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#can wait to see what kind of games this bad boy can run >:)
tianhai03 · 2 years
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finally got a new laptop today!!! here’s the first proper drawing i did with it
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weebsinstash · 2 months
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Sitting here watching that clip of Valentino with that demon girl going "you're gorgeous! Do you need a job? 🥰" and started thinking of Val either intentionally or unintentionally making Reader feel massively insecure and ugly and Val using that to manipulate them
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I've mentioned "oh what if your job is serving him drinks at his club" but what if he also starts dragging you along when he goes out like some kind of weird PA. Like he's just throwing random bills at you that he clearly isn't counting like it's pocket change in a very "yeah sure whatever just do it bitch" kind of way so you put up with it, it's good income, but it's still... WEIRD. He's going to get his antenna done at the salon, and you're like. Having to STAND THERE beside his chair, you're not even in the lobby waiting room, you've gotta be WITH HIM, and you just get all these windows into his cunty personality where he's spoiled and mean to service workers and is a total fucking diva and it's extremely off-putting I'm sure
He's in a night club hitting on people whose bodies are absolutely insane like I'm talking GYATT city, ass and titties, you've got twunks and you've got hunks, and you're like, in sneakers, off to the side, head down playing games on your phone since you can't even put earbuds in because you unfortunately have to keep an ear open since he'll order YOU to bring drinks, not just for him, but for these complete strangers who don't even work for him too, AND he'll let them be fucking mean to you. You bring some bubble butt twink who's on Val's arm the daiquiri he asked for and he gives you a very clear look up and down before laughing, cuddling up to Val, "yeah I can SEE you need new employees 😋" and they all laugh Including Fucking Valentino
I dunno, I'm on the fence. It really changes with the story. You get the yandere who are obsessive but more abusive-adjacent and then you have the more true-blooded kind that won't accept any slander of you at all. Like can you imagine Valentino's smile just dropping off his face because some chick like, tells you you have cellulite or even something MILD like your mascara is bad or idk what are, male insults.... you have a flat ass??? And Valentino just instantly shoves them away "okay you're done bye, let the door hit you on the way out 🤭"
But today we're talking about angst and feeling fucking miserable so. Over time it just, makes you feel so horrible about yourself to go to these nightclubs. It isn't even about fucking Valentino, it's about how you're sitting here watching everyone EXCEPT YOU receive all this fawning and compliments and attention, even if Val is faking some of it just to lure in more workers. You see a girl who has the perfect skin and you run fingers over an ice pick scar on your cheek, male reader sees a guy who's tall but muscular with nice facial hair and you feel your own baby face and smaller build, there are people thinner than you, curvier than you, stronger than you, smarter than you, and you watch all of them get called gorgeous and beautiful and handsome and sexy and you're just the fucking dweeb who gets teased, mocked, BULLIED
One night Valentino is sitting there talking to another girl, "oh my gosh, honey, I would TOTALLY do body shots off of you. Hey, can we get some shots over here? .... helllooooo, I SAID can we get some shots? ...bitch if you make me repeat myself again--" and he looks over and you're not even there. It's like ice. Suddenly without warning you're not there and he doesn't know what to do because you're ALWAYS there and whenever you're not it's because he LETS YOU leave??? Like??? He's immediately standing up even if it knocks away the people hanging off of him and he's looking around, "you BETTER be in the fucking bathroom--"
And over the crowd of people he sees you on the opposite end of the club, as if you were actively trying to put as much distance between you two as possible, and you're with a guy, some big furry monster boy, and you laugh with a big smile and Valentino GRINDS his teeth as he realizes it's been ages since you laughed around him, let alone at anything HE'S said, and you're actually drinking with this guy where you would always be way too stiff and cautious around Val (although he also really wouldn't let you drink anyways, being more of a waiter when you're 'on the clock')
Obsessed with the idea of Val making Reader carry around combs and brushes to comb his antenna/fur and Val sees you using them on another guy. like I think he'd go absolutely violently fucking crazy honestly because 1. Those are HIS and he is a bougie Gucci material man like those are high quality things being used on some RANDO 2. Those are for HIM, you're using them on someone ELSE 3. The person using them on someone else is YOU, YOU'RE brushing another man, YOU'RE cuddling another man like some kind of UNGRATEFUL WHORE--
When I say you suddenly look up and you're being GRABBED, HAULED UP to your feet by your arm, grip on you so tight it's ready to fucking bruise, and Val just shoots this guy in the head, like cartoonishly powerful gun just splatters the dudes head from what should have been just a single bullet hole I'm sure. You're like vaguely traumatized and trying to tell yourself the man will regenerate and be fine but now Valentino's got a gun in his hand and he's furious and you just start CRYING. He doesn't even CARE about the people he was flirting with anymore, if he has any employees in the club with him he doesn't even call out that it's time to go, he just starts DRAGGING YOU to the limo and will just LEAVE EVERYONE there because he's in such a rage, also, have you guys seen the posts where people point out there are moth squeaking effects when he speaks sometimes. So he's just fucking mad, voice cracking, shouting, squeaking, and i think it'd be funny if he spends like 15 minutes screaming about THE GUY while he has you like all but glued to his lap on the ride home and doesn't say a single thing about what you did. Just manic ranting on his phone as he HAS to call Vox, "oh my god you wouldn't FUCKING BELIEVE what this piece of shit did in front of me, the ugliest fucking guy I've ever seen was--" and you're like trembling wondering when he's going to pivot and realize like, you were also. Intentionally willingly sitting with that guy.
But he doesn't even like. Acknowledge it that way. He just keeps ranting about the guy touching something that doesn't belong to him, he's gotta replace all his fucking combs now, oh my GOD Vox like SERIOUSLY-- and then it's probably Vox that's like, with a disinterested voice, "sooooo.... WHICH whore did this happen to again???" And Valentino without hesitating just straight up says your name, "the nerdy one, you KNOW which one I'm talking about"
And that's when you just start to blubber cause you're tired and you're tipsy and you're mentally worn down, "oh OF COURSE I'm 'the nerdy one'!! You drag me all over the fucking place and I never get any time to myself and I have to WATCH everyone ELSE have fun, and when I finally find someone who calls ME cute, calls ME pretty, you fucking SHOOT HIM!" and you're just, face in your hands crying and you can't see it as Valentino GRINS like some fucking MONSTER because, "Aw, pobrecita, is that what this is about? You're lonely? ❤️w❤️"
And you're just mad and crying and pouting and you're telling him to go fuck himself and actually starting to get a little mouthy and have an attitude with him and he doesn't even care because how upset you're getting is going right to his head. even if you don't want to, you're jealous of him giving other people attention instead of you, and now he's watching you get all upset and sniffly over it and he's so full of himself, this makes him feel so powerful that he's reduced you to this insecure bawling state, and he's rubbing your shoulders, "awwww, don't cry mami, you should've told me you were wanting some 'attention'"
At this point you could be literally slapping his hands away but he's gonna keep pulling you close to him on purpose and NOW, now he's laying on all the fucking compliments, stroking the tops of your thighs. He knows exactly what scent you're using in your hair. Oh, you're wearing the nail polish you bought during one of your first months here; he's always liked this color on you. He's commenting and bringing up things you didn't expect him to notice let alone remember about you and... you're just so weak to it.... you're lonely... and he's here... and maybe it's the smoke or his cologne or what but he smells so good, he's so close, your head feels a little funny--
The rest of your night blurs together after that, but when you wake up, you're not at your place, or the studio, or anywhere you mildly recognize. You're in a bed way too big for someone your size, and you're especially not used to SOMEONE ELSE BEING IN IT WITH YOU. Val just has you caged in all of his arms and is passed out drooling in a post alcohol, post drug, post fuckathon coma, and you can FEEL in your muscles and in your body that you two were up to some wiiiiiild shit together.
IF you may manage to sneak out of V Tower without being stopped or caught, it won't make hin suddenly forget all the things you told him, or him now knowing how it feels to have your hands on his body, or how it looks to have your big sad wet eyes looking up at him and then sparkling with one of his compliments. Usually he WANTS bitches to be gone when he wakes up but, this time? When those eyes open and you're not there? Instantly feeling rejected, mad, irritated, he can't exactly identify why, he's just MAD you ran off without telling him and he's instantly blowing up your line to figure out where you are, and now you have become a recipient of The Voice-mails
"Heeeeeeey, baby, so, it's so funny but I just woke up and I can't find you in the tower? Did you run off to get breakfast somewhere? You KNOW you shouldn't run off without telling me first; I need you to come on back here ❤️"
"-- so answer your phone you fucking SLUT!! You better not be with another fucking guy, or I swear to fucking GOD--"
"--It just stresses me out that there are so many different kinds of people down here, I worry someone might hurt you, amorcito. I can't help protect you if I'm not there, soooooo, why don't you just, tell me where you are--"
"Is this fucking funny for you, you cunt?! You get all worked up about how PATHETIC AND SAD you are and then leave me? Leave ME? ME?! You're LUCKY i even TOUCHED YOU AT ALL--"
"Heeeeeeey, oh my gosh so this is so funny ummmm, Vox just let me know that Velvette borrowed you for something, soooooooooo, please don't listen to any of those other voicemails, ok? You know how CRAZY you make me, right? Don't forget you have a shift tonight, and if you even think about not showing up, I have some hellhounds that know your scent already and they'll drag you back here by your hair, sooooo, see you later love you byeeeeee ❤️"
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theactofknowing · 3 months
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Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to shy gn crush confessing to him?
confessions
⋆·˚ ༘ * the BG3 boys/reserved!reader * ༘˚·⋆
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MILD game spoilers/references to mid-game story progression. you’ve been warned!!
someone who’s reserved isn’t typically what astarion looks for. he’s reserved in a sense—keeping his secrets: conditions and history, close to his chest; but he holds himself up with self-confidence and independence. your quiet and reserved nature is off putting—until he began, reluctantly, talking to you in the hopes of gaining your protection. as time went on, he found out that you weren’t that horrible—maybe he didn’t mind you too much. when you confess to him, he doesn’t find it surprising—it is him, after all. he’ll lightly make fun of you, but he won’t turn you down.
sweet, sweet gale. if you manage to confess before he does, he’s pleasantly surprised—considering how quickly he gets attached to someone. when you confess to gale and you’re unable to meet his eye, he’s not the type to affectionately tease you—he’s preoccupied by the fact that you are actually interested in him. gale is a confident lover when time passes between you, but he spent ages under mystra’s hand and a year locked in his tower—he’s a little rusty. gale and a reserved partner go hand in hand; gale likes to lead in a conversation and in a relationship, and you’re more than happy to put your trust in him.
wyll is graceful and chivalrous. when you come to him in camp one day, obviously nervous, he softly holds one of your hands and soothingly runs his fingers over your knuckles. if you’re hesitant about love and PDA—don’t worry, wyll is the man for you. wyll likes traditionalism, he likes to take it slow. you’ll have time to ease into the relationship because he’s courteous—chaste kisses, fleeting touches.
halsin is someone easy to chat with. his nature is kind and open, relatable—from one leader to another, and it’s easy to fall into a conversation with him time and time again by the fire. halsin says he can sense the good in you, and it’s only natural to fall by your side. when you do manage to confess to him, it’s no surprise. he was simply waiting for you, and it’s only right to slip into this dynamic with him.
you never quite had the opportunity to confess to dammon when he still occupied the grove, so it’s a welcoming surprise when you find him in the grim scenery of the last light inn. dammon always appreciated that you were kind to him as the tieflings were never looked upon favorably, so he’s just as happy to see you. dammon is sweet and soft spoken, willing to take the initiative when you can’t. when you come to him at the inn, visibly nervous and preoccupied with yourself, he indulges you in small talk about his trade until you’re able to speak whatever it is you’re thinking of. it’s easy for him to reciprocate, and he promises you a private date in the city.
it’s obvious rolan saw you in a less than favorable light at first. to enabling his siblings’ wishes to stay at the grove and failing to save them in the shadowlands, rolan wasn’t pleased with you—no matter how pretty he thought you were at first. to his surprise, you save his siblings, and he maybe starts to feel a bit guilty. rolan reeks of self confidence, but finds himself struggling to apologize to you and admit that maybe you’re not that bad. he later laughs when he realizes that he was just as timid as you were during the whole ordeal, entirely standoffish—it completely eases the worries of your confession.
zevlor isn’t someone who looks for romance. he isn’t a terrible bachelor—not unattractive or generally unlikable—he’s just preoccupied with handling himself and the people he looks after. when you came to the grove, zevlor found that he admired you—one leader to another. you advocated for his people, you made sure they were well, and he liked that you were dependable and trustworthy. when you confess to him that you find him just a bit more than admirable a day before the tieflings are set to leave the grove, he’s shocked. the feelings are easily reciprocated, and he wishes to see you again sometime—maybe in the city.
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thank u for the prompt. astarion was the most difficult to write for. feel free to send me requests on my page!
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greatooglymooglyyy · 7 days
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Hiya lovely, date night hcs for the boys if that's good by you?
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Date Night HC (All Three)
contains: fluff, kissing, nothing crazy.
a/n: first time attempting to write nick romantically. lmk how we feel. love ya
Matthew
- i think a first date with matt would most likely be something at home. like cooking together and watching a movie. it'd honestly feel so casual except for his small little touches and moments of affection.
-i can just see him dropping you off after the date. y'all say goodbye and you're about to get out the car but at the last second, he stops you and leans over to kiss you for the first time.
-speaking of dropping you off, our boy is NOT pulling off until he see you open you door and go inside. he knows better.
-he does not want to do the whole "wait a while to see each other again" thing. after the first hang out, he's hooked. come back over... now
- car. dates. i'm talking random ass late night fast food runs. you stretching your legs out across his lap while you tell him a story and him just nodding and rubbing your ankle.
"do you think we need a telescope to see mars?"
and that turns into y'all laying on the windshield. you straining your eyes looking at the stars and him just staring at you instead.
- once y'all are official, i honestly feel like matt is the type to not even tell you y'all are going on a date. especially if you've been down lately and need a pick me up. he'd just show up like "can you get dressed?"
"i'm not really in the mood to go out."
"don'tttttttttt care. get dressed."
-def stalks your twitter and tiktok reposts to see if you have anything you really want to do & then surprises you. he's never gonna let you say 'if he wanted to, he would.'
"how did you know i wanted to do a picnic?"
"guess i'm just good like that."
Christopher
-chris is giving you the full gentleman treatment on your first date. he's never done this before so he's playing by the book. flowers, opening doors, the whole nine yards.
-super nervous at first when the date first starts but he loosens up once you start laughing. then he's just doing all kinds of goofy shit to keep you giggling.
- so we kind of already heard what he's perfect first date would be... topgolf yadda yadda. but my boy is NOT letting you win. he loves dates where there is competition but letting you beat him is not flirting where he's concerned. the first time y'all go bowling he's dropping 200 on you.
"really chris?"
"huh? my bad. thought a loser said something."
-for those same reasons he loves a good game night. doesn't even matter what you're playing. he loves how excited you get when you finally win at connect four & thinks it's adorable.
-wants the date to be alllll day and you don't mind at all. he picks you up at noon and the next you know it's late at night and y'all are walking through a random park.
-and you just know he's planned this date to the t. he'd pretend like he's being all spontaneous but bro's got an literary on his notes app just in case.
- loves going to concerts with you. doesn't even matter if its one of his artists or yours. just likes sharing the experience and music. hears the song live and becomes obsessed, playing it all the time when he's on aux.
"you're such a poser. you don't even like this song."
"shut up. that was before i saw it live."
-calls EVERYTHING a date. he's coming with you to run errands, go grocery shopping, it doesn't matter. as long as he's with you and can make you smile, he's calling it a win.
-still gets cringed out doing coupley things but finds himself doing it anyway. he's finally starting to understand why people do corny shit like put locks on a fence. he's still not doing that shit but he gets it now.
Nicolas
-i feel like nick would be hard to read so it'd take you a while to even know if he likes you back or not. but then when you finally get up the courage to ask nick on a date he's like... "bitch what took you so long"
-a perfect first date for him would be something creative or something where he can learn. like a pottery class or one of those places where you make your own candle.
-he'd get really into it too. he'd be going around smelling all the scents and turning his nose up at yours.
"don't burn that shit when i come over."
"alright, fuck you-"
-but if you went to a pottery class, you'd make him something small like a jewelry tray and he'd be swooning but trying to keep it cool. he'd probably make a joke about it but it'd be his prized possession, centerstage on his dresser.
-when its his turn to plan a date, he's going somewhere scenic where you guys can take in the view and he can have an excuse to take aesthetic pics of you. even takes a cheesy picture of the two of you kissing with a landscape behind you... not that he'd ever admit that it exists.
"i swear to god, if you ever post that, i'll kill you."
"adding it to my 'nick sturniolo blackmail' folder as we speak."
-would buy one of those adventure books with the date prompts that you add polaroids to and you guys would fill it up. he'd probably be super embarrassed at how cheesy it is but too in love to care.
-loves a good classic dinner and a movie too. always watching the movie first though because he has a million thoughts he needs to share. and you're happy to listen to him ramble on and on.
"-i haven't seen anything like that since donnie darko. that shit was insane. did you see-... why are you looking at me like that."
"you're just pretty. that's all."
"... boy... we're breaking up."
but he can't stop himself from smiling at your corny ass.
-you'd def surprise him by finding a drag show and taking him. he'd be looking at you so sideways when you pull up to a nightclub but you probably actually yelp when he realizes where you are. and at the show, you already know he's blushing a deep red anytime one of the queens interact with him during the performance.
🏷️/ @sturniolho @sttzee @tillies33ssss @miloisdone1 @sstvrnioloo @junnniiieee07 @sturnioloslurps @mrsmiagreer @asturniolos
@teapartyprincess4two @whicked-hazlatwhore @sukiipjs @accio326 @sturniolosmind @imfromthediningtable @rootbeerworshiper @st4rswrld @thvvluvr @sturnssmuts @littlenerdybee @sturniolossss @iloveneilperry @eclipzz @sstvrnioloo @chrissloverrrrrrr16
@clemlament @maryx2xx @fwskullz
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napofamoon · 5 months
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voice messages txt leave.
!!smut mdni!! txt nsfw hc
a couple of voice memos they send to you while you’re apart~
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warning: !!smut mdni!!, txt x cis fem!reader, voice kink, yj: mean dom!yeonjun, degradation,, sb: sub!soobin, pillow humping, mommy kink,, bg: husband dom!gyu, exhibitionism, breeding kink,, th: dom!tyun, daddy kink, consent kink,, hk: no d/s dynamics rlly.. switch if u squint, perv!hyuka
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choi yeonjun
sending him naughty texts and pictures while he’s out shopping with his friends <3 good thing there’s restrooms hm?
-> my princess is sending me some really filthy messages… is my baby needy?
-> mmm is that so? maybe i should go home and tend to your needs~ but it isn’t like you to act up like this, darling. sending me nudes while i’m in public. tsk tsk, such a bad girl.
-> voice stern you better not be touching yourself. you know i don’t like it when you do that without me.
-> laughs are you serious, dumb girl? touching that pretty pussy just like i said not to do? you think you can just act up like this and get away with it? just wait until i get home, slut.
choi soobin
spending the night at your parent’s house and he’s stuck at home, alone and begging for you to come back </3
-> breathes heavily into the phone i-i.. i know you said to b-be good! but f-fuck! moans loudly
-> oh m-mommy.. love it when you call me a bad boy. hnng! pants heavily, rustling heard in the background m’humping the pillow.. your pillow. f-feels so good.. wanna cum on it like i cum on your tits
-> n-no! fuck! you can’t just say things l-like that and expect me to be g-good, mommy!
-> voice desperate and high pitched t-think i’m gonna cum. oh fuck, hnnng! mommy n-need you! want you here! oh f-fuck fuck fuck! moans loudly
choi beomgyu
visiting him at work with such a short skirt had him running to the bathroom to jerk off~
-> can’t believe you fucking left the apartment that way, honey.. i thought putting that damn ring on your finger showed how crazy you make me
-> loud wet noises in the background you hear that..? laughs thats how fucking horny you make me.
-> heavy breathing and small grunt getting louder, along with the wet noises getting faster as he reaches his orgasm s-shit, baby.. i just came so much
-> laughs that turns you on? seeing how much semen comes out of me? mmm wish it was inside you instead hm? filling up your womb~
kang taehyun
partners who have yet to move in together, and are stuck inside your respective homes due to the weather </3
-> fuck this rain.. i have the perfect idea to make this night at least somewhat fun.. and no it doesn’t involve phone games.. its a different kind of game
-> yeah? i know you wanna play, baby girl~ daddy knows you well enough to know you want this as much as i do
-> chuckles seductively good girl,, thank you for giving daddy your consent. now i want you to get undressed, but keep your panties on hm? get undressed and lay on the bed for me
-> okay.. now rub that pretty cunt. pretend it’s daddy’s fingers on you. oh, good girl.. listen to those sexy moans of yours
huening kai
you asking him to leave several voice messages for you to fall asleep to while he was away.. not knowing some of them were a bit sexual ;)
-> and so we were just there playing games right and then after i went to my hotel room and voice gets slightly desperate i may or may not have stained the plushie you bought me~
-> you’ll probably get mad at me but what was i supposed to do? it smelt like you, baby
-> mmm fuck im getting hard just thinking about it.. imagining you while smelling the plushie. fucking you nice and slow.. you’d like that wouldn’t you?
-> moans and gasps for air fill the audio c-cumming! aah! m’cumming. g-gonna stain it more.. g-gon— hnng! f-fuck!
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wittysuns · 4 months
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𝓲. 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆 | Aegon II Targaryen
which in Aegon II Targaryen runaway from King’s Landing with his dragon and founds love on the way.
masterlist ✨
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“My sweet Leo, you must take it easy on the eating.” Eva says to her 5-year-old son who was practically eating fast.
The little boy wanted to go play outside with his ‘friend’ and wait for his father to return home. Eva didn’t know how to tell her son that his father wasn’t coming back because he had left her for another woman who was a few years older than her. Just like she pretends to her son imagine a friend does exist. His father has been fighting in the war and doesn’t when he is coming back.
“Mama! I want to go outside and play! Want to play with my friend.” Leo replies to his mother with a cute tone of his voice.
Eva sighs softly and walks back to the pot of chicken soup she made. She grabbed a bowl of soup went back to the table of two and sat down.
Living with her 5-year-old son was stressful for her. Eva had to leave her son home alone while she went out selling her home loaves of bread. She couldn’t afford a kind person to take care of her child because she needed to have a lot of money to play with them.
“All done!” Leo rushed out of his seat almost falling. Sometimes it scared her when he did that.
“Leo be careful.” Eva’s motherly voice told her child. “And don’t talk to strangers.” She reportedly told her son.
“Okay, mama!”
Whenever her child left she would close her eyes and pray to god that nothing bad would happen to her son.
Leo opens the door leaving it wide open for his mother could hear or see him. Eva knew he would come back whenever she called his name.
The little boy ran around the pile of huge grass that was almost as tall as him. This was his favorite place to run around and it was also right in front of his home. He was playing around with his ‘friends’ and having a good time with them. Play all those games that kid plays with their friends.
A huge crack came from the forest. He makes Leo a curious child and slowly walks over to the forest. He looks back at his home but he knows his way back home because he has been into the forest before.
One of his mother’s strict rules is not to go to the forest because that is where danger usually happens. He turns back to the forest and walks into the forest that his mother forbids him to enter.
He carefully watched every surrounding he walked on and made sure no dangerous animal could attack him. Until he heard a shriek scaring him and regretting coming to the forest but he needed to know.
Leo follows the path where he hears the shriek coming from. He walks past multiple big trees when he stops his track after finding a large beast that is bigger than his home. It had gleaming gold scales and pale pink wing membranes. His eyes widened when he saw an unconscious person lying on the ground.
The large beast was nudging the person as if he was trying to wake them up. He steps a bit forward when he triggers the beast after stepping on a branch. The golden beast snapped his head and saw a little boy.
He just stared at the golden beast not knowing what to do in this moment. The beast only looked at the boy and huffed at the boy scaring him half to death. It went back on shaking the person that was still there.
Then the little boy’s mind clicked. It was probably the owner of his beast. Maybe he needs help.
“Does your owner need help?” Leo thundered as he could to the beast. It turns its head to him again and then growls out to the little boy getting answers.
“I can help you—well my mama can help, she does a great job!” The boy tells the beast.
This time the beast didn’t make any sound but grabbed the unconscious person off the ground by his large teething mouth and got on his four feet. Leo didn’t know how big the beast was and the beast was big all right.
Leo made sure the beast was ready to follow him. It looked like he was all ready to follow him back home. The little boy started walking back home with the beast and wondering how his mother would react. As he and the beast are walking back, the boy starts talking to the beast all about his mother and how he had the best mother in the world.
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Little Girl Gone Chapter 2
You Haven't Changed a Bit
Mob Boss!Natasha x Mob Boss!Fem!Reader, Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Mob Boss!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Nothing really this is a rather fluff chapter, Natasha is a condescending bitch towards the end
A/N: I love the dynamics that are being built between R and W and her boys in this chapter
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The sunlight filtering through the windows is what stirred you awake, but it was the weight on top of you that truly woke you. Eyes shooting open to find Wanda’s body partially on top of your own. Her leg and arm draped over you and you realized you had some how had made it closer to the middle instead of the edge you had forced yourself to when you fell asleep.
Carefully you untangled yourself hoping not to wake Wanda, but as you shifted your weight she stirred. “Mmmm....Y/N?” She called out as you sat up, legs already over the edge. 
“Yes?” You call back over your shoulder, grabbing your pants and pulling them on.
“What happened last night? I thought you were staying up all night?” She asked, concern running through her.
“Natasha came by. I gave her half the money. Told her I’d meet her at noon with the rest.” Grabbing your button up and throwing it on and moving over to grab your gun from under the pillow to put it back in it’s place.
“Is she going to leave us alone?” Wanda crawls across the bed so she’s in front of you, staring up at you. She was in a cute pink slip, one of the thin straps falling down and giving you a lovely view of her chest. 
“I told her too, but she never actually agreed to it so if it’s okay with you I’d like you to come back with me, of course the boys will come too.” 
“To the place I was taken yesterday?” She asks, tilting her head. 
“Yes sweetie that’s my home.” Her eyes widen. 
“That place was huge. That’s your house?” She sounded bewildered. 
“Well when you’re head of the local mafia around here you kind of have the perks of a big house.” Sure your group was nothing big compared to Natasha’s or even T’Challa’s groups, but yours was family. 
You pick up your phone, calling on your friend and driver, Happy. “I’ve called for my driver and I would appreciate the three of you staying with me until I have things settled. I promise there will be no safer place for your boys.” You put your hands on her shoulders giving a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. 
You couldn’t lie to yourself, Wanda was a beautiful woman who you’d love to have, but you also truly just don’t want to see her end up like you because of Natasha especially since she has kids. She has to be around for them. She gives a nod and a soft smile back. You don’t miss her biting on her bottom lip as she slips off the bed. 
“I need to get dressed and get the boys ready.” She tells you softly. While Wanda gets everything together you get ahold of Carol to let her know what’s going on. 
“Make sure nothing bad is going on by the time we get there. Am I understood?” I ask through the phone and she knows what I mean. 
“Yes Ma’am. Everything will be perfect when you get here with them. You have my word.” You hang up the call as you wait in the kitchen for the three of them and of course the boys are nothing but questions. 
You can tell Wanda is getting overwhelmed by all the questions the boys are throwing her way over all the sudden changes especially from Billy who you’ve quickly learned is the more sensitive of the two boys. You take a deep breath and kneel down, getting the boys attention. 
“Listen boys I know you have a lot of questions for your mom, but I want you guys to look at this like a vacation! My house that we’re going to stay at for a bit has a pool with all the toys you can think of! It has a slide and a waterfall! I have a room that is filled with every video game system and just about all their games. I have a room that has a pool table and a foosball table and air hockey!” You tell them, slowly seeing their faces light up. “I have a room that’s like a movie theater with popcorn and candy and soda. I have just about everything your little hearts could want or need and if I don’t have it, guess what?” 
“What?” Billy asks making me smile. 
“I will make sure we get it, okay? Does that sound fair enough?” The two boys nod in agreement. “So you’re going to stop asking your mom so many questions and instead help her pack, right?” Another nod in agreement to your words as they turn towards their draws, grabbing things they want and need while Wanda gives you a smile and you smile back. 
You stand up motioning for Wanda to follow while the boys pack up. You two head towards the kitchen. You lean against the counter, crossing your arms, Wanda standing opposite of you. 
“I hope I didn’t overstep by saying I’d get them things if we didn’t have it. I obviously don’t have kids and I honestly just wanted them to stop asking you questions because I could see it was overwhelming you since you weren’t sure how to answer.” Wanda reached her hand out to you, her hand gripping onto your arm. She rubbed it softly as you looked at her and you could tell she had done it as a friendly gesture to reassure you it was okay, but when you felt her hand tighten on your bicep you can tell she gets distracted for a moment. 
“We’ll cross the bridge when we come to it, okay? If it’s something I find unreasonable for them to be asking it will be a no. Make sure they always ask me and you get confirmation from me.” 
“That sounds like a deal to me. Always ask Mom.” You smirk at her as she pulls back her hand.
“I-I’m going to go grab my bags and check on the boys.” She stammers as she heads back upstairs, leaving you there chuckling to yourself.
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“Wow!” The boys said in unison as they came through the front door. “Are you made of money Ms. Y/N?” Tommy asks.
“I work very hard for my money Tommy. This is what hard work can get you boys.” You tell them with a smile as they poke their heads around Carol comes over with a smile along with Kamala. Carol leans over whispering in your ear,
“Ma’am I tried to tell her it wasn’t a good time, but Maya is waiting in your office.” If the boys weren’t here you’d probably smack Carol so hard. Instead you plaster a smile on your face.
“Well boys, Wanda. I have to attend to some work issues, but Carol and Kamala here will show you around, okay?” The boys nod excitedly and Wanda takes the few steps over to you, a worried look in her eyes as she grips your arm. You give her a reassuring smile, leaning in to whisper,
“It’s nothing to do with Natasha. It’s a friend who doesn’t know what no means. I’ll be back shortly. I promise you’re safe with them.” She looks into your eyes confirming the truth in your words then nods, letting you go off to deal with the problem at hand as you head up to your office. 
You open and close the sliding oak doors of your office stomping on the floor to get Maya’s attention as soon as she’s looking at you you sign,
“It really isn’t a good time Maya.” She rolls her eyes and signs back,
“I understand you met back up with Natasha.” You groan,
“Unfortunately.” Maya and you had met after being in similar situations of a mob boss taking advantage of you. Both of you wanted to be in charge so Maya tends to work in the shadows and also with the Tracksuits, she keeps them in line as much as anyone could. Mainly they’re muscle that the two of you use because they have maybe one braincell between all of them.
“So what are we doing about her?” She signs and you sit on your desk in front of her. 
“Meeting up with her in a few hours and paying off a debt for this woman.” You bring up the security camera’s around the house showing Maya Wanda and her boys. “Natasha gave her a loan and then when she couldn’t pay it back right away she took Wanda and tried to do what she did to me. She’s under our protection now.” Maya nods, 
“Are you keeping her here?” She signs.
“For the time being. I don’t trust Natasha.” You sigh. “Come with me to this meeting? I just need you as back up in the shadows incase things go sideways.” Maya signs for yes with a smile. 
Carol was your right hand for most things, but Maya was your most trusted person. No one could replace her between her skills and companionship the two of you had formed over the past five years.
“Thank you.” You sign and she just lightly punches your arm before slipping out. Though she wouldn’t be there when you exited you knew she wouldn’t be far. Just in the shadows.
You watched the security monitors for a few minutes watching the boys enjoy the much bigger room they’d get to share. Kamala showing them their room along with all the fun rooms scattered about the house. 
Your eyes flickered around until you spot Wanda and Carol in your room. It’s not where you had told Carol to take Wanda, but you’d let it slide for now. Your California King bed rather empty with just yourself. If Wanda wanted to stay there it would be fine by you.
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You sat in the café legs crossed and sipping on your usual order while looking at your phone while waiting for Natasha to show her face. You were always a person that goes by the rule, ‘if you’re on time you’re late.’ while Natasha always showed up five minutes or later to any meeting saying, ‘you hold the power that way.’ It always made you roll your eyes because you hated being late anywhere. 
When she showed up at 12:15 you rolled your eyes at the tardiness. She grabbed her coffee before joining you.
“Well isn’t this fun. You playing the boss roll. All grown up now aren’t you?” She teases and another roll of your eyes.
“I’m not playing Natasha. I worked hard to get here.” 
“No thanks to me.” 
“Yeah. No thanks to you. I didn’t want this Natasha. You forced me into this life acting like you just wanted me to be able to protect myself.” You accused as you grabbed out the manila folder. “It’s all in there Tasha. So I need your word that you’ll be leaving Wanda Maximoff and her boys alone now that the loan plus interest is paid.” Natasha looked it through just as she had last night. 
“One more thing and I’ll leave your new little toy alone.” You want to jump across the table and punch her in the face for her little comment, but you’re in a very public place for a reason and you won’t ever be the one to hit first.
“What is it Natasha? What could you possibly want?” You ask exasperated.
“You of course. One last time. You know since you walked out on me.” You feel your face pale; your whole body going hot and ears ring until you can’t hear anymore.
Did she really just ask you that? To sleep with her again? You could feel the familiar feel of bile in the back of your throat, the sound of a gunshot, the metal and sulfur in your nose like you were reliving that night all over again. 
“You’ll leave them alone?” She nods. “Promise me.” 
“I promise.”
“On Yelena’s life.” 
“On Yelena’s life.” She repeats, and so you have no choice but to agree.
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that last ask has me thinking about soft daddy Henry who cares so much about your mental health. I have adhd (not bad but it’s there) and I really struggle with depression and anxiety in the wrong environment. I can just see daddy!Henry mode activated if you went to a party you didn’t know would be so loud and chaotic. He has you lean against a corner and breathe in sync with him, uses his charm to find a perfect excuse to leave. You’re all “I’ll be okay, we don’t have to go,” and he just gives you that daddy look like he can’t believe you would downplay your needs like that, and he low (high) key wants to spank you for it. And then he cuddles you all night long. But then if you get depressed (maybe you’re PMSing, maybe someone said something that triggered a bad thought cycle), he runs you a bubble bath and pours you a glass of wine and rubs your shoulders and snuggles you through your favorite Disney movie. And goodness help them, if someone did say something negative to you, but he would spend the night making you fall apart on his fingers and tongue until you forgot all about that silly person 🤭
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(Henry is a big protective bear in this one, so a gif of Walter had to be used obviously.)
 Overwhelmed
A party gets out of hand when some harsh words are thrown around. Henry is there to pick up the pieces, but it’s not always so easy healing your broken mind. (Based on this original ask)
Warning: 18+ smutty content, RPF, minor alcohol consumption, bullying, minor violence, bad thoughts and self image, mental health issues, panic attacks, comfort, daddy kink (not exactly dd/lg, but could have undertones), oral (f receiving), Henry being a gentleman and expecting nothing in return 🤭, multiple orgasms
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Any typos are my own
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This was supposed to be a small get together. That’s what you were told. A plan for a few friends to gather for a couple drinks at home. Maybe you would play some board games.
But a few people quickly turned into loads. And a couple drinks was soon an incessant river of alcohol. Now you found yourself stuck in the middle of a jumping house party.
At least thirty sweaty bodies were packed into the mediocre sized home. And new faces seemed to be showing up every minute. And the only person you knew in this place, Henry, had left to go get you some water when he saw you start to panic. 
This definitely wasn’t your kind of crowd.
Miraculously, he had found a quiet corner for you to wait in. So that is where you waited for him, as patiently as you could. You did your best to remain calm as the loud music thudded in the other room. The vibrations rattled your throbbing head. You leaned against the wall in the empty hallway, sighing.
Why did social gatherings like this overwhelm you? It always seemed like a good idea in theory. A place to meet with people, an opportunity to make new friends. But your imbalanced brain had a way of ruining things. You could never enjoy yourself. And you were sure you weren’t a joy to be around when you got overstimulated like this.
Wait for Henry, you told yourself. Don’t get too worked up. He will be back soon.
You heard footsteps approaching, so you lifted your head with a weak smile. You were expecting him to return, and all would be well again. Only it wasn’t him. Instead it was the host of the party, the one who told you it was a small gathering.
Jake. A friend of Henry’s. One that always gave you bad vibes. You bit your tongue with your bad feelings about him. If your man liked him, so should you. You were being paranoid. As always.
“Hi, Jake.” You wiped the anxious sweat from your brow, offering him a polite smile. “Quite the party.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you left already.” His voice seemed to be laced with distaste, but you figured you were imagining it. 
“I’m waiting for Henry. He left to get us some water.” You explained, wiping your damp palms on your thighs.
“Your little errand boy, right?”
“H-Huh?” You uttered in confusion. Errand boy?
“You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, don’t you? You say jump and he says how high.” He spat, crossing his arms
“Jake, I’m not-” Perhaps you were about to stick up for yourself, but he cut you off again so the words died in your throat.
“He can’t seem to go anywhere without you tagging along. Asking him for a guys night is like pulling teeth. Always spending time with the old ball and chain. You’re nagging him 24/7, aren’t you?” He scoffed.
“No, I…” You trailed off, thinking long and hard. Did you nag him?
Jake gave you hardly any time to think before spurting out more insults.
“Y’know I never could see what he saw in you. No one can. The man can get anyone. Everyone knows that. So why does he go and pick a ugly slag like you?” He jabbed, and you felt your eyes prick.
Your chest tightened. That was a question you asked yourself everyday. Everytime you woke up next to Henry. When he greeted you with a kiss and a smile. A beautiful way to start the day. But deep down it made you feel vulnerable. 
What did you do to deserve him? Nothing. Nothing at all. You were nobody. A nobody with a broken mind. 
“Why don’t you leave so the man can actually have some fun for once?” He was right. 
You blinked and didn’t say anything. You took his advice though, wobbling away as your heart began to beat quicker. You had to get out of here. The front door never seemed so far away.
You could already feel yourself spiraling as you rounded the corner to the living room. It was packed and loud. More people shuffled into your sight range. With each new face, it felt harder to breathe. You were suffocated.
You inhaled shakily, stumbling a little. You collided with a hard body, and as you were about to whip around a pair of hands cupped your shoulders. You tried to turn and apologize, but the person spoke.
“Darling? Are you alright?” Henry. You looked at him, taking in his features. He was here to protect you. But why weren’t you able to calm down? 
His lips were moving, though you couldn’t hear him. Everything was muffled. The people, the music, his voice. It all sounded far away. Like you were underwater. 
Your breathing was labored, your brain dissociating when the panic almost overtook you. The only way you were going to survive this was by detaching your mind from your body.
You felt yourself being moved. His solid presence was behind you, holding you by your shoulders. Your attention was focused on the floor. Pairs of shuffling shoes invaded your vision as he guided you through the crowd.
The fresh air entered your lungs when he got you outside. Cool and refreshing, unlike the stuffy hot air inside the house. Your hands shook as you reached up to hold your face, hiccuping when you were forced back to reality.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe, I promise.” His hand gently laid on your back, not crowding you.
“Breathe, baby. Breathe in against my hand here.” He placed his other palm on your stomach, a gentle reminder to breathe in through your diaphragm.
You closed your eyes, inhaling as you concentrated on not panicking. Your breathing was shaky but it did wonders to calm you. His soft voice rang in your ears, praising you.
“There she is, good girl. I knew you could do it, I knew you could work yourself down.” He murmured. 
He stroked your moist cheek, pushing your hair away from your sweaty forehead. You leaned into his touch, your rapid heart slowing.
“Darling, what happened in there?” His face showed his worry.
“I… I got a little overwhelmed. That’s all.” You murmured while glancing down at the ground. He didn’t need to know about your encounter with Jake.
He rubbed the base of your neck sympathetically. He could tell there was more. Something was bothering you.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realize it would be so crowded.” He kissed your temple as he apologized.
“It’s alright. Neither of us could have known Jake would invite everyone he knew.” You gave him a weak smile, shaking your head.
You thought you kept your tone even while speaking about that wretched man. Henry caught it. He didn’t let his surprise be known. He was confused by your sudden annoyance towards Jake, who you tolerated before.
“Let’s go home, princess. I think we’ve had enough fun for one night.” He took your hand, kissing your knuckles while giving you a dazzling smile.
You frowned, disappointed in yourself for not being able to handle a simple house party. He had seemed really excited about this get together. Even as more people showed up, he kept his smile and light heartedness. That was until your mood had dropped.
Jake was right. Henry couldn’t have fun with you around. You ruin everything. Quickly, you had to fix this.   
“No, no- I’m okay. I-I only needed a breather.” You shook your head frantically, swallowing. You grimaced when you realized how dry your throat was.
His expression dropped slightly, resembling a scold. He held the water out to you after opening it, silently urging you to drink. You took the bottle sheepishly, sipping from it slowly. 
“We’re not staying here anymore. We need to go home and decompress. Both of us.” He sighed when you pouted, softening his features as he rubbed your shoulders. He leaned in, kissing between your brows as you furrowed them.
“I really need to snuggle my favorite girl right now, okay? We can have a nice bubble bath. I’ll wash you up then maybe we can watch a movie after I get you into some warm pajamas.” He leveled with you, cupping your cheek.
“Okay...” You smiled weakly. Cuddling with him sounded better than anything. 
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He started to turn towards the car.
“Hey, you two!” A voice called out from behind you, a familiar one that made you both freeze. For different reasons.
Henry spun around first, a grin on his face as he greeted his friend. They embraced in a hug as you turned slowly, trying to keep a polite smile. You hoped Jake would just let you two go without any snide comment.
The man in question spared you a glance as Henry patted his shoulder. 
“Hey, man. This has been quite the party. Y/N and I had a great time.” 
“Really? You’re leaving so soon.” Jake questioned, his brow raising in suspicion.
“Oh, I’ve got an early meeting in the morning. My manager contacted me with some stuff about emergency re-shoots. You know how it goes, man.” He quickly came up with a solid excuse, smooth as ever.
“Yeah, I know how it goes. It’s whatever the lady says right, pal?” Jake took a hearty swig of his beer, staring your man in the eye as his face dropped. You shifted on your feet, looking down in shame.
 “Sorry?” 
“Tell me, does she carry your balls around in her purse? Because you seem to have lost your pair.” He bit out viciously, the liquid courage burning in his chest.
“What did you just say?” Henry reared up, taking one long stride to get right in the other man’s face. 
His brows were pinched angrily. Jake’s eyes widened in the slightest, but the alcohol in his system was making him braver. He didn’t back down.
“You heard me. Ever since she’s been tagging along, you’ve turned into an utter bore. Must be some good pussy, because it seems to have sucked the life out of you.” He spit.
The anger that flashed on your boyfriend’s face was bone-chilling. In the blink of an eye, he had the smaller man’s collar clenched in his fists. Yanking him upwards, Henry shook him while growling.
“Do you think the fact that you’re hammered is going to keep me from punching your teeth in? I’m going to make you regret disrespecting her.” He growled dangerously.
You finally came to your senses when you saw him pull his fist backwards. Jake flinched. Thankfully you were able to stop your boyfriend before his knuckles were to connect with the drunk’s jaw.
“Don’t.” You gasped softly, catching his gaze while holding his arm in both of your hands. His eye twitched as his fist clenched tighter. You felt the tendons in his forearm jerk. You squeezed reassuringly.
You shook your head silently, a wordless plea for him to not escalate this. Punching him would only make things worse. Jake wasn’t worth it.
The anger dissipated from his face as he gazed at you. He lowered his fist, while his other hand on Jake’s collar loosened. Henry was about to let him go completely, until Jake scoffed under his breath.
“Pfft. Pussy-whipped.”
The actor’s face twisted once more. You sighed, cursing the hammered bastard mentally. He wasn’t making this any easier. You could tell Henry was still itching to beat him mercilessly. Said man grunted, your hand falling from his arm as he gripped Jake’s collar once more.
The large man lifted the smaller one off the ground. At least three feet upwards before tossing him on the grass in the front yard. You grimaced as he fell on his back in a heavy heap. Luckily Henry chose to drop him in the grass, as opposed to the pavement. 
You could see Jake’s ego wounded immediately, and you would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious. You crossed your arms, holding in a sigh as Henry bent down to talk to him.
“Don’t bother trying to apologize tomorrow when you sober up. Or else I’ll be forced to come back here and finish what I started.” He stood up, glaring at him for one last moment before he turned to you.
“Let’s go.” He whispered, walking behind you as he led you to the car. He kept you from even sparing at glance at Jake.  
You were silent as he got you in the car, looking down at your lap as he got in the driver's seat. He looked at you, you could feel his stare burning into you. Shame kept you from looking at him.
“Darling… Did Jake say something to you earlier?” He finally broke the silence. 
You opened your mouth, before closing it with a nod. Tears welled up as you recalled his hurtful words. From earlier in the night, and from now.
“What did he say to you?” He prodded.
You finally looked at him, and his jaw ticked when he saw your puffy eyes. Right then, he felt like going back and beating that idiot to a pulp for making his baby girl cry.  Your sniffles broke his heart.
“I-I don’t… I don’t want to talk about it.” You hiccuped, shaking your head. 
“Is that what got you so upset?” His voice was soft, almost broken with guilt. He should have never left you alone. 
You shrugged, Jake’s badgering surely didn’t help your already overstimulated mind. Henry bit his lip as he was forced to push away his anger to comfort you. He stroked your hair, rubbing your shoulder.
“Baby..” He trailed off, being interrupted by you.
“I just want to go home. And take that bubble bath you promised.” You begged, causing him to sigh and let it go for now. He gave you a smile.
“Of course, sweetheart. Let's go home.” He kissed your cheek before pulling away, turning the car on and driving.
Your eyelids were heavy, your head resting on your hand. You let them close for the rest of the car ride home. Your silence was making him want to squirm, but he did his best to not show his displeasure. It killed him to see you so upset.
When he parked he was sure you had fallen asleep, but you surprised him by lifting your head. He turned the car off, reaching to cup your cheek.
“Are you okay, my baby girl?” He searched your face for any more signs of tears. He saw only the dried streaks from earlier. 
You gave him a weak smile, and it did little to mend his broken heart. He matched your smile though, stroking your hair away from your face as you leaned into his hand.
“I’m okay. I promise.” Your voice was softer, smaller.
He leaned forward to kiss you, and you kissed back half heartedly. Henry pulled away, knowing you were still trying to put on a brave face for him.
His brave girl. You didn’t always have to be strong. That’s what he was here for. He wasn’t going to push you. You would talk to him eventually. You always did. 
“Let’s get inside, pumpkin.” He kissed your knuckles before getting out of the car. Of course he opened your door and helped you out.
You held his hand as he led you inside. He knelt in front of you once he closed the door, working on taking your heels off for you.
“You look so beautiful tonight… I still can’t believe you gave a man like me even a chance.” He murmured the last part to himself, rubbing your ankles when your shoes were gone.
You couldn’t quell the quiver of your lip. You’re the one who didn’t deserve him. Not in the slightest. Jake was right. What does a man like him see in a woman like you?
You masked with a smile, stroking his hair as he kissed your clothed hips. He watched you carefully, still on his knees in front of you.
“What do I have to do for you to see how perfect you are?” He whispered as he nuzzled your stomach, squeezing you close.
You hiccuped quietly. Your fingers weaved into his hair, feeling his silky curls between your digits. The sensation calmed you a little.
Soon, his warmth pulled away and when you opened your eyes again, he was standing. He cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing your flesh.
“I promised you a bubble bath. Come on, sweetheart.” He bent down to kiss your nose. You smiled lightly. 
You both went into the master bathroom, where you sat on the closed toilet lid. He turned to mess with the knobs on the large tub. The water filled the basin, then he added bubbles. 
You took a deep breath, the soft smell of vanilla and brown sugar filled your nostrils. The scent caused you to relax, the sound of the water lulling you into a calm state.
Henry stood up, helping you stand and start to undress. His fingers unzipped your dress, letting it fall off your body and pool at your feet on the tile floor. You shivered when his digits trailed over your form. They hooked on your panties and pulled them down your legs.
He helped you into the tub, and you let out a sigh as you sunk into the warm, scented water. The bubbles covered your chest, and you let yourself rest for a second. He stroked your hair, an added comfort to the warm bath.
“How does that feel, darling?” He spoke softly, his hands disappearing. You heard liquid being poured into a glass.
The sneaky devil had snagged a bottle of your favorite wine before coming up here. He was pouring it into the stemmed glass. Somehow you hadn’t noticed he grabbed it. He glanced back at you with a smirk. How did he know exactly what you needed?
“It feels perfect.” You whispered, in awe of this man. He handed you the wine, and you took a smooth sip. You hummed.
Well, it was almost perfect. There was one thing missing.
“Come in with me?” You blinked up at him, your hand wrapped around his wrist when he went to sit beside the tub.
He melted, nodding his head instantly. Anything you wanted, he would not hesitate to give to you. And anything he couldn’t do, it killed him that he wasn’t able to fulfill your every need. Thankfully, this was a simple request. He began to undress as you set the glass aside.
You watched him unashamed. This beautiful man was yours. All yours. You felt your heart begin to swell. As it always did when you thought about the fact that you were his and he was yours.
How did something like that happen to someone like you? It was unbelievable.
You scooted forward as he lowered himself in. He dragged you back into his chest after he was seated, making you relax in his embrace. He began to wash you, his breath ghosting over your shoulder as he kissed it.
“It kills me seeing you so upset.” Henry finally spoke after a lull of comfortable silence.
You pouted, feeling guilty about worrying him. Before you could open your mouth to apologize, he cut you off.
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry.” He turned your head, looking at you seriously. “None of this is your fault.”
You closed your mouth, swallowing your apology as he stroked your cheek. He sighed to himself as he traced your lower lip with his thumb.
“It took every ounce of my self control not to beat him to a bloody pulp for disrespecting you.” His voice was flat.
The protective tone he held made your heart skip a beat, and a tingle to grow between your legs. A smile ghosted your lips, your hand coming up to cup his face.
“I know. I’m starting to think I should have let you.” You cracked a smile. A real one.
“I would have. All you have to do is ask.” He turned to kiss your palm. You laid your head on his shoulder, his arms around you making you feel safe. 
“I know you would.” 
Your words had the whisper of sadness. He was perfect. Too perfect for you. There must be a catch. Henry kissed the top of your head, squeezing you gently.
“Do you want to talk about what he said to you?” He murmured, dragging the washcloth down your arms.
You sighed, his touch easing you enough to talk about it. You tell him your encounter with Jake, from the very beginning. Tears burned in your eyes as you retold the story, but they didn’t fall as you repeated his hateful words.
“He said you were too good for me. And no one understands what you see in me.” You looked at him, blinking away your tears. You don’t tell him the harsher words Jake uttered to you. No reason for him to get angry again.
“And you believed him.” It wasn’t a question. He could tell by your expression that the drunk’s words resonated deep within you. 
You shrugged. He kissed the back of your neck, breathing in your scent. He sighed, his nose pressed against your skin.
“I wish I had the words to change your mind, my love. I don’t like the way you view yourself. While you think I’m too good for you, I believe in the opposite. It is you who is too good for me.
Every morning when I wake up next to you, I always ask myself one thing. ‘What did a fool like me do to deserve such an amazing, beautiful woman?’. I still don’t have an answer.”
He kissed the side of your face, his lips next to your ear. You shivered, hanging onto every word as his hands rubbed your sides.
“But I try not to dwell on it. Because every moment I spend with you is a gift. And I much rather enjoy it and then spend our time together stressing.”
You nuzzled him as he squeezed you. You sniffled, his words calming your woeful heart. You pressed your lips to his cheek, whispering against his skin. 
“Thank you, Henry. You always know how to fix things.”
“Anything for my precious girl. Anymore wine, sweetheart?” He offered you the almost empty glass. You shook your head, gesturing for him to finish it.
He winked at you and tossed it back. You watched as his tongue came out to lick the rest off his lips. Your mouth watered. His taste was intoxicating by itself, mixed with the sweet wine it had to be heavenly.
 You decided not to wonder any longer, pressing your lips to his. He hummed, deepening the kiss as he stroked your tongue with his. You gasped into his mouth when you felt his half hard cock twitch against your spine.
He grunted, smirking as he nipped at your lower lip. He squeezed your hips, pulling away. His nose brushed against yours.
“Let’s get out and dry off, shall we? Get into some warm pajamas and then you can pick a movie to watch.”
You grinned as you started to brainstorm about which movie you were going to pick. You were off in your own world as he helped you out of the tub. He quickly dried himself. Then gently patted your body dry with a fresh towel.
You hummed a soft tune, a sign to Henry that you were starting to feel like yourself again. The material of the soft towel was making you relax. Your skin still smelled of vanilla, as did his. 
He kissed the top of your head after he was done, both of you still nude until he wrapped the towel around you. You kept stealing glances at his naked form. He smirked to himself.
“Go wait for me on the bed. I’ll pick out something comfortable for you to wear.” He pecked your lips, patting your side to urge you towards the bedroom.
You bit your lip and nodded, leaving him in the bathroom. You made sure you weren’t dripping any water before sitting on the edge of the bed. You grabbed the remote, browsing for something to watch.
Henry entered, fully clothed now as he held a pair of clothes for you in one hand. In the other, a bottle of lotion.
“I’ll get you dressed, but first-lotion.” He knew your routine.
You smiled at him, watching him massage the lotion into your shoulders and arms. He lowered the towel to get your back as he sat behind you. Your eyes were closed, listening to his breathing as he lathered you up.
His large hands spread over your chest. He weighed your breasts in his palms as his thumbs lightly grazed your nipples. You moaned softly, leaning into him. His lips touched your ear, kissing his way down your neck and shoulder.
“Lay back sweet girl.” 
You did so, gazing up at him as he stood at the end of the bed. He gathered some more lotion, rubbing into your feet. You groaned in delight when he massaged your aching soles. The sensation made you melt.
You felt his lips on the sensitive skin on your foot, gently kissing your heel, and each of your toes. He gave the other foot the same attention. His fingers creeped up your legs till he was squeezing your thighs. 
Your legs spread instinctively, presenting your core to him. His eyes became half lidded as a pleased growl tumbled from his lips.
“So beautiful. Every inch of you, darling. There’s not a part of you I don’t love.” He tugged you up on the bed, lowering himself down on his stomach between your legs.
Your breath shook when you felt his mouth against the inside of your thighs. He peppered kisses along your skin as he lifted his hands. You gasped as his fingers bumped your clit. 
“Please, Daddy.” You needed more, squirming in front of him as he teased you.
“Shh, baby girl. Daddys got you. You don’t have to beg. I’m gonna taste this perfect cunt either way.” His breath hit your center as he leaned closer, covering your slit with his mouth as soon as he ended his sentence.
His tongue was hot as it weaved between your lips, seeking out the bundle of nerves hiding. His wet appendage swirled the bead once, twice, before he puckered his lips around it. Henry suckled gently, his large hands holding your thighs apart.
You arched your back and moaned, the stimulation making your gut tighten. You reached down to hold onto his hair, tugging lightly when he gave your clit another suck. You couldn’t help it
He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, moaning against your flower as you held onto his curls. He gazed up at you, admiring the look of pleasure on your face. His tongue explored further down, dipping into your leaking hole
You bucked against his mouth, panting as your heart started to thud quickly. Incoherent groans left your mouth as you wiggled on the bed. He held you in place, snarling as he increased the pace of his tongue and lips. You tensed.
He pulled the orgasm from you with skill, your body rolling. Moans of wanton pleasure escaped you, falling apart from his lips. Your skin didn’t stop tingling until he finally pulled away.   
You panted and opened your eyes when his mouth disappeared. His lips and chin were shiny, his smirk large as you got bashful at the sight of him.
“Mmm, you taste delicious. As always. Wish I could eat you all day.” He growled, one of his hands going back to your pussy. Your jaw dropped open as he traced your puffy slit.
You inhaled as he sunk a finger into you, your hole closed around it eagerly as you clenched down. He moaned under his breath, his gaze attached to the way your body swallowed his digit inside. 
“So tight, baby girl. It feels so nice to just relax and let Daddy make you feel good, doesn’t it? I love seeing you squirm. I want you to cum again. Can you do that for Daddy, beautiful?”  
You nodded quickly. He added a second finger, almost like he knew you needed it. You concentrated on the feeling of his fingertips rubbing against your convulsing walls. He found your special spot with no problem, growling when you let out a cry.
“There you go, good girl.” He grunted, shaking his fingers inside you. You squealed, and Henry moaned at the sound. “Cum for me, princess. Cum for daddy.”
He toyed with your g-spot, his lips finding your nub again. The sensations all blended together, and soon you lost yourself in another orgasm. You sobbed, gripping his head between your thighs and you arched off the bed.
He gulped down all that you gave, rutting his fingers into you to pull you through the tendrils of euphoria. Your body relaxed as your orgasm subsided. He finally pulled away with one last lingering lick of your cunt.
“Are you still with me, gorgeous?” He chuckled when you hummed and nodded lazily. “Did you decide on a movie to watch?”
You pouted silently as you glanced down at his groin. He was obviously aroused, yet wasn’t expecting you to return the favor. You wanted to take care of him. Your hand rested on his thigh. He chuckled, lifting your hand to kiss it. 
“That’s nothing for you to worry about right now, darling. You need to rest. Now, have you decided on a movie?” He questioned you again.
“Lilo and Stitch.” You murmured as he stood up, your gaze following him.
“Lilo and Stitch it is then.” He grinned leaning over you to peck your lips. You could taste a hint of your own essence on his tongue.
Henry dressed you in the warm pajamas he picked out of you beforehand. You sighed in content, smiling up at him as he switched on the movie. He smiled back at you, scooting onto the bed and pulling you close. You snuggled him, your face in his chest.
“I love you, Darling. Don’t ever forget that. No matter how bad your thoughts might get, I want you to remember how much I love you. You mean everything to me.” His voice vibrated in his chest, and you lifted your head to fixate on him.
“I love you, Henry. You’re my everything. I don’t think I could live without you.” You whispered, your eyes locked.
“Good thing you won’t have to. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.” He smiled, kissing you with a pleasant hum. You giggled.
“Now let’s watch ‘Lilo and Stitch’. Who’s the little blue guy again?”
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xhdream · 4 months
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caught red handed (18+)
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pairings: non idol!gunil x fem!reader
genre: explicit smut, minors dni!
summary: you’re paired up with the nerdy, introverted guy from your class for a group project, only to find out you may have more in common with him than you thought
contains: nerdy loser gunil, dom!reader but nothing hardcore, explicit language, unprotected sex, oral sex (m/f), overstimulation (m), bondage (m), dirty talk, college setting
a/n: inspired by a spicy convo me and @n034sy had in the chat - dedicating this one to her ♡
!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes
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Gunil slams his laptop shut, when you storm into his dorm room, without even knocking.
“Where’s your roommate?” You ask, taking off your jacket.
“Uhm, he has classes today.” Gunil responds in a restless tone, while not letting you out of sight, as you tour the small almost empty male room.
This isn’t the first boy room you visit in this dorm. Yet, you always find yourself scanning for something intriguing, before realising they’re all the same. You keep talking casually about the place, without giving too much thought to Gunil’s uneasy, almost, trembling like a lief posture.
His sweaty palms rub on the fabric of his pants, as he closely follows your light, quiet footsteps. He sighs in relief, when you sit down on his bed to open your bag.
“Should we start?”
“Uhm, yes, sure.” He makes a few steps, before deciding to put away his laptop with red circles on his cheeks, that he prays to God you don’t notice.
“Oh, shit,” you sigh with a guilty pout on your face. “I forgot to bring my notes with me.” Gunil blinks at you with a rising concern. “Wait, I have them in my email. I can just log in from your computer and we’re good to go.”
You decisively toss your bag on the floor, then bounce from the bed towards Gunil’s small desk, but out of nowhere, he jumps in front of you, taking the laptop before you. You glance at the weirdly panicked way he holds it to his chest with both hands.
“I’m not gonna steal your fancy laptop, relax.” You giggle, and return to the same spot.
Gunil’s lips curl up, trying to force a smile very badly. He’s clearly embarrassed from his behaviour, so you try to change the subject.
“Anyways,” you let out a deep breath. “Let’s get to work. I have classes in the afternoon, I don’t have the whole day.”
“Oh, uhm… Sorry.” He looks around the small room, before sitting clumsily beside you. You eye up and down his stiff figure, and you’re almost sure you see fear in his eyes.
After sitting several seconds next to you, Gunil decides to move his position, as far as possible. Sadly the bed is for one person, so he couldn’t distance himself that far as he would’ve liked to. You look at him amused from the other side of the mattress.
“Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” he says quietly, placing the computer on his lap.
You always knew he was shy, introverted and kind of a classic game obsessed loser, but you had no idea it was that bad. At least he could show more excitement from the fact you were here. No other girl from your class would be willing to waste her time like this.
“Then why are you running away from me?” You ask, coming closer, which results in Gunil moving a pillow, so he can lean almost sideways against the wall.
“I-I’m not.”
You follow his gawky gestures, as he tries to position the computer in a way you cannot peek at the screen. Could he be more obvious?
“Are you hiding something?”
“N-no, it’s nothing.” He stutters.
“You are,” you squint with your eyes suspiciously. “What are you hiding there?”
“I’m not hiding anything,” Gunil’s voice trembles harder with every word, as he becomes more irritated from the way you keep on insisting.
You grin widely, moving next to him. The blue sheets shuffle under your body while you sit on your knees. The boy’s cheeks flush from being so close to you all of a sudden. Sweet scent of perfume tickles his nose, while he tries his best to control his breathing. For the first time he feels such a close presence of a pretty girl being next to him.
You decide that Gunil needs a push, so you take off the excited grin of your face.
“Open it then,” you say boldly through teeth, gazing at his side profile.
You suck on your bottom lip, as you wait for any reaction.
He’s handsome, you realise. You’ve never taken the time to look at Gunil closely before, however, now that you stand here next to him, shoulder to shoulder, you notice that his nicely sharp features are attractive. His lips have a sexy sensual shape, that makes you come to the conclusion that with some practice he could be a good kisser. And his ams… You’re surprised to see muscles, very nicely formed from the white shirt he’s wearing under a striped knitted vest.
His brown hair falls in his eyes, as his hand roams nervously over the laptop. Without hesitation you pull the device from his lap, and immediately open it as fast as you can.
The screen lights up in your face when Gunil’s body comes on top of you, trying to shut it off.
“Stop,” you shout in amusement. “Let me see!”
Because his computer runs fast, you’re glad to see the internet browser opening without a problem after you click enter. Your excitement rises in your chest, as your eyes scan the porn site he’s been entertaining himself with, before you come here.
The video starts playing, and it doesn’t take long for you to gasp. A provocative scene of a naked man on his knees, being slapped on the face multiple times, makes something in your body flutter in surprise, as you’ve never would’ve guessed a guy like Gunil would be into this kind of perversions. The man begs to lick the woman hovering over him, promising her that after he makes her cum with his tongue, he’ll make her cum again from his big cock. She giggles erotically, before shoving his head between her legs. The lewd, sloppy noises fill the room, making Gunil cover his red ears from embarrassment.
“Turn it off,” he begs. “Please…”
You chuckle, putting the video on pause. Turning around, while still laying on your elbows, you find Gunil nervously pacing around with hands inside his pockets, but when he feels your gaze on his body, he picks up one of his pillows, sits on the corner of the bed and buries his face in it.
“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he mumbles, making you laugh out loud.
“Don’t be such a little kid.”
Your laidback and confident personality only intimidates Gunil more, making everything even worse right now. Also, what if you tell someone about this? His heart drops from the sudden thought of anyone finding out. You probably will, he assumes, and there’s nothing he can do to stop you.
“I watch porn sometimes too,” you add and Gunil doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re speaking through a cheeky smile. “Everyone does.”
Suddenly Gunil’s panting starts to normalise, but he’s still not sure what to do or to say. He feels so exposed, and the fact it’s in front of the most beautiful and wanted girl from class makes everything feel like a fever dream.
While he contemplates on the situation, Gunil flinches from a sudden touch. When he looks up from the pillow to turn around, he sees your feet pressing into his thigh.
“Do you know that you will look so much better without that vest?” Your voice comes out in a lower than your usual tone.
Gunil swallows, trying to think the question through, but your leg that keeps stroking his thigh is so distracting. His vision suddenly gets blurry, as he stares at your toenails through the black thin tights, that formed your leg so charmingly. Warm pressure starts growing in his underwear, making his entire body freeze in one place. He immediately tries to cover it with his hand, but not very successfully. Again, he’s too obvious.
“I haven’t thought about… that.” He answers cautiously, after clearing his throat.
“I’m sure you haven’t thought about a lot of things.”
You slide your body down a little, so you can get closer to him, causing more of your thighs to reveal underneath your skirt. Your leg rubs on Gunil’s crotch, making him gasp from the unexpected friction. He was so nervous, and you could only imagine how needy he was. For touch. For release.
“You’re more attractive than you realise, Goo Gunil.”
The seductive change in your tone blasts in Gunil’s head like a fire alarm he wanted to turn off, but couldn’t. Why are you doing this? he asks himself over and over again.
You sit up, while your right leg is still upon his lap, your left one - behind his back, trapping him like a dog in a cage.
“Did you cum?” You ask innocently.
“W-what?” He exclaims almost outraged. “No… No, I didn’t do anything.”
“Poor, baby boy,” you coo through a pout, stroking his toned biceps with your fingers. He definitely goes to the gym. “Y/N ruined his fun.”
You squeeze his muscle lightly through the clothing, imagining how he’d look without it.
“Take off that vest. I hate it.”
Gunil looks at you for the first time in awhile. His face is tizzy, and you can read the clear confusion and uncertainty all over his features. His pretty lips are slightly parted, releasing heavy breaths.
He stands on his feet, after you raise a brow at him.
“See, that’s so much better already,” you state when you see the vest coming off, messing up his hair. “You may have better grades than me, but I know a lot of other fun things, that you don’t.”
Gunil watches you, from the centre of the room, feeling on edge. How you move around in his bed where he sleeps every night, how you distort his own bed sheets. His laptop is still there open next to you with the filthy image glaring at him. His mind starts uncontrollably drifting to other places… What porn do you watch, and do you touch yourself while doing it too?
He squeezes lips, fixing the colar of his shirt.
“For example, I know you have a hot body, that a lot of girls would love to fuck if you’re just more confident in yourself.”
“What are y-you saying right now…” Gunil exhales deeply, and you see the way his fitted shirt emphasises his chest.
“I’m saying that I want to suck you off,” you spit out, and get on your knees. “Before I make you eat me out like that.” You point at his bright screen.
Gunil couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, nor the sight of you taking off your top in front of him. Everything seemed like a sick illusion.
“Come here,” you purr, reaching with one hand.
You immediately start unbuttoning his shirt, getting heated, as more of his skin reveals at you.
At this point Gunil is speechless from your sudden interest in him. Too much thoughts are tangling in his mind, making it all foggy, and all of them revolve around you - the greedy unfamiliar way you look at his body, your irresistible boobs held by your lace bra he desperately needs to suck on. Simply the fact you want to blow him.
When his shirt is finally off, you stick out your tongue, and trace it onto Gunil’s toned stomach. With hands around his waist, you lick from his lower tummy all the way up to his chest, placing a few smooches here and there. You hear his heartbeat racing through his warm skin, while you move to his left nipple to gently suck on it. You learn he’s sensitive after you hear a soft moan, when you playfully bite it.
“These abs must look really nice after you paint them with cum,” you speak out lowly, while your fingertips shape circles, causing him goosebumps. You can’t get enough, so you continue covering his stomach with pretty scarlet marks.
You look up at him, sinfully through your long lashes, when you decide to move onto removing his belt.
“Don’t hold back your moans from me. I love it when boys whine.”
The words make Gunil’s insides swirl, but he manages to mumble a response.
“I won’t.”
“Good boy.”
Your lips curl up when you free him at once from the repressing underwear. A trail of drool almost runs from the corner of your mouth, when you see his cock bounce up, once you slid the fabric down his legs. It’s thick, and a lot bigger than you expected it to be.
“Mmm…” you hum, eyeing it a little closer. Gunil’s eyes widen, not sure what to make of your reaction. “It’s so pretty… and big.”
“Is that… good?” He asks with a doubtful note.
“It’s perfect.”
Gunil gnaws at his lips, intoxicated by the look of his erection pointing right at your gorgeous face. You take it in your gentle fist, brushing the salty tip on your wet lips, enjoying the feeling of his veins against your skin. This makes Gunil’s head spin like a spiral, and he shuts his eyes. Until you speak up again.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” You slap your tongue with the flushed head of his cock, making his jaw drop.
You didn’t have the patience to wait for a response, which wasn’t a problem. His answer was already pulsing into your tight fist; delicately dripping precum between your fingers.
When you slide it in your mouth, Gunil is no longer humming awkwardly above you. While you move your head back and forth, twirling your tongue around his thick length, and your wrist around what’s left of his base, he turns into a groaning mess. He has to tug on your hair, so he doesn’t collapse on the ground. He promised himself that he’ll keep his emotions under control, that he’ll not make a fool of himself again in front of you, but his mind went blank the second his cock hit your throat for the first time.
“O-oh my… ‘m gonna…” His half-shut eyes watch you pull out his member just in time, leaving him with an open jaw, whimpering and shaky. “F-fuck, I-…”
“You’re gonna what? Cum?” You tease him by cupping his sensitive balls. “Already?”
“Mm, I-I can’t help it…”
“Fuck my mouth first.” Gunil blinks at your glinting from spit mouth. “Fast,” you add in a bold tone. “And don’t stop unless you don’t want your cum in my tummy.”
After he’s deep in your mouth, Gunil’s hips gradually pick up a steady quick pace, as his hands are wrapped around your head, holding you in place like a sex doll. His cock is throbbing desperately for release, while he jerks sloppily into your face, getting absolutely absorbed in the unfamiliar feeling. With his right leg up on the bed, aiming for harder deeper spots in your throat, his abs clench at the way your small mouth expands to meet his every thrust. The lewd noises emerging from your throat mix with the loud smacking of his hardening ballsack against your chin, causing his upper body to fall forward from overwhelming pleasure.
His jerk off sessions cannot compare even slightly to the euphoric experience of being in a real mouth, especially an experienced like yours.
Gunil’s voice gets louder, as it doesn’t take him too long to reach his peak, and higher pitched when he feels your gags vibrating nicely around his squirting head. He doesn’t rush into pulling away, instead, he waits for the thrill to wind down, as you warm him up. You focus on breathing through your nose, soaking the sheets with spit, as the last drip of his hot cum slides down your throat.
“That was pretty good, baby boy.” You speak up trough your own heavy panting, after Gunil empties your mouth. You stick out your tongue, showing him you swallowed it all to the last drop. “How does my throat feel?”
He watches you, lightheaded, how you lightly lick your upper lip with the tip of your tongue. There’s a little bit of a mess left on your chin, a slick mixture of cum and spit. He’s eager to lick it all off, but something is holding him back.
“So… nice.. amazing.”
“I think it would feel even better if it’s inside my pussy.” You say, removing your bra. “Do you agree?”
Gunil’s woozy gaze moves from your bare breasts to your hips, where your fingers unzip your skirt. You toss the clothing to the floor, and stay sat on the mattress, only in your black transparent tights, letting Gunil to take a nice look of you.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?” You ask him, wiping off the sticky leftovers of his cum from your mouth. Gunil shakes his head, too mesmerised by your actions to speak out. When you make sure your fingers have enough of the mixed juices, you massage one of your nipples until it’s wet and sloppy, watching the boy in front of you, getting lost in your motions.
Even before you’ve removed your hand from your boob, Gunil was already on his knees, crawling between your legs like a puppy. He opens his mouth, and sticks his tongue out to lick everything off. You feel goosebumps covering the skin of your arms, when your nipple perks up from his tongue, causing Gunil to smooch it whole with his lips.
“Ahh, yes, baby, lick it all off. That’s it.” You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the muffled sounds of his moaning against your skin. “Mm, poor baby boy, must feel nice finally having a nipple to suck on, you must be so, so horny.” You take his free hand, moving it on your right breast. Gunil immediately begins squeezing it like a stuffed toy, without pulling his mouth from the other. “Bite on my nipple.” You moan, as Gunil’s spit drips down your neckline, all the way down to your bellybutton. “Harder,” you pull on his hair, emphasising your need. When you feel his teeth grip on your hardened nipple stronger, you feel the familiar warmth, spreading like wildfire in your lower region. “Mmm, yeah, that’s what I wanted. You’re so obedient, baby.” You pull away his face from you, by gripping his chin. “Now get on the bed for me.”
You eagerly climb up on Gunil’s body when his bare back hits the mattress, and you press your lips onto his. His hands hang loosely in the air, not sure where to go, before you take his wrists, and pin them above his head.
Warm thrill shoots through your body, when you playfully rub your still clothed cunt on his tight stomach. You had no idea you’d end up so turned on when you started this, but here you are - grinding on his body just like you did on your pillow during your high school days. You can feel yourself only getting wetter, the more you look at his pretty sweating face, framed from his two firm muscled arms. He looks strong, like he can pound into you with hours, holding you in a headlock, while your insides get ruined from his cock, and you know he’s capable of doing that, but he doesn’t know it yet.
You’re the only one, that can get this side of him out, but not today.
Right now, you need to see him fall apart.
“You have to return me the favour now.” You say against his open mouth.
A breathy moan escapes your mouth, after you feel his desperate attempt to shove his tongue through. You wait for it to travel around yours, so eagerly and pushy, before pulling away with a string of spit connecting your mouths.
“Have you eaten pussy before?” You lick off the spit of his chin.
Gunil tilts his head, looking away embarrassed. On the moment, you snap at him by grabbing his jaw, forcing him to look at you.
“No!” Your manicure presses into his cheeks. “You will look at me when I speak to you, do you hear me?”
Gunil nods, locking eyes with yours. He feels his cock twitching as a result of your demands.
“I want to see in your eyes how much you want me.” You let go of his hands, after one last suck on his neck.
A sudden ripping sound caughts Gunil’s attention only to find your nails going right through the fabric of your tights. He swallows, staring at your now exposed panties. Your vagina is sitting on top of his lower abs, and that suddenly makes him not want to stay still anymore.
“I-I want to…” He hesitates a little before continuing his thought. “Can I touch you?”
You grin approvingly at his sudden involvement. You reach behind your back with a drop of spit in your palm, to grab his cock, that just got relaxed and much softer. Its perfect girth feels so nice when you hold it, and you can’t stop daydreaming of having it inside you.
“Where do you want to touch?” You ask, stroking the length slowly. Squeezing just a little when you reach the red tip. It immediately starts twitching, suddenly forced to bare a new wave of stimulation.
“Aah… ‘m…” Gunil’s words roll off his tongue incoherently, making him even more attractive in your eyes. “Everywhere,” he tries raising his deep voice, hoping to sound more assertive, but it just comes out like the rest of his whining.
“That’s not specific enough, honey.”
He makes an attempt to sit up, when the edging becomes too overwhelming, but you immediately stop him by pressing your free hand to his chest.
“I didn’t say you could move yet.”
You chuckle loudly when he drops back down with a defeated look in his face. His lips are getting puffier from constantly biting on them, as your hand slides up and down his stiffening cock in an unbearable speed.
“Here,” you tell him, leaving his cock to drop on his lower tummy, and position yourself above Gunil’s face. You pull your panties to the side, hovering over his mouth. The warm breath coming from his parted lips, brushes against your wet pussy, sending shivers down your spine. His breathing alone makes your hole clench in desire, and you couldn’t believe it. “Make me feel good with that pretty mouth, and I will let your hands touch me wherever you want. But for now, keep them away.”
Sweet relief flows through your body, when you finally feel the attention you’ve been so badly craving. Just as you expected, Gunil starts slow. His tongue moves nervously with little kitten licks between your lips. It feels nice, but only that… while you needed more. You’re just about to speak up, helping him out, when you feel his lips pressing against your folds harder, while his full tongue shoots pleasure right into the sweet knot, that waits to be crushed, making you gasp in surprise.
Noticing the change in your reactions, Gunil repeats the same motions, but with more pressure on your clit. He sucks on it, stimulating the sensitive ball of nerves, before pulling away to catch his breath, then returning to make out with your pussy. He spreaded your lips with his mouth beforehand, as much as he could without the help of his fingers, which were now gripping the sheets with knuckles turning white. You cannot help, but mewl in higher volumes, as he begins slurping on the increasing wetness. Those were the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard in his life, and he didn’t want them to stop.
“Fuck, Gunil, h-how…” You throw your head back from the unexpected satisfaction, that keeps on building up. “You’re doing so good… just like that, y-yes.”
Gunil’s fingers grip tightly in response to your praises, and your thighs trembling harder around his head. He feels the urge to squeeze on them as firmly as he could, but his submission to you was stronger, so he controlled his emotions. However, the way you so sensually rolled your sweet lips against his face like a porn star, made him wish he could grab and eat you whole. It seems the more he has of you, the thirstier he gets, which causes his tongue to become increasingly aggressive, making your hips dance in the same rhythm.
“O-oh my god, someone’s greedy…” You pull on his hair, while grinding on his flattened tongue harder, rolling your eyes back at your skull. “Good boy, mmm… you’re being so good for me, baby. Fuck, eat me up with that pretty tongue, just like that…”
Your dirty talk was the last straw for Gunil, and he doesn’t think twice. His hands grab onto your ragged tights, and rip everything apart, before you even have the time to notice.
“Gunil!” You gasp, looking down at him. Your hips freeze in one place. “What are y-“ The sudden feel of your exposed butt cheeks being roughly grasped on makes your question fall through your lips in a weak whimper.
Gunil’s now filled hands grip, squeeze and smush your cheeks, as if he was a little kid, playing with a toy for the first time. He pulls you closer, spreading your cheeks, craving to slide his finger inside your hole, and see what it feels like.
“I didn’t say you could do that,” you grumble, as Gunil slides one finger through your walls, and you feel how they immediately start pulsing around it, begging for friction.
The electrifying feeling of his nose, rubbing your clit tightens the warm knot in your tummy, causing you to cuss loudly, as he adds another finger. Curled nicely, he begins to pump both of them inside you. His free hand holds your ass, while also supporting its movements, so you can ride his face faster towards your high. He could barely breathe, but he doesn’t care.
“O-ohh my god, don’t fucking stop… don’t…” Your hole squishes his fingers, not wanting to let go of them, harder and harder. Your hands reach backwards to hold onto his chest, as you keep moving your hips, feeling your orgasm closer. “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make m-me cum… Gunil, ‘m so close.”
You let out a deep throaty moan towards the ceiling, that definitely went through the walls of the room, while you rode intensely through your peak on Gunil’s face. His fingers barely move, blocked from your tight walls, as your whole body vibrates from pleasure, making you dizzy.
Gunil’s chest rises up and down from his heavy panting, as you lay beside him with your legs uncontrollably shaking.
He turns to look at you, not fully grasping what just happened. His whole face glints from juices, while some of his hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat.
“I told you I know more than you, silly boy.” Before you know it, you’re spitting on his cock, spreading the saliva all over by twirling your hand around maybe a bit faster, than Gunil expected, cause his thighs immediately start shaking.
“I knew there was a dirty rough side to you somewhere, and I just unleashed it. Why were you hiding it from me all this time?” You make eye contact, and Gunil can almost see how your eyes sparkle from yearning for sex.
He groans when the stimulating thrill flows through him like an electric wave, forcing him to move a hand over his face. You immediately freeze, when you see him trying to cover up, causing him to almost jerk up from the sudden feel fading away from him.
“N-no, no, p-please…”
“What did I tell you?” You cut off his begging.
“I-I’m sorry, please… p-please I need more… more, plea—…”
You resume pumping him very slowly, getting out surprisingly a swear from him. Something you didn’t expect to hear from Gunil’s mouth ever.
“You know that boys get punished when they misbehave, right? You’ve seen what happens to disobedient boys.” You form a cheeky smile, and Gunil nods, squeezing his lips together.
“Shit-t, this feels ‘mazing… m-more…”
“I wonder…” You speak up with a thoughtful tone, after dropping his cock. This makes him hold his breath in desperate anticipation. “What should I punish you for?” You lean over him with your hair tickling his face. “For not doing as I say, or for hiding your delicious cock from me?” You bite and pull on his bottom lip.
“Both.” He whispers in your open mouth without hesitation, and for the first time you couldn’t think of what to say.
“You’re full of surprises, Goo Gunil. I like it.”
Gunil’s lips curl up slightly into a flustered smile.
After you jump off the bed to get out of your ruined tights and underwear, you feel his eyes sliding on your body, leaving warm traces everywhere they go. You go to his wardrobe and easily find a tie, that would do the job.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” You return to him, spreading your bare legs wide open right in front of him.
Gunil comes closer, positioning himself between your thighs. He’s glaring at the welcoming sight of your pussy. So pretty, so appetising, making his heartbeat race like crazy.
“Let me touch you… p-please.”
You pout at his cute pleading.
“I wish I could, honey, but I can’t. I have to teach you a lesson first.”
You sit up, and push him on his back, causing Gunil to wince under your rougher touch. A slight bit of relief loosens up his body, when you straddle his lap, taking the lead. He obediently gives you to tie his wrists to the headboard, letting them hang over his head, restraining any movements, that could lead to touching you.
“I don’t want to do this, baby, but… maybe know better next time.” You rub his clenching abs, making him already shift in his place.
“Spit.” You bring one hand to his face.
A nice thick trail of saliva escapes Gunil’s lips, and you coat your entire cunt until it’s dripping. You slap it playfully two times, producing sounds that make his mouth suddenly go dry.
“Make me feel good again, baby boy,” you coo in sweet voice, that quickly turns into a demanding tone, which makes Gunil shiver. “And don’t you dare cum before me. We don’t want to add another punishment on the list.”
“I-I won’t.” Gunil shakes his head at the possibility.
You take the base of his cock, and brush the red colored tip between your slick lips. His brows immediately knit together from sensitivity, but he does his best to endure. You watch his fingers form shaky fists.
“Mmm, yes, lets shove that big cock inside, baby…” You persuade him, although he can’t do anything.
Gunil holds his breath, expecting to have his whole cock sucked in, but his face shifts into painful expression when you start slowly massaging only the tip with your tight walls.
“Mh’, n-no, no, please…” He pants with his head moving left to right. “This is t-too slow, I-I can’t…”
“Be patient, baby.”
“It’s too m-much…”
“Shhh…” Your hand crawls from his chest to his face, rubbing along his trembling bottom lip. His face is clenched in displeasure, when he shuts his eyes, baring the slow pumps that are draining everything from him. “You gotta stretch me nice first, honey, I can’t take that big cock all at once. You don’t want to hurt me, right, baby boy?” You say, still playing with his mouth. Brushing through his teeth, pressing the back of his tongue.
Every new word you spit out, makes Gunil’s mind more scattered, leaving him speechles and out of breath. His body jerks up, when you bounce off, and his poor needy tip feels the sudden cold air. His throat groans, as you hover over his cock for a few seconds, before sliding down again, taking more of him this time.
“Mmm, filling me so nice…”
The fact he could feel how every inch of him stretches your small hole is enough to make him flood your vagina with cum already, but he tries to not think about it.
Your jaw drops the second you finally feel his whole member twitching inside.
“Ngh, soo big…” You bite your bottom lip until it stings, as you stay in one place, holding it in.
You open your eyes to see Gunil’s hands resisting the binds, as the temptation to thrust is too strong.
“Ahh, pull out, p-pull out, ‘m gonna…”
“You sure?” You tease in a sweet tone.
When you hear his multiple loud yes-es, you move up, and his cock hits his stomach. He whines like a little boy, as his thighs shake uncontrollably under you, making your body jounce.
“Y/N, p-please… I don’t t-think I can do this… it hurts…”
“Punishments usually work like that, honey,” you explain, as you lean in to nibble on his exposed neck. His head is tilt on the side from exhaustion. “But you’re doing so well. Just a little more, baby.”
Your entrance sucks his cock back. Now you’re able to roll your hips freely, as you got used to his size and there’s no pain, just pure pleasure. Overstimulation washes over Gunil’s body once again, making him squirm under you, as his girth massages your aroused walls in a steady pace.
“Oh, god,” his moans quiver, making you swallow from the delicious sound. “You’re so t-tight.”
“Am I?”
“F-feels so good…” You lightly sway side to side, as his tortured body begs to jerk up for quicker, deeper pums.
“Should I go faster?”
“Please…”
You begin to spasms around Gunil with an increasing force, when you quicken the motions of your rolling hips, pressing both hands on his toned abs. The lewd wet sounds escaping from your dripping hole, clash with his own whimpering, as every part of him is trying desperately not to finish and ruin his own punishment.
However, just when you start feeling the sweet rush coming closer, you make it wheedle away.
“You’re being so good, baby.” You compliment Gunil, after you peel off his cock. “I told you you can do this.” He cries out softly, arching his back, not hearing a single word. His chest moves up and down furiously out of breath, as his skin burn like it’s on fire. He’s trying to hold onto what little control he has left in him.
“No more, please…” Gunil sighs, feeling his flushed cock throbbing faster than his heartbeat. His cheeks are embarrassingly red from having to beg so much.
“Not yet,” you reply, as you let his thick length cram into you again, refilling the room with sloppy noises.
“S-shit, shit, shit…” Gunil’s arm muscles flex, as he pulls his wrists from their restraints. He tries to bring himself up, getting hypnotised from the way his cock disappeares inside your pussy. “You’re so good at t-this. It feels so good…”
“What feels good?”
“You,” he breathes out, repeating the word over and over again, as his halfway shut eyes stop on your bouncing boobs. “Y-you feel s-so nice… inside you.” His voice gets shakier, the quicker you ride him, chasing your high. “Ah, you fuck me so good, Y/N, p-please let me… c-cum… plea-”
His last few words almost melt in the air, as you wrap your hand around his throat. The movements of your hips intensify, as the sensation below increases from his tip, hitting at your cervix.
“You’re becoming more babbly as I fuck you.” Your fingers put a little more pressure around his neck, causing him to roll his eyes back. “So cute.” You shut your eyes for a moment sinking in how good his cock feels, even though his pulsing neck vein, creeping under your hand makes your tummy clench up even harder. “You’ll cum when I say so, you hear me?”
Gunil hums poorly, as a way to respond. His jaw stays dropped open, tongue almost out. At this point, his focus is only on trying to not release accidentally, as his cock meets your g-spot repeatedly with full force.
“Hold it,” you growl at him, but he’s barely listening to what you’re saying between your moans. “Fuck, your cock fills me… ‘o good… love it…” You manage to say, as words begin to fall from your lips more incoherently. “Look at me.” You tilt his head, gazing at his dark teary eyes. “Do you wanna cum, huh? Wanna be a good boy and fill up my pussy?”
“Y-yes, yes, ‘ll be g-good, p-please…”
As the pleasure goes higher, forming anything that’s not noise of desperation, clashing with the sounds of your bodies slamming against each other, becomes too much for both of you.
“C-cum for me then, cum and fill me u-up..”
The second you throw your head back with your jaw falling open for a soundless scream, Gunil cries out, too overwhelmed from finally being able to release. With arched spine, he forces his hips upward as much as possible, while you make your last few sloppy bounces, before collapsing on his chest. His legs shift around out of control, while his tip loads your cunt.
“Mhmm, well done, filling me very nice, baby…” You mewl, loosing up the grip around his throat, while your walls get painted with hot ropes of cum.
You stay put with drained bodies, trying to regain energy to come back to your normal reality, as the effects of your highs clouds your minds.
“Shit,” you look around the room, which has gotten darker from how much time has passed since you got here.
You jump off Gunil to check what time is it, and immediately freak out when you see the digits.
“Oh, no, class starts in less than fifteen minutes, I’m gonna be late.”
You quickly untie him from the bed, and quickly try to put yourself together. Gunil is still sprawled on the bed when you rush around the room looking for your shoes. Just when you grab your bag, and toss it around your shoulder, he remembers.
“Wait, what about the project?” He shouts with a raspy voice.
“Another day.” You shout back.
“But… It’s due next week.” He says towards the already shut door.
He drops his head back onto the mattress, and gazes towards the ceiling, feeling like he’s still living in a dream from which someone is going to wake him up any moment soon.
The last thing he sees before drifting to sleep, are your forgotten ripped tights, laying on the floor of his dorm room.
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.★Birthday Boy★.
Type: Fluff
Character(s):Idia Shroud
Format: Oneshot
Catagory: x reader
Warnings: None
Idia's shaky hands gripped the sides of his phone as he swiped through all the various games to collect his log-in rewards. Being greeted with the basic hello's of the various Otome Characters and sifting through the automated Happy Birthday messages to receive the "Gifts" given by the characters.
"Probably the only Gift I'll get all dav."Idia muttered to to himself while staring blankly at his phone. Suddenly snapping out of his depressing glare when he was startled by a knock on his door. Quickly pushing himself out of his desk chair, stepping over the clothing sprawled all over the floor to his door.
Gripping the handle lightly and and turning it, pulling the door open expecting to see a package only to see your bright face and glowing smile through the cracks of the door. Letting out a embarrassingly loud shreik, hid face flushed as he slammed the door causing a loud thud to echo throughout the halls of Ignihyde.
"Omg omg omg she's here. she's here. Why is she here? Is she wishing me a HBD? Nonono dont get your hopes up. She probably doesn't even know it's your birthday, let alone wants to celebrate it. Your a sad lonely Otaku with way to much free time. Your a N she's a UR+ with like fully maxed out stats....What if she wants tocome inside? Oh God! My rooms a mess. What If she ces in sees the mess says I'm a gross weird nerd and avoids me for the rest of my life."
Your voice calls out to him comforting through the door, pausing his panic momentarily.
"Idia??? Are you alright?"
Squeaking again, fully red as his heart raced as the thuds filled his eardrums. His imagination running wild as he pictured you whispering "I love you" after you brushed his hands out of the way and pecked his greasy big forhead.
"Nonono bad Idia, ground yourself."
Shaking his head to get rid of his fantasy.
"Uh- Yeah yeah I- I'm good."
"Ok then, can I come in. Please?"
There you go again, using that kind tone of voice. Didn't you know he was a total lover and that you should NOT be being this kind to him. Yet again his mind panned to a fantasy of thetwo of you, buried underneath the covers, his arms wrapped around your waist as you buried your head into his chest, being slightly too warm for comfort but craving eachother comfort so much that neither complained nor even mentioned the heat or slightly uncomfortable position out of fear of the other moving away and separating themselves from them.
Sighing he muttered to himself underneath his breath.
"Sevens fuck I Really need to touch some grass."
It him right then and there like two hundred cauldrons...You wanted to come inside. As in inside his room. His eyes darting around his dark room in a panic from the mounds of dirty oversized hoodies on the floor to the mound of trash mostly consisting of Energy drinks and Cups of noodles with the occasional Family sized Oreo packet he may or may not have finished off in 30 minutes.
Hurriedly he grabbed his trash can in his left hand and with his right started scrambling toHurriedly he grabbed his trash can in his left hand and with his right started scrambling to grab the empty wrappers and cans off his desk, throwing them roughly into the trash can, throwing away any crumpled piece of paper and pencil that got in his way before scooping up all the trash on the floor and dumping it into the can, shoving all the dirty clothes in his closet and under his bed cause out of sight out of mind before responding, his voice shaking and stuttering at the mere concept of you being inside his room.
"Yeah yeah, course just uhm- ju- just give me a minute please."
Glancing around the room almost giving himself whiplash he looked around for anything that may disgusting you, noting oh so many imperfections he wanted to fix just for you but he didn't have the time and he didn't want to leave you waiting, swinging open the door, almost smacking you dead in the face.
"Yoo! Prefect, uh- watchable nee-"
"Happy Birthday!"
You exclaimed happily with a big ass smile, extending out your delicate hands that held a small perfectly wrapped gift box.
His eyesight suddenly became blurry at seeing this, blinking a few times to return his vision back to normal. Turning bright red his hair bursting up into orange flames as he stuttered out a thanks meekly.
"Prefect? H-how did you know? Did Ortho tell you? You really didn't have to."
That giggle brought him out of his thoughts as you shoved the present into his hands. Resisting the urge to just lean down and kiss your amazing face over and over again.
"Just take it silly"
That, this right here, was all he ever wanted, all he ever would or could need. Even if it was just this, this friendship, your exceptance, your kindness was all he ever needed. No matter if he was ever able to confess or of you excepted it.
In a sudden burst of courage he opened his mouth, his heart overjoyed and practically overfilling with love for you as he sputtered out his attempt at a romantic confession....
But nothing whatsoever came out his mouth, he nodded his head shyly, before tugging at the wrapping paper with shaky hands, seeing the back of a black box with some description, ripping away a little more of the cheap paper away and seeing a verry familiar character staring back at him. He grinned wripping away the wrapping quickly, already knowing that this was a figurine of his favorite character, not caring if this was a duplicate or not since it was from you. He was amazed that you would even take a guess and get something related to his intrests. Flipping over the box, he expected to see a familiar figurine, but was shocked to the very core....this was the one figurine he didn't have.... He had been searching for this for literal months
"How did you-"
"I made a deal with Azul....again. Turns out his "Benevolence" is somewhat there."
He quickly releaved your hands from carrying the cake setting it onto his desk and gave you a akward nod before slamming the door close with a loud thud. Holding the hoodie close to his chest while gazing down at it like he was gifted the greatest thing in the world, barely able to keep his tears at bay as he glanced twords the cake....Yeah he was a long ways away from confessing. And surprisingly that was ok with him as long as things stayed lile this forever.
He grinned showing off his weirdly shark like teeth moving away from the door and setting the figure on his shelf with the other merchandise for that series, dead in the center.
Turning back twords the door to see that you suddenly had a new box and a tiny cake in your hands. Wait how tf did you do that? This is some Ssr+ Story unlock Bs. Man how did I even complete the tasks to unlock this, thos is like 70 levels above my current Character stats.
"Woah Prefect? Whats this?"
He watched as you teased with a smirk, oh he should have known. You had always been generous and given gifts any time you could, even thoughyou were basically dirt poor.
"Oh come on! You didn't think that was the only present I got for you, did you?"
Grinning he walked back over to you and gently took the other present you magicly just spawed out of nowhere, opening the bag and pulling away the cheap tissue paper to reveal a really oversized black hoodie with his name embroidered into the front
"I didn't know you could embroider prefect, that's kinda cool."
He glancing twords you, you were practically bursting with excitement from him merely holding the gift, it was absolutely adorable.
"Turn it around."
His brows furrowed together as his lips pursed together, turning the Hoodie around and holding it up in the air like it was Simba and he was Rafiki, his lips parting slightly as his eyes absorbed the new work, taking in each and every detail of the masterpiece you had created. Admiring the embroidered pater of Hades surrounded in blue fire that covered the back of the hoodie.......It was so beautiful...it must have taken weeks. You cared, you really did care. You were Amazing. Blinking back tears he took a deep breath in order to calm himself so he didn't burst into tears in front of you.
"Thank you Prefect."
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I need Eddie's jealous moments!!!!!
yk... for research
Eddie once came home from a three-week stint playing shows in middle-of-nowhere Ohio to find a man sitting on his couch. Steve was newly diagnosed and newly moved in, and Eddie was prepared for anything.
Except for a man sitting on his couch. A very distinctly Tommy H-shaped man, sitting way too comfortably and way too close to his boyfriend. On his couch.
Eddie was expecting throw pillows not – “Hagan.”
“Munson.”
Eddie wasn’t due back until tomorrow and Steve is surprised to see him, and he’s happy. He lights up like Christmas, but this is not the homecoming that Eddie was expecting. He still gets a hug, but it doesn’t linger and it doesn’t lead to where he wants them to go (the bedroom). Steve awkwardly pats him on the shoulder when he pulls away like they’re bros.
It’s kind of obvious that Steve had some of his jock friends from high school over to watch the game because the people on tv are talking about sports and there’s a letterman jacket too big for Steve or Tommy forgotten on the kitchen floor. The fact that Tommy is the only one that remains irks Eddie though.
It sets his teeth on edge, especially when Steve settles back on the couch and Tommy refills the space next to him like they were still friends. Tommy throws his arm over Steve’s shoulder, absently touching his hair the way that he always did in school. Steve might not notice it, but Eddie does.
It ain’t subtle. Not to Eddie, who knows what it looks like to be in love with Steve Harrington.
He’s not dumb. Eddie might be out of town just as much as he’s in it nowadays, but he knows what the rumors are about why Steve is living here. He also knows that if he was the one harboring a crush on a boy since grade school and there was even the slightest change that he might be gay than Eddie would be here too. Testing the waters.
Too bad for Tommy though because this is Eddie’s pool.
Despite the loud and obnoxious presence pressed up against Steve’s side and Steve awkwardly reintroducing them to each other, Eddie still asks, “You have people over?”
“Wayne said it was okay.”
“Course it is,” Eddie grinned. “You live here, sweetheart.”
Steve tells Eddie how Tommy was home from college for the long weekend and about the game of telephone that led to him hosting his friends. He even tells Eddie how he recorded the game on tape to watch with Wayne later. Eddie listens and he maybe agreed to watch the rerun with them, but he’s waiting. He’s watching Tommy squeeze the back of Steve’s neck and make some joke that’s not funny, and he’s waiting.
And it happens.
Steve asks Eddie how his shows went, and Eddie grins. He’s not an insecure man. Not about Steve and not about their relationship. Tommy can make all the moves he wants, Eddie knows where Steve’s sleeping tonight. So, he grins.
He startles them both with a running jump onto the coffee table and he takes up all the attention in the room, Tommy left an afterthought. Eddie regales his time in the far off land of Ohio. He paints a perilous picture of nights driving through cornfields and cows like an adventure. He recounts their shows like he’s slaying a dragon, and he draws Steve in like he knew he would.
He physically draws Steve closer, crouching down in front of him and putting his hands on his shoulders. One hand slides up to caress his cheek, and Steve leans into the touch. Eddie pulls him forward until he’s barely on the couch at all and Tommy is left leaning against nothing, and then Eddie pulls him to his feet.
High school Steve probably would’ve sneered at the Eddie of it all, but this Steve – his Steve – laughs and lets Eddie pull him where the story needs to go. He drags Steve through the living room as he weaves a tale in movement about Corroded Coffin’s harrowing battle against the one lone preacher protesting devil music.
Their feet get tangled together when Eddie zigs and Steve zags, and they end up toppled into Wayne’s favorite chair. Steve laughs in that way that squishes his whole face and he tells him without thought, “Missed you.”
Eddie knows that those are words that Tommy wants to hear. He knows the taste of a friendship lost and he knows that Tommy wants this, but this isn’t high school anymore. Tommy can’t just take what he wants. It’s a deep and settling smugness playing on Eddie’s lips because this his and he says, “I know.”
Tommy leaves with very little fanfare. Forest Hills may not be a castle, but it’s Eddie’s domain and Steve is a very captive audience. Tommy, at least, knows when to admit defeat.
He’s standing on the gravel outside of the trailer when he says, “I’ll drive you to that appointment Monday. What time was it?”
Before Steve could say anything, Eddie’s throwing his arm over Steve’s shoulder. He gives Tommy a grin that’s all sharp corners as he threads his fingers into Steve’s hair and tugs on it, “Don’t worry about it, Tommy-boy. I’ll handle it.”
Eddie only kinda feels like an asshole when he smudges Tommy’s name off the calendar stuck to the fridge later that night, but then he gets into his bed for the first time in three weeks. Steve curls up closer and Eddie finds it really hard to care about anything else.
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How would each guy in your WWE masterlist react to Reader doing the "Ignoring my boyfriend/husband for 24 hours prank" 😀
Oh boy 😂
Here we go:
Cody Rhodes
Cody would worry immediately
as much as he'd try and focus on his match, he would be so anxious
this man would call and text you at least four times an hour
he'd be up all night wondering what he did wrong
but
when you finally call him and explain, he's relieved
a little upset
but relieved nonetheless
LA Knight
pissed off
not at you, at himself
his insecurities hit him like a freight train
tries to fight through it and sweat it off
can't help but worry
asks if anyone else has heard from you
his heart nearly breaks when everyone he asks says they've heard from you or seen you
but at the same time he's happy you're safe
when you finally reach out to him, he's relieved
Logan Paul
he knows
but he plays along
after a few hours, he starts documenting it
he's got plenty to distract himself
but during the low parts of the day, he can't help but wonder if you're actually mad at him
a message from you after exactly 24 hours has passed certainly gives him relief
Austin Theory
oooooo he's not happy
and when austin's not happy, he goes quiet
he is stressed out
is a "two can play at that game" kind of guy
so he ignores you too
there's a small fight after the 24 hours are over
he's a mix of emotions - he's happy nothing's wrong but he's still a bit upset about being ignored for a day
Grayson Waller
on the inside? hurt
on the outside? pretending to be fine
he's not his usual bubbly self
and everyone notices
austin tries to get through to him, but grayson doesn't say much
tries to distract himself, but nothing works
stomach is in knots all day
aldis sidelines him for the night - citing that it's because he can't get his head together enough and doesn't want to see him hurt
which turns out to be a good thing
because when he returns to his locker room, he finds you waiting for him
very relieved and happy to see you
JD McDonagh
panics
(pls don't make funko pop panic)
asks everyone where you are
they all think something's wrong because nobody's ever seen him so worked up before
when someone slips and tells him where you are, he goes straight to you
safe to say you don't make it the full 24 hours
Finn Balor
overwhelmed after the first few hours
tries to focus on his routine, but can't help but wonder what went wrong
your posts on social media during the day comfort him
he wants to give you your space but also sends messages throughout the day so you know he's always thinking of you
feels way more relaxed when you tell him it was just a prank and everything's fine
Randy Orton
takes it to heart
he tries not to show it
he gets stuck in his head about it
doesn't take it lightly
but is relieved to hear that all is well and it was just a prank
Damian Priest
honestly doesn't notice for a little while
then after somebody asks him where you are, he realizes he hasn't heard from you all morning
gives you some space for a while, but sends you a few messages throughout the day
but it really hits him when he doesn't get his good luck kiss before his match
a few minutes before he's supposed to go out, you come running into gorilla
"I'm sorry it was a prank, but I couldn't let you go out there without the good luck kiss"
this man turns RED he's blushing so much
gets his good luck kiss
CM Punk
pouts
is in a bad mood all day
he's got the whole cloud-over-head thing going on
when you finally tell him, he rolls his eyes
and sits on it for a minute
then he pulls you onto his lap without a word
"don't pull that shit again, i don't like not talking to you"
Jey Uso
like a lost puppy
he tries to distract himself in the gym or hanging out with cody
"i just miss her, uce"
his whole mood changes when the 24 hours are over
100% back to himself
even a bit better
he goes out that night so happy, big smile on his face
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M6 and MC during a storm or other bad weather event? Can be as fluffy or as angsty as you please.
(Bonus: What kind of umbrella would each LI have, if any?)
The Arcana HCs: M6 during thunderstorms
~ the way my mind gets flooded with serotonin just thinking about thunderstorms XD I've added some pics of the kinds of umbrellas I think they'd use too ^.^ thanks for the prompt anon! - brainrot ~
TW for mentions of panic attacks in Julian's and Portia's sections and tooth rotting fluff in general
Julian
HATES thunderstorms
They take him right back to the night he lost his family, until he's a scared little boy holding his baby sister and waiting for his parents to come save them all over again
Just the sound of rain alone used to send him into panic attacks as a kid and young teen, but he's been an adult on his own for a long time at this point and it's rare for him to have that reaction now
That doesn't stop him from getting anxious though
He'll alternate between uncharacteristic silence and feverish chattering, making overly casual comments on the weather
He will also be laser focused on you. He knows it's irrational, but he's got a deap-seated fear that the storm will take you from him too and he will follow you like a shadow
He doesn't want to become a nuisance though, so he'll be fussing over you nonstop - layering you with blankets, insisting you eat or drink every thirty minutes, dosing you with vitamins, etc
Of course, you love him, so you find a way to make things bearable
The sound of thunder and sensation of cold rain bother him the most, so cuddling in bed where it's warm and dry and the blankets can muffle the sounds is ideal
The best is when you ask him to read out loud to you. He gets to be close to you, make himself useful, and stay distracted all at once. Just don't let him have coffee, the jitters will send his anxiety through the roof
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(He rarely uses his umbrella, but it's as gothic as he is and has a raven head carved in the handle)
Asra
LOVES the rain
Their magic is water-affiliated as it is, and you're telling them that everything's being splashed with it? Well what are you waiting for, MC, it's clearly time to go outside!
Constant smiling and giggling
The streets are almost completely empty because everyone sane is staying inside, and he takes full advantage of that. It's the most childlike, playful, and hyper you'll ever see him
Tag, you're it!
They'll run and give chase for as long as you can manage it, and as soon as one of you slows down they're pulling you into their arms to dance. Don't worry about the music, they'll make it happen somehow
Kisses in the rain with his hair plastered to his face will never not be delightful. He won't hold still for very long though, if you hold him too close he'll take it as his invitation to tickle you and run
Puddle-jumping competitions for the biggest splash
If you're not in the city, oh boy, they're hunting for the biggest mud pit they can find and pulling you into a match
Does not have the healthy fear of lightning that he should. Will stand in the middle of a field or try to climb a tree for a better view, and you have heard him at his loudest when he shouts back at it
The foamiest hot bath when you get home, they'll spend the rest of the evening curled up with you in front of the fire with hot chocolate
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(They don't like using their umbrella anyways, so it turned into a magical art project)
Nadia
Rain holds unusually fond family memories for her
For starters, it usually signaled a drop in temperature, which was a welcome break in the tropical Prakran climate
But back home in Prakra with six busy older siblings and royalty for parents, thunderstorms were when everybody took a break and spent the day together in the palace with games and tea
She doesn't have to think twice about continuing that tradition with you
She'll usually give everyone the afternoon off once basic Palace upkeep tasks are finished and spend it with you
She loves sitting on the veranda with you in the afternoon, commenting on the lightning and listening to the thunder and rain, drinking tea with you and telling you stories of her childhood
As soon as it starts to get dark she's taking you inside and putting together a dinner in the kitchens. You and the palace chefs know she doesn't really cook, so they'll leave some "ingredients" to find
"Ingredients" often being a cold roast bird of some kind, a freshly baked loaf of bread "hidden" in the cupboard, a bowl of greens with the dressing on a different table, and two "forgotten" plates of dessert
You don't know if she knows that kitchens aren't usually like that, and you have no intention of telling her otherwise
She'll retire with you to her chambers early, so she can lie in bed with the windows open and listen to your voice and the rain
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(She has a collection of umbrellas for different outfits, mostly used for garden events)
Muriel
You didn't expect it, but Muriel feels supremely at peace when it rains
As a kid, it was one of the only times when the city would get quiet. He could go out in the rain, and just for once, walk as far as he wanted to without bumping into anyone or being looked at
He could stand in the middle of the widest street and hold as still and breathe as deeply as he wanted to without a single person yelling at him to move
And nobody wanted to attend the roofless Coliseum when it was raining
Out in the woods? It's even better
He takes a quiet pride in knowing that for once the forest is louder than the people are
And the cold doesn't bother him in the slightest
There's a part of the hut roof that juts out by several feet and he keeps a stool there. He'll lean back into the tree roots and stone wall, watching the curtain of rain an arm's length away with a contented smile
To him, rain sounds and smells like freedom and new beginnings
He'll never pressure you to join him, but he'll be so happy if you do
It's an atmosphere where he's the most at home in his own body, so you can expect him to initiate a lot more physical touch
He'll be comfortable enough to pull you into his lap and wrap a cloak around the two of you to keep you warm and dry
Gentle kisses against the cold stone, wrapped up in his warmth and a thick blanket while the earth smells fresh and the rain tap dances on the leaves all around you
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(Asra got it for him as a gag gift and he unironically adores it and uses it all the time)
Portia
She gets super irritable when it rains
Do you know? What hair like hers likes to do? When it gets this humid? Do you know? How much time it takes? To clean up the bucketloads of mud? That Pepi tracks all over the floor?
Yeah, she didn't think so
She doesn't talk about it (and frankly, she's not the introspective type, so she might not even be aware of it) but the trauma of that shipwreck stays with her even if she can't remember it completely
So no, she doesn't get flashbacks or nightmares, but as soon as it starts thundering she's plagued with a sense of unease and danger that she just can't shake
She also associates it with watching her teenaged older brother panic and meltdown, which isn't the most positive memory
And of course, it doesn't help that rainy days mean keeping a very active person cooped up inside with nothing to do but keep house
She'll spend the first few hours obsessively getting her space in order - meal prepping, cleaning, organizing, list-writing
It's better not to get involved until there's nothing left for her to do
That's your cue to help her tie back her hair, brew some soothing tea (or something stronger, if she's really fidgety) and sit with her on the couch while she talks a mile a minute all about her week
It will take a few years, but eventually she'll come to associate rain with you so strongly that she might even come to love it
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(She likes having the brightest, most distracting umbrella possible for such miserable weather)
Lucio
He doesn't like thunderstorms. At all
He's generally tougher than he acts - he grew up with Morga as a parent, after all - but his brand of bad weather as a kid was snowstorms and blizzards and fierce winds
Not all this business with metal-attracted bolts of sky electricity and sudden, loud noises and water that makes everything muddy and gets everywhere (especially on the dogs!)
Unless it's impossible, he's spending thunderstorms inside, no matter how tight your budget is
As soon as it becomes anything more than a light drizzle, he's cancelling all of today's plans and going off in search of affordable, effective shelter
If he had it his way, he'd do his best to sleep through the whole weather event hunkered down beneath a pile of quilts and blankets
The problem is with Mercedes and Melchior. They love the rain
There's mud! There's exciting new smells! Let them out, let them out to play!
And Lucio, of course, will let them out like the doting dog dad he is, and then they'll come back inside with their white fur drenched and matted with mud and shake it all over everything
The only thing all three of them agree on is that lightning and thunder = bad
The dogs of course have sensitive ears, and no matter how many times he hears it, it always makes Lucio jump (too unexpected)
Your cuddles will be desperately sought after and much appreciated
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(The first umbrella is the one Lucio wanted to buy. The second is what he got, because it needs to fit in his traveling pack)
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sofasoap · 1 year
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You are very huggable
Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )
Summary: König trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. and Mini MacTavish is on a mission.
Warning: M rated. Alcohol consumption ( be responsible people). innuendos, shenanigans. swearings and mature themes. English isn't my first language, there will be a lot of grammatical and tense mistake.
A/Note 1: This is part of the world what I dubbed " Mini MacTavish Universe". Inspired by  @saltofmercury 's " “The Favorite MacTavish”. from König 's perspective and a bit after that as well. Thanks to her kindness leading me her character :D
 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.
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König still trying to get his head around how the night started peacefully has soon descent into chaos that involves a girl coming up to him,wanting a hug, and rambling on how cute he is before being carry away by Ghost, and Soap yelling at the girl.
All started with wanting to work on his social skills and pushing himself out of comfort zone a little bit as his therapist recommended , readily agree when his team mate mentioned there will be a get together with few of the squad from SpecGru at someone's house somewhere in the middle of nowhere ( he wasn't really paying attention to the details after that. )
After politely declining the beer the host offered him, taking up the electrolyte drink instead, König quitely shuffled himself into a corner that is furthest away from the center of the room, occasionally pulling down his mask to take a sip of the drink, and half listening to his team-mate's conversation around him. At some point, Hutch sensing his uneasiness came and sat beside him and showing him the latest FPS shooting game on his phone, trying to relax him .
"... for fucks sake, I’m just asking who the guy is!” 
"“Haud yer weesht! ...."
"… those there are contracted killers.”
König turn his eyes away from Hutch for a second after hearing a conversation seemingly to be directed at them, and noticed a man he vaguely remember as Johnny AKA Soap from 141 trying very hard to hold back a girl which he assume is related to him from their resemblance, arguing back and forth.
His attention is soon back onto Hutch bump his shoulder before pointing at Horangi who is asking him a question on his thought of latest result of UEFA game.
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“Hi, how are you? You know what, you don’t seem bad at all, you just seem big, but that’s ok.”
König jumped a little bit when he heard a voice behind him. He smiles at the girl, his brain trying to catch up, smiling is the right thing to do in this situation, right?
“You’re like a huge teddy bear even, in fact, I kind of wish I had you as my own size for a teddy bear… what do you say?”
He chuckled a bit, running his hand through his hair, eyes darting between her and his team mate, who all stopped their conversation as they watch the drama unfold with bit of amusement. How does one react in this situation? Never had a girl come up to him, talking to him normally as if he isn't a huge overtowering monster ( well, there's been times while away on missions, very drunk girls who his team mate told him later are actually local prostitute wanting to know if his... certain man part is actually as proportional to his feet size ).
Before he can open his mouth and say something, a huge shadow appeared behind her and yanked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
“That’ll do mini MacTavish..” Ghost warned as he carries... Mini MacTavish away from the group.
" I mean it! you just need a good old hug!"
Turning back to his team mates, they are still staring at him, waiting to see what he would do next. his social anxiety slowly creeping up with all the attention as he starts to fidget and bounce his legs up and down.
Hutch sensing this, shook his head and everyone went back to their conversation as if nothing had happened.
"You alright boy? " Hutch asked while patting his back.
" Doch, mir geht's gut. Just.. What happened there? " bit of German slips out , showing how nervous he is.
" Congratulations boy. You have a girl trying to flirt with you. "
... ? flirting?
someone is interested in him?
His eyes darts towards the girl, who has a glass of Scotch in her hand now, rolling her eyes as Soap is telling her off non-stop like a mother hen. While Ghost is holding a bottle of beer staring at the girl. She reaches for the bottle of Scotch again and pour herself another generous portion and down it all in one go , slamming the glass down on the counter before storming out towards the backdoor.
"Yer Heid 's fu'O'Mince Mini, always act without thinking.. wait!! I haven't finish talking! "
" Shut it Johnny, go and drink your beer and save your breath! Ma nags me enough and i don't need it from you too! " She yelled at him before slamming the back door.
" Go check on her König, not safe for a girl to be out on the deck this time of the night even if we are middle of nowhere. There might be animals around. I don't think Mini MacTavish," Hutch chuckled at the nickname " is a soldier like her brother. Go." Gently pushing him off the chair, König stood up and sneak towards the back door while the 141 men weren't paying attention.
" I swear he bloody gonna make me a old spinster and a virgin by the way he is cock blocking all the boys coming to my way... "
Taking a deep breath, König clear his throat, trying to get Mini's attention, she spun around quickly and nearly lost her balance. He quickly rush up to her and hold his arm out and try to steady her. She fell into his arm and face planted her face into his chest. König froze as she open her arm and barely manage to wrap her arm around his huge body.
" Aww.... thank you for saving me... say.. you are nice to cuddle , just as i imagined... " burying her face deeper into his chest she let out a contented sigh. " Can I take you home tonight and have you keeping me warm in bed? "
" MINI." König swears Ghost despite just as big as him, sneaks around in silence without anyone noticing. " Come on. you are drunk. Johnny said it's time to go."
" Don't be such a party pooper ... and how we getting back? everyone is drunk."
" I am taking you two home. I am under the limit. Gaz will take my car back tomorrow. He's staying for the night. " Ghost replied and gaze at Mini, and then back up to König, his eyes warning him to let her go.
" Fine... " Mini pushes herself off from König's chest, the lost of warmth makes his heart ache a little bit. Giving him a pat on his chest she look up at him with a soft smile and glassy eye ( now König is sure she is drunk ) " Nice to meet you big guy. and I still haven't got your name yet."
" König. Let her go. "
" OHHH nice name König.... it's fitting for a big teddy bear like you.. I am sure your face is just as handsome underneath the mask. Unlike Ghost over there..."
" Shut it Mini, quite the opposite. I don't know what lie Johnny has been feeding you." Ghost gently pull Mini out of König's embrace and pushes her back into the house.
" BYEEE König See you next time my teddy bear!!!!"
König is totally lost for words.
"Hey König."
"... you are Gaz, right? "
" Yea, oh this is for you big boy"
" ... are you hitting on me too?"
" HAHA, No. Mini told me to give this to you before she left. Told me to tell you to text her or ring her sometimes. Good luck mate!... ah this is so fun to watch. "
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Simon in big brother mode here or he is simply just jealous? Mini has never seen Ghost's face in full before.
I am sorry I took a few quotes out of “The Favorite MacTavish”  trying to retell the story a bit from König's perspective.
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parkjayist · 28 days
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enchanted (pjs) ONESHOT
sum you're not quite enjoying prom the way you wanted to, luckily someone else feels the same way.
paring park jongseong x f!reader
genre a bit of angst , fluff , classmates to something more? , one shot
an sorry i took so long! school was killing me D:
wc 1.4k
" all i can say is, it was enchanting to meet you. "
you were genuinely excited for prom this year. 
it was your last one before graduating. in your last year of highschool, everything felt more sentimental, more special. during the first football game of the school year, you broke down in tears. your friends stared at you as if you were an alien, one of them secretly snapping a picture of you to tease you later. you weren’t crying because of the game, but rather realizing you wouldn’t be able to gossip with your friends on the bleachers or pretend to cheer when the team scored a goal. these tiny things that you didn’t care for before became part of you as you went into 12th grade. this is why, even if you dreaded prom before, you were going to enjoy your last one no matter what happened.
… which you didn’t do. 
nothing bad was happening at prom, in fact, it was going extremely well. your friends told you that you looked beautiful, and you felt beautiful too. but something was missing. one hour in, and you felt absolutely drained. everytime someone you knew approached you, you put on a fake smile, but in reality you really wanted to run out of the doors and reach for comfort in your bed. 
“are you sure you don’t wanna dance with us?” your friend asked, eyes slightly furrowed with concern.
“yes, i’m fine. go have fun, i’ll watch you guys. it’s entertaining seeing you guys act like fools on the dance floor,” you joked, even though your voice sounded extremely strained. 
your friend sighed and walked to join her other friends, and you slouched back on your seat, silently observing them. you were quite disappointed that your prom didn’t end up the way you wanted it to. you wanted to have fun and talk with your friends, but you both physically and mentally couldn’t handle that. you slowly sipped your lemonade, starting to zone out. 
“hey, you alright?” a voice asked you. 
you yelped in surprise, almost spilling your drink. to your left sits your classmate, park jongseong. your eyes widened in surprise. what in the world was jongseong doing here, sitting next to me?
it wasn’t like you guys were complete strangers, but you guys were definitely not friends. more like acquaintances, that probably only interacted 3 times the entire 4 years in highschool. he was in at least one of your classes every year, but you guys never talked to each other. he wasn’t extremely popular by any means, but he was well known. jongseong was hard-working and kind. he was also known to be extremely fun to be around if you were even lucky to be his friend. he kept his circle small, barely paying mind to anyone else around him. he probably doesn’t even know you, you think. 
so why was he sitting next to you, when he should have been with his friends, enjoying prom?
“hellooo …? earth to (____)?” jongseong playfully waved a hand in front of your face, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts.
“o.. oh! um, sorry,” you laughed nervously. “i’m okay, i just don’t really have fun at social events.”
jongseong nodded, listening intently to your words. he leaned forward in his chair, arms resting on his lap. he had a certain glint in his eyes– something you immediately noticed when you took the time to look at his face.
“don’t worry, me neither,” he smiled. “hey– do you want to get out of here?”
you blinked at him. “umm … where would we go?”
“we could go to 7/11. it isn’t too far from here, probably like a five-minute walk,” he suggested.
you looked at your friends giggling loudly and dancing to their hearts' content. you looked back at jongseong, who was waiting for a response.
“sure, why not,” you said with a small smile.
the boy reciprocated the smile, immediately getting up and adjusting his shirt. he motioned for you to follow him as you both “sneakily” left the event. he held the door open for you, and you beamed at him as a silent thank you. the cool spring air hit your face as you let out a small sigh of relief. you didn’t know how suffocating prom had been until you left that room. you both walked silently, shoulders brushing every now and then. it was a comfortable silence, which you appreciated as you didn’t have much energy to talk. you shortly spotted the blinding lights of the 7/11, and you both entered, greeting the cashier with a quiet hello.
“so … what did you want to get?” you asked jongseong.
the boy thought for a bit before giving you a grin, “how about we eat that ramen you always ate when you came here?”
your eyes widened. “how– what — were you stalking me?”
that cheesy grin immediately dissipated with your accusation, now replaced with rosy cheeks and wide eyes that matched yours.
“n.. no! i come here like almost every day, and by chance, you were here when i came by a couple of times,” he hurriedly explained himself.
you both stared at each other before you broke into loud laughter, gathering attention from the cashier and some people around you. jongseong looked at you incredulously, letting out a few chuckles with you.
“sorry …” you wiped tears that formed after your incessant laughter. “you just looked so adorable when you were trying to explain yourself. i know you’re not a stalker, don’t worry,” you giggled, patting him on the shoulder before walking away to find the ramen brand.
jongseong stood there for a minute, his cheeks as red as a strawberry. he placed a hand over where you touched him, giggling quietly to himself. he quickly found you again in the ramen section, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you.
park jongseong was a boy of simplicity – he preferred straightforwardness and authenticity. he had never thought of love, but whenever he did, he wanted it to be slow, calm, and peaceful. he wanted to take his lover out on 7/11 dates, expensive dates, spontaneous dates … everything. however, he slowly realized in his high school years that it might be impossible to find love, as everyone was too focused on themselves.
but as you searched for your ramen pack, he started to think of love again. except in his imagination, his lover was not some blank, faceless void – it was you. he was imagining you as his lover. he was shocked, not appalled, but surprised. this was your first true interaction with him, and he was already thinking of you as his lover … what had you done to him?
you stood up abruptly, and jongseong came back to reality.
“you got it?” he softly asked.
you nodded, and he followed you to the cashier. you took out your phone case to get the $10 bill from your phone case, but he stopped you, paying with his credit card. you shyly thanked him as you both stared into space while waiting for his card to register.
“thank you so much,” the cashier handed you the receipt. “by the way– what’s the special occasion? you guys look oddly fancy for a 7/11 date,” the cashier asked with a curious grin on their face.
“oh– we aren’t da–” you started to speak up, before the boy behind you interrupted.
“we were at prom … and we just wanted to spend some time together,” jongseong said, looking down at you with a cheesy grin.
the cashier smiled and said something about young love, which left you both flustered. you quickly went to heat up the ramen, and you both decided to eat outside on the benches, agreeing that the cool night air would be refreshing. you blew on your ramen, quietly slurping the first strands. your eyes twinkled with happiness, savoring the delicious flavor of the noodles. jongseong looked at you, a small smile playing at his lips. 
there was no excuse, he was enchanted by you. your style, the way you cry when you laugh, your quiet charisma, your intelligence – everything about you was so … loveable. he just wanted to stay in this moment forever. 
“jongseong!” you looked at him, your mouth stuffed with ramen. “eat!”
the boy giggles at your cute face, almost resembling a chipmunk. he starts eating his ramen, occasionally stealing not-so subtle glances at you. 
despite prom not going the way you or jongseong wanted, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for this impromptu escape. with each bite of ramen and each joke shared, the disappointment of prom seemed to be completely forgotten. and as you catched jongseong stealing glances at you, a weird warmth spread through your chest, knowing that perhaps, in the midst of a disappointing social night, you found something unexpectedly sweet – the enchanting park jongseong.
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humanpurposes · 8 months
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Just for a moment, part iii
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Tom Bennett has a habit of climbing through her bedroom window whenever he's in trouble // Main Masterlist
Tom Bennett x OFC
Warnings: 18+, mentions of war and death, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut, Tom Bennett's daddy issues
Words: 5400
A/n: Also available to read on AO3.
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Monday 27th May, 1940
The morning starts off with a miserable drizzle. Kitty watches the grey fade to warmth through her shift, until the early evening sun shines brightly through the wide windows of the shop.
The month of May has very much been the same, cold and wet at first, but the weather has been clearing up nicely. Dad is devoted to the garden now, digging up the grass and planting vegetables in every free space he can. It’s on posters all over the shop: Dig For Victory. Live off spuds and SPAM when the rations run out.
Life feels mechanical; most days she doesn’t feel like a real person at all. All week she stands behind the counter, exchanging coupons for pitiful amounts of tea and sugar, stocking up the rack of newspapers and skimming over whatever horrors the headlines are screaming about that day. When she gets home, she pulls together some kind of dinner from what food they have while dad sits by the wireless. When mam gets home from the munitions factory, they gather around the table and eat in silence.
The house is so quiet without the boys. The only time it feels a little lively is when they get a letter from one of them, but they aren’t very consistent, especially considering there’s three of them.
Every so often, she gets a letter from Tom Bennett, but she tends to keep those to herself.
Her life has become a waiting game, she realises, existing between brief moments of happiness with nothing but her memories to entertain herself. She finds herself thinking about Tom an awful lot. It’s not so bad during the day when she has something to do, but when she lies alone at night, her mind can wander. She still leaves her window unlocked and huddles close to the wall because maybe— just maybe, he’ll come through the window and fill the space beside her.
Once she’s packed up the register and put up the shutters, she waves goodbye to Mr Gregory and leaves him to lock the door.
She runs into the postman at the top of Slade Grove. She feels slightly less guilty for not remembering his name when he greets her as “Catherine.” It’s what her teachers at school used to call her, and it’s what mam calls her when she’s in a particularly foul mood. Now it just puts her on edge.
“Can I give these to you now?” he says, handing her a stack of three envelopes. “Saves me a house later on.”
She flicks through them as she carries on walking. Two are addressed to Michael Wheelan and they look boring, letters from the bank or something official, but upon seeing the third she stops and smiles.
Miss Catherine Wheelan 28 Slade Grove Longsight, Manchester United Kingdom
It’s written in Tom’s handwriting.
She tears it open immediately, her eyes flickering between the page and the street ahead, weaving through any passersby.
Dear Kitty,
Sorry it’s been a while since the last one. Morale hasn’t been the best to be honest. Do you know what they’re calling the last eight months now? “The phoney war”. Apparently things are only going to get worse from here, not that it’ll help your nerves.
Thanks for checking up on dad for me. I do worry about him being on his own, with Lois being away and all. I wonder if she’ll be back yet by the time you get this. Have you heard much from your lads? I hope they’re doing alright.
You’ll be pleased to know I haven’t been picking as many fights, but sure you know me, sometimes I can’t help myself. I’ve been reading over what you said. I know it’s not helpful, I know it’s stupid, but then I’ve never been one to think things through, have I? I suppose that’s not much of an excuse. It’s instinctive. It’s like my head tells me what I’m doing is wrong, but I don’t know what else to do.
And we could die any day. Kitty, the state I’ve seen some of these men in…
The writing becomes crooked and trails off, ending with a smudge of ink.
Maybe I should write about something less depressing? Did I tell you about this gorgeous bird I met at Port Stanley?
Kitty’s heart drops.
Beautiful thing she is. The moment I saw her I knew I had to have her, so I stowed her away and brought her on board with me. She whistles a lot, and she has these lovely yellow feathers that really brighten up the bunk. She’s a noisy eater though, munches on seeds like she’ll never eat again. I’ve named her Vera.
I can see the look on your face now. Don’t worry, pretty Kitty, there’s no other bird that could ever replace you.
“Charming,” she mutters to herself.
I think I quite like these letters really, it’s nice to give myself a moment to think, even if I can’t hear from you straight away. That’s when I miss you the most, right after I’ve sealed the envelope and written your address. I hate the waiting.
She glances up, seeing she’s only a few doors down from her house.
I should have leave coming up soon. I’m looking forward to putting my legs on dry land and sleeping on a proper mattress…
She checks the top of the page. The letter is dated from weeks ago. “Soon” could mean anything.
… and the odd late-night tryst to see my fancy woman at number 28.
She scoffs a small laugh.
I bet you’d slap me for that. God I hope your mum doesn’t get her hands on this before you. Ey up Mrs Wheelan, see what I meant was, your Kitty’s a very well-mannered lady.
She purses her lips in an attempt not to laugh, coming to stop before her own front door.
Take care of yourself Kitty. Don’t spend too much time fretting over me.
Your dear friend,
Tom Bennett
Her smile fades quickly— why shouldn’t she worry about him?
It’s always the same with letters from Tom. Her heart leaps and for a few brief moments she feels so bright, just to have some kind of news from him. She could read pages and pages of his stupid ramblings and his moments of sincerity, but then it’s over all too soon. He signs off as her dear friend, then suddenly the words on the page are no longer new, and he’s still thousands of miles away, picking fights with his crewmates and launching shells at German ships.
The days pass slowly, but when she stops and looks back, the eight months have felt like nothing. Her life is flying past her and she hardly even notices, too caught up in the memory of those nights in September.
All for him to call her his fancy woman and feed her jokes about birds.
She knows better than to get her hopes up with Tom; she’s seen him go through every crush he’s ever had. He used to go through phases of ditching her for whichever sweetheart he was entertaining at the time, only to come crawling back to her when he’d inevitably cock it all up. Because he’s Tom Bennett, and he can’t help but make a mess of everything.
And like a good friend, she always kept her window unlocked for him, always held him when he needed it and did her best to set him straight. Because that’s what friends are supposed to do, surely, and he never said they were more.
Is that truly all she is to him? A dear friend, a listening ear and a convenient shag.
She rubs her fingers over her eyes because she will not cry over Tom Bennett. With the letter back in its envelope, she puts it into her bag and tries to find her keys, when she notices the smell of cigarette smoke. It’s hardly a rarity, but it makes her think of him.
For whatever reason, she glances over her shoulder at number 27. Low and behold, she sees a man with a cocky smile in a tight, white t-shirt, leaning in the doorway, lowering a cigarette from his mouth.
“Alright, pretty Kitty?” Tom says. “Was waiting for you to notice me–”
Suddenly she’s flying across the street and flinging her arms around his neck. She stands on her tiptoes to put her head over his shoulder and he leans into her, holding one arm over her back and one around her waist.
She closes her eyes. His breath is hot against her neck. He is here. He is real. He is more than a memory or words on a page.
Tom presses a soft kiss to her temple and she feels him smiling against her skin. “Take it you missed me then?”
She pulls away, holding back the urge to cry again, hardly able to catch her breath. This close, she can see every detail of him this close, the texture of his skin, the lines around his mouth and brows, the circles under his eyes, the scruff along the sides of his jaw, the little cleft on the tip of his nose. “Maybe a little bit,” she says.
She gives a little yelp of surprise when she feels him pulling her into the house. He closes the door behind them and then her back is against the wall, her handbag dropped by her feet.
Tom shrugs her coat from her shoulders before he surges in to kiss her, fiercely, desperately. Their bodies are tangled in one another, her hands in his hair, his tracing over the curves of her body through her dress.
And then he moves away. She tries to follow him only to realise he’s smirking.
“Missed me just a little bit?” he teases.
She wants to roll her eyes, but she just smiles. “Quite a bit.”
He drags his thumb over her lower lip, pulling it down to watch it come back into place.
Kitty huffs impatiently as she nudges her nose up into his.
Their eyes meet and the anticipation lasts a lifetime.
Tom hums as he leans in to kiss her again, slower and deeper, pressing her a little further into the wall by the firm hold on her waist.
“Missed you,” he utters between kisses, “so fucking much.”
She runs her hands over every part of him she can reach, his neck, the sharp line of his jaw, over his ears and into his hair.
“How long have you been back?” she breathes.
“Since this morning,” he says, coming to kiss her neck, the spot he knows will have her back arching against him.
“You didn’t come to the shop,” she says.
“Wanted to wait for you.”
She glances down the hallway, to the seemingly empty kitchen.
Tom huffs and pulls away from her, leaning with one hand against the wall. “Dad’s flogging his paper. Lois is out. Empty house for a few hours.”
She turns her head back to face him, pleased at the flush in his cheeks and the mess she’s made of his hair.
Tom’s eyes look down to her waist, where he presses his thumb into the fabric of her dress. “Come upstairs,” he says lowly, “I want to fuck you properly.”
She nods mindlessly, closing her hand around his as he leads her up the stairs, to a bedroom with two single beds, separated by a curtain. The room is about the same size as the boys’ bedroom in her house, but with only two beds, there’s enough space for two separate wardrobes. Her brothers make do with sharing everything.
Nothing about the room denotes Tom Bennett, not the floral wallpaper or the knitted throws on the beds. Not the books, perfume bottles and silver candelabras on the mantle, and certainly not the lingering scent of hairspray.
He leads her to the bed furthest from the door. She follows the stream of sunlight coming in from the window, and then she notices the details that are his. The ashtray and the empty beer bottle on the bedside table, the ditty bag and the pairs of boots at the foot of the bed, and the sailor’s hat left on the floor by the wardrobe.
The door closes and his footsteps tread softly behind her. His hands snake around her waist and turn her to face him.
She places her hands on his chest, running her hands over his torso, mapping his body through the soft cotton t-shirt. He feels firmer than he used to, a consequence of loading shells into guns and living off rations. She feels along his arms too, over muscles, veins, tendons and the scar below his bicep.
Tom presses a kiss to her forehead before he starts to undo the buttons on the front of her dress. A familiar restlessness rises in her belly, and suddenly she thinks she can’t bear to wait another moment. With the buttons undone, she puts her hands over Tom’s as he slides the dress down to the floor, along with her stockings and quickly slips out of her shoes.
She wastes no time unclasping her brassiere and muffles Tom’s awestruck groan by pressing her lips to his.
Somehow he manages to rid himself of his t-shirt and slacks without parting from her for too long, and he guides them both to the bed. She giggles as he lands on top of her and the metal bedframe squeaks.
“Now,” Tom says, pressing a delicate kiss to her neck. “Don’t have to worry about being quiet like we usually do, do we?”
“No…” Kitty breathes as he moves down, dragging his lips and tongue down her body. When he comes to her breasts, he cups one with his hand, and takes the other nipple in his mouth. Her head rolls back against the pillows but she brings her eyes back to him. She wants to cling to every moment, every sensation, all the movements of his tongue against her skin and his hair falling in front of his face.
“Eight fucking months,” he half growls as he moves further down, kissing along her stomach and running his hands over her hips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
She instinctively bites her lip when he ghosts his lips over her clothed cunt.
He tuts. “Don’t hold back on me now, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you missed me,” he says, curling his fingers around the hem of her underclothes before dragging them along her legs, leaving them somewhere on the floor.
He trails teasing kisses along her thighs. She squirms and whines every time he edges closer to her centre, until finally, he drags his tongue through her folds, from her entrance, up to her pearl with a deliciously agonising pressure. She doesn’t hold back the moans that sound in her throat, curling her fists through the bedsheets.
He works over her pearl with his tongue and lips, groaning against her as he does it and squeezing his fingertips into the flesh of her thighs.
It’s been so long since she’s felt like this, even on the nights when she felt herself getting too desperate, she can never quite match the feeling.
In a way it infuriates her that he can make her feel so good, but what’s worse than that is that he knows it. She can see his smug, half smile as he mouths at her cunt, so pleased at the noises she makes and the way her hips are starting to move against him.
She curls in on herself as her peak washes over her, but he manages to hold her down, right where he wants her, and keeps going until her whole body shudders and her legs are quivering.
“Fuck,” she breathes, “Tom…”
Even then he doesn’t give her much of a reprieve. He moves back for a moment before he positions her legs over his shoulders. His tongue is against her again, only now he moves lower, teasing over her entrance.
She whines impatiently.
“Fucking greedy, aren’t you?” Tom chuckles. He licks over her again— too much and not enough. “Just take it, take what I give you.”
But it doesn’t take long for him to slip his tongue inside her while his nose nudges against her. His name is a dreamy chant on her lips now. The pleasure rises and burns until she’s sure she can’t take anymore. She threads her fingers into his hair, gripping at it, urging him on, just a little more, and she’s sure she’ll fall apart.
Then he’s gone without warning, but he soon compensates the loss by replacing his tongue with a single finger.
Tom gazes up at her through his lashes. He keeps his eyes on her face as he pushes inside of her, deeper, deeper, until she takes a sharp intake of breath when he finds her sweet spot.
“Give me another one,” he groans, lowering his head down to circle his tongue over her. “Come on, pretty Kitty.”
She follows it like a command. Her second peak is sharper than the first and has her gasping for breath as she feels herself come undone around him.
“There you go,” Tom grins as he brings her legs from his shoulders and starts to make his way up her body.
He props himself over her, one hand on either side of her head. His silver chain, usually hidden below his shirt, dangles in front of her as their eyes meet. They breathe together, chests rising and falling in perfect unison.
He hesitates for a moment, before he places a lazy kiss to her lips. “God,” he utters, “you’re so fucking gorgeous, do you know that?”
“Just keep saying it,” she says.
He takes one of her hands and guides it down to his briefs. She traces her fingers over the hem before she slides underneath and wraps them around his already hard cock.
“Fuck—” Tom hisses through his teeth, his brow furrowed and his jaw tight. He reaches for the bedside table and hands her a condom. “Do the honours for me,” he grins.
She tears it open and reaches back down to slide it along his length.
Slowly, he lets his weight fall against her as he slides inside of her, burying his face into her neck and letting out a shaky breath against her skin.
She brings her arms around his shoulders as he rocks into her, gently at first, but she can feel that it’s not enough. His breaths are getting sharper and his thrusts harsher as he whimpers into her neck.
She holds him as tightly as she can, hoping it will somehow soothe the ache in her heart, because she still feels the absence of the last eight months. Because she can already feel the time slipping away.
Tom withdraws from her neck. “Look at me,” he pleads.
She does, and he brings his forehead to hers. His nose presses into hers and their lips barely brush over each other.
“You feel so good,” he says. His expression fades into something darker and more determined as he fucks her harder and faster, “so fucking tight.”
She feels it too, the urgency to make up for the time and the distance with a carnal need.
They reach their climaxes together, moaning into each other’s mouths and keeping their bodies tight together. It never feels close enough.
Once they’ve caught their breath and they feel their desire mounting again, Tom lies back on the bed and brings her to straddle him.
While the position isn’t unfamiliar, the movements are, but she’s eager enough, gauging both of their reactions as she grinds her hips against his. She goes slowly, at first, bracing herself against him while Tom keeps hold of her waist to guide her movements.
“Nice and slow, just like that,” he whispers, gazing up at her with a slight smile, “show me how much you missed me.”
She doesn’t care how the bed creaks under them, that she’s breathing and moaning too loudly. There’s something freeing and unashamed about how they fuck. Seeing Tom’s face twisted in pleasure and hearing his needy whines as he starts to buck his hips to match her movements.
And when another climax tears through her, she wishes she could drag the moment out forever.
Tom takes her in his arms as they collapse back on the bed.
She feels like she’s dreaming, not quite awake but still aware of whose arms are cradled around her, whose heartbeat she feels against her ear, who reaches for a packet of cigarettes and flicks his lighter.
They talk about things they’ve already discussed over letters, the bloody war and all the misery that comes with it. Life in Longsight seems dull in comparison to Tom’s tales of sea battles and antics on board the Exeter. But even in the middle of the Atlantic, in the midst of a war that’s consuming the whole world, he still found time to wind everybody up. She can’t tell if she hates him or admires him for it.
There’s something different about him. Where he used to sound so cocksure and carefree, his voice is duller.
Tucked under his shoulder, she shifts her head to get a better look at him, propped up against the pillows, taking drags from his cigarette, pouting his lips as he exhales the smoke and tapping the ash into the tray. Her eyes tell her it’s the same person, the same jaw, the same nose, the same lips, the same shade of blue in his eyes.
No… he looks different in the way his face falls. He seems less smug than he used to be. He seems tired, older, colder.
Of course he’s different, how could he not be? The war has reached every corner of the world, but he’s been in the thick of it.
“Your dad must be glad to have you back,” she says quietly.
Tom’s body tenses underneath her. He brings his cigarette to his lips again, giving a little irritated huff as he exhales. She wonders if that’s a thread she should avoid tugging on, but it already seems to be unraveling. He reaches to stub the cigarette out in the ashtray.
“I didn’t want to go back,” he mutters, his expression stern and sad. “I thought I was doing the right thing by going. I’ve spent enough of my life making a mess of everything, I thought if I did something good then…” he glances down at her, then shakes his head. “But I was so fucking scared—” his voice breaks his eyes are glistening.
Kitty sits up and clenches her hand around his. He’s trembling.
“You’re alright,” she says, softly, “you’re alright.”
He breathes quickly and she can feel his heart thundering in his chest. His descriptions of the attacks on the Exeter and the aftermaths had been brief, which she thought must have been a way to protect her from it on his part. Maybe he didn’t want it in writing, maybe he didn’t want to think about it once he had lived it, to be surrounded by fire, smoke and death at every turn.
“I thought dad would help me. I told him I didn’t want to go back, I thought he could help me somehow.”
“And what did he say?”
His nostrils flare as he huffs again. “He thinks it’ll be a bad look for the movement. He doesn’t think I’m genuine.”
Kitty strokes her thumb over his knuckles and his fingers tighten around hers.
“For a moment I thought he’d be pleased,” he says, his voice thick and coarse, “just for a moment.
She breathes through the tight feeling in her chest. “Maybe if you spoke to him again—”
“No,” he says bitterly. “Made up his mind now. Sure, what does it matter either way? I’m not much use here.”
The light feeling in her limbs is starting to fade. She feels solid and heavy where her body meet the mattress.
“Your dad needs you,” Kitty says, “and Lois.”
He scoffs.
“Don’t tell me you’re upset with her too?”
Tom frowns. “Stupid fucking mistake. What does she think she’s going to do now?”
“She told you then?”
“She sent a letter.”
Lois had called in a few weeks ago to tell them the news. Mam already had her suspicions, even though Lois was barely showing. She and dad were horrified, but of course they didn’t make that clear until after she had left. “A baby on the way and no husband, for shame.”
“She knows it was stupid, but she’s not asking anyone else to deal with the consequences,” Kitty says.
“All because she wanted to mess around with some posh boy.”
Kitty swallows down the dry feeling in her throat. “I don’t think what she did was much different to me and you.”
Tom looks down at her with wide eyes. “Me and you are different,” he says.
“How so?”
His lips shift, like he might say something, but he doesn’t. “I don’t know, I thought Lois was more sensible than this.”
“She’s certainly not done herself any favours, but you won’t help by being angry at her.”
“But she’s always been the responsible one, you know?”
“That’s not fair, Tom, she’s your sister not your mother.”
Tom stares up at the ceiling with his lips parted. “No… I suppose not.”
He turns his head into her. “I should never have gone in the first place.”
There’s lots of things that she thinks she would want to change. Sometimes she wishes Tom wasn’t so reckless and impulsive. She wishes he’d find an interest that wouldn’t end him up in trouble with the police. She wishes he really was a pacifist, and that way he would be here, and the only thing separating them would be a single street and two windows. It hurts to think of what could have been.
But those things cannot be changed, and even then, he wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t be the Tom Bennett she’s adored for as long as she’s had memories of him.
She shifts against him, hooking her arm over her chest and her leg over his hips. “I know things are hard,” she says. “Just don’t leave them on a bade note. You’ll regret it if you do.”
They don’t speak for a while. The evening drags on, the sun dips lower in the sky, voices and the shouts of children sound from the street and Kitty is content lie beside him, listening to his heartbeat and his slow, controlled breaths, while he plays with her hair.
“I love you,” he breathes, so softly she thinks it might be a voice in her head. “When we got hit, it was all I could think about. That I might die then and there, and you’d never know.”
She feels her mouth break into a smile. “You love me?”
“Oh leave off, I’ve said it now,” he says with a grin.
They dress and he leads her downstairs to the kitchen. While he fusses with the kettle, Kitty takes a seat at the table.
“You’ve not met Vera yet,” Tom says over his shoulder, nodding at the small birdcage on the table. Inside, a little, yellow canary with black, beady eyes tilts her head and chirps.
“Hello, Vera,” Kitty says.
Vera chirps back.
Tom turns back around with a single cup of tea and a plate of toast. “Have to be stingy with the butter and milk, obviously,” he says setting them in front of her.
“Oh,” she says, “no, I won’t have any, don’t waste your rations on me.”
Tom angles his brows at her. “It’s not a waste.” He takes a seat in the chair opposite and lights a cigarette. “Come on, you’ve been on your feet all day.”
She hesitates before she reaches for the milk, spilling the smallest dash she can manage into the cup and skipping the sugar. Then she takes a cut of butter no larger than her thumbnail and spreads it across the toast. She takes a few tentative bites, ushering some back to him and tearing off a few crumbs to feed to Vera. Even the most mundane parts of life have become luxuries now.
“How long are you back for?” she asks.
“A week.”
“And then?”
“Off to Dover. They’ve got some big operation planned.”
“And will you be back after that?”
He draws his tongue between his lips. “I don’t know.”
Before long, the front door unlocks and Lois’ heels click through the hallways as she comes into the kitchen. “Dad not back yet?” she says, tossing her coat over the banister. She stops at the head of the table and looks between the two of them. She’s holding a brown paper bag. “Hello, Kitty. I’ve just been in to see your mum.”
“Oh she’ll be wondering where I am,” Kitty says, glancing across to Tom.
His chin is tilted down, and he looks up at her through the smoke with pleading eyes, like an injured puppy.
“Tell ‘em the Gregorys invited you up for tea,” Lois shrugs. She reaches into the bag and pulls out tiny pieces of clothing that are vaguely familiar to Kitty. “For the baby,” she says. “Thank God your mum kept all your old stuff.”
“Make do and all that,” Kitty says, briefly catching Tom’s eye.
She downs her tea and hurries to the hallway. Tom had left her coat over a sofa in the front room, and her bag is still on the floor. She tuts at his carelessness and shouts a farewell to Lois as Tom comes to see her to the door.
“Thanks for stopping by,” he says formally, with the corners of his mouth curled.
“Of course,” she replies, peering round his shoulder to see if Lois can see them.
Tom looks round too and smiles back at her as he leans into her ear. “A pleasure, as always, pretty Kitty.” He catches her lips in a quick peck before he opens the door for her.
She hurries across the street and finds her keys in her handbag. Before she opens her own door, she looks back to number 27. The glow of the spring evening beams off the red bricks of the houses and Tom looks golden, watching her through the haze of smoke from his cigarette.
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It’s like before, all those months ago, before he first went away.
Each night, Tom steals into her bedroom. They kiss as quietly as they undress each other and set themselves down on her bed.
It gets more unbearable with every day that goes by. Each hour is an hour closer to carrying on with her life without him, when he’ll become another person to wait for, another reason why she wants this war to end.
On their last night, he fucks her from behind, keeping her mouth covered and muffling his own sounds in the crook of her neck. His breath and the hold on her mouth only makes her more desperate.
If anything, that first evening has ruined her, going back to gentle lovemaking is excruciating.
She quietly pleads for “more… more…”
Tom clamps his hand tighter around her mouth. “No, no, no, be a good girl,” he whispers harshly, “just be a good girl for me, Kitty.”
Once they’re both too tired to carry on, he wraps his arms around her. He tells her he loves her, and she says it back.
Dover is closer than the Atlantic at least, but the distance is all the same. He’ll still be gone.
She watches him as he dresses and follows him to the window. Before he leaves, he kisses her, deeply and desperately, pulling her still bare body against him.
When they move away for breath she gazes into his eyes. She could never forget them, the storm of blue and grey rings around his pupil, but he already feels like a memory, something intangible, there but not quite.
He presses a kiss to her forehead and his lips linger there. “When I get my next leave, I’ll come straight to you,” he says.
She doesn’t doubt it’s a promise he’ll keep. Tom Bennett doesn’t often make promises to her, but so far, he’s never broken one.
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