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mattluvsmarni · 12 days

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Fanfiction Truth

Summary: You knew Matt for as long as you can remember, but what you didn't know is how he'd react after catching you reading fanfiction about him.

Warnings: smut with a plot, p in v, making out, slight humiliation, swearing, unprotected sex.

A/N: This is my first fic on here. Idk how i came up with this i just thought imagine if his s/o in the future were to see the things that are written about him and ofc my mind went to filthy places. anyways i hope this fulfils ur expectations, enjoy lovlies!!

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You lay on your stomach aimlessly scrolling through Pinterest for the last 3 hours, you adjust yourself, sitting upright , and shaking your arms to let the blood flow again. you and Matt were supposed to hangout but he's running late. you pick up your phone to check if matt has texted– nothing. You find yourself thumbing through posts trying to stay busy.

You come across a post reminding you of a comment section about matts fanfictions. You drop your phone to pick your laptop up again, search his name in tags, and scroll judging by titles until you find one.

as you read, you can feel your eyes slightly watering and the light coming from the screen suddenly being a bother,

Her and Matt are in a club.

The lights are low, they’re intoxicated, his hands on her hips, not an inch of space between they’re bodies, they’re moulded into one.

her head thrown back, he's breathing in her ear.

his hands running up and down her body.

you sit back, your thighs pressed together. this is matt, your matt, the matt on his way to innocently hang out with you right now. and this is what you’re doing? You stare at the screen for another minute contemplating your choices , but you're already wondering what's going to happen next.

he snakes his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.

she can feel him growing in his pants.

she can feel her arousal soaking her panties, as she tries to squeeze her thighs together while continuing to grind and sway,

He's teasing, toying with the hem of her skirt. She tightens her grip on the material around his biceps, as her nails dig into the skin of his around her waist.“Matt, please” she breathes.

“Please what” he teases

“I need you, please.”

‘“In any situation your manners are still in use, such a good girl aren't you?” he coos.

“For you? Always.” she admits, spinning around to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Yeah?”, He chuckles, “you’re going to have to hold out for me until we’re home though.” he mockingly pouts, smoothing his hand down your back to lightly squeeze your ass.

This was getting you all hot and bothered. you’d be lying if you said you weren't imagining present day you and Matt.

Matt and you unintentionally ended up at the same college, after he made your early school years more horrible than it already was. Now being ‘older and wiser’ which he claims to be he finally grew a pair leaving him with a want to rectify his history with you . This includes hanging out from time to time, trying to form a healthy friendship, and seeing where it goes from there.

but reading that and always having nothing other than your fingers to help you get off. Makes everything you just read sound so perfect. You’ve had your fair share of fantasies when it comes to Matt. Seeing it all spelt out and in front of you made you in need of something real. You just wanted to drop to your knees in front of him, and beg to please him. Have him laugh in your face, call you pathetic, and shove his dick down your throat.

"Fuck" you whisper shout, running a hand through your hair, your thoughts were out of control. You slam your laptop shut. pacing around your room, up till your movements are interrupted by a notification on your phone.

Matt:

I just pulled in

You:

omw!

After taking a minute to exercise your breathing. You slip on your slippers running down the stairs, the buzzer goes off right before you can hit the button.

Letting him in, you notice the bag of snacks in his hands before looking up at him to see that small, but genuine smile. He pulls you in for a quick hug. "Sorry Chris needed me to take him to eat before I came over."

You can't even look him in the eye and he's apologising for running late. "no, no you’re good, come on up." you exclaim, shaking your head of all unwanted thoughts.

lying on your backs facing each other. you guys fell into a chain of laughs and good conversations with your playlist playing in the background. "I'm glad to finally have you sitting here listening to my music."

"Stop acting like I hog." he gasps, "I let you play music."

With a quirk of your eyebrow, he quickly adds, "sometimes."

"name one time." you insisted.

Turning his head in the other direction. He tries to pretend he's in thought when really, he's trying to hold back a smile.

"Mhm exactly" you strongly emphasise, "I'll never understand why though my taste is significantly better than yours."

"yeah?" He argued

and that one word took you back 2hrs, reminding you of what you read earlier.

You sat up clearing your throat, "yeah."

"Let's not lie to ourselves."

"Denial is the sickest disease" rolling his eyes at your comment. He goes to gather all the trash into a single bag, Brushing you off with a distasteful grumble.

"Can we start looking for a movie to watch?" He asks

"Of course! start looking." you call out on your way out to grab a soda for the two of you.

You walk back into the room to Matt and inch away from the computer screen, his eyes quickly moving from one side to another.

"Here" you chuckle, handing him his drink

"Who needs movies when we could just read these" he suggests.

Every bone in your body goes rigid. You completely forgot to clear the tab. "Wait, hold on, give me a second." you frantically try to reason, lunging forward in an attempt to take it out of his hands.

But he’s quick to drive it out of your reach.

"No, you wait, and give me a second, I'm almost done." he says, bringing a finger up before your face to punctuate his words.

A wave of embarrassment washes over your entire body, you sit back trying not to look anymore suspicious. Your pursuit at trying to stay unbothered fails the minute you start to think about what part he's reading.

Matt seems so invested and you’d give a million bucks to know what was going on in his head right now. The only sound between the two of you was the music now lightly playing. He continues his scrolling, smirking for a split second, now you’d also kill to know what drove that reaction out of him.

You can hear the pounding of your heart, as he finishes up closing the object of your demise to look up at you. You avert your eyes, taking sudden interest in your feet.

“I've always heard of these but never got around to actually reading one though.” he says finally breaking the silence

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth not knowing how to respond.

"Why were you reading them anyway?" he questions, inching closer to your place at the edge of the bed.

"I saw a comment section on it the other day" you're 100% sure it's visible how hard you’re breathing.

"There's no need to be embarrassed. I'm just surprised. It's not something I expected from you." he assures.

"What’d you think of it?" he asks, placing a hand on your unclothed thigh, and smiling triumphantly when he hears your breath hitch.

"I didn't get to really read it" you say lying through your teeth.

"Come on we both know that's a lie he says with a look of disbelief. ‘It's written all over your face, you’re telling me you didn't imagine me and you in that club." He asks, trailing his hands up your thigh .

"Because I did. It was you who I imagined wearing a flimsy little black dress. Under colourful lights. It was your body that was backed up against mine." he says, and you can feel his breath on year neck.

Your eyes flutter closed as you angle just right for him to mark.

He brings his lips to your neck leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses.

You couldn't bring yourself to care how evident your need for him was anymore. Not with that confession of his. Not when he was touching you the way you’d only dreamed of in the company of yourself.

"I want you to let me have my way with you, have you under me. For you to be begging me to let you finish." he says, his hand now almost right where my body needs him the most.

"Or I could just back off completely. And continue to be your plain old buddy Matt."

"Your pick sweetheart." He threatens, removing himself from you.

"Matt!" you instantly whine at the loss of warmth. Quickly reaching for his hand to place it back on your thigh,

"the first option" you huff out.

He chuckles, slowly bringing his hand up to your clothed clit pressing his finger to it tracing along the wet patch that's gathered and I forgot how to breathe.

His touch is light and barely there but i still can't will myself to breathe. I wish he'd give more and as careless as it makes me, I want it.

"tell me. What exactly was the first choice again?’"He begins moving in a slow and tangible circular motion.

you open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a jumbled cross of a gasp and a hum.

He slows down his movements even more. coming up to pinch your nipple through your shirt. "I asked a question."

"Have your way with me until I'm begging you to let me finish." you rush out, throwing your head back, and bucking up your hips looking for more friction. It was embarrassing that you were already losing it and he’s done nothing.

“You don't have to tell me twice” picking back up his speed. A barely there whimper escapes my lips.

He's leaving more kisses all down to where his teeth skim the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. Marking all along your skin.

he finally dips a finger inside your underwear. Seeing for himself how much of an effect he’s actually had on you.

“So fucking wet like I knew you’d be.” His cock twitched against the constricting material of his pants as you audibly moan at his words

Inserting a finger. You throw your head back from the sudden relief as he works you perfectly. Your body had a mind of its own in this moment, moving with his fingers.

“Yeah go ahead and ride my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel.” He growled into your ear

Pressing his thumb to your clit as he curled his fingers in you, and that was all you needed to come undone all over his fingers.

Watching you try to catch you breath and the way your lips were still parted had him bringing his fingers dragging them across your lips to spread your wetness along them

You made direct eye contact as you darted your tongue out to taste yourself, that small action alone did so many things for him

Tempted, he licked his own lips reflectively mirroring your actions.

Overtaken by his temptation he smashes his lips against yours, your hands fly to his hair taking advantage of your surprise he’s quick to slip his tongue into your mouth tasting you like he was a starved man you moan into the kiss as he brings you up to straddle his lap.

The kiss was hungry and fast eager to satiate the want you both were obviously feeling he was gripping your hips to help you move in circular motions as you grinded down on him you’ve never felt so in need of something more than you were right now he felt the same it was written into his lips and the way it aggressively moved against your own.

Your patience was wearing thin. And his dick was begging to be freed. Your fingers reached down to press on the button of his jeans then to look into his eyes for any signs of disagreement. There wasn’t any. “I don’t want to finish on anything other than your dick right now.” you admit as you go to unbutton his pants.

“Fuck” he curses, halting your movements by quickly flipping you both over so that his chain was now dangling over your face. He wasted no time reconnecting your lips, only pausing to pull your top off and making quick work of your bra.

His lips moved down swirling his tongue around your hardened nipple “Matt” you breathed, as your body melted completely into his touch. “Please” moving over to give the other one the same attention “I know baby, I know” he assured

Leaving a path of kisses all the way down to the waistband of your shorts. “Up” he spoke. Lifting your hips so he could get rid of your shorts and panties. Next came his shirt and finally those cockblocking jeans.

His pants and boxers now a pile of nothing on the floor. He started slowly stroking his member, aligning it with your wet and ready entrance, amused at the moan you let out when he had barely pushed it in yet. “Quit the teasing.” you whined

He pushes himself in “holy shit you're tight”, he grits out and you immediately clench around him causing a groan to escape his lips.

You felt light-headed by the amount of pleasure you were feeling at the moment.

Matt. Right here, was everything to you right now. It was something that was gonna be inked into your brain forever.

With a roll of his hips and the arching of your back he was buried deep in you, and it had you seeing stars.

Matt loved the position he had you in where he could see every single reaction he pulled out of you. "exactly where i wanted you" he says with each thrust. "and you're taking me so, so well."

The tip of his dick continuously meets the sweet spot inside you, sending you closer to the edge

"oH OH" you quietly moan

"Come on don't hold back, i wanna hear you" he grunts, "is this what you imagined when you were reading those filthy things about your friend?"

you moan in response. he continues his merciless pace, as he brings a thumb to your clit.

"Fuck, fuck matt i'm close." you warn just as you feel the nearing of your second orgasm.

"go ahead baby, cum for me" his thrusts and thumb both gaining speed

as if your body was waiting on his permission, your vision fades to black while you feel your body arch off the bed as you let yourself go

"fuck yeah" he moans, his movements getting sloppy as he paints your insides white

you both lay there after he collapses next to you and pulls you in after you've both caught your breaths

"so am i staying here tonight" he questions breaking the silence

you can feel his chin moving on top of your head as he speaks, "no we can't remember that was established."

"I think it's a little too late to be talking about not crossing lines, considering you just let me fuck you." you could just imagine that smug look of his right now feeling all proud knowing he's got you

"fine just this once" you sigh in defeat

"yup just this once" he mocks as he gets up to your bathroom looking for a towel to clean you both up.

"i'm serious" you demand loud enough for him to hear only smiling to yourself now that you're out of his sight.

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A/N 2: That pic of Matt on the tour bus will always have me in a chokehold.

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t0rturedangel · 3 months

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╭ . . . 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 ੭

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ; ♰ ৎ﹕𝘦𝘹𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘶𝘮

TUMBLR DECIDED TO FUCK ME SO HARD BC IT CRASHED AND I LOST ALL OF MY ORIGNAL WORK. AUGHRRRRRRRR I'M GOING TO SCREAM SO HARD.

but here is scene two as promised my lovlies, I'm sorry that it's short

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With her fall,

the cherubim went mad,

with sorrow and hate

she now sat on jagged rocks

You glared at the sky, or whatever it was above you- the bottom side of heaven? whatever it was, this place was not the earth the angels created nor was it the hell your Lucifer was dammed to but there is one thing for sure- you fucking hated this shithole. There was no life here (no life that was thriving, all the nature that could have been here is now reduced to rotten carcasses of what they used to be), just barren land with not a single soul in sight- besides yours of course though your soul was practically torn to shreds.

For endless days of your damned punishment you'd scream at the top of your lungs, begging heaven for it's forgiveness, to be let back in- making empty promises of never betraying them again. You'd sob into your hands when your voice finally gave up, your tears felt unusually acidic and whenever you did cry a weird feeling over came your senses, almost as if you had to get your hands on whatever moved- just as long as it didn't watch you. Eventually, when your crying sessions would end, you'd make an attempt to fly to heaven though their skies, those clouds you'd always rest on, the clouds you and Lucifer would fly through in utter glee were now so far to reach, no matter how fast and strong you flew. For hours, you'd manage to make your wings fly and then- they'd give up, your feathers simply gave up just as much as you did then once again you'd plunge down into the mossy yet rocky ground.

˓˓ HEAVEN! ʾʾ you screamed out as you fell ˓˓ HEAVEN FORGIVE ME! I BEG YOU! ʾʾ though as always your words were never heard, you were sure they could hear you- at least even some of them, perhaps St. Peter?... yeah you heard of him, you heard of his arrival- from who or where you cannot remember but you knew he was now by the gates of heaven allowing good moral souls to enter- GOD FUCKING DAMN IT YOU ARE MEANT TO BE WITH THEM! those shitbags dont care about anyone but them, they're selfish little fucks who only want to see the good- never the bad! Cant they open their fucking eyes to see that they aren't perfect?!

Sharp rocks dug into your back as you landed on them for the umpteenth time for that day, or week, or month- you didn't know any more, time was a concept you lost the knowledge to a while go, as much as other things. Your old social behavior was sure to have faltered, gone wrong, your mind had probably twisted into something horrific. That Cherub that once thrived is now dead, in her wake a new angel- a weeper angel now takes her place.

Now with heaven's ignorance and silence

the weeper lost hope for salvation,

and then she turned to the ground beneath her feet

Out of sheer anger of the lack of reply from the heavenly skies, you kicked yet another rock out of your way- while flying from where it once stood the rock broke into several pieces. It's been so long. So long of you begging and pleading with heaven for one more chance and they have done nothing but ignore you, you'd tried so many times to reach out to them you flew for hours- screamed for days- wept so loud you were sure all three worlds could hear you crystal clear. ˓˓ GOD DAMNIT ʾʾ kicking more things you looked above you ˓˓ CAELO TE DAMNO! TE ANGELOS PATHETICUS OMNES ʾʾ 〔 DAMN YOU HEAVEN! DAMN ALL YOU PATHETIC ANGELS 〕 if heaven will not answer your calls, then you'll turn to hell. While yes, you saw Heaven as a choice first it was mainly because you could not bare to see Lucifer again, after you failed to keep his place in heaven he would surely hate you, he's want you to suffer but seeing as even heaven will not take you- Hell was your only chance of escapism, but how would you get there? Would you be able to stomp onto the ground with such power that the ground would crack and open up?

Perhaps not, after all what if you end up on the earth's land- with humans, eugh, the thought of them makes your stomach twist, full of virtue or full of vice they were disgusting mortals- your presence would send them into insanity, they'd all go mad and kill one another and plus they were dirty, vile creatures- you felt that if you even saw one, they'd end up dead by your hands. Something was wrong with you, you never thought that way before. It was this isolation that was breaking your mind, you needed to get out and fast.

again, but how? There was no way you were willing to break the ground, and the only other way to even get there was through the extermination- yes this was another thing you were aware of, after all Angels needed to pass through your current home to get to hell, so maybe just maybe while they're flying through the portal you'd be able to sneak in too. There was only one problem, you dont know where the portal appears, it never appears in the same place and whenever it does appear you're too far away.

But, it was your only chance and you had to take it, or else you'd go truly mad, turn into a beast and kill anyone and anything you set your glossed over eyes on. Now the waiting game begins, though it wont take long at all- the last extermination was 350 days ago, you counted. Only 15 days left until you could be free from this torture.

Forget heaven, forget it all- now hell is your new destination.

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𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⠆(want to be reminded when I post a new chapter? Lmk!) ⸺ @reverse-soe @jellibean2018 @aliazy @sugarrush-blush @littledolly2345 @immahuman @marsilis @c0sm1cstqrsx @redqueeen99 @persephosposts

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bellgraves · 3 months

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Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader

SMUT MDNI NSFW!!!!!!

VALENTINES DAY 💕

For all my lovlies out there, enjoy my little story 🤭

(it has erotic scenes, you have been warned!!!!!)

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You wanted to spend Valentines day with your husband Phillip Graves. But he was not in romantic mood. His last mission was failure and he lost a lot of expensive weapon and money.

You found him sitting in your living room with serious face, he was looking at something in his tablet.

"Hey honey. What are you doing?" You tried to start light conversation.

"Looking at battleplans." Graves didn't even rise his gaze on you.

"I was just wondering... Next week is Valentines day...so I thought, maybe you can take one day off and spend it with me?" You cutely smiled at him.

"I can't sweetie. I will be probably busy." He murmured.

"Oh Phil, come on... Just one day... You need some time for yourself too... It doesn't have to be something fancy, just you and me, I could prepare some dinner... "

"Can you just shut the fuck up?!" Graves interrupted you and looked at you angerly.

You looked at him completly shocked.

"Why you speaking to me like this?"

"Because I try to focus on something important and you keep yapping about some shit!!" Graves stood up and started to look for something

"People are dying, I lost hell of money, my reputation is hanging on a thread and you talk about some stupid dinner!" Graves found charger.

You stood up there, trying to hide tears.

Graves connected his tablet to the charger.

"I'm a busy guy, you know who you married. Now stop standing here and staring like a owl. Go do your nails or other stupid shit and leave me alone."

That was enough for you. You slammed the door and went to your bedroom.

You cried almost all night. In the morning you saw Graves was gone. He went on a mission and didn't even tell you goodbye.

The next few days were torture for you. You started to regret that you didn't try to talk to your husband. Calm him down... But he didn't have to be so nasty for you right?

You went to his office room. You touched his clothes that he left on the chair. You missed him so much, even that he was mean to you.

You saw something on his desk. It was his tablet. Curiosity took over you and you turned it on.

You saw that his phone was connected to it. You could read now all group chat between Graves and his close Shadows.

Graves promised them to double the bonus if they successfuly finish the mission. At 14th of February they supposed to comeback home.

Some of the Shadows replied that, they will go to the stripper club and they will book hotel and bring girls for some orgy.

Graves didn't reply anything to that, but you felt incredibly hurt.

Maybe that was the reason he was so nasty to you? He was or wanted to cheat on you, so he started a fight. You felt heartbroken. How could Phillip be like that? You knew that he is workaholic but he loved you. He proved you that many times.

You heard door closing on the first floor. You run downstairs to find Phillip holding big buquet of flowers.

"Honey, I'm home!" Graves gave you the buquet and gift bag probably with jewerly.

He kissed you with passion.

"I didn't expect you to come back so soon.."

"We finished the job. It's big success for the company." Graves tried to kiss you again.

You pulled back to look suspiciously at him.

"Baby...I'm so sorry...I was so bad for you... When I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I'm so lucky to have you in my life.... I would sacrifice everything to keep you safe. Work took the best of me. I promise, I will be better for you. " Graves smiled and hugged you.

But his behaviour didn't calm you down.

"Why you are not celebrating your victory with Shadows? I heard you wanted to fuck some random girls." Your tone was offended.

"I'm not a god damn dog to fuck some random bitches!" Graves looked at you and smirked.

"I'm gonna fuck my wife. That's the difference between other guys and me."

Before you could answer him, Graves manhandled you and took you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

He threw you to the bed, and ripped off your shorts and top.

He positioned himself bewtween your tights.

"Well, well, well.... Look what we have here. My wife soaked wet for her husband huh?" Graves took off your panties.

"Phillip... I just wanted..."

"Quiet love. Let your husband do the work here."

Graves spreaded your folds with his fingers and pinched your clit. He quickly tasted your sweet essence as he licks a firm stripe on your folds. He moans, eyebrows wrinkled and eyes open wide as he entertains himself with your taste. His tongue worked wonders on you, repeatedly sucking, flicking, and drawing various figures on your sensitive nub.

He inserted two fingers into you, streching sweetly your pussy.

"Tell me how much you missed me." Graves groaned into your clit.

"I missed you....very much." You whined almost closed your legs together from sensations, but Graves grabbed your tight firmly with his hand and spreaded them wider.

"You're not angry with me anymore? My sweet, little valentine?" Graves chuckled and licked your clit, his fingers still working, curling inside you, making you flow with juices.

"I'm not angry...." You grabed his hair, and pushed yourself into his tongue more.

"Mmm...that's my girl....so sweet...so perfect." Graves murmurs into your pussy. His cock is twitching inside his pants, he is so eager to dive into you.

Graves hit with his fingers your sweet spot,making you moan his name and come all over his mouth.

Graves gave your pussy a wet slap and undressed himself in hurry.

He towered above you with his muscular body, and you felt how much you really love him. You pulled him closer to kiss his wet lips, tasting your own sweetness.

Graves gave few pumps to his cock, and started to tease your entrance with his tip.

"You want me baby?" Graves looked at you with his blue eyes, massaging with one hand your nipples, with other hand he was playing with his cock, touching your pussy up and down.

"Yes, I want you Phil, so bad." You moan when he curl and twist your nipples bewtween his fingers.

He grabbed one of your tits and sucked it.

"Do you still love me?" Graves continued to tease you, knowing very well the answer.

"Yes...I love you.. Please Phil." You whined.

Graves sucked your other tit, flipping around his tongue.

He finally looked at you with victorious smile.

"I love you too baby. So fucking much. " He entered into your pussy hole with strong thrust, streching you widely. You grabbed his arms and gasped from sensation.

Graves didn't even try to be delicate. He started to rut into you with fast and strong pace. His cock coming in and out of you, making pornographic wet sounds.

He moaned at the feeling, pulling your hips back to meet his pushes.

"Just like that, just like that Phil." You shouted out, your eyes beginning to water.

"Don't stop please." You were at that point so stirred up, you felt like you could cum without warning. Around his length, your walls were already clenching. Suddenly Graves raised your legs, putting them on his shoulders, so his needy cock could dive deeper and hit your spongy spot. You wheezed at the unexpected change.

"Fuck, you're going to cum on my cock sweetie?" Graves was gasping, his hot breath on your neck. You were unable to track down the words, so you just shaked your head.

Graves began fucking into you harder; making you grasp onto him. You were so loud, that you start to be afraid that he is going to cover your mouth.

Which he did. He leaned into you and gave you erotic kiss full of tongue and saliva.

"Cum for me sweetie, fuck you're so beautiful." Graves groaned into your chest, not stopping even for a moment his speed.

Your pussy walls clenched around him, making electricity shoot through your body.

"Fuck, that's it....that's my girl..."

Graves licked your neck, bitting on it gently. He grabbed strongly your hips and with few more thrusts he came in your pussy. You felt his hot load fill you inside, drops falling into your butthole.

Graves fell into you all hard breathing and sweaty. You hugged him tight and kissed his head.

"You're the best wife in the entire world... I would kill anybody for you... God damn, I love you so much." Graves murmured into crook of your neck.

"I love you too Phil. No matter what." You were so happy, lying there with your husband in bliss.

Graves slowly pulled out his cock, put he made sure to collect his white load back into your pussy.

"I want to have kids with you sweetie. It's about damn time." Graves rolled into his back and pulled you, so now you were lying in his chest.

"Are you sure about that?" You slowly caressed his chest.

"Yea. I won't go anywhere, anytime soon. I need a fucking break from these wars. I have my own life too. And beautiful wife that I need to take care off. " He kissed your forehead.

"I'm so happy, Phil..." You felt overjoyed. " I will finally have you all for myself."

Graves chuckled and rised up to take his phone.

"Come here baby." Graves pulled you closer at took selfie with you. He kissed your cheek, but he made sure that your naked chest is hidden with his hands. Anybody could tell that you two just had sex, because of your fucked up expression. Messy hair, red cheeks and dreamy smile.

Graves sent the picture to the group chat.

"Enjoying Valentines with my sexy wife, I win boys".

Just after few seconds the chat was flooded with messages.

"SO HOT DAMN"

"Mrs Graves is so beautiful 😍"

"Commander's wife is sexy as fuuuck"

"Watch your language!!! Or I will kick your asses 😡" Graves texted.

" I will take bullet for woman like this anytime"

"I will take bullet, knife, baseball bat... Anything. Such a beauty"

"Graves is so lucky it's unfair :( "

"Yall disgusting. That's why you won't meet my lady." Graves continued to argue with Shadows over the texts, they were begging him now, to get to meet you.

"I'm going to be busy, making babies with my wife. So don't send me nothing stupid. "

He threw away under pillows his phone.

"The night is not over. Let's celebrate some more valentines sweetie, how about that?" Graves smiled and kissed you.

"I love this idea." You giggled.

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Loving Mr Munson -

Bachelorette Party - Part 2

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"Fuck".

You groaned, throwing your arm over your face to block out the single ray of sunlight that found its way through the small crack in the curtain and directly into your eyes. Had your bladder not been so full from all of the drinking you had done the previous night, you would have just rolled over and continued to sleep, but unfortunately there was no other option but to get up and take care of business.

You slowly sat up, testing the waters on how severe your hangover was going to be this morning. Slight headache, nothing a couple of Advil couldn't handle, but your mouth felt as dry as the Sahara desert. How can you be so thirsty when you drank so much last night? At least you had known when to stop, thankful that the little voice inside your head had sounded the warning bell, letting you know if you have one more drink your going to be puking your guts out all night. You would take a little headache over that any day.

You carefully crawled out of bed, as not to wake Lisa who had been sleeping beside you. Although upon further inspection you found your friend to be dead to the world, mouth open and snoring, blonde hair splayed out and a fake eyelash stuck to her cheek. You smirked. Girl was a hot mess, but you knew that she would wake up, carry on as usual and do it all over again tonight. Bless her heart.

You quietly krept to the bathroom to relieve yourself and change out of your dress from the night before, you wanted comfort. The dress had been pretty and sexy but you were sick of feeling like your ass was hanging out so you opted for an old hoodie that you had stolen from Eddie and some leggings. You snuggled into the shirt, breathing in the faint scent of his soap and aftershave. You sighed. What you wouldn't give to be writhing under him in ecstasy right now, his breath warm on your neck as he whispered the dirtiest things into your ear, fucking you into the bed......

You thirsted for this man, you craved him and you couldn't get enough of him.

You grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it, at least you could quench this thirst, then grabbed the phone off the night stand beside the bed and dragged it across the floor until the cord couldn't stretch any further. You opened the sliding glass door and went out onto the balcony to make a phone call, figuring it would be the quietest option. You slid the door closed as far as you could behind you and took in a deep breath of fresh morning air before dialing the phone.

It rang twice and then you heard the deep, smooth sound of his voice." Hello?"

You smiled to yourself." Good morning baby."

" Well good morning Sweetheart." You could almost hear his smile in his voice." What are you doing up at the ass crack of dawn? You should still be in bed with a hangover right now Dollface."

" I'm trying to pace myself darling, I'm not much of a party animal.You know me, I prefer wine tipsy to black out drunk."

" I fucking love it when you are wine tipsy, Sugar. Your fucking giggle, your goofy smile, fucking adorable."

" Not to mention the fact that I can't keep my hands off you-"

" That's not any different than usual-"

You laughed." Ok, you got me there. Your just so fucking irresistible."

He chuckled." That's me Eddie ' fucking irresistible ' Munson. I guess it's better than being the freak. How are the other girls doing?"

" They are all passed out, snoring- those girls can party . Suzie is heading home today, she is afraid of leaving Dustin alone with the kids. I told her he would be fine , he is one of the most capable people I know but I think she misses her babies."

" So Robin and Vikki and Nance still got it?"

" They are seasoned professionals. Oh! I saw your son out at the club last night."

"On the prowl? He has turned into quite the man whore now..."

" He's sowing his wild oats or however that goes . "

" He's fucking everything that walks."

" I still can't believe he had sex with Chrissy-"

" I can't even think about that. Fucking around with married women, even if her husband is the biggest fucking prick in the world-."

" It was her decision too, I'm just glad she didn't try to sink her claws into you. I would have had to beat a bitch."

Eddie burst out laughing." Jesus! You would never have to worry about that Muffin because I don't want anyone but you."

" That's good because your stuck with me." You twirled the cord around your finger." Whatcha doing today?"

" House shit. Fixing the stairs on the front of the house, mowing the lawn-"

" Goddamn it, I'm going to miss it!"

" Miss what?"

" The manbun, the tool belt hung low on your slutty waist, the sweat glistening off your body-"

" Woah, down girl." He chuckled." Does me being domestic really do it for you?"

" Are you kidding me? You using power tools and putting the pencil behind your ear to mark when your measuring, holy shit!"

" Well you will get your fill next summer when we build the new deck out back."

" I'll be bringing you lemonade and wiping the sweat from your brow and watching the show."

" Is that so?"

" No I will totally help out. You know how good I am with a tool, and even better at screwing."

He laughed again, his laugh was one of your most favorite sounds in the world, well other than the sound he made when he orgasmed." I fucking love you."

" I fucking love you too Edward Munson." You smiled." Do you miss me?"

" Of course I miss you Sweetheart. It's fucking cold and lonely in our bed at night without you in it. I sleep like shit."

" You should sleep great without me hogging all the bed-"

" No, I miss my koala bear wrapping herself around me, keeping me warm."

" Aww, Baby. Your coming to pick me up tomorrow , right?"

" Abso-fucking-lutely. " He paused." I'm going to fuck your brains out when we get home-"

" Uh, yeah, I do believe you promised to 'fucking destroy me.' I'm looking forward to it."

" You have no fucking idea." You could hear the promise in his voice and it gave you chills." So what is on the agenda for today?"

" Recovery for a majority of the girls, spa day and dinner and clubbing tonight."

" Strip club tonight?"

" Yeah, I'm fucking nervous. "

Eddie laughed." What for?"

" You don't think it would be awkward having a stranger waving his junk in your face and crawling all over you?"

" I think it would be very awkward if a stranger was waving his junk in my face-"

" You know what I mean!"

" Listen Kitten if you don't want a lap dance, tell them you don't want a lap dance."

" Have you ever had one?"

"Yeah, it was...nice at the time, but you gotta remember Darling that I was single for a long time and rarely had an opportunity to see titties. It will be fine. Pre game before you go and if your uncomfortable fucking leave "

" Your not mad that they are taking me?"

" I don't love that some fucking young stud with a body like a fucking Greek god is going to be dancing and flopping his dick around my wife, but that being said I love you and I trust you, and I'm not worried. Everyone has got to go to a strip club once in their life. You might as well go with your friends. "

"I guess." You sighed." I miss you."

" I miss you too Love."

" I suppose I should let you go now. I think I am going to run out and get a round of coffees for my girls."

" That's sweet. I hope you have a ton of fun today."

" Thanks Baby. Good luck on the house projects."

" Thanks Princess. Make sure someone gets a picture of you in that fucking hot ass outfit you showed me. Your going to look fucking dynamite."

" I will. I love you Mr. Munson."

" I love you too Mrs. Munson."

" Bye Baby!"

" Bye Sweetcheeks."

You hung up the phone and quietly made your way back into the room. Not a creature was stirring so you grabbed your purse and went on a mission to find java.

When you came back Nancy and Robin were stirring in the adjoining room, while Vikki, Suzie and Lisa still slept.

" Your an Angel, you know that?" Robin smiled wearily as you handed her the cup.

Nancy lightly blew into the opening of the travel mug, then took a sip." This is perfect. Thank you."

"Figured you guys could use it. You guys can party hard." You smiled at them.

" Cause we don't get out much, gotta take advantage of every opportunity." Robin also took a sip and nodded." That's the shit right there. So tonight, it's your turn Sweets, it's our mission. "

You gulped. Yikes.

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The day had been lovely, facials and massages and mimosas then shopping and dinner. Between the full body massage and the champagne you were feeling absolutely incredible, loose and relaxed.

Your friends had all rallied and were ready for another night out on the town, with the exception of Suzie, she went back home to be with her babies and Dustin but had been very grateful for a night away.

Tonight was another night for sequins and glitter, another night to get dolled up, though tonight's outfit wasn't as risque as last nights was and you were glad for that. It was still sexy, but more comfortable. You had chosen a white sequin jumpsuit with spaghetti straps and a deep cowl neck, at least you wouldn't have to worry about flashing your ass at everyone tonight. The suit fit you like a second skin. You wore a sexy pair of stilettos, and your hair and make up were on point.

The whole group looked spectacular and while waiting at the hotel for a cab, you asked the Hostess to take a group photo, so that you could capture this moment forever. These girls were the best and you were lucky to have them.

You felt your stomach doing flip flops as they walked you to a table in the dimly lit Strip club. It was dark the music was blasting and there were young men in G-strings every where. On the stage there was a woman practically getting dry humped in front of the crowd.

You turned to Lisa, grabbing her arm." Please don't make me go up on stage!"

She laughed."I promise. But your totally getting a dance."

Your group sat at a large table and ordered a round of shots. You were glad, you were going to need it.

" Even though guys aren't my thing, I certainly do have an appreciation for the male physique." Robin smirked and Vikki laughed.

" They can be very nice to look at."

You let your eyes wonder around the room. Yes the men were in great shape and yes they were young and attractive, but nothing compared to what you had at home. Eddie, with his tattoos and his abs and his muscular arms, he was trim and toned, but not big and bulky. He was fucking perfect and you would pick him every second of every goddamn day over any of the guys here.

" Oh my God they are so fucking hot!" Lisa clapped excitedly." I want one!"

" They are so goddamn young! I bet you these boys are only a couple years older than my son's!" Nancy exclaimed.

" I bet your boys could make some decent money for college-" Robin smirked.

" Robin!"

" What they run around half naked most of the time anyway-"

" I am surprised my son isn't a stripper-" You started and the girls fucking lost it.

You were all still laughing when the waitress brought over your shots .

" I would love to propose a toast to the beautiful Mrs Munson, may you live a long life filled with love , hot sex and wedded bliss. Cheers!" Lisa held her shot glass in the air and we all clinked our little glasses together then threw back our shots.

You had to admit that these men had talent. The moves, the timing, all impressive during the stage show,and the dancing was incredible.

When Lisa waved down one of the gentlemen for your lap dance you took a deep breath and tried to be cool.

" Hello Beautiful." The man said smoothly.

" Please be gentle, it's her first time." Lisa winked at the man.

He flashed her a sexy smile then turned his attention onto you." Don't be nervous, gorgeous, just sit back and relax. Let me dance for you."

" Uh, sure. Its nice to meet you." You extended your hand to shake his but instead he kissed your knuckles.

" It's nice to meet you too." He winked and started dancing in front of you, gyrating and moving his hips. You felt a blush creep up your neck to your face. You focused on his eyes.

Lisa laughed at you then whispered," Your allowed to look at him you know, that is the whole point."

" But we've just met. It feels rude!"

" I assure you Miss it's not rude at all." The stripper danced closer to you, " I like all the attention. Pretty girls like you staring at me all night-" he leaned in close to your ear." That's why I do it."

" Your very good at your job. I'm sorry I'm so awkward-"

" You're doing just fine."

Lisa handed you a wad of dollar bills." Pay the man."

You stuck out the stack and he smirked and nodded down to his G-string. " Just slip them right in Sweets."

You watched as the other women tucked them beneath the waist of his fancy underwear and you followed suit. He danced on you for another minute than took your hands, kissing the tops of them and backed away.

" Thank you."

"It was my pleasure Miss." He pointed to the veil and sash that your friends insisted that you wore again." Congratulations."

You smiled." Thanks. Have a great night!"

He winked then strutted over to the next table.

" There, was that so bad?" Lisa asked.

" No, it was fine, weird but fine."

" Are you ready to leave now?"

"Yup!"

The girls laughed and finished their drinks and we peaced out of the strip club and moved on to the dance club where we proceeded to party the night away.

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" Jesus Christ, I look like fucking shit."

Lisa laughed as she came up behind you and rested her chin on your shoulder. " We told you we were going to get you drunk. Mission accomplished."

Mission accomplished all right. The dance club was absolute mayhem last night, there was not a moment where you did not have some sort of drink in your hand, and with the liquid courage on board you busted out the dance moves you didn't even know that you had, you even swung around a pole like a stripper causing your friends to cheer along with people you had never met, thank God , and hopefully would never see again.

The rest of the night after that was a blur.You remembered stumbling through the hotel and into your room, eating a ton of snacks then passing out on the bed. Surprisingly enough you didn't throw up, you credit that to the snacks you consumed soaking up all the alcohol you drank, but you did wake up with one hell of a hangover. You popped some meds, chugged some water and prayed that you felt better by the time your husband arrived to pick you up. You loved your girls but you were ready to wrap your arms around Eddie.

" How's our girl feeling this morning?" Robin asked entering from the adjoining room, Nancy and Vikki close behind.

" Shitty, but it was worth it. Thank you ladies for a wonderful night. It was fun, well what I can remember of it." You smirked.

" The way you worked that pole-"

You groaned." I'm so embarrassed!"

" You shouldn't be, you killed it!"

" Oh , I'm sure! " You laughed.

" Eddie would have loved it!" Nancy smiled

" Are you kidding? He would have lost his shit!" Robin smirked.

" I doubt it."

Lisa smiled." I have never seen a man look at a woman the way that Eddie looks at you."

" All heart eyes and dimples. It's fucking adorable."

" It's so nice to see him finally happy, like really truly happy."

You sighed. " I love him so much. I'm fucking obsessed."

Your best friend smirked." Like we couldn't tell. You guys can't keep your hands off each other. Don't think we don't notice when you guys sneak off to have sex."

You felt a blush wash over your face." I have never had a lover like Eddie, he's.... incredible." You bit your lip than looked over at Robin and Nancy." Sorry if that is weird to hear, I mean you guys practically grew up together-"

Robin shrugged." Not a total shocker, the boy has to be the best at everything he does-"

" Like when Master of Puppets came out and he practiced every possible minute until he had mastered it, you know how hard that song is to play-" Nancy added.

" And he has insane attention to detail, I'm sure that translates over to the bedroom."

" Trust me it does " You smiled. "He knows exactly what I want. I swear it is his sixth sense."

" I want a Mr. Munson too!" Lisa pouted. " All these guys I go out with are chumps compared to Eddie. He is a gentleman that knows how to treat a lady and the man, he's sexy a hell."

" He is now, if you had only seen him in highschool, jumping up on tables and lecturing the masses on forced conformity, dude was a nerd and a menace." Robin laughed." Everyday we would sit back and wonder what shit he was going to pull."

" I wish I could have known him then." You sighed again." I can't wait to see him!"

" I remember when I couldn't wait to see Steve, when we used to sneak off and have adventurous sex, having four kids really put a damper on that though." Nancy laughed." I wouldn't change a thing though, but thank God we smartened up and decided against having six kids."

You smiled." You seem to have everything so well balanced."

" That is because Steve is an amazing partner, he promised he would be there every step of the way, and he has been."

" Does he still give you butterflies?"

She smiled." Every damn day."

Robin smirked at Vikki." Do I still give you butterflies, my love?"

" Maybe every other damn day." Vikki smiled. "Your a lot to handle."

Robin laughed." That's my girl."

" I want love like that!" Lisa exclaimed.

You looked at the clock on the nightstand. " Oh my God! My man will be here in less than an hour! I look like a hag, I need to pull myself together!"

" He loves you no matter how you look."

" I know that! It's just, he is going to stroll in looking incredible and I am going to look like a fucking troll! "

You jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to wash last nights makeup from your face, throw your hair up into a bun and to put a light application of makeup on. Your eyes were still puffy but maybe by the time he got here they would be better. You knew that you were doing this purely out of your own vanity, the girls were right Eddie would love you no matter what.

" Does this look better?"

Robin rolled her eyes. " You looked fine to begin with, your 'bad face day' is better than my 'good face day'. You're still in your twenties! You look fantastic all the fucking time! You could run a marathon and still look fabulous!"

" I just want to look nice." You smiled and took the tiny shimmery dress out of your bag from a couple nights before.

" You're wearing THAT home?"

" Yes, Eddie went absolutely Gaga over it. He asked me to wear it for him," You bit your lip, "He thought it was sexy and he wants to fuck me in it. He has been so lonely this weekend, who am I to deny him...." You smirked.

"Oooooohhhh!" All the girls said together in chorus, smiling.

" We know what your doing when you get home!" Lisa fanned her face." You're going to get it....."

" I'm soooo going to get it."

They all cheered again and you shook your head smiling.

" Now if you'll excuse me, I must change."

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Your friends waited patiently with you in the lobby for Eddie to arrive, and the man, as always was very punctual.

" Watch the look on his face when he sees her-" You heard Robin whisper to Vikki.

Then you heard Nancy," Butterflies for sure."

" Goddamn, your husband looks like a rockstar.." Lisa was the last to comment.

She wasn't wrong. Holy shit were you a lucky woman.

Eddie strolled through the door, brown curls wild from the breeze, aviator sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, he wore an Alice in chains sleeveless T-shirt that hugged his trim frame, his muscular, tatted arms on full display, tight black jeans and boots, he was a fucking vision. But the best part, hands down was his smile, so bright , and those fucking dimples-

" There's my girl, I missed you so much." Instantly his arms were around you, pulling you close, as he nuzzled into your neck." You're wearing it." He whispered.

" I told you I would." You whispered back .

He pulled away smiling and lightly kissed your lips. " I trust you ladies had a wonderful weekend?"

" It was magical. Especially the part where your wife swung around a stripper pole-"

"Robin!"

"What? You were amazing for a novice."

Eddie's eyebrows raised and he smirked." You did what?"

" These guys had me so drunk! I'm not proud -"

" Fuck, and I missed it?! Damn, I bet you looked real sexy Kitten."

" Again, I was drunk and not super graceful."

" Really let your hair down, didn't ya babycakes?

I'm real proud of you."

" And my pounding head is the proof of it."

He smiled widely." I've got the perfect cure for that." He winked at you and your stomach did flip flops." Let's get you home Princess, so you can rest."

" Yeah, you better get home so you can 'rest'." Robin smirked.

Eddie smirked back " Gotta take care of my Princess."

" Your going to take care of her all right." Lisa winked.

" Y'all are perverts." He chuckled, than picked up your bag and threw it over his shoulder." Ready Darlin?"

You nodded then quickly gave your girlies hugs. " I can't thank you guys enough, this weekend was absolutely amazing. You girls are the best!"

You said your goodbyes and slid an arm around your husbands waist. He slid his sunglasses carefully onto your face, knowing that they would help against the bright sun outside then kissed the tip of your nose. He turned and waved goodbye to the girls.

" See you soon Ladies, take it easy!"

" Bye Eddie!" They all said in unison then laughed.

He pulled you close and the two of you walked out to your old, but reliable small car. He opened your car door and pulled a flannel out and slipped it over your shoulders before you got inside.

"Thank you baby."

" Your welcome Sweetheart." He made sure you were carefully tucked in before closing the door than he climbed into the driver's seat. " So I wasn't sure what stage of hangover I would find you in sooo, I brought Tylenol, a Gatorade, a coffee and a breakfast sandwich for you. " He lifted a brown paper bag and pointed to the coffee and the Gatorade in the cup holder." I wanted to cover all the bases for a quick recovery." He grinned widely.

You leaned forward in your seat and took his face in your hands." Just when I thought I couldn't possibly love you anymore..." You kissed him." This is so sweet Baby."

" Like I said, gotta take care of my girl."

You smiled and squeezed his thigh. " Thank you."

" That's what husbands are for. Now why don't you fill me on this weekend while you eat your breakfast?"

You took a big sip of coffee and it was hot and absolutely perfect. You opened up the bag and took out two breakfast sandwiches, unwrapped one for Eddie then dug into the other while you recounted the events of the weekend.

The food and coffee in conjunction with the Advil you had taken earlier had helped immensely, and you could feel your headache starting to disappear.

" Feeling better Princess? " Eddie asked, rubbing your leg.

" So much better, baby."

" I'm glad Darlin."

" I know what will make me feel even better though."

Eddie looked over at you, eyebrow raised, smirk on his face." And what would that be Angel?"

" What does your sixth sense tell you Edward?"

" I can say without hesitation that you need a good fucking. "

" You think that's what I need?" You smiled.

"I don't think, I fucking know Sugar." You felt his fingers walk up your inner thigh, dip under the hem of your dress, then slip between your legs- you bit your lip. "Fuck Kitten, your not wearing any panties?" He took his eyes off the road for another brief second, a sexy smirk on his face. "That's my dirty fucking girl, you must want it real fucking bad."

" You know I do baby, so fucking bad."

He turned his attention back to the road, but his fingers remained and slid between your slick folds, where he found your sensitive bud and started circling it with his finger. "How's that my love? Better?"

You moaned." Eddie-" you took the flannel off your shoulders and covered your lap out of modesty.

" Don't worry Babygirl, we are almost home then I will give you exactly what you fucking need ."

You rested your head back on the seat and bit your lip as you watched him drive carefully ,as if nothing was going on, like he wasn't fucking you with his fingers. You knew he was good at multitasking but...." Eddie!"

You watched a smile spread across his face. "Aww, what's the matter Sweetheart? Getting close?"

" Mmmmhhhhmmm-"

" So close to the edge that you can't find your words? Well go ahead Angel, go ahead and cum. Make a mess on my fingers, make a mess of that dress-"

Your head was fuzzy. Your core was aching, you were so close."Baby I-" You groaned.

" Just fucking let go. God, your making me so fucking hard right now-" he applied a little more pressure to your clit sending you right over the edge. You gasped, the coil inside you snapping. You squirmed in your seat one hand clenched onto his thigh, the other holding onto the door. Thank fucking God the majority of the ride had been on roads with little traffic, not that you really cared, not when he made you feel so good.

" There, my sweet,needy girl. Is that better?Your so fucking sexy. God I can't wait to fuck you." He smiled and wiped his slick covered fingers on his jeans as you recovered.

" I can't believe you did that." You shook your head, smirking.

" What? " He asked innocently." Got you off while driving? Excellent hand eye coordination remember?" He winked. " I seem to remember someone giving me a blowjob while I was driving down the road once-"

" But that was a dirt road."

" This just made it a little more exciting." He turned onto your street and you felt your heart racing again.

" Baby, do you want me to suck your cock-"

" That's sweet Dollface, but right now, what I really need is that pretty little pussy. I've really fucking missed her."

Eddie pulled into the driveway and in just moments the two of you were running into the house, desperate to get your hands on each other.

Before the door was even closed Eddie had you pinned against the wall, mouth crushing yours as your nimble fingers undid his belt, then his pants. You could feel how hard he was, his dick pressing against your leg.

" Need you, right fucking now-" Eddie mumbled against your lips, picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom . He set you down on the bed and you wasted no time tugging down his pants, his erection springing free.

You couldn't help yourself, you leaned forward and took him into your mouth, he groaned and fisted your hair in his hand, as you bobbed your head back and forth, taking him all in.

" F-fuck Princess," he stuttered as you licked his length, swirling your tongue around the tip, lapping up the bead of pre- cum and then closing your lips around him again."Jesus Christ, that feels so fucking good, but Darlin-"

You pulled off with a pop." I know Baby , I just wanted a taste-" You watched him kick off his pants, strip off his shirt. His chest was heaving and he had a feral look in his eye.

He ran his hands up your thighs, hiking up your dress then pulled you to the edge of the bed and buried himself inside you in one swift movement. You gasped, reeling in the feeling of him inside you, the stretching, the fullness.

Eddie moaned as he withdrew then pounded back into you again, then again, his big hands grabbing hold of your hips." My girl, taking my cock so well-"

" Give it to me, Eddie."

And he did. He drilled into you hard and fast, the sensation was enough to make your head spin, your fists clenching the sheets as he fucked you hard into the bed.You knew it wouldn't take long at this pace for you to reach your release.

" Oh God,oh God, oh god-" You chanted as you got closer and closer to climax, as he hit the sensitive spot inside you relentlessly over and over again.

" So fucking good , Babygirl. Fuck- " Eddie rambled, his hips snapping into you. " You feel so fucking good."

You could feel yourself spiraling out of control, feeling the shockwaves of ecstasy washing over you as you shouted his name, your walls clenching around him like a vice.

" Fuckfuckfuck-" The obscenities spilled from his beautiful lips as he chased his own release, his thrusts slowing ,sloppy until he collapsed on top of you completely spent.

You wrapped your arms around him pulling his sweaty body close, brushing his hair back from his sticky neck and feathering him with light kisses on his neck and shoulder.

" I love you." He whispered,picking his head up and bringing his lips to yours. The kiss was so soft, so slow, his hands coming up to lightly cup your face, the gesture so sweet and gentle." Are you alright Sweet girl?"

You smiled up at him." I am absolutely wonderful Mr. Munson."

His eyes searched yours." Are you sure? I was a little rough, I'm sorry-"

" Baby don't apologize, it was fucking incredible." You smiled dreamily." It was exactly what I needed. Baby, I have been dreaming of this ever since you told me you were going to fucking destroy me in this dress. I love it when we make love and it's sweet and soft, but sometimes a girl's just gotta get fucking railed."

He smiled down at you." I'm always happy to oblige." He kissed the tip of your nose than carefully rolled off you. " I'm so happy your home Sweetheart."

You rolled onto your side and slowly traced the spider tattoo on his chest with your finger, then lightly ran your hand down further to his abs where your fingertips lightly danced. You watched as his core muscles quivered under your touch. "Eddie Munson you are the sexiest man I have ever seen."

" What about the strippers at the club?" He smirked.

" While their dancing skills were quite impressive, none of them could hold a candle to you Baby."

" Speaking of dancing skills, when are you going to pole dance for me?" He smiled.

" I wish Robin and never mentioned it, I am trying to block it out!"

" I want you to dance for me sometime-"

" I dance all the time-"

" No like, dance for me." He licked his lips.

" There will need to be a lot of tequila involved-"

Eddie laughed." I just happen to have a brand new bottle. But in the meantime," He reached over and slid the strap of your shimmery dress down your arm, then leaned forward and kissed and nipped at your shoulder, giving you goosebumps." Why don't I strip you out of this dress and draw you a nice relaxing bath?"

" Sounds wonderful, will you join me?"

" Of course! Someone has to scrub your back and wash your hair."

" You spoil me Mr.Munson."

" I'm supposed to Mrs. Munson, I made a vow and I take it very," he kissed your forehead, "Very," he kissed your lips," Seriously."

" To have and to hold Baby."

" To have and to hold Sweetheart."

As always thank you for reading ❤️ Comments and re-blogs are always welcome and appreciated ❤️

#eddie munson #littleblogsmatter #eddie munson smut #dilf!eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #loving mr munson #older eddie munson #leeleiwrites

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thatbigbisexual29 · 10 months

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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served.... Spider (ATSV)

GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY IT IS FINISHED!!! MY MAGNUM OPUS!!!! So... hi everyone! I'm so sorry this fic took so long! I got caught up with life stuff and my writer's inspo kept leaving me when I needed it most ;-; But it's now done! So now I post it! Also its super fricken long sorry about that lols. ANyways, enjoy and eat up my lovlies! ^<^

There he was. Perfect timing. Perfect position. Perfect opportunity. Three spidermen stood and watched their older counterpart closely with crossed arms.

“He’s asleep.”

“He’s wide open.”

“He’ll kill us if we go through with this.”

The three teens, Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen, all took pause and thought for a moment. The one they were looking at was none other than Hobie Brown, asleep and outstretched on Miles’ parents sofa. It was an amusing sight. The teen was waaaaay too big for the couch. Hobie laid on his stomach with his arms outstretched over one arm of the couch, and his legs dangling over the other arm. And he had a small flock of spider-teens observing him with crossed arms.

The three had recently come across the fact that they had all been targeted and sentenced to tickling by the punk. They came to this realization as they were watching a movie and a tickle scene came on. They all shuddered at their recent memories from their own experiences (as well as the scene being especially rude) and they started talking. That leads us to now.

“Do we really need to get him back? I mean, I liked it when he tickled me, it was fun!” Pavitr admitted, earning a look from the other two spiders.

“That’s only because he didn’t punish you. We,” Gwen gestured to herself and Miles, “got punished. We want to get him back.”

“Yeah, just because you had a good time doesn’t mean we did. Revenge is in order,” Miles agreed. Pav smiled a bit and shook his head.

“You Americans and your ticklish bloodlust. You shouldn’t have pranked him in the first place!” he giggled as he earned more scowls from his friends. Then he stretched his arms and cracked his fingers. “But if you two are too scared to start, I know where he’s ticklish!”

Pavitr walked up confidently, constantly surprising Miles and Gwen with his boldness. Moving Hobie’s hair from his neckline, he found his nape and started gently scribbling. The reaction was immediate. Hobie hummed a laugh, then started mumbling out chuckles, shifting on the couch as Pav continued. His arms sleepily reached behind him and his hands waved around as if he was trying to catch Pav’s, but he had no such luck.

“Mmmhmhmhmhmhm… Kahaharl quihihihit…” the punk muttered through his soft giggles. Miles and Gwen looked on in awe but soon dawned evil smiles on their faces. Pavitr was about to speak until they all held their breaths. Hobie groaned in his sleep and turned over entirely, now lying on his back. He scratched at his stomach and smacked his lips, returning to his peaceful slumber. The three teens gave each other looks of confirmation.

“I’m getting his stomach.” Miles called.

“His legs are all mine.” Gwen purred.

“Well, someone has to hold his arms...” Pavitr sighed.

They all jumped onto the taller Spider-Man. Miles sat on his thighs, Gwen sat on his knees facing him, and Pavitr quickly thwipped Hobie’s wrists together and held down the web with his foot, keeping his hands free. Hobie instantly woke up with a snort, looking around all dazed and confused.

“H-Huh? Whas happnin’? ‘S goin’ on?” he asked. He pulled at his wrists and started to panic as he realized the situation he was in. He pulled more as he saw Miles sitting above him with crossed arms and a smirk.

“Mornin’ Hobs. Had a nice nap?” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man asked. Hobie looked straight up and saw Pav who waved. He looked around Miles to see Gwen who nodded her head towards him. Hobie simply sighed and deflated where he laid, ragdolling his head on the arm of the couch.

“Whas dis den? You lot tryna get me back, is that it?” he said.

“Yep,” Gwen said.

“Nailed it right on the head,” Miles agreed.

“I mean, not really but this seems like fun,” Pavitr chided. Hobie took one more assessment of his situation before shrugging.

“Fine,” he sighed. “If it keeps you busy.”

The three spider kids were slightly taken aback by his willingness, but they shook it off nonetheless.

“Pav, you wanna start first?” Miles asked. Pavitr tapped his chin as if he was thinking about it.

“Hmm… let me think…” As he started to ponder, he took his free hand and softly scribbled his fingers up and down Hobie’s bicep, getting so close to his armpit but stopping just a hair short to continue upwards.

Hobie jumped at the contact and bit his lip, fighting back snickers while saying, “Oho fuck ohoff Pav.”

“I mean, I really should go first, shouldn’t I?” India’s Spider-Man spoke as he touched his other hand down on Hobie’s bicep, now scribbling up and down both his arms while speaking. “I am the one he got first. Even though I liked it, you can’t just tickle someone and not expect to be tickled back, right? Oh but if I do, he might get me back worse! What to do, what to do! Maybe I should just stay here, teasing him, almost going to his armpits but not quite yet~”

Meanwhile, Hobie was currently suffering under the torturous teasing he was being subjected to. Miles smiled and watched as his usually concealed friend lose his mind at a few simple scratches.

“Come on, Hobs!” Pav continued, now scratching right above his armpits. “I know how ticklish you are! Why hide it? I can feel you’re gonna break~ Aaaaaaaaaany second now~ Maybe I should go lower? Maybe I should tickle your armpits? Would that make you laugh? Hm?~”

“Ffffffffffuhuhucker- Pahav- Imma k-kihihill you!” Hobie growled through his giggles. He used all the movement he could to cover his eyes with his elbows. His smile was bigger than ever and he was constantly moving and shaking his torso.

“Looks like Hobie’s quite the dancer! Wiggle wiggle Hobs~” Miles cooed. Gwen just sat back and pulled out her phone, recording this moment. I’m so sending this to Peter, she thought with an evil smirk.

“What do you guys think? Should I go for the kill?” Pav asked as he hovered his hands over his friend’s armpits. Hobie’s eyes widened and he gasped, holding his breath. He let out hesitational giggles as Pav’s fingers wriggled above their target area. Even Miles felt shivers up his spine.

“Oh hell yes you should! Why don’t I help out?~” Miles brought his own wiggly fingers to hover above Hobie’s ribs. The taller teen grunted and covered his eyes again.

“Y-You fuckheads! Teasin’s not fair! Bofa yous as dead as doornails, ‘ear me??” The Spider-Punk said in a panicked voice. Miles and Pav looked at each other and nodded. At the same time they mouthed ‘1…2…3!’

Then, they attacked! Both Miles and Pav touched down onto Hobie’s torso and began their assault. Pavitr wickedly scratched and clawed Hobie’s armpits while Miles dug his fingers between the spaces of his ribs. Hobie, meanwhile, barked out a laugh and jerked hard. He nearly sent Gwen flying! She was lucky that he was barely using his spider strength, so instead she got shoved into Miles’ back.

“Oof! Hehey, watch it Hobs! You tryna kill me here?” the Spider-Woman retorted. Hobie was too busy laughing his ass off to make up a witty response.

“BAHhahahahahahahahaha! F-Fuck sake- gyahahahahaha! Gehehehehet outta thehehehehehere! Shhhhihihihihihits! You shihihihitbags! Fffr- grrr- pfffhahahahahahaha!” Hobie was a completely new person. The only people who’ve seen this ticklish side of him were Karl and Pav, but he’s never been tickled by them at the same time. But did having Miles and Pav tickle him simultaneously make it any less fun? No. No it did not. This was the most fun he’s had in his life!

“I told you guys he’s ticklish! Oh, oh! What’s that thing you sing to Karl when you tickle him? It goes like “I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle you until you dieeeeeeee~” right? Am I right?” Pav asked, constantly stirring the pot and switching up his technique. He went from digging and vibrating to scratching and scribbling, then to poking and prodding. Miles laughed a bit.

“You seriously sing that?” he asked.

“Yes, he does. I have videos for proof,” Gwen said from her spot behind Miles (she fixed her position to where she was sitting on Hobie’s shins).

“Ooh, you should show him the video you took of Karl and Hobie on Karl’s birthday! Now that was brutal!” Pav said, harboring another bark of laughter from the punk below him as he jammed his fingers into the center of his hollows.

“J-Jehehehehehehehesus Christ! Stahahahahahahahap tahahahahalkin’!” Hobie ordered, but his words failed to carry any authority. Miles just smirked and vibrated his fingers faster and he felt deeply satisfied when the punk jerked forward.

“Guys, I don’t think I can believe what I’m hearing. Is he actually trying to order us around right now?” Miles raised an eyebrow and looked to Gwen and Pav.

“Completely unbelievable,” Pav agreed.

“Especially coming from the guy who ‘doesn’t follow orders.’ What do you have to say for yourself, Hobs?” Gwen asked. Hobie could only flop back and forth while spewing giggles and laughs from his mouth, shaking his head so much so one would think you asked him if he liked the government. The three teens just laughed with him. Then, Hobie said something unexpected.

“Breheheheheheak!” he laughed out. “Breheheheheheak break break! I cahahahahahahan’t!”

Without a second thought, Miles and Pavitr raised their hands and halted their tickling. Hobie’s body instantly relaxed, giggling and sighing as he caught his breath. Gwen was up in a flash and making a beeline for the kitchen. Pavitr rubbed Hobie’s pits to rub the ghost tickles away, being careful he wasn’t tickling the older spider. Miles patted Hobie’s side in an attempt to calm him.

“You alright, Hobie? Is it too much? Should we stop??” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man questioned, looking from Hobie to Pavitr for confirmation. Pav just smiled back at him.

“No need to panic, Spidey,” he explained, “It’s normal for someone to get worked up in a situation like this. He just needs some water and a breather, then we’re free to get back to it! Right Hobs?”

Hobie responded with a nod, now just panting. Gwen returned with a cup of water and offered it to Hobie’s lips. The punk shimmied up so he could drink more comfortably. And drink he did. He barely left a drop in the cup before laying back down. Then, he chuckled.

“You two are right fuckin’ evil, man. Downright awful, it was. Shihihit,” he chuckled.

“Well just you wait! Cause Miles is really about to knock your socks off~” Gwen cooed, pinching Hobie’s cheek like a grandma would. Hobie, feeling playful, bit at her fingers. Gwen squeaked out in surprise and shot her hand back to her side.

“Hey!” she fussed. Hobie just grinned with mischief. Gwen just rolled her eyes with a smile, shook her head, and traveled back to the kitchen with cup in hand.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Hobie!” Miles said.

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gon’ do bout it, Miles? Hm? Gon’ punish me? Treat me like a bad boy, huh? I reckon you won’t, ya too much of a coward~” Hobie taunted, shimmying his chest at Miles. Brooklyn’s Spider-Man was immediately taken back, sending a confused look at Pavitr. Pav simply laughed.

“This trick again, Hobie?” Pav asked as he looked down at his friend, giggling when Hobie waggled his eyebrows at him. “This is a method he tries to mess with anyone who’s tickling him. But it never works. Just go ahead, he loves this stuff!”

Miles simply looked at Hobie and smiled. Hobie sighed and shrugged.

“Wurf a shot, roight?” he said. Miles grabbed the hem of Hobie’s shirt and pulled up, finding a pleasant surprise.

“No way!” he exclaimed.

“What is it?” Pavitr poked his head up.

“Did you find an embarrassing birthmark? A third nipple??” Gwen said, running back from the kitchen, all too excited to find something humiliating to tease Hobie for.

“No, look!” Miles pointed his finger to his stomach where it harbored a black and silver belly button piercing with an upside down cross. The three gawked as they looked at it, giving the punk a longer break.

“Holy crap you have a belly piercing??” Pavitr asked, bewildered.

“You should see what else I have pierced~” Hobie said with a wink to his friends.

There were three seconds of silence before Pavitr barked out, “YOU PIERCED YOUR PENIS?!?”

Everyone burst out into hysterical laughter at Pav’s declaration. Miles deflated onto Hobie’s chest, Gwen slumped against the back of the couch, and Hobie just cackled as if they started tickling him again.

“No Pahav, mah nips! I pierced mah nipples, ya goon! I’m fuckin’ out mah mind, not crazy! Pahahaha!” Hobie said, giggling out of his mind.

“Oh my god, I wish I had that recorded!” Gwen cried out through her laughter. Miles just held his head on Hobie’s chest and snickered hysterically. Pavitr blushed from embarrassment but started laughing too. And Hobie was a mess. He was giggling so much that he started to let out tiny snorts. Miles shot up when he heard them.

“You snort when you laugh!” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man accused, pointing a finger right in the punk’s face. “Why did you rip on me when you snort too? You’re such a hypocrite!”

Hobie just giggled and said, “Cause it’s cuter when you do it! ‘S adorable, mate, ‘ow can I not tease ya?”

“Oh, you’re getting it now!” Miles declared, raising his two hands and forming them into claws. “Any last words?~”

“Sleep with one eye open- yeEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Hobie taunted then screamed as Miles dug into his stomach. He used the same method he used on his ribs, only this time, he used tiny sparks of his venom to add more to its kick. Hobie jerked up hard, nearly sending Miles flying, but the teen just laughed and held on tighter.

“Haha! Oh man, regret teasing me yet? Or do you need more persuasion?” Miles asked as he kneaded and zapped Hobie’s toned stomach. Hobie just barked out loud laughter as he swung around, thrashing like a rodeo bull. Pav looked shocked but was laughing with them as Gwen started recording again.

“FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK MIHIHIHIHIHIHILES!! CH-CHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! YOU CHEHEHEHEHEHEAT!! NOHOHOHOHO VEHEHEHEHEHENOM!! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILES!!!” Hobie threw his head back and cackled like a madman.

“Holy crap! You’re ruthless Miles! That’s his worst spot!” Pavitr said. It was unaware if he was warning Miles or encouraging him.

Either way, Hobie genuinely looked like he was having fun. His smile was wide and unapologetic, his eyes closed as his nose scrunched tight. It was a beautiful sight and such a 180 from his normal personality. Miles was going to ask for every single video and picture Gwen was taking at that very moment. And every other video or picture where Hobie’s getting tickled.

“You think this is ruthless?” Miles asked, removing his hands to give Hobie a very short lived break. “Let me show you what my Uncle Aaron taught my dad when I was a kid.”

“You… you still are a kid… bitch…” Hobie panted out. Now his fate was sealed. Miles furrowed his brows and smiled. Without any warning, Miles rapidly squeezed his hands against Hobie’s sides and inhaled deeply before blowing a massive raspberry on the punk’s stomach. Hobie fucking lost it. He arched up high and his laughter went silent. Then, it roared out of him as if he was the offspring of a lion and hyena.

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAILES!!!! SHIHIHIHIHIHIHI- FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOT AGAIN! NOT AGAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIN!!! YOUHUHU FUCKIN PEHEHEHEHEHEST!! AHAHAHAHAHA SHIT!! OK!! OKOKOK AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I TAHAHAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!!” Miles sat back and laughed a bit, enjoying how easily he picked apart his friend.

“Come on, punk rocker! Can’t handle a few wittle tickews? You’re lucky I’m not shocking you! Or going after your piercing~ Man, how hellish would that be?” Brooklyn’s Spider-Man taunted. Hobie was ballistic. Pav noticed this and was about to warn Miles to stop when his spider sense went off. He looked up to the front door and saw the doorknob turning and heard the sound of jingling keys.

“Miles, stop! Your parents are home!” Pavitr said, quickly fishing Hobie’s pocket knife from the punk’s discarded jacket. Miles looked up and towards the hall. He sprang off Hobie as Gwen casually went to get another cup of water. Pavitr cut the webs and Miles helped calm Hobie down just as Rio Morales walked in.

“Miles? Everything alright? It sounded like someone was dying in here,” she said, hanging up her purse and walking into the living room. What she found was quite the wholesome sight. The tv was on as Miles and Pav sat with Hobie on the couch, laughing at some sitcom that was playing. Gwen came from the kitchen and smiled to Rio.

“Sorry, Rio- I mean, Mrs. Morales. The show we were watching is just super funny! I was about to make us some popcorn, want a bag?” the blonde spider-woman somewhat lied, distracting the woman. Meanwhile, Hobie was leaning back on the couch and hugging his torso, still recovering from the harsh tickles he received. Miles immediately felt guilty.

“Hey man, you alright? I went too far, didn’t I?” he asked, looking at Hobie with a worried glance. Hobie just chuckled, and as if he had regained all of his strength just then, he swooped an arm around Miles’ neck and dug his knuckles into his head, giving him a noogie.

“Ah, you little bugga! Who knew you were such a meanie? Yeah, I’s jus ‘bout to tap out. But you good mahn! Was super fun. You’ll still have to watch your back~” Hobie cooed that last part into his ear as he squeezed his ribs, making Miles bark out a laugh.

The teens went on with their night, Gwen declaring that one day she’d get her own personal revenge on Hobie (even though they argued that the pictures and photos she took were her revenge). They found a movie and nuzzled into a large cuddle pile, falling asleep in the blankets and pillows, all of them leaning on Hobie.

And the last thing Hobie thought before he faded into sleep was, God my friends are the best.

#why did this fic take so LONG?!?!#but its done so now I can get back to work!#across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman #miles morales #gwen stacy #tickle fic #atsv tickle #spiderverse tickle #tickle

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blueeyedgrlwrites · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Hey, look, new banner brought to you by ADHD and needing something shiny and new. *finger guns*

Today we venture back into the world of lay me down, give me something to feel since this one is the current hyperfixation (and StimuWrite is helping me get out all the words). I hope you enjoy.

“So what time does your pumpkin carriage arrive to whisk you away to your Prince Charming, Cinderella?” Alex checks his watch as he clasps it around his wrist. “Precisely at five, which means I need to head out. Tell June I’ll call her later?” “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Alejandro.” Nora grins at him from the other side of the world through his screen. Alex rolls his eyes fondly and shakes his head. “Goodbye.” He ends the call and tucks the phone into the inside pocket of his jacket and plucks his keys, wallet and small bouquet of daffodils off the counter before he’s out the door. When he steps outside his building, his jaw drops slightly at the sleek, black, shiny Rolls Royce parked at the curb, a man in a black suit, white shirt, and black tie standing beside it. The man moves to open the door as Alex takes a step forward, greets him with a “good evening, sir,” as Alex climbs into the backseat, and closes the door as he gets settled in. He's had well-off clients in the past, but this is a whole new level of well-off and Alex is now even more intrigued by the mysterious H. Fox.

Tags and a lil visual surprise beneath the cut.

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#wip wednesday #wip: lay me down give me something to feel #wip: lmdgmstf #firstprince #first prince #rwrb #red white & royal blue #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox mountchristen-windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #otp: on our own terms

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underthetree845 · 4 months

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Underneath the tree (You're all that I need)

Armin/gn! Reader (drabble/oneshot)

Cws: gn! reader, established relationship, christmas tradition, decorating the tree, childhood memories, implied modern au, tender moments, fluff

About 1.1k words

Summary: Just a sweet drabble of Armin and Reader decorating the tree for Christmas together <3 Armin being a really sweet boyfriend.

A/n: I hope all you lovlies can have a good holiday/winter season! And here is @/estrelinha-s requested credit for the second set of Christmas dividers ^^

The faint crackling of a woodwick candle on the coffee table. Wax a deep maroon, scented cinnamon, the faint glow of the flame matching those of lights wrapped around the tree. Each little bulb twinkling as if to the rhythm of a heart, not so different from the stars outside that hang lithely above a blanket of fresh snow. Tilting your head, you slipped the ribbon of another ornament onto another branch, jumping slightly when a pair of warm arms encircled you from behind. You immediately relaxed, that familiar warmth creeping into your chest, similar to the one enveloping the room with a gentle glow.

“I made us some tea, Angel,” the blonde boy mumbled, resting his chin on the crook of your neck with a dreamy pair of eyes. “Thank you Armin,” you cooed in response, shifting to place your hand on his cheek and plant your lips on the other, lingering for a moment before moving over to approach the two steaming mugs on the coffee table. Armin smiled softly and knelt down to pick up his cup again, blowing on it with care. “Careful to not burn yourself,” he told you with a light breath as you picked up the tea, “I just made it, so it’s kind of hot.” You nodded slightly, allowing your breath to pass over the drink for a moment before sipping the warm liquid down your throat. It formed a comforting heat in the pit of your stomach. “Mm, Love, did you make my favorite?” you hummed softly, noting the way a small grin tugged on Armin’s lips. “Maybe,” he replied, lowering the mug from his face, “Do you like it? I tried to make it the way you prefer.” “I don’t like it,” you started, noticing the beginning of a pout on your boyfriend’s lips, “I love it.” Your smile was warm, the soft lights from the tree illuminating you so perfectly; Armin couldn’t help but blush.

“How far did you get with the ornaments while I was gone?” he asked, glancing over at the tree. “I’m almost done, I’ve just got one box left,” you replied, standing up again and pulling Armin along with you by the hand. “Which box?” he inquired as you turned to grab it from the floor. Taking it from you curiously, he opened the lid and you saw a million different emotions flash through his eyes. “Oh,” Armin breathed, “this box.”

The first ornament was one made from a pinecone. Two clay arms jutted out unevenly from either side, a pair of googly eyes hot glued to the front. A red scarf (a few pieces of yarn) ran around the neck, and a bent paperclip had been forced through one of the seed pods on the top to function as a hook. Armin ran his thumb over the toy ornament fondly. “God I remember this,” the boy didn’t trust his voice any louder than a whisper. The corners of his lips crinkled into a smile. A tender one, the one he always made before he was about to cry. “Oh Sweetheart, come here,” you beckoned him softly. Armin barely took a step forward before being swallowed in your embrace; his chest rising and falling shakily. Your fingertips dragged up and down his spine, soon his breathing turned steady and he pulled back from the hug, a single tear escaping the corner of his eye.

Armin held the memory of his parent’s last Christmas with him delicately as he hung it from a branch of evergreen near the top of the tree.

A few childhood ornaments and paper snowflakes later, you came across a memory that made you giggle.

A distorted snowman-shaped ornament, its coat of paint shiny under the lights of the tree. Cracks in the white glass that had long since been mended by a bottle of super glue and two tiny pairs of hands. You still remember what the ornament sounded like when it shattered. The way you and Eren scrambled to pick up the pieces and carry them upstairs. Thankfully there weren’t many, the snowman had broken into five main chunks. The frantic whispers and hushed panic when glue stuck to your hands.

Your mother hadn’t noticed the newly odd shape of the ornament until January when the time came to pack everything away. Her eyes studied yours and Eren’s with suspicion, and it wasn’t until the following year when decorating the tree again that the two of you took responsibility for your mishap. By then it was a laughing matter, and a light scolding on how it’s better to tell the truth upfront to avoid further conflict. You settled the ornament deep inside a hollow in the tree branches, a place that ensured it would not fall again. The chair was held steady with a firm grip as you teetered on the edge to wiggle the star into its proper place. Twisted flakes of metal and glitter to reflect the lights; it was the housewarming gift Armin’s grandfather had crafted when he heard you and his grandson were moving in together. He even built the wire frame himself. Craftiness really did run in the family. There were five points; two slightly lopsided and one a little too short, but it was perfect in your eyes. The star smiled down at you and Armin as you admired the tree with a soft grin on each of your faces.

You let out a sigh and fell back into the couch, half draping a red and white blanket over your body and beckoning the blonde boy closer. You tilted your head when he sprinted off to your shared bedroom and raised your eyebrows when he came back carrying a small box, neatly wrapped in your favorite color and bearing a pretty bow on top. “You’ll get to open it soon enough, don’t worry,” he gave a small smile as he slid the gift beneath the branches and came to join you on the couch. He pulled the candy cane blanket over himself and snuggled his body close to yours, allowing his head to rest on your collarbone. You draped your arm over his shoulder and tangled your hand in his blonde locks. He listened serenely to the constant beating of your heart; a sound that had lulled him to sleep on more than one occasion. “You know, you still haven’t given me any clue as to what you want for Christmas,” you pointed out. Armin hummed as you began to run your fingers through his hair. “But I told you, I don’t really need anything,” he replied, and you sighed through your nose. “Yes I know,” he could hear the pout on your lips, “but I want to get you something. You’re special to me, you know that.” Armin shifted his head up to meet your eyes, the lights of the tree reflecting brilliantly in his blue irises. “Angel, you’re all that I need,” his voice was soft as he hugged you just a little bit tighter, “Promise.”

A/n: Thank you for reading! I hope you sleep well tonight and can bundle up nice and cozy.

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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230 - Cole Cassidy

Pairing - Cole Cassidy x reader

Warnings - none!! (cole cassidy being SUPER FLIPPIN HOT) also not proofread lmao so if there is a mistake... that's too bad ig lolol

Word Count - 1,478

Notes - this cowboy has my heart frfr. lately been having a brainrot. this took me too long to write tho omg. but i feel like im getting a better writing style and i worked really hard on it and my motivation is back!!! <3 i hope you all enjoy and have a lovely day! dont forget to stay hydrated lovlies!!

“Winston!!” You exclaimed, running over to your old friend. The last thing you were expecting was to get a message from him letting you know that he wanted to get Overwatch back together. It had been over two years since you had seen him last.

“y/n!” Winston quickly pulled you into his furry arms, welcoming the tight embrace you put him in. “My, is it good to see you.” He smiled softly, adjusting his glasses as you pulled away from the hug.

“It’s good to see you too, Winston. You look as adorable as ever.” You ruffled the top of his head with a chuckle.

Winston giggled and shrugged your sweet comment off as you heard a sound that you knew had to be only one thing.

Tracer had phased into the room with a huge smile on her freckled face. “y/n?! Is that really you, luv?” She ran up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders, studying every inch of your face without losing her big smile once. “It is! Oh my goodness, y/n! It's so wonderful to see you! I'm so glad you decided to come back!”

You quickly pulled Tracer in for a hug, holding her close. “It's so amazing to see you, Tracer.”

You and Tracer used to work side by side all the time. Getting every mission you were assigned done, quickly and efficiently. She didn't seem to change one bit.

“I can't believe we get to work together again!! I sure did miss working with you, partner.” Tracer winked and nudged you a bit with a giggle. “Oh! And you might get to meet Emily!”

“Emily?” You tilted your head.

“My girlfriend!”

God, you missed a lot.

“Hallo zusammen!!” You jumped hearing the booming, but loving voice of Reinhardt.

“Reinhardt!!” You ran to him, throwing yourself into his giant arms.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't cry, but god it was difficult to hold back the tears. These were the people who you loved, the people you were willing to work with for the rest of your life, the people you wanted to make a difference with.

“Howdy everyone, sorry I'm late.” You froze hearing that familiar southern accent that made your whole system stop.

Yes, you wanted to make a difference with this whole team of people you loved a lot, but this one… this one was an exception.

You turned around and saw… him walk in, the rest of Overwatch flowing in shortly behind him.

“Jesse McCree.” Your teeth were clenched and your mood now ruined.

“Actually,” he put his hand on your shoulder, apparently able to hear your voice that was in a pissed off whisper. “It's Cassidy, pumpkin. Cole Cassidy.”

“Since when?” You didn't even try to hide your frustration as you pulled away from him, trying to walk to the other crew. Cassidy though wouldn't stop following. Just like always.

“Since forever,” he sped up to be walking with you side by side. “So forget Jesse and call me Cole.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You tried to get yourself lost in the crowd, but felt a hand slap onto your shoulder. A metal hand? It was Cole’s… but you don't remember his arm being metal. “H-How…”

“That’s a story for another time,” he removed his hand from your shoulder softly as opposed to how rough he just handled you a second ago, hiding it behind his back. “But what’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?!” You twisted around, your face only inches away from his. “Do you really have the audacity to ask me that, Cassidy?! Are you acting like nothing happened back then?!” You knew that Overwatch was a place for peace and resolving problems, but Cassidy brought nothing but problems for you. He was the only face you didn't want to see.

“You, little miss thing, were the one who hated me. I never had shit against you.” He smirked and walked all nonchalantly towards the rest of the group, but you grabbed the back of that stupid shawl over his shoulders and flipped him over, gripping his shirt, your face inches away from his.

“Don't act like shit didn't happen.” You whispered through clenched teeth.

“Don't act like we ain't nothin’ sweetheart.” Cassidy smirked at you and you quickly pushed him away, feeling your face heat up.

You hate that cowboy.

“Why are you all the way over there, love?” You perked up hearing Tracer’s voice as she booped over to you with a bright smile. “And why’s your face so red? Are you running a fever?” She cupped your face and you knew you were blushing harder than earlier. That stupid cowboy. He definitely did it on purpose.

“I'm fine, Tracer,” you giggled nervously. “Really. Let’s get back to the rest of the crew.”

“Okay?” Tracer gave you a sidewards glance, but walked with you anyway to the rest of the group, who were all pulling each other into hugs and telling jokes.

It was just like old times. You used to be a group that would try to save the world during harsh times. You would joke around, but also allow yourself to cry on each other’s shoulders. You would walk away from explosions like badasses and go home to stuff your face with pizza.

But all of that just vanished one day. You were alone, trying to help others in your own way. A little lost, sure, but still trying.

Thank god Winston called this meeting. If he didn't, you don't know how the rest of your life would be.

And sure, maybe seeing Cassidy was worth it, even if you wanted to sock him in the nose.

Speaking of him, you and Cole were always at each other’s throats. Was there ever a reason why? No. Not really. You would compete and see who could take out the most enemies and you ended off in a draw. A DRAW. That pissed both of you off, but you didn't know that it would be the last time seeing each other for two whole years.

So you were stuck with a chalkboard in your room. 230-230. That awful number staring at you every morning. You were about to end that streak.

“Wanna drink, pumpkin?” You were pulled out of your thoughts with a jump, seeing Cassidy in front of you, holding a coffee.

You took it with a smile and Cassidy sat next to you, both of you looking out at the happy crowd in front of you.

“What was it? Uh… 205?” Cassidy turned to you with a cocky smile and you just laughed it off taking a sip of your coffee. It was delicious.

“230 actually.”

“230,” Cassidy let out a long whistle. “Damn.”

“I know. I still wanna beat your ass.”

Cassidy looked at you, but your eyes were still glued to the rest of Overwatch. “Do you now?”

You nodded, your eyes finally meeting with Cole’s chestnut ones. “I do.”

“That’s too bad.” Cassidy casually put his hands behind his head, leaning back onto his chair. “Because I wanna do the same.”

“Huh. That sucks.”

Cole laughed out loud, a smile plastering onto his face. “You know, even after how much we show that we hate each other, I am so glad we’re back here together.”

You sighed, placing your coffee down. “Me too.”

“I'm just really thankful that we-”

“Okay. That’s too much. Don't get sappy on me. We hate each other, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” Cole grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “We do.”

“It's gonna be nice to compete again.” You stood up, your hand still locked to Cassidy’s.

“Tell me about it.” Cole took it as a sign to stand up as well and you walked in front of him, outstretching your arms.

He tilted his head and you pointed with your head to his arms. He smiled softly and knew what to do next.

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrapped yours around the back of his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He smells the same as always. Like nice cologne and burning wood.

You held him tightly, strangely, not wanting to let go.

“I know I should hate you,” your voice was soft, almost a whisper. “But I don't want to.”

“Then don't.” Cassidy’s booming voice was vibrating his chest that you were pressed against.

“But I still wanna beat your ass.”

“Then do it darlin’. But don't expect me to just let you.”

You laughed, picking a fuzz off of his shawl before holding him tighter.

He pressed a small kiss onto your forehead and grabbed both of your hands. “It's so nice to see you again.”

“Tell me about it.”

Even though you were supposed to hate him. You sure did love that stupid cowboy.

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#cole cassidy #jesse mccree #mccree #cassidy #overwatch #overwatch 2 #cole cassidy x reader #jesse mccree x reader #mccree x reader #cassidy x reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 x reader

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anisespice · 1 year

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Hii I'm unsure if requests are open but do you thibk i could request something for the “ am i thicc? ” & "drunk texting "smau with Shigaraki, Dabi, Shinsou and Hawks? I really love your SMAUs so much q Aq

Have a lovly day !!♡

you got it, anon !! kinda kept it short & sweet for these since i made ‘em on the spot, and i only had inspo for dabi on the drunk one :/// mayhaps i’ll do ones for the others another time lol

hope you enjoy + have a lovely day <333 thanks for requesting :)))

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05

#🍁allspice #🍁vanilla #mha texts #mha smau #mha scenarios #bnha #dabi #shigaraki #shinsou #keigo #mha

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lostquinn · 8 months

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Love sick

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn!reader

Fluff, pining, yearning, crushing

Summary - you and Simon were close friends, always together and naturally rumours of you dating sprang off of that. The two of you played along, laughing together yet recently you had started crushing on him

enjoy lovlies <3

Word count - 729

It was suffocating. The way he entranced your every gaze. Every glance in your direction, every muttering of words had you on edge as you waited, hoping and praying he would make the first move.

Ghost, while always being closed off and cold, had quickly let you in, looking after you and being there for you when you felt no one else was. He allowed you to call him Simon, to see his face, and in return, you offered all of your sensitivity in a beautiful friendship that resulted in a deep crush.

Naturally, jokes soon started to form. Rumours of the pair of you dating so you laughed between yourselves as you leant into those rumours. Calling each other petnames and always being by each others side, stealing little glances, and going so far as to flirt when it was just the two of you.

Recently, it began to feel like more, and it was suffocating. You were painfully in love with Simon and unable to decipher if it was part of the joke or becoming real every time you interacted. It drove you mad.

"C'mere my love," he grumbled as you took a few short steps into the common room. He pulled you into his lap, his hand resting on your hip.

You could practically hear your heart beating in your ears as you smiled up at him, laughing along with the joke. Was it still a joke?

You gently rested your head against his shoulder, your hand on his chest as you watched him.

The conversation continued as normal, Soap talking about something while the others added to the conversation, but you couldn't really concentrate. You were too busy looking at him.

The way his eyes dilated in the light as he smiled under his mask, the feeling of his fingertips tracing little hearts over your hip. You adored every little thing. The way you could see a couple blonde strands of hair falling out of place, barely visible.

"So, how long have you two been together now?" Alejandro raised a brow, pulling you out of your trance as he nodded at you and Ghost.

Ghost swiftly answered for you.

"Oh shut it, Ale, you all know it's just a joke," he chuckled. You forced a chuckle out too, laughing along with him as you smiled at Alejandro.

The words crushed you. You knew it was nothing. It was only platonic, and yet you had still allowed yourself to believe otherwise, to imagine the future. You didn't let it show, however.

It felt as though you could throw up. Your chest felt tight and ached slightly, yearning for his heart to be yours the way you heart belonged to him. He didn't see any of that. He didn't see your world come crushing down around you as your heart broke, no matter how fake the little world you had built was.

"Sure it is," Gaz rolled his eyes

"It's all just a matter of time at this point," Soap grinned as he leant back in his seat.

You chuckled along with the guys, sitting up and shuffling in Ghosts lap slightly to become more involved in the conversation, more present in the room.

"Friends are friends. We're keeping it that way," you shrugged, glancing around.

Everyone else seemed to chuckle, only staying on the conversation a moment longer before Price came in and asked everyone to report to the briefing room.

Ghost stayed still, holding you in his lap as he waited for everyone else to leave.

There was a lump in your throat, a pressure on your chest that was unmatched by any weight, and you could hardly breathe as you stared up at him. You weren't just crushing. You were hopelessly in love with your closest friend.

Every inch of your body that touched his screamed, electrified under his grasp as he held onto you. It was clear he was smiling down at you, no idea as to how you were feeling.

"Maybe one day, love," he muttered, shaking his head before sliding you off of his lap.

You felt sick as his words echoed through your mind. Your brain was stuck repeating what had happened only seconds ago as you stared up at him.

Ghost pressed a gentle kiss on your temple before standing up and quickly leaving the room with a wink.

#writers on tumblr #writing #simon ghost riley #ghost #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #gaz cod #simon riley fluff #fluff #crushes

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prettymeredith · 10 months

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Fantasy of the Day: Ticklish First Date

"OooOoo~ Don't you two lovlies make a cute couple! Who's idea was it to come here, yours? Well honey, looks like you're gettin' it first."

To say that I was a bit nervous would be an understatement. However, stripping us both down to just our underwear, and binding us together so closely and intimately has me feeling all kinds of other things aside from just the basic jitters.

Kneeling pressed against his chest, I just wanted to look into his eyes and kiss him. But before we could find a chance to nuzzle in, sharp manicured fingertips began skittering along my ribs, prompting me to lean forward and cackle.

"Aww does this tickle? Sure seems like it does. What do you think?"

Before I even realize it her hands jump to him, his body pulling against mine, his cute laughter singing into my ear. Bound together as seemingly one entity of ticklishness, she tickles both of us as fingertips effortlessly jump from one person to the other.

I love the way his body shakes when he giggles, and how he tugs against mine as I involuntary pull back on his in this ticklish dance we're having. With her leaning in behind me, its like I'm sandwiched inbetween it all, and I can't help but be turned on by it.

"Hahaha!! Okay, ho'kay!! Haha, go over to his side! Hahahaha...!" I belted, no longer being able to be the monkey in the middle. She circled over to the opposite end to give him the same treatment, but as he thrashed around I still count help but laugh as I jerked along right with him.

"How long have you two been together?" She asked, as if now was a good time as any for small talk. Her nails never quit, tickling his feet making him too giggly to answer.

"This is our first date." I said, trying to relax a smile. "Your FIRST!?" She gasps, and darts right over to my side to tickle my feet next.

"Awww isn't this so cute!! You can tell everybody all about what your first date was when you fall in love~!" She coos, only making her intense sole scratching even more insufferable as I bellow laughter and start to beg.

"NO!! Hahahaha!! No more! Get him, get h'hehehe'him!! Hoah-oh my God!! Hahaha!!"

I could tell enjoying my reactions as he leaned over my shoulder to watch her tickle me. Not only could I see the buldge pitching through his boxers, I could feel it poking me as I we lurched forward in hysterics.

"Come on big boy, aren't you going to ask her to be your Girlfriend? What's the matter, don't you like her? I can tell you do~. You boys are always so skittish when it comes to commitment."

She tickled, and tickled, and tickled him until finally he came out and asked. And I need no ticklish encouragement to immediately answer him yes.

"Ohh, so cuuuute! No I want to see you too back here on every anniversary, okay? Understand? The honeymoon too... Come on, first one to say yes gets untied to help tickle the other one..."

#tickle community #tickling #tickle blog #tickle kink #ticklish #tickle #tword community #tickled #socks tickling #rib tickling

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focsle · 2 months

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Went thru another one of Mr. Keith’s journals, this one from 1866-69 when he’s second mate (later first) on the whale ship Cape Horn Pigeon. Every journal entry is addressed to his wife (who was also on his mind on other voyages prior to his marrying her). The thought of her dominates the pages more than anything else, and is a very personal insight into the mind of a man who chose to make the sea his living, for all its distance.

“All day on deck today and have been as homesick as a dog all day. To Night I have got all night to sleep in. I have been fitting the Main Top Gallant brace blocks on the mizzen took down the double ones And put up single ones. Last Night I was dreaming of you I woke up Some time in the night and kissed your picture and went to sleep Again and went to dreaming again of you. This is all I can say to you To night in this book but I am going to write some in your letter. So thousands of sweet kisses to you darling Sarah Good Night.”

More entries under the cut for length.

He was homesick and lovesick often, thinking his shipmates wouldn’t understand.

“There has been a lot of ships in sight to day all of them with the exception of One was bound to England and she was going to America and Oh Sarah Darling how I thought of you. How I wish I was on board of her Bound to see my lovly Companion. I could have cryed but these hard Hearted sailors who have no wives and home would laugh at me.”

Every aspect of his daily life reflected back to how she was faring, from being thankful she didn’t have to drink the ship’s stagnant water, to how he entertained himself and others on deck.

“This forenoon was very unpleasant for it rained until Twelve O clock and I did not change my clothes until after dinner I got wet through by being out in the rain washing my clothes. This Afternoon has been pleasant and my men have been getting out Fresh water to drink and such water, Sarah I am glad you do not have to drink it. I have got all night to sleep in. I have just come down from the deck where I have been playing the Accordion and thinking of you. I always feel sadest when I Sing or play. Darling girl a pleasant night to you dream dear Girl of your Marshall who at the time you dream will be thinking of you Sweet one I must say again Good Night Sarah Dear.”

He often made note of his dreams that swung between the erotic, the homesick, and the anxious, and often a mix of the three. Here was one about getting caught with a Different Sarah.

“This has been a nice day Sarah not a breath of air Stirring I have been on deck all day and felt some better than I did yesterday but far from being well. I have set up the Head rigging to day. Last night I dreampt I was at home and in some strange house standing in the door way you came Out and passed me. I asked you where you were going. You Said after water. After you left me Sarah Munroe came Up to me and asked me if I wanted to see some thing. I told her yes. She open her dress in front and showed Me her bubies she asked me if they looked pretty I told her yes. I asked her to let me feel of them. She said yes. I asked her to let me kiss them she said yes but don’t let Sarah Pope see you just as I was in the act you came in sight and caught me and Oh what a blessing you gave me. Sarah I will tell you more bye and bye. I must Close by saying many kisses to you Good Night Darling Wife.”

For whatever other women were in his mind during the voyage, he made a point to mention that the dreams turned back to her.

“Had a quear dream a regular sailors dream which is always About the women. delacacy prompts me from writing the Most of it but the last of it was about you. I met you and you asked me where I was going I told you to the barbers to shave all of. I thought you kissed me and asked me not to shave off my mostash. I told you I would not But you said it was twelve O clock and I had better go to bed I said all right you know I never refused to go to bed with you in my life. I must say Good Night Darling Sarah.”

Sometimes the dreams were influenced by anxieties met in life. When he didn’t receive an expected letter from her (which hardly reflects on whether or not she wrote him—receiving letters aboard vessels was a long and uncertain process), he had a dream mixed with both his doubt of her life ashore but also his hopes.

“This has been a nice day Sarah and I have been to work very hard but that did not take my mind up so but what I felt bad on account of not getting a letter from you. You will not neglect me again so will you Sarah. Last night I dreampt I got home and I Came into the kitchen and saw your mother (and my Mother) sitting there by herself. I asked her where Sarah was She said you were in your room taking care of the Baby. I asked her whose baby it was. She said it was mine. Then I came in and saw you sitting down with a pretty Little cherub in your lap and it looked so good to me I asked you whose it was you said it belongs to me. And out of a joke I told you it never was mine. When you came up to me and cryed and kissed me and said it belonged to me. So Sarah after you have slighted me you see you have a space in my dreams of pleasure still.”

Eventually he did receive word from her, and learned that his dream proved true.

“This has been a pleasant day Sarah and This morning when I got up that island was in sight what Held your letters for me. At Twelve O Clock the capt went on Shore and at 5 he came of and had Two letters for me. One from you and one from Aurelia. The one from you was No 1. Sarah I must bid you pleasant dreams with your little baby for it was tonight I first learned that you were going to have one.”

In addition to homesickness, he often mentioned physical sickness, usually pains in his side. His health issues and day dreaming led to friction with the captain.

“It has been a nice day today but I have been sick all day and this noon. I could not eat my dinner and I stopped on deck while the rest got their dinner. I sat close to the door on a chest and I heard the old curse say there is a man on board this ship that wishes himself At home I wish he was there. When he came up I pitched up to him and I gave him enough of it. What is more he could not stop me. Last night I was very sick in the night and I wanted to make water. I had a bottle in my bearth and did not feel like going on deck so I used it for that Purpose and this morning I forgot to throw it over board. This fore noon the Old Hog went into my room to look for some Screws and he saw the bottle he smelt of it and Accused me of taking something to make me sick. Oh Sarah that most killed me. I have cryed all the afternoon just on that account. And he went as far as to tell me I hold my Wife too well he said he thought you were in my mind most of the time and that I wanted to see you so much that I was making my self sick to get home. And what do you think I called him. A god damned fool and a liar.

At one point he seems to consider his sickness to be pregnancy sympathy pains.

“This has been a pleasant day Sarah but I have been feeling very bad bordering onto sickness and a very bad pain in my side but I do not think it strange as you are about to have a child. I think I have been sick enough over one child. Oh Sarah Darling how I do and have pitied you for my suffering has been nothing compared with yours but I hope on this pleasant day they are all over. And I hope you will not have an other one while I go to sea. I must bid you good night my dearest angel Good Night.”

His dreams now often featured the baby as well, and again was a mix of hope and anxiety.

“Oh if I could see my Wife to night I would not feel as I do now but that is impossible. Last night I drempt I was at home and met you in the street and kissed you and I thought you kissed me but you done it in such a way I thought you did not care much about me, for you kissed me quick and turned away from me. I asked you what you had named it (the Baby) and you told me its name was Hannah Rachel Keith. Then you said to me I hope you like the name. I thought I was with you until bed time and we started to go to bed and just as we were going into the bed room I woke up and found myself on board the Cape Horn Pigeon a long way from my darling Sarah. Sarah kiss Hannah Rachel for me and I will bid you both good night.

He later learns from a letter that the baby was named Susie Rachel. When whales were captured, he always thought of them in terms of dresses for his wife and things for his baby.

“It has blown most a gale to day Sarah and I have been to the Mast head seven hours where the wind could Blow through me. But it was not for pleasure that I done it. It was to look for whales that we might catch them what I could earn something for my wife and child but could not see any thing. And the wind has blown my eyes almost out of my head. But I feel that was done for a good cause Sarah. I can not say much to night but nevertheless I love you as Fondly as before and shall continue to do so as long as we are permitted to live. Darling Sarah kiss that sweet babe for me and I must bid good night to those who alone I ask to live for. Ten thousand kisses to you Sweet Sarah.”

At one instance he wrote, ‘I am wet through with oil Sarah at the presant time But I know you would not disown me if you saw me now.’ It was his life, and it was through that life that he saw his ability to provide for a family, however distant they may be. In this frame of mind, one more to close:

“We are boiling our whales Sarah and I am covered with oil but it makes the money come and it is all for you. I could live in oil for your sake. I must close and go on deck until 1 O clock at night. Kiss my babe for me. Good night Sarah.”

#mr marshall keith #awhalin #i still need to read his earlier one when his ship was taken by a raider

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