass nearby and showed the three farmers his catch. Well, if you could call it a catch: in the net, from which fresh water dripped to the ground, were several empty Joja cola cans, broken disks (also from Joja.co), and slippery green algae hanging from the same net. That can, by the way, that he was kicking, was also his "catch" - an empty iron with the logo of that "beloved corporation", but he didn't put it in the net with the rest of the catch, deciding to take out all his anger on the unfortunate can.

"But why do you need fish? We have plenty of picnic food", Ziana asked again.

"Wha..?" Bo murmur quietly. "Oh, no, I wasn't catching fish to eat, was planning to release fish anyway. I just need experience, like, fishing knowledge, you know? And what kind of experience can I have if I catch shi- uh, I mean garbage, instead of fish?" Bo looked into Ziana's amber eyes and quickly corrected himself. He thinks he's used his entire limit of bad words for the day, especially since he'd hate to vent so much negativity on his friends.

Finally, Bo sat down cross-legged, picked up a plate of loukum and ate his sadness, showing to this world how grumpy and angry he was, cursing quietly the fish, the Joja co. trash, and the day the old fisherman had handed him that damned bamboo rod. Julian and Bella began to take turns comforting him with food and words, agreeing with his negative opinion about the greedy monopoly corporation and their inexcusable attitude toward garbage disposal.

Ziana's attention was suddenly drawn to the cola cans in the net, she stared at them intently for half a minute. After a moment, a question suddenly dawned on her.

"Uh, Mr. Julian? Remember when we helped Shane with his Joja cola commercial project with Clint and Emily?" Julian stopped patting Bo's back in comfort, and looked at Ziana.

"Yeah, of course I remember. Clint had turned blue after drinking that nasty stuff.", Julian's face wrinkled a little at the mere recollection of this "miracle drink" with a lot of sugar, caffeine and Yoba's guess what else, since some people contacted the company with a complaint that their skin turned blue as blueberries. While the change in skin color can be blamed on Clint's worries about Emily, it can usually be a slightly bluish hue rather than a bright blue. Julian also can't forget Bo's light teasing that multicolored young man grumbles over Joja like an old fart. But he knows that Bo wouldn't even want his worst enemy to take a sip of that crap, let alone drink it himself voluntarily.

"I remember by the end of the commercial, Clint was turning blue from soda. I mean, a side effect of that cola is blue skin in some people", Ziana scratched her chin in thought. "And Mr. Shane", she continue, "also works at Joja and he too drinks this cola a lot. Doesn't that mean he pours the soda into the chickens feed to turn their feathers blue?" Ziana finally spoke the question, waiting to see what her friends would say.

Bo snorted and wanted to open his mouth, reply that it was an absurd idea, but he immediately closed his mouth again and his eyes widened at the realization that this theory had a right to exist.

"No. Freaking. Way.", Bo said.

Bella and Julian followed Bo's example: the red-haired girl almost choked on the apple slice she was chewing, and Julian's face expressed the emotion of a man who had just realized that his life was a lie and shambles.

"Huh, it actually makes sense..."

"Don't." Julian replied to Bella, raising his hand in protest. His throat was sharply dry. "I refuse to believe it."

"But man, think about it!" Bo had completely forgotten about his anger over his recent bad fishing trip and was fully immersed in the discussion.

"Shane would never do that to his chickens!" Julian protested.

"But maybe..." Ziana began cautiously, but Julian interrupted her.

"It can't be", the yellow-haired young man replied a little softer to Ziana.

While Bo, Julian and Ziana argued for a minute about the chickens feather theory, Bella pulled back from her shock and said: "Why don't we ask Shane himself?"

The three wranglers looked at Bella, and then all four of them looked directly at the front door of the ranch where they had seen Shane today with Jas.

Bo smiled predatorily. "Time to terrorize people."

"Let's do it better tomorrow, after lunch. We'll rest today." Julian decided to leave the feather coloring debate for tomorrow, returning to the snacks and juice, and his friends decided to follow his example.

[aurora567]

Blue Shadow

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, sex, light bondage, cream pies.

Summery: This man does not get enough love. So here’s a short Souei one shot.

Word count: 4,953

The town had grown quickly. It felt like only last week that the homes were barely solid walls with a roof. Now the town was on its way to becoming a city, its population had nearly exploded with the vast new comers thanks to the new alliance that had come after defeating the orc lord. The orc’s large labor force really ramped up the building ability of the town. New buildings went up in a new record time. Better homes and new buildings were all over the town. The one building that seems loved by all was the outdoor bathhouse. And it was beautiful. But for Miyuki she could not truly enjoy the bath house like the others. The hot water was just too much for her. And anything more than two minutes in the water would make her sick. After all, a snow woman didn’t take heat well.

She had tried to go to the bath house after it had been built. But just standing around the hot water had been enough to make her uncomfortable and feeling off. So now with the need for a fresh bath she held a towel in hand as well as some clean clothes before she started walking out of the town. Many didn’t pay the pale woman much attention. After all, she was far from home. The Great Forest of Jura was far from the mountains her type would call home. But thanks to being granted the name Miyuki from Lord Rimuru she had the power to easily keep the air around her cool enough to keep from overheating on really hot days.

With her need for a good bath she slipped from the town easily. The dark forest around her did not concern her. The animals and lower level monsters were no concern to her. Anyways she was not going far. A little pond sat not too far from the town. It would be the perfect place to bathe for her. Private enough to allow her to relax, while being close enough she did not have to walk all that far.

She came to a stop once the pond had filled her view. The moonlight glincened off the water's surface. It was a breathtaking view of the beauty of nature as some trees circled the water adding in helping to keep it and anyone who could be swimming or bathing from prying eyes. Well that is as long as those prying eyes had not purposely followed said bather.

She gently placed her clean clothes down on some grass. Her fingers then reached up to start working at the knot of her obi on her kimono that princess Shuna had been so gracious to make for her. It was a breathtaking baby blue and was her favorite of all her clothes she had so far been granted. With the obi pulled off she could feel the material around her body come loose. But before it could completely fall open she held the material together.

“You know I would almost think you are not a very good spy,” she said, picking her head up to shift and look into the tall branches of a tree not too far behind her watching the figure in the tree drop down after a moment of what she guessed was hesitation as she watched him land before using just his name as a greeting, “Souei.”

He didn’t say anything as he now stood in front of the tree he had been hiding in when she had stopped at the pond. That was fine with her, she had noticed the dark haired man always seemed a little more on the quiet side than some of his louder comrades. She had also just assumed he never cared much for her. Then again it wasn’t like they associated much. She couldn’t tell if the figure standing before her was actually the man in question or a shadow clone of his. She knew he used them a lot to patrol the perimeter of the town. Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised she had been followed.

“What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” He finally asked as she turned her back to him about to continue preparing for her bath.

“Bathing. The bath water at the bathhouse is too warm for me. So I figured this place would be a good area to bathe at. And doing it while most are asleep should give me the most privacy,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at him as she started to shift the fabric a little of her kimono letting one shoulder become visible to him. But she had not yet let the kimono completely fall off of her.

“Now are you going to just stand there? If you're going to stick around you are welcome to join me,” she offered before turning to look back at the water. He never did answer her, and honestly she expected he would simply turn and leave. She even gave him a minute before she finally let the kimono drop to the ground leaving her completely naked before she grabbed her soap and shampoo and headed for the water. She never did bother to look back at the kijin as she dropped her soaps at the water's edge and started to wade into the cool water. It was still a bit warmer than she would like. But this temperature was much more to her liking than the steaming hot water of the bathhouse. She walked till the water reached her navel before she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

This was already helping her feel a lot better as she slowly walked a little farther into the water till it was lapping at the bottom of her breasts. She quickly dunked herself into the water till her head was soaked before breaking the surface to stand straight again as she let out another soft sigh and moved to wipe the water from her eyes before opening them.

Curiosity was starting to kill her, she had not been able to tell if he had left or not. Sure she could still sense him, but was he still standing in the same spot she had left him at? Or had he moved? Was he back in the trees watching her from a distance? She didn’t know. She was well aware her nipples had grown perk with the cool water against them. But her curiosity must be sated, and so she slowly turned to face the shoreline where her clothes sat. As her pale eyes looked for him.

He had indeed moved, but it was not in either way she assumed he would have. He was now standing beside the pile of her clothes on the ground. She felt her lips curl as she noticed his eyes were on her as she turned to face him.

“Well are you just going to stand there?” She asked with a light tilt of her head and a small smirk on her lips.

“Don’t worry I am not cooling the water or anything,” she said before she turned her back to him, well aware his eyes had drifted from her face when she stood there, her top half completely sticking out of the water. With her back turned to him she lifted her hands up over her head to start running her fingers lightly through her damp hair as if trying to work some knots out of it. She was putting on a teasing little show. And she did not care because it was fun.

Then again maybe it was only fun because she felt brave and confident that Souei would not actually do anything. She assumed he may just watch her. Whatever, she could have some fun seeing how much she could push him with some fun flirting. She really did not expect him to actually do anything. He just didn’t seem the type, he rarely paid attention any time a woman in the town tried to flirt with him. She was starting to wonder if he just didn’t like those girls? Or was it women in general he didn’t like? She was honestly questioning it before tonight.

But the sound of sudden water being splashed had her body tense up suddenly. And she couldn’t help the soft exhale she gave of a cool, frosty breath. She had invited him, so she shouldn’t be so surprised. But she had honestly never expected him to actually do it. Well shit, shit, shit, that’s all that ran through her mind as she listened to the splashing.

“What happened to that cocky attitude you had just a moment ago?” Lips brushing her ear had her jump as she whipped her head over to look at Souei who was standing closely behind her.

“I didn’t think you would actually take up my invitation,” she blurted out before blushing an ever so slight bit at the realization she had said what she had been thinking out loud. Well fuck she had not meant to say that to him. And now her blunder was only making her more flustered.

He started to lightly chuckle at her answer and then the embarrassment that had instantly followed. She could feel each puff of air glance her ear. She could nearly feel his chest against her back. And she was sure if she was suddenly blinded she would still be able to nearly feel his chest vibrating.

“Shouldn’t say things you don’t mean,” he said against her ear which had her turning her head to look back at him over her shoulder.

“I still stand by my invitation. I was just surprised is all,” she said simply as she tried to turn her head enough to be able to look up at his face. She kept her eyes locked on his face. It was easy enough to tell he was topless in the water. And she had no desire to see if the rest of him was also just as naked.

For what was probably the first time since she met the kijin she watched his lips curl up into an ever so slight smirk. The usually quiet and private man seemed to be opening up to her a little. Then again she had never spoken so much to him in all the weeks she had known him.

“So do you spy on everyone who leaves the town or just those trying to bathe?” She asked, unable to help herself as she teased him lightly.

“Just had to make sure you were not getting yourself into any trouble,” he said simply before she turned her head back to look ahead of her and out into the pond more.

“Oh I’m getting myself into some trouble alright,” she teased as she kept her back to him and raised her hands to run her fingers through her hair.

She had felt the slightest glance of fingers along her ribs seconds before those same fingers glanced across the bottom of her breasts. It seemed he was testing the water to see if she would stop him. This was what she wanted, she had no plans to stop him. Honestly she would not have expected the quiet man to be so brave. Or maybe he just always seemed like a workaholic was the better word. She mostly only saw him training, on guard duty or around Rimuru. The only time he didn’t seem to be working was at meal times. But she was not about to argue about it. She had always found the quiet man attractive.

His warm hands were calloused and rough against the sensitive skin of her breasts as he cupped each breast in a hand. Yet it was not unpleasant as she leaned into his touch. One hand was rolling her nipple between his fingers which earned a low moan from her. Her own fingers were still entangled in her hair where they had frozen when she had first felt his touch ghost over her ribs.

She let out a sigh in between moans as she leaned back into the chest of the warm body behind her. Souei felt so much warmer than she was, but that was normal. Being a snow woman she naturally ran colder than most monsters. Usually she wouldn’t welcome such warmth. But this time she welcomed the warmth of the other body as Souei’s fingers worked to tease her perky nipples.

One of her hands moved to untangle from her own hair to reach back to grab as Souei’s shoulder for some added support as she found herself stepping back into him for support to keep her legs from wanting to give out beneath her. Stepping back into the man she could feel his hard chest against her back. And that was not the only hard thing she could feel against her backside. She could now clearly tell the man was as naked as she was. His hard cock pressing up against the upper side of one ass cheek as she leaned back into him. Maybe there was a reason he wore rather baggy pants. He sported a rather impressive girth and length.

A shiver of anticipation ran up her back at the thought of how wonderful he would feel once he started to stretch her walls and fill her. She let out a moan as Souei gave a good tug at her left nipple. The mixture of pleasure and pain was more than enough to have her a panting mess as he simply teased her breasts. His hands were rough, calloused from his days of training and protecting the town and all those within it.

His right hand finally let go of her right breast. His fingers spread out as his hand started to ever so slowly crawl down her stomach. His finger spread out before his hand stopped along her stomach. He pulled her nice and tight against him as he leaned into her body as she leaned back. She could feel his impressive hard cock against her ass. Being a little tease she smirked as she gave her hips a roll, rolling her ass against him.

Whether it was shock or pleasure she could hear him hiss as he inhaled a sharp breath between his teeth. That had the corner of her lips curling up as she enjoyed knowing that she could bring such a powerful being to her mercy. Then again she was just as much at his mercy as well. But she would not admit that, not at this moment anyways.

She could feel sharp teeth nipping at her shoulder as retaliation for the teasing she had just done. Which had earned him a moan from the woman as she nearly melted back into him.

“Souei. Please,” She was already begging for more and he had barely started touching her. Oh how easily he could get her so excited and needy.

She could feel his chest gently vibrating with a low laugh as her back pressed into him. His lips trailed kisses along her shoulder. And finally the hand that had become stationary finally started to move again. She felt the tip of a finger glance teasingly along her folds. The sensation instantly sent a shiver up her back. A soft moan escaped her lips as his fingers explored along her folds and found her clit.

Her knees had nearly buckled under her weight when his finger started to rub slow circles over the sensitive little bundle of nerves.

“Souei,” had been all she could whimper out as her hands clung at him for as much support as she could as her legs seemed to turn to jello beneath her. It was all she could do to remain standing as she clung to him for the support to remain standing. She felt the hands that had been groping her breast let go as they moved. One second he was groping her and the next his hands had moved and she found herself being scooped up and out of the water. The noise of surprise that escaped her was a little embarrassing as she felt her face heat up as she looked up into those dark eyes of his. Souei remained stoic as always as he looked down at her and silently turned to start walking back to the shore. He didn’t stop till his bare feet hit the grass.

Once he had hit the soft grass he gently lowered her down to the ground. To which the pale woman instantly started to pout and was about to open her mouth to complain about him leaving but he never pulled away. Instead he dropped to his knees as his lips met hers silencing any complaints she was about to voice.

His teeth nipped at her bottom lip and she quickly let him in. Their tongues danced together before she let him into her mouth first and allowed him to explore her mouth before she did the same. She could feel his body shift and crawl over hers as they kissed. His right hand had also taken to exploring her body once more. But this time his hand had not trailed up her ribs but down instead, over her belly button and lower till a single finger found her folds.

She couldn’t help but pull away and break the kiss as she gasps. Her back arched and her head rolled back. He had barely touched her and yet she gave such a nice reaction. It had the corner of Souei’s lips turn upwards as his finger teased along her folds before the single digit slipped into her warm body. She couldn’t help but gasp and start to squirm at the odd sensation of his finger exploring and massaging along her inner walls.

It was an odd sensation at first but only lasted a second. Pleasure quickly filled her body as her back arched off the ground and she could not stop the loud moan. It was a good thing they were away from the town and so they did not need to be quiet. She did not worry about the volume of her voice as Souei explored her body.

He watched the way her body squirmed beneath him as he explored what she liked. He watched as he curled his finger up slightly and he watched her hips buck involuntarily at the feeling. Her fingers were digging into the grass as if it may somehow help ground her. Souei took his time as he tested her body. Carefully he slipped a second finger into her body and watched her nose scrunch up for a second before body relaxed and bliss took over her face once more as she started moaning again.

He worked slowly as he worked her body to take him, and the pleasure of doing so was also quickly working her towards her first orgasm. He could tell as her walls started to tighten around his fingers. Her thighs squeezed against his own lower hip as he kept his body between her legs so she could not close them on him. Souei continued what clearly seemed to set her body on fire as his fingers thrust into her body.

The tension in her body was quickly building. Her fingers dug into the ground, her heels as well as her hips tried to move in time with his hand. Her body could not stay still, she was now chasing the pleasure that his fingers were giving her. She wanted more, she was so close. It seemed Souei could tell she was on the brink. Suddenly another new feeling washed over her. His thumb had moved to start rubbing small circles over her sensitive bud. That was more than enough to send her over the edge. Her head was thrown back. She cried out what she assumed was Souei’s name but all she could hear was her own racing heart beat that filled her ears.

Her body went limp as she panted softly trying to allow her lung’s more air and let her mind catch up with her body. She moaned softly when the fingers that had been buried in her body were slowly pulled out of her. Blinking her eyes slowly she gave a soft smile up at Souei. Fuck that was amazing and they had not even gotten to the main course yet.

“Wow,” she mumbled breathlessly and watched as the dark haired man let a huff escape him, though the huff sounded a lot more like a poorly covered start to a laugh. She was breathless and amazed, and he was not done with her yet. Then again she probably would have laughed at herself too had she not been still trying to get the feeling back in her fingers.

Souei took this opportunity to lean forwards and start to trail soft kisses over the skin of her stomach to slowly make his way up her body. Her legs loosely sat on either side of him. One of her hands finds its way to run through his hair. His hair was oddly softer than she expected. Then again what did she truly expect? Lord Rimuru kept the bath house well stocked in soaps and shampoos. Surely the men’s side was the same as the woman’s. And it was clear Souei took care of himself.

Lips latched onto a perky bud and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. Her back arched off the ground as she couldn’t help the reaction her sensitive body had to the stimulation. Too much too soon, and it was just him teasing a nipple. The feeling of his teeth glazing against her nipple had her whimper softly. She tugged at the hair she had entangled in her fingers.

Letting go of the nipple his lips continued to trail kisses up her chest, followed along her collarbone before he made his way up her neck. Following her jawline he finally reached what he wanted. His lips met hers. His lips were a lot softer than she expected. His tongue glanced along her bottom lip. She didn’t hesitate to part her lips for him to allow his tongue to slip into her mouth and deepen the kiss.

His hands moved to grab onto her hips. His body had effortlessly slipped between her parted knees. She could feel his length glide against her wet folds. She could not help but gasp into the kiss at the sensation as her overly sensitive body was not expecting it. Her hips bucked up as she craved the feeling again. She hadn’t meant to do that but it felt like her body had a mind of its own. The hands on her hips were quick to push her back down onto the grass below to hold her exactly where he wanted her.

That drew a soft whimper from her when she went to move her hips again but found she was unable to. Strong calloused hands kept her from being able to move freely. She let out a little whine at being unable to move her hips freely. She just wanted some more pleasure, to feel his hard cock sliding against her folds. Looking up into those deep blue eyes she watched the corner of his lips tug up into a soft smirk.

“Souei,” she whined out his name once she noticed the small smirk. Her hands reached down to try and claw at his wrists that were holding her hips in place. But her hands never got their chance to grab at him as her hands were suddenly stopped. Tugging at her wrists they did not move at all. Pausing, she looked down at them to see the ever so slight glimpse of a shimmer in the moonlight as she realized Souei had used his steel like threat to keep her from being able to freely move her hands. A soft chuckle above her had her looking up and pouting at the man who kept her pinned and watched as he moved one hand off of her hips and pulled at a strand of thread beside his own head. As he pulled she found her wrists being pulled up till they were over her head.

“Now be a good girl and try not to hurt yourself as the thread will not be broken easily,” It was a warning but the deep husky voice made it a little hard for her to focus on what the man was actually saying to her. At the moment she really could not be too bothered to worry too much about hurting herself. In her current state a little pain only felt good and had her squirming even more beneath Souei as she gently tugged at the thin thread wrapped around her wrists.

He gave her a few seconds of testing the resistance of his steel thread before his hands started to move along her hips. The feeling of his fingers running over the damp skin drew her attention away from the fact that he tied her hands up. Her pale eyes looked up at him as he gained her attention again. Which pleased him as she watched his lips curl up slightly as she looked up at him.

His hands moved slightly. One remained on her hip, gripping softly at the flesh there as the other hand slid down her thigh till he cupped the back of her knee and proceeded to pull it up and fold it back against her stomach.

“Perfect,” he purred at her as he lined up and ever so slowly slipped his tip between her folds and started to work his way into her body. She gasped and moaned as she was at his mercy as he slowly slid into her body.

“More. Faster,” she was begging and attempting to squirm beneath him. But the hands on her hips kept her pinned in place and forced to endure his teasing as he finally bottomed out inside of her.

She did not even attempt to hide the noises she was making. Soft whimpers escaped her as she tried to jolt her body from under him. The thread bit into her wrists and she did not move an inch. He was just toying with her as he enjoyed listening to her continue to beg for more.

Finally he started to move his hips a little faster. But still he was teasing her as he was still rather slowly moving his hips back and forth.

“Souei please,” she felt ready to cry as her body ached for more but was being denied.

“Alright,” he finally said though it almost sounded more like a low groan as his hips instantly snapped against hers.

She didn’t even try to hold back the scream of pleasure she let out as she got what she had felt so desperate for. Leaning his body into her bent knee it was pinned between them as his hips pistoned against hers. The hand that had been holding her leg up slid between them. His calloused fingertips easily finds her clit and wastes no time in giving the little bud a massage.

Her body nearly convulses with the added pleasure. She could quickly feel the tension in her stomach returning. That little elastic that felt ready to snap at any moment. And the earlier orgasm she had only made it harder for her to try to hold back to the oncoming orgasm. But it seemed that was not what Souei wanted as he leaned in a little closer to her so that his breath fanned her face.

“Cum for me,” he nearly growled. And that had her toppling over the edge. Her back arched. She cried out his name as her walls clamped down around him. Drawing moans from the normally silent man as he thrust into her letting her ride out her orgasm as his own build till finally one last thrust had him buried deep inside of her.

Panting heavily they both remained still for a few seconds letting the pleasure wash over them before finally one moved. It was Souei since Miyuki was still tied and pinned beneath him. But as Souei leaned back she was able to let her one leg drop. Still breathing heavily she watched as Souei tried to push his hair off of his sweat soaked forehead. With the lift of one hand the thread around her wrists grew slacked and she was able to pull them free. Though her arms felt heavy in her post orgasm state.

She pulled them down to rest on her still heaving chest as she watched Souei slowly climb to his feet. Silently he offered her a hand to help her up to her feet.

“Catch me if my legs don’t hold me?” She asked with a light laugh as she took his hand and let him help her up. Her legs felt wobbly beneath her, like a newborn fawn. She could feel his cum start to coat the inside of her thighs and cool against the night air.

“Well if you don’t mind I am going to return to my bath and actually get myself cleaned up,” she said smiling at him playfully, “you're still welcome to join.”

“It’s okay I should get back to patrol,” he said as he let her go once she pulled away from him and it was clear her legs would hold up her weight.

“Maybe next time then,” she called out over her shoulder as she headed back to the cold lake water to wash away the evidence of what they had just done.

[attemptinghaikyuu]

~Choose your own Ending~

“Pffffffbbbbbffff,” you’re not sure what noise you’re making but you continue to make it as boredom settles itself into your bones.

You’ve been sitting, and waiting, and then standing, and there was even this one time, when you plopped your face into your hands and groaned.

It was an exciting day of volunteering.

When Osamu had asked for help at a food event he was hosting, you thought it would mean you and him working together. In the two hours you had been in this stupid hall filled with activity, you hadn’t been able to do much more than switch the placement of pans around. There hasn’t been any point in Osamu asking for assistance when he already had so many people working.

“Hey, how are ya doing?”

“If it isn’t Osamu Miya, finally gracing me with his presence,” you huff, ignoring his question.

He presses a cool drink against your face.

“I know this isn’t very exciting, but the foods pretty great at least.” He smiles as he pulls a wrapped bit of food from seemingly thin air.

It’s a sandwich that smells like heaven, and all of a sudden you have tunnel vision. Only seeing the beautiful toasty warm bread, and all your favorite toppings.

You grin.

“Osamu, I love you.” You say it as you press the god like sandwich to your face, breathing in the aroma. You don’t notice the way his posture shifts from relaxed to on edge or the way his eyes are startled and unsure, before turning to something that would look like resolve if you were paying attention.

You’re so caught up in breathing in your sandwich that you don’t notice that Osamu’s talking til he’s asked a question.

“I really like ya,” Osamu says your name nervously. “Do you wanna go out with me?”

You almost drop your sandwich.

[blackberrysummerblog]

WIP Wednesday!!

Thank you for the tags, @cutestkilla and @palimpsessed! I’m still working away on my fic for erotic gropefest (and thank you too to everyone who liked or reblogged my post from that on Sunday, it was really great to get the encouragement 🥰)

Soooo I’m working on two things other than that, but mostly still my crucible marriage AU, so that’s what I’ll post an excerpt from today. This is still at the garden party reception, after Simon and Baz have, uh, finished up in the mudroom. I almost posted the bit with Mordelia that’s referenced here, but maybe this scene with Fiona has more value. Thanks for reading; tags are under the cut! (Sorry if I tagged anyone who already posted, I continue to be a tumblr fail)

Simon

Baz’s hair is gleaming in the sunlight, and I want to kiss him again until all these people take the hint and leave. I can’t imagine why his dad wanted to throw a party in the first place, except I guess it’s tradition, and tradition seems to have a stranglehold on these old-money families. What a way to live.

Merlin, Baz’s bratty sister is talking to Fiona after all—I’d thought she was just making idle threats. But no, she points right at us, and then—shit, she’s crossing her wrists behind her back. I didn’t think she’d noticed that, but Mordelia doesn’t miss a trick. A slow smile spreads over Fiona’s face as she turns to look at us and takes in my expression. She knows I know that she knows, and she’s going to give us hell over it for sure.

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As much as I try to avoid her, I end up bang across the table from Fiona while making a pass at the buffet, and I can’t help thinking she’s made sure it happened. “Hello, Simon,” she says loudly, voice dripping with feigned delight. “Haven’t seen much of you today.”

I try to look nonchalant. “I’ve been around.”

Unfortunately, this only gives her the opening she’s been looking for, and Fiona’s not one to leave an opportunity unpounced upon. I swear she and Baz are the spitting image of each other, the way one eyebrow arches nearly to her hairline. “Been tied up, have you?”

“I wasn’t tied up,” I hiss furiously, leaning across the table. So much for playing it cool.

I have my plate in both hands, and Fiona grabs my arm with shocking speed, dragging it forward until I’m forced to either give in or spill my food everywhere. “No rope marks, at least,” she concedes, examining my wrist below my rolled-up cuff. “Honestly, the state of you, Chosen One,” she accuses, smirking. “You’ve gone red as a dragon. It’s no concern of mine what Baz does to you.”

To me. Like I’m a possession to be used as he sees fit. Merlin, I can feel the heat building inside me, the uncontrolled danger of my very existence, and bloody Fiona Pitch is just standing there looking at me with that smug—

There’s an arm around my waist, and then Baz rests his chin on my shoulder and sighs. “Is this hedge witch bothering you, love?” He stands up straight and pulls me closer so he can kiss the mole on my right cheek; I can feel that he’s smiling as he does it, and I relax, leaning into him. I realise then that Fiona is still holding my arm; I’m stuck between them like the filling in a Pitch sandwich. (A Pitchwich.) (Merlin, I hate myself.)

“Your Simon and I are just having a nice little chat, aren’t we, dear?” Fiona purrs. She doesn’t look the least bit sincere.

“For Crowley’s sake, Fi. It’s our reception; could you put your claws away for one day?” Baz sounds exasperated, and not at all intimidated. I’ll have to ask him how he does that—his aunt is well terrifying.

“It’s fine,” I say, and thank magic, my voice doesn’t shake. “I was just getting a snack.”

Baz’s eyes graze over my heaped plate. “For how many mountain trolls?” he teases, stepping back. “Snakes, Snow, I don’t know where you put it.”

Before I can retort, one of the twins grabs Baz’s hand and drags him away, babbling something about a missing lizard—Christ, that’s what this party needs, reptiles on the loose. Fiona hauls me forward again, smiling so innocently that I know she’s about to say something incredibly mean, and she doesn’t disappoint. “I don’t care what he does to you, Snow, but don’t go getting any ideas about reciprocating, do you understand me?” For half a moment, I think she’s talking about what we did in the mudroom, but then I realise she’s still on about what she thinks we did in the mudroom. She doesn’t want me tying up her precious nephew. “You’re not in charge here, Chosen One.”

I yank my arm free at last, spilling some sticky toffee cake onto the white tablecloth, but I don’t care. I still have plenty. “Get stuffed, Fiona.”

That startles a laugh out of her, and honestly sometimes I think Baz’s family might be all right if they didn’t hate my living guts. Still chortling, Fiona wanders off, leaving me to stare sullenly at my depleted stash of cake. There will probably be more if I want some later, I think. Maybe I should go back and grab a couple more pieces, though.

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I've researched criminal minds more times than I can count. I love crime shows and such, but I'm not a fan of the personal character drama. I just want to see people solve crime. I know the endings to them all but still like them.

When I'm tired I love to ramble about human behavior. I'm really shy and bad at social interactions so it's usually me hyper analyzing an interaction and pointing out all the ways society's social standards are weird, at least to me lol.

Other stuff- I'm a fairly artistic person, I love paint and drawing, I also enjoy cooking. I'm shy and soft spoken in public but loud when I'm around people I like. I also love sleeping and naps. I'm a bit of a pushover and need people to like me but do like helping people. I also love listening to music, picking just 1 song to write about was hard so I picked two because I like so many, sorry!

Thanks!!

Okay, so hear me out. He gets a little bit of a bad rap because of the whole Sadism’s Hold thing, but you and Ivan, specifically FlyBoi!Ivan, would be so cute together, give him a CHANCE-

I get the irony of pairing you with someone who could have once been on Criminal Minds, I swear, but I feel like Ivan is a wonderfully gentle soul when not being otherwise manipulated. His normal voicemails are proof of that, that he’s thoughtful and communicative and not afraid of being vulnerable and putting his heart out there, you know? This would wonderfully complement the sensitivity that INFPs are known for.

Overall, I think you’d have a lovely, sweet, domestic sort of life together. Ivan also strikes me as a people pleaser which is great because when you pair people pleasers together, you get a couple who consistently looks out for one another’s needs. He travels for work and never forgets to call home or ask what new creative project you’re working on, never lets you forget he’s thinking about and missing you.

Song:

You could be dancing on tabletops/ Wearing high-heels/ Drinking until the world/ Spins like a wheel/ But tonight your apartment/ Had so much appeal/ Who needs stars?/ We've got a roof/ But there's nothing/ Like doing nothing/ With you

I don’t have a firm grasp of what genre Ivan would like, but I do like the slower, swaying vibes of this song for you. It’s sweet, relaxing, the soundtrack to when he finally comes home from a work trip and is grateful to see you napping on the couch in the dimming, sunsetting light of your living room.

Runner-Ups:

Morgan is a runner-up because he has a lot of similar vibes to Flyboi!Ivan, though I don’t know him well enough to match him confidently and he doesn’t strike me as forthcoming with his love and emotions. Cam was a closer candidate if I had not really liked the domestic vibes of you with a human or unempowered person.

note: if you don’t like Ivan and I took too big of a risk I am SO SORRY but he’s a darling and I love him he’s so lovable

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

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Sure this is an art blog but is writing not just another form of art? Anyways take this it’s not finished but I think it’s cool!

Eustass Kidd x Usopp one shot fic, whole fic is in Usopp’s POV,

The idea of having four crews of the worst generation on one island was a terrible idea, however it couldn't be avoided. Sanji needed to restock on spices and meat, Franky wanted to dock somewhere to work on the ship and repair some things, even Usopp had things he needed to do on the island. But the thought of seeing Law's crew sounded like a pain in the butt while running into Hawkin's or Kid's crew sounded more like a fight waiting to happen.

"Usopp I don't like the sound of this either but the next island is about a week away, and unless you and Luffy can consistently catch a ton of fish. Luffy might start thinking about eating one of us."

"I would not!"

"Yes you would Luffy."

"Hihi! Yeah I would!"

"B-But, Nami... Please!!! I'd be fine if it was just Law's crew but-"

"Torao is here?!"

Nami turns to glare at Usopp. Shit. "That settles it! We're docking at the island then! That's alright right Nami?"

If looks could kill Usopp would probably be dead. Nami gritted out in a sickly sweet tone " Yeah, sure Luffy! I'd love to dock at the same exact island that three other dangerous crews are on!"

Luffy stared at Nami with a blank face, not quite getting that she was being sarcastic.

"..... Great?"

She sighs, she's been trying to help Luffy understand more social cues as well as when people are being nice versus when people are being rude. It looks like it's not working very well though.

Nami turns to Usopp, " This is your fault."

And truth be told, yes it was his fault that Luffy heard that Law was at the island but it was not his fault that they ran out of food to keep their ship crew fed. For the most part. Okay maybe he and Luffy one too many midnight snacks. Fine, more like 10 but who's counting.

Usopp heard a chuckle coming from Robin lying in the lawn chair and reading. " Well perhaps we'll run into a bit of fun? Maybe one of us will be framed for murder of a rival crew member?"

Franky comes out to the deck to reply, "Don't scare Nami and Usopp too much, plus I think it'd be a lot more entertaining if it actually was one of us! And it was like some kind of revenge plot or something!"

Robin looked at Franky with admiration and love, then proceeded to say "Isn't that a bit too cliche, Flam?"

"Well, I gues- wa-! Robin! You know I hate being called that!" Said Franky with a small pout on his lips. As Robin started to chuckle again.

"God they're so fucking sappy and cheesy, it's so cute and I'm really glad they're happy together but like god damn!"

"You're so right Nams, look at them all happy and shit. Absolutely disgusting."

"Girl, don't agree with me. I hate you right now, now we literally have to dock on this shitty island because you couldn't keep your voice down."

"You KNOW he has selective hearing, he would've heard anyways!"

Zoro interjected with "You know he wouldn't have heard anything if you both had shUT THE FUCK UP! NOW-"

"GO BACK TO SLEEP MOSS HEAD!"

"YOU SHOULD GO WANDERING OFF INTO THE DAMN OCEAN AND DROWN ASSHOLE!"

And Zoro immediately butt out of the argument as he got hit by both Nami and Usopp.

"Anyways, both of you are on dish duty for the rest of the week."

"You can't do that!"

"I DIDNT DO SHIT!!"

"Too bad, now get ready to leave the ship. You're also both on grocery duty."

The two men groaned as Nami walked away in a huff. Zoro looked at Usopp in the eye and sent him a little glare.

"Don't look at me like that. Look I'll buy you some good sake alright?"

"... I want two bottles of good sake."

"Ugh, deal."

With a little grin Zoro went back to relaxing, or maybe to maybe have a quick nap before going. Either way he was resting. Usopp walks down to his workshop to double check what parts he already has and which ones he needs and made a checklist of them. As he was about to go to ask Franky if he also needed any parts or what not he hears a knock on his door. Usopp opens it to find Sanji.

"Dish duty and grocery duty huh?"

"Man, shut the hell up."

Which earned a small laugh from Sanji.

"I'm gonna go wake the Marimo up now so you better hurry before we leave you."

"Wait, I gotta ask Frank a couple of things before I go."

Franky then pops his head from his workshop and proceeded to ask, "What do ya need to ask me?"

Usopp was surprised to see him there, not that it was irregular to see him in his own room. It was just that Usopp didn't expect him to be here. He thought he was still with Robin or something. He probably just didn't hear Franky coming down because he was so focused on his supply check.

"Since I'm going shopping I wanted to know if ya wanted me to get you any parts before they sell out of what we need or something."

"Aw, thanks little bro! I need like about 20 of the 35-67-20 seals and 10 of those 45-80-12 seals and about 100 or maybe even 200 nuts and screws of all the standard sizes and also three bouquets of Tulips, Rhododendrons, Zinnias, Plantain lilies and Day Lilies."

"Three?"

"Yeah, I looked for some flowers that were safe for deer and people and I'm giving one bouquet to Robin, Chopper and Nami to brighten their rooms a little!"

"Aw that's sweet! But don't you think Chopper might eat those? Considering that those flowers are safe for deer to eat? Although he isn't technically a deer but a reindeer."

Franky answered stood there in silence along with Usopp and Sanji. All of them ponder the question that was just asked. Franky then started to leave as he said to Usopp "So the seals, nuts and screws! Get 'em for me will ya? Thanks little bro!" And proceeded to go to the deck, probably to question Chopper whether he likes to eat flowers or not. Sanji then mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that Sanji?"

"Nothing, just wondering what I should make for dinner, anyways now that that's over with come on."

They walked out over to the deck to find Zoro, not where he was before. Or any of his usual sleeping spots.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!"

"God fucking dammit. He probably thought we left him or some shit. Fuuuuuck."

"That damned moss head, it's like he literally has moss in his head instead of an actual human brain. I'd say I can't believe this, but this is pretty on par for that dumbass."

"Should we split up and look for him before we go shopping?"

"We can't, we need to buy the groceries before the good shit is all sold out to the other crews, that fucking bitch is gonna pay if that happens!"

"Okay so what's the plan? Just buy the groceries?"

"Usopp look, I'm gonna need you to buy everything on this list I made for you. I'll handle half of the Marimo's list and you get the other half, can I count on you to buy the best ingredients you can find for as cheap as you can?"

Usopp smirked and replied confidently, " Nami ain't the only that can get a good bargain!"

"Hell yeah, go! Make me proud!

.

Usopp was arguing with a lady about the rice that Sanji needed him to buy. He heard from another vendor that he gets all his rice from here because her rice was high quality and delicious. So he did what he had to do to get the rice.

"My final offer! 10,000 berries for 160 kilograms of your finest rice!"

"Hah! The lowest I'll go is 16,000 for 30 kilos."

"What if I said please?"

"Hmm, 15,500 for 30."

"And if I said I'd help you repair your food stand?"

"Now you're talking! 12,500 for 30!"

"Deal! Pleasure doing business ma'am!"

"Like wise."

As Usopp shook her hand he felt proud of himself, he could understand Nami in a way. Getting a bargain did feel pretty good. But then he realised his mistake. He can't carry all this rice. Well technically he could, but that would take around two or three trips. Not only that but it's starting to get dark and he hasn't bought what Franky needs yet. He starts to think hard on what to do until he hears a loud yell from across the street.

He looks over and, oh. Oh no.

"Hey! You're the sniper for the Strawhats aren't ya?"

OH NOOOOOOOOOO

"Where's that shitty little kid anyways?"

This was not a good day for Usopp.

"Hey! You ignoring me or something you brat?"

"W-Who're you calling a brat! I'm only four years younger than you!"

Shit. As soon as Usopp finished his sentence, there was a murderous glint in Kidd's eye. He started to walk over to Usopp.

"Oh really? So you're the same age as that stupid captain of yours?"

"If you hurt me, uh. Luffy will come after you!"

He's getting closer he's almost right in front Usopp.

"Who cares about your captain? He ain't here now. What I wanna know is, what you would do."

What?

He leans over and whispers into Usopp's ear, "What would you do to me, huh?"

He then pulled away and smirked at Usopp. Taking in his flushed face.

"So you want help?"

"W-Whuh? Um. I-"

Kidd sighed and said, "THE BAGS? Do you need help with the bags? You know, the shit you have in your hands?"

"Oh! Uh I mean. I guess. Fuck! Yes, I mean yes I. Haha sorry. Just. Gimme a moment."

Holy fuck? What the fuck was that? What the FUCK was that? That was so fucking hot and terrifying holy shit what.

"Could you, h-help me with the rice? That'd be really helpful and um."

Kidd looks at Usopp, and asks with an aggravated tone, "What?"

"My name is Usopp. Uh, yeah."

Kidd raised an eyebrow and looked him dead straight in the eye. He laughed, and replied with a smile "I know."

This man is going to be the death of him. He didn't think it'd be this kind of death but nonetheless a death.

"So where do you need to go?"

"Well I need to go to the parts shop and maybe the junkyard if we have time."

"Sick. So which way?"

"Well a vendor I talked to before said that the parts shop should be further down a couple of streets and that I'd need to take a right turn at the red bar then proceed down that street and then we'd find it."

“Well then hurry up, I ain’t got all day you know.”

The walk was quiet, and quickly turning into an anxiety churning venture. He didn’t understand what was happening. Sure, he understood that he was shopping for groceries and then Kidd came into the picture. He invited himself in on this little adventure or whatever just as suddenly as he arrived. Usopp still wasn’t really sure what happened between that. That must have been a joke or something right? Or maybe this was a dream? Maybe he’s actually on the ship! Unconscious from Nami’s punch! Maybe-