#once again i turn my favs into women

[kombucha-enjoyer]

tumblr really isn't the best place to post aot stuff, huh? im gonna do it anyways

[wosoamazing]

Accident

Summary: Kyra accidentally hurts you resulting in a concussion

Warnings: Injury, Vomiting (Once)

A/N: Just a short-ish one, not my fav, hope you like it. Also I'm still working on the beach/body image fic, its just taking longer than expected.

You, Kyra, and Charli were just messing around after practice when Kyra accidentally shoved you into the goal post, causing you head to hit it quite hard. You kind of just stood there in shock while the two others stared at you not knowing what to do, before you dropped to the ground, sitting crossed legged holding your head in your hands as you began to cry.

“Charli, go get Steph and the medics” Kyra order bending down putting a hand on your shoulder, which you shrugged off. “No, go away.”

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“Charli what’s the rush?” Steph said when Charli got to them slightly out of breath and panicked.

“Kyra hurt Y/N,” with those three words Steph was sprinting to you.

“What?” more girls turned around at her words.

“She shoved her as a joke but then Y/N’s head hit the goal post and it kinda bounced back off the goal post and now, she is crying”.

“We need some medics over here” Sam yelled before following Steph.

“What’s wrong with Kyra? She’s crying” Caitlin spoke, and with that more girls were headed over along with the medics.

_____

“Hey Y/N, it’s me, can you lie down for me?” Steph said as she reached you, with Steph’s help you laid down on your back.

“Hey Kid, what’s wrong?” Sam asked as she reached you.

“I-it H-hurts” you cried out. “Where does it hurt?” she asked trying to get more information “M-my head, h-here” you said through tears as you pointed to your left temple area, where a slight bump was already forming.

“Okay, it’s okay, we’ve got you and the medics are coming,” she said reassuring you.

The medics came over and moved Kyra and some of the other girls out of the way, but Steph and Sam stayed either side of you, each hold one of your hands.

Kyra started crying at the scene evolving around her when she cried out “I-I’m sorry, i-it was an ac-cident,” Sam looked up to her before reassuring her “It’s okay Kyra” she then looked at the other girls “Can you guys maybe go check on Charli and help Kyra, oh and keep Tony updated. We have it all covered here” they all followed their captains orders and dispersed.

After the medics did some more checking they spoke to Sam and Steph “She’s definitely got a concussion grade 1, maybe grade 2, we’ll talk to Tony but it would be good if she could stay in your room for the next few nights as she will need someone to keep an eye on her and well….,” she tapered off both of the older two women knew she was suggesting the fact that you wouldn’t want to share a room for Kyra for the next few nights after what happened, before she continued “and we will check her out again tomorrow, I think she is still slightly in shock. She may get some nausea, or she may throw up but it’s only a concern if she throws up more than twice a day, and make sure she drinks lots of water and stays off screens. Oh, and wake her up roughly every four hours to check everything is okay and call us if you need anything”.

“Thank you,” Steph and Sam both chimed before helping you get up. They both took you to their room and you had a quick shower while Steph sat on the toilet she insisted she stayed their while you showered encase you fell, and you didn’t have enough energy to fight back, Sam quickly went to your room to get you some clothes and a few of your things you might need for the next few nights before returning, Sam handed you some clothes which you got dressed into and then they helped you get into bed, both finding a position either side of you before you leant on Steph and quickly nodded off.

“Were they in there?” Steph asked moving her gaze from you over to Sam who nodded her head in response. “How was she, well they?”

“Charli was alright, just a little sad that this one got hurt, but Kyra was still crying Caitlin, Mini, Alanna and Macca were trying to calm her down, when I walked in she deffo started crying more, well the glare I got from Mini told me that, and she kept saying she was sorry, I feel kind of bad but I mean they shouldn’t have been messing around”

“Yeah, I think we should tell Tony not to punish Kyra though, I think hurting her friend was punishment enough, she seemed really upset on the pitch” Steph said softly.

“Yeah, I know, I think all three of them learnt a lesson, we always tell them to be more careful because someone will get hurt, and well…” she replied motioning towards your figure lying between them.

“Hey, can you wake up?” Sam said slightly nudging you. You thought it must’ve hit the four-hour mark but when your eyelids eventually rose from their place you saw 6 figures scattered around the room, making you unsure as to why you were woken up. Kyra was hiding behind Caitlin who was trying to coax her out of her hiding, she was sniffling every now and then. “Kyra just has something she wants to say to you, is that okay?” Sam informs you; you were unsure why so many people needed to be in the room for her to do so but you just nodded which was a mistake as a sudden wave of nausea ran through you, but it quickly subsided. That was until Alanna and Macca slammed the door behind them, Tony wanted an update and they said they would go, the loud thud of the door and the vibration of the room made you feel like you could be sick at any moment.

“Go ahead Kyra,” at Sam’s words the nausea increased, and you were about to be sick, you gaged.

“I think I’m going to be-” “Someone the bowl from the bathroom,” but it was too late the contents of your stomach were all over your shirt and the bed, and you burst into tears, Kyra cried at the sight, knowing that this was her fault, even if she didn’t mean it, her push was the reason you had a concussion and why you had just been sick. Mini came back with the bowl, sighing at the sight, but still handing the bowl over just encase.

“Are you all good or do you think you’re going to be sick again?” Steph said after a few moments, she was rubbing your back trying to calm you down, in any other moment that you were crying this hard she would’ve given you a big hug, but in this current situation she didn’t really want to do that.

“I-I think I’m g-good” you said through sobs.

“I think we’ll let you be and come back later,” Caitlin said as she put her hands on the now also sobbing Kyra and lead her out the door, Charli followed quickly behind, and she gently shut the door behind her.

“Here, I’ll help,” Mini said as you were tugging at your shirt trying to figure out how to get it off, Steph and Sam had already gotten up and were trying to deal with the bed.

“I-I’m, I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean t-too” you sniffled, you truly didn’t mean to create such a mess, the three women gave you sorry looks before Mini said, “It’s okay, but Y/N/N it isn’t your fault, come on let’s get that shirt off hey,” she helped you get your shirt over your head without transferring anything from your shirt onto you, she was oddly good at it but you supposed having a toddler would mean she had some practice. “Also,” mini started as she looked over to Steph and Sam, “you can have Harper’s room, we are trying to sleep train her, so Tony gave us a second room, but we don’t need it as much as you guys do.” Your two captains smiled at her offer and thanked her profusely.

As the four of you left the room, with two suitcases in hand to head down to your new room you saw the cleaners walking down the hall, Sam mouthed a sorry at them. The new room was only a few doors down and as soon as you entered you climbed into its fresh bed, and the others got sorted, helping Mini move Harper’s stuff out. After a little while they both climb back into bed with you, this time making sure they keep the bowl close by, which in the following three days you didn’t end up needing. Steph and Sam had taken turns going to training so someone was always with you while you were still recovering and Kyra came to apologise and said she should’ve been more careful, you accepted her apology and agreed with her. Thankfully three days later you were cleared and deemed safe to go back to training, and it was safe to say there was no more messing around between you, Kyra and Charli, well at least on the pitch, and near any poles.

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Hearts [S. R] part 2

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

part 1!

summary: morning coffees become the special moments between you and Spencer, but you also discover that he may have more competition for his love than you expected.

N/A: I never thought this would be so well received and I honestly feel so happy! I am very grateful to all the people who requested a second part, I hope you like it and if you want to tell me something in the comments I will read it with pleasure!

people who might be interested: @c-m-stuff @no-soy-fer @synthsescape @bella-fics @cynbx

That morning Spencer came to his desk with coffee in hand and set it carefully to one side, the sight of his scrawled name looming large throughout.

Spencer <3

What did that mean? It was his name, that's obvious, but it was written with such a careful and clean line that it was very beautiful to admire and the heart drawn next to it was what didn’t quite add up in the whole thing. Reid knew that it was an ideogram used to express the idea of affection or love, so the most logical conclusion was that you were trying to communicate a feeling of that kind, but then he wondered: was it affection between friends? a simple show of affection, he supposed. Nothing further, surely it could not be anything else.

There were days when you and he barely saw each other, as the team had to go out to handle cases in the field and you stayed behind to do literally whatever you could do to complete your service hours, but every morning without fail you looked for him to deliver the long-awaited coffee. You were keeping your promise and for three days you arrived with two cups on the tray, one clean and the other labeled for him: Reid, Spence, Doctor R., all titles followed by a drawing of a heart. When Friday rolled around and you handed him what he thought would be his last cup, you decided to propose a deal.

"Today I was thinking that I could buy your coffee permanently, if you want” you exclaimed kindly, while you watched him from the chair that you had pulled to sit next to him. Some mornings when there wasn’t so much movement you would stay there to drink a few shots of your coffee and share a small moment of the day "It's on my way here and it's obvious that you like it"

“Oh, I… I couldn't even think about it, no. I would take too much advantage of you"

“You're going to pay me back, Reid. I'll just bring it” you laughed, watching him turn red to the ears while he drank a little to try to mask it.

"Then, I'd love to," he exclaimed with a tight-lipped smile. He was a little excited to continue having excuses to talk to you every day and, above all, to drink the delicious coffee that he had already gotten used to.

"Although I'm running out of ideas, to be honest," you said amused, because that day the cup didn’t have any inscription due to that lack of creativity. But as by the work of fate, an idea came to your mind, so you smiled from ear to ear while you took a black marker from your friend's desk and took the cup from his hand. Spencer looked at you carefully and curiously while you were writing and just when you finished Hotch called you from the other side of the tables "I have to go, don't miss me too much" you murmured, handing him the glass and then winking at the boy, who in response only awkwardly raised his hand.

Once you left, he looked at what you had written, less neatly than the other times, and felt himself grinning like a fool:

My fav agent and again that damn heart.

“Y/N”

"Yeah?" you asked, looking up at another of your fellow interns. You had a room where everyone could stay for a while to work on their own business, but on this occasion, curiously, only women had gathered at the table, there were about five of you in the entire building. Among them Jennifer, a girl you liked very much and with whom you could presume to have something like a friendship, and for some strange reason there was also Victoria.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Huh… yeah, I guess" you muttered a bit confused, and even though you didn't know the girl she smiled in your direction.

“Is that brown-haired guy you talk to every morning your boyfriend?”

“Spencer?” you asked, widening your eyes at the surprise with which the question had taken you. You expected her to ask what band you listened to the most, your favorite food, or some other stupid thing, but not that. Now all the girls' attention was on you, including Victoria's inquisitive scowl and Jennifer's amused look “I wouldn't say that” 

"And do you think you can introduce me?" she said with more enthusiasm than she intended, and they all laughed collectively.

“I get second in line”

"Girls, girls..." Jennifer intervened and you knew that from that moment the topics of the internship would take a back seat “He may not be her boyfriend now, but that doesn't mean she doesn't want him to be”

"Jenn!"

"Am I lying?" she sneered “You smile every time you see him and you two look so in love whispering to each other every morning. Also, a week ago I saw you go out together at night”

"Jenn," you insisted, muttering to her in the hope that she would notice that you wanted her to shut up. It wasn't that you were ashamed of being associated with him, you just didn't want to spread wrong rumors that might embarrass him.

“How come he's already an agent? He looks very young”

“It's because he's a prodigy, duh. He’s as attractive as he’s intelligent”

"I imagine that being such a smart man he knows perfectly the weak points of a woman" another girl murmured, joining the conversation "If you know what I mean"

“For now we are just friends. That's all" you said trying to end the conversation, completely embarrassed that such a personal matter had ended up as the talk of all the female interns of the FBI. It was supposed to be a serious job and you guys looked like gossipy high school girls.

"Maybe he's waiting for someone better," Victoria said into the air, a venomous tone permeating every word.

"Anyway, if you give up, can you get me his number?" insisted the first girl. You nodded just so as not to break his illusion, but you knew very well that Spencer didn't use a phone beyond what was necessary for work.

Even though you yourself had told him that surely many girls liked him, you didn't expect that he really had admirers so close and to be honest a pang of jealousy invaded you. Victoria was the most obvious of them all, but you knew that being college girls they were more likely to admire the masculine charm of perhaps the youngest member of the FBI. They too were young and beautiful, but you chose to trust that you had the upper hand in winning the man's affections.

You tried as hard as you could to concentrate on your tasks, but now that his name had come up it was hard to think of anything but him. Spencer wasn't a very expressive guy, but you knew that he was comfortable with you or else he wouldn't seek you out or agree to talk to you like you did, although clearly that didn't ensure that he was attracted to you. Maybe he just saw you as a good friend.

At night, when you were about to go home, you tried to look for him so you could see him again with the excuse of saying goodbye, but you were surprised when you saw that he was talking to Victoria in an already empty section. Curiosity to know what they were talking about invaded you and you stood where you were, squinting your eyes to try to read their lips. Reid wasn't participating too much in the chat, you'd even say he looked awkward, but she was shamelessly flirting with him. Perhaps the sudden change in attitude that she had had was what your friend had missed so much and just when you thought of approaching to go save him from the situation, she stood on her toes and crashed her lips against his, leaving you standing just in your place and completely in shock.

You didn't expect her to dare to do something like that, but the reaction he had left you even more surprised, because, although it wasn't so favorable, he didn't seem bothered by the show of affection he had just received either. He just stood in front of her, looking her up and down as if he were analyzing her.

You didn't want to stay there any longer and almost instantly you turned around to walk out the front door, hoping that this had meant absolutely nothing to him and the next day you could look him in the face without feeling the jealousy boiling in your veins.

It was almost time for dismissal when Spencer remembered that he had a file to go through that he'd ignored all morning, and he cursed himself a little for leaving things until the last minute. His coworkers told him that he could finish it the next morning, but he knew that if he did that he probably wouldn't have time to drink coffee with you so he preferred to stay a little later there.

Little by little the offices emptied and when there was almost no one left, he finally finished, feeling the discomfort of the recurring pain in his back due to the bad position in which he sat. He put his things away, put on his coat, and slung his briefcase over his shoulder, ready to go back to his apartment, but a person got in the way when he was about to cross the hall. Due to exhaustion and seeing that it was a female body he assumed it would be you, but when he paid more attention, he noticed that it wasn’t even remotely possible that the ironed black hair was yours.

"Doctor Reid"

"Miss Evans" he greeted her, without losing cordiality, but not with too much emotion either.

"What are you doing here so night?"

"Job. There's nothing else to do around here at this hour,” he said without looking at her. But the girl was determined to get that one-night stand that she was sure you had, lie as it was.

“It's a shame, but I know a bar near here that you might like if you want to have a little fun”

“Bars are noisy and are one of the biggest sources of infection that can exist. Sweat, alcohol, and unknown fluids permeate the environment and it is very probable that the consumption of drugs affects not only those who consume them but also those who are close to them, so I prefer to decline your invitation" he exclaimed, hoping that this explanation would be enough to make it clear to this woman that he wasn't interested.

“So you're more of hanging out in the apartment? I have a lot of great things in mine, including a jacuzzi."

“Jacuzzies are unsanitary” he insisted. If he proposed, he would know that he would find a valid excuse for whatever plan she might suggest.

"What a killjoy, Agent Reid” she giggled, but he wasn't too amused by any of it. "Do you ever have fun?"

"I think my concept of fun and yours diverge a lot" he murmured, still not looking at her directly and ready to end the conversation.

Spencer was about to leave when she raised herself to his height and in a quick movement that caught him off guard, she smashed her lips against his. As she turned away from her the man froze completely in his place, looking at her from head to toe as if she were some strange natural specimen.

"What if I promise there will be more of that?" she asked, in a last-ditch attempt, faking a honeyed voice. He was going to respond when there was something that forced him to look in the direction of the exit door, where someone else was already walking. From the pattern of colored stripes on the jacket he knew it was definitely you and if it was you then you probably witnessed the entire exchange. He felt the urge to run after you to justify himself for something he hadn't even done, not knowing why he was embarrassed or worried that you'd seen that. “Come on, are you really going to say no to all this?”

"Listen to me, Victoria. I understand if having power over others gives you pleasure because you are the least noticed and recognized member of the family, or if you enjoy saying hurtful things to people to feed your own insecurities, but I ask that you please stay away from me and stop trying whatever you're trying. I don't like you, you're a bad person and I won't allow you to kiss me without my wanting it, or to make your sexual advances that won't get you anywhere. So again, I say don't bother me again” he said and without waiting for any answer he walked out of sight of her. Even if he had stayed, Victoria had her ego so hurt that she didn't think of anything to say back and instead she just let helpless tears fill her eyes, followed by a gesture of a tantrum.

When Spencer came downstairs he couldn't find you anywhere and the anxiety in his stomach only increased, wishing he had misrecognized the person who had left so it wasn't about you. The matter didn't keep him awake, of course, but when he noticed the next morning that you weren't at his desk, he thought it was reason enough to worry. Worse still when he noticed that you had left a lonely cup on the table, with absolutely no adorable titles decorating it. It made him feel so guilty, like he somehow knew that you were upset because you'd seen Victoria kiss him the night before and he wasn't worthy of your affection anymore.

Even Hotch noticed that he was more distracted than usual and although he had already seen your exchanges, he thought it would be better not to intervene in anything that had to do with young love. Being a cupid was a more difficult task than the one he already fulfilled at the BAU. So when night came and he didn't look at you anywhere, anxiety was already eating him to the ground, wishing he could have your phone number to at least comfort himself with hearing your voice. Going to your apartment was something he considered, but then it became unthinkable because he didn't even know how you would react.

Victoria became less of a concern as she seemed to get the message perfectly and every time during the day that he crossed her path she just looked away, totally offended.

But when the same situation arose twice, he felt that something was wrong and he wasn't going to endure a third time. It was then that Spencer left the house early that morning to stop by a bakery and buy a couple of fresh sweet buns, hoping that this time you were expecting him. But his disappointment was greater when he saw that once again there was only the bare cup of coffee.

"Didn't you see Y/N?" he asked Elle when he arrived, nervously fiddling with the paper bag he was holding in his hands.

“No, she just left your coffee and left, but I don't know where. She seemed pretty rushed”

Spencer inwardly cursed and sighed in frustration, until a few seconds later he caught sight of you on the other side of the building, carrying a stack of folders and talking on the phone. He didn't hesitate for a moment before running (at first, then he slowed down a bit as he remembered the incessant times Hotch had scolded him for it) towards you so he could finally talk to you.

“Y/N,” he said softly as he reached your side, and he took the bright smile you gave him as you turned to look at him as a good sign.

"Wait a minute" you mouthed, still answering the call you had on the line, and when you hung up you finally turned your attention to him "Hey, Reid. Good morning"

"I bought you this" he murmured, showing you the bag with food inside, and you almost moaned with happiness.

“Food is what I need most to survive the day”

"What are you doing?"

“Two days ago, your boss Gideon thought it was a good idea to make me his personal secretary. So right now, I'll do everything he asks me to do” you snorted, obviously exhausted by the work you had done and by the ones you surely would have to do.

It clicked in the boy's mind and then he understood that this was the reason you hadn't seen it, not because you were angry. Relief ran down the length of his spine.

"Really?"

“I don't even think that's legal, you know? I'm an intern, they don't pay me a penny and they take advantage of me like I earn the same as the fucking president” you complained. Until then he noticed that you were struggling to hold the papers and he decided to stretch out his hands to help you carry them, like a real gentleman "Thank you"

“Where should you take them? I'll accompany you” he offered. You led him through the halls to a file store that even he doubted he knew about, and explained that your job for the next several weeks would be to sort and categorize the case files for a more efficient process of future searches.

“I'm seriously thinking about giving this whole damn thing up and selling hotdogs in some park or whatever. I would be happier and I would earn almost the same” you joked, raising your arms to stretch your back a bit like a cat that had just woken up. The place was completely alone, silent and the lighting was so dim that it even looked gloomy “Did you get my coffees?"

"Yes, I did," he muttered, "I thought you were mad at me though”

"Why?"

"Because..." he hesitated for a moment if it would be wise to mention what he thought was the reason for your anger, until he realized that saying it out loud would simply sound absurd. There shouldn't be a reaction on your part to the facts “you weren't there. And you didn't write anything”

"Oh, I was in a hurry. I'm sorry,” you sincerely apologized. While you were talking to him you thought that you could start to categorize the documents that you would have just brought and you got to it, hoping that he wouldn't interpret that as a sign that you wanted him to leave; luckily Spencer rushed to your side to help you as soon as he could.

"Alright. I'm glad to know you're not upset."

"If I had known that you loved my notes so much, it would have taken me a few seconds" you smiled and when you turned your head you noticed that you were too close to him, or he to you, rather.

You were silent for a few moments until he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know your opinion about what you had or hadn't seen that night.

"Victoria looked me up the other day," he said disinterestedly. You smiled victoriously for not having to be the first to mention it, even though the matter was slowly burning inside you.

“Oh, I know. I looked at you talking to her” you exclaimed bitterly, without taking your eyes off the files.

"And she too... huh..."

"Calm down" you interrupted him, taking a bunch that were already ordered and moving away from him to take them to a filing cabinet "I saw that too"

“It was so strange”

"It was pathetic," you said without any embarrassment. You finally looked up and noticed some fear in him, as if he thought you meant that he was pathetic "It wasn't even a good kiss"

"And what would one be like?" he replied without thinking. You stifled a laugh and looked at him kindly.

“That's not something I can explain to you, Reid. I would have to show you"

“Well…” he said, finally breaking away from your gaze and staring at you with those big beautiful hazel eyes.

You were surprised that he wasn't averse to it because you honestly didn't expect to achieve anything with that sentence, you just wanted to tease him a bit. Spencer kept looking at you in silence for a few seconds and you knew what that look meant, or at least you thought you did. Those pleading eyes only screamed one thing: show me. Kiss me.

You walked enough steps to close the distance and stand right in front of him, looking down at him with a smile of pure mischief.

“Well, what?"

“Nothing, nothing, I just… I thought you could enlighten me a bit on the subject. As unbelievable as it may seem, I am very uninformed about the standard of what is considered a good or bad kiss” he admitted. Even flirting he sounded like a walking book.

You weren't going to give him time to regret it so you took him by the lapels of his formal shirt and with a yank you pulled him to you. Spencer's breath caught at how sudden the contact had been, and you heard him release the trapped air over your lips, giving you the chance to deepen the kiss. At first he was tense, but after a few seconds you felt his shoulders relax considerably and that's when you slid your hands down the length of his neck until you reached to hold his cheeks. One of your hands left that position only to guide the man's hands to your waist and once you were in this way you took the opportunity to push your body against his a little more, with your torso attached to his. There was no mention of how the tip of your tongue experimentally flicked across his lips and made him sigh audibly.

Spencer nearly whimpered as the heat from your body left his.

“We just shared approximately 80 million bacteria” you blurted out, but he was too flushed and shocked to corroborate denying the information. Just to play with him you decided to give him another kiss, shorter and louder than the previous one "And you just had a good kiss"

You didn't wait for any reaction before separating completely and that made him come out of the trance he was in, still not believing what had just happened. He couldn't even say anything before your phone started ringing with a call.

"I'll see you later?"

"It's up to you," you said with a smile. Spencer nodded and not knowing what else to do he decided to walk out before he could embarrass himself "Oh, and Spence…”

"Yeah?" he answered, trying not to let you notice how it affected him that you called him that way.

“Do you remember the other day when I told you that surely hundreds of girls liked you?” you asked and when he nodded a couple of hairs got messy "Although I'm sure it's true, on that occasion I was only talking about me" you confessed. You couldn't ignore the ringing sound any longer or you'd lose it, so you picked up the hook and started a business conversation, but not before winking at him as a farewell.

Spencer came out of it trying to look as normal as possible, but he still couldn't figure out how he'd have the strength to work objectively for the rest of the day when he'd just gotten such a good kiss from the prettiest girl he'd ever met.

[iwashie]

MELTING MAGNETS

!! mdni, f!reader(25+), age gap(10/15 years), male characters 35+ !!

Older man who worked hard to have the life he has and couldn’t get a love, keep a love or find someone his age willing to share and build with him and now he’s given up on it, living life as it comes, without much expectation. Older man tired of everything.

Older man tired of everything, believing that he was going to die alone, until he exchanged glances at you and his heart pounded again, his body reacted as if it was being turned on after a long time of no use.

“I’m old enough to be your parent.” "You’re nothing mine, but you can be."

Older man who, every time he convinced himself that he couldn’t do that, found himself closer to you, getting closer little by little, opening up as if you were the key to everything he kept.

Older man who felt bad for letting you into his life, getting real laughs and smiles out of him, arousing an interest in being protective, an interest in wanting to know more about you, of always being close to you, listening to your voice, smelling and touching you.

Older man who could easily lose control when around you, letting you shape him as you pleased, showing what it was like to fall in love all over again.

Older man who knew it was dangerous to get involved with younger women.

However, your touch seemed to catch him on fire, warming every bone in his body and melting away all the protection he’d created. Your kiss made him want more, made him hungry, wishing he had everything you were offering to him. You together, touching, kissing, loving, whispering truths in the urgency, wanting more from each other, burned violently.

You awakened what had long died in him. You burned in him the will to accomplish what he once gave up.

You two played this game of desire and secrecy, playing the dangerous, dancing past the point of return, far from what he swore was right for both of you.

“I just want you. Tell me what you want.”

Older man who felt guilty and walked away, tried once again with people his age, but to no avail. He kept thinking about what the two of you would be like, how things were with you. Older man who found himself trapped in something he couldn’t undo.

“Never really felt bad about it. Let go, we can free ourselves of all we’ve learned.”

Older man who couldn’t stay away from you, always bumping when you two were in the same place, attracting each other like magnets. Older man who couldn’t help but desire you and not end up in a secluded corner where that fire melted you both and ended up molding yourselves in each other’s hands.

It’s inevitable for you two.

Older man who couldn’t stand the lonely life anymore and after he discovered you, he couldn’t go back to the old, he didn’t want to go back to the past. He felt alive after a long time; He wanted to feel the things you awakened in him, embrace that secret language of yours and not go back.

Older man who embraced the point of no return, allowed himself again, learning what it was like to be alive, not regretting being with you, choosing you over what he thought was right, not caring what others said or judged.

Older man who was happy and ready to make his dreams come true with a younger person willing to share and build things that others didn’t want. Older man who was on fire like he used to be, wishing he had you forever.

noel noa, marc snuffy, aizawa, nanami, shiu, kunikida, hirotsu, keishin ukai, ur fav !!

© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[exhaslo]

Hi I have a weirdly specific request for a Miguel fic! I was watching a fav movie Dirty Dancing and the part where baby and Johnny are practicing and they do the crawling to Love is Strange, I was wondering if you could write a one shot of the reader attempting to make Miguel less stressed at his office by dancing for him and when the “hey Sylvia? Yes Mickey?” Part comes on she’s crawling over to him and on his lap and smut ensuuuuues and he plays along cos he can’t help it. SO SORRY IF that’s so jumbled idk how else to describe it 🤷‍♀️

Sooooo, embarrassing enough, I've never seen Dirty Dancing. I could never get into those movies as a kid or even now. But I'll watch that scene so I have an idea of what you mean and I'll do my best to write it!

Also, sorry this was late!! I can't catch a break at both jobs for the holidays!

Warning: Minors DNI, dry humping, smut, almost caught, teasing

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No one liked working at Alchemax and if you did, you were insane. Alchemax was a company that would literally drag your soul down to the depths of hell if you even dared to relax. Shit, it was impossible to quit because the CEO would drug everyone who tried to leave. Especially if they were a good worker.

You fell into that group of good workers; however, you knew better than to quit. Once you saw some of your coworkers acting funny, you were stuck. At least you had something to keep you going at this horrible job.

Your sexy crush of a coworker, Miguel O'Hara.

You would do anything for that man. Give him coffee-check; help with a project you knew nothing about-check; stay hours late to help Miguel with an assignment-check. You were down bad for that man, and honestly, you were ready to make your move.

Miguel was a man of few words. He was one of the coworkers whom many avoided because of his resting bitch face. His tone felt cold and cruel, but hell, you loved that about him.

"He's pissed again," One of your coworkers whispered.

Your ears perked up, knowing full well that they were talking about Miguel. Already walking with a skip in your step, you went to Miguel's office with a nice large cup of coffee in your hands.

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Miguel threw his chair across the room, letting out a frustrated yell. Everyone in the lab had left already, leaving Miguel all alone in a fucked up lab. Breathing heavily to calm himself down, Miguel cussed before pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Miguel?"

Ah, music to his ears. Miguel inhaled deeply, listening to your sweet voice as you entered his lab. You were the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Oh how Miguel wanted to eat you up. To have you in his arms, crying out his name.

"(Y/N), brave as always," Miguel said softly.

You just smiled, handing him a cup of coffee. His hands grazing over your fingers just for a moment. Miguel felt the urge to hover over you, watching that creeping plush cover your cheeks.

"The others are just lazy wimps." You said with a chuckle. Miguel hummed in response as he took a sip,

"Indeed. Now I have to clean this mess and do a mountain of paperwork."

"Why don't you have the others clean?" You asked. Miguel glanced at you,

"Ha, and why would they do that?"

Miguel watched your smile turn mischievous . Oh, how he loved that look. You were such a trouble maker sometimes. Always giving Miguel a rise with your antics. Another thing that Miguel loved so much about you.

"Weeeeell, maybe because you are suuuuch a genius and everyone wants to willow at your feet." You teased, bumping your hips against his, "How about I help you with your paperwork later?"

"So you aren't going to help me clean either?" Miguel hummed, resisting the urge to grab your hips.

"Nope~ I have a report to finish."

Miguel watched as you skipped out of the lab. Your ass swaying ever so slightly. Damn, Miguel wanted you bad. Licking his lips, Miguel just closed his eyes and relished your fleeting presence. He was going to have to be patient until later.

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You held your cheeks as you paced back and forth in front of Miguel's office. Everyone had gone home for the day expect the two of you and now you were about to seclude yourself in a small room with him. You had already planned this all out.

But you were still nervous.

"Wow, that really is a lot of paperwork." You whispered, entering the office. Miguel scoffed,

"I told you,"

You huffed your cheeks out since Miguel had his stressed tone. Slowly approaching him, you kept a smile as you readied your plan. Miguel kept watching you, wondering what you were doing as you placed your phone on the counter.

"(Y/N), music isn't going to help." Miguel said with a soft sigh.

"Not with that attitude."

You swayed your hips with the music and stroked your hands across his shoulders. You could feel Miguel tense up. With a soft pull, you motioned Miguel towards you and kept dancing to the rhythm. Miguel was still not moving with the groove.

"Loosen up, let your body do what it wants,"

Miguel felt a shiver run down his spine as he followed your movements. To let his body move to how it wants? Hopefully you won't regret those words. Placing his hands against your hips, Miguel felt drawn to you like a drug.

"There we go, but someone is a little handsy~" You cooed.

"Moving to the music," Was all Miguel whispered.

You felt your heart race as Miguel's hands kept roaming your body. You teased him and pulled his hands back a little, which ended up with his face near your chest. Immediately letting go of his hands, you bit your lower lip as Miguel grabbed your ass.

"Eyes up here," You sang, moving his hands away.

You shuddered softly as Miguel brought his face to your belly. You gently raised his chin, making eye contact with Miguel. He looked different. You weren't sure what it was, but it was starting to turn you on. This dancing was getting sexual.

Miguel's hands were groping you ass and stroking up to your stomach. You shuddered once more, moving his hands again. Miguel licked and kissed your stomach, making you shiver.

"Miguel," You muttered, gently moving him away.

Miguel inhaled deeply, as he moved away from you. As you kept dancing, Miguel kept his eyes on you. He got on his knees and knew that this was going to be hard for him. He was losing his control against you.

"Hey, (Y/N)" Miguel hummed to the tune. You turned towards him, sliding over,

"Yes, Miguel?"

"Could you call me your lover boy?" Miguel's smirk started to show as he sang to the song. You pressed your body against his chest,

"Yes, lover boy?"

Like instinct, Miguel grabbed your face and brought you in for a deep kiss. Neither one of you hesitating as your tongues started to battle each other. You crawled onto his lap, straddling him as Miguel won the battle of your tongues.

You moaned softly as Miguel kept his kisses against your neck while his hands kept wandering your body. You felt like you were on fire. Everything Miguel did was turning you on more and more. Gasping softly, you started to rub your hips against Miguel's crotch as he kissed your chest through your shirt.

"That's not in tune to the music," Miguel hummed.

With a bite, Miguel undid your button down shirt and bra with his teeth alone. You were surprised and honestly, impressed. Complying with his demand, you started to grind to the music as Miguel kissed and sucked your nipples.

"Hah, hey lover boy~" You hummed to the music. Miguel picked you up and laid your back against his desk,

"Yes?"

"You aren't going to fuck me to the rhythm are you? Because I don't think I can last that long," You chuckled. Miguel smirked to your response, his hands already working on your pants,

"Is that a challenge?"

You wanted to whine and complain, but Miguel had continued his kisses and grinds. Once he undid your pants, Miguel made sure to do the same to his. His dry humping getting a bit rougher and faster as he kept playing with your breasts.

You flung your head back from the friction, moaning in the process. Who would have known that your plan was going to work so well. Arching your back, you cried softly as you felt your growing orgasm. Miguel was rubbing you in just the right spot.

"Miguel~" You moaned out, trying to move your hips more.

Miguel grunted softly as he made quick work of your panties. He immediately stopped rubbing against you and brought his fingers to your swollen clit. His lips captured yours again as he rubbed against your sensitive bud, bringing you to your first orgasm of the night.

"Miguel, are you still here?" One of your coworkers knocked.

With haste, you dropped down under the desk while Miguel turned off your phone. He cleared his throat as your noisy coworker entered and simply dropped off more paperwork. Once he left, Miguel leaned back and groaned towards the sight of you.

"Maybe we should get back to work?" You said with a soft chuckle. Miguel glanced at his paperwork, then you,

"Hm, perhaps." With a smirk, Miguel placed the music once more, "You can still help me be my desk while we work."

"Desk?" You questioned. Miguel grabbed your hand and placed you on his lap, "Ohhhhhhhhh,"

"Let's see how long we can last staying in tune, hm?" Miguel hummed as he brought you in for a kiss while rubbing your clit once more. You pressed yourself against his chest,

"Not long."

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I hope you enjoyed this! I had to rewatch the scene from that movie a few times to try and understand the movements, haha.

@tojishugetiddies

[tiredcreatur3]

Omega reader! that gets jealous of alpha toji! talking to another omega, so she drags him to the nearest bathroom and fucks him till he's the one whining <3

subby pussy drunk toji’s my fav toji, hell yeah 😼

imagine him just having a small talk with an old friend of his that he hasn’t seen for a decade or so, catching up with her as you were busy picking out some clothes, soon noticing the two and frowning.

“yeah, we’re trying for a baby now y’know and-“

“hey, who’s this?” you smiled, wrapping your arm around the alpha and looking up to him and then at the woman, trying to not let the jealousy make you look like a total bitch but well, you hated other women even taking a glance at your partner, let alone talking to them, all giggly and smiley.

“oh, this is y/n ‘nd this is -, i told you about her, remember? she-“

and you didn’t even listen to the male, just focused on getting him the fuck out away from her, faking a little small talk with her, pretending to be actually interested in what she had to say, knowing that toji didn’t want her but just the way she stared at him, you could tell she felt a bit different.

the older could tell you were a bit frustrated and mad, soon saying a goodbye to the woman and parting ways with her, smiling to you and hoping he wouldn’t have to pack his shit and sleep on the front porch tonight.

“baby, i-“

“don’t worry, to.. ‘m not mad, okay?” you let out softly, standing up on your tippy toes and kissing his cheek, smiling and just pretending like you weren’t thinking of such a fun way to make sure the alpha wouldn’t do such thing again.

dragging him to the bathroom as soon as the two of you would leave the store, telling him how badly you needed to pee and just didn’t want him to wait outside, holding his hand as you gently pushed him into the stall, locking the door.

and of course, the male didn’t mind receive head from you in the public restroom, he very much enjoyed that, seeing how much you enjoyed it, letting you suck his dick all you wanted and now it was no different, soon having his pants pool at his ankles along with his boxers, hands placed on the sides of your head, carefully running his fingers through your soft hair, humming softly, head falling backwards and popping right back up as you stopped suddenly, looking up at him with soft eyes and pushing his chest so he’d sit down on the toilet seat.

“this morning wasn’t enough for you, pretty girl?” he let out, smiling to you, cock all stiff and wet, still having no idea what was coming for him, mentioning how he cuddle fucked you so good this morning, lazily pumping his pups inside you before getting up to take a morning shower together.

“no, w-want my alpha again..” you whispered out, pouting as you sat in his lap, stroking the head of his cock, it getting him all tense and shaky, taking a sharp inhale as he stared at you pushing your panties to the side with your other hand.

“you told her that we’re trying for a baby, hm?” you asked the alpha quietly, knowing that nobody else was in the bathroom at the moment, or so you hoped.

the male nodded, stomach all tight as his cock trembled, always eventually getting all weak in the knees for you just handling him like that, resting his hands on your hips, running them up and down your thighs, lifting your skirt up, watching your pretty pussy, just wanting to push his cock inside deep, breathing getting slowly heavy.

“did you tell her how good of a mama to your pups you think i’m going to be? how good ‘m going to take care of them, to?” you continued, knowing that this talk got the alpha going so so easily, finding it adorable how he sometimes thought with just his dick, turning all puppy dog eyed and whimpery whenever you’d tease him like this.

“hm?” you giggled softly, watching how the older opened his mouth to say something but all he could do was just let out a shaky little sigh, head lolling back once you stopped.

“i-i was so close, baby.. c’mon.” he groaned quietly, his dick standing proudly as you smiled, running your small hand up his chest, tapping the cockhead against your slit, rubbing it up and down your soft folds a few times.

“i know, ‘m sorry, daddy.. can i fix it?” you hummed out, slowly and carefully sinking down on the alpha’s cock, pressing your chest against his, arching your back nicely, resting your legs on his thighs. “f-feels better now?”

he nodded his head, all fucked out, keeping you close to him as you began to bounce just your ass, the rest of your body staying glued to him.

“you’re mine, to.. ha-hate when other omegas talk to you, they don’t deserve you like i do.” you whispered into his ear, hearing him let out shaky little whimpers with each bounce of your hips, feeling how his legs were trembling and how hard his cock was inside you, holding you so fucking close, whining your name oh so softly and pathetically.

“ ‘m sorry, baby.. you’re right, you’re so-so fuckin’ right. nobody d-deserves this cock like you do, ‘mega.” he babbled out breathily, resting his hands on your ass, letting you just fuck the shit out of him while he thoroughly enjoyed it, giggling at how miserable he seemed.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.. this dick’s a-all yours, s-shit.” he moaned out and you covered his mouth, giggling as you pulled away from him, beginning to fuck him nice and good, angling your hips just right and watching how the male’s eyes rolled back, his tight hold on your ass faltering as he formed his hands into weak fists, just so fucking out of it.

you were quite satisfied with how out of it the male got, still covering his mouth as you rubbed the side of his face, moving your hips up and down more gentle now, feeling how the older relaxed but still, his cock trembled inside you oh so pathetically, knowing he couldn’t knot your sweet lil pussy or else you two would be stuck there for the next hour.

“p-please, y/n.. please, i-i can’t.”

you heard him muffle through your short fingers, feeling his hot breath as you slowly smiled softly and nodded your head, sinking down on his cock completely and just starting to grind back and forth, sighing shakily and just hugging the alpha tightly now, the two of you breathing heavily before eventually coming nice and hard.

and safe to say, the alpha was an absolute docile little sweetheart for the rest of the day as all he could think about you riding the shit out of him, all pussy drunk and just cuddly.

[aphroditesswan]

i’ll never smile again

until i smile at you.

honkai star rail men x gn!reader

warnings : implied age gap implied in welt’s bc i <3 older men (daddy issues.) but not much other than that?? 

summary : the hsr me accidentally send you a message that you weren’t supposed to see 

genre : fluff, crack 

notes : for my fav requester <33 also THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE i’ll do the women later bc duh but 🙏🙏 also pt 2 will have luocha, luka, jing yuan and sampo

Caelus

*seen* 

oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK. this is bad. this is absolutely terrible. what was he supposed to do?? he just confessed his feelings for you through text on accident and you SAW IT. he’s screwed. he immediately starts typing, completely focused on his phone 

(that wasn’t for you. sorry.)

fuck. that’s even worse. he felt someone yank him back by his collar, looking up from his phone to see Dan Heng pulling up from slamming face first into a pole as they walked through a mystery planet while you were still on the train. 

little did he know you were giggling on the other end of the screen at the video March had just sent you of the Trailblazer himself. 

Dan Heng 

he finalized his message, just a small, very corny and cheesy prompt for everything he wished to tell you. out of habit he pressed send. wait… HE PRESSED SEND?? oh no. oh nonononono. he was positively doomed. you weren’t supposed to see that. you weren’t supposed to know yet. he rose from his seat on the floor, pacing around his room anxiously. you hadn’t seen it yet, and for once he thanked whatever god was watching over him for march’s distractive nature. 

(i’m sorry, that wasn’t meant to be sent.) he didn’t think that was enough. it couldn’t have been enough. 

(if you’d like, i could revise it and tell you in person. whenever you’re ready, of course.) 

and sent. now he just hopes he’ll have enough bravery in him to get the words out. 

Welt 

he wasn’t one to type things out. or to text in the first place. you were much better with new technology than him, you grew up around it. he sadly did not. although the knew how to type, and maybe sending something sweet through the tech you were so familiar with, he’d have a better chance of impressing you. enough to win your heart, he was hopeful. just a small, maybe rather large, message declaring his feelings for you. you’d think it was nothing too special since you’re so young and pretty, you’re bound to attract the attention of so many people. and well, out of habit, he sent it. he kept his calm, slightly panicking but deciding to play it off. 

(i apologize if this came on a bit too strong.) 

he was embarrassed, yes, but whatever happens shall happen. the only thing he can do now is hope for the best outcome. oh, and plan a first date. 

Blade 

he had been typing away on his phone for quite some time now, turning away from you and kafka any and every time either of you tried to take a small peek. sadly, neither of you were able to see and silver wolf had bigger fish to fry (aka beating a boss on a new game she got). you decided to give up, ultimately planning to seem uninterested and bored so that he’d let his guard down and kafka or you could take a peek at what he was so focused on. however, that time never came. you got a small ding on your phone right before a choked up grunt from blade. you shoot him a weird look before slowly turning your head toward your pocket and looking at your phone. a message from blade? how odd. just as you were about to open the message, he snatched your phone right out of your hands with a glare. “hey! what gives? asshole.” you exclaim turns into a mutter as he taps quickly on your phone, throwing it back to you as he turned it off swiftly. “there.” he muttered and turned away, leaving you confused as ever. he’s most certainly not ready yet, and kafka who’s been smirking in the corner knows that better than anyone as she “tsk” at blade.

[wuanshii]

NSFW Headcanons!

Pairing: ( Loid Forger and Yuri Briar x f!reader )

Rated 18+ , proceed with caution

LOID FORGER;

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A softie, and a gentleman outside but in bed, he's a complete different man.

Has handcuff and roleplay kinks.

"Nobody's bailing you out baby, so how about we pass some time in...private?" him as a cop on top and you as a thief below him - one of his fav plays.

Aside the roleplay fun, he's into either cuffing your hands on each side of the bed or above the bed before hitting you in the missionary position.

' Fuck !' whimpers in your ear on purpose. As a man, he just doesn't hesitate to moan.

And it sounds extra hot for some personal reason.

He has a praise kink. He just LOVES being praised by you when you're riding him. And that's why he prefers being bottom most of the time.

Hates the term 'Daddy' and 'Mommy' cause parents issue. It's either honey or baby for him.

Has a habit of spanking your ass with his lengthy and veiny hand before slipping inside. Only when the position is doggy.

Actually hates the 'doggy-position' but you cum real quick in that stance, so whenever he's in for a quickie, he'll go for the doggy style.

The speed and durality is INSANE. Lasts for 4 whole rounds.

"Beg." oh the panty vibrator- He carries the controller with him everyday and whenever he's in for some mischief, he'll cutely convince you to wear them only for you to suffer in the end.

Actually knows how to turn you on with his knee; the way he's so tall, the way he presses it in between your thighs and makes circles, the way it rubs on your heat back and forth--- lord have mercy.

No pills! He had heard that pills has a negative and dangerous side-effect on women somewhere and he doesn't want you to suffer. Although it's barely true for most females.

So he uses condom for protection and tries his best to avoid you from going in for pills.

Gentle in every sex position.

And his aftercare game is strong asf. Makes sure you're warm and cozy, all cleaned up, and if you're in pain, he'll place a hotbag on your belly before cuddling you to sleep.

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YURI BRIAR;

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"I wannaaaa have sexxxx!" whenever he's drunk, he's crazyyy.

And boy, the head he gives is soo---- damn pleasing to the point where he can actually make you squirt.

Cause he eats you out in a way as if your pussy is the best fucking thing he has ever had.

Has licked tequila off your chest and nipples once. NEVER again cause your nipples ended up burning so bad.

Wall sex is his thing. Can effortlessly bounce you up and down on his dick.

"Fuckin' slut, is that how you suck a dick?" he seems like a 'sweetie' outside but trust me when I say his mouth just automatically degrades you. Cops instincts kicking in.

Doesn't like being degraded by you though. He'll definitely cry.

Also has a breeding kink. Cumming inside a condom isn't enough, he NEEDS to do it inside you.

"How about we give Anya a cousin brother, or even a sister?~" but only if you're ready. Makes sure he actually doesn't impregnate you without consent just because he has a breeding kink.

Is also into risky sex.

Like sex inside his office without the door being locked. Funny how he once made you suck him dry from below his desk when he was dealing with his boss.

"Yor was soo embarrassed when told her! She was acting as if she's a virgin or smth, hahaha!" man loves to brag about his sex life to his sister.

Says he's in a 'competition'. Perhaps a way to indirectly show his jealousy regarding Loid since he's soo handsome. Yuri fears that Loid might charm you too.

"You see these marks on my back? These hickies? I please her in a way no man ever can, you hear me Loid Forger?? Only I can make her moan and squirt. You could neverrr," sometimes, he takes it a little too far but let him romanticize you in his own way.

Sucks at aftercares! Peppers your face with kisses for 7 seconds and instantly lays on your side to sleep. No cuddles, fuck him!

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[andreal831]

stop hating women for having emotions

A trend throughout a lot of fandoms, and particularly TVDU, is to celebrate men for showing the bare minimum in emotional maturity and then hating women for trying to work through their own emotions. I've seen this so much recently with Hayley. She gets hate from all sides of the fandom because of the men people stan.

Now don't get me wrong, there are legitimate reasons to not like her in certain aspects, but if you have to mention a man's name to try and explain it to me, you've already lost me. Every man she comes in contact with has done equal if not worse. You don't need to hate a character simply because you like another character.

I've seen it from Klaus stans, Elijah stans, Jackson stans, etc. People use any excuse to hate her because she isn't as devoted to their fav toxic man as they are.

Personally, Hayley is one of my favorite characters in TVDU. And everyone knows my top favorite character is Elijah. Sure, I wish the writers would have given us more haylijah, but blaming Hayley solely for that is ridiculous. Elijah spent all of season 1 putting up barriers and still the only reason she turns to someone else is because she wants to protect her daughter. She then sacrifices nearly her entire life for the Mikaelson family. Jackson stans hate her because she doesn't love him like they think he deserves, but again, she never breaks her promise to him. The marriage was always political. Jackson knew this but caught feelings anyway, this is not Hayley's fault that he wanted to make it more. Klaus stans hate Hayley for so many reasons I can't even list them, but they are all utterly ridiculous. One thing Hayley will always do is put Hope first, not Klaus, as any mother would do. Maybe if the other mothers in the show had done this, we wouldn't have such toxic men (also this is not shifting blame onto women just pointing out the cycle of trauma).

Hayley, unlike many of the men, had good intentions most of the time and actually had character growth. She went from being a selfish, reckless young woman to a completely selfless, caring mother and alpha.

We see the same trends with Rebekah, Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, etc. All of the women are condemned whenever they try to process their emotions or put themselves first for once in their lives. I know the cast is made up of some attractive men, but we need to stop being so blinded by their appearance that we cannot recognize the importance of women fighting for their own happiness. Even if that happiness isn't from an attractive man. As Christina Yang would say, "He's not the sun, you are."

[ronsenthal]

Ron Speirs x Reader

Summary: The war is almost over now, everybody seems much more relaxed and in a good mood, then some music starts playing and things take a different turn

A/N: I had this idea while listening to one of my fav songs, this masterpiece by Frank Sinatra and Antônio Carlos Jobim which was also quite a popular song during the late 30's and 40's so I hope y'all enjoy it! Friendly reminder that english is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes you may find

No more training, no more frozen feet, no more drenched clothes, explosions, no more blood, no more hours waiting for a cold shower or for crappy food. No, this time everything has changed. It was quite a shock for everybody at the beginning as the general feeling was the "what now?" or a "then what?" but as the saying goes, the good things are easier to get used to.

The germans had surrendered just a week or so ago, it was still way too recent but at the same time it was so long ago that all the fancy bottles of fine wine, champagne and booze that Nix could get his hands on and all the rest he could give to the other guys we're all long gone. Still, the hangover feeling could be felt in the air.

The Bavarian Alps were quite a nice view after so many horrors, such a reminder of how beautiful the world could be. During the day you always caught yourself enjoying the landscape, what a view! And at night the cold breeze coming from the mountains and the smell of the trees would get blended with tobacco and bavarian booze.

In one of those nights and after days of hard work a much needed (and deserved) weekend pass was awarded to the company. Every chance and tiny bit of happiness was celebrated, not only for the ones who survived way too many horrors, but also was a celebration for those who couldn't make it, for their memories and their efforts so the world could be full of life, joy and hope once again.

Since the invasion was concluded it was so much easier to get things from back home, some would say you could even "find" one thing or two from the scraps of what once was the place of the most powerful and rich people in Germany.

At some point there was even music, american music.

It didn't take so long until someone had the brilliant idea to arrange a party involving obscene amounts of alcohol and some fun. Of course you being so close to the guys would get some special treatment as you always took care of them during the bad times, so you were always the first to get invited for social adventures.

In one of those parties Luz, Tab and Perconte would invite some nurses back from the hospital in the city nearby so it really felt like one of those summer parties you had back home.

Unfortunately being one of the few women in the army also had its cons, you couldn't keep your eyes away from the pretty dresses the other girls were wearing while you felt like wearing old bandage scraps. Sensing that you were uncomfortable Luz stepped forward and invited you to dance with him.

What would you do without George Luz? You two always clicked from the very beginning after you were assigned to Easy Company as a Commanding Officer from intelligence to work alongside Nixon. George being the radio man was always in contact with you and Nix so both could get information to decide the next steps. He helped you so much on getting along with the other guys, always with a joke and a smile here and there.

You danced with him until your feet hurt a little and your head was spinning from all the moves, and of course, the booze. From time to time you two would get a couple of whistles from the other guys, jokingly, because they knew between the two of you there was only friendship, the one siblings would often share.

After what seemed like hours you decided to take a break to catch some air, he wouldn't complain as he took a theatrical bow before heading to the closest toilet he could find.

You decided to go outside to smoke a cigarette and enjoy some silence, but your soul almost jumped out of your body as you saw a silhouette in front of your eyes.

It was him, the personification of the devil himself, the reason for so many sleepless nights and daydreams. Everybody knew the legends of Captain Speirs, yet one could count in a single hand the people who knew a little bit about the guy and of course you were one of the few who could poke the beast.

- Jesus Christ Speirs, didn't you killed enough people by now? you snapped as soon as your eyes adjusted to the bad light outside

- I'm.. uh.. so sorry Y/L/N. He said in such a soft tone, sounding almost like a real apology, you could sense even embarrassment in his tone.

Suddenly the sound of the crickets were louder than the faint familiar music still playing, but you two stood still once again sharing the silence between the smoke coming from the cigarettes in your hands.

As you started to slowly move to head back inside you could hear him taking a big breath.

- Please Y/N wait! w-would you give me the privilege to dance the next one with me? he said as he gently grabbed your left arm.

You stood there a little shocked and amazed by what had just happened because 1. he was nervous, 2. he just asked you to dance with him and 3. he was so nervous that he was stuttering and the hand on your arm was so cold.

If you told nobody would believe that the so stern and scary Sparky could be so nervous around a girl. It took you a few seconds to realize that he was looking at you, waiting for your response, he was blinking more quickly than normal, craving for an answer. Even in the dark you could see his long eyelashes moving and how his pupils were dilated as if he was some cat.

- Yes, I would like that. You said slowly enjoying every single letter of the words that came out of your mouth and enjoying the view of every little piece of his body relaxing.

- Good. Was the only response he gave you before tossing his cigarette on the ground and then reaching his hand for you to take.

This time it wasn't so cold, it was warmer, it even felt safe!

As you two entered the house together holding hands suddenly and slowly the voices and laughter took another tone, giving room for some whispers, gasps and shocked looks.

Nix, who was just sitting in a corner torn between some dumb discussion with Harry and fighting to open another bottle of whisky, suddenly stopped and slapped Dick across his chest. Even the so composed Major Winters dropped his jaw as he saw what Lewis was trying to put into words, but couldn't.

The music kept playing and after a few seconds everything was going back to normal and the laughs and voices came back once Luz told some joke to the guys.

You were really surprised because never in your entire life could you picture yourself dancing with Speirs. You did imagine a thing or two involving the captain, but it never crossed your mind that he could enjoy dancing, and even worse, that he could be a really good dancer.

He was holding your hand so gently, never averting his gaze, no words were needed as your eyes were speaking. But suddenly he once again bravery took the next step.He said letting out a cute and small laugh.

He looked so good while smiling, you wondered why he didn't show that very often.

- You know, I thought that I would have to wait the entire night to have the chance to dance with you. I was plotting on how to get rid of Luz.

- You could have just asked earlier or you could have scared him as everybody is afraid of Captain Ronald Speirs. You said with a smirk on your face.

- No, because I'm a nice guy and I wouldn't want to scare your little friend. He sounded exasperated, almost jealous as he said the last two words, then he took your other hand for you to take a spin.

Your world was certainly spinning really fast at this point, was he really jealous? of you? of you and George of all people.

The music stopped and the singer was making some announcements but you stood still for a few seconds before letting go of his hand. Suddenly there was no air inside and you had to compose yourself after your realization.

You couldn't find him for the rest of the night, in fact nobody could. It was a bittersweet end for such a nice day and you knew that it would certainly take some time before you could sleep at night.

The next day at the breakfast table nobody said a word and you were the last one to finish your meal. As you were preparing to get up your seat you were met with a pair of kind eyes, as if waiting for you to speak out.

Dick always had this aura around him, always prepared to be a good listener and then would offer his piece of advice. But as you took quite some time he finally said.

- He likes you, really.

- I beg your pardon? you said squinting your eyes.

- Y/N Your poker face is as bad as mine, and I mean it. He, Ron.really.likes.you

- Shut up Winters!

- It's true, if looks could kill, poor Luz would be receiving his requiem mass by now.

You rolled your eyes at him, even though something in your heart made you believe in his words, one of Dick's superpowers you thought to yourself, but still it made sense.

You spend the rest of your day trying to avoid other people. But then decided to end your misery and joined the guys for some more music and beers.

Only this time there was a certain someone waiting for you. He almost jumped out on his feet as he saw you walking through the doors. He was looking so different, he was the so confident and dangerous captain everybody was afraid of.

And took your advice and was ferociously glancing at the boys as if you were more valuable than one of his silver candelabras. But you could see his beauty as his clenched jaw was moving from side to side, he looked like one of those warriors from stories, from marble sculptures of famous heroes. As he took his cap off you could admire his dark hair moving while his hands were putting a few strands of hair back in place.

The same hands that suddenly were holding yours so gentle, he didn't have to ask you out.

You knew that Dick was right, and this time you also knew deep in your heart that you would never want to change partners again.

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A bit of some subby Bela with a fem. reader here.

In which you play with your favorite blondie in a maiden uniform. The tables have turned so to say ;)

Kinks include though aren’t limited to: straps, teasing, Mommy kink, maiden uniforms

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

This was pure bliss.

You felt the blonde Dimitrescu shiver at the smallest of touches, her skin warm and her legs mere touches away from trembling.

It was an uncommon occurrence that one of the fly women was in such a compromising situation, much less in such a visage.

You simply had to drag this out, enjoy it for as long as you could.

Bela whimpered helplessly in front of her, her back arched as she stood bent over, two glasses filled with wine balanced on the back of her hands. She knew her punishment for spilling them would be severe, and it excited the naughty blonde.

You were familiar with the maid uniform, and still it seemed like a completely new outfit on Bela. The poor thing had blushed helplessly as she wore it for you, noticing early on that due to her height, the little uniform did a poor job of covering her. No matter what, the skirt was high and slutty looking on her, the apron even more so. The white blouse was so tight, Bela’s nipples were seen and easily played with through the fabric- this you had noticed early on.

Another pitiful whimper brought you back to reality. The blonde had been bent over for mere minutes and already had trouble staying still. There was merely a single rule, to obey, and not to spill the glasses resting on the back of her hands, trapping them against the counter. A part of you got off to the thought of disciplining the sweet, troubled eldest sister of Alcina Dimitrescu. Poor Bela had no idea how she had even gotten into the situation in the first place, something about pleasing Mother by taking up lessons from you, the grand chambermaid. And yet those lessons had turned naughty fast, so that instead of teaching her this and that about concentration, dedication and what not, you instead took your sweet blonde at every given opportunity.

You lifted her skirt just enough to reveal the white panties the woman was put in, and smirked upon discovering the wet stain her cunt had left in them. Your fingertip tapped against the red gag sitting snuggly in her mouth, teasing the mutant and snickering as she blushed and rolled her hips. “Let’s start, shall we?”

She moaned as your hands slid down her body and to her round breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive already. “Do you know why we’re doing this, sweet girl?”, You cooed. She shivered at the petname and whined high pitched as her nipple was captured between your thumb and index finger. The glasses shook, but she did not knock them over.

Bela turned her head slightly as she felt your breath against her, her cheeks warm as golden eyes met yours. “We’re here to test your concentration, little one”.

Little one; that was once your nickname. The blonde woman felt herself grow wetter upon being the one it was appointed to.

She felt so warm and sensitive as you kissed her hot cheek and rolled the sensitive bud between your fingertips. You knew how to play the older woman like an instrument.

”You look so beautiful like this, Bela”, you whispered seductively into her ear. She whimpered, her thighs momentarily pressing together. It was truly unfair of you to target her weak spots like so. You knew exactly what the words of praise and teasing touches did to the sensitive woman.

”Have I ever told you, sweet thing…”, you cooed against her ear, your warm breath tickling her earlobe. The blonde had not noticed when your hands left her breasts and squeaked around the large gag as her thighs were pulled apart again. When she felt your finger between them, soft and precise fingertips prodding against her panty covered entrance, her back arched even more. Fingertips gripped the counter harder as she prayed the glass would not fall. It did not, despite her slightly trembling limbs.

“…that you’re my favorite?”, you finished with a swipe of your fingertip over her covered clit. The blonde moaned, her blush heating up her cheeks and the tip of her ears. The pale woman looked adorable like this, and you did not hesitate to tell her so, eager to draw sweet melodies from this songbird.

”Many have eyes for Lady Cassandra and Daniela, but you, mhmmm”

Bela shivered as she felt your fingers teasing her clit, lightly rubbing it with the tip of your finger and scratching, tickling, toying with it through her soaked panties with your nails. She felt like a lowly village whore by how wet her underwear was.

”I’ve always had my eyes on you”, you cooed. As you teased her sensitive clit with one hand, you reached up to cup her right breast with your other. “Mhmm, soft and juicy, aren’t you?”. Your words had the woman moan and whine behind the gag, her eyes lidded as she fought to keep them open. She felt embarrassed at the realization of how close she was from just being put into a tight maid uniform and teased.

The woman’s muffled shriek when you squeezed her breast brought a smile to your face. “There’s no need to be so jumpy with me, Bela”, you cooed. She moaned at another squeeze, her full breasts cupped and groped gently. “Mommy will take good care of you”

You could tell the title had caught the poor blonde off guard, a moan ripping from her throat so loud the gag barely muffled it, her knees bucking momentarily and causing the glasses to shake dangerously. Bela shivered, her eyes set on them, brows furrowed as she seemed to almost beg the objects to stay in place. After a few more seconds they did, and the wine in them came to a halt and was still.

She blushed even harder at your chuckle. She had never been this aroused in her life.

”Good girl, I see you’re starting to focus now”

Another moan. The desperate blonde whimpered as her clit ached at the petname. Yes, she yearned to be your good girl. She’d behave so well, even.

“You’re such a sensitive little dear, aren’t you, Bela?”, You asked rhetorically. Her gasp and shudders when you flicked her clit through her underwear were response enough.

The Dimitrescu heir was barely aware of your moving hands, and whimpered when she felt a small, playful tug on her underwear. She whimpered and moaned beautifully, as though to beg for the garment to be removed. Bela was positively dripping, her core wet and sticky with her own arousal that stuck to her panties.

”Let’s have a look at your pretty cunt, Bela”, you whispered. The blonde whimpered at the praise, clit aching and cunt tightening around nothingness. She felt so desperate to be filled by you by any means, to ride your fingers or grind down on your beautiful face, to make a complete mess of herself despite her tidy nature if only to be granted an orgasm.

”Mghmm!”, the blonde woman moaned as her underwear was tugged again, this time with purpose. She saw you move behind her from the corner of her eye and whined as she then felt your breath between her legs as you inspected her.

A harsher tug of her panties had her squeal and whimper, her position straightening again. “That’s it, Bela. I don’t want to see you slacking again”, you hummed. The white panties seemed almost swallowed by the woman’s soft and puffy pussy, the pink, wet lips around the small slip as it was tugged up over and over again, each time rubbing harder against the sensitive woman’s clit, each time rewarding you with muffled moans.

The blonde shook slightly as you stroked along the stretched panties, your fingers bumping and sliding along her soft southern lips as you did.

”Absolutely beautiful”, you breathed out. Bela breathed shakily. She had never felt this way, this turned on and embarrassed at the same time. She felt so exposed for you, yet so turned on, so desperate and even more desperate to please you. The wine in the glasses shook a little, daring to overflow and run down the outer side of the glass. It didn’t.

You chuckled at her needy squeak when her full ass cheek was groped and massaged. Despite her rather petite body, the blonde was thick and juicy as it came to her natural attributes, her chest and cleavage big and soft, her behind large and juicy, her cunt puffy and wet for you. You praised her for this too and smirked at the helpless moans in return.

”You’re doing so well for Mommy, Bela”, you cooed with another squeeze of the woman’s cheeks. She shivered and rolled her hips, the gag muffling all her pleas.

”I hope you will understand…”- Bela shivered as she felt you pull down the white panties, first over her thick behind, then down her smooth pale thighs. -“…that I simply cannot hold back from having a taste from a creature as beautiful as you”

As you pulled her panties down, you had noticed the string of arousal connecting them to Bela’s soaked cunt. You chuckled at this. “My, Mommy’s got you all riled up. Isn’t that so, Bela?”, you whispered. Bela whined in return, her hips shaking. She had never been this turned on before, begging silently for you as she felt your warm breath on her exposed cunt.

”Mghmm! Mhmmmm!”, she moaned through the red gag when, finally, she felt your mouth on her. She shivered when you dragged your tongue along her smooth cunt and through her soaked southern lips, collecting the honey-like arousal flowing, or rather dripping, out of her core. The blonde’s back arched and her hips shook momentarily as you grabbed them, keeping them in place as you feasted on her.

”You’re such a delicious darling, Bela”, you moaned. The blonde’s pussy shook against you slightly. You knew she must be close from all the teasing you put the sensitive woman through.

”Don’t you worry sweet thing, Mommy’s going to let you cum. You just mind those glasses for me”, you whispered. The woman moaned in return. She looked down briefly- the wine was not completely still in the glasses, but returned to its stillness soon enough after a few seconds of not moving.

The blonde attempted to be still as she felt your lips kissing her cunt, teasing her yet again. However, she was hardly prepared for what you had in store for her next.

A long, loud moan was dragged from the blonde’s throat as you pushed your index finger inside of her, her legs shaking for a few seconds when a second, your index finger, pushed inside of her as well. You curled them, enjoying the closeup of her juicy cunt taking them in.

The blonde almost lost her concentration, her fingers dripping the edge tightly as she prayed the glasses wouldn’t fall. The wine dared to overflow as it rocked from one side of the glass to another. It seemed whatever God watching took pity on her, and the glass and wine stilled again.

”You’re so tight, Lady Bela”, you cooed, the title connected to her name spoken rather playfully. “Don’t you worry, if you behave, Mommy will have you loosen up by the end of this. Now relax for me and give me a good view”, You spoke calmly, cooing eagerly as the blonde spread her legs further, the blush on her face such an adorable sight. She believed she would die if someone was to walk in on this.

”Good girl, Bela, such a good girl for me”

She whimpered and moaned, breathing heavily as your fingers started moving inside of her, thrusting into her slowly. She felt so close.

”Be mindful of your task, little one”

“Mhmmmn! Mhmmm!”, she moaned as your lips wrapped snugly around her warm clit, sucking and licking while your fingers pushed in and out of her expertly. Your moans against her sensitive bud nearly pushed the woman off the edge.

She moaned softly through the gag and whimpered helplessly, hips rolling as she attempted to grind back against your face and fingers. The blonde closed her eyes as she felt her orgasm approaching.

Your fingers curled inside of her as you sucked her clit into her mouth eagerly, then continued their thrusts as you licked broadly across her cunt and dragged your tongue between her soaked pussy lips yet again. The blonde was a five star meal to you. “Mhmm, so delicious, Bela”

”Beautiful”

”Your moans are such adorable and enticing sounds”

With each spoken praise the woman grew wetter and even more desperate.

Bela felt so hot as you returned your attention to her clit again, sucking, licking, teasing and pleasuring her.

”MghMHMM! Mhmmn!”

Your free hand reached forwards, cupping the woman’s large breast and squeezing. For a moment a more vile and kinkier image crossed your mind, one you knew was impossible, yet it tickled your imagination. For a mere moment you allowed yourself to think of the blonde impregnated by you, her breasts leaking as you squeezed them, her stomach round with your child. Bela would be such a very adorable mother, too, you just knew.

The blonde’s muffled shrieks and pleas returned you to the situation. Her legs shook and she whimpered helplessly, moaning and screaming as she came. Had it not been for the gag, you would have feared one of her family members rushing into the room to check on the screaming and whimpering blonde.

Bela felt a hot kiss press against her cunt as you pulled your fingers out and let her calm down from her orgasm. To her great shock, upon opening her eyes, she noticed the glasses shaking on the back of her hands, rocking. Just as she thought they would fall, you steadied them on her again with a knowing smirk. She blushed, golden eyes trained on you.

”You’re such a good girl for Mommy, Bela”, you cooed as you removed the large gag, chuckling as spit drooled from the blonde’s thick lips. “Mo-gmph!”

You chuckled at your blonde’s futile attempt of talking, shut down promptly by your wet fingers thrusting into her warm and wet mouth. You thrust them in and out, chuckling and cooing lowly. She blushed adorably at you, hips rolling and thighs jerking occasionally as you made her lick you clean.

”You taste so well, wouldn’t you agree, sweet girl?”

She hummed, eagerly licking and sucking her own cum off you. She had to agree, she tasted divine.

Bela gasped for breath as you slipped your fingers from her again, wiping them on her warm cheek instead. “Mommy…”, she moaned, eyes barely open, no doubt desperate for your touch again.

Bela’s eyes widened as you leaned forwards and pressed your lips against hers, moaning and dominating her mouth with yours, tongue clashing against her one. She whimpered and moaned even seconds after you pulled away.

You had to admit, it was spontaneous to kiss the blonde, but you could not at all help yourself.

”Mommy’s going to take good care of you”, you whispered, gently stroking her hair out of her face and moving it behind her ear. “But she will not help you with the glasses again”. Bela gulped as you stood up and walked behind her, hips rolling as she tried to prepare herself for what you would do next.

The blonde woman shivered as she felt the blouse of the maiden uniform tugged apart, buttons flying off and ripping until her large breasts spilled out. “That’s better, isn’t it?”, You cooed, hands back to covering the sensitive buds. The poor blonde’s head spun from the pleasure.

”I think it’s time we really get into it, my darling Bela”, you cooed. The blonde attempted to see where you stepped to once you pulled away, yet was forced to stay still due to the glasses on her hands.

Time passed, mere minutes, as it felt, until your return. Bela bit her lip as you walked up next to her, your hands behind your back. “Would you like to see what Mommy’s got you?”

The blonde moaned and whimpered, legs pressed together yet again. Her clit ached. She nodded, wetting her dry lips.

Bela shrieked as her hair was pulled backwards, her hands shaking and the glasses nearly falling. She felt the wine swish about in them and was thankful to feel none drip out. “I believe Mommy asked you a question, sweet girl. Don’t you know good girls answer their Mommies?”

Bela’s head spun. She gasped as her hair was let go of again. “Please Mommy, let me see what you brought”, she breathed out. Her own words made her so wet. “And you’ll be my good girl, Bela?”, you confirmed, smirking as you made her say it: “Yes Mommy, I’ll be your good girl”

Bela felt her warm cheeks being patted before you reached behind yourself yet again. She squirmed already at the first item you pulled out- a pair of nipple clamps, black and small, connected by a light chain. She whimpered, aware of how sensitive her breasts were as it was already.

”Please, Mommy”, she begged, although was unsure what she was begging for. It seemed you had reduced the proud heiress of Alcina Dimitrescu to a sensitive little toy for yourself. Both of you did not mind.

Bela moaned loudly as the clamps were put on her and cried out as you gave the chain a light tug, just enough to stimulate the sensitive buds. “Good girl, you’re taking them so well, sweet thing”

Her head spun, she felt close from the teasing and anticipation already.

”Now spread your legs for me, Bela. Good girls don’t hide their arousal from their Mommies”

She whimpered, thighs pushing apart again. She felt wetness drool from her core, likely landing on the floor.

”Good girl, let me show you my other gifts”

At this she found your hands again, hidden behind your back again. As you pulled them forwards, she blushed at the object you held. Bela fought the urge to press her thighs back together and silently wondered how it was you even came to possess such a thing. In your hand you held a large, black strap on. She eyed the glasses fearfully, wondering whether the massive toy would be the reason they fell.

“Do you reckon this will fit, Bela? Or must I force it inside your dripping hole?”, you teased. The blonde gasped. “It’s so big, Mommy…”, she merely answered, golden eyes set on the toy.

She strained her neck to spy at what else you had hidden behind you. You tsk’ed, chuckling at her. “Such a curious little fly, aren’t you?”, You cooed. The blonde avoided your eyes, wondering whether her cheeks would ever regain their natural, pale colour.

She did not miss it when you pushed something into your pocket and bit her lip in anticipation, eager to know what else you had brought her.

”We’ll work on wetting this bad boy first, dear”

Bela’s eyes widened as the strap was slapped against her cheek and squirmed slightly as you put it on over your clothing. She wished she could taste you already- she smelt your arousal clear as day and wanted nothing more but to pleasure you properly.

The tip of the toy rested against her lip once you stood in front of her at the other side of the counter, careful not to knock the glasses over yourself. She gasped at the sheer size of the toy, certainly larger than anything she had taken previously. Then again, it was rare for her to have a strap or toy inside of her at all.

”Good girl, open up for me”, you cooed, cupping the strap as though it was a real part of you, and rubbing the tip over the blonde’s sweet lips. You smirked fondly as the woman obeyed, her tongue sticking out and wetting the strap as she opened her mouth widely.

Bela moaned upon being praised yet again, whimpering and gagging slightly as the toy was pushed inside her mouth. You groaned as if the strap was real and you were able to feel her wet mouth around you. How nice it must feel, you thought.

Bela moaned and whined as you moved in her, using her untrained mouth as no one had dared to before. The lack of men things and her title as a respected, powerful heiress left the blonde completely untrained and new to the feeling of a strap down her throat. She squirmed and gagged helplessly, golden eyes trained on you, thick lips growing slick with the amount of spit that drooled on them.

Bela hummed as her cheek was cupped while you slowly thrust in her mouth. “You look so beautiful like this, sweet girl. We’ll have my strap wet enough for your cunt in no time”, you praised, humming at her moans and muffled gasps in return.

The woman’s eyes began watering slightly as you pushed further down, more than half of the toy buried inside her mouth. She gagged and squirmed, shrieking when it nearly caused the glasses to fall. The wine in them was swirling, swishing from side to side of the glass as Bela’s hands trembled.

”That’s it, nice and slow, Bela”, you praised, hips thrusting forwards slowly as you took the pretty woman’s mouth. She looked perfectly desperate and vulnerable in that moment, furrowed brows and teary eyes, clasped nipples and trembling arms, a tiny bulge in her throat caused by you. You could swear you almost tasted her arousal in the air.

“Mghm! Nnnm! Mgmmy!”

Bela blushed to the tip of her ears as her mouth was used and you pushed yourself fully inside, gagging and shaking for you. She felt so warm and tight. Never had the proper and tidy Bela Dimitrescu thought a strap down her throat could turn her on this much.

When you started thrusting and she screamed helplessly, it was your turn to stare: had the woman just come?

Bela whimpered as she wet the floor even more, arousal flowing down her inner thighs as she came, legs trembling still as you made use of her mouth again. The glasses shook. She could do no more but moan pathetically and drag her wet tongue around your strap as it passed down her throat.

You thrust until you had enough, eyes glistening with arousal and dominance as you pulled back out of her and watched the woman’s head fall forwards.

Bela’s cheeks were bright pink as spit drooled from her lips and tongue, her chin wet and her breath ragged as she desperately tried to catch it. “Good girl”, you cooed, cupping her warm cheek as you walked back over to her cunt. Bela shivered as she noticed this.

She did not see you anymore, but did her best not to jump as she felt your hand rest on her bottom, squeezing and groping yet again. She bit her lip when she felt the wet strap rest on her backside, her bent form putting her at the perfect height for you to push inside at any moment.

Yet you felt your own arousal become nearly overwhelming, your privates begging for attention, clit aching at the thought of what you were about to do to the blonde, how you would be the one to take this beauty with your strap, claim her completely and make her come around you yet again. It felt empowering.

Bela couldn’t help but shake her hips slightly, unaware of your actions as she caught her breath and stayed still until the glasses no longer dared to fall over.

You eyed the small, but capable vibrator as you pulled it from your pocket, moaning as you inserted the egg-like shaped toy inside yourself. You needed release, and the toy would offer a temporary solution.

Bela’s gasp when you moaned was music to your ears, your hand back on your strap as you guides the tip between her wet and spread thighs, lightly pushing it against the woman’s juicy cunt.

Bela moaned as you slid yourself between her southern lips a few times, then moaned loudly when the tip was finally pushed into her, her clit aching with want as you kept pushing. “Y-Yes, Mo-Ah! Mommy!” She gasped as you worked yourself inside of her, thrusting until the length of the strap on was deep inside the beauty.

Bela gulped as the glasses shook with every thrust into her. Her sensitive and petite body was easy to rock forwards with your thrusts and the glasses were dangerously close to falling.

“Mhmm, good girl”, you moaned, hips grinding against the blonde’s thick behind, your strap gripped tightly by her. “You’re such a tight girl, Bela”, you groaned as you pulled back slightly, head spinning as her cum and arousal already stuck to the toy.

Bela was hardly doing any better. She moaned and whimpered, hips rolling with every thrust into her, speaking pleas and praises and moaning so loud you considered getting the gag and placing it between her plush lips again.

”Good- girl”, you groaned, hands on her hips as you pushed into her properly. The vibrator in you left you desperate and eager, so that your grip on her hips was tight and your thrusts into the blonde were rough and fast. Bela shrieked as she came within moments of your antics, moaning and gasping even more as you kept going and using her.

”Mo-Mommy th-e gla-A-Ah! Gla-ss!”, she attempted to warn, her entire body shaking from her orgasm and your thrusts. Bela shrieked at a particularly powerful thrust that had the glasses fall from her hands and onto the floor.

The blonde woman gasped as you pulled her off the counter and against your front, her back still arched. You were so deep inside…

”Now Bela, correct me if I’m wrong, but did Mommy not tell you not to make a mess with the glasses?”, you cooed, hips grinding. The woman moaned and mewled desperately. “Yes, Mommy…”, she breathed out.

Bela bit her lip as your hands found her chest, hands groping and pulling her nipples roughly. “It seems it’s only fit to punish you now, Bela”, you whispered. The blonde gasped as she was pulled along, whimpering desperately as you slipped out of her cunt.

She felt herself being led over to the bed, not roughly, but with a strong hand to her back that led her. Somehow it made it all the more intense for her.

She gasped as you pushed her on the bed and bit her lip as the short skirt of the uniform was pushed up, revealing her soaked cunt and the creamy cum that stuck to it.

She watched your hands as you undid the belt around her hips and shivered as she was pushed backwards and her legs were lifted. She blushed at the new position. Using the belt, you tied the woman’s wrist to her ankle. Bela gave it an experimental tug- it didn’t budge. You did the same with her other hand, using your own belt, until the woman laid beautifully and tied on the bed, once more helpless to your sweet assault.

Bela moaned as you gripped the strap again and pushed it inside her, stretching her slightly before you thrusted again. It was so much, her slightly embarrassing and revealing position and watching as you brought her pleasure. “M-Mommy! Mommy!”, she gasped, as if right on the edge again. Her head was thrown back soon, her nails digging into her ankle as the woman got closer and closer to her goal.

The vibrator inside of you felt deliciously good, bringing you closer and closer as well, and with every thrust into the wet and tight blonde, the strap pushed back and rubbed just right against your clit. You moaned eagerly, your hands on her hips as to keep the blonde in place.

You felt so close, just a little more; your thrusts turned fast and ruthless, now eager to get off as well. The blonde’s body was jerked and pushed up with every thrust into her, pulled down likewise as you pulled backwards. With her golden hair sprayed out around her and her eyes shut in ecstasy, the Dimitrescu looked almost ethereal. You caressed her cheek almost lovingly, feelings its warmth.

You were so close, and wanted to make sure the blonde would get there too. Judged by her shaking thighs and loud moans, gasps, whimpers and cries the woman was right on the edge, just where you wanted her.

”Do you want to cum for me, Bela?” You cooed, words slightly slurred. Your hips thrust quickly, your hands groping her large breasts and tugging her nipples. The blonde, head thrown back and back arched, moaned for you, nodding and whimpering. “Y-A-aaah! Yes! Momm-Mommy!”

”Cum then”, you whispered, your own head thrown back as you came and your hands groping slightly more forceful as you felt the woman’s cunt gripping the toy as she too orgasmed.

The blonde whimpered quietly as the strap slid out of her and slapped against her lower stomach. “Good, girl”, you moaned. She watched with lidded eyes as you pushed your fingers inside yourself and moaned, then bit her lip as the pink, round vibrator was revealed to her.

”I say you’ve been so good, you deserve a taste, pretty thing”, You coo. Bela squirmed and moaned as the vibrator was held against her clit, then choked out a breath when you pushed it inside of her. “Have you ever had a vibrator inside your beautiful cunt, darling?”, you cooed, noticing her rolling eyes and shaky legs, her hips twitching and moans rolling off her tongue like from a waterfall.

”No- Mo-Ghmmnn! Momm-mmy”, Bela answered with slight difficulty, her head spinning.

You decided to reward the woman, your hands undoing the restraints in order to pull her legs down and sit on her chest. She looked up at you, golden eyes betraying her want.

”Clean Mommy up, pretty girl”

The obedient blonde did not have to be told twice. She moaned and immediately pushed her tongue against you the moment you hovered over her face, her legs tightly pressed together yet to no avail- Bela could not escape the pleasure given to her, nor did she truly want to, no matter how her clit and pussy ached and how sore it felt after the rough treatment with the strap.

She moaned against your warm cunt, drinking in your juices and groping her own breasts desperately as she squirmed.

You threw your head back as the minx worked her skilled tongue, her moans and whimpers adding to your excitement.

Bela’s scream was muffled between your legs as she came, moaning and crying tears of overstimulation as the vibrator kept buzzing inside of her. “Mghmm! Mhmm!”, she begged, back arched and legs shaking, hands attempting to reach down to stop the toy inside of her. She moaned instead as you caught her wrists and pinned them down, your cunt grinding against her.

”Mhmm no, Bela. This is your punishment and you will take it”, you cooed. “Now be a good girl and get Mommy off”

[darkittensniper]

Hellooooooooooo, Mother!🙇‍♀️😌

I am humbly- not so humbly. I’m so thirsty- asking you for that one cassandra x Donna thought we had….because…we starving when it comes to this ship

Please, Mother, feed us feed me! I’m your fav-

I FUOAKIN LOVE your works. But ofc especially Cassandra x Donna🙇‍♀️ because good soup

That…sleeping one…you teased…please. Pretty please? I’ll even leave your vases alone for a day pleaaaaaaase MOTHERRRRRR!🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

The cig break I had to take after writing this should fucking illegal.

Firstly Yes hello yes daughter. MY FAVORITE DAUGHTER. MY ONLY WONDEFUL AMAZING SMART CHILD! I have heard you and have arrived once again to deliver the food. *slams down massive ass plate* Ok so lets start with the basics. I have no right to say I had any control of this one shot once I started writing it. It took me on some twist and turns but I think I got across the what you wanted. (Cass getting touched on by Dark Donna while she is sleeping) My HC's for Dark Donna go wild and i aint sorry. More mutant and multi armed Donna yes pls...

Hope you enjoy it @muffinsin

The teacup fell from frigid fingertips, shattering completely along the polished wood floor. Cassandra’s hand loosened enough for it to have dropped. Porcelain covered in the finely ground root that had been added to this evening’s tea. An unspoken rule between the two women, Donna brewed Cassandra a special tea. Cassie knew it would make her rather sleepy, due to the Golden Pothos leaves that had been added to the lavender tea. The Lord knew Cassandra would have refused to drink the tea if she didn’t want to be taken advantage of while she slept.

Lord Beneviento found much to enjoy when her little doll was like this. She stood just shy of their shared bed; the covers having been removed. Leaving just the black satin sheets. Skin the color of the finest alabaster in stark contrast with the sheets. Dark brown hair lay fanned out underneath the huntress’s head. Her eyes were closed, mouth agape slightly. Revealing small yet deadly top fangs. The Lord reached down and angled her thumb along her lover’s bottom lip. Just light enough to were her eyelids fluttered, but did not open. It drew a shudder from the lithe Lord. The veil over Donna’s face moved ever so gently from her rather labored breathing. Just looking over the smaller women’s sleeping form made Donna’s spine cramp. The lull of her stomach as it rose and fell. The swell of her breast, the giving fat teasing the Lord. The dark patch of hair between her legs, glistening with the start of her arousal. Strong muscle strapped thighs, each as supple as they were thick. One hand dangled over the side of the bed, the one that dropped the cup. The other lay along her stomach, fingers fanned out over the raised muscle of her abs.

The veins in the Lords hands danced along the extensor tendons as she flexed them. Drawing her thumb along Cassandra’s top lip, pulling it back to bare her teeth. A small groan left the Lord as she eased her tall frame down next to her women. Her mourning dress pulled up around her hips as she straddled Cassandra’s naked thighs. A small grunt leaving Cassie’s 

The brown-haired women's abs felt like heaven, just enough brawn to press against black silk panties. Yet enough soft give of fat to make the Lord bite her lip as her hips bucked on their own. Another flutter of Cassandra's eyelids, long beautiful eyelashes kissing the tops of her cheeks. An sharp inhale, taking the scent of her women into her nose. Even through the powerful lull of this induced sleep, the feral part of the hunter’s instincts could never be fully dulled. 

Cassie smelled the finest fragrance of wildflowers and the natural musk of her lover’s arousal.

 Donna, utterly enraptured in the sight before her, the veil opening capturing just enough for her wondering eye to have time to appreciate all she saw. Taking Cassandra's sleeping form in sections, capturing each like a photo still. Imprinted and etched. Burned and seared into her memory. The sweet torture of being able to remember her like this at a whim made a small whimper leave the larger woman. Each detail would never be lost on Lord Beneviento, her obsession for her lover wouldn't allow such a thing. Her spine cramped again, this time the sheer need to have dead cold flesh in her hands, holding more life than anything the Lord had ever beheld. In the ice cold reaches of cream-colored skin Donna found a blazing inferno. 

Nails painted the color of the darkest ichor stood proud along the brawn of Cassandra's neck. Fingers honed and practiced. Long, slim and astoundingly dexterous, each individually pressed right where the Lord wanted. Palms pressed feather light along the smooth column of her lover’s throat. 

The Lord squeezed.

Only along the sides of her lover’s neck, pressure alone. No need to crush her women’s windpipe. She wanted to hear her nightingale sing for her this night. The response was instant, a perfect sleep painted groan left the brown-haired women. Donna's veil fluttered in the still air as a soundless exhale left her. Veins danced along the doll makers hands as she squeezed again, this time taking the blunt end of her nails to the frigid skin under them. Lips, void of their usual bloodily appearance parted as another, be it louder groan left Cassies mouth. Sandstone colored eyes flitted under closed lids, a few flies broke off from her cheek and landed on Donna's hand. Drawing the silver-colored eye away from her prize to land on the insects on her left hand. They were sluggish but intent to make themselves known, mouthparts quickly drawing blood. 

The Lord didn't flinch, watching as a small rivulet of black blood leaked down her hand, wrapping around her wrist only to drop down on Cassandra's collarbone. The air was permeated with the raw copper smell of the Lord’s blood, drawing a sleepy growl from Cassie. Her nose along with her flies had tasted their prize. Yet the effects of the tea were just strong enough to keep the smaller women affected. The Lord’s eye twitched at the reddening skin from where her ladies’ flies had bitten her.

 Had Donna given permission to taste her blood?

Like a switch, the Lord’s was deftly agile when she needed. She less moved, more appeared next to the bed again. A cold patience, one Lord Beneviento always carried around her, had been tested. Tested in a way that needed a swift end. Cassandra’s flies, sensing more than feeling the change of demeanor, flying lazily back to her face and returning to the smooth alabaster of her cheek. The Lord went about positioning her doll on the bed. Invisible, writhing arms coming from Donna’s back. Each strong and just as deadly as the ones who lay clasped in front of her. The red bites along her left hand had stopped bleeding but the actual process of healing them would take time. Having marred the Lord’s perfect skin without her permission.

The indent of the phantom fingers along toned legs made Donna shiver. An extension of herself, she felt every inch of cold supple skin through those hands. They were her hands after all, just unseen. Two spreading her lovers’ legs, two clasping Cassandra’s arms and pulling them above her head. Successfully pining her little doll to the bed. The final set laying claim to her hips, pressing into the cold skin until it bruised the pale skin. Cassie groaned; eyes fliting open for a spilt second from the brazen pain. Donna’s many pairs of arms kept the vice grip on her lover, though her body went ridged next to the bed. The thought of almost waking her sleeping women excited her. Under the flowing black material of the dresses hems lithe well-muscled thighs were clamped together. The friction it caused felt delightful, along with the all the other various stimuli she was getting from the many limbs coming from the Lord’s back. It only added to the itch at Donna brain that could only be scratched by the sleeping form of her lady. The hunter felt the phantom limbs holding her down, the dreamscape she wadded through left much of the sensations fleeting as best. Having to chase down the feeling, only for it to slip from her grasp. Starting the chase all over again. She. Loved. This.

Donna gave Cassie just what she wanted, her body already more than willing to be explored. Hands along the smaller women’s hips, lifting just enough for Donna to see just how Cass had started to leak, slicking clinging to her ever so pretty pussy lips. Using her own hands the Lord removed her veil from her head, the flushed face hidden under bared to the room. Silver colored scar tissue, casting forth a shimmering like that of an iridescent moon. The smile on the Lords face only grew as the scared flesh came alive, leaving room for wickedly sharp teeth and the writhing mass to grow. The right side of the Lord’s face also grew many more teeth than should have been housed inside. The smile splitting her features, what snaked out of her mouth couldn’t be called a tongue. The appendage itself was split right down the middle, making two wiggling tongue like muscles. Each dripping with a very special mix of different fluids.

Donna again, appeared before the foot of the bed, its height only making to just shy of the tops of the Lord’s knees. Towering not only above mattress, but also above Cassandra. If only yellow eyes had opened in that spilt second. Maybe the hunter would have noticed the nefarious glint in the Lord’s eye. The absolutely manic look lurking just under the dead calm awash in her eye.

Unhinged would not even be cutting it close to all the dark thoughts running rampant in the Lord’s mind. All of Cassandra at her mercy. Only madness itself could comprehend the bond these two women shared. Veil dropped from fingers dusted with growing talons of their own. Cassie’s arms flexed, legs much the same. Still chasing sensations in her dreamscape. Body unfolding before her Lord, silently begging. A hunter begging to be turned into the rightful prey she was before Donna Beneviento.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine-mine mine mine.”

The word repeated like a mantra. Echoing from a mouth that should not have been able to produce any. The twin serpent like tongues growing in not only length but girth as well. Intertwining with each other as they each drew closer to the molten heat between Cassandra’s legs. Window frost-like patterns formed and danced over the scar tissue along the left side of the Lord’s face. Painting emotions the Lord could never speak aloud, never find the right words to describe the feeling of unraveling before Cassandra. Letting herself, her true self go forth and devour just what fed this dark fascination.

The keening noise that left Cassies’ mouth was nothing short of the sound of a universe being born. It drew not only a wail wrapped with pleasure, but also the unfounded loss of her dreamscape. Jolted out of the recesses of her subconscious. A subconscious controlled by none other than Donna herself, weaving her very will into it. The same way the glistening twin appendages weaved their way inside of both smaller women’s holes. The Lord could secrete a certain enzyme from the ridge covered glands along the underside of the tongues. Ones that were tailored just for her little doll here. Her own personal aphrodisiac, one that took hold instantly.

 Eyelids snapping open as hazy yellow eyes met the outside world again. Trying to focus on anything long enough. Failing in truly spectacular fashion. Her attention snatched from her very soul as she felt pressure, the sweet ache awarded her whenever her Lord took her like this. Each time somehow more wonderous than the last time. Even with most of the Lords lower jaw having been overtaken by the wriggling fleshy dark matter that made up the mutation. Seeing Donna like this, primal and in her natural form made little else matter to Cassandra. Each thrust driving home just how much Donna owned her. Controlled her. A dogged want to possessive every iota of this women.

The waterwall behind the mist covered manor could not drown out the tortured cries of pleasure as Cassandra was ravaged beyond comprehension. Each time Donna curled the appendages deep inside her women, the skin stretching to accommodate the bulging mass of tongue like flesh deep inside of her womb. Six hands going unseen but most defiantly not unfelt pinning the hunter to the bed, forcing her to only lay there and take it all. Not that Cassandra would want it any other way.

If the power the Lord wielded could dethrone a ‘God’ if she merely willed it, what hope would her precious little doll have against her? Creating beautifully terrifying nightmares, Donna was the specialist. Giving all she knew her women could take, tasting her insides with revere. She would never ger enough to each pitiful beg for mercy, knowing if Cass truly wanted mercy she would swarm. Yet she stayed, a panting sweat covered mess. Voice hoarse and used as the two women stared at each other. The larger of the two still standing as stoic still at the end of the bed, hands clasped in front of her.

Sometimes not even a finger needed to be lifted for the Lord to get ‘just’ what she wanted.

[lively-potter]

— trials of athena ; three

— genre ; enemies to lovers, kinda slow burn, friends to lovers

— warnings ; a hella lot of cursing, some typos ( of course 🙄😬 ), mature themes, smut, athena doesn’t like feelings, fluff, smut, angst, some violence, a teeny bit of blood and gore, JK’s a dick fr

— intro, teaser, part one, part two

— find me on Wattpad ; LivelyPotter

— 2024 © LivelyPotter all rights reserved

— word count ; 1.7k

— taglist ; @ahgasegotarmy116 @jk97bam

-- a/n ; this is one of my fav chapters here, folks. stay tuned for the crazy ride, lmfaooo.

— chapter three ; expresso; make friends with it

♡

May 22nd, 2023 6:42 AM

Blankly staring into space, waiting for the coffee pot to fill up, I was hardly fazed by my mother yelping loudly once she got a good look at my face.

I was women enough to admit I looked like a fuckin' train wreck. My hair was fuzzed up (probably matted), my eyes held the darkest circles known to man, and my eye bags had freaking bags. Let's not even forget to mention to red mark, in the shape of a hand, which was my own doing – of course, but I'll get to that later.

North followed closely behind Mom and could barely contain his horror. And if North reacted the way he did, you knew it was bad.

I didn't get any sleep since I was rudely woken up by the intolerable lettuce head and his flavor of the night. After telling Sawyer enough to feed his curiosity, I got off the phone, huddled up, and prayed that I wouldn't hear anything else.

But no. My luck had to be shitty and I had to go through listening to the lady next door get choked by my neighbor's monster dick and then proceeded to scream and shriek all night for fuckin' hours.

No matter how many pillows I put over my ears, I could still hear everything.

Mom's brow drew together in concern as she hesitantly stalked closer to my hunched-up form.

"Jesus fuck," North nearly bellowed while he stomped into the kitchen, to take my face in his huge hands. "What happened to you?"

I looked up at him with dead, tired eyes and dragged my feet towards the coffee pot, where I slowly filled up my jug and turned to look at them.

"I only got an hour's sleep last night." I said dryly, a frown marring my lips.

Mom still watched me curiously and sidled past me to make her own, significantly smaller cup of coffee.

North raised a dark brow and leaned back against the counter whilst crossing his burly arms across his chest.

"Geez." Mom winced, knowing how much I valued my sleep. "Stay up late writing again?"

"No." I sneered at the thought of my salt slug of a neighbor, "I was rudely woken up by the sounds of fuckin' giggling and shrieks – I tried to ignore it, but once it began to get louder, I got up and stumped my fuckin' toe!" I snapped outraged, steam practically coming out of my ears.

I sucked up the iced coffee aggressively, earning startled looks from my parents.

"Then – and then when I got up, limping to my fuckin' window, I saw that women hit her knees in front of the fuckin' neighbor and pulled his dick out of his pants – it was huge if you were wondering – and when I tried to go back to sleep after seeing that mortifying image; I. Could. Not." I hit the counter with my fist as it emphases each hissed word.

Mom and North looked like a couple of deers caught in the headlight – their eyes bulged out, and mouths opened like a couple of fishes.

"You know why?" I said slowly, eyes not once blinking once.

North gulped and slowly lifted one shoulder in a shrug.

Mom looked like she wanted to bury herself alive to get out of this conversation.

"Because all I could hear was the sounds of fucking choking and that fucking headboard hitting against the wall like this –" I imitated the sounds by smacking my hand against the wall, entirely enraged.

*bang*

*thump*

*bang* *bang* *thump* *thump*

*bang*

North winced, looking tortured as I reenacted the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall. His head fell back, and I caught him murmuring for the lord to strike him down, so he didn't have to go through this conversation.

He should consider himself lucky I was in no mood to be reenacting the choking and gagging sounds.

Mom closed her eyes and rubbed them, looking equally tortured.

"Hey!" I pointed an accusing finger at him, "You were the one to tell Pops to give me that room – so the only reason I went through this is because of you!" I barked, raking my hands through my knotted hair, which was sticking out in every direction.

My shoulders heaved down in exertion and I finally calmed down and sipped my coffee slowly after my blow up.

Mom and North looked frightened to approach, but Mom did step forward and eyed my red cheek.

"What happened to your cheek, sweetie?"

North perked up, needing to know as well, but at the same time, not.

I shrugged and slowly picked up my coffee and held it in my hands.

"I smacked myself across the face after I saw his monster pierced dick – I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming." I spoke causally, taking a big gulp of iced heaven.

Mom immediately choked on her coffee, and North jumped into action to pat her back as she coughed. She looked up at me, green eyes wide. North looked uncomfortable and refused to look me in the eyes while a blush stained his tanned cheeks.

"What the fuck." He coughed, blinking.

"I'm going to bed." I said, pressing a kiss to Mom's cheek as I passed.

She eyed my forty once tumbler filled to the brim with coffee and raised a brow. "After all that?"

"Yup."

As I was leaving; i heard North start to speak.

"Sang, I told you that girl had been spending too much time with Sawyer."

***

May 22nd, 2023 6 PM

"You look like shit, baby girl." Gabriel tutted, kneeled beside my bed, touching a matted curl with a horrified face. I swatted his hand away, and turned around, pulling my duvet over my head.

"Dad." I groaned once my safety blanket was taken away, "Haven't you heard the saying, 'don't poke the bear'?"

"I have." Gabriel grinned, and wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me to my feet. I swayed and yawned, "get your ass up, babe. You need to eat and shower. You look like you haven't showered in fuckin' weeks."

If any of you wondered where I got my potty mouth from; meet Gabriel Coleman, ladies and gentlemen.

Gabriel took my face in his hands and pressed a kiss to my fluffed hair. "I'll fix that hot mess as soon as I can, 'kay?"

"Okay." I mumbled, half asleep.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and followed him downstairs where we joined the rest of our family. Mom gave me a warm kiss on my head and ushered me to a seat beside Nathan, after I had greeted Papa with his normal hug and a kiss on the cheek.

The males in my family looked at my face – mainly my hair as we ate. They asked no questions, which meant Mom and North already filled them in.

Speaking of North; he still hasn't been able to look me in the eye.

"Dad?" I asked, looking up at Nathan. He looked down at me with his normal soft smile that was only reserved for his family. "Did you have a good day?" I asked, making sure I asked all my family this question.

None of them asked how my day was in return – as they already knew.

All except Nathan.

"I did, my little peanut." He rubbed the top of my knotty hair, which received a scolding from Gabriel.

"Oi! Don't touch her fucking hair, dickwad." Gabriel groaned, "I got so much work to do."

"How was yours?" Nathan looked back down at me with a smile.

Everyone in the room froze – all except for me.

I brightened, "I'm so glad you asked! Well, if you're so interested in knowing—"

"Don't!" North nearly bellowed, eyes alight with panic, he crumbled back in his seat, looking like he aged years as he held his face in his hands. "You don't want to know, brother. Trust me." He begged, for the first time in his life.

Nathan paled and looked down at me questionably.

My mouth opened to answer him, but they were all regrettably saved by the doorbell ringing.

North jumped up, "I'll get it."

He didn't try to hide the fact that he was running out of the room. I huffed and crossed my arms.

We listened to North answer the door, and when he called for Mom – my interest was piqued. I slowly snuck out of my chair and listened in.

My eyes widened once I heard that familiar melodic voice – strong, deep, and soothing.

"Thank you once again, Sang." He said, sounding...kind? Kind? KIND? This fuckin' ass tart was capable of being nice? Wut the fuck.

"It was nothing. We hope you enjoying living on Sunny Vale Court." Mom said brightly, "if you ever need anything, we'll always be here."

"I won't." I grunted, crossing my arms.

I can hold a grudge, okay? All you judgmental fuckers can go suck a fat one.

Mom, North, and that inconvenient fire drill of a neighbor quieted.

Gabriel's eye bulged out the moment I pushed my long sleeves up my forearms and prepared to stomp to the door.

"Fuck." Silas' eyes widened in horror, and in an instant, he was on his feet and grabbing me under the arms, hauling me into his arms.

"Not today, my little love." He chuckled lowly as I fought to get out of his arms to give that salt slug a good talking to. Gabriel followed us up to my room and helped deposit me into the bathroom.

"Shower, Athena." Gabriel cackled, "and then I'll fix that rat's nest of yours."

I groaned lowly.

Damn it.

I threw off my clothes while making a promise to myself.

I'll get that little fucker next door if it's the last thing I do. 

A/N

this is probably one of my favorite chapters thus far. if you love athena, just wait til you meet my beloved sawyerweiland. i hope you loved the chapter, and I hope athena put a smile on your face and made you laugh. 

thanks for reading!

[gar6agef1r3]

I would love to see an Elvis x reader where we see a super jealous and possessive Elvis

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Elvis is known for the grip he has on the crowd. Though he’s never really given them what they wanted until tonight. Giving kisses out left and right leaves you furious. You are his partner after all, but if he can do it so you can. Flirting with another doesn’t end well and Elvis makes sure you remember who you belong to.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content!! NSFW, dirty as fuck!, Elvis being possessive, eating you out, breeding kink, aggressive smut. This has been my fav request so far! I had a blast writing this filth and I WILL be doing it again. Got a few backed up to write but they will be out soon.

As a rising star, it was only a matter of time before Elvis gave in to the crowd. His first performance in Los Vegas was something he could only dream of; a beautiful band, an amazing stage, and having his debut moment of kisses from all the needy women who had to have their piece. How could he deny them when he wanted it all the same. As you watched him walk around the seating area placing a tender kiss on every soft pair of lips he passed, jealousy burned deep within you. If he could do it, why couldn’t you?

Once the curtain call for the end of the show, you did not immediately rush backstage like you usually would. Standing from your seat you slowly walked over to the bar ordering an extra dirty martini. Leaning against the countertop you waited as a man approached standing next to you. He was tall and lean, dressed in a tight suit with a tailcoat that made him look like a penguin. Side eyeing him as he ordered, your bottom lip caught in your teeth while you contemplated. ‘If Elvis can do it, so can I.’ You reminded yourself before turning your body to face the other. “Well don’t you just look like you escaped the zoo~” your voice cooed as you got the attention of the man. A chuckle left his lips as he grinned at you, “Pardon me?” his voice was deep and bassy like that of an upright stringed instrument.

“I-I mean with your tailcoat. Makes you look sort of like a penguin,” you explained as your drink was placed in front of you. Another laugh was given as he turned fully towards you, his eyes daring to look over your figure. “I happen to think it’s rather charming, would you not agree?” his eyebrow cocked, making your insides flutter with excitement. You knew you shouldn't entertain, but how could you not. Reaching up you touched his bow tie, your fingers running down the buttons of his shirt, “Now I never said you didn’t.” your voice was laced with flirtatious intent as you retracted your hand taking a sip of your drink. As the man, before you leaned in closer, you saw the long fingers of another wrap around his shoulder jerking him away. “What in the hell do you think you’re doin’?” the honey-like southern voice sounded angrier than you’d ever heard before.

Your counterpart glared at you for a moment before his furrowed face looked the other in the face. “M-Mr. Presley. My apologies. I was just keeping this young lady company.” the man said innocently. Elvis’ eyes were on you as his index finger raised to point directly in your direction. His face was almost a beet red color, feverish with anger. “You think this is okay?” he asked sternly, raising his voice a bit. You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning away from him to take another sip of your drink. Without a second's hesitation, he gripped your wrist tightly dragging you away towards the back of the stage. “Ow Elvis dammit you’re hurting me,” you said, struggling against his grip.

Pulling you into the green room he practically slung you against the wall, his hand slamming against it beside your head. You had never seen him like this, not even once you could tell your actions hurt him a bit but you refused to feel sympathy after the stunt he had pulled not but a few minutes ago. “So what, you think you can just strut around doin’ whatever you please?” you were furious with his words, your face heating up with all the same rage he had before he pulled you away. “Don’t you act like a saint! Don’t you accuse me I didn’t even do anything? While you’re out there kissing all those women like I don’t even matter. As if I wasn’t even there!” your eyes stung with tears threatening to spill over.

His face softened at your anger seeing how badly it had affected you. Slowly removing his hand from the wall beside you, he gently graced your face with his thumb. You turned your head away blinking as the tears rolled down your face, your lips pursed as you gazed at the floor. “Come on now, baby. It’s all an act. You know you’re my one and only.” Elvis said dipping his face down to the small of your neck to place a soft kiss. It was hard to stay mad at this man, he had such a way with you. That was part of the reason you fell in love. Gingerly you draped your arms around his shoulders craning your head just a bit for him. “I’m sorry…” he whispered against your skin “Let me make it up to you.” his intoxicating voice cooed as his hands graced down your body resting on your hips. His fingers gripped at the fabric pulling your torso close to his.

You found yourself humming in response as you gripped the white jacket. His soft kisses got sloppy against your neck leaving behind wet marks. The pool of pleasure grew faster as his lips moved down your collar bone to your chest, his hands moving up to grip your breasts through the dress that adorned them. You sucked in a shuddered breath leaning your head back against the wall as he pulled down the straps of your dress, pulling it further until the fabric was fully off of your chest. “Oh, honey…” his voice was ragged as he cupped your boobs giving them a squeeze, “How could I ever want another when I have somethin’ as sweet at you.”

You blushed fluttering your eyes at him before you felt the pad of his tongue swirl around your right nipple, his free hand rolling the other between his fingers. You had always been sensitive, but his touch made your head spin. Letting a moan out you gripped onto his shoulders even tighter, almost forgetting why you had been mad altogether. His mouth detached moving to the other nipple, your legs shook a bit as you felt his teeth graze the bud. Your hands now moved up to his slicked hair, running your fingers against his scalp before gripping it tightly earning a pleased groan from the man.

Slowly he began to sink to the floor hitching up your dress above your thighs as he did so. Your eyes followed him as you watched his hand slip between your legs, those jewel-like eyes gazing up at you. “No man could ever do it like me, honey. Aight that right?” he asked feeling his fingers slowly rub against the fabric of your undergarments. Your heat made them wet as your face flushed a soft shade of pink, you gave him a nod in response but it wasn’t enough for him. “Say it. Say ‘That’s right Elvis.’” He pushed as his middle finger rubbed a small excruciatingly slow circle around your clit. “T-That’s right Elvis….” you repeated watching him with your mouth agape.

“Mmm~ atta girl.” Quickly he pulled off your panties kissing up your left leg, pulling the rest of your dress up as he did so. “Look at you, almost drippin’ for me. You can’t get enough of me can you buttercup? You know it will always be me.” his voice was so hungry, this was a side of him you’d never seen before. There had been many times that he talked to you like this, but never with such intensity. Like he meant every word more so than usual. Before you could respond his tongue dipped between your folds tasting your slick. He gripped one of your legs, hiking it up on his shoulder as he flicked his tongue over your clit. Biting down hard on your bottom lip one hand held onto his hair, the other cupping your own breast rubbing over your nipple.

Elvis was vigilant, hitting all the right spots. Before you could stop yourself the pleasure burned too quickly in your stomach rising to your chest. You pushed your hips out farther holding his head still as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs quivered as he sucked hard on your over-stimulated bundle licking you through your orgasm. As he pulled away he panted, swiping the saliva on his chin away with the back of his hand. Inhaling deeply your eyes opened to look at him as he stood unbuttoning his top. Blinking away the haze you helped him finish sliding it off his shoulders and tossing it somewhere in the room.

His thumb and index finger rested on your chin, turning your face upwards to meet his. “My darling, I think you’ve been a bad girl,” he said, moving his face close. Your eyelids hung heavy as a wide grin spread over your lips, “And what are you going to do about it?” you taunted feeling him ghost his lips against yours.

A low growl came from deep within his chest. Dropping his hand he quickly turned you around pushing you hard against the wall. A hand pressed on your back to keep your chest against the wall while another wrapped around your waist pulling it out. You could feel his hips grinding into your butt, his bulge already throbbing against the fabric. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson. Don’t you toy with me again?”

You heard the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his pants making your cunt squeeze over itself. Closing your eyes you felt the tip of him rub against your soaking pussy. He groaned as he pushed into your tight cunt causing you to furl your fists against the wall. His hands gripped at your waist as he slowly began to push more into you until his hips were flush against your own. Leaning down he pushed your hair aside kissing your neck, his teeth catching some skin making you clench around him.

Without another seconds noticed Elvis forcefully pulled his hips back slamming into you again. Moaning loudly at the slight pain he growled against the skin in his teeth thrusting hard and fast into you. He was so deep the clench around him only made him more aggressive as you did your best to muffle your moans. “Fuck~ You’re holdin me so tight. You like the way I fill you up, huh?” he asked lifting himself up, a hand gathered all your hair gripping tightly and pulling you up a bit.

Your mouth hung open as he fucked into you hitting deep against your g spot. “Tell me you like it, Y/N.” he commanded, pulling hard at your hair. “I like it.” you replied breathless. This wasn’t satisfactory enough as the hand on your waist pulled you back hard, pushing his cock in further then you thought was possible. Elvis stopped moving yanking you up to push your back against his chest. “You like what?”

“I-I like the way you fill me up. I love how good you fuck me.” the words tumbled from your mouth begging for him to move again. You felt so dirty, but couldn’t help yourself. You wanted him more than ever now as he edged you to your next orgsam. “Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me.” he pressed his chin against your shoulder as you felt him start to thrust again. As he went on he only got rougher, a hand reaching around your chest to hold your throat tight, his hips grinding against yours rapidly.

He was close, you could feel the throb inside you as his rhythm started to waiver. “You're my girl, right? My good girl?” he said huskily as sweat beaded on his forehead. Gripping your throat tighter the restricted air flow made your head spin as your eyes fluttered shush resting against his shoulder behind you. You nodded feeling the tingle of pleasure rise to your chest.

“Say it!”

“I’m your… Ah~ I’m your good girl. Fuck Elvis I’m your good girl.”

“Mmm that’s right, baby. That’s right.” within moments you felt a crack of white split through you, your legs shaking and he hit your sensitive spot over and over, faster until your body went a bit limp in his grasp. He moaned out against your skin stuffing himself in deep filling you up. Elvis stayed like that for a moment as you pulsed around him slowly regaining yourself enough to open your eyes.

As he pulled out the empty feeling made you whine, while his cum dripped down the inside of your thigh. His fingers brushed against your jaw turning your head to face his,

“Don’t forget who you belong to, buttercup.” You smiled and nodded as he kissed you deeply holding your shaky body close to his.

[runnning-outof-time]

Making Up for Lost Time | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy and (Y/N) were together before the war. They broke things off when he went to fight, but a few years later, they met again. This time, Tommy's engaged in a different kind of war. (Y/N) has no intention of leaving his side now.

Warnings: smoking, mentions of war, drinking

Word Count: 4272

A/N: I say this all the time, but I really enjoyed writing this one...pre-war/wartime Tommy is one of my favs I think. Enjoy! :)

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The day started like any other. Tommy called for a family meeting in the living room of the Shelby family's Watery Lane home, which wasn't out of the ordinary because everyone who was part of the betting operation was family. Once everyone was there, he flicked his cigarette into the fire and cleared his throat.

"I'm sure you're wondering why you've all been called in here..." he trailed off, glancing around the packed room. The immediate members of the Shelby family weren't the only ones present. Along with them were several of the shop's employees; those who worked long hours day in and day out. "I, uh, well, actually me brothers and I, have an announcement to make," he continued, his eyes roaming the room once more before they fell onto (Y/N).

That's when her heart rate started to pick up. Because she could see in his eyes that he was about to say something big. She just didn't know what that big thing would be. And that worried her. Well, it always worried her when her boyfriend did things like this.

The room stayed silent as both John and Arthur stood from their chairs to stand beside their brother. Tommy glanced at both of them before he cleared his throat again. The anticipation was able to be felt in the room as the words hung on the tip of his tongue. Then, all at once, the news came out: "my brothers and I have decided to volunteer in the army; to go fight in France."

There weren't any immediate reactions, and that was probably because the news had come out of left field and had shocked each person in the room.

Tommy, trying not to elicit any emotional conversations from anyone, turned his attention from his girlfriend to his aunt, "Pol, I trust that you will take over the shop, as many women are doing nowadays with the men leaving. I have good faith that you will run it well and without problem," he addressed her, and the older woman nodded her head along with what he was saying. "Finn..." he then looked towards his youngest brother, "you'll be the man of the house now. You'll watch over everything until we come back," he told the eleven year old, who also only nodded his head. He looked forward to no one in particular as he addressed the room again: "please know that we have made this decision on our own, and that we have put great thought into it. There will be nothing that changes our minds," he announced then, glancing at each of his brothers before he finished his statement with "this meeting is considered finished."

Once he was finished speaking, Tommy glanced at (Y/N). She was still sitting with a shocked expression on her face. In fact, she hadn't moved since he had made his announcement. His gaze held hers for a few moments before he slightly nodded in the direction of the house's door. (Y/N) knew what that meant, and as John and Arthur got snagged up into conversations, Tommy managed to make his way out of the home's living room and onto the gravel street. He waited for (Y/N) to exit the house and fall in by his side before they started walking down the road.

Nothing was said. They simply walked in silence and shared a cigarette until they got to the spot that they deemed theirs. It was a cement ledge that separated the river from the road, and they often liked to meet up there and spend countless hours together.

They both sat down and let the silence soak in for a few more moments before Tommy spoke up: "I had to do this," he said in a soft voice, his eyes focused on the river in front of him as he took a drag from the cigarette he'd just lit.

"You had to?" (Y/N) asked him, her eyes widening slightly as she looked in his direction. "Tommy, please don't tell me that you had to, because you didn't. You would have had to go if you were drafted. You volunteered to go fight...those two are not the same," she spoke quickly, her words flying out faster than she could think them up because her mind was running in overdrive. How are you supposed to react when your partner tells you that they've just signed themselves up to go fight in a war that was quickly sweeping across the continent?

Tommy sighed when he heard what she had to say. He knew that she wasn't going to be thrilled with his decision, but he still wasn't prepared to hear the hurt in her voice as she gave him her thoughts. "They would have drafted me anyway, love," he told her, trying to give some context into why he made the choice he did, "I wanted to go on my terms."

"Yeah, they would have drafted you, but it wouldn't have been this early," she didn't think the way he did, "it would have given you more time...given us more time," she again tried to stress certain words.

They'd been together for a little over a year now after having met through the beautiful place that was Charlie Strong's yard. (Y/N)'s father was a good friend of Charlie's, and she liked to tag along whenever he went to visit the man that she'd come to love like an uncle. One day, she was roaming around the stables when she stumbled upon a young man, who was initially rather unhappy that she was even sneaking around that part of the yard. He cared too much about the horses that were stabled there to have some random girl come back and mess with them. But he soon found out that she had a love for the creatures as well, and he quickly found himself hoping that she'd come to visit so that they could get to know each other better. Those meetings turned into a romance that was still burning as bright now as it was all those months ago. But it seemed like everything was coming to an abrupt halt.

Tommy finally looked over at (Y/N) when he heard her trying to sniffle back her tears. His heart clenched in his chest as he saw the tears rolling down her cheeks. He hated to see her cry, and would always be ready to jump into action and get rid of whatever had brought her to tears. But now he was the reason behind them. And, being in this position, he wasn't sure what to do.

"I'll write home every chance I can. You'll be with Polly at the shop, she'll keep you updated on everything. And I'll come home. I promise you that I'll come home," he thought up a way to continue things, a way to still stay connected, and he spoke from the heart as he held eye contact with her.

(Y/N) shook her head at his words first before she looked down at her lap and took a deep breath. "I can't do that, Tommy," she said softly, shaking her head again.

"See...we'll make this work, we can...wait, what?" he felt relieved for a few seconds until her words finally sunk in. Then he caught himself before he was able to spin the yarns further on how they could remain a couple.

"I can't stay here while you go off to fight. I can't be here and pretend everything's alright while you're in the middle of hell. I can't deal with the thought of you not coming home, and you can't promise me that you will...because war doesn't work like that," she elaborated on her previous statement, her voice only just above a whisper. If she would have said them any louder, she would have begun sobbing.

"So you're saying that you..." he trailed off before saying it, unable to even think about the possibility that she would want to break up with him. But it seemed that that was the direction this conversation was going in.

"I don't think that I'd be able to live in any state other than worry while you're off fighting, and that’s not good for the both of us," she told him, her eyes hooking onto his.

"I can't bear the thought of you sitting here in such a state as that," Tommy began to agree with her...not because he wanted to, but because he could see the pain etched into her features, and he hated that he was the one causing her to feel like this.

"I'm sorry, Tommy, but I'm happy that you understand," (Y/N) said, sending him a sad smile. She wasn't 'happy' in the true sense of the word though. If anything, she was more so relieved that he didn't make this some type of big spectacle like he very well could have. She then leaned over and pressed one last kiss to his cheek, savoring the feeling that she got whenever her lips touched his skin. Except for this time, the usual spark was dulled. "I'll be thinking of you every day, and I'm so very proud of you for volunteering to serve," she finished speaking once she pulled away, her eyes matching his once more. Tommy could only send her a soft smile. There was nothing more that he had to say.

And nothing more was said as (Y/N) stood from the cement ridge to brush off her dress before she began to walk back to her family's home. She left Tommy there with his head hung, and even though it pained her immensely to do so, she had to keep on walking.

-Five Years Later-

The tea room was as quiet as it usually was when (Y/N) walked in to start her shift, and she revelled in that. One of the reasons why she picked up a serving job here was because of how peaceful the place was. There was no drama; no exuberant customers. Just a bunch of older, rich people who liked to sip on tea and discuss their woes of what dress to buy, or what stock to invest their money in. (Y/N) didn't understand the topics that were posed in conversation, but she certainly wasn't complaining about listening to them because she was earning good money.

Her shift started out like any other. She tied her white apron over top the bottom of her shorter, black dress before she stepped onto the dining floor and began serving patrons. Once all of her tables were satisfied, she moved over to stand next to Darcy, one of the women whom she enjoyed the company of while she was in between runs.

"Who's that man over there?" Darcy questioned as (Y/N) came to stand by her side. (Y/N) followed the other woman's gaze to an older man that was sitting by himself at a table. He was staring rather intensely at his empty plate, and (Y/N) wondered for a second if he hadn't been served.

"I don't know, but maybe no one has picked up his table," (Y/N) guessed before she stepped forward with the intent of checking on him. "Hello, sir," she greeted with a polite smile as she came to stop in front of the table he was occupying, "is there anything I can get you?"

"No. I'm waiting for someone. Thank you," his answer was abrupt, and his words came out in a thick, Irish accent. He glanced up at her momentarily before nodding his head in a way that seemed as if he was dismissing her. (Y/N) also nodded, sucking in a breath before she walked back to where Darcy was still standing.

"I take it he's good right now?" she questioned, to which (Y/N) nodded her head.

The two women stood for a few more minutes before both deciding that they should do rounds again. As they were going around to their tables, Darcy stopped (Y/N) in the middle of the room. "It looks like someone's joined your man over there," she said, nodding to the table that the Irish man was sitting at.

Her statement compelled (Y/N) to look in its direction, and indeed, someone had joined the other man. This new man was younger, and upon looking at him for a few moments, (Y/N) felt that her eyes were playing a trick on her. That couldn't be. "I should go check if his answer's changed," she said to Darcy, her eyes not drifting from the man sitting opposite to the one she spoke to earlier.

Darcy gave her a pat on the back before she walked away, leaving (Y/N) to go carry out what she said she was going to do. "Hello again, sir. I see that a guest of yours has arrived," she started, trying so hard not to look at the man that was sitting on her right. If she did, and it turned out to be who she was thinking it was, she might not have been able to look away.

"We are still fine. Thank you," the man spoke abruptly again, his serious eyes boring into hers. His tone made it seem like he wasn't going to be swayed on his answer. So (Y/N) nodded and stepped away, going back over to the corner of the room where the other servers were standing. She still hadn't made direct eye contact with the other man sitting at that table, and honestly, she was afraid to.

Her eyes kept roaming around the room, looking for any patrons that might have needed her assistance. She couldn't help but look at the back of the head that she knew she'd seen before multiple times as she tried to strain her ears to hear what they were walking about, but to no avail.

That was until the younger man stood up. "Now why would I shake the hand of a man who didn't even fight for his country?" She could recognize that voice anywhere.

The low tone of it set off shivers throughout her body, and her eyes widened slightly as he turned to then walk out of the tea room. She quickly retreated into the side room in hopes that he wouldn't recognize her. She took a deep breath once the door shut. Then she shook her head at her silliness. Of course he wasn't going to recognize her. It'd been five bloody years since they'd last seen each other.

She brushed the imaginary wrinkles out of her apron before she walked to the door that connected to the hallway before the tea room. She couldn't go back into the very room that she'd just run out of. Opening the hall door, she took one step out into the corridor. She didn't get very far, however, because she immediately walked into someone.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," she quickly said, breathing a sigh of relief when she realized that neither she nor the person she'd just ran into had any liquids on them.

"'S fine," the voice that responded to her made the breath get caught in her throat.

(Y/N) gasped as she looked up to find the same blue eyes that had tears in them when she left their owner sitting on a cement ridge five years ago. The same blue eyes that she found herself staring into, and getting lost in, for over a year. "Tommy," she blurted without even thinking, her jaw hanging slack.

Hearing her voice confirmed to him that this was exactly who he thought it was from the moment she came over and addressed his table. And with the word she uttered, away went all of his frustrations that were just caused by Campbell. "(Y/N)..." he trailed off, his wide eyes staying locked onto hers, "what're you...what're you doing here?" he asked then, stopping his sentence short so that he was able to clear his throat.

She couldn't help but laugh slightly at his question, the sound acting as music to his ears and almost making him swoon. "I work here," she told him, her words coming out in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh," he breathed as he looked over her frame to see that she was indeed wearing the standard server's outfit, "of course," he nodded his head slightly.

(Y/N) smiled at him, so happy to see that some of his bashfulness was still present behind the now hardened exterior he seemed to have. "I have to get back onto the floor now," she told him, glancing past him to see Darcy waving her in.

"Of course," he nodded again, repeating what he'd just said. "If you, um...if you still live in Small Heath, you should come by the Garrison. Me brothers and I still go there a lot...they'd be happy to see you," he offered up then.

"I moved to Sparkhill, actually," she informed him, "Small Heath's a bit of a walk for me."

"I'll pick you up then," Tommy offered before he could even think of what he was saying. (Y/N)'s eyes lit up at his statement.

"You would?"

"Of course. We have a family car. You're free tonight?" he asked her. Surely he sounded desperate, but he really didn't care. He never thought he'd see her again, and he wasn't about to let her slip through his fingertips.

(Y/N) was a bit taken back by his sudden suggestion, but she didn't let that show. "I am. I finish here at six. Then I'll be home for the rest of the night," she told him, already feeling excitement bubbling up in her stomach at the thought of spending time with him.

"Six, ok...good," Tommy nodded before he took his pocket watch out to check the time. It was four now. "I'll be at your house thirty minutes after the hour. That should be enough time for you to get home, yeah?" he checked with her before finalizing his plan.

"That works," (Y/N) nodded with a smile. They held each other's gaze for a few moments before (Y/N) looked past him yet again, "I really do need to get back, Tommy," she told him, her smile evident in her words.

"Ok," he nodded before he moved out of her way.

"I'll see you later," she smiled sweetly at him before walking past him so that she was able to get back onto the floor.

True to his word, Tommy was at (Y/N)'s house just as the clock struck six-thirty. He helped her into the car and then they were off to Small Heath.

Some time later, he'd pulled the car into a garage and then helped (Y/N) out. "It's a few blocks away," he stated as they began walking down the street. (Y/N) just nodded and began following him.

As they got closer to their destination, (Y/N) started to feel very nervous. She hadn't seen any of these people in five years. How would they perceive her? Would they even remember her? She didn't even have time to voice her worries because they were already at the door to the pub. Tommy opened it for her and she smiled before walking into the establishment.

There were many people in the crowded bar area, but Tommy led her into the small room that sat to their right. As soon as she crossed through the threshold, she was met with many familiar faces.

"Am I seeing a ghost, or is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) really standing in front of me?" Arthur was the first to speak up with a grin on his face.

"It's really me, Arthur," (Y/N) smiled at him, slowly easing into the feeling of being in the crowded room.

"You found each other again, didn't you?" Charlie Strong then spoke from where he was sitting in the corner. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at his words before she left Tommy's side and went to hug the man she hadn't seen in so long. That hug turned to several hugs from all of the other men sitting around the small table.

(Y/N) stopped at Polly then, allowing the older woman to hold her at arm's length. "It's so good to see you again, (Y/N)," she said with a smile before she pulled her into a tight hug.

"It's good to see you again, Pol," she mimicked the greeting as she held the embrace for a few more moments.

Once they pulled away, (Y/N) stepped back over to Tommy's side. She glanced over at him in hopes that he'd tell her what to do next. But he was too busy staring down at her to say anything. "Why don't you two join us instead of standing in the corner?" John called, a grin on his face. His words made the two snap out of the trance they were in, and Tommy made sure to drop his hand to the small of (Y/N)'s back so that he was able to lead her over to the edge of the bench that was right next to his chair. They both sat down, and the group got into conversation as drinks were brought into them.

It felt to (Y/N) like the night passed by so fast, but at the same time, it was great to be able to reconnect with the people that held such importance in her life. It was like not a day had passed by when she was talking to them.

“It’s getting late, Tommy. I should head home,” she said some time later, leaning closer to him so that he would hear her over the loud conversations happening in the room.

“I’ll drive you,” he told her, pulling back slightly to look her in the eyes, “you’re not walking back to Sparkhill on your own,” he squashed her objection before she was even able to make it.

“Ok,” she nodded, accepting his offer. She waited there as he pulled back his hand that was sitting on her thigh for the longest part of the night. Once he did, she stood and fell in by his side.

“I’m taking (Y/N) home,” he announced to the rest of the people. They all began saying goodbye to the woman they were so happy to see again.

(Y/N) and Tommy left the pub after saying their goodbyes, and Tommy made sure to keep her close to him as they walked back to his car. Once they were inside, he backed out of the garage and began driving to her home.

In what felt like no time, they were back at her house. (Y/N) smiled over at him as he put the car in park. “Thank you for bringing me home, Tommy. I had a really great night,” she said as she glanced over at him.

“Don’t mention it, love. Everyone was really happy to see you again,” he told her, his eyes finding hers rather quickly.

“It was good seeing everyone,” she agreed, butterflies fluttering around her stomach as she held his intense gaze. “It was good seeing you,” she added, her voice softer now.

Tommy’s eyes then flickered to her lips before they came back up. The tension between the two of them was palpable. All of the stolen glances and slight touches that accumulated throughout the night had come down to this. And now that they were inches away from each other, neither of them had the slightest desire to move away. Within seconds, Tommy’s lips were on (Y/N)’s. His hand had found her cheek and now served as a way to keep her in place as he kissed her passionately; like she was going to go anywhere to begin with.

(Y/N) moved closer to him on the bench seat so that she was able to rest her hands on his shoulders, their kiss deepening as their tongues met. She was the one to pull back moments later when her air had run out, and she dropped her forehead against his as their heavy breaths melded together.

“I promised you that I’d come home,” Tommy whispered against her lips, breaking the short silence that had fallen between them.

“You did,” his words made (Y/N)’s heart clench as she thought back to the conversation they had on the cement ridge all those years ago. “You came home, and you found me again,” she whispered, her hand clutching onto the lapel of his suit jacket.

Tommy leaned in and kissed her lips again, locking her into another passionate kiss that had her head spinning. His hand dropped from her cheek to her thigh, and it slid the fabric of her dress up towards her hip, exposing her stocking covered skin to the cooler air of the night.

“Stay the night with me,” (Y/N) broke their kiss to say, knowing exactly what events would be coming next.

“You want me to?” Tommy checked with her, his eyes finding hers once more.

“I need you to,” she told him, a hint of desperation in her (y/e/c) orbs. Tommy quickly caught it and within seconds he was getting out of the car so that he could help her out.

They quickly walked their way up to the front door and entered the home, where they found themselves making up for lost time.

Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul @golden-hoax @elenavampire21 @peaky-cillian @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @lilyrachelcassidy

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Most of the HCs I've done! Graves edition!

I know there will be those mother fuckers who really really simp for graves! Tbh I get it, I really do... despite being morally questionable here is your food my children :) have some head cannon you feral fucks :D

Relationship: +he likes his women like he likes his job :) morally questionable. +honestly wants someone to understand the nature of his career and not judge his weird excitement of each mission. +CEO of loving his team more than you maybe +despite his career being hella hella classified, he tells you everything + "oh ho ho you should of see it (y/n ) THEY WENT DOWN LIKE FLIESSS! It's like watching those oddly satisfying videos online. You know what I'm talking about right?" + firstly its a bit off-putting that he compared it to that but at this point, you have accepted it :/ +he is surprisingly clingy +very v e r y protective +almost killed a man who catcalled you ohhh you wonder how he's a free man at times.

Sick: +This man is actually really good to be sick with :D +He has this really good passed-down homemade chicken soup recipe that he makes you +Lots and lots of blankets + Plays your favorite music, tv show, or movie. + the only bad thing is ALL YOULL EAT IS SOUP, ONLY SOUP! +When you finally aren't sick You jump to eat something that is SOLID! GOD 4 DAYS OF SOUP S U C K S

+About him getting sick? He doesn't and rarely does... +And when he does, you don't even know. +He will still like his normal self and do his normal thing. +You don't know unless one of his boys tells you. +In which case you yell at him and force him to rest but by the time that happens he is already almost better.

Christmas: +Christmas with this man is an interesting one... +Lively is the best way I can respectfully say it. + Bring out every kind of booze +Tbf wouldn't be surprised if they brought weed. Def seems like the legal weed guy. +OFC they didn't do this at your shared house, you would kill him if the stench stayed and he wasn't gonna risk that. +You didn't really care about what they do really as long as there are no hookers. +You are mainly with your family anyways for the holidays since you really don't like his team's parties. Been to it once and never again. +he joins you for a day on Christmas with your family and at least spends one day with you before heading to work again. + He got you a lovely little gold bracelet with little charms of your fav stuff + You got him a new fancy watch since he's been nagging about how his old one kept going out of sync. +Overall, a dandy time despite his mates sending pics later of their party which are usually really funny pictures odd him doing dumb shit.

Wedding: +OFC, he proposed, he was pretty classic about it. +It was the middle of winter and you two were chilling on a bridge and he kinda just went "Hey, you know why would be cool?"And he bent down behind you as you proceed to ask what and turned around "If we got married." +He had a smug look the entire time by the way... Smug ass motherhecker. +After saying yes, the next 6 months of planning were actually terrific. +He let you do all the planning since having a wedding was more your thing and he really didn't argue with you. + you had no price limit but OFC you didn't milk him dry. + You got your dream wedding, your dream outfit oh my it was amazing! +Most likely to be a Disney wedding :/ just feel like he would allow it +if you don't like Disney, just think of your ideal dream wedding and it prob happened with this man.