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I've been listening to the prophecy by taylor and i have thoughts, so bare with me on this one.
some people might look at this thing like a superpower, like something cool to trick people with or scare the shit out of them.
tommy thinks of it more as a curse than anything else. a punishment from above— maybe he's done awful, terrible things in some pasts lives and now he's paying the consequences.
truth is, he doesn't know. he can guess, can try to feel his way through the dark like a lost, blind man, but he's probably never gonna know why he is the way he is, why he can see the things he sees.
it started around the time he was nine, he thinks. when he went to hug her grandma, and suddenly he had this vision— like a short movie playing in his head, of how his grandma would die.
tommy hugged her and then there it was in his mind, he could hear her heartbeat and saw her laying in bed, so calm and at peace in her sleep, when her heart slowly stops.
tommy remembers crying out, screaming, pulling away from her in fear, much to the confusion of everyone in his family. his grandma was okay! she was right there! no one believed him when he told them what he saw, what he felt.
(nana june died that very night, in her sleep. just like tommy predicted.)
tommy realized pretty quickly that this was not something he could share with anyone else. not when he ran into his teacher at the grocery store three weeks later and saw how the woman would die in a tragic car crash in just a couple of weeks. not when he kissed a boy for the very first time when he was sixteen and saw he would die from a freak accident at a football game, of all places— a fatal hit to the head would be the end of a life cut too short.
his life became a swirl of death and fear and loneliness.
he pulled away from everyone. what was the point anyway? if he knew the end of their stories? why get atta hed, get close, when he knew the specific details of their deaths and would have to bare that weight on his shoukders all on his own?
(he made the mistake once of falling in love when he was in college. with matthew— a guy who would die of old age, at ninety-five years old. at home, holding the hand of his husband... that was definitely noy tommy.
it was okay. he figured he could have some fun and enjoy whatever time he could. but it only earned him a broken heart and matthew calling him a freak when tommy explained why he couldn't say i love you to him, why he couldn't truly commit.
he has trusted matthew with his deepest secret, with this curse that tommy has no other choice but to live with it. and it ended up in tears and half the campus thinking he was a psycho.)
since then, tommy vowed to never make that mistake again. to keep his distance with people.
and he's been successful, for the most part. he has some friends, of course, but he doesn't let his relationships get too deep, keeping everyone at arm's length.
it's for the best, really.
and he's... not happy, but content. maybe. comfortable.
until evan buckley comes crashing into his life, figuratively and literally speaking.
the guy is— adorable.
tommy has no other word to describe him.
evan is energetic and enthusiastic, passionate about every single thing he says and does. he's reckless and loud and everything's tommy has soent a lifetime running away from.
when buck touches him for the first time, it sends electricity to every one of his nerves. it's intoxicating and amazing and warm, and tommy never wants it to end.
then, the curse kicks in. a little later than usual— as if mocking tommy, almost. teasing him with a tiny taste of what normal looks like and then reminding him he can never have it, not for real.
the first time buck touches him, it's at chimney's wedding— he's drunk and sweaty, cheeks pink and flushed and a boyish smile plastered on his face. he practically draps himself next to tommy's side, leans all his weight against him as he hums the lyrics of the song plahing in the background out of tune.
it's fun and heavenly for a couple of seconds, until tommy gets the vision.
buck in a month, maybe a month and a half. hanging from the firetruck ladder as the sky falls around him, lightning striking him right in the chest and making his heart stop.
#idk what this is tbh#im probably gonna keep writing it tho#maybe(????#evan buckley#tommy kinard#buck x tommy#bucktommy#kinkley#bucktommy fic#bucktommy wip#911 fic#911fic#911 wip#911 abc#911 on abc#april rambles#my writing#april writes
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God I really hope the game doesn't End with Mel reuniting her family because the adjustment period is going to be SO messy and I want to see all of it
I want to see Zag have to come to terms with the fact that the sister who for all he knows was a newborn just moments ago has grown into her own woman and he wasn't around for any of it, like literally she was just a baby and now they're practically the same age how does that work
I want to see the angelic, idealized vision Mel has of her older brother clash with the reality that he's a mouthy little shit, a bit of a slacker and a goofball if you will, I want to see her actually have to share a space with him for the first time and get pissed off at how disorganized he is, maybe even snap and lose her temper at him before finally realizing that, good and bad, this is what it means to have a family, THIS is what Chronos took from her
#hades 2#hades 2 spoilers#I know I might be being a little optimistic in assuming that mel WILL be reunited with her family but like#she has to right#they're not gonna make the internet's favorite bisexual failson zagreus stay in time jail forever and that's his canon ending right#right?#I know a big theme of the first game was infinite replayability meaning chronos and cerberus would have to stay as bosses#and hades would have to stay as the gift giver npc in tartarus but like#cmaaaahhhn#they wouldn't#right??
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Omggg!!! I just saw you thought abt Jade crushing on professor reader and floyd who always acts out, but imagine this, despite darlings scoldings towards floyds rebellious behavior in class, after school when Jade comes back as he needs extra “help” in her class, he ends up finding Floyd stuffing her full of him on her desk, practically breeding her full of his kids!!!
The same desk she grades Jades papers on, the same desk he takes pencils from, the same desk she leans over and practically flash her tiddies to all her students on, the same desk he imagines himself to be stuffing her full of!!!! It’s not fair!! Jade acts so obedient in your class, he’s respectful, he’s passing your class with above a 100%, yet you’re letting the twin who is the complete opposite absolutely ruin you??? It’s not fair!!!
The next day the both of them return to class, and once again the cycle repeats of Floyd blurting out something and you telling him to be quiet. Now though, he knows the truth between the two of you.
If he’s desperate enough, he might wave this piece of blackmail in your face, the only way to stop him from releasing it being if you let him join in on the fun. Oh wait…
Jade is desperate. Very desperate.
(Side note: If it’s available could I be 🎨📝 anon?? ^o^)
🎨 📝 anon........ YOUR MIND!!!!! AS VAST AND BEAUTIFUL AS THE GALAXY AAAAAAA!!!!! And maybe the idea that there's something more between you and Floyd never crossed Jade's mind because he was so certain you only saw him as a nuisance in class. He never realized it may be different outside of class, when it's just the two of you in a quiet lecture hall. But then he was so busy daydreaming of himself in that place. >_< the first thing he does when he happens upon the scene of Floyd pounding you stupid, while you moan and babble like you're in heat, is linger just outside the door, peeking in through the crack. And then he lifts his phone and records it. If he's delusional enough, he can pretend he's Floyd. They're nearly the same from behind, but deep down Jade knows it's not him.
Aaaaaa he's such a jealous thing, so spiteful and vindictive. Possessive like a brat. Jade has it in his head that you're going to be his one day and that there's no room for anyone else, not even his twin. He doesn't want to share for once in his life, and can you really blame him? He's so obsessed. There's no room for sharing with an infatuation this debilitating.
Jade who waits patiently for class to end so that he can have a moment alone with you. Once everyone's left and the door has closed, he packs up his things and strides over to your desk, offering you a placid, semi-shy smile and asking if he can have just a second of your time. There's something he'd like to talk to you about. And you, always so kind and gentle, smile in return and ask him what it is he needs. He pulls his phone from his pocket and turns it to show you, pressing play on a very scandalous recording. You're spread on your desk, legs wrapped around Floyd's waist, while he ruts into you like an animal, grabbing at your tits and squeezing just to hear your cry out.
Jade's smile isn't so meek anymore. Now it's a self-satisfied smirk, and it stretches on his lips as he watches your expression fall with every passing second. It would be so easy to spread this video around the entire school. Jade has connections, and he isn't afraid to use them to expose you and Floyd's little extracurricular. You try to explain yourself, but Jade isn't going to hear you out. This time, you're the one who needs to listen to him.
If you value your reputation and career, you can start making amends (with Jade) by getting on your knees.
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There was this post a little while back suggesting that Beard gets kicked out by Jane and moves in with Higgins and that’s very narratively satisfying and right, given that Leslie’s the one person daring to tell Beard that his relationship with Jane isn’t, you know, great. However, I’m a Roy & Jamie girl at heart, so I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Beard instead moved in with his fellow fan of few words, ie one Roy Kent.
Say, for instance, that Roy and Jamie are fucking/dating/what have you and Jamie gets it into his pretty, silly head that they can somehow hide the fact from Beard. Roy tells him stop being an idiot, of course he’s going to know if he’s staying here, only way to keep it from him if you keep away until he finds another place to live, and fuck no, I’m not moving in with you, how the fuck would I explain that, and anyway your fucking headboard would give me a migraine.
Well, Jamie says mulishly, I’m not staying away.
Fine, Roy says, secretly a little relieved. So he’ll know. Big fucking deal.
And in this version of events Roy really is cool with it, because it has to come out sooner or later and he’s not ashamed and it’s not like Beard’s gonna say anything (Roy may or may not be mistaken in this assumption), and anyway, he’s Roy Kent, he does whatever the hell he wants, okay. Only Jamie doesn’t accept that, because he has this strong and somewhat misguided notion that he needs to defend Roy’s honour by not letting anyone suspect he’s fucking his player. So Jamie starts making up increasingly absurd excuses as to why he should show up at Roy’s place like having some work done at my house and Roy was concerned I’d be breathing in poisonous fumes, yeah, so he said I had to come over here and um, Coach, I think I strained my calf today, could you maybe take a look here in the bedroom ‘cause my back hurts too and I need to lay down and yeah, Beard’s eyebrows are not as psychotic as Roy’s but they certainly climb and climb and climb. Later in the evening he just glances at Roy, so, you and Jamie, huh? And Roy shrugs, unconcerned, yeah, and pours himself another cup of tea. He doesn’t tell Jamie that they’ve been made, though; it’s still kind of fun watching the muppet make a fool of himself. Besides, the idea of their encounters being particularly illicit seems to really get Jamie going, so.
Alternatively, Jamie agrees to stay away, and then proceeds to do everything in his power to set Beard up with someone else so that Beard can be happy and move in with his new friend and Jamie can go back to shagging his grumpy old boyfriend all over the house. The attempts are predictably absurd, but also oddly sweet (‘cause Jamie wants the relationship to last, right, so that Beard doesn’t come knocking on Roy’s door again anytime soon, so obviously he needs to find someone properly nice, but it’s hard for him to figure what nice means to someone as odd as Beard).
(These two scenarios work if Keeley’s part of the mix, too, btw. She can either join in Jamie’s antics because she’s a weird girl at heart, or she can be the voice of reason if a voice of reason is what gets you going.)
Or say that Roy and Jamie really are just friends (for the moment, at least) and it’s Roy that gets a little nervous about Beard realizing just how close they are. Like, he’s reluctantly cool with everyone knowing that Jaime is his favourite player (though of course he’d deny it if someone dared say it to his face) or them knowing that Roy spends stupid amounts of time torturing training Jamie, but he’s not quite comfortable having people know that they also just… hang out. That Roy cooks Jamie dinner. Leaves Phoebe with him when Roy’s busy with a coaching crisis. That they watch stupid shit on the telly together, and that Roy doesn’t complain (much) when Jamie curls up to him like a cat. That stuff’s private, all right? So he stops having Jamie over, starts brushing him off, and at first Jamie’s undeterred because if he let Roy’s grumpiness get to him he’d never not be gotten to, but Roy persists and Jamie starts to wilt, hurt and confused. In the end, Beard – wise, all-seeing Beard – fixes Roy with one long stare and notes that there’s nothing wrong with having a friend, Coach. Plenty wrong with being shit to the ones you’ve got, though, and Roy doesn’t even yell fuck he just stands there, stony like, until he jerks a short nod and stalks off to make things up to Jamie.
Anyway, the idea of Beard bearing witness to Roy and/or Jamie being particularly ridiculous about each other is very funny, to me.
(I tried to hunt down that original post because even though I didn’t want to add to it and derail OP’s poignant take with my Roy & Jamie obsession, I still want to credit them for the original idea. Couldn’t find it, however, but please give me a shout if you have a link. Aha! @coachbeards is the original galaxy brain!)
#it's royjamie crack o'clock again#i just like it when one of them is being very silly/very fucked up you know?#they take turns#roy kent#jamie tartt#coach beard#royjamie#roy & jamie#my stuff
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Matchup Event
Matchup for: @dukemira
Matchups: Fu Hua, Firefly, March 7th
Contains: fluff, nsfw, creampie, mentions of bondage, mentions of choking, mentions of temperature play, soft sex, public sex, mentions of nipple play
A/N: Sorry for taking so long! Honestly, with Firefly's section, I have no idea how to bake so I apologize if anything is incorrect!
Ask: Long time no see I guess? Haha, anyway it's been a while and you look good, also congratulations for your 1000 followers! Okay I'll start. I will use Mira as the name, my mbti is INFJ, and my zodiac is Virgo. I'm a listener type person, I'm not speaking that much, unless the topic is interesting (or I like the topic) for me, I'll ramble so much. Many people see me as a stoic person, like I don't really care what happened later, or right now Even if it gets me in trouble. You could say I'm a hardworking person, I'll try everything to achieve what I want. If you don't mind, I would like to choose both. My first date scenario? Maybe we watch stars and aurora while drinking hot coffee and some snack (I like quiet place, irl I always go out at night like pm and go home at 3 in the morning lmao) it's just, so refreshing y'know? I'm indeed a dominant, and more into vanilla sex, soft, gentle. (Sometimes I wanna tie them up, and close their vision) (pls don't match me with male characters) The fandom Im in, honkai impact and honkai star rail.
Fu Hua
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: ̗̀➛ Like you, Fu Hua often takes late-night walks to clear her mind. The day she decided to take a different route for a change of scenery, she had no idea that this choice would end up affecting the rest of her life.
: ̗̀➛ It all starts off as the both of you passing each other on a quiet, isolated street; things like you glancing at the woman the first time you saw her because of how rare it is to see someone else around these hours. The most you'd get were stray animals and the occasional taxis, and you liked it that way.
: ̗̀➛ Your overly carefree attitude towards life and Fu Hua's overly cautious and apprehensive nature perfectly balance each other out like yin and yang. Not one is greater or worse than the other; both are inseparable as are the sorrows and joys of living that you'd gladly experience with each other.
: ̗̀➛ Change is a fearsome thing. All of the insignificant differences come together until eventually, you realize that your surroundings have already changed beyond recognition. Fu Hua firmly believes in this, and yet, it was the same change that brought her to meet you. As such, you're also the one to introduce her to new things. It takes her a bit of coaxing, but she's willing to try anything as long you're with her.
: ̗̀➛ Generally speaking, the two of you have so many similarities and just as many differences. Somehow, though, you make it work. Not because you just happen to be the right person for each other, but because you want to make it right.
"Fu Hua?" Your voice breaks Fu Hua's train of thought. She'd been gazing up at the sky for a while now, reminiscing about the past as she does so. It's not something she particularly chooses to do the first dusk of every new year, but she always ends up doing it nonetheless.
"Ah, you're awake. Did I wake you when I got up from bed?" She turns to you with a somber yet warm smile on her face. Her gaze goes down to the two cups of hot chocolate in your hands and mutters a small "thank you" as she takes one of them. You shake your head in response to her question. "Mm. I just got a bit worried when I woke up and you weren't beside me."
"What are you thinking about?" You ask before taking a quick sip of your drink. The dark and rich taste is perfect for calm, quiet mornings like this. Last night was filled with celebrations and festivities, and now that they're done, the city has fallen asleep. The sun peeks out through the horizon to greet the start of the new year.
"It's nothing important. It always amazes me how quickly time can pass and bring change." Her gaze falls down onto the jewelry shop at the corner of the road. It used to be a small diner run by a nice elderly couple. They had a dog; a small Australian terrier named Winter. Ironically enough, Winter did not like the cold. She wonders where they are now and how they're doing.
The two of you sit in comfortable silence, the sunlight illuminating the unlit city. Fu Hua smiles at the sound of the dogs barking; it's the one thing that has stayed constant throughout all these years. She hopes spending mornings with you like this will become one of those things as well. "Happy New Year, my love."
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: ̗̀➛ Very vanilla and traditional so Fu Hua thinks she should always be submissive, at least at first. She's open to trying out new things in bed. We all know that she'd be submissive regardless of her old fashioned mindset, though.
: ̗̀➛ Fu Hua is open-minded when it comes to kinks, so she's willing to try anything at least once as long as it isn't anything too extreme or unhygienic.
: ̗̀➛ She's really big on safe sex. Fu Hua is actually very educated on sex despite having little to no personal experience with it/things related to it, mostly because she's had to give her disciples "the talk" before.
: ̗̀➛ During sex is when Fu Hua is the most emotionally vulnerable. She accidentally slips out words that she'd be way too prideful to say in any other situation, says "I love you" a lot more than usual, and reaches out to hold your hands subconsciously.
: ̗̀➛ She can go for a lot of rounds, but afterwards, she's immediately falling asleep. She'll try to give you the best aftercare she can (even if you were the one on top,) with the energy she has left, but the most she can probably do is get you a glass of water and a towel.
"My love..." She sighs, desperate and needy. Her legs rest at either of your sides as your hips rut slowly and softly against hers. Slender, calloused hands rest on your back, clawing ever so slightly whenever you hit a certain spot inside of her.
The room is dimly lit with scented candles, your clothes scattered on the floor while sensual music plays in the background. A scene telling of the romance and passion between two lovers.
You adjust yourself to hit deeper inside of her, and Fu Hua sings. She sings your name like an angel gently comforting you with her embrace; soft, and loving.
Feeling yourself nearing climax, you groan her name and bury your face into the side of her pale neck. As if in unspoken understanding, her fingers reach out to intertwine with yours, and her legs wrap around your waist.
Your hips stutter, and you fill her deep with your cum. Her chest rises up and down as she catches her breath, and she looks ethereal. You're set on spending the rest of your life with her.
March 7th
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: ̗̀➛ You and March 7th are the epitome of the saying "opposites attract." Or so, people say. While that might seem true on the surface, you actually have a lot of similarities like two stars in different galaxies, shining with unique brilliance yet connected by the vastness of the universe.
: ̗̀➛ For example, the two of you like quiet places; only for different reasons. You like quiet places because you like being able to be at peace and be alone with your thoughts. March likes quiet places because she can often find you in them. She loves bustling atmospheres and the blinding city lights, but she loves you more.
: ̗̀➛ Her troubles affect her more than they seem to, and when she can't silence the negative thoughts in her head, it's you that she comes to for respite.
: ̗̀➛ There's something about you that makes March feel so... safe and secure. She feels comfortable telling you about things that she'd normally repress herself. You keep her grounded. You help her get through the bad times and replace them with good ones.
: ̗̀➛ You care for her and try to comfort her the best you can, but you don't really care about things like "who she used to be" and "what she even is." Human, alien, or even as an emanator, you'd love her all the same. What matters to you isn't her past, but the future that you can have together.
"Hehe..." March looks up at the new ring you bought for her. The cold, silver metal shines when the moonlight hits it just the right way. To her, its glint symbolizes your love and the future to come. "Do you really like the ring that much?" You ask since she's been staring at it intently ever since you first got it for her. Of course, you're flattered since you also chose it, but you know March can be a bit overdramatic sometimes.
March turns to you as soon as the question leaves your lips. "Of course! You bought it for me, after all." She smiles with pride. You chuckle at her reaction and pat her head. "I'm glad you like it, but don't dote on it too much. I can always buy you a new one, y'know?" You weren't exactly rich, but that ring wasn't exactly expensive either. It was just something you bought because it seemed to be her style.
"Sure, but every gift from you is special to me. Even if you get me an extravagant wedding ring one day, I'll still treasure all of the handwritten notes you leave me sometimes." You blush at the implications of marriage. Of course it's been on your mind too, but to hear March mention it so casually has you feeling a bit bashful.
"When that time comes, let's get a big house and a whole army of pets! Ah, but that might make it difficult for the express... What about 5? Or if Pompom allows us, 10?" You chuckle at her ambition. You can already imagine Pompom going crazy with cleaning all of the fur. Still, a future like that with her sounds quite nice.
"We'll get as many as you want, March."
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: ̗̀➛ She's not a stranger to the concept of sex, but there are a lot of things that she doesn't know about it. Despite that, or maybe because of that, she's always wanted to try.
: ̗̀➛ March 7th mostly bottoms--she counts on you to take the lead since you're more knowledgeable. She can definitely be the dominant one if asked, though. Top or bottom, her main goal is for both of you to feel good.
: ̗̀➛ Getting tied up and wearing nice lingerie are her favorite things! The intricate designs make March feel prettier, so she sometimes wears them underneath her clothes just for that confidence boost.
: ̗̀➛ She's up for it anytime anywhere mostly, but she's a bit hesitant to have sex in busier places. She likes it when there's a chance of someone spotting the two of you in the act, but she doesn't want to actually get caught. That would scar her for life.
: ̗̀➛ Loves it when you get more assertive. She loves how gentle and caring you are with her, so seeing a side of you that's so different gives her whiplash in the best ways possible.
: ̗̀➛ Her nipples are the most sensitive part of her body. She could have an orgasm just from you playing with them. A close second is her neck, though. Whether you leave kisses all over it or choke it ever so slightly, you're sure to get her gushing in her panties.
"I swear to Akivili, I'm going to kill you once all this is over!" March whisper shouts, turning to face you with an angry red all over her cheeks. Whether it's from embarrassment or arousal you're not sure.
The Astral Express had been invited to a fancy dinner, and as a result, you're spending the night mingling with the other guests; mostly the bigwigs of the planet you had just arrived on.
Or so, that's how March expected the evening would go. Now she's sat on your lap, legs spread as she gets fingered by you under the table. To others, you'd merely look like a young, naive couple in love, unaware of how her cunt drips slick and clamps down on your fingers.
Everyone turns their heads towards both of you when March whimpers in the middle of her sentence. She's quick to dismiss their concerns, and you chuckle at their cluelessness, saying March is just feeling a bit nervous.
You hold her gently by her chin and press a seemingly chaste kiss on her lips, swallowing her moans as she cums all over your hand. The rest of them are left none the wiser to the filthy acts the two of you are committing behind the scenes.
March hates how good you can make her feel.
Firefly
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: ̗̀➛ Your relationship is one full of secrets, but neither of you really mind. You understand that everyone has things that they wouldn't want anyone else to know, and that being their partner doesn't make you an exception.
: ̗̀➛ She doesn't question you when you come home at ungodly hours of the day. You don't question her when she comes home smelling like smoke and motor oil. You rush into each other's embrace regardless of the day you had beforehand. It gives you comfort and warmth and makes you feel like nothing else matters other than being in your lover's arms and the steady beating of their heart.
: ̗̀➛ Her favorite activity to do with you is baking! Neither of you is particularly skilled at it, but she finds the experience therapeutic and wants to share it with you. Firefly also has fun experimenting with the recipe to see what works the best.
: ̗̀➛ Firefly is a very kind and gentle partner, but only when she's awake. When the two of you are in bed together, (which is very rare considering how different your schedules are,) she becomes a heartless monster who hogs literally all of the blankets and pillows. Yes, blankets with an s. You've tried to solve this problem by getting your own, but to no avail.
: ̗̀➛ Honestly, it'd be pretty easy to take the blankets away from Firefly since she isn't very physically strong, but you can't. She just looks so peaceful asleep like this (despite leaving you vulnerable to the cold) and you know that she's tired. Hell, it's probably been a week or two since she's slept this well. You just don't have the heart.
"See, all you have to do is place the icing into the bag and..." Firefly rambles on about the techniques she uses when decorating pastries, even going as far as to give you a live example on the cake rolls the two of you were currently baking.
You cherish every second of these comfortable, domestic moments with her given how rare it is for the two of you to have the whole day to spend with each other like this.
However, there is one problem.
Earlier, you noticed that she accidentally put salt instead of sugar when making the batter. Should you tell her, or let her taste the consequences of her actions?
As you're faced with this life-threatening dilemma, Firefly looks up at you with a concerned expression and asks, "Are you okay, Mira...? We can always do this another time if you want."
For a moment, you almost take pity on her. Thinking of all the nights she took all the blankets and pillows (albeit unconsciously) and left you without protection against the cold, you make your decision. This blanket hogger must be brought to justice.
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: ̗̀➛ It's good that you're more into soft sex because that's quite literally all that Firefly can handle. Seriously. Don't go rough on her unless you want her to get sent to the hospital.
: ̗̀➛ She can get a bit insecure about this and think that you deserve someone that you won't have to restrain yourself for during sex, but you reassure her that isn't the case and that intimacy isn't the most important part of your relationship with her.
: ̗̀➛ Due to how frail she is, it takes a lot of trust for her to engage in intimacy with someone. Chances are, you're probably her first time. She trusts you to not only make her feel good, but she also trusts that you'll be gentle and respect her boundaries.
: ̗̀➛ She's more on the vanilla side, but being physically weak doesn't stop her from having a few kinks of her own. For the most part, she'd be into getting blindfolded and temperature play.
: ̗̀➛ Whether Firefly is on top or not, she's way too gentle to ever hurt you, even accidentally. She's definitely the type to ask for consent/ask if you're feeling good every 5 minutes, regardless of how horny and desperate she might be.
When Firefly walked through the door with a sense of restlessness in her footsteps, rushing to take off her coat and straddle your hips as you sat on the couch, you already knew what she wanted.
Every time she's away at work (if you can even call it that) for a long time, she comes back all tense and desperate to please you. It's her favorite way to destress, she says. Still, you can never get used to your sweet and gentle Firefly being so... lustful.
Of course, you don't mind and you'd gladly help her take her mind off work, but the contrast in her behavior never fails to catch you off guard.
She buries her face into your neck, breathing heavily as her hands fumble for the waistband of your pants. "Pants, please?" You snap out of your inner monologue and help her.
Once she looks up at you, you can't help but notice the glint in her eyes. It's... different, and hungry. You can't help but be glad that you don't have to wake up early the next morning.
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GAWA KA ONE SHOT LOSE MY BREATH TITLE
LOVE FIRST SIGHT Yung scene
LOSE MY BREATH (BADA LEE X IDOL!READER)
Synopsis: She didn't believe in love at first sight, let alone falling in love with the same gender then she met you.
Warnings: I don't think there's any??? If you're triggered by gl then beware i guess???
A/N: @loudcyclesuit ok na tayo beh? 😭🫶
Bada never really believed in love at first sight, more importantly falling in love with the same sex. Yeah she does have some masculine quality yet she identifies herself as straight. She thought she'd live like that for the rest of her life until she met you.
She could swear that she stopped breathing, her heart pounding so fast inside her ribcage like it wanted to get out and her mind going haywire as she watched you practice in an empty room in the studio. She didn't know what attracted her to you. Was it your face? Your body? How cute you looked in those baggy sweatpants and the oversized shirt you're wearing or the way you're singing along to the song like no one can hear you. Whatever the reason is, Bada is sure that she just experienced what they call love at first sight.
"Uhh.. Can I join?" Bada awkwardly asked when you were done. She couldn't help but admire how adorable you looked when your eyes widened after realizing that Bada has been watching you do some crazy things and the way your cheeks turned red from embarrassment made Bada wanted to just pick you up and bring you home.
"Sure???" you replied, you could swear that you're gonna pass away from embarrassment right now. You idolize Bada, and have begged your superiors before but it was to no avail. And now Bada has asked you if she could dance with you? Yeah, you can die happy right after this encounter.
Bada thought before that you're this cutesy idol with a matching cute dance style but she's pleasantly surprised to find out that you could actually do more sensual styles as you both danced to Hwasa's Chili. Bada couldn't help but be confused with her own feelings. She knows she's straight but whenever she looks at you, she can't help but feel attracted to you. It's like a magnet pulling her closer, or you're some kind of drug that she can't seem to get enough of.
After that first encounter, Bada couldn't stop thinking about you. From joining you in your little practices, you joining her classes, going out for coffee together and texting each other until late into the night. Yup, she's falling so hard for you at an alarming rate. She tried to stop herself, she tried to rationalize things in her head but whenever she sees your little texts, or your smile, all those thoughts go right out the window and she finds herself craving more and more of you.
"Can we meet right after your event?" Bada called you one day asking to meet up after you told her you're having a fan meet event. Your company thought it was a good idea to hold some fan meets since you're going to release a new album soon and to bury the issue of you being linked to an actor. You wanted to clear the issue yourself so badly, tell them that you're not dating the actor because you're not into men, no thank you. May they stay as far away from you as possible because the only one that you want is a certain tall dancer who asked you to meet her after your event.
"Yeah sure. Everything okay?" you asked, now concerned. Usually Bada would ask to hang out maybe two days after your events but this time it seemed really urgent and she hasn't been acting herself ever since the issue broke out. You didn't want to assume things but a glimmer of hope sparked in your chest that maybe, just maybe, Bada likes you despite her saying that she's straight. Maybe you manifested your delulu dreams to become true.
"I just need to talk with you about something, really. But don't worry, everything is okay! Good luck with your fan meet, sorry that I couldn't attend. I got some work to do. But I'll definitely see you later." Bada says and you can't help but smile. She's really sweet and supportive towards you, not that you mind. You absolutely love it, it makes you feel special receiving such attention from Bada.
"See you later, Bada." you said and hung up. Your day went on as planned, you met fans and spent time with them but your mind kept wandering to the thing Bada wanted to talk about. What could it be? Hopefully it's not something way too serious.
Meanwhile, Bada is freaking out. She has thought about it again and again and again. She came to accept that fact that first, she's not as straight as she thought she was and second, she's madly in love with you. Though she was content with whatever kind of thing is going on between you and her, the issue with you being linked to an actor made her anxious. Were you just being friendly with her? Did those sweet messages and conversations mean nothing? Those loving looks and lingering touches, were those just her imagination? She felt like she was going insane so she asked to meet up with you after your event.
It seems like time has stopped, everything and everyone else didn't matter when you walked in the café, wearing plain clothes and the cap she gave to you. It always feels like her heart would skip a beat whenever she sees you. That smile of yours would be the end of her.
"Hi! I didn't make you wait too long, did I?" you asked as you sat across from Bada. Your smile widened when you saw that she already ordered your favorite drink and pastry. She really knows what you like and it made you feel all giddy inside.
"No, not at all. You good? You're not too tired aren't you?" Bada asks and you shake your head, smiling at her.
"Me? Too tired? Honey, I always have reserved energy for you." you playfully winked at her and you could see a blush on her cheeks that she tried so hard to hide.
"You and your sweet words.. By the way, how's the issue with the actor? Are you guys really together?" Bada asked and you almost choked on your drink. You playfully glared at her and pouts a bit. Though Bada just wanted to confirm before she confessed her feelings to you. At least it'll hurt less if you say you can't reciprocate your feelings when you're single rather than being rejected because you're dating someone.
"What? No! Dear goodness, no. I'd rather dress as a teletubby than date him or a guy." you blurted out and Bada lets out a sigh of relief before reaching out to hold your hand and looking at you with sincerity. You could feel your heart beating fast. Is this it? Will your daydreams become reality?
"Good.. Because Y/N, I really like you. I know I said I'm straight but I can't help what I feel when I'm around you. As cheesy as it sounds, I could swear I fell in love with you the first time I saw you dancing in that empty practice room in the studio." Bada confessed and you just sat there, shocked and not saying anything at first as the information is sinking in your brain.
"Bada.. About time you confessed! I swear to everything that's holy, I would've tricked you into dating me. I don't know if I should wear a giant banner on my head to notice that I like girls??? And I like you a lot??? Oh my god.." your words just made Bada laugh and she got up from her seat to pull you in for a hug, happy that you feel the same way as her.
"I have lots of questions but I'll ask them later. For now, I just want to hug you and love you.." Bada murmurs against your shoulder. Both your hearts are happy knowing that it's not just a delulu dream but it's now both your reality.
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A Special Woman | Tommy Shelby x Reader (featuring a very special guest)
Request: no - written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s The Grandma Series
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader & a very special guest
Summary: (Y/N)’s big day is made extra special by one of the most important people in her life.
Warnings: none
A/N: ok so there’s a lot of dancing happening here…I didn’t quite mean for it to be such a focal point, but I guess that’s what happens when you write fragments at a time. I hope it’s not overkill for y’all! I also wrote this envisioning it being set in modern times, but it could definitely be read in the PB period as well. Enjoy! :)
A/N 2: I’m sorry it took me sooo long to write this, Mar but I knew that I wanted to participate in this lovely celebration of yours. I hope you like it!!
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“Darling you look wonderful,” the older woman said to her granddaughter. It was probably the fourth time she’d assured her of it. “Stop fussing with your dress,” she then swatted the younger woman’s hands down.
“But what if it’s…”
“But nothing,” (Y/N) was brushed off yet again, “you’re dress is perfect. You’re perfect,” the older woman said as she moved to stand behind her. “Let me fix the back now.”
(Y/N) conceded, allowing her grandmother to work on getting the back of her dress tightened. She stood still as the buttons and ties were done up, her smile widening with each second that passed. This was really happening…soon enough she’d be married.
Her eyebrows furrowed together at the feeling of something cool being draped around her neck. She looked down and noticed that a small, light blue locket was now resting against her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes immediately as she realized exactly which locket this was.
This locket had been in her family since the day that her grandfather draped it around her grandmother’s neck. Inside of it was still a picture of the couple in their younger days. The love that was present between them in that photo still remained all of these years later. (Y/N) hoped that she’d have a love like that with the man she would soon vow to spend the rest of her life with.
“Gram…” she trailed off, getting choked up as she turned to look at the older woman.
“It’ll be your something blue,” her grandmother smiled back at her, “you wear it beautifully.”
“Thank you for allowing me to wear it,” (Y/N) said, wrapping her arms around the other woman then. “You know it’s always been one of my favorite pieces of yours,” she added once they pulled away from each other.
“Maybe I’ll get you one of your own then,” the older woman thought aloud, “you can add a photo of you and Thomas into it.”
The saying of her fiancé’s name was enough to set off butterflies in the bride-to-be’s stomach. She couldn’t help the little giddy dance she did before her grandmother took hold of her arms and squeezed them gently.
“Everything is ready for you now, (Y/N),” the event coordinator announced as she entered the dressing room.
(Y/N) acknowledged the statement before she turned back to her grandmother. The older woman instantly noticed the fact that nerves were seeping into her granddaughter’s features. She wouldn’t let them take over. “Let’s get you married,” she announced, sqeezing the younger woman’s arms once more before she led her out of the dressing room.
(Y/N) met with her mother and father in the lobby, accepting both of their arms so that they could help walk her down the aisle. She sent one last beaming smile to her grandmother, who waved at her before she entered the main area of the chapel to take her seat.
Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves on the dance floor directly after the wedding party introductions were made. They both knew that they’d share their first dance as a way to kick the reception off into full swing. A little bit of a calm before the storm, (Y/N) was calling it.
She enjoyed being held close by her husband. Even though all of their guests’ eyes were on them, she truly felt like she and Tommy were the only two people in the room.
“I’m happy all of that’s over,” Tommy mumbled into her ear, his cheek pressed against hers as they slowly swayed.
(Y/N) just had to pull her face away to see him clearly, her eyes slightly widened. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy our wedding ceremony, Thomas Shelby?” she asked, feigning shock.
Tommy’s lips tugged up into a smirk upon seeing her expression. “Oh I enjoyed it, love,” he assured her, tilting his head to the side and grimacing slightly before he finished his statement, “the attention of our families, not so much.”
A breath of a laugh left (Y/N)’s lips as she ran her hand down the lapel of his suit jacket. “For a man who thrives off of power and attention I must say that I’m quite surprised to hear that.”
“I would’ve been happy with it being just you and I, eloping and then telling our families after the fact.”
“I don’t think our families would have appreciated that,” she commented with a smile.
“Even better,” he grinned, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
“Cake time!” (Y/N)’s mother exclaimed, prompting everyone to turn their attention to the newlyweds where they stood by their wedding cake. It was quite simple, a three-tiered cake that had silver and gold accents throughout its floral decorations.
Tommy and (Y/N) took hold of the cutting knife and together cut a piece of the cake from its bottom tier. Tommy held the plate between the two of them after making sure that (Y/N) had a fork.
“Clean or messy?” he asked, his words quiet enough so that only (Y/N) heard them.
“Clean…” she trailed off, raising her eyebrows and sending him a look that he immediately took as something along the lines of ‘messy later’.
“Cheeky,” he commented, winking at her before they both got a forkful of the cake.
“Whenever you’re ready!” her mom called, making the two remember that their party guests were still crowded around them. If there was one thing that (Y/N) and Tommy had down, it was that they were able to make each other feel as though they were the only people in the room.
The room broke out in applause as they cleanly placed the forkful of cake into each others mouth, and (Y/N) was easily able to distinguish Arthur’s wolf whistle amongst the cheers when Tommy leaned in and kissed her.
It was a bit later in the evening when (Y/N) saw that her grandmother was finally free. She’d been playing the role of social butterfly all night, meshing with Tommy’s family naturally. This may be the only time she was alone, so (Y/N) wasn’t going to wait a moment longer. “I’m going to go have a dance with gram, if that’s alright,” she told Tommy, making to leave the small group conversation they’d been pulled into.
“Go ‘head,” Tommy answered, sending her off with a soft smile.
“Shall we dance?” (Y/N) asked her grandmother as she approached her from the side.
“Oh!” the older woman exclaimed, surprised by the sudden voice. Her surprised expression quickly fizzled into a smile when she noticed who was beside her. “Of course, darling,” she hastily agreed, allowing her granddaughter to take her of her hand and lead her onto the dance floor.
“I see that you’re getting along with Tommy’s family fine,” (Y/N) made conversation as they swayed to the soft song.
“Swimmingly,” her grandmother smiled, glancing off to find Tommy, who was now talking with one of his brothers. “He’s good for you, (Y/N),” she added, looking back to her granddaughter.
“He is,” the younger woman agreed, smiling as she also snuck a glance over where her husband was. Her smile widened as she looked at her grandmother once more. “Thank you for all that you’ve done to help me today, gram,” she said.
“I want only the best for my granddaughter,” the older woman responded, her smile matching (Y/N)’s.
The sound of a throat being cleared made them both look to the side. Tommy was standing there, wearing a smile that made butterflies erupt in (Y/N)’s stomach. “May I steal her for a dance?” he asked, not addressing either of the ladies in particular.
“Of course,” (Y/N)’s grandmother immediately answered, stepping to the side so that he be able to take his bride’s hand.
“No, you,” he clarified, holding his hand out to the older woman.
“Really?” surprise was evident in her voice, “what a gentleman he is,” she then said to her granddaughter.
Tommy winked at his bride before he led her grandmother out onto the dance floor.
(Y/N) had to take a moment as she watched them begin to dance slowly. She quickly realized how grateful she was for those two people swaying out on the floor. She was grateful for Tommy; a man who she could love deeply and be loved deeply by. Those outside of their circle may not think that Tommy Shelby was capable of a love like that, but that was the Tommy Shelby that (Y/N) has the pleasure of knowing.
She was also grateful for her grandmother; a woman who was truly the cornerstone of her family. A woman who taught (Y/N) how to be the woman she is take. Her grandmother was truly special, and (Y/N) knew that without her, she wouldn’t know where she’d be.
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Postnote: it ended rather abruptly there…I didn’t mean for that, but I’ve been hanging onto it for a looong time and wanted it to finally be out in the world. It’s also only loosely edited because…well I wanted to just get it posted already.
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Seen some stuff about Astrid being problematic in the same breath as praising Essek. I know media literacy is tough, but let’s examine.
How is Astrid problematic and Essek isn’t? They both are manipulative when it’s called for. Both are capable of lying, killing, and other untold horrors. Both are incredibly powerful.
One has had a lonely by choice and privileged life as the weird but useful son of the head of a Den.
One has had their identity stripped from them in a way that combines the worst of cults and the military. Tortured, experimented on, changed in ways we don’t even know the extent of.
One has had the pressure of his Den, his mother, his father, his brother, his whole community pressing on him his whole life. He stepped up into the air and took the weight as if it was effortless. He focused his life on study because it was the only thing that gave him worth in this society and it was genuinely what he enjoyed, whatever enjoyment was for him then. He had access to materials, books, almost anything.
One has had the pressure of her community, her background, in her face as she tried to beat the odds. The expectations for her were nothing, but she said fuck that. She studied with nothing, clawed her way into the venerated halls of higher magic learning. She does everything for the Empire, for Trent. She wants success for herself, because that is what gets her approval, keeps her safe.
One is in a position of power in his society. He has the ability to pull strings. He doesn’t think about how his actions impact his community or really anything besides himself. Sure maybe he wants to find something to impair the religion in the region, but it feels like even that starts out as a quest to prove himself right. His life is largely his own, despite the derision of some.
One is continuously tortured, tested, forced to PROVE herself. Cut her hair, stomp out any resistance to her mentor through any means necessary. Find some solace in their two peers. Made to kill their family to prove themselves based on a lie. She is conditioned to fight because who else will protect her country in the dirty, dark ways she has to? She is trying to salvage her sacrifices into a purpose. Bren is one of those sacrifices.
One kills indiscriminately if they get in his way. The man the Nein dropped off at the peace talks? I still remember how sad it was as he tried to piece together his broken mind, a mind Essek broke to save himself.
One kills for their country. Follows orders, kills when they find it necessary to protect those who cannot protect themselves. This is what she believes.
One GAVE AWAY a powerful religious artifact to HIS PEOPLE’S ENEMY. The intent was purely selfish curiosity.
One helped protect and study that artifact to PROTECT her country. The intent is curiosity to assist in her job, protect her country.
One finds the strength to allow himself to be loved and have friends after years of solitude. Because he just never was so fully loved. He finds the strength to let the ultimate time travel power and the knowledge that he was right go. To become comfortable with time he has left.
One finds the strength to listen to one of the only real, genuine relationships she’s ever had. Her first love. A reminder of her younger, hopeful self. She changes. She realizes the lies she’s allowed herself to believe. She finds the strength to not kill her torturer just to kill him. She finds the strength to testify. To promise that no other kids will suffer. Justice. To become comfortable with the time she has left.
One is a he.
One is a she/they.
I wonder what the issue is.
These characters are two sides of the same coin. They are both INCREDIBLY WELL THOUGHT OUT characters. They are more than just paramours of Caleb Widogast.
#critical role#critical role spoilers#cr2#cr3#astrid becke#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#shadowgast#widobecke#character analysis
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The SIL
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It had been a long time since you'd seen your older brother and his much younger wife. They had moved to some nice house in the suburbs after they got married while you stayed behind in a crappy apartment.
She had always been way too good for him. Born a jackass, his only requirements for a wife was someone hot, and someone who did everything for him.
Not only was she the perfect little domesticated housewife, but she was a stunner. Brilliant smile, lustful hazel eyes, long auburn hair... and a huge fucking rack. The first time you met her, you were positive they had to be implants, but after having watched how much they bounced and jiggled when she walked, you realized she had just been blessed by the gods.
Your brother was super fucking lucky.
So once you'd heard he had walked out on her just as she'd delivered twins, you knew it was the right thing to do to check up on her and her babies.
Your brother was an ass for getting her pregnant and then leaving. The least you could to do help put was bring some food over, maybe help out a bit and let Anna know not all men were garbage.
So, casserole in hand, you rang the doorbell.
You heard footsteps at the door, then the sound of someone moving the eye hole to peer through.
"Jack?!"
She opened the door, looking a little embarrassed, and your jaw nearly fell to the floor.
Pregnancy had been extremely kind to Anna. Her breasts appeared to have nearly doubled in size, stretching out the tiny spaghetti strap tank top to the max. The outline of fat, juicy areolas and hard nipples were tantalizing through the near see-through fabric.
She tugged at the shirt, doing her best to keep herself as covered as possible despite spilling out the front and sides of the tank top. "I'm so sorry, I... I wasn't really expecting anyone..."
"It's okay!" You managed to choke the words out, but ripping your eyes away from her massive tits was more impressive. You held up the casserole. "I brought food for you guys."
"Oh my goodness, you're so sweet!" She nearly looked ready to cry. She took you by the hand and led you into the house. "Come on in."
Each step made her nipples bounce and sway despite her top being so tight against her breasts.
She must have been so full of milk...
"So uh... twins, huh? How's that been?" You swallowed hard, sneaking another look at her giant mammaries. Your dick twitched at you noticed small damp spots form at her nipples. "They must be hungry kids..."
"Quadruplets, actually." She put a hand to her breast, checking for milk as more started leaking through her shirt. "And honestly, not hungry enough. I just put them down for a nap after a huge feed, but I... I'm still so engorged... "
Four.
Four kids, this woman was feeding, and she was still leaking from being too full! Your mouth went dry; what you wouldn't give to be able to suck each of those things dry as you fucked her...
You watched as she pulled out her breast pump and pushed a button on it. "Crap... battery still hasn't finished charging..."
She blushed as the damp spots on her shirt started to drip onto the floor. "O-Oh..."
One little squeeze.
That's all it would take. One little squeeze of her swollen breasts, and her milk would have sprayed all over your face and tasted so good...
"I started selling my milk online," she continued. "I had to. Nowhere to store it when you make so fucking much every day..."
"H-How much?"
"Well, after my babies eat, the excess is about..." She trailed off, looking embarrassed. Wincing, she felt her other breast, causing a little to squirt through her shirt. Helplessly, she looked up at you. "About a gallon per breast."
You could have melted.
This woman was a fertility goddess, able to feed four babies, and God only knew how many else with her excess. But she was your sister in law; it would have been totally wrong to do the things you wanted with her.
And there were so many things you wanted... She might have only given birth a short while ago, but she exuded hormones that you knew begged for you to get her pregnant again.
She was in absolute heat, and your body couldn't stop picking up on it.
And if you did try anything... How many times would she let you thrust and put your seed in her as her breasts bounced back and forth? Would her tits get so full of milk it would immobilize her?
With how big they had swollen to in this pregnancy, she wasn't all that far off.
"A gallon, huh?"
She nodded, her breasts jiggling along with her. "And they're just so heavy all the time..." She turned her back to you and backed up. Even from behind, their large masses poked out the sides of her silhouette. "Lift them up for me?"
Your dick throbbed. She was asking you to touch her tits... No. Her voice was a whine, and she was practically begging you to touch them.
You obliged, and hoisted her heavy breasts into your hands. Immediately, she let out a sigh of relief; they felt incredibly heavy as you lifted them up and down, milk sloshing within the confines of her tight skin. Your thumbs rubbed the sides of her flesh, feeling out her glands until your hands were damped by her warm milk. It had streamed down from her teats, which looked even more prominent than before as you looked over her shoulder. Throbbing blue veins darkened her otherwise porcelain flesh.
She must have been super fucking full, ready to burst...
Before you knew what was happening, she spun around and pushed your shoulders downward, forcing you to your knees. The shirt that had already barely fit her to begin with looked like she had grown out of it before your eyes as her milk stretched her engorged tits. She struggled to lift it up and over her breasts, but she managed.
It left you face to face with massive dripping mammaries as you salivated and soaked your boxers with precum.
Biting her lip, she looked down at you in desperation. She leaned forward just enough so her nipple was a mere bredth away from your bottom lip. "Please...?"
You kissed it gently, causing her to let out a soft moan and a spurt of milk. Before you could continue teasing her, she shoved her teat into your mouth.
Immediately, your mouth filled with the sweet milk, and some dribbled down your chin. Rubbing your tongue against her swollen nipple made her cry out again, releasing more sweetness for you to feast upon. And feast you did; sucking, slurping, swallowing, her supply never seemed to end.
You switched breasts, releasing her fat teat with a resounding pop before latching onto the next. You slid your arm between her legs to get a decent balance, and that was when you noticed how wet Anna had gotten.
She rubbed herself against your arm, letting out soft moans. Not only did she need to be milked, but this woman was fucking horny! It only made your cock feel harder, and much more difficult to ignore.
Her body wanted more babies to feed, and by God, you were going to keep fucking her until she had at least twenty.
How the hell did your brother give that up?
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hiiii i just read both of ur madi fics and they're so cute <3 !! would u be comfortable writing smut abt her? maybe smth along the lines of it being their first time together and it's fluffy and cute too ? :)
𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑹𝒀 𓈒 gamer!madi filipowicz x poc!fem!reader ꣑୧
𝜗ϱ i want you off my mind and on me
holding me closer than ever then before.
𝒇𝒂nfiction 𝒔𝒖mmary ; madi was streaming with the sturniolo triplets into you came in and started teasing her while she was in stream.
𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓ating & 𝒘arnings ; fluff and smut, madi & reader are in a relationship, y/n is used like one time, fem!receiving, eating out, dom!reader, sub!madi, pet names (baby, princess,) , squirting, praising, lowercase intended, really fuckin short but ill give u guys a longer fanfiction chat.
⛸️﹒𝒂uthor's 𝒋ournal ; i really hope i did ur request JUSTICEEE also IM BACKKK CHAT but this is so short im so sorry but ill write a long matt fanfic i SWEARRR ఌ︎ ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵
— MADI'S HOUSE: you knew that madi was streaming right now i mean you were on your phone scrolling on tiktok watching her get upset at the littlest things, well maybe little to you but not to madi. but as we were talking about it you were incredibly horny right now you were surprised madi hadn't saw you squeezing ur thighs every five seconds.
“im gonna get a drink” you spoke as you then got up from madi's bed, she mumbling a ”m'okay” as her eyes were stuck on the computer screen and you went to the kitchen bored and horny out of your mind. you poured yourself a glass of orange juice and took tiny sips trying to think of anything else other than madi, you never had sex you've known that but you did know somewhat of the concept. i mean who didn't, besides from horny teenagers.
you took another sip from the glass and another then another to the point where the glass was empty and you put the glass in the sink. you messed with the strings of your shorts as you had the need to go to the restroom and you walked over to the door to the bathroom and did whatever business you needed to do. after a few minutes you washed your hands and went back to madi's room
at this point you were just going to go all for it you were going to have sex with madi, i mean you've never done this but maybe just maybe it'll be like one of those valentines first time. yeah right, you then went back to the room and flopped on the bed trying to keep your eyes away from madi cause what if she wasn't ready for it? what if she freaks out and doesn't speak to you? it was a whole bunch of overthinking
you just went all for it and got up from the bed and put your hands on madi's shoulders which were really stiff and she realized this at that moment when you started to put your hands on her shoulders, she muted herself and took off her headphones following with ”what's up?”
“oh nothing baby,” you spoke in a soft tone and madi softly nodded before fixing her hair and putting her headphones back on. you then went under her desk and put ur hands where her zipper was on her pants and she put her hands on yours. she muted herself and started to speak with a soft tone.
”um i actually never done this before.” which made you actually smile a bit “it's okay ive never done this before too just tell me when it's to much.” madi's head turned to the computer where she was streaming and unmuted herself following with a “hey im gonna log off, im really tired.” and mainly nick was the dramatic one of being disappointed of her logging off but they said their goodnights and she turned off the computer.
”i actually don't want ur first time to be under a desk,” you laughed then got out from from under the desk and went over to the bed which madi followed you as she stood by the corner of the bed madi started unzipping her jeans and took off her pants as well with her panties. you starting to take off your spongebob shorts as well as your tank top whenever she got on the bed and laid back then your hands traveled up to her soft cold thighs which made her scrunch her nose a bit from the cold sensation.
you took off her shirt leaving her in her black colored bra and you looked at her ”you're so beautiful” which made her cheeks flush ”shut up” she giggled a bit then you unclasped her bra leaving her completely bare. madi nodded at you which made you start to suck on her left boob your tongue flicking her nipple with each lick and suck you were doing. switching to her other boob doing the same thing and madi's soft moans echoing the room with how you were carefully taking care of her, after a while your mouth made a pop sound after you stopped sucking.
then following with you going down and starting to suck on her clit as your cold ringed hands went up and down on her thighs which made her head tilt back and make a soft moan come out of her mouth, you kept on sucking but started to suck at a fast pace and made madi grip onto her sheets, whimpering as you did so. the sounds she was making was making you squeeze your thighs together and you stopped gripping madi's thighs and you started fingering yourself, taking one finger inside your pussy then another and another.
”oh fuck! oh fuck!!” madi's gripped the sheets tighter as your moans were vibrating through madi's pussy while you started to suck her clit and finger yourself faster you were easily making madi reach her orgasm and also yours. your nose pressing against her clit was the last straw to get her to cum, ”im gonna!, fuck fuck please.” her whimpering and plead's sounded so desperate you felt sorta bad for her. ”cum with me princess cmon you can do it.” you never done the dirty tall before but hey if she hates it then it'll be a one time thing. but you were certainly wrong madi's moans became louder and she kept moaning about how she was close you then bit your lip as you held back ur moans but that didn't do you any favors and you started to suck faster while your whimpers and moans were vibrating in her pussy which that was the last straw for madi and you and her both instantly came.
as her breathing was slowing down and she was finally calming down you pressed a finger into madi which made her yell out ”oh fuck!” and you started pumping two fingers inside of her while she kept on whimpering and moaning probably to loud for the neighbors but who cared at that moment. ”you're doing so good princess, c'mon.” you spoke as you inserted another finger into her and felt her clench which told you she was close. you kept on pumping those three fingers, until it turned into four fingers. “m'close m'close!” madi yelled out before madi covered her mouth and squirted everywhere.
you then looked at madi as you took ur fingers out of her and went to the bathroom to get toilet paper, wiping your hands and then grabbing another one. you went to madi and cleaned her off, looking up at those doe eyes she had. ”you okay?” you spoke with a soft tone since she was just recovering from that whole thing which made her smile and she nodded ”m'just tired.” you hummed in response and laid down next to her, grabbing the blankets and covering it the both of you guys.
madi then put her head on your chest as you played with her hair making her eyes slowly close with how your nails were digging into her scalp softly, ”soo how was it?” she hummed a small 'good' which you noticed from how sleepy madi was from that whole scenario. you kissed the top of her forehead and said goodnight before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.
⛸️﹒𝒂uthor's 𝒋ournal ; how do u end smut fanfictions im literally going insane rn also if i messed up KEEP THAT TO URSELF.
#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x you#nick sturniolo#madi filipowicz#write more about madi filipowicz please.#madi filipowicz x fem reader#madi filipowicz x you#madi filipowicz x reader
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I hate both classmates lol 😭
I personally LOVE rejection fics so now I think we all need a fic where reader dislikes both of them lol. She has a better temper with the second one(the more submissive one) but absolutely DESPISES the first classmate. He is so annoying bro 😭 if someone broke into my house and then drew photos of me submitting to them I would report that shit to the school and the police on god. Now the second classmate she just doesn’t like because of his appearance primarily. She isn’t a fan of his shaggy hair, or his piercing, or the way he dresses, he’s also too short for her. She’s cool with him though, even if she won’t go out of her way to talk to him.
tbh if the guys I wrote about were real I would hate them too! I think I have a couple of fics where yall are gonna absolutely HATE the yandere 🤷🏻♀️ and I have a fic where it’s yandere x yandere and dads best friend x yandere you.
Yandere Classmate
(the submissive one)
You just weren’t interested, period. He decided to confess his feelings for you on the last day of school, hoping that maybe you would like him back, and that you two could start dating. But he felt his heart drop when your expression was stoic. You started to say how you really only think of him as “that guy from math class” or “that guy that always sits near me at lunch”
His face slowly turned pink as he realized you weren’t returning his affections, and he nervously played with his backpack straps. Thankfully the hallways were empty and no one could see him slowly slide down the wall, and sit on the ground in sorrow. After all the years of pining after you… he still wouldn’t say that he wasted his time.
During the summer, he begrudgingly had to go to work. He previously got a job at your favorite ice cream shop, and now he had to actually work. Shit. He had his little ridiculous cone hat on, and a pink and brown stripped shirt with a little name tag in the corner. When he sees you walking around with your friends and you passed the parlor a couple of times, he had to duck down. He was suddenly embarrassed and self aware of what he had done. He confessed, you didn’t like him back and only saw him as a “friend”, and now he has to serve a bunch of whiny kids for the rest of the summer.
He was underneath the counter- just gripping onto his apron in hopes that you wouldn’t fancy an ice cream on a hot summer day.
Yandere Classmate
(the popular one that is the yearbook club leader)
He thought it would’ve been an obvious yes. His hands tightly gripped at the paper he was holding and he had to fake a smile. You outright rejected him in front of the whole school, and he was just trying to ask you to prom. His shoulders are tense as you walk off- not even sending a single glance back at him. His friends surround him and pat him on the back, saying that it was your loss anyways.
After school, your classmate avoided the hallway where you rejected him. Just the memories of that was enough to make him shrink back into his shell. He wanted to see you again, however, you really really did not like him. So what does he do? Get a job at your favorite ice cream place.
Your classmate rolled his eyes as his coworker hid underneath the counter whenever you walked past. He heard that fucker tried to confess his feelings to you too, so he’s a bit bitter having to work with him.
Your classmate perked up as you walked over to the parlor, an automatic smile on his face and he ignored how his coworker popped up from his spot too. Both men were now staring at you. One was a little shy and avoiding eye contact, the other was giving too much eye contact.
You both watch as the yanderes worked in a fervor trying to scoop up the ice cream you wanted. The men having to shove each other out of the way, and the popular one managed to be the winner of that front. However, the loner managed to wack his knee with the ice cream scooper.
In the end both men are panting and hold the ice cream in your face. They say that it’s free of charge, and you happily take the two ice creams.
#Allurilove asks#Allurilove yandere writing#rejecting BOTH of the yandere classmates!#they both fight for you#yandere classmates both meet each other#male yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x you
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Hello!! I really loved your cartman and reader who’s like his sister headcanons so i had a similar request
could you write another wholesome headcanons for a female reader who treats karen like her little sister? the reader only had brothers so karen is like her adoptive younger sister, and how would kenny react?? maybe he also has a crush on her? sorry if it’s too much <33
Karen McCormick w/ Fem!Reader who treats her like a younger sister
a/n: ty for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this and I love Karen, she and her brothers deserve sm better :C I hope you like it 🎉🎉 (reader is in highschool & karen is 12-13)
• growing up with brothers was a struggle to say the least
• it’s not like you didn’t love them or anything, you just found yourself yearning for a sisterly bond
• so when you first met karen you instantly felt a connection and took on the role as the protective older sister 💪😤
• you met her at the park one day, she seemed really upset so you approached her and asked if she was okay
"my friends ditched me to go shopping, they said I couldn't come because I wouldn’t even be able to buy anything..."
“……do you want me to beat them up"
• ngl you probably freaked her out a bit at first LMAO
• she’s like ??? who are you???
• the only reason you recognised her was because she’s related to kenny. and even then, you barely spoke to him so it took you a little while to realize who she was
• to cheer her up, you took her to go shopping by yourselves. you willingly payed for whatever she wanted (though she argued that you didn't have to). and from that day on, you found yourselves hanging out frequently
• karen was definitely unsure at first, she’s never had an older female friend before so she didn’t know how to behave.
• but as time went on she started to open up, and before you knew it, you were having deep conversations and learnt a lot about her
• you occasionally invite her over to your place. and you have a girls night! giving each other makeovers, playing video games and watching horror movies is the usual routine
• since karen is also in the same sister-less situation as you, she will go to you for advice if it’s something she doesn’t want to talk to kenny about
• driving around mindlessly while blasting music is another fun activity you and karen enjoy (you jokingly follow people around town and make them think you guys are stalkers 🤭)
“isn’t that Clyde Donovan?”
“yah I think so”
“let’s follow him next”
“good idea 🫡”
• you then proceeded to follow him around until he took off running and squealing
• going over to her house is a rare occurrence, and it only ever happens when nobody else is there. you suspect that it’s because of her parents
• she only told you a little about them, but from what you heard they weren't very good people. luckily she has her older brother to take care of her, even though you didn't know kenny very well it sounded like karen really admired him
• speaking of kenny… karen constantly begs you to become friends with him. the conversation usually goes like this;
“you guys would be such good friends!! and then you can fall in love, get married and have babies so I can be a cool auntie!!!”
“…”
“😇”
“what! 😃”
• you do eventually run into kenny one day when you’re dropping karen off at home and he waits until karen can’t hear to thank you for everything
• you suddenly start seeing him a lot more after that encounter, getting to know him as well (karen teases you whenever she sees you two hanging out)
• he also joins you two whenever you’re at their house, and you manage to force him into modelling with you doing his makeup and karen paints his nails (he claims that he’s only doing it for karen but in all honesty he just likes spending time with you)
• sometimes when it’s a nice night out, you’ll take karen out to go stargazing
• you find a nice spot somewhere just out of town and you lay down either on the top of your car or on the grass
• pointing out silly imaginary constellations and giggling about them until you get tired and go back home
• you couldn’t wish for a better sister 🫶
#south park x reader#sp x reader#kenny mccormick x reader#kenny x reader#karen mccormick#kenny mccormick#headcanons#south park headcanons#wholesome#platonic
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Drinks
ZORO x READER! FLUFF! (KEEP SENDING REQUESTS)
The crew was celebrating your escape from the Navy. Everyone was dancing, laughing, and drinking. You sat by the bar staring at a particular moss headed man.
You noticed his eyes glance over to you, causing you to jump and avert your eyes. “Zoro is looking cute today, huh?” Nami asked, causing you to flip your head around. “H-Huh?” You stuttered. “You can’t hide it from me, besides it looked like you were trying to fuck him with your eyes,” Nami laughed.
You felt your face heat up, you tried to ignore your friend’s question as you took a sip from your water. “Oh come on (Y/N), don’t be so stiff,” she laughed. “ I don’t know. I just got so awkward around him. The last time we were alone, I tripped over myself and landed in a puddle of mud…” you groaned as your head hit the bar table. “O-Oh come on, that's not so ba-” You cut her off. “Another time a bird pooped on my head… Then at the last island I dropped my coconut drink on him. Then there was another time where-” Nami stopped you. “Ok… so I see that there’s been a few hiccups in the past,” she sighed.
“A few?” you raised an eyebrow. “A lot, there’s been a lot. Even so, you can’t give up! My gut tells me that he likes you back,” she said as she nudged you with her shoulder. “I don’t know Nami… besides kinda seems like the universe is giving me clear signs to stay away,” you sighed as you took a sip of your water. “Oh come on! Don’t give up so easily, take a few drinks! Get loose a little bit,” she encouraged you.
“You know I don’t drink,” you replied. “It’s not that bad, you just haven’t found your drink,” she winked. “Whatever, if you can find a good enough drink for me then why not… besides, it’s not like I can embarrass myself even more in front of him. I fell face first onto Sanji’s pie in front of him… It was on the dining room table,” you groaned. “That’s the spirit!” She smiled.
You turned your back to Nami as she began experimenting in the bar. Your eyes scanned the deck, trying to find the swordsman. You sipped some water to look a bit more conspicuous. “Whatcha looking for?” A deep voice boomed beside you. You choked on your water, you looked to your left and noticed Zoro a few seats away at the bar with a bottle of sake. You gulped, did he hear your conversation with Nami?? Wait… when did he even get here?
“J-Just looking around,” you squeaked. “Mmmm,” he grumbled. He stood up and sat in the set next to you, oh god- “Here you go! I know how much you like coconut, so I tried to make it tropical,” Nami smiled proudly as she handed you a drink. “Oh hey Zoro, when did you get here?” She asked. “About a minute ago,” he replied. You let out an internal sigh of relief.
“You’re drinking?” He asked as he sipped from his cup. “N-Nami wanted to help me find a drink that I might like…” you trailed off. “Well, try it!” Nami said. You slowly took the cup to your lips and sipped it. “Oh wow!” you beamed. “You like it?” Nami smiled. “Yeah, it’s really good!” You said before sipping the whole drink. “Oh wow! Maybe you were meant to be a drinker, that was fast!” Nami smiled. “I think you should cool it a little, don’t want to have to end up carrying you to your bed,” Zoro said as he poured himself another cup.
You stared back at Nami. Her eyes told you exactly what she’s thinking. You shook your head slightly as you saw her devilish grin grow. “Oh come on Zoro~” she cooed. Oh god. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid she’ll drink you under the table?” She smiled slyly. “No, but I’d hate for her to have a bad first drinking experience,” he said. You smiled at his comment. “Alright, you make a great point, but before I leave I’ll make (Y/N) one more drink,” she said. You smiled, glad that Nami didn’t follow through with her crazy plan.
She handed you another drink before going back with the rest of the crew. You waved goodbye and turned back to the bar, realizing you were now alone with Zoro. “Mind if I have a sip?” he asked. You nodded and slowly handed him the drink, feeling your face heat up as he sipped from your straw. “Hey that’s not too bad, really sweet, but pretty good,” he smiled softly. If you could melt from a smile, you’d be a puddle.
You nodded and retrieved the drink from him. You began to sip the drink slowly. “I guess this means we can be drinking partners now,” he chuckled. “Sounds nice, until you drink me under the table,” you smiled. “Nah, today you’re starting slow. Maybe later on I’ll be the one trying to catch up,” he said. You smiled widely, you’re actually doing it! You’re having an actual conversation with him! Thank you Nami, thank you-
You felt a soft strange wave flow through you. “Oh umm… I’ll be back. I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you said. “Alright, I’ll be here,” he replied. You slowly stood up and felt your knees buckle. “Woah! You alright?” Zoro asked as he swooped in and wrapped his arm around you.
You felt slightly dizzy, not sick, but strange. “S-Sorry, I just feel weird,” you hiccuped. You looked up to Zoro and noticed a light blush across his cheeks. Probably from the drinking. “Alright, looks like we found out you’re a lightweight,” he said slowly. “Oh no… does that mean we can’t be drinking partners anymore?” You said, easily able to say whatever’s on your mind. “O-Oh well… we can,” he cleared his throat. “Really? That makes me so happy!” You beamed.
“L-Let’s get you to your bed,” He stuttered. “Whaat? Why? Aren’t we having fun?” You asked as you threw your arms around his neck. “W-We are,” he said, his blush growing to his ears. “So don’t take me to bed… Let’s drink more~” you cooed. “I think we should really-” you cut him off. “Please Zoro? One more drink?” You pouted. He gulped, his arms still wrapped around you. “W-Well…” he trailed off.
Your eyes scanned his face, then down his neck, and finally to a part of his exposed chest. You ran your fingers down his chest. “You’re so strong Zoro. I like strong guys,” you smiled. You watched through your fuzzy vision his face explode into a deep red tone. “D-D-Do you? I-I didn’t k-know…” he stuttered.
You laughed at his reaction, “You’re pretty cute too,” you added. “A-Alright let’s get you to bed!” he said as he lifted you over his shoulder. “Wee!” you grinned. “So strong~ You’re so cool Zoro,” you smiled as you were carried off. You passed Nami who gave you a thumbs up. You waved in return before seeing your door close behind you.
You were softly tossed onto your bed, “We got here so fast,” you said. “Yep, now rest up… I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he said as he headed to the door. “Whaat? Noo, you can’t leave me! Stay with me!” You pleaded as you latched onto his arm. “Huh?” He asked. “Please! It’ll be boring all alone,” you replied. You dragged him towards your bed, and softly pushed him back onto the sheets.
“Since when were you so strong?” He asked. You laughed, and pounced on top of him. “(Y-Y/N)?” He asked. “I got you! Now you have to stay with me,” you smiled. “God… alright then…” he sighed as he slowly sat up. “Really? Ok!” you grinned. “Ok let’s get ready for bed,” you said as you wobbled over to your dresser. You grabbed a T-Shirt and some shorts and walked back over to Zoro.
“W-What are you doing?” He asked. “Changing into my PJ’s, duh,” you replied with a raised eyebrow. “Oh well let me-” he stopped. You quickly began undressing, removing your top and bottoms, leaving yourself in your undergarments. You looked over to Zoro who was as red as a tomato. “It looks like you have smoke coming out of your ears,” you laughed. “Uh-huh…” he said defeatedly.
You quickly changed and then stood in front of Zoro, who was still recovering from who knows what. You smiled and plopped into bed, patting the empty space beside you. “Let’s go to bed?” You asked. “Yeah…” he sighed. He slowly laid down beside you and you quickly scooted into his chest.
“Who would’ve known you were secretly a flirt like the cook,” he mumbled. “Only to you,” you whispered. You suddenly heard his heart rate pick up, you laughed. “Goodnight Zoro,” you smiled. “N-Night,” he replied.
… Morning…
You slowly woke up to a pounding headache. “God, my head won’t stop ringing,” you groaned as you rubbed your temples. “Where’s my pillow?” You asked yourself, and reached beside you for one. Instead feeling a warm body beside you. You snapped your head to the person beside and saw Zoro. You instantly blow a fuse, “W-What’s he doing here?” You asked yourself.
“You told me to stay the night,” he quickly responded. You squeaked in response. “Don’t get all nervous now… What happened to the flirtatious girl from last night?” He smirked. “H-Huh?” You asked, thinking hard and remembering fragments of last night. “Oh god…” you groaned as you fell back onto the bed beside him. “I’m sorry…” you said sheepishly. “It’s fine, but… don’t drink with anyone other than me from now on. You got that?” He asked as he rolled over to face you. “Huh?” You asked him. “You said you’re only flirty with me when you drink, and it’s going to stay that way,” he said as he wrapped an arm around you.
“O-Ok,” you blushed.
#anime fanfic#fluff#x reader#anime#fanfic#one piece fluff#one piece x y/n#one piece#one piece x reader#zoro x reader#one piece zoro#ronoroa zoro#roronoa zoro#zoro one piece#Zoro fluff#oneshot
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The Amazing Digital Circus and Escapism
A/N: Just watched and I LOOVEEEE cooking theories for these kinda of Youtube Series even if they turn out to be wrong so Heres the incomprehensible youtube comment I made just now bye
I like to put preliminary theories for series like this and my theory for this is that the circus is some kind of representation of escapism and/or maladaptive daydreaming
1. There's a shit ton of religious symbolism, maybe suggesting that the circus is supposed to be “heaven” although it has underlying hellish elements. For example, cain being portrayed as god and the fact that he doesn’t seem to really get why anyone would want to leave. In contrast, his name references the brother of abel who was cursed by god for his jealous rage. Not only this but, how everything is generally upbeat but there are momentary mental breaks when they are brought back to reality.
2. Reality is often blurred: The characters are real people but its suggested the lines are easily blurred like in the fact that pomni gets attached to a character that was never real to begin with or the fact that cain hints that it can be hard to tell the difference between real characters and npcs
3. Anecdotal but the fact that everyone seems to have a different vision for how the adventures should be played out: Jax wants action and violence, ragatha just wants something stimulating and pomni wants something comforting; the fact that jax gets upset when his vision isn't fulfilled feels very similar to mishaps when maladaptive daydreaming
4. Glitches and the video game setting overall: Idk if its just me but in maladaptive daydreaming its very easy for the mind to wander or mess up, causing a “glitch” in the story which I think is very similar to the glitches in the show
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5. The concept of VR itself is pretty much one step away from active escapism and although a bit of a stretch, I think the fact that the characters can’t take off their headset references their unwillingness to live in reality rather than actually being forced
6. Character behavior: How pomni goes from extremely weirded out to accepting and even slightly enjoying the circus feels very reminiscent of how it feels to first start maladaptive daydreaming as its an entirely odd thing to do but when you get into it it turns out to be fun and you keep doing it for hours. Ragatha is also interesting because she seems to ignore reality in favor of keeping herself sane, even ignoring devastating truths she realizes when she moves on from her mental breaks so quickly which is pretty much what maladaptive daydreaming is.
7. Exit: When pomni makes it to the exit and sees the desk setup with the headset, she began to lose her mind and instead of going forward to the next door she started going back (i think). I think this was her momentarily remembering how she felt like nothing in real life but in the circus she could be the main character (i think she struggled with feeling like nothing in the real world because of how much she brings it up and sympathizes with gummigoo, probably feeling like an npc irl) though either way she leaves the scene, likely not wanting to remember how her life was before.
8. Abstraction: Since we haven’t seen much of it Im still not completely sure but if I had to guess— I think abstraction is when you completely separate yourself from reality and live in a daydream full time since abstraction means “The quality of dealing with ideas rather than events” which is pretty much what escapism is; I think abstraction is likely a state of complete delusion as is hinted in the show by saying people who abstract are crazy
Overall I think the digital circus is probably either about escapism in general and/or a commentary on how we distract ourselves from serious topics almost as if we are children protecting ourselves from real life.
#the amazing digital circus#digital circus#amazing digital circus#tadc pomni#tadc#tadc jax#tadc ragatha#tadc theory#tadc caine#tadc gangle#tadc kinger#tadc zooble#ITS SO GOODDDD#I need a new episode NEOW (i just watched the new one)#I didnt research much into this but#just watching for the first time this is what I thought
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You Would do That for Me? - Pt. 4
Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!fem!reader
Summary: Its finally Friday and Peter isn’t expecting what happens at your house.
Warnings: Mentions of physical assault (not in this chapter), Slight verbal bullying, swearing, suggestive (just a bit)
Word Count: 3.8k
a/n: Hello! Sorry this took so long, life has been crazy. I hope you like this part! Its getting exiting and the next part should be, if i write it correctly, more exciting. Enjoy!!
Thoughts = “Italicized dialogue”
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
After everything that happened during first period, Peter puts aside his work during his study hall to wrap his head around it. There is no way that what happened actually happened. Peter is stunned but finds it all hilarious at the same time.
“What does this mean for us?” He thought. “Or maybe I’m looking too deeply into this…” Peter doesn’t want to admit how you defending him warms his heart and sends butterflies swarming in his stomach. He admires how you could be so brave, so bold without a mask. Without his mask he doubts he could do half the things he does as Spiderman. Not that you knew he was Spiderman, oh no. You don’t know, and he plans on it staying that way, at least for as long as he can.
He can’t imagine what would happen if you found out. What if- what if you got hurt, or- or die- No. He can’t think like that. You’re safe, everyone is safe. Besides, if you do find out, in some miraculous way, he assumes you’ll be pissed he didn’t tell you, but the whole hero thing won’t be new to you. For now, he pushes those “what ifs” out of his brain.
“I still can’t believe she said all that to defend me.” Peter thinks blushing with a giddy heart warmed smile. “God, she’s amazing.”
He's astounded that anyone would do something like that for him. Sure, MJ and Ned did it too, but not in the way you defend him. He feels bad for feeling like this, but he just feels like there from different places, and they mean different things. Like you feel the need to defend him.
Peter doesn’t know if this should or will shift something in your relationship with him. But if something were to shift, he wants it to be for better, not in an awkward way. He wants this “relationship” to be just as healthy as a real one.
“For now, I guess, I’ll wait for her to talk about what happened. And when we do talk, I can say that this is what we both wanted. I can reassure both of us. It’ll be fine.” Peter concludes, just as the bell rings. He stands from his desk and heads over to the doors.
As he walks out of the class, he can feel all eyes on him. It messes with his senses and leaves him on edge. He just keeps walking. Even when he hears people whisper his name and yours and then some curse of astonishment. His hands tighten into fists as he holds onto the straps of his school bag.
He feels a person walking up next to him silently and before he looks he can tell it’s you. Maybe it’s your perfume, or maybe it's just that happy feeling he gets in his heart when you're close.
He glances over to you and a small smile graces his lips. You both walk in silence. That is until Peter, with his enhanced hearing, overhears someone say something about Peter and you. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from curling into a ball in the middle of the hallway.
“Peter?” You ask and he whips his head to listen to you. “I just wanted to apologize about what I said in our first period.”
“Oh.” Peter thinks, relieved that this conversation didn’t have to wait too long. He decides to lighten your anxious mood, and makes a stupid joke.
“What? That you think Luke Skywalker is lame? Because, really Y/n it doesn’t bother me as much as I led on.” Peter says with a smile. You smile at his comment.
“No, I mean with Flash. I realize we should have talked about it before I told him, because now everyone knows." You utter quietly. Peter hums, thinking of how to respond in a way that shows you he doesn’t mind but also doesn’t show you that he thought what you said and did was incredible and brave and amazing and-
“And also all the other stuff I said when he was there." You add on quickly. Peter stays quiet, still contemplating what to say. Finally, he comes up with a good response.
"It's fine Y/n. Honestly it was really cool of you to do that for me." Peter is surprised at how cool and calm he sounds, because on the inside he’s got butterflies invading every corner of his stomach.
“Really?” You ask a little surprised.
"Yeah, and I mean, this is what we wanted right? Everyone to know?" He tries, repeating what he’s been telling himself all day.
A thought passes over him like a wave slapping him in the face. “Ask her about the thing,” he thinks to himself. “Now is the perfect time.” He reasons, as he gathers up the courage to ask you.
"On that thought, I can't remember, umm, how do I say this?" Suddenly his tone switches to one of seriousness.
"You know how you are helping me with Flash?" Peter whispers so no one in the hallway will hear him. His brows furrow as his face fills with concern.
"Well, I feel like a real ass for not remembering, but what exactly am I trying to help-"
The ringing of the bell cuts him off, annoyingly. He watches as you pull your phone out quickly checking the screen. And you give him an apologetic smile.
"Can we talk later? I have a history test to get to." You say, and he can tell you don’t want to leave. He knows you feel bad. But he also understands how important tests are and sighs sadly.
"Oh, umm yeah, of course." Peter mumbles out, he’s annoyed and a little disappointed but gets it.
"See you later." He says you both walk to your classrooms. He’ll just have to ask you about it later. But soon. He promises himself. Just in case he’s helping you with something bigger than what you're helping him with. That’s what scares him. But as he continues walking he tries to reassure himself.
”oh, good luck!” Peter awkwardly calls after you. People eye him with second hand embarrassment. He rubs the back of his neck, sighing
“Look, it's the smartass’s new boyfriend, penis Parker.” Peter hears someone whisper and then giggles follow. He dips his head, trying to sink into the floor. God, he hates how mean people are. He doesn’t care about himself, he's used to the dumbass nicknames. But for someone to make fun of you makes his blood boil. You’re too kind and- and pretty to be made fun of. He doesn’t understand.
Peter wills himself to let it go as he walks to his next class.
——
He really can’t believe how well he handled that conversation. He guesses that taking time out of study helped. But, when he tries to ask you the question again, you have another thing to get to. Peter tries not to dwell on it too much, not wanting to jump to conclusions.
When Peter gets on the subway, Ned starts up a conversation in the group chat with MJ, you, and him. After it's done, all he gets out of it is that you’re all going to be watching a horror movie, and that well, as MJ puts it, he can cuddle up with you when he's scared. He blushes so uncomfortably on the subway, his heart beating super fast, he swears other people can hear it, but he makes sure to play it off cool.
Peter eventually makes his way to his usual alley. There he changes into his Spiderman suit. Peter quickly webs his backpack to the brick wall of the alleyway. He’s learned from past experiences to try his best to get it higher up so it has a smaller chance of getting stolen. Aunt May talks his ear off every time he tells her he needs a new one, Spiderman activities, or not.
When his backpack is secure and his suit is on right he smiles. Peter shoots a web up to the top of the building and propels himself up. When he gets to the roof of the building he sighs, contently.
Being Spiderman makes Peter feel worth something. It feels good helping others. That's why he wants to help you. Or find out what you need help with. He cares about you, not just as a friend, not just as a crush, but as a person. I mean, how could he not care about you? You're perfect in his eyes. You’re smart, you're funny, you're witty, you stand your ground, you're pretty and you have a kind heart. He can’t even imagine a more perfect human being. And even better, you tolerate his shit.
He can’t believe that he’s in this situation with you, it makes his head spin. It makes butterflies erupt in his stomach. It makes him smile like a schoolgirl. It's honestly embarrassing to blush as much as he does around you. He wonders what you’re doing. He always does, really.
Peter looks out at the city from his high stoop on the edge of the building. He watches the people pass, he watches lives being lived. These are his people, the people he’s promised to protect.
During his patrol, Peter manages to stop a couple muggers, petty thieves and help a mother unload her groceries. Usually the ‘big bad guys’ come out later, when the night sky can hide their crimes, as Peter sees it.
Peter swings all over Manhattan, by the end of his rounds around the city he feels his body flood with exhaustion. He sigh in slight annoyance, the nuisance of having to deal with grumpy New Yorkers all day will leave a sour taste in anyone's mouth.
When Peter lands in the same alley he was in just a couple hours early he finds his backpack still webbed to the brick wall. He climbs up the wall, unwebs his bag, and jumps to the ground. He quickly changes out of his outfit and into his clothes from earlier. The awkwardness of being in his boxers in the middle of a New York alley has begun to dull out. After a homeless man saw, laughed, and then whistled a mock, and walked away, Peter was pretty immune to the flush of his cheeks.
Peter wings his bag onto his shoulder and saunters out of the alley, his headphones secure in his ears. He shuffles the songs in his playlist, and the song lands on one that reminds him of you. His lips quirk up. He’s not so annoyed anymore.
That is until he remembers the hours of homework he's walking home to.
——
The next day of school goes by with no hitches. Aside from the occasional odd look from passersby in the hallway. You and Peter manage to keep up your cover, undisturbed by Flash. But when Peter walked by Flash during first period, Flash immediately turned away in embarrassment. Peter smiled at the fact Flash was too shy to look Peter in the eyes.
Along with that, in every class you had with Peter, he felt your eyes on him. He tried to ignore it, assuming you’re lost in thought about more ways to make the relationship believable. He didn't want to jump to conclusions. Conclusions like: You were staring at him because you might actually have feelings for him that run deeper than just friends. But again, he had to stop himself from thinking like that. Because you couldn’t like him like that. Right?
It's Friday so, todays the day. Movies night at your house. Peter's eyes were drawn to the clock in every class he sat in. He couldn’t stop the bouncing of his foot, waiting for the final bell to ring. And then to meet you with you and both of your friends outside the building. You told them that Happy was going to pick you all up and drive you to your house.
When the final bell rings, Peter jumps out of his seat. He almost trips over the sluggishly moving people in front of him. But Peter swiftly maneuvers through the crowd of tired teenages and to his locker to collect his things.
Moving quickly, Peter stuffs his books into his bag before zipping to the doors of the school. He finds you and MJ already standing there talking. Peter dashes over, slightly out of breath.
”Hey,” He says as he waves to both you and MJ.
”What's up with you?” MJ asks, “did you just come from gym?” She asks as she chuckles. You smile too, and Peter finds his eyes drawn to you, longer than anyone normally should look at someone. But you don’t seem to mind, too lost in your own thoughts.
MJ sure notices both of you staring breathlessly at each other. She just scoffs playfully and shakes her head with a laugh.
“You two are too much,” She huffs out. “Get a room!” She says as she shoves you.
“What?” You ask as you turn to the sound of her voice, seemingly snapping out of your thoughts. And along with you Peter.
“Save that for later at the house, love birds.” MJ adds as she snaps her fingers in front of you and Peter's faces, making sure she's snapped you both out of your little trances.
“S-sorry,” Peter says as he blushes. He can’t believe she said that out loud, and with such ease. MJ just rolls her eyes.
Ned eventually joins us and soon after Happy pulls up to the front of the school. You call everyone over.
”Oh, look, Happy’s here.” You comment as you trudge over. “Sit wherever, just no shotgun, Happy hates that.” You chuckle as you pull open the door for everyone to get in.
Ned gasps as he hops in. There's two rows of seats facing each other in the back of the car. MJs eyes widen, impressed, as she follows Ned in the car.
“Damn Y/n,” Ned starts, “Sometimes I forget you're rich.” He says as he runs his hands over the leather seating. You smile awkwardly and you and Peter climb in.
“Yeah, me too.” You comment quietly as you pull your seatbelt on.
”Hey kids, you better not make a mess back there” Happy scolds you all, making himself known as he pulls out of the school.
”Hey Happs.” Peter calls with a small smile.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Happy asks as he rolls his eyes. He then closes the divider between the back and the front of the car.
”Wait, you know Happy?” You ask, turning to Peter. You look really confused. He stutters for a second. You can’t find out that he's Spiderman. He won’t let you. He promised himself he wouldn’t. Especially with MJ in the car, she doesn’t know either. Oh god, what does he say? He just stares at you unsure. What does he say?
“He works for your dad as an intern, remember?” Ned chimes in. Peter swears he's a god sent. How did he forget about that? During freshman year it was basically his entire personality. Ned glances at him, letting him know he has Peters back. Peter lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding back.
”Right, that.” He says quietly looking at Ned.
”Oh shit, yeah, sorry I forgot.” You apologize, giving Peter a small smile, which he returns.
“How could you Y/n? It's where he gets his bragging rights.” MJ says as she rolls her eyes.
”That is, after you,” Peter adds on. “After all, if anyone should get bragging rights it should be the daughter of Tony Stark, not his intern.”
“Please, my dad does all the bragging for me.” You joke with a smirk and shake your head. Everyone laughs with you. Peter can’t believe you looked past his hesitation after the question you asked. He's just glad Ned was there to save the day.
Happy pulls up to the house in upstate New York and you can hear Ned, once again gasping. Ned practically presses his face against the glass.
“God, you live so far.” MJ says as she pushes open the door.
“I know,” You breathe out. “Sometimes I wish we had stayed in the Avengers tower.”
“That would be sick.” Ned grins from ear to ear. You all shuffle out of the car.
“Bye, Happy, thanks for the ride.” You wave to him through the glass. Everyone echos with their own version of your words. Peter waves to Happy and Happy waves back before driving off once again to park the car somewhere.
”How long was that drive?” Peter asks as he slings his bag over his shoulder.
“Forty minutes,” You answer. “with traffic.” You add as you stride over to one of the many doors.
“I would die.” MJ comments as she follows after you. Peter laughs, he can’t imagine going on that drive twice every day. You must do homework on the way home with that much time on your hands.
“Believe me, when I wake up every morning, I want to.” You groan as you put in a code and open the door. Everyone follows you as you walk.
“She knows this place like the back of her hand,” Peter thinks in utter disbelief that you knows the layout of this mansion. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised because you live here, but still, it’s impressive.
You guide them all to the kitchen. There you plop down your bag on one of the counter stools. Peter suspects that this isn’t the only kitchen in the house.
“uh, this is my familys kitchen, only my family uses it, sometimes the Avengers. You can put your stuff down.” You say with a smile. Your three friends take a seat.
“So, let me explain a bit about the set up.” You offer as you walk to the other side of the island and lean against it, facing them.
“We have a house house section of this building, and then an Avenger section.” You explain. “So on this side of the building it's more homey and you know, like a house.” You say gesturing to the homey kitchen.
“Should we take our shoes off?” Ned asks. You chuckle. “You can do whatever. We usually do, but you can keep them on if you want.”
“Where should we put them?” MJ asks, and you point to a closet near the entrance of the spacious kitchen. You walk over and slide off your shoes before placing them on one of the shoe racks.
”Fancy,” Peter smirks at you and you blush slightly and nod. Peter sees you blush and he can’t help but blush too.
——
Eventually you all make your way to the theater room that you somehow just have in your house. You all gather round in comfy seats with snacks from the snack cart and blankets. Peter, MJ, and Ned are astounded at your wealth.
MJ scrolls through the movies. You and Peter sit next to each other on a two person couch, while MJ and Ned sit together on another two person couch. MJ had insisted that you and Peter sit together. She reasoned, Peter would get scared and need his girlfriend to comfort him. You rolled your eyes, while Peter blushed furiously.
“So, how about The Sixth Sense? It's a classic.” MJ asks. You nod and look at Ned and Peter.
“I'm chill with that.” You note. Ned sighs loudly. You can practically feel MJ roll her eyes.
“Fine. As long as I can see your dads lab, Y/n.” Ned says pointing his finger at you.
“Promise is a promise.” You confirm, lifting your hands up in surrender.
“Okay, start it.” Peter says and MJ does. The music begins to rumble softly through the speakers in the room. It flows around you all, drawing you in. The screen flickers to life as the movie rolls.
As the opening scene plays Peter can feel your hand resting awfully close to his. The heat radiating from your skin hits his skin. Peter has trouble paying attention, his breath gets caught in his throat. And he's starting to notice a pattern of that when he's around you.
He can feel you shuffle closer to him. His body stiffens and he glances over at you. He makes sure only to move his eyes, not his head. He doesn’t know what to think of it when you move so your thigh is pressed against his. He doesn't want to assume it's something that it’s not, but, what else would it be? He asks himself. He runs through all the possibilities. And his conclusion is that you want this. You want him close. So he obliges, hoping his suspicions are correct.
As you move closer once again, your eyes still on the large screen, he moves his arms to wrap around your waist to pull you close. He feels you tense. And immediately he pulls away. Embarrassment and shame flowing through his veins.
But then, as if out of a book, you grasp his hands, and pull them back. He lets out a small breath. “She wants this? She really wants this?” Peter thinks with a relieved and thrilled smile.
You pull his arm back around you, to snake around your waist. You push your back into his chest slightly, at least as best you can while sitting next to him. You lean your head against his shoulder. Peter's heart drums through his chest as fast as it does while fighting crime. Almost faster.
Peter moves to nuzzle his head against yours. He sighs in euphoria. This is all he's ever wanted. Maybe it's not a kiss, but in some ways this is better. Holding each other close in a dark room is so intimate.
Peter closes his eyes, trying to savor the moment. He feels your hands graze over his that are wrapped around you. He moves one of his hands to intertwine with yours and the soft contact of your skin against his makes his heart skip a beat. His other hand sits securely around you. You let your body relax against his and Peter swears he’s dreaming.
You both just sit there. Both of you two focused on the close proximity to pay attention to the movie. Eventually though, your eyes slowly fall shut, and Peter can hear your breathing slow and soft snores leave you. He smiles, pulling you closer and glancing down at you. With all of his being, Peter hopes that the feeling in his heart, that this is too real to be you both faking your relationship, is not just a feeling in his heart.
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Part 20: Smoky Kisses
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC
Summary: There's nothing like some smoke in the lungs to make the head spin.
Word Count: 3,822
Notes: I have never smoked, nor tried shot-gunning smoke, so I cannot vouch for it regarding whether or not it is something safe to try. Warnings for depictions of smut, including shot-gunning cigarette smoke, size kink, and references to polyamory. Special shoutout to @amyowl470 for providing me with the idea for this fic in the first place.
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Oh, for fuck’s sake, Lucy caught herself thinking with her shoulder leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest and brow raised in slightly amusement and fondness that was steadily starting to prickle with minor annoyance.
Tommy was sitting in their big bed, the one with the deep red canopy and matching comforter, dressed in only his white undershorts, golden glasses frames perched on his nose, and a sizable stack of papers in his lap. He was pouring over them, making quick little marks and scribbled notes in the margins with his pen. The cigarette he had settled between his lips was plucked away with two fingers so that he could exhale a stream of smoke into the air, eyes never once leaving his papers.
It had been a busy week, she understood that. Nearly everyone had left after the incident with the arrests and the almost-hangings, and they were still trying to find replacements for some of them. And in the meantime, it meant more work for both of them to juggle.
But…paperwork in bed, Tommy, really? She had been hoping, since they managed to leave the office at a semi-decent hour tonight, that maybe they would have time for something a little more romantic than just collapsing exhausted into bed and passing out like they had for every other evening for the past week.
He did look good, that she would admit. The cigarette and boxers in bed look was working for her. She could see the subtle flex in his arm muscles and his pecs when he brought the smoking cigarette back to his lips, biting her lip at the sight.
She’d have been more willing to just stand there and admire him, if that hadn’t already been what she was doing for the last five minutes without him even looking up. He probably didn’t even realize she was there.
She sighed, a little louder than normal to try to get his attention, pouting when he didn’t make any indication that he’d heard her. Here she was, leaning against the doorframe leading from the ensuite washroom into their bedroom, dressed in one of her nicest lacy red nightgowns, and he wasn’t even paying any attention to her.
She knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose, but still. She’d had to share him with the endless stacks of paperwork accumulating on his desk both at home and in the office all week. She wanted her lover to herself tonight, thank you very much.
With a huff, she straightened, uncrossing her arms and marching across the room. Tommy was so focused on his papers he didn’t even seem to notice her until she was physically scooping up the papers and dumping them onto his nightstand, replacing them with her thighs straddling across his lap.
“What–”
She didn’t answer right away, just taking the pen he still held hovering in the air, capping it and tossing it to join the papers on the bedside table. Movements more careful, she slid his glasses from his face, folding the stems of them and leaning over to set them atop the papers.
Tommy blinked at her widely, and she fought back a smug grin as his eyes finally took in the deep red nightgown she was garbed in, low cut with her breasts contained only by a thin layer of practically transparent lace, hugging her waist and then flaring out at her hips, ending at a little above her mid-thigh, the material soft.
She bit her lip to keep from smiling as she practically saw every thought fly right out of his head at the sight of her, hand settling on the smooth skin of one of her thighs.
“Are you trying to replace me with paperwork?” she asked, head cocking while her lips pressed together in amusement. Tommy, eyes fixed pointedly at her breasts, didn’t respond for a moment. “Tommy?”
His eyes snapped up to hers, cheeks coloring a little.
“Huh?”
Lucy giggled. Seemed that she wasn’t the only one who was a little pent up from a week of minimal intimacy. She kissed his forehead.
He blinked at her slowly, mind catching up on its processing after her lace-covered tits had short-circuited it. His face fell.
“I’ve been neglecting you,” he said, as if just realizing it. Lucy shrugged.
“Maybe a little. It’s alright. I’m not upset. I know work is a madhouse right now. But those,” she jerked her thumb at the papers, “have no business being in our bed right now. They can keep ‘til morning,” shifting, she settled herself down more firmly onto him, making sure that he could distinctly feel that she was wearing nothing under her nightgown, already plenty slick and wet for him. Tommy’s eyes widened, a weak moan falling from his lips. She wound her arms around his neck, pressing their foreheads together. “I want to have you all to myself now.”
Tommy hummed in agreement, tilting his head up to kiss her. It started off soft, but the moment her lips parted, the kiss deepened. He growled when her tongue stroked over his, hips rolling up into her, and she moaned at the feeling of his cock, hardening and bulging in his shorts, pressing against her.
His hand smoothed across her back, pulling her closer while her fingers knotted in his hair as his kisses started to pepper down her neck and to her chest, along the hem of her nightgown. The hand on her back moved to her thigh again, sneaking up it until he was curling his warm palm around her hip.
Fingers smoothing through the hair at the back of his head, she cupped his cheeks, tilting his face up to look at her. He smirked at her, eyes glimmering, and it was only when his other hand moved that she realized he was still clutching his cigarette in his hand, bringing it to his lips in a slow, seductive movement. She practically held her breath as she watched him inhale around it. Removing the white stick from his mouth, he angled his head up, and slowly blew the smoke up, into her face.
A shudder went through her, the smoke wrapping around her like a blanket, warm where it kissed her cheeks. A fresh gush of arousal wetted her inner thighs, and before she could fully even process what she was doing, her mouth was crashing down onto his hungrily.
Tommy kissed her back with just as much enthusiasm, grunting when she grinded her bare pussy against his clothed cock. She whined, inner walls clenching. If it weren’t for the fabric of his shorts separating them, he could already have been inside her.
“Mm, hang on,” he said, pulling back and twisting around for only a quick moment so he could drop his still smoking cigarette into the ashtray on the nightstand. A part of her wanted to tell him to keep ahold of it, but the rest of her ached to have both his hands all over her.
He returned to her, mouth seeking hers immediately while the hand on her hip squeezed, and suddenly, with his other hand now free to help, he was pulling her nightgown up. She maneuvered her arms to help him, pausing only briefly when they came up for air between kisses to pull it off over her head and toss it aside to land in a little heap somewhere on the floor. Tommy purred in approval, breaking their most recent kiss so he could lean back and appreciate her.
“Pretty as you looked in it, I think I prefer you like this,” he husked, hand trailing over her naked body to palm one of her breasts while he kissed her again.
Lucy sighed, breathing in the scent of arousal and smoke permeating throughout the room. A shiver wracked through her limbs, nipples hardening both from arousal and the chill in the air. In reaction to her shivering, Tommy pressed his bare chest to hers, enveloping her in the warmth radiating from his body by hooking his arm around her waist. His tongue had slipped into her mouth when she’d sighed, tangling with hers in slow, lazy, open mouthed kisses.
Fumbling and shifting, movements frantic, she raised herself up from his lap just enough to push his shorts down his thighs, Tommy kicking them off the rest of the way and drawing her back down into him. The feeling of his strong muscles flexing against her only made the heat of desire in her core grow, moaning softly into his mouth when his thick, hard cock bumped against her clit.
Tommy groaned softly against her lips, one hand caressing her head as they kissed again and again and again.
“Please…” she begged softly, head tipping back as his swollen, straining erection nudged her entrance. Tommy purred, eyes fluttering, lips still so close to hers they were nearly brushing.
“Mm, do you need me too…?”
“No,” she breathed out, already reaching down to take him in hand. He groaned deeply as her fingers slid between her legs, gathering the wetness already dripping there before wrapping around his cock, pumping up and down a few times, using her wetness and the precum oozing from his tip to help slicken him up. “No, I’m ready.”
“Fuck, okay,” shifting, he let her guide him to her entrance, growling as the head of his engorged cock slipped in. Lucy gasped, back arching and hand grabbing at his shoulder in reaction to the deep stretch as she slid down onto him, slowly sheathing him inside her.
Tommy groaned from deep in his chest, head dropping to momentarily rest his face in her neck, and she stilled to give them both a moment to adjust once he’d bottomed out.
“Fuckkkk, so tight, Lucy.”
“Tommy,” she felt stretched nearly to her limits. If he was any bigger, she was sure he’d have split her in two, her walls aching and throbbing needily as they adjusted to his significant girth. Wrapping both arms around his shoulders, she hugged him in closer to her, eyes fluttering closed as she let herself get lost in the sensation of his cock buried inside her, his breaths warm where his face was resting against her throat.
“You’re alright?” he asked, lips brushing the sensitive spot on her neck that always made her shiver. “It doesn’t hurt?”
Lucy smiled a little to herself. He was always so worried about hurting her; always making an effort to check in and ensure that she was comfortable.
Sweet man.
“Yes, yes, I’m okay,” she murmured at the same time he raised his head to more properly scrutinize her face. Satisfied that he didn’t see any signs of discomfort there, he brushed a few stray curls back behind her ear, face angling to kiss her softly. Lucy gave a little squeeze to his shoulders as she kissed him back eagerly.
At a languid pace, she rose up until only the tip of him remained inside her, then slid down, taking all of him back in slowly. She moaned at the sensation, head falling back, eyes rolling a little in her head when she paused after taking him into the hilt and just grinded against him, the movements doing wonderful things to her clit.
Tommy’s hips rolled up to help her as they set a steady, slow pace together, angling himself purposefully so he was stroking against her g-spot with every thrust. Lucy curled her legs around his lips, holding him impossibly close. Shaking some of his dark fringe that had flopped forward out of his eyes, he laid a hand on the side of her face.
“I want to try something,” he husked out, the lowness of his voice enough to make her walls squeeze involuntarily around him. Tommy grunted a little at that, smirking at her even as she felt his hips stutter forward unintentionally in response.
“What?” she asked, brow raised.
Turning his head, Tommy nuzzled at her hair. “Do you trust me?” he asked, voice still low and deep in a way that went straight to her cunt. At the same time, his cock dragged against her inner walls and made her see stars, head tipping back towards the canopy with a moan, nails biting a little into his shoulders. She felt Tommy’s lips curve smugly into a smile against her cheek before he leaned back to raise a questioning brow at her.
It took her a moment to remember what they’d even been talking about. “Of course,” she breathed out, looking at him with all the trust in the world in her eyes, not a shred of doubt in her mind that he would take care of and protect her. No matter what.
He kissed her between the brows, the arm around her waist giving her a small squeeze. “Keep moving,” he said, and she nodded, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his neck, continuing to rock steadily on him while he thrusted up into her. His middle and index finger of the hand around her waist rubbed unconscious circles into the flesh there, while his other hand reached back, fumbling for something on the nightstand.
He kissed the side of her head affectionately, and she gasped when he suddenly–purposefully, she imagined–thrusted up into her a little harder, her back arching and head lolling back, eyes closing and mouth falling open.
There was a sudden, oddly familiar click, and her brows knitted together in confusion, eyes opening to be greeted with the sight of Tommy with a cigarette wedged between his lips, an open lighter raising to it, waiting until the flame caught and lit the cigarette before clicking it closed and tossing it somewhere back onto the nightstand.
He never once ceased his steady thrusts inside of her the entire time, and there was something about the sight of it: him fucking her nice and slow and lazily, like it took no effort at all, while lighting a cigarette at the same time, that made her nearly incoherent with attraction to him. She caught herself coating his cock in a sudden gush of fresh arousal, a startled moan sounding from her lips as she watched him. From around the cigarette, Tommy smirked at her.
Plucking it from his lips, he tilted his head back, blowing the smoke up towards the canopy. He then cupped her chin, thumb trailing across her bottom lip.
“Open your mouth.”
She stared at him in a combination of arousal and befuddlement, hesitantly parting her lips. Tommy took a long, deep drag from the cigarette, then leaned forward, mouth pressing to hers, exhaling the smoke down her throat. Lucy moaned, fingers tangling in his hair, lungs expanding as the smoke he was breathing into her filled them.
His cock continued to thrust in and out of her, the arm around her waist helping to support her weight as he took over lifting her up and down on him, her mind too overtaken by the combined sensation of him fucking her and breathing smoke into her lungs to be able to handle motor skills.
Her head was spinning, walls clenching in seemingly perpetuity around his cock at how good it all felt. It was beyond words. Practically euphoric. Her lungs burned a little, but she never wanted it to end. Just the idea that the smoke she was now breathing had once been within him was enough to have her on the brink of coming, eyes rolling in her head while she crushed his mouth harder against hers.
When they finally broke for air, the smoke flooded out of her, blowing into his face. Tommy groaned.
“Squeezing me so hard, love,” he rasped, nuzzling at her temple, hips bucking a little harder into her. He pulled back to look at her seriously. “Good?” he asked. Lucy nodded desperately, trying with a hand on his shoulder to pull him closer.
“Again,” she half pleaded.
Tommy’s eyes flashed wickedly, obliging by bringing the cigarette back to his lips. The moment it parted from them, she was pressing her mouth to his, moaning into him as he breathed his smoke down her throat.
The third time, they switched, Lucy taking the cigarette from his offering fingers and raising it to her mouth. Inhaling as deeply as she could around it, she held the smoke within her lungs until he kissed her, then exhaled, drawing it out as long as she could. Tommy groaned, cock twitching and throbbing in her.
Back and forth they went, rocking steadily and increasingly desperately against each other as they blew smoke into each other’s lungs. Lucy could feel herself teetering right on the brink of an orgasm, so close, she just needed a little more…
“Last one,” Tommy rumbled, turning the almost finished cigarette over between his fingers. Lucy bit her lip, debating whether or not she should ask him to light them a second one. He inhaled from it deeply, twisting quickly to stub it into the ashtray and then turning back to pull her into his arms.
At the same time he exhaled the smoke into their kisses, he circled his thumb around her clit, and she nearly wailed, the pleasure in her lower belly tightening. He felt fucking huge inside her, getting as deep as he could, rubbing up against her g-spot with each movement. Lucy was riding him with abandon, their movements frantic as his cock pumped in and out of her, his thrusts meeting hers each and every time. Smoky kisses pressed to her mouth over and over again while his cock slid in and out, stretching her beyond belief, throbbing huge and heavy inside of her, his thumb circling.
She sobbed out his name as she finally came, whole little body tensing with the explosiveness of it. Tommy clutched her closer to him, growling lowly at the feeling of her tensing around him. He continued to stroke deeply inside of her, slowing the pace a little to draw out her orgasm, thumb still applying consistent pressure to her clit.
Just as the aftershocks were beginning to subside, he pressed his hand to the small of her back, keeping her steady and firmly in place as he started to pick up the pace again. Her eyes widened when his thumb pressed down a little firmer onto her clit, realizing that he was going to drive her from one orgasm right into a second one.
“Tommyyyyyyyy,” his name on her lips drew out as he tilted her a little in his arms, pushing just that much deeper into her. He growled, and she felt him swell even larger due to his own impending orgasm. She scrabbled at his shoulders for purchase, nails leaving light red lines on his skin in their wake. “Tommy, Tommy, Tommy,” she chanted, like a prayer.
He grunted, muscles straining under her hands in what she realized was an attempt to stave off his release until she’d come again. He didn’t have to wait long–a high whine left her lips the next time he bottomed out, second orgasm swelling up within her like a rising tide, then bursting with a force that left white spots popping in her vision.
Tommy moaned, the tightening of her walls around him as she came enough to send him over the edge as well, pushing in all the way to the hilt and holding himself there as he emptied inside her in several warm, sizable bursts of seed.
Lucy collapsed forward into him, arms wrapped around his neck and head buried in his shoulder. Tommy was breathing heavily, chest heaving against hers while he tucked his face into her hair, arms holding her tightly. Slowly, he reclined them both back onto the pillows. His softened cock slipped out of her, and Lucy curled into a ball on his chest with a sigh, basking in the feeling of Tommy’s large hand stroking her hair and her back while he kissed her forehead.
“I’m sorry.”
Frowning, she peered up at him quizzically. “What for?”
He continued to pet her head. “I haven’t been spending time with you properly, lately.”
“Oh, Tommy, no…it’s alright. We’ve been so busy…”
But he shook his head, touching her cheek. “I don’t ever want to take you for granted,” he swallowed hard. She wondered if he was thinking about Grace. How quickly she’d been snatched from their lives. How they should have spent more time with her, before it was too late. “You’re too important.”
Turning her face, Lucy kissed the center of his palm. “I’ve never felt like you’ve taken me for granted.”
Curling two fingers under her chin, he tilted her face up to plant a lazy, sweet kiss onto her lips. Lucy hummed happily, snuggling back down into his chest after they broke apart. She smiled a little to herself as she traced a fingertip along the tattoo of her name, stylized and curved into the shape of a heart, on his inner left forearm.
Tommy reached for his cigarettes and lighter where he’d dropped them, sighing as he scooped them up and opened the case. Lucy raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
“What?”
He huffed. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to smoke for a while now without getting a semi.”
She giggled, not able to say that she disagreed, a small fluttering in her cunt occurring as she watched him place a cigarette between his lips and light it. He took a puff, then offered it to her. Lucy took a steady drag from it, blowing the smoke up towards his face playfully. His hand squeezed at her hip.
“Careful,” he half growled. She just laughed and passed the cigarette back to him, head dropping to again rest between his pecs. His hand petting through her hair was soothing, lulling her to doze lightly on him until he finished the cigarette, stubbing it out into the ashtray and flicking off the light. He settled back into the pillows with a deep exhale, her head still on his chest and his arms around her.
“I mean it,” his voice rumbled softly in the dark. “Any time you feel like I’m not spending enough time with you outside of work, or like I’m neglecting us…kick me in the ass about it. Please,” he brushed some of her hair back, away from her face. “I love you. I’d never ignore you intentionally.”
“I know,” she smiled up at him, stretching up to kiss the underside of his jaw. “I love you too.”
He nearly purred, nuzzling down into her like a giant cat. Lucy cuddled him back with equal enthusiasm, arms giving him a little squeeze of affection around his ribs that made him hum and tangle their legs together. Lucy closed her eyes, sleepy and in love, and happy to be warm and cherished in his arms.
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