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pacifymebby · 8 months

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Maybe an imagine for the Peaky Blinders where at some point they got intimate with their girlfriend in the boys’ office and while they were distracted she put her underwear in his gun cabinet. Would love to know how they react when they’re just sitting at their desk and they go to reach for it one day and just find a really sexy pair of undies in there as well😂

I have been writing this for so so so so so so so so so long I think it was one of the first requests I got back in November and I'm so sorry it's taken me this long. It's been sitting in my drafts for months. But here it is, this was actually so much fun to write and I really enjoyed it. I just needed to be in a specific mood to write it i think? I really hope you're still here on my blog anon and that u finally get to enjoy the request :'(

Tommy

🌿 Tommy is only mildly surprised to find your underwear in the draw of his desk. You're always getting up to no good, trying to push his buttons... You're a little minx really, always trying to get his attention... So this is exactly the kind of thing you might do...

🌿He knows exactly why you did it too... Since getting into politics he's had to spend more and more time away from home, always on trips to London, never at home, with you... He knows he's been neglecting you

🌿So, he sends for you, calls you into his office quite calmly. "Sit down y/n..." he says nodding to the chair opposite him.

🌿You're a little uncertain, he looks so stern and serious that you're getting more and more nervous the longer he makes you sit in silence. You're definitely in trouble, that much you can tell...

🌿But you don't know for certain that he's found your underwear until he takes them out of the drawer and drops them in front of you on the desk.

🌿"Y/N, what are these?" the way hes looking at you through his spectacles, so calm and yet stern... You squirm and stutter your response suddenly nowhere near as confident as you had felt when you left them there...

🌿"Um... Well, uh... My um... My underwear i guess?" "You guess?" "No uh... I know Tommy..."

🌿"Right, alright..." he nods and for a moment when he flashes you half a smile and lets out a little breathy laugh you think thats all the torment he's going to put you through... But of course not. This is Tommy we're talking about.

🌿"Alright y/n, and what is your underwear doing in my desk among my tax documents and memos?" "I uh..." "Come on love speak up we haven't got all day..." "Because I put them there Tommy..." You're already blushing deep red, you're embarassed and he's really enjoying making you squirm.

🌿If he's telling the truth he loves that you did it, gives him an excuse to torture you now, force you to admit how much you want him... Something which he obviously loves to hear. Watching you squirm really tuns him on...

🌿"Oh okay, alright, alright... And y/n,why did you do that?"

🌿 You're speechless now, so embarrassed, you can't believe he's really forcing you to admit it but you know he won't let you go or give you what you really want until you do as he's asking and spell it out for him.

🌿You're just not really the kind of girl that does things like this and though it might have been thrilling to do something bad and out of character, you're remembering who you really are - a good, sweet girl - and suddenly you're regretting your little trick.

🌿 "I.. I guess well, you've been so busy lately Tommy I just... I didn't want you to forget about me you know..." you trail off offering him a shy but seductive little smirk. You really want to keep playing coquette but he's really put you in your place and you're not sure now whether he's going to give you what you want or just keep torturing you.

🌿"Right..." he nods before telling you to get up, "Alright y/n now answer me this eh? Come here and answer me this..." he says quiet and intense, running his hands down your arms, taking your hands in his and pulling you down to meet his gaze. He has you bent right over his desk in the most submissive position... You can hardly breath.

🌿"Do you really think you're so easy to forget?" you can hardly speak, just shaking your head slightly, your breath caught in your throat as he tugs you down to kiss you.

🌿 He stands up, letting you go, leaving you feeling let down and if you're being honest, a little confused. You thought he wanted you? For a moment it really looked like you'd played into his lustful side...

🌿 He warns you not to play childish games with him, that in future if you want something you behave like an adult and you come and ask him for it. "Sometimes angel, when you want somet from me, you say please eh? Remember that word sweetheart..."

🌿Fucks you on his desk anyway... "Thoight you might like playing the bad girl eh angel? You want me to show you how I treat those girls?" his low murmur sends a shiver down your spine and when he sinks his teeth teasingly into your neck you can't breath.

🌿Tommy was always going to fuck you on his desk. From the second he'd felt the soft lace in his hands he'd known what he wanted to do to you.

🌿He just wanted to make you squirm first.

Alfie

🐻 He's surprised by you, other young ladies he might expect this from but not you, not his sweet little zieskiet who has the heart mind and soul of an angel. Who is usually always so well behaved...

🐻 It doesn't help that when he discovers your little memento he's in the middle of an intense meeting with Tommy Shelby.

🐻 Tommy thinks he has the upper hand, thinks he's charmed his way into Alfie's trust once again but Alfie's hand has slipped to the drawer in his desk where his fingers skim the surface of the gun he keeps concealed there...

🐻 But where he expects to find cool metal he finds soft silk and lace instead and his heart begins to race as memories of the afternoon before when he'd called you into his office flicker through his mind like a naughty film...

🐻 For the first time ever Tommy witnesses Alfie Solomons speechless. Sure the moment doesn't last long, but for a second there Tommy catches a strange look in Alfie's eyes, like he's genuinely stunned... He's probably lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he's the reason Alfie's quietly struggling to swallow a lump in his throat.

🐻 But Alfie just sweeps the underwear to one side for later, tskes the gun out and rushes Tommy through the deal, hurrying him out the door, grumpy and impatient so that he can go home to you.

🐻 When Alfie comes home that night he's playing the "everythings as it always is" act, grumbling to you about the lads in the bakery, grumbling to you about something clumsy Ollie did earlier thst day... You're listening but only a little as you shape the bread you're baking. You're don't look at him until he says something that surprises you...

🐻 "Oh, oh yeah right, right i almost forgot, yeah, silly me eh, almost forgot these..." he says producing your lacy underwear and dangling them from the tip of his finger.

🐻 When you turn around to see what he's holding you're shocked. You drop the knife thats in your hand and it clatters on the floor. You shouldn't bd surprised, you only left them there the day before, but somehow your strange out of character whim had completely left your mind.

🐻 "Oh..." you say your hand raised to your mouth... Alfie's still just holding them out, the scandalous garment just dangling between you, you blushing at the memory of your time together. Him waiting, stern expression, for you to take them from him.

🐻 "Oh..." he says watching you, wondering if you know you're in trouble or not... You've turned the most adorable shade of red and he's already struggling to hold his grumbling resolve. "Yeah," he says, "oh..." "Thats what I thought an all when I found em earlier right, I though 'oh" he holds his hand to his mouth mocking your earlier gesture... Making thst blush of yours all the worse because you can't tell if you're being teased or if he's really quite cross with you..

🐻 "An you know what yeah poppet? I showed em to Tommy fuckin Shelby yeah and you know he said 'oh' too, just like that yeah 'oh'..." now you know he's trying to make you squirm, trying to tease you. Because you know theres no way your Alfie would ever show another man something as private as your underwear.

🐻 You smile nervously, your blush and your shy giggle as you bite down to try and stifle it too much for Alfie to maintain any temper he might have been trying to build up.

🐻 Instead he steps up to you, traps you between the cupboards and his body, holding your underwear right up to your face, the lacy garment dangling right by your cheek, silk brushing your skin.

🐻 "These my little zieskiet, these yeah are a very dangerous object, and you right, you're a very good girl yeah, so you my dear, you should not be leaving these, dangerous things yeah, you should not be leaving dangerous things like this lying around right, cause you never know who's gonna find em..."

🐻 "Well that's why i left them in your drawer..." you say quietly, your biting on the tip of your thumb, looking at him so sweetly that its hard to imagine you could have done something as tempting as this.

🐻 "Yeah," he says, "yeah you did didn't you... Tell me poppet, cause theres somethin I'd quite like to know right, somethin thst interests me a great ammount... Why yeah, why would a sweet little girl like you do somethin like that?"

🐻 You would be so shy and blushy, you absolutely wouldn't know what to tell him, your voice abandoning you as you look back at him with doe eyes, biting on the tip of your thumb. When you try to look away he takes your chin in his hand and steers your view back to him.

🐻"Remember my dear little zieskiet, we don't keep secrets me an you? Nah, we don't have no secrets..."

🐻 He knows what you want and he's definitely just teasing you because his favourite thing in the whole world is to watch how you melt like butter for him. How you'll tell him anything he asks, do anything he asks, all he has to do is stroke your cheek and look you in the eyes.

🐻 Honestly he thought he was cross with you for distracting him at a crucial moment but now he's face to face with you, now he's got one hand on your waist the other holding your neck delicately, all he wants to do is reward you for your bad behaviour...

🐻 "Think you'd better pop yourself down over papa's lap..." you think he's going to spank you but when your eyes go wide he just chuckles, tells you not to look so worried...

🐻 Fingers you within an inch of your life whilst you're laid across his lap and then makes you promise him that next time you want his attention you'll just ask.

🐻 "Oh an poppet, promise me yeah, promise me you'll give me a little warning next time you try to play a trick like that... Don't like surprises me..." He's practically telling you to do it again.

🐻 when hes finished with you he'll give you your underwear back and then watch you put it back on in front of him. You want to hate his triumphant little smirk but you're still shaking from your high and when you've done as he asked he welcomes you back into his arms for a cuddle and tells you (almost) all about how your little trick nearly interrupted a crucial business meeting.

Arthur

🍂 He had been about to kill a man. That he was sure of. Seething with rage, red in the face with a hatred burning in him, that infamous formidable temper hazing his mind, taking over so that in 30 seconds time he wouldn't be Arthur Shelby anymore. He'd be the animal he fought with every day.

🍂 He'd stormed through the house on Watery Lane to the cabinet he kept his guns but when he'd thrown the doors open, practically frothing at the mouth, eyes narrowed and searching only for a weapon with which to destroy the man in question... When he threw open those doors he found a pair of your silky panties artfully wrapped around the barrel of his firearm.

🍂 Suddenly the man in question was the last thing on his mind. His temper wasn't quelled, all that anger and adrenaline was still buzzing around inside his body... He needed an outlet, something or someone to take it out on, lay into... But he couldn't think of anyone else in that moment. Not now he'd seen your underwear. Not now he'd been graced by a flash of memory, your naked body spread beneath him, your eyes rolled back in ecstacy as he'd fucked you the night before...

🍂 So his attention was diverted and a man's life has inadvertantly been saved because now rather than vengeance Arthur is only hungry for you...

🍂 He spends a little time hunting you down, searching around the house and then around the town looking in all your usual haunts. However he finds you exactly where he wants you. Sitting in his chair at his desk in the office down the factory.

🍂 "You," he says when he sees you, his eyes narrowed on you as he takes in the sight of you. How pretty you are, how innocent you're trying to look. It drives him wild and he can barely control his breathing as he locks the door shut behind him and pulls down the blind, "fuckin stand up when I'm talkin to you sweetheart..." He growls snatching at your wrist, pulling you to your feet.

🍂 he's rough with you but honestly that's what you wanted... Arthur's always trying to be on his best behaviour around you and the idea of sparking his temper, of having him be a little rougher with you.. it excites you more than you want to admit.

🍂 he pushed you back against his desk until you're perched just on the edge and when he steps between your legs, your feet hovering just above his shoes, he takes his revolver out and points it at you. You're nervous, your breath catching in your throat as you look up at him with wide, not quite timid eyes. You're starting to wonder if you've bitten off more than you can chew.

🍂 he uses his gun to push your dress slowly up your thigh, you can't take your eyes off it, the cool metal on your skin shivering you, causing goosebumps to ripple over your arms.

🍂 "You are in so much trouble..." He growls, "you don't wanna know how much fuckin trouble you're in y/n... No you don't..."

🍂 "Fuckin look at me eh love, when I'm talkin to you you fuckin look at me..." You're so nervous and the way his voice comes out gravelly and thick with adrenaline, the way you can hear his rage in every word makes you scared you might have gone too far, that you really are in as much trouble as he says you are...

🍂 he uses the barrel of his gun to push your chin up holding it there digging into you to force you to look him in the eyes when he's talking to you. You're trembling with nerves and sexual desire and he can see both your fear and your lust right there on your face. "Not so innocent now are you darlin..." He growls as he rubs his rough hands up over your thighs pushing your dress right up to reveal you...underwearless, legs spread, the sheen of your arousal catching his eye.

🍂 he can't get his belt undone quick enough but when he's dropped his trousers around his ankles he grabs you almost violently pulling you towards the edge of the desk, entering you suddenly, the shock displaced with pleasure almost immediately as he growls into your ear and starts thrusting in and out of you quickly.

🍂 his movements are sharp and desperate and he's fucking you in a way he's never fucked you before. It's divine, exactly what you'd hoped for.

🍂 "y'see sunshine a man was gonna die tonight right, I was on my way to fuckin kill him when I found your little fuckin surprise..." He growls as he's fucking you, you're so dizzy with pleasure that all you can do is moan in response clutching at his hair for your dear life. Your legs squeezing his waist so tightly as you shake and he manoeuvres you on his cock.

🍂 "Fuck," he groans, "I was gonna fuckin kill him and these fuckin things were the only thing that stopped him yeah so I reckon that must make you some kind of fuckin angel... Doin god's work eh? What kind of angel goes round saving lives with her cunt eh?"

John

🌼 Would be absolutely delighted. All his Christmases have come at once and he can't keep the grin off his face... can't and doesn't want to be subtle even if there's someone else in the office with him.

🌼 In fact if there is someone else in the office with them he'll definitely flaunt the fact that his girlfriend's 'forgotten' her underwear. He's so childish'y smug about it and he can't wait to get home to you.

🌼 He'd have them hung from his finger, slung over his shoulder as he leaves the office early, waving them in explanation when Isaiah shouts after him asking where he's going. Then as the office door swings shut behind him he'd tuck them into his pocket for safekeeping, whistling as he walks home.

🌼 You have put him in such a good mood, theres a real spring in his step and his mind is buzzing with all the thoughts of what he'll do when he gets home to you.

🌼 he'll come in having decided he's going to tease you, play a little trick on you. He'll call through the house for you with a real urgent tone to his voice as if something is seriously the matter...

🌼 and when he finds you sitting in the nursery with one of your friends and the children he'll put on this grave expression, apologise to your friend and send them away.

🌼 "I'm really sorry sweetheart but this can't wait and I need y/n," "God what's the matter John, the family? Is everything okay?" You'd be so worried asking him all sorts of questions but he wouldn't give you an answer until your friend has hurried out the door and you've put the little one in their crib.

🌼 then he'd turn to you, still with those serious, worrisome eyes, he'd place both hands on your cheeks and hold you carefully, looking as if he were about to break the worst news... "I'm sorry for ruining your day flower, if it could have waited you know I would have waited..."

🌼 you're almost panicking now getting more and more anxious by the second, "John what is it just tell me what's happened!" You beg and just like that he relaxes, grin spread across his face as he shrugs.

🌼 "Oh nothing major, don't fret flower... You just forgot these is all..." He says with a cheeky grin as he takes the underwear from his pocket and dangles them in front of your face by the tip of his fingers. He looks so unbelievably proud of himself you could honestly slap him.

🌼 if he wasn't so attractive you would definitely slap him... Instead you just stare back at him in disbelief, you try to get annoyed with him, "For fuck sake John you scared me!" You exclaim but you can't finish the sentence without letting out a little giggle.

🌼 "So..." He says lowering his voice, getting closer to you, his hand on your hip pulling your body in close to his, "if you left your underwear in my office this morning..." He starts, his breath warm on your cheek as he leans in to whisper in your ear, "what're you wearin under this dress?" "Why don't you take it off me and find out..."

🌼 So then he realises you definitely didn't just forget your underwear. The naive 'ad had kind of thought it a mistake, hadn't really thought you capable of playing such a wicked little trick but now he's realised your games, how you're more trickst than he'd first imagined he's actually very proud of the fact.

🌼 he'd pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and carry you to the bedroom, throwing you down on the bed where he'd crawl above you, looking down at you full of pride and mischief.

🌼 "So you were playin tricks with me were you flower?" He'd ask, his tone making you squirm and giggle, making you feel teenage and playful and like you might be in the best kind of trouble. You'd try to wriggle away from him, he's got that look in his eyes like he's about to either tickle you to death or fuck you hard and you can't tell which...

🌼 "hang on a minute flower where dya think you're going?" He chuckles stopping you going anywhere with just his hand on your shoulder pushing you into the mattress.

🌼 uses your underwear to tie your hands behind your back so you can't escape him. Then fucks you until you're exhausted, your hips aching from having your legs spread for so long... But you've come so many times you have that warm, all over tingle and when you finally collapse into eachothers arms you can't wipe the smiles off your faces.

🌼 it's going to start some kind of game between you, the two of you trying to outdo one another with mischievous little acts. But John always loves it whenever you leave something intimate of yours in his office and now you know you'll be rewarded for it you do it more often.

Bonnie

🍀 You'd been in his dressing room with him before his big fight, wishing him good luck. You always worry about him before he goes into the ring but you're also really proud of him, and there's something about being alone with him in the changing rooms before he goes out that really turns you on.

🍀 You run your hands over his chest, taking in the sight of him unscathed for the last time, and try to contain your desire. You find him so attractive when he's in the ring and you always let him know. It boost his ego and makes him walk out there twice as cocky.

🍀When you kiss him goodbye you give him a real, deep snog, one hand in his hair, the other hanging your lace black underwear from the gym peg behind your boys head. You want him to have a surprise for when he returns later triumphant.

🍀 He doesnt notice them when he's leaving for the ring, too in the zone, focussing and firing himself up - and your kiss certainly helped fire him up.

🍀All through the fight you're cheering him on just as you always would and Bonnie feels absolutely champion even when he's on the recieving end of a few nasty blows. He knows his little dove is in the crowd watching him and that makes him fight twice as hard because he loves showing off to you.

🍀 When Bonnie wins the fight you're delighted, you jump out of your seat and scream triumphantly for him. Blowing him a kiss when he looks over to you, his bloody grin far more attractive than it should be.

🍀 When he returns to the changing room victorious he's greeted by the Peaky Blinders and his dad, all of them congratulating him. Tommy is very impressed with his work and wants to discuss the next match with him but when something catches Bonnie's eye he follows the younger lads gaze and smirks, rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

🍀Because Bonnie is blushing a deep shade of red. The poor boy is so surprised he's speechless and Tommy can tell Bonnie hasn't heard a word of what's been said since he clocked your underwear hanging from that peg by the benches.

🍀"Alright lads c'mon lets leave our champion to cool off eh, looks to me like he's expecting company..." Tommy is still smirking and his overly casual tone as he draws everyone's attention to the underwear in question makes poor Bonnie even more embarrassed and awkward.

🍀There's a lump in his throat he's struggling to swallow down and all he can think about is you. He manages to stammer out a goodbye, promises to meet them in an hour down the garrison but Arthur laughs and shakes his head, "Nah you won't," he grins, "nah you fucking won't!"

🍀And Arthur's right, the only thing Bonnie will be doing in an hour's time is well, you.

🍀He is so turned on by your little trick that when he sees you he can barely contain his desire for you. He's usually pretty bad after a fight, all that adrenaline coursing through his veins but today he's even more fired up than usual and when you slip into his changing rooms and find him alone, he's got his hands on you in seconds.

🍀he does not want to wait for you to clean him up like you usually do and when you take a warm cloth and begin dabbing at his bloody lip and the cut on his brow he wraps his arms around you and pulls you down into his lap, grinning and teasing you, kissing your cheek and nuzzling into you, making it very difficult for you to do your job.

🍀You giggle trying to brush him off, though secretly really enjoying seeing how desperate for you he is.

🍀"Bonnie sit still, you're making this really difficult," you smile trying to dab at his brow, missing because he's ducked his head to kiss your neck and has already begun to undo the laces that hold your dress together at the back. His nimble fingers are making quick work of loosening them and you know you need to clean him up quickly because the second he's slipped your sleeves from your shoulders you're doomed.

🍀And in the end Bonnie wins and you're forced to accept that you'll just have to wait to clean him up later. He's got other plans for you just now.

🍀Will hold you down in his lap, a really energetic needy fuck before lifting you up and fucking your roughly against the wall. Even though he's going hard he still manages to be careful with you, making sure to hold your head in his hand to stop you bashing it against the wall etc...

🍀He doesn't tire quickly and honestly, your little surprise has given him more of a rush than winning that fight.

🍀Neither of you make it to the Garrison for those drinks and poor bonnie winds up on the recieving end of a lot of ribbing from the other lads. Whenever they bring it up he blushes and gets embarrassed but no matter how many times they ask he never shares the details of what happened after they left.

Isaiah

🐀 Is quietly impressed by your devious little game. He sees them in the drawer strewn artfully over his revolver and he smirks, closing the drawer shut again as if he hasn't even seen them.

🐀 He's biding his time see, playing the long game, dragging the desire out for as long as he can. He wants to wait long enough that you will have forgotten all about it. Or at least until you've come to the disappointing conclusion that he found your little surprise and didn't care about it, wasn't even remotely bothered by it...

🐀 And when weeks go by without him so much as mentioning them, without him even hinting at having found the little gift you left for him that's the conclusion that you come to. That he wasn't bothered, that he thought it was embarrassing and childish, that he doesn't even want to mention it because he thought it was classless and foolish and he'd rather forget all about it.

🐀 Meanwhile Isaiah is enjoying having your underwear in his drawer at work, whenever he has to reach in his drawer for his revolver he feels the black lacy pants there too and smirks. He can't wait to remind you about your naughty little trick... When he's bored at work he opens the drawer to look at them and imagine what he's going to do with you when he finally makes his move.

🐀 And then just as you've vowed you'll never make a stupid mistake like that again, just when you've decided never to behave so foolishly again... He'll have a surprise for you all of his own...

🐀 One night when it's just the two of you, in his room, fucking he catches you out.

🐀 He's on top, his cock deep inside you and your eyes are closed, your lips parted as he fucks you hard, you're right on the edge, your body shivering beneath him, your hands clutching at the sheets as you roll over into an orgasm.

🐀 And then when you moan he shoves your underwear into your open mouth and shocks you with them.

🐀 Your eyes open wide in shock uncertain what he's just put in your mouth and when he leans down, his nose brushing yours, his eyes lit up with mischief, clearly very pleased with himself, and grins down at you, "you lose these?" You feel your cheeks flush crimson. But you can't hide or look away because he's got you pinned down and he's still fucking you, his hands either side of your head, arms rippling.

🐀 All you can do is look up at him, and because you can't shy away, because you're forced to face up to the moment you're forced to acknowledge how much it turns you on... So your only response when he talks to you is your needy moans.

🐀 "Whats the matter mousy, did you think I'd just thrown them out?"

🐀 he will tease you about it relentlessly, loves trying to embarrass you, likes watching you go bright red. But in reality he loves this naughty side of you and he wants to encourage it, so when you threaten him one day, "if you keep teasing me I shan't do it again," he backtracks very fast.

Michael

☘️ In New York, you're his other woman and you're jealous. Hes been spending far too much time with Gina lately, sure you know they're the real deal, you're just his honey on the side but still... You should still get a taste of your man every once in awhile.

☘️ So you slip them between a stack of invoices and stock reports and send them up to his office. You may or may not be aware that his Gina is up there with him. That he's all snowed up, and she's going to be the one who takes the invoices and starts to filter through them...

☘️She's probably the one who phones up for you... Michael doesn't even realise whats going on until Gina has welcomed you into the office, studying you, asessing how much of a threat to her relationship you really are...

☘️ But when Michael sees you he panics, swallows a lump in his throat and scrambles to sit up and start paying attention..

☘️ "Whats this about love?" he says to Gina, "whats y/n doing here?" "Oh so you do know her name... Congratulations honey I guess you're more than just one of his whores huh?"

☘️ you feel a little bit like you've walked into a trap, like you've made a bed you're not actually capable of lying in, you're hardly even paying Michael any attention now, it's Gina who's your main concern. She invited you up here... What does she want with you? She certainly isn't looking at you like she's looking for a fight...

☘️ She's watching you expectantly, waiting for either you or Michael to speak up. Then she takes your underwear and tosses them to Michael who is so surprised by them that he drops them.

☘️ "What do you think honey, you think he remembers who they belong to? Tell us Michael baby, are they mine or are they hers..."

☘️ Michael would he totally speechless, he's looking between the two of you, thinking that this is some conspiracy against him but you're just as stunned as he is and you kind of feel like turning and running out of the door.

☘️ but when you make your excuses to leave and try to back out of the door, thinking it best to leave them to their inevitable fight Michael calls after you... "Y/N wait..." which makes Gina laugh.

☘️ "Yeah honey don't go," she says licking her lips wickedly, "the funs only just getting started..." She says teasingly, her eyes glowing with lust... But who for you can't tell anymore?

☘️ When she catches your hand in hers and tugs you back into the office your breath catches in your throat. But what she whispers in your ear leaves you speechless, your heart racing.

☘️ "C'mon y/n kiss me, let's see what he does next hmm?"

☘️ It would be an evening you will never forget.. Gina was only really dragging you into it so that she could get your measure, wanting to work out exactly how much of a threat you were... Wanting to use you to torment Michael. If he's fucking you then she wants to he too, he can't possibly be allowed to have something she hasn't got.

☘️And although Michael is quietly livid with you in the moment he can't control his own lust, his anger taken out on you when he lies you down on his desk and fucks you hard, your head between Gina's legs whilst she rides your mouth and smokes a cigarette casual as you like.

☘️ after that whenever you or Gina feel like a bit of fun you send your underwear up and down to one another slipped between memos. The three of you spend a lot of time in that office snowed up and fucking.

☘️ and although Michaels more than happy with the new arrangement he still makes sure to get you alone so that he can punish you for being so reckless.

☘️ he will bend you over his lap and spank you making you apologise with tears in your eyes as you promise never to be so careless again.

☘️ You will however be that careless again and he'll be more than happy with the consequences.

#peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagines #bonnie gold x reader #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders headcanon #alfie solomons x reader

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judessangel · 2 months

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hiii i love your writing!!! can you write something about yn telling jude she’s pregnant but they arent together (it was like a one night stand) and they haven’t been on speaking terms for a while

only one night

jude bellingham x f!reader

a/n: thank you for the request anon!! i hope you liked it, i didn't know how else to end it soo it ended with fluff. im also not going to school today or maybe even tomorrow beacuse im sick as hell and i had a test today, soo i can write moree😊 i kinda don't like this but ok😞

summary: the request😵‍💫

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y/n couldn't believe what was happening to her. she never thought that a one night stand could lead to this — she was pregnant with his baby. how did she know she was pregnant?

it had been a few weeks since their hook up and y/n hadn't been able to get in touch with him. she had been feeling sick and craving some strange food combinations, and her friends had started to notice. they were worried about her, wondering if she had some kind of food poisoning, beacuse nobody craves pickles and nutella with sprinkles.

how did she know its judes? well, jude was her first hook up after she broke up with her ex a few months ago. plus jude didn't use protection. why? he said theres no way she could get pregnant, and said he would need a bigger condom since they didn't make one for his size. obviously, they were both drunk. (and he was right.)

after several pregnancy tests, all showing positive results, she finally accepted the fact that she was carrying judes child. she had no idea how to get in touch with him, since their hook up ended awkwardly — him leaving in the morning without a message. but she knew she had to tell him somehow.

y/n spent days trying to figure out the best way to contact jude. she finally decided to text him, hoping he would respond. she could feel her heart beating fast as she typed out a simple 'hey'.

to her relief, jude responded quickly with a 'hi?' and a question mark. y/n mustered up the courage to tell him that she wanted to meet him at her house later that day. she nervously waited for his response, but he left her on seen.

'later that day' came. jude knocked on her door and y/n opened it with trembling hands. they both were unsure of what to say, but jude mustered up the courage to say hello and enter her house.

as they both sat down on the couch, y/n took a deep breath and told him the truth. jude's jaw dropped in shock and he stuttered, unable to believe what he was hearing.

y/n explained everything to him - how he was her first hook up since her long-term boyfriend, how he didn't use protection, and how she had taken 3 positive pregnancy tests. jude was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

in a mix of anger and frustration, jude exclaimed "what do you want me to do?i don't know what to say or do!"

y/n looked at him with a stressful face and replied, "i don't know either jude. keep it? I guess. i don't know.."

jude anger subsided as he realized the gravity of the situation. he looked at her and nodded, "okay.... okay, we'll.. keep it. but what about us?'

y/n didn't know the answer to that question. she didn't know what would happen to their relationship, or if they even had one. but they both knew that they had to work things out for the sake of their child.

the two sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in their own thoughts. y/n knew that this was a lot to take in for both of them.

y/n looked at him with a mix of emotions - gratitude, relief, and a hint of hope.

"listen...y/n i want you to know that im not mad you, but my self. if you're ready, im ready okay? this is.. our baby.. and we'll have to take care of it." he said, his voice soft and comforting,

"i know we haven't been talking since that night, but i promise to be there for you and the baby now." he uttered, his leg bouncing up and down.

she couldn't hold back the tears any longer. she had been scared and lost, but now she felt a glimmer of hope for the future. he hugged her tightly, and she hugged him back in return.

'"im sorry y/n. i should have been more careful. i never wanted to hurt you." jude said, pulling away from the hug and brushing her tears away

"t's okay jude. we both made mistakes. but, we'll make it work together somehow." y/n chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in judes embrace.

the two sat there for a while longer, talking about their future plans and how they would handle this unexpected pregnancy. jude promised to be there for every doctor's appointment, to help with anything she needed, and to be the best father he could be.

as they sat there, y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this one night stand that led to something much more meaningful.

she knew it wouldn't be easy, but she also knew that they would have to make it work. and as jude placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, she knew that they were in this together.

and as they talked and laughed, discussing baby names and nursery ideas, y/n couldn't help but feel hopeful for the future. they may have had a hook up that was supposed to be only for one night, but now they were having a new unexpected start,

a baby!

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 4 months

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could I ask for hcs for how day to day life would change for erwin, hange, and levi's s/o after dealing with their notable injuries they get during the story? IE erwin's arm, hanji's eye, levi's scars, eye, and fingers ect? I hope this was clear enough I hope you have a nice day/night!

Sure thing and don't worry I understood you're request just fine, thank you. I hope you're having a nice current timezone anon :)

(Gender neutral reader)

Erwin Smith

Things are... mostly the same as the were before for the most part. Not right away though because of course all the stuff with Rod Reiss, Historia, the man hunt for Survey Corps heads, and the fact Erwin was quite literally sentenced to death not that long after losing it so things were of course very hectic to where there wasn't really a good adjustment period until the two month preparation period to reclaim Shingashima.

It's a shame really, it was his dominant hand too, now all his paperwork is signed with a slight messiness to it he isn't exactly a fan of. But he makes do, relearning and rewiring how his brain works to make up for the lost limb. But even if he doesn't say it out loud, you know more than anyone exactly how hard it is for him - even if to so many people he has so many different airs and appearances to keep.

"Oh it's just an arm, a small sacrifice for the greater good of Humanity. Many good, amazing, talented people have lost more. This is a minor scratch compared to that."

That's what he told Nile that night over dinner together with you and Marie too after Erwin's charges had been offically cleared off the records. Truth be told, none of you at that table bought it, even if he really did intentionally mean it - you three knew him, and it was subtle but with how he struggled to pick up and properly use the fork in his sole surviving hand spoke all it need to. It was a very human struggle - one he did everything to hide.

He can't shave his face by himself anymore, he has trouble putting his uniform on every morning, he needs to relearn how to use ODM gear in a modified way, he has to do an awkward version of the salute now, he struggles with how to maneuver and get himself clean in the shower for the longest until he comes up with a routine on how to do it one handed, he still has enemies so he has to rewire how he thinks of defending himself, he has to learn how to deal with this odd... phantom feeling of his missing arm still being there like in the stories he'd hear from injured soldiers. It's all hard, but he manages, braves through but he's very thankful to have you and so many close others at his side that are willing to help him through it.

Also misses holding your hand. During a meeting with Queen Historia, her Majesty speaking excitedly about her plans to help out orphans - specifically those from Underground, as Levi had made sure to suggest - that as the core members of the Survey Corps stood in audience, he couldn't help but to glance over at where you stood at one side of him, nodding supportively along to Historia's desires about letting the children have fun on her new acquired farm lands, that does he stare at you - at your hand more specifically, as you are standing at his side with the dangling green military coat sleeve. It's rude, he knows, not paying attention as the Queen speaks about her noble causes but he finds himself not being able to help it. For just a second - and maybe, probably, he's deluding this - but for a second he feels the empty sleeve move on it's own to graze at your hand as to grab it - immediately gaining your attention as you stare over at him with your gorgeous eyes that every time he looks at him he falls in love all over again, over and over and the way your head questioningly tilts as if to ask him if something was wrong does his throat turn dry but his lips slightly part until-

A rough kick comes subtly to his paralleled ankle at his other side, Levi. The Captain doesn't look at him, he just keeps his arms crossed over his chest and intently listens to Historia's plans, however, he quietly scolds under his breath: "Pay attention."

Right... he was being very rude. He shouldn't get lost up in silly stuff like this in such important professional times such as these. But... when you suddenly reach over and hold onto the sleeve just as it were his flesh hand only weeks prior, so sincerely and lovingly... he can't help but the dumb smile on his face.

Everything will be fine. He's still the same man. There'll be struggle, some more getting use to - afterall, it's only been a couple weeks if not a month. There's plenty of recovery time in the future, he knows it. After Shingashima, he decides, maybe then he'll take some time off - spend with you and truly attune himself with the lacking arm. And maybe... maybe if he practices a bit first with his still lack of balance... he can still properly get down on his knees and take out that heavy ring in his breast pocket and ask you that question that's been on his mind.

Hanji Zoë

Going to be perfectly honest, the missing eye is the least of Hanji's issues at the moment. It's still a struggle, yes, the now partial blindness that they have to now wear a patch over and it takes a couple weeks to properly get accumulated and not bumping into walls, doors, tables, and other stuff on accident. But it becomes something that's like second nature to the new Commander very quickly on.

Now... the sight isn't the issue. The mountain of other things that came with Shingashima is, both mental and physical.

The obvious is the new Commander position, taking over Erwin's role puts so much on their shoulders and not just that - having to put on this brave face for the only - ten, including themselves, Survey Corps members that survived that bloodbath. They're in charge, everyone's looking up to them them for advice, for orders, for their command. Meanwhile... Hanji hasn't even had proper time to grief for not just one but two of their best friends... Erwin. Moblit... that first night was the roughest, coming back home, to their now old office and practically broke down crying where you had to comfort them all night - they didn't sleep for the next four days straight. They stayed cooped in that office while everyone else was on leave to go properly recover and only let you attend to them. Hanji isn't... the same after that - and everyone notices but doesn't dare to speak on it. They aren't the quirky titan-obsessed quack anymore. They were the calculating 14th Commander of the Survey Corps, Hanji Zoë.

Hanji is also particularly deaf in their right ear now, even if they were - mostly - uninjured from the Colossal Titan nuke, the sound of the impact definitely damaged it a bit before they were tossed in deep the well by Moblit. They've never said the fact out loud to anybody, only you and Levi are aware of the fact, but they read lips more often than not now. So you make sure you always make it able to where they can properly read your lips when you speak to them, and if you can learn a bit of sign language that would also be very helpful.

Doesn't sleep as much as they used to. They say it's because they're too busy - Commander work and still helping out ironing out political matters and issues that still came with Historia's crowing as the new Queen of the Walls and the hectic readjustment period of getting Maria's old settlements rebuilt and ready for resettlement - but that's not just it. There's the nightmares now. Keeping them awake just to not wake them up screaming in the middle of the night and you have to loose sleep comforting them. They should be fine with it, they tell themselves, after all what they said back on that roof to Mikasa was true; they've seen hundreds of their comrades die - no actually, not a hundred... too many more than that to count. And each time they've been strong about it... distracting themselves in their research not to let themselves dwell on it too long. But now... no matter how hard they tried, nothing worked. Maybe it's because it was Erwin and Moblit, the closest two other people they had besides you and Levi. Or maybe it's because only ten fucking people out of the entire fucking Regiment survived that damn day.

And now that the truth is out there, what titans actually are, titan research isn't fun anymore. They could very easily drag one in a captured area and poke amd prod and maybe learn a little bit more on how the transformation process actually works - Connie Springer's mother would be a good example but just looking at that boy they can't bring themselves to even suggest it - but they don't. They just... sign off on papers all day. Try not to think about overseas that much. Not yet anyway.

Things are slightly better by the time you've made contact with the volunteers and the core Scouts had made their way to embark on Marley. Seeing new sights, new people, new inventions none of you could possibly even dream of was quite thrilling. Hanji has a great time, holding onto your hand and sporadically yapping on and on about this "car," or this "tele - phone," or this "controllable electricity." in the exact same manner and way they use to about titans - that wide shit eating smile that goes from ear to ear plastered to their face for the first time in years you love to see as you nod along and just listen and let them ask Onyankopon every possible question that comes to their head - the man having trouble even keeping up with them. It's nice while it last... but it's not too long until the 14th Commander comes back when reminded about why you're all here in the first place...

It's late at night one night, the night before you were all supposed to go back to Paradis does Hanji stare up at the ceiling of your shared room in the Azumabito astate. They have their eye patch off - feeling comfortable around you for you to see the mangled socket that normally rests underneath - as they lie back in bed and listen to you shuffle around to get into your night-wear to get ready to join them.

"I'm thinking..." They finally speak, you look back over your shoulder at them - sprawled out on messy sheets with only wrapped circuit of bandages around their chest to hide the shape. "...I'm thinking that Armin should be my successor. What you think?"

You tell them he's a smart kid, very talented at what he does but... given, past history... you express your feelings that it might be a lot to put on him, given the position of it's weight. Erwin's weight. Erwin's impact. Hanji's impact.

Yeah, probably true, they tell you. And they reminisce on how they felt when Erwin had dropped the sudden bombshell on them... God. They were turning more into him everyday... but you crawl over to the bed and start to kiss their face before the Commander can sulk in it. You love them, you tell them that every chance you get and it never fails to leave a gentle look in Hanji's remaining eye, their expression softening. They joke, saying how much you probably miss the old up-beat crazy Squad Leader Hanji... but you shake your head, hands so loving on their face as you tell them straight up you love them now just as much as you did back then - damaged and all.

Without hesitation they ask you to marry them.

Levi Ackerman

Hard. Very hard at first. He can only particularly see, for the first year or so his stitches itch to a very grading degree, he has only eight digits on his hands where using the left is... very difficult, especially with his unique ways of holding things, and he can't walk. Humanity's strongest - that ridiculous title... now look at him. He "entered" the Survey Corps ten years ago and now every single person around him then is dead - except you. During those first few days of the Rumbling he didn't really think about it - with all the shit going on he had other things to think about than have time to really... process. But here he is now, couple days after the "Battle of Heaven and Earth," as he's hearing people call it. Now in his time to heal does it really set in. And at first he doesn't take it... well.

Once he's well enough to be off bedrest and he's in that "damn chairwheels," you and Onyankopon manage to buy him (hard to come by given how... very much damaged the world still is post Rumbling) you're going to have to have to keep your eye on him because for the first couple weeks he will try to get up and walk around - only damaging his hurt leg more. He feels restricted in it, he wants to go where he damn well pleases - you tried crutches for a while but... he's actually too short for the ones you manged to find post Rumbling, so he's left to that chair. It just takes him time to get use to, that's all. Eventually though, months after the Crisis has been over, it's when you start taking him out places - steering him through the rebuilding cities of Marley, talking about God knows what, that he starts to come around... maybe it's not that bad, annoying, sure, but he feels a lot calmer now. Those kids - Gabi and Falco, they help too. Sometimes they drive him around but he isn't exactly the biggest fan when they clumsily knock him into shit though but they're cute kids, they remind him a lot of much younger versions of Isabel and Farlan, how they'd bicker all the time...

The two of you have a cabin together in Marley, a nice cozy cabin that with the help of Onyankopon - who smuggily calls himself a bit of 'builder' - is modified a bit so that it's more accessible for Levi to move around, plenty enough ofvplace to roam so he doesn't feel couped up like he expressed he didn't want when getting the place. It's nice though, Levi's never had a real house before - only somewhat exception being that dingy little apartment he and Kenny used to live in Underground and then he lived with Farlan and Isabel in it too before joining the Corps. Besides that it's always just been either a whorehouse, military base, or temporary spots he wouldn't even shit in. All shared spaces. Not something that was... his. Though of course he lives with you, you are his s/o but you're different. No, he lived... with you. You own this house together. It's his. It's yours. It's yours (plural).

He can't clean as properly as he use to, getting down on the ground and scrubbing top to bottom and every single crack in the room, of course he can't do that anymore so - and to make him feel better, feel good and comfortable in your own home together you do it, you keep the place always spotless. And he still wants to actively clean of course, the process has always been therapeutic for him, he just can't do it as thorough as he once did but he still will do what he can from the confines of sitting down while you do all the very high and very low lifting.

His senses are still sharp, even with his half blindness. But even still, you always make sure to stand on his good side and if your on the blind you make sure to audibly announce your presence even if he could probably still sense you - Ackerman biology boosting it by tenfold, after all - you do it because it's polite and he does appreciate that.

Mostly handles things with his good hand anyway but is in the habit of dropping things whenever it comes to his less-good one, there's only so much you can do with only three fingers (including thumb) on one hand without being issues. It takes awhile before he even let's you hold that hand again and when he does the first several times he always hesitates, but it all flutters away when you carefully and gently intertwine your fingers with his good ones and your pointer and middle finger lovingly folds over his numbs. Or when you kiss delicately at each of his knuckles on that hand... it's weirdly sweet, weirdly romantic, he thinks.

It's been three years now. Domestic bliss is something Levi never thought existed - or he he did, never, never ever in his thirty-seven year life would he ever think he'd get to live such a thing. The two of you sit in front of the lake off to the side of your cabin, sitting on a lunch-bench watching on as Gabi and Falco are completely red in the face, awkwardly and loudly confessing their feelings to one another in only that embarrassingly sweet way teenagers could. It's sweet... to watch on. You look over and see the small, subtle yet warm, soft smile on Levi's lips. Proud of them, those two dumb kids that's been helping the two of you out for years now. You laugh, causing him to look over at you.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing,"

The giggling in your chest dies down as you watch as the two kids untactfully bump their faces together in an attempted kiss but Falco jolts back holding his forehead in pain, and Gabi's face to turn an even darker red as she yells something at him.

"Do you think we're too old now to act like that?"

Grey eye rolls. "When have I ever acted like that?"

"Oh I can name quite the few times when we first first started dating-"

He suddenly grabs at your face with a: "Hush." before kissing you, the worn stitches on his lips against yours always feel nice. Then he leans back, staring at you with lingering thoughts before his eye flicks back over to the kids now sweetly in each other's arms.

"You know, I was going to ask you something today but those brats decided to go ahead and make it about themselves..." He says, no real malice in his voice, just teasing. But you tilt your head out of curiosity.

"Ask me what?"

He sits back on the bench and stares out onto the lake. His wheelchair is parked off to the side, it's in a bag. He could reach over and pluck it out now. It was something he actually picked out years ago... something he never thought he needed because he never expected to reach this point together with you but Hanji talked his ear off into buying it and Erwin gave him this... teasing encouraged look with that weird smile of his that he'll never forget for the rest of his life. And he's kept it with him, all the time, it's always been on him in some shape or form. Honestly he wasn't sure how you didn't manage to find it already.

He looks back over to you and you're still intently staring back over at him. Maybe. Maybe he still could now.

"Ask me what?"

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jhuzen · 1 year

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Hi!! I wanted to make a request if you're taking them right now! (Sorry if you aren't, feel free to just ignore!!((in love with your writing by the way it's amazing)))

My idea is Zhongli with a partner who is very usually very cheery and chaotic but very emotionally closed off. Until they get drunk for whatever reason and sobbing to Zhongli about how much they're in love with him and how he's the best thing that ever happened to them etc.

Basically just very mushy drunk reader.

Anyway, hope you're doing well, make sure to drink water and be nice to yourself!

truth serum [gn/m.reader]

asmsiskdkcmeimcwdc?? not me absolutely having fun with this godsend ask. like. tysm anon. i love it. you have no idea how amazed and happy i am to see this ask. good shit. another big brained anon ftw. also i hope i did it some justice 😭 i really enjoyed writing their chemistry,, it’s so cute hehe

𖦹 a pinch of angst, drinking, alcohol, an attempt at a cute scenario

In all the years that Zhongli has known you, there was nothing short of joy and amusement that you brought into his life. Since the day he met you up on one of the mountains he’s shaped and created, you’ve enticed him and drew him in so effortlessly and he complied, growing closer like a moth to a flame. You were the sun that everybody looked forward to — him more so.

And he wasn’t wrong with his judgment, you gave what you offered. You were the gentle glow and the warmth that radiated on the nights that he’s cold. Always blessing him with that smile of yours — how ironic was it that he was the famed archon, and yet he looked to you and worshipped you far more than anyone in the people of Liyue could ever do so with him. To him, you were the unsung deity, the person that deserved a throne but never needed one, your benevolence exceeded anyone’s expectations and anyone wouldn’t be ashamed to have you.

You are Zhongli’s pride and joy, the only one capable of forging the embers of passion that sweltered within him. You are his everything.

And even with such a kind attitude, you were no downer. You exhibited a form of exuberance that immediately drew everyone in. With that warming smile of yours, everyone wanted to be near you for a chance (though Zhongli still with the characteristics of the draconic Morax would refuse anything closer, you were his even before he staked his claim).

Said exuberance of yours often turned you into a mad riot — a whirlwind of pure excitement that anyone could barely keep up with. Zhongli had to stifle a quiet laugh when he had to come get you from Wanmin restaurant, Guoba scolding you as you tried to beat Xiangling on who can eat the most Jueyun Chilis. You lost to young girl, but Xiangling wasn’t doing any better. You tried to reason out that you were losing on purpose, but with your labored breathing and your adorably red face, Zhongli could tell otherwise.

Often times, Zhongli would get dragged into such schemes, to the point that he has to save you from plummeting down into Osial’s prison when you tried to propose to him to be your lover in the stone forest. It truly was memorable for all the wrong (and right) reasons.

You’ve endeared him when you took the leap of faith and came to him with open arms, ready to finally have him after the long-winded pining, the hinting glances he would give you, and the way the former archon only seems to care about you and only you far more than anyone else.

Being with you was nothing short of delightful. Everyday, Zhongli would wake up to your breathtaking smiles and home-cooked breakfast. You entertained his endeavors and stories that could last for days, even making remarks of your own. You bought him trinkets that ranged from something simple, to something he knew even Tartaglia’s bank would quiver at. You were perfect.

Well. Generously speaking.

By all means, you weren’t a bad partner or a lover, you gave him everything, from the material possessions, down to the intimate moments you and him shared.

It was only that there are times, when Zhongli would be left in the silence of your shared home, he would zone into those moments that were so intimate emotionally and found… that it was only him that ever shared the appreciations, the loving gratitude, and the genuine love that he feels for you. And you accepted it wholeheartedly, only to turn the other way and continue on with what you’re doing.

It worried him greatly.

Even more when his thoughts were proven right as you held him so closely as you and him laid under the shade of the tree, with him comfortably resting on top of you. He could hear your heartbeat from your chest, as he laid his ear on it, quiet thumping can be heard and if he were to listen close enough, there was a timber of kindness and love inside it.

He sighed, content and at peace within your arms, “I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated life more than now…”

“Hm? Why do you say that?” You asked, hands slowly removing itself from his waist as you played around with the strands of his hair. “You’re not dying on me, are you?” You jested and he only scoffed with no malice. Ever the joker you are, it’s ridiculous how he fell for such charms.

“I am merely appreciating the finer things in life. Madame Ping has urged me to talk more about it,” a mere white lie for him to coax out your vulnerability. Madame Ping was far too aware of his happiness now that he has you — she was always the one on the receiving end of his talk of fondness about you.

“Oh? Then what makes you appreciate this life then?”

“Complications are far behind me now that I’m no longer the one in control… everything feels so much simpler yet so intricate,” he looked up at you, chin resting on your chest as he flashed you a small smile. “All of it because now I have you. I love you, [Name]. I would give you all the stars if I could, and slay a thousand beasts to keep you from harm… you are my everything and without you, I can no longer see myself as something…”

He watched with glee as your eyes widened at his words, no doubt taken by surprise. Zhongli can feel it, your vulnerability, ready to bare itself to him with the same level of intimacy as he’s displayed. Just that, and he can be the most content man in the world.

“I— ah, that’s good.”

Zhongli blinked owlishly as you stumbled over your words. Struggled even. He felt your muscles tense up beneath him.

“Good. I’m glad you’re happy, dearest.”

He couldn’t shield you from the way his eyes flashed a smidge of hurt at your response. And you weren’t an idiot. A bit reckless to the point of trouble following you, sure, but you were far from ignorant. Especially to your lover. You frowned a little and tilted his chin up, “Hey now, don’t make that face. I’m glad you’re feeling okay in the life that you’ve been living. And I love you too,” you tried to salvage what you could but even you were aware at how lacking it was.

Zhongli wasn’t unappreciative of your efforts, but he could only nod and stomach the gnawing worry inside him as he felt your lips brush against the skin of his forehead. Surely there’s a way to pry you open, right? There was something holding you back… and he doesn’t know what.

He was aware already that despite how accepting you seem, no one has ever seen you so vulnerable. You were an individual so full of life, but you never once wore your heart on your sleeves. And if people could look past those smiles of yours that are just so full of life, they would’ve known just how closed off you truly are. It was confusing, really, and Zhongli was starting to doubt things.

If he can’t even know your true feelings… then what’s stopping you from suddenly going up and leaving, only to never come back? Zhongli was heartbroken at the thought, he can’t lose you, not in a million years and even more than that.

But how… in Teyvat is he going to pry you open?

“ALCOHOL!!”

Zhongli almost yelped as he watched the poor you crash into the cobble streets of the harbor, jolting at the sight of the infamous Crux Captain on top of your back, with an incredibly huge smile on her face. He grimaced at your weak groan. He knows you can stomach a little pain. He knows that after he watched you confront Azhdaha to help the traveler into coaxing him to give them some materials for something important.

“[Name]!! I’ve arrived with a hundred souvenirs and a thousand more kegs! Courtesy of the rich lady up top, of course.” Beidou cackled as she finally got off of you, helping you up to your feet. “Oh! Hey there! Hope you don’t mind me borrowing your beloved for awhile!” She winked at Zhongli… but from her one eye, it only seemed like a mere blink.

Zhongli tilted his head a little as the look of confusion crossed his features, “Pardon? What do you mean by that, Captain Beidou?”

You dusted off the last bits of dust on your clothing and laughed a little, “Ah, I almost forgot. Y’see, before Beidou left, she told me I owe her a challenge.”

“A challenge?” The former archon cocked an eyebrow.

“A challenge!” Beidou parroted with a loud laugh, patting your back rather strongly to the point that you almost went back down to kiss the ground. “I challenged [Name] into the greatest drinking contest ever! Them against me, of course! It’s finally time for us to prove who’s the one that can hold the most liquor in the world!”

Zhongli looked at you questioningly, and you returned it with a shrug, “It’s what she wanted. And she won’t leave me alone until I say yes. If I didn’t I probably wouldn’t have been able to leave the ship.”

“Like there was even a chance for you to say no!” Beidou laughed again before patting your back and Zhongli’s shoulder, “Alright, I’ll see you in Liuli Pavilion! The booze is waiting and I don’t want my rival backing out!”

You had to rub your back from the soreness and sighed, “Though I doubt she’ll win, you have to admire the captain’s spirit. It’s hard not to honor her request.”

Zhongli stepped nearer and fixed up the lapels of your suit, smiling a little, “You know it’s a rather unfair match, right? While the Captain is amazing, you’re basically impossible to even get drunk.”

“That may be true, but hey, who knows?”

Who knows, indeed — is what all Zhongli could say as he gawked at the many barrels of alcohol that were stacked upon each other. The captain was not kidding, she secured barrels of it even, and the spark of glee that was within her eyes was relatively alarming. He merely tagged along so he can at least help clean up, but now curiosity was lingering at the back of his mind.

He’s never once seen you drunk. Often times, it’ll be him already mumbling about on the occasions that you and him would go out and drink to unwind (often in the company of one harbinger who would always challenge you and subsequently lose). He’s even seen you offer a handicap and drink Snezhnaya’s fire water in one bottle and Tartaglia still got wasted first.

You simply held your alcohol so well. Zhongli figured maybe this was the reason for Beidou’s challenge, to finally outdo you.

And Zhongli would have called it a night if it hadn’t turned for the unexpected.

But before that, expectantly, Beidou was out. She couldn’t beat you, and probably not even a million years. But she managed far more than any other human out there, swigging drink after drink with little to no care, keeping up with you all the more. It was almost inhuman, really, to see her empty the huge beer glass with so much gusto, the accompanying snacks as chasers left to the crew members who were also around to witness their captain’s victory.

And when she finally tapped out, surprisingly, you… you were already drunk.

Zhongli waited in bated breath as you and him were the only ones awake in the establishment. He was positive even the owners had to have dozed off with how long this competition has been going on already.

“Z…Zhooooong…zhongzhong…” you murmured and he was already by your side in a flash.

“Dear? Are you alright?” The concern inside him was quelled as he watched your flushed cheeks brighten even more. You’ve had one too many to the point that you were barely coherent. He was surprised to say the least — seeing you so feverish and so drunk.

“Zhonnnngggzzzzzzzli,” he blinked as you looked up, letting go of the beer glass you had in your hand. “Did I… win?”

“Sure did. We’re the only ones awake.” He laughed.

You raised a wobbly and weak fist in victory, “H….Hhhh…. Y-Yep. D-Das’right… I am the… undefeated champ,” your fist landed softly on the back of Beidou’s head, bonking her slightly with a slurred grin, “Take that… you… sea lady thing…”

Zhongli sighed a little, it was definitely in your fashion to get yourself into this kind of situation. Definitely your style to agree to something as ridiculous as a drinking contest and get drunk for the very first time. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, “I will go get you some water and carry you home, yes?” He said and you nodded.

Only that when he did stand up to get water, you pulled him back down from his coattails, making him sit on your lap.

“[Name], I…”

“Shhhshshshshhh, no. Shush.” You huffed, enveloping his waist with your arms as you buried your face into his chest. He let out a breath, “Shush.” You chided and Zhongli obliged, trying to breathe quietly… however that’s done.

You and him stayed in silence, and he relished in the feeling of you within him. It was a sight to behold, something he will definitely remember for all eternity.

“Zhongli…” you murmured into the fabric of his coat, he only let out a quiet hum in response, playing with your hair like you did with him before. “I love you.”

“I know, dear. And I lo—”

“No!” You suddenly yelled and one of the crew members stirred at your volume, but you could care less. You lifted your head from his chest and held his shoulders, pulling him back a little as you looked at him square in his eyes. “I. Really. Love. You.”

Zhongli smiled a little and nodded. But you cut him off before he could say it back again, “I don’t think you realize just… how much… I love you. It’s ridiculous. I love you so much that it’s soooo annoying,” you drawled and the former archon had to wonder what you meant.

Lucky him that you were going to tell anyway. It seemed as though a moment of sobriety and clarity came upon you, as your lazy slurring left your system while you spoke.

“You… are probably one of the best things that ever happened to me. I know I don’t say it much, but,” you hiccuped and Zhongli only then saw the tears cascading down your face, “I really, really, really love you so much. You have no idea how much it broke me when I saw your face before. You looked so sad, Zhongli, so, so, soooo sad. I’m sorry I couldn’t say it before, love. I don’t know what came over me, and I—!”

“Oh dear,” an airy chuckle left Zhongli’s parted lips as he watched you suddenly break open the emotions you held in your indestructible dam, flowing through like the tears in your eyes.

“I just— I just… I just!!! I just love you so much, man! Y-You treat me so well and give me all that I hope for!” You wailed so dramatically and Zhongli had to wonder if anyone woke up (he hopes not for the sake of your dignity and that he only wishes to be the only man to see this side of you), “Zhongli, I will marry you. It’s not even a want to do kind of thing anymore, I-I feel like if I don’t have you, I will die.”

It wasn’t even your intention, but soon tears pricked at the ends of his eyes, sniffling at your display, “Let’s hope we do not come to that point, yes?”

You pouted a little, “…Yes… Anyway… I’m… sorry I couldn’t say much… it’s hard for me, I guess,” you confessed and Zhongli understood. He always will for you. “But please understand… that if I also could, I would bring you not just stars but all worlds, that for your safety, I will not just kill a thousand threats but also build the strongest home… I will do it all for you…”

Suddenly, the fears within Zhongli were quelled and sent away as you finally gave out, letting him know that his worries were nothing but anxiety and that he will always have a place in your heart. He could feel his cheeks warm at your proposition earlier of tying the knot, even he couldn’t resist the giddiness that flooded his system at your drunken promise. It was enough for him to know that you still loved him even when it was expressed through a drunken honesty.

“…I love you… Zhongzhong…” you took your final shred of consciousness to breathe out your little declaration, eyes finally closing as you gave into the blissful slumber.

He cupped your cheeks and pecked your lips with a content smile, “I love you too, [Name].”

Zhongli was right about himself when you finally laid your feelings to him so openly. Because right now, he can confidently claim that he is most content man in the world.

#this fic is just me flexing my high alcohol tolerance too #shsjsidmc #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x male reader #zhongli x gender neutral reader #zhongli x gn reader #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x reader #jhuzen’s stupid one shots

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misc-obeyme · 3 months

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Ooh, headcanons! If I’m allowed to request a Solomon one though I see someone has already done that, perhaps hurt/comfort (or fluff, whichever category you find it fits in ^^) for a pretty badly depressed MC with insecurities, jealousy, emptiness, etc. It’s been an— interesting past few days 😅

(though I always feel like I would get so much better if, you know, I cross the 4th wall,, I swear all their love would cure me)

Hi there, anon!

I'm sorry you've been having a rough time recently. I hope things start to look up for you soon! I can relate to those feelings, so it was pretty easy for me to write this. I definitely think their love would be the thing that could heal us all! Since they're fictional, though, the best I can do is offer these words of comfort. Know I wrote it from my heart. 💕

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Solomon hurt/comfort headcanons

Warnings: MC is depressed, dealing with feelings of emptiness and insecurity

Solomon notices that something is off with you. He can tell that you're struggling with something. He'll still wait a little bit to see if you come to him first, if you tell him you need his help. If you do, he will drop everything to help you. He has done his best to make sure you feel like you can always come to him for help. But he knows that sometimes it's hard to ask for help when you need it. So if too much time goes by, he'll bring it up carefully himself.

You might try to hide it still. You might answer his questions by saying you're fine, that there's nothing to worry about. Solomon will see right through this. And he knows exactly what he needs to do or say to get you to open up. He'll smile a little - it's a knowing smile, the one that says you can't hide the truth from me, MC.

Even if you choose not to say it out loud, Solomon doesn't really need you to. He can tell just from looking at you that you're struggling and really, that's all he needs to know. He thinks of things that would make you feel better, anything to lift your spirits. He'll go out of his way to get you things you enjoy, such as your favorite food. He knows not to make it himself because he's aware that having him in the kitchen adds to your stress. He'll do little things to comfort you while he waits for you to tell him how you feel.

You can keep pushing, but eventually you'll break down and when you do, he's there to hold you. You find yourself crying in his arms, telling him about how all you feel is empty. You tell him that there is no point to your life, that you're useless, that you're numb. That every day is full of pain and you don't know why. Maybe you say that you're not worthy to be his apprentice, that you're not worthy to be his friend. You're not worth any of his time.

Solomon will listen to you say all of these things. He has to try to hold in his anger at hearing them. It upsets him to think you feel this way about yourself. But he also knows you need to let it out. So he only holds you and listens, frowning the whole time. When your words devolve into sobbing, he finally speaks. He tells you that all he wants is to take that pain away.

He tells you that he doesn't know how to change how you feel. He knows that just saying it isn't true won't be enough. He'll say it over and over again, though. He'll tell you until he's blue in the face that he loves you, that you're more than enough, that you're the best apprentice he's ever had and he's so proud of you. He'll tell you that he thinks you're amazing for each day that you survive while feeling this way.

Solomon will also tell you that he has felt that way before himself. That he knows that feeling of sorrow and emptiness. He'll tell you that he never had anyone to turn to in those times. And now all he wants is to be the one you turn to when you're suffering. You wouldn't begrudge him that, would you?

Maybe it takes some time. And certainly he can't fix everything for you in a single night. But give him a chance, MC. Let him hold you, let him carry a little of your burden. Solomon will tell you that he is always there, that he'll always be by your side.

Solomon will hold you close for a long time. He won't let you go until he can tell you're feeling a little bit better. He'll kiss away all of your tears, hold your face in his hands, and look into your eyes. He'll kiss you gently, tentatively - he needs you to feel how much he loves you. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, Solomon will always be there for you to return to. When you feel like you're falling, he will catch you because in his arms, you'll be home.

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frownyalfred · 2 months

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If this too much or too personal please ignore!

But I was just wondering if you had any advice for grieving? (I lost a close family member very recently)

I'm so sorry for your loss, anon. I don't know your exact situation, but I hope your loved one's memory is a blessing to you and your family. I'll leave my thoughts below the break, since I'll discuss death and dying a little.

I am, as many people on here likely know, still grieving the loss of my father. It was sudden and unexpected. It was bloody and somewhat traumatic for our family. Thinking about it still leaves me dazed and unfocused.

Grieving is such a strange process. I've been talking about it with my therapist weekly, and her main takeaway has been that there is no right way to do it -- and that it is far from linear. There are positive moments and regressions. There are funny memories and difficult truths to grapple with. There is anger, confusion, sadness. Despair. So many unanswered questions and moments that hover on the edge of veneration simply because they are the only ones you have left.

How did I grieve? I cried a lot, at first. I took off work and sat shiva with my family. I answered a thousand well-meaning messages and played one singular song on repeat on my phone. I barely slept. I dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. I woke up crying without remembering exactly what I had been dreaming about.

Then, as if in reprieve, my brain let up. I slept somewhat normally again. My body was no longer on the edge of tears at any given moment, nor was I entirely numb. Slowly, I began to think of normal things again; new television shows, updating a chapter, irritation at the banal things like traffic and work.

And anon, I thought to myself, this must be it. I'm no longer "grieving," or at least not in the traditional sense of the word. I was eating, sleeping, going to the gym and work, updating my works and hitting the club again on the weekends.

But I wasn't done. And I'm not sure I ever will be. I wanted to be done, in so many ways. I was mad at my father for dying, for making me grieve, for keeping me in this state where I couldn't be confident in anything I was feeling, any progress I was making. Where I could remain silent and resolute at his burial, but sob like a baby in my apartment when the concert t-shirt he gave me was stained by some soup.

But that's a lot to put on the dead. And sometimes I have to keep reminding myself that -- that he is dead, that there is a gap in my life I keep trying to skip over, like avoiding tonguing at the aching tooth in the back of my mouth. And when I forget, the world is more than glad to remind me, whether through well-meaning neighbors, colleagues, etc etc.

I suppose that's a long way of saying, I think I'm still grieving anon. I'm not sure I'm doing the best at it, active or involuntary as this process seems to be. I have an amazing support network, but so much of this work seems to be solitary, even when someone is sitting right next to you, crying with you.

The Jewish saying "May their memory be a blessing" has been a good focal point for me, I think. It dovetails nicely with the Mandalorian saying "Not gone, merely marching far away." I've thought about both a lot in the last few months, because I'm a huge nerd and also because I don't think the cultures are too dissimilar.

Let your loved one's memory be a blessing in your life, anon. Remember the happy moments, and speak them out loud if you're able. Don't let their name remain sacred. Don't sanctify them, for we are all humans and humans are complicated, but don't leave their life behind you.

Those memories of them, those funny moments and sad days, fun trips and strange conflicts, those are all yours now. No one else has them. And when you and your family are gone, those memories are gone too.

Other small things that have made this whole process easier: Starbucks and DoorDash giftcards (seriously, some days are too hard), letting myself take time off hobbies (gym/writing) without penalizing myself, naming my grief and allowing myself to sit in it (I'm sad today about x, and I want to lie down for a few hours. I'm lying down because I'm feeling sad about x, and I'm allowed to feel that way). Going to the gym and running until the natural endorphins help. Talking with my families about good and complicated moments with my dad. Writing, when I'm able. Reminding myself it's okay to not be very functional, that it's okay to not be perfect and you would never expect someone who is grieving to be so. Talking to a therapist and getting treatment for what I experienced. Accepting the kind words of others, even if they hurt or are unintentionally difficult.

I'm sorry you're going through this anon. I know how you feel, or at least some of what you feel. I hope you have support and loved ones around you who can help shoulder some of this process.

<3 Jay

#tw grief #tw death #tw dying #tw grieving #personal #about me #forgive me for being terribly emotional and personal for a moment #asks #anon

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auraticere · 1 year

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You're a Fool (Wanda x Fem! Reader)

A/N: Hello, Everyone! I noticed when I posted this initially that it was not appearing in any of the tags I put, so I'm reposting this and see if it'll show up.

Pairing: Protective! Wanda x Fem! Reader

Summary: The request speaks for itself.

Word Count: 6.1k

WARNINGS: Homophobia, Parental Angst, Mentions of past abuse, Verbal and Emotional Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, A Mild Anxiety Attack, Sad Themes, Use of Magic, and Use of Physical Violence. 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

Requests are OPEN; read the rules, please!

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Some of my friends met my mom today and they were telling me how safe they feel with her and how she’s such a caring and loving mother and how I’m so lucky but she’s not actually like that and it only pisses me off bc they don’t know but they’re acting like they do bc they don’t know or they don’t want to and ugh so I was just hoping that you might be interested in writing one where Wanda rlly wants to meet r’s family but r has been stalling and so Wanda gets upset and thinks that r is embarrassed or smth and so r caves and they go stay w r’s family for a holiday and the whole time, they put up a front that they’re so perfect and so Wanda believes them bc r never says anything bc why would r think Wanda would believe the truth when nobody else will and then eventually they do something and it all clicks that the things they did to r were actually awful and Wanda comforts r?? You def don’t have to and you can spin the plot however you like but idk

Requested by Anon!

Snow is rapidly falling on a cold Tuesday night, covering the icy grass and everyone’s vehicles in a thick blanket of ice and clumping snow, forcing everyone to remain inside. Unfortunately, not everyone could make it inside to escape the icy winds of nature; some were still on the road far away from their cozy homes, slipping and sliding on the frozen concrete. You and Wanda were those people far from home, too far; in fact, you two were heading south for a holiday week to spend more time with each other.

You and Wanda have had work piled up to your chins for the past few weeks and decided it was time for a Christmas getaway. It was a relief to see something new, share this time with your wife, and make many memories to tell your kids one day. Stories of how you and your wife would drive late at night to see the bright Christmas decorations, having a Christmas all to yourselves, or how you and Wanda fell deeper in love like a Hallmark movie. You have those things planned and much more and weren’t sure if all could be accomplished. It doesn’t matter if you did or did not get everything you wanted to be done; what matters is all the time you will spend with your amazing, gorgeous, sweet, and loving wife, Wanda. She’s happy that you are hers too. All her life was spent with her brother and no one else until the twins joined the Avengers and she met you. You have to admit; you two are made for each other.

However, there was something you never mentioned to Wanda..; your parents also lived down south where you're vacationing. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem, but you and your parents have a terrible history. In fact, you have not told a soul about your past - only how you were heavily and emotionally damaged by them. Wanda helped you the best she could, especially when those memories returned to haunt you every night. No one knew the truth; you wanted to keep it that way, yet you knew it would come out eventually, whether intentionally or not.

You and Wanda arrived at the holiday inn only an hour ago. You grab your blanket out of your extra bag and delicately spread it across your half of the room’s queen-sized bed before laying down and staring blankly at the ceiling. Dread and your usual anxiety bind you to the comfort of your soft purple fleece blanket, leaving you immobilized. Your parents live here; what would they do if they saw you again? What if you see them?

While wiping away her foundation, she hears your troubled thoughts rattling your shaken mind and throws her used cleaning wipe into the trash can, then slowly turns to you. With a worry-laced voice, Wanda speaks cautiously, “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

The thoughts she heard were garbled beyond any measure, like a radio with the smallest glean of reception. You were shaking; these suppressed memories were finally roaming free in your mind, wreaking havoc on your conscience in a way that has not happened in a year. Tears spilled out of your eyes like a waterfall, and you whimpered every passing second as each terrible memory of your parent’s emotional torture surfaced.

Wanda rushes to your side, and when she reaches you, she gently places her dainty hands on your shoulder and lightly shakes you out of your waking nightmares, “Y/N, hey, I’m here.”

Shaky breaths escape you as you come to conscience. Your y/e/c eyes frantically dart around the room as you jolt up, “W-wha-”

“Detka, hold onto me; I’m right here next to you,” Wanda reassures with a soft cadence.

Your trembling hand shoots to her leg and squeezes hard, “I-okay, okay, um.” No more words could be mustered.

“Name three things you can see, feel, or hear.” Wanda clasps your hand while the other lands on your knee.

Your eyes fall to the snowflakes out the window, “S-snowflakes, there’s a red truck in the parking lot, and, oh, our mini-van!” you feel yourself calm down, your pulse not racing as fast, “I feel…I just feel you. Your warmth, you’re very soft…did you use my lotion again?”

“Psh, noooo,” Wanda feigns ignorance.

You giggle, “Uh huh, yeah.”

“Another bad memory from…way back when?” the memory becomes faint in the redhead’s mind - as it is not her memory she heard.

“Damn,” you grumble, “Must have been intense for you to pick up on it.”

“So much…chaos; what were those from?”

Many memories flooded your imagination, and you are uncertain which memory she referred to, “I can’t recall….”

“You don’t have to, malyshka. It’s late, and we’re both worn out from traveling; let’s get our night clothes on and snuggle 'til we fall asleep.”

You take a deep breath and release before nodding your head in agreement.

—

As you and Wanda lay in bed, waiting for the hypnotic sleep spell to wash over you, Wanda whispers, “What do ya wanna do tomorrow?”

‘Not visit my parents,’ you thought. “Visit the mall, grab some gifts for the Bartons, maybe get some boba, you know, hang out; it’s a mile away from my parent’s house, though.”

Gotta love it when your intrusive thoughts spill out into the open.

Wanda’s eyes light up while she smiles brightly, “Your parents live here!?” she excitedly whispers, “We gotta go see ‘em!”

You look up at Wanda with weary eyes, “Yeah, no, I just, can we stick to the list, milaya? Don’t want to see ‘em on our holiday vacation.”

“What, why?!” Wanda’s eyes widened at your bluntness, “Not even for dinner?” You did not want to talk about them with Wanda, nor should she know what they did to you all your life. The past is the past and shall not be brought back to the present; you don’t want to be an emotional burden to your wife and would rather keep it that way. Can’t let yourself be lost in your emotional torment.

“No, not really,” you answered blankly.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

Wanda huffs, “Don’t want me around your parents? Am I not…‘ready’ to meet your parents.”

“Yeah! Wait, no, no, yes?”

“Well?”

“Wanda….”

“We should at least stop by for dinner, Y/N. Please. I promise I won’t be an embarrassment like I always am,” Wanda pleads, her doe eyes shining underneath the moonlight.

Your eyes widen in shock, and your jaw drops for a moment before responding, “You’re not an embarrassment! I'm…really nervous about seeing them again; it's been years and-"

Wanda breathes a small sigh of relief before cutting you off, “I understand, but can we have dinner with them or something? It won't be a detour, malysh, perhaps on a day when our night is not too occupied with sightseeing?”

“Honey, please, not right now…please,” you beg her to drop it. Wanda knows she might be getting underneath your skin with this conversation, and she relaxes her upright posture by slumping down next to you, “Lemme sleep on it, and I’ll give you an answer.”

Wanda wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to her, and your tension melts little by little, “Detka…I didn’t mean to prod at you like that. It’s not fair to beg for something you aren’t comfortable giving; I’m sorry.”

Your heart flutters happily, and you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. The mind races with images and harsh words your goody-two-shoe parents unleashed on you, “You’re alright, love,” you pecked lips, “Still, I want to think it over.” Maybe they changed.

“Oh, okay. But really, Y/N, I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this…should not have brought it up,” Wanda frowns, rubbing her arm before heading back to the mirror to remove her remaining makeup in silence before you grab her wrist.

“Honey,” you pull her closer, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “I promise I’m okay…it’s that, well, we had a pretty big fight,” understatement of the decade, “-and I packed up all my things and left.”

“I see,” Wanda clicked her tongue.

“Yeah, so things might be awkward when we go.”

You had an idea, not a great idea, but an idea nonetheless. Perhaps, it was time to confront your parents and stand up for yourself; the only burden on your mind you could not shake no matter what you did.

“Wait, ‘when’?” Wanda asked, unsure of what you meant by ‘when.’

“I think it might be a good idea to…try to mend things between them and me; it might do me some good.” In truth, you wanted Wanda to see why you were so damaged rather than explaining it all to her in excruciating detail. Also, you were worried about this outing because it might make Wanda feel worse about bringing it up in the first place. Who knows what might happen? Your parents might treat you horribly when Wanda’s not there with you, and then when Wanda comes back, she sees it all unraveling, you being berated and emotionally attacked. She rushes you out of the house and comforts you afterward, in turn making her feel like it was all her fault.

“How’s tomorrow night sound?”

“I think that is wonderful! Let’s see, we’ll be Christmas shopping for the team, then it’ll be lunchtime at the mall with some boba, drive around and see the lights, and finally, go to your parent's house! Sounds solid to me, lyubov.”

—

The Next Day

You and Wanda had returned from your day out and about, exploring your ‘lovely’ hometown and wandering around the mall for last-minute Christmas shopping. You picked out plenty of gifts for Natasha, the Bartons, and Steve, who wanted nothing but you grabbed him a selfie stick out of spite anyway. Wanda dragged you to the boba shop, went to a BBQ place a few stores down, and sat down for a satisfying lunch, chatting about your day and all the great memories you have had up until now. Eventually, you two returned to the hotel for a few hours and relaxed, watching Christmas specials while snuggling in bed. After watching two Christmas movies, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Die Hard, which is a Christmas Movie, you and Wanda discuss visiting your parents and debating what time to head over.

You think it’d be wise to call your mom now, as she and your dad are probably at a Christmas event uptown.

“Greetings, Mother.” The phone rang once, and your harpy of a mom picked up.

You caught her at a strange time. She and your father were attending a charity drive when she received your call. Yes, they both are upstanding members of a small, conservative community. That tells all, really. A true horror, I know.

“Woah, hey, sweetie,” her tone was mixed with mockery and a fake happiness you knew all too well.

“Heyyy, I’m in town…with my wife, and I thought you, dad, my wife, and I could come over for dinner; I know it’s late, but…we just rolled into town.” Wanda gave you a thumbs-up.

“Of course, sweetheart, you and…your wife,” She jeers, “Are always welcome, um, oh jeezums, it is late. We should be back in about 15 minutes; got some dinner in the crockpot.”

“Oh,” you sat perfectly still, “Okay, we’re down past the mall; I guess I’ll meet you two at the house.”

“Perfect, see you then,” your mom puts the phone closer to her mouth, “Cunt.”

The line goes dead.

You flinched at the word, ‘Cunt’, one of the many names your mother lovingly adorned you with.

“Alright, they’ll be back from their charity drive in like 15 minutes. Let’s get ready to go.”

She noticed your reaction but didn’t comment on it, “A charity drive, huh? They sound like nice people.”

“Mhm, they do one every year. My parents are active in helping out the homeless; they own a soup kitchen downtown, make sweaters and socks for the less fortunate, donate money to the local hospital, and help out at the animal shelter when they can.”

“Wow, they sound so nice and loving!” Wanda praises as she applies her eyeliner, “I bet they’re so nice at home too.”

You giggle, putting up a front to hide your creeping nervousness, “They sure are, malyshka; you’ll love them.”

As twenty minutes pass, you two are already out the door, in the van, and on the way to your parent's estate when Wanda can’t contain her excitement any longer, “Oh, oh, look, more lights!” Wanda abruptly turns onto 5th Street to see the bright flashing lights illuminating the entire block.

You had no complaints; you were having a great time with your wife, what with sightseeing and all the lights. The first house on your right had a marvelous display that featured a nativity scene close to the house, a string of dull yellow lights adorning the exterior trims, and an inflatable Frosty the Snowman who is deflated. The first house on your left didn’t have much, from what you could see, but the one after it had the works. Santa on his sleigh lit up with his reindeer shining bright on the rooftop. The third house on the right had a ginormous display of a paper Pitbull, yes, Mr. Worldwide, strung up on a cross with fake hair stapled to his glorious bald head with bright white lights with a cardboard text bubble saying, “Mr. Worldwide is Jesus.”

You snapped a picture of it, and Wanda turned the car around in the cul-de-sac after seeing a few more houses with hardly any Christmas spirit on them and resumed your journey, or rather, quick drive, to your parents’ house.

Wanda turns right out of 5th Street and onto the main road leading up to your fateful encounter with your parents for the first time since you were seventeen.

You take a deep breath in, hold it, then let it out slowly in an attempt to calm yourself, to no avail. Wanda notices and offers a comforting hand on your knee, “I’m right here with you; hell, I’ll hold your hand the whole way through.”

“Thank you,” your voice trembles with dread, “I will need your support so bad.”

“I love you, printsessa.” Wanda stops at a red light and plants a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” you blush madly, suddenly and instinctually turning away to hide your blush from Wanda, who chuckles lowly.

“Aww,” Wanda coos, her hand reaching for your thigh, “So cute seeing you so flustered.”

“You sure know how to make a girl turn red,” you laughed nervously.

The light turns green and you approach closer and closer to Cummings St, where you inform Wanda to turn right on Cummings St and look for a bright white house with blue and green Christmas along the exterior trims.

You have no idea how bad this will go; your parents will put on their usual masquerade of perfection - a fake, wide smile with a cheery voice that hides an uncaring, abusive shadow. Sure, you told Wanda of the last argument you and your parents had before you were booted to the curb, but you left out the history of verbal and emotional abuse for obvious reasons.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots you anxiously gnawing on your hoodie sleeve - you insisted on casual wear for the evening. You could care less about formality in a situation like this, honestly. After the reunion with your parents, you’re never going to see them again in your life, you’ve decided. Lose their numbers for good instead of ignoring them, hell, even coming back to this town. While making plans for the trip, you thought you’d be going far past it instead of to it, yet here you are, in the heart of it, facing your past with someone supporting you all the way.

Your phone rings as Wanda drives up a hill, reaching Cummings St in seconds; your wife turns right and is now going down the road.

“Hey,” your dad immediately says upon answering, “Where the -” your dad looks around to see if anyone else is around. “Where the fuck are you? Can’t even get here on time; you’re late. I don’t like it when you’re late.”

“My wife and I just got onto your street, dad; relax…we’re a few houses down, be there soon,” you hung up, not giving your dad the time of day to bitch and moan.

“Your dad has…not a lot of patience, I take it?” Wanda purses her lips. Already Wanda is seeing the bad aspects of your parents. Hopefully, nothing will escalate during your stay.

“No,” you admitted, “Hardly ever patient.”

Wanda swallows nervously. Fascinating, she’s nervous, all because your dad raised his voice over being a little late, “I see.” As she slowly travels down the tattered concrete road topped with thin ice, she places her hand on your knee to show silent support. You still lightly gnaw on your wet hoodie sleeve, but her warm touch distracts you enough to cease the gnawing, “Want me to hold your hand when we enter?”

“Yes, please.” you interlaced her fingers with yours as Wanda drove up to your parent's house, parking past the driveway in case you wanted to leave quickly.

“Okay, love. I’m right beside you.”

Wanda parks the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition before leaving the vehicle with you rushing to Wanda’s side as she locks the car behind you. You close hands and make your way to their front door. The witch observes her surroundings, taking notes of the neighborhood surrounding your old house and notes how poor - in quality - each house is, especially your mom and dad. Most of the paint has been stripped off by the weather, leaving the wooden frame exposed to the chilly winds, the roofing has not had any maintenance in a few years as some shingles have fallen onto the ground and thrown out of sight, and the lawn is dead, dry grass everywhere.

��Yikes,” you say after a moment of awkward silence.

“It could be worse,” Wanda winces.

“Mhm, definitely.” You sigh, “This house has seen better days.”

Suddenly, the front door swings open to reveal your mother in a yellow floral dress with a jean vest and a pair of bunny slippers. Your mom waves then beckons you both to ‘Come on in!’

Here goes nothing.

You take a deep breath and let it out, and Wanda squeezes your hand tighter, easing you only a little.

You both enter the dilapidated home with your mother walking towards the living room, pointing to a worn black leather loveseat adjacent to the three-seat couch of the same material and to the wall-mounted TV. Ahead of your seat is a reclining chair where your father resides - reading a news article from Fox News, a totally ‘amazing’ newscast. Your dad is wearing a faded white polo with brown stripes across the belly. He adjusts his square glasses and puts his phone on the table next to him while his eyes stare you down while you take your seats. He frowns and then mumbles, “Didn’t know my daughter was a ******, what a disgrace.”

Your mom sits down on the couch and crosses her legs. Her posture is stiff like a board. Her eyes show no love, only coldness, and disdain. Your dad is relatively the same, except his anger shows through his pursed lips and crossed arms.

Wanda is the first to speak, “So, uh, hi, I’m Wanda…Y/N’s wife,” she waves happily.

“I’m Lisa, and my charming husband is Frank,” her voice starts flat, then accentuates to a customer service-esque one. She has officially put on a facade. Her eyes dart to Frank then she wiggles her eyebrows, suggesting he do the same.

Frank catches wind of it and puts his on, too, “Yuppers, I’m Frankie!” His voice wasn’t as chipper as his wife's; it was reminiscent of a mall Santa Claus: jolly, old, and spry, “Nice to meet ya, Wanda, and welcome to our humble abode!”

“Humble is not what I’d call it,” you whispered loud enough for only yourself to hear.

“Y/N, why are you- what brings you here? It’s been so long since I’ve seen my one and only daughter,” Your mother clicks her tongue, raising her brows inquisitively as she tilts her head down.

“Umm, Wanda and I came down for a holiday week off, actually,” you explained sheepishly.

“Oh, fun, fun!” It seems neither of them knows about Wanda and her occupation, at least not that you’ve noticed.

“Been so busy, might as well come back home for a visit.”

“Well…us old folks haven’t been up to much, just doing our normal stuff, doing our annual charity drive and helping out the needy, all that good stuff.” You perk up at those four words. You corrected your slouching posture, now sitting at attention. ‘All that good stuff’ is equal to ‘And all that annoying shit.’

“Yeah, my love told me all about what you two do for your community! You guys are so awesome!” Wanda smiles, laughing happily.

Frank bites back a grunt of disapproval, “It’s fun to build our community back up and ensure everyone gets a dose of goodness.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing everything they were saying was a lie. Truth is, they hate the community and only do this work for recognition and prestige. Your parents dragged you around all your childhood forcing you to participate in these activities.

“I remember you dragging me around all the time, and you’d punish me for not cooperating.” You tried joking, but resentment made you sound like you weren’t.

“You were being argumentative, sweetie. Had to iron out the wrinkles, so to speak.”

Wanda squints at that comment. Maybe there was reason to be hesitant on your part?

“Well, I oughta check on dinner, Lisa; I thinks there are fifteen minutes on the timer.” Frank pushes the leg rest down and heads into the kitchen, “Oh! Honey! Can you take this plate of snacks to the living room for our amazin’ guests?”

“Certainly! Wanda, Y/N? Would you like some wine? I’ve got a great bottle of wine I’d like you to try,” Lisa chirps, standing up to grab a bottle of wine of their wine rack, which only had three bottles of alcohol. From what you could tell, one was whiskey - half drunken - another was Champagne, unopened, and the Pinot Noir your mother was grabbing.

“I’d like only a little bit, still have to drive my lovely Mrs. Maxmimoff back to our motel tonight.”

“Same here.”

Your mother reaches for the bottle, unscrews the cork with the opener, and grabs three wine glasses off the shelf, “Ah, my little girl adopted her wife’s name. It sounds so lovely in my head, Y/N Maximoff.”

“Thank you, mother!” you blushed.

Lisa placed the glasses on the coffee table and poured wine before serving them to you. Wanda takes a whiff and gently stirs the wine in a circular motion, contemplating if she should take a small swig of the alcohol or wait until she’s had a few bites to eat. Your mother puts the cork back into the bottle, placing it back on the wine rack before heading into the kitchen for the charcuterie board filled with cheesy goodness.

“So far, so good, detka,” Wanda presses a kiss to your forehead, which eases your anxiety somewhat, “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you,” you exhaled slowly, “I could not do this without you.”

Your mother returns from the kitchen with the cheese and cracker board, and your dad follows behind with a deep frown, “Won’t be ready for another hour. Meat’s still gotta cook a little more. Can’t have a good servin’ of meat and taters if the meat ain’t easy to pull off the bone.”

“Those are always the best, aren’t they?” Your mom sips her half-empty glass of wine before speaking again, “So, Wanda, what’s it like?”

Lisa pauses, gesturing to Wanda for an answer.

“What’s it like? To be…?”

“You know….” your mother leans in closer, “An Avenger?”

It’s not terribly concerning that your parents know Wanda as one of the world’s strongest heroes; it’s public knowledge.

“Oh, uh,” Wanda hesitates. She doesn’t want to speak nor think about work when she’s not at work, but since they’re your parents, she wants to share as little as possible, “It’s awfully stressful, but I love my team!”

“What happened to that purple guy? The guy with the bow, now there’s a girl???” Your dad hates when his favorite hero is no longer on his screen.

Wanda giggles, “He retired a while ago, actually. The girl is Kate Bishop, the new Hawkeye.”

“I don’t like her or that blondie we saw her smoochin’. Fightin’ was sloppy; I’m sure she’s still new to the ring and all.”

“Kate’s a great friend of ours - we used to be bunkmates, actually,” you commented.

“Bunkmates, huh?” Your mother sipped her wine, “Do you…work…with them…on the battlefield? I don’t keep track of you superhero folks.”

You sat silently for a second before responding, “Not really, but like, if I’m picking them up from a mission and enemy attackers are shooting at us, I shoot at them - has not happened in a while, though…I’m just a field medic.”

“That’s good; you finally got up and did something with your life! A medic for the Avengers, how exciting!”

‘Gotta love it when she’s passive-aggressive,’ you thought, huffing through your nose to show annoyance.

Wanda perks up upon hearing you, “She’s one of our best!”

“What do y’all do afterward, like hang out or…?” Frank grabbed two slices of cheese and two crackers, made a double-decker cheese-cracker stack, and munched away like a happy ferret.

“The main guys train and hone their skills sometimes. Usually, we all hang out and have barbecues or have a house party if Mr. Stark feels like it,” you casually explained, “We’re like a family.”

Lisa’s face drops, exposing her true self for a moment at the comment. She’s pissed you would say that. Your mother hates the fact you found people, let alone a single person, who loves you wholeheartedly. She hates you like a mongoose does a poisonous snake, natural-born enemies. All your life, the two have verbally and emotionally abused you. On a scale of 1 to 10, the intensity was around a 6 when you were growing up, then escalated to a 9, 5 months before they booted you out.

“A family? We’re your family too!” Lisa fake-pouted.

“Um, hmm, mhm.” You were biting your tongue hard to prevent escalating words from escaping your mouth. You’d do anything to avoid a conflict. In fact, there was no need for a screaming fest between you and your parents tonight. Chit-chat, have dinner, and then go back to the motel and cuddle with Wanda all night, watching Christmas movies.

Beep Beep Beep.

“Oop, that’s the timer! I’ll grab y’all a bowl and a plate, and y’all can dig on in!”

“I’m starving, hun; gosh, it smells amazing.”

—

“Thank you both for this delicious meal; we’ve only had fast food for our travels - needed a real meal.” Wanda wipes her mouth off with a brown napkin.

“It’s our pleasure, Wanda,” Your mother says as she puts the plates, bowls, and silverware away into the sink.

“I’ll be right back, using the restroom; actually, where is it?” Wanda asks, standing up from her seat.

“Down the hall and the third door on your right, Wanda,” Frank monotones. A smile creeps up on his previously emotionless face.

Wanda heeds his instructions as she goes down the hall and quickly finds the bathroom, shutting it tight and locking it.

Your parents immediately lock their now angry eyes on you. You knew what was coming next.

“Didn’t know my daughter was a whore for some dumbass superhero,” your mother grimaced, “You knew we hate those types of people, including you.”

“You booted me out for liking women; that was the only reason, wasn’t it? Not just out of pure hatred, but for being gay?” you complained.

“Uh-huh, we don’t like you, gays…you’re tempting pure young women to stop reproducing children.”

“Well, at least as a gay couple, we could adopt children who need a home instead of bringing more into this world to be tortured by it.”

“Yeah, and? You people have such difficulty even being considered for adopting a child if you were straight-”

“Well, I’m not. Women are infinitely better, honestly.”

“Man and women are meant to lay together; it is the natural order of things! You can’t be with a woman; it’s disgusting!”

“That’s what you think, mother…many parts of the world have moved forward, but you have not. I’m not that different from you; I just don’t like men that way - no need to get upset about it.”

“That’s not how we raised ye, girlie; I-”

“Really? You raised me as if I weren’t human. You berated me for doing the simplest things!” you yell, “Abused me with your words! You destroyed my self-confidence and trust in people, yet I found people who like me and even love me. You never loved me! Wanda loves me tenfold!”

“You were supposed to be an upstanding woman, not some childish cunt fucking tacky-costumed morons - can’t believe you married one of ‘em, a female one at that.”

“I can date and sleep with whoever I want, Frank! You know what? Why am I arguing with you two? Both of you are stubborn as mules. I’m done.”

You turn to leave and try rushing out the door for some fresh air when Frank grips your arm like a vice, “You don’t ever call me by name, girl. I’m your dad. I earned that title fair and square.”

“Let go of me, Frank! You’re not worthy of being called ‘dad’ you poisoned the title with your hatred and abuse of me! Let go of me, fucker!” Frank’s grip remained firm on your forearm, which you thrashed about in a vain attempt to escape.

“Not until you call me daddy or papa, bitch,” Frank grips you even harder and then turns a few degrees and pulls on your arm, throwing you to the floor like you were a doll.

You landed hard on the laminate and thought you might get a hefty bruise on your side later. Upon impact, anger swelled up within you, threatening to spill like a dam bursting, “Fuck you,” is all you could muster without losing it.

“YOU DON’T TALK TO YOUR FATHER THAT WAY. YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISRESPECT ME!” Frank had bent over so that his face was level with yours and yelled into your ear.

Lisa joins in and stomps and kicks you repeatedly with her boot. She must be upset enough to resort to physical violence instead of her usual emotional or verbal abuse. For years, they have been waiting for you to return and be subjected to their twisted form of discipline.

“Filthy whores don’t get good treatment in these parts,” your mother growled as she kicked your rear.

“Please, please, stop it! I- please, stop, stop it, please!” Tears streamed down your face, “WANDA!!!”

Down the hallway, Wanda opens the bathroom door and flings it open with a flick of her wrist, slamming it into the wall. Wanda heard all that your parents had to say - the situation had become monstrously loud. You came here to confront them or talk with them about an ‘incident’ before you left their house, so you said. However, your wife knew there had to be another reason for you coming here, something you could not tell her no matter what, and now she knows.

Wanda mumbles to herself, “You put on a mask, then took it off the moment I left my wife with you. Without the mask, where will you hide?”

A furious clicking of red heels echoed off the hallowed, narrow hallway as your mother, Lisa, gets out of her seat in a huff, “Say you’re sorry to your father,” Lisa demands.

Wanda’s scarlet magic twists and turns around their appendages and torsos; crimson tendrils erupt from the floor, grabbing your parents’ arms and violently pulling them to the floor. You sobbed as you curled up into a ball, waiting for the onslaught of their fists and feet to continue bombarding you, but it suddenly came to a halt. In fact, you could not hear them breathe or grunt when they moved around.

“I leave for five fucking minutes, and what do I return to? My wife is on the floor being beaten by her parents.” Her voice becomes unusually thick, and her accent shines through, “Y/N, malyshka,” Wanda rushes to your side and lays down next to you, “Honey…can you stand? I’m going to get you out of here.”

“Please…I need outta here, Wanda….” Wanda helps you to your feet while you wrap an arm around her.

Wanda looks your parents in the eyes with disgust, “You lied to me…about how much of a sweetheart you were to everyone. You seemed so nice and loving at first, but now…you’re just everybody’s fool.”

“Get out of here; we got what we wanted from our whore of a daughter anyway,” Lisa spat, her face red with rage, “Both of you are wretches of hell, begone from this holy house! This sacred house of Pitbull will not be disgraced by an accursed witch and her slave!”

“The spell will last an hour…go fuck yourselves,” Wanda said calmly as she held you closer and tighter than ever in the time you have been together. You were shaking and whimpering as you both exited Frank and Lisa’s house.

“I-I’m sorry, I shoulda said something about them…we coulda not come here if it weren’t for me, my parents were ri-”

“No, they weren’t right about you. You’ve grown so much, my love. You are not the scapegoat for their personal problems anymore.”

“Still, I…should have told you everything instead of leading you here to deal with my past,” you admitted sorrowfully, “I wanted to prove to myself that I could confront my demons alone…I guess not.”

“Detka, it’s okay,” Wanda reassures as you stand on your own, rushing to the passenger's side while Wanda opens the door to the driver’s seat and turns the car on. The redhead turns on the heat to defrost the car and turns the interior lights on, “Sometimes, there are things you can not do alone,” Wanda places a comforting hand on your shoulder, rubbing circles with her thumb, “There’s always people around you, now, who can help you, my love. What I said in my vows remains true, ‘In sickness and in health, in joy and in pain, I promise to always be by your side,’ and I intend to fulfill that vow.”

The car is fully defrosted and warm inside, cozy enough for you both to cuddle up and look at the stars and the moon above; alas, it was time to move. It was time to head back to the holiday inn and recover, possibly heading back home early in the morning; it’s best not to linger here after this incident.

You went from staring blankly out the windshield to leaning on the seat, gazing out the window at the white and yellow lights of the city. “Can we watch a movie when we get back…snuggle too?” you asked hopefully.

“Of course, my love, whatever you want to do tonight, name it, and we’ll do it,” Wanda turned left onto the main road. From here, it’s only a mile or so drive back to the motel. You both sit in silence for the remainder of the trip, which allows you to decompress and mull over some things. It had been a rough night for you, and silence was one of two things keeping you sane, the other being Wanda’s presence.

“Just us on the bed snuggling is all I want for Christmas, malyshka.”

Wanda always honors her word, and so, that is what you two will spend the night doing: taking comfort in each other’s arms to relieve the stress of the afternoon. Lisa and Frank can no longer hurt you; you are as free as a bird flying high above trees. You breathe a sigh of relief, and your burdens are lifted off your shoulders. By the morning, this will all be a bad memory that will be drowned in the sea of all the good ones you and your wife shall make.

Heavily inspired by Everybody's Fool by Evanescence.

#wanda x fem!reader #wanda fanfic #wanda x reader #wanda x f!reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff

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the-broken-truth · 5 months

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What about a Yandere love letter for the concept with yan!dad Bruce and Dakota. Yk, in which he’s her biological father? 🥹

Broken Truth: Hello Anon! Thank you for choosing me to write your letter. I am excited to get started on it. I see that you have requested a Platonic Yandere Letter featuring Bruce Wayne and Dakota Blake. I am assuming that you are a fan of their story. Let's get right to it and start weaving words together! I'll add something extra, just to make it more interesting - not just the letter right away; hope you're okay with that.

Dakota had just arrived at the apartment that she shared with her mother, Marissa Blake. Marissa had raised Dakota on her own, with the help of Dakota's aunts and uncles. It was the end of Wild Berry Week at her aunt's bakery, and Dakota had just finished helping to clean up after a long day. Despite her love for helping out at the bakery, this year's event had been particularly stressful, thanks in part to one particular customer - Damian Wayne, the biological son of Bruce Wayne and scion of the Wayne family. Ever since Dakota's hidden trust had come to light, Damian had been causing trouble for Dakota and her family.

A while ago, Dakota found that she was the Eldest and Only Biological Daughter of Bruce Wayne - the product of a one-night stand when Bruce met her mother at some kind of event. Dakota had gone her entire life without her Biological Father and now he suddenly wanted to be a part of her life now that he knew she existed; this annoyed Dakota but Bruce had been keeping his distance while his scion had been coming to the bakery every single day to order large amounts of various muffins. As much as Dakota wanted to deny him business, she knew that the Waynes had money - money that would better fund her family's business so she kept her thoughts to herself. However, today was different: Damian arrived to collect the muffins but this time, he gave Dakota a letter sealed in an envelope stating that it was from their father - Damian said nothing else as he collected the muffins and went on his way.

Dakota arrived at Marissa's house but found that she wasn't home yet and was still at work. Dakota took off her jacket and satchel and placed them on the coat rack. She then pulled out a letter that Bruce had written to her from the right pocket of her jacket. She stared at it for a while before turning on the light at the dining table and taking a seat. Dakota opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. As she read the words written on the paper, anger filled her veins. Her sapphire blue eyes scanned the letter until she finished reading it.

Dear Dakota,

It's been a while since we last met at your Godmother's Cafe. Since then, I have been very busy running Wayne Enterprises, but I finally found time to write this letter. I sent it with Damian when he came to pick up muffins for our employee break room. Everyone here loves your muffins, especially the Blueberry Cheesecake ones; they're always the first to go. I even saw one being used as a prize in a wager between two of my employees, which was quite amusing. But, I digress. The reason I'm writing to you is because I need your full attention, Dakota.

I am your biological father, the one who contributed to your DNA with Marissa. Although I wasn't aware of your existence until you went for a blood test, it doesn't change the fact that you are my daughter and I am your father. It hurts me that I didn't get the chance to know you when you were a child, to watch you take your first steps, or to hear your first words. I heard that your first word was "Dada," but it was said to your Uncle Tobias Blake, which wasn't right. I am your real father, and no one else can take that away from me. Although Tobias might have been there for you, he has no right to wear the mantle of being your father. I wasn't able to be with you, but that's going to change, and I will make sure of it.

I am currently speaking with the Wayne family lawyer about securing a proper room for you at Wayne Manor. I am also planning to fight Marissa for your custody. Despite being of a mature age, you are not yet legally considered an adult. Marissa and the rest of the Blake family have had enough time with you, and it's now our turn to take care of you. I have contacted your school and requested that you transfer to Damian's School. However, they have informed me that I cannot do this since I am not listed as your father in your paperwork. I am working on getting this changed, along with your last name. You are a Wayne, and you should wear this name with pride. The Blake name doesn't hold nearly as much power as the Wayne name.

Once everything is said and done, I want you to take a break from school and work for about a month. In fact, I insist that you quit your job entirely. My daughter, who is also my heiress, shouldn't be working in a café where anyone can just walk in with a weapon and rob. I don't want to lose you like I lost your grandparents. Also, I recently heard that you are dating someone named Marcus Woods. You need to dump him immediately. I will introduce you to someone who is more worthy of someone with your stature. I understand that you might think I am being unfair, but I am just doing what any father would do for his little girl. Your brother Damian thinks that what I am doing is best for you. Speaking of Damian, he is looking forward to having you home. He has planned a lot for your first day at Wayne Manor, and I have never seen him so excited about anything in a long time. Give me about three months, and I'll have everything in place. All I need you to do is dump Marcus Woods and quit your job. If you want a job, I'll get you one at our company. You and Damian are going to run the company someday.

I'll try to make some time to see you so we can talk about all of this, hopefully within the week. Just give your father some time, Little Bat. I'm going to make everything better.

I love you, Dakota. Your father loves you so much. Until we meet again.

~ Signed, Bruce Wayne - Your One and Only Father

#platonic yandere letter #platonic yandere #bruce wayne #dakota blake

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office-hours-affection-if · 8 months

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Hey 👋 I am a new, who is excited to read your story, and meet the ROs ( i am in love with Law)

Anyways if you haven’t already answered this before, how would the ROs react to the Mc saying that they(ROs) were in their dream while blushing and can’t keep eye contact?

Rbglish isn’t my first language, so if something is wrong, sorry.

/ have a good day/night 🫶

Hi Anon! and welcome fellow Law Romancer ^^ Also I didnt even notice that its not your first language too, you're good 🥰. Thank you for the support <33

ROS reacting to MC dreaming about them:

Assuming MC and the ROs are both in the crushing stage 🫢

Diesel: Would raise his eyebrow at you in amusement before grinning. "Oh? What kind of dream is it?" He'd ask you, clearly pleased at seeing your blushing face. He won't stop teasing and pestering you to admit, and when you do, he'd be worked up but won't say it. "You should dream only of me."

Seth: Blush and fold!! "You dreamt about me?" Would also panic at seeing your reaction. "Well to be fair, I had a lot of dreams about you too." He'd confess, his hand rubbing the back of his nape, avoiding eye contact. Seth avoids speaking more of it because he is afraid he might say too much about it but nonetheless someone is going to sleep elated.

Az: "What dream was it?" He'd genuinely ask but seeing your reddening face and you can't seem to look at his face would get some ideas in his head. "W-well that's completely normal." Az would say, assuring you and you can't help but notice him stutter and his ears a bit red, since you've started spending time with him this was the first time you've seen it. "...especially now we're always working together." He quietly continues, still not looking and something the way he says it, suggests its not only you dreaming about him. Could it be he had dream about you too?

Grant: "Interesting..." He'd just say, he won't say anything more but with the way he was looking at you feels like something in him changes. You'd notice him be more clingy towards you and gets your attention. Starts dropping more hints that he likes you.

Leon: "Then I hope it was good dream." He'd say, smiling at you softly but seeing your reaction gets him flustered. He clears his throat awkwardly. "It's fine, its normal to dream about... that" Although, he is curious and interested but won't ask you more about it. Leon is secretly pleased you dreamt about him and it makes his day.

Markus: He grins at your reaction. "Please, I have all day. Tell me all about it." Markus would be elated and even light heartedly joke with you. "We can make that a reality, if you want. I'd be happy to provide you any service."

Dom: Would reassure you that its fine to dream about him but deep inside is freaking out. You had dreams of him?! Has so many questions. "Do- do you want to talk about it? I mean, no pressure of course" but is dying to know. You may have occupied his mind but now he can't deny it anymore.

Isla: Teases you about it when seeing your reaction and when she sees you had enough of her teasing bc it makes you so shy, she'd tone it down or try to differ the conversation to her. "You know I had a dream once that you were very jealous when I was dating an ex..." She smiles at seeing your pouting lips, she taps it with her finger lightly, she stares back at your eyes, longingly. "-and it made me happy that you wanted me." The last line has you almost holding your breathe.

Conrad: "Hey, no need go get shy." He smiles at you affectionately. Conrad pulls your hand away from your face to get a good look of you. "Hearing you say you dream of me makes me so damn happy and to be fair you're a dream come true to me." You almost snickered at his flirtation attempt and almost pull away but Conrad gently stops you. "What? Its the truth!" You shake you head at his antics sometimes but its one of the reason you've been enamored to him.

Law: He invited you for a dinner at his place, sitting down in his expensive sofa, nervous you'll spill your drink but he only rolls his eyes at you playfully, "Its just a drink. It'll be easy to clean them."

Which still didn't help as you're even more nervous, you blurt out your dream of him that starts like this and somehow it spiraled to you almost confessing to a direction of the said dream that you've swear to bring with you to the grave, you look back to see Lawrence only staring at you in turn before blinking rapidly, he turns to his head to the side, covering his mouth with the back of his palm and you almost wanted the ground to swallow you up, waiting for him to laugh or make fun of you, so you looked down on your lap and waited for a sound but he didn't.

Curiously, you raised your head slowly to see him in the same position but he was now looking at you. You raised your eyebrows to see him openly blushing. It was the first time to see him like this. All because of you? You can't help but urge to tease him, you start to grin.

"Don't."

He warns you, dropping his hand. "Or what?" you answer back lightly and he starts smirking, getting close to you, causing your grin to drop, oh no. Law smirking is never a good combination for you (and your heart)

"I'll kiss you."

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note and an update:

didnt meant to have a bit more part for lawrence but i had to write it as it kept rolling!! :)) anyway, thank you for reading. i was able to practice writing, even if its short.

im also waiting for the hospital ill be deployed so im still a bit on edge and the preparations. august certainly became more of a busy month for me but i want to thank you for being here and supporting even if i post sometimes now, your patience means a lot! as long as i am still active here then writing will continue + all asks will also be answered (even if its slow 🥲)

thats all! 💗

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Hi Cubur♡♡, I would like to be able to give you a hug and be able to be your friend so I can listen to everything you have to say, please don't stay silent, if you need to say something, don't hold back. I'm one of the anons who long ago told you "you are the first Naruto artist I have ever met" and the truth is that I think you are an incredible person, your art always makes me happy and I love how you manage to capture all the emotions of the ship and the characters. You also sometimes remind me of Sasuke, such a magnificent and good character to whom many bad things happened, but although he often wanted to do things alone, he still had Naruto who was never going to leave him. I hope one day you find your Naruto. I want you to know that there are many people who love you, many people who you make happy, maybe not all of us know you but I know that if I did I wouldn't be disappointed because you are a good person, with deep thoughts, you seem like someone who likes to look out the window and think about life, that is, you are someone super interesting. And I also wanted to tell you that many times I have felt sad, I have even come to think that without me the world would not change or that maybe they would miss me but that after a while they would forget about me, but then I found my Naruto or rather my Guy since I'm more like Kakashi, but thanks to that person and other things that I later realized, I decided to study Psychology, this way I can help others like they helped me. If I had the appropriate knowledge I would also help you but the truth is that I speak Spanish and my English is not very good, and I would also be afraid to tell you something that is not since I'm still studying. So as an anonymous friend I wanted to tell you that you also helped me in sad moments, and without you realizing it, that's why I feel that many times help comes from anywhere and that even the smallest things can save our lives.

Sorry for writing so much, I hope I haven't bothered you, thank you for all your effort, te quiero♡ and please don't let your light go out

Hi there！ Well, I just don't know what to say right now… Since I'm usually the one who writes such long articles, it seems a bit strange to receive a message like this now ^^;！

(sorry this will be a bit long)

First of all, I sincerely appreciate that you're thinking so positively about me. I'm not sure if you'd still think that way if you knew me in real life though… I mean i'm actually quite a regular person contrary to what you guys think. Hmm (probably not everyone thinks about committing suicide or deleting everything every day) so yea, maybe not so regular…… But sure that I'm not as great as you guys think. Look I can't even solve my personal/emotional problems by keeping my mouth shut. Why is it so hard to keep going when it's so easy to leave everything? Idk… But still, it feels good now to hear that even someone like me made someone happy！I know very well what this feeling is like *since i'm still someone's fan* So I'm glad i can still make someone feel this way！I mentioned earlier that i feel closer to Sasuke's character. But I can never imagine i have a personality like Sasuke, not that strong pls x) …or maybe we can be the same in terms of psychological. I mean i could probably lose my mind too if i lost my loved ones. Yes, I often get messages like this, "you can write me if you need someone, I can listen you, don't be silent, tell me, trust me" etc. And I would like to talk to you guys but…… my problem is I have a really difficult time trusting people, and when I do, i don't even want to share them with others. This goes for everyone I love …even my pets. I know how selfish that sounds. But I accidentally read a turkish quote about this today. "Uçarken görüp uçmasına aşık olduğunu, sevdin diye kafese koyma". So if I can translate it right, it says "Don't put it in a cage just because you saw it flying and fell in love with its flight". I have no right to do this i know, that's why i'm trying to change myself though it's hard. Maybe if I take some healthier steps about communicating, my psychological state will start to improve, even if it is a little bit, who knows. Gotta start somewhere…

Oh but everyone wants a Naruto in their life, right?? Well, no one knows what the future will bring to us. Yes we are all hope for something about our future, but those things may not be the right path for us (even if we don't know it), so over time obstacles will come our way that we cannot prevent even if we wanted to, and eventually we will realize sooner or later that we are in a dead end, and need to change our path …in the most painful way. About me, I still don't know if i'm in the decision stage yet… But at least now I know that when things start to get clearer, I'll accept them without questioning why.

Just, you don't know how much I appreciate your willingness to help me. So thank you for all your kind thoughts here and taking the time to write me all this！I'm grateful！！🙏

And ok, this is not a promise but, I'll keep running as much as i can to avoid losing that little light at the end of the tunnel…

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I would like some NSFW Sanji if you're still taking requests. Lots of teasing before the good stuff. Female reader, slightly older than him with more experience under her belt (no pun intended) who doesn't understand HOW no one on this crew has seen how sexy he is and taken action to let him know...so she does.

Hello Anon! It took me a while but I have it here with meeee! I hope you like it. I love Sanji, and honestly, I don't know how everyone in his crew can keep it together around him. I certainly couldn't.

Your Name

SANJI VINSMOKE X READER | FEM! READER, SHE/HER, 3.4k wc

CW: Profanity, unprotected sex, groping, oral male receiving female giving, oral female receiving male giving, dry humping

A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: The one where Sanji meets someone at the saloon, he is bad at climbing stairs, shirts get ripped, and you don't know my name'.mp3

You had your eye on him for a while now.

They had been staying on your sunny and humid island for a few weeks; patching up something on their ship and seemingly enjoying their time on the sandy beaches. Him and his crew frequented the saloon you worked at, devouring and drinking everything in sight as if bounties for their heads didn’t exist. You were impressed at their bottomless pits and their audacity, but you were more impressed by the cook’s ability to stay sober under duress.

He had a soft but commanding presence that drowned out the din of the establishment the moment he walked in. You were helpless. You had no choice but to stare. You would watch him with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he moved towards the table, making sure to steer the ladies of his crew in the right direction. It was unreasonable how jealous it made you every time. You could tell there was no genuine interest there between them and it baffled you how they were able to keep their hands to themselves for so long.

You hadn’t said more than a few words to each other. He probably didn’t even know your name. A sinking feeling dragged below your navel, filling you with anxiety. He could leave any day, and you still wouldn’t know the sound of your name rolling off his lips, the taste of his mouth, the scent of his skin.

Desire fills you with little burning pockmarks; tiny little fires erupting everywhere. It becomes increasingly difficult to tear your eyes away from him. You are hypnotized by the way the cigarette hangs perilously on the corner of his lips; how smoke oozes and floats away from it towards the ceiling, rivulets of breath and promises. You wish to take it in–the scent of tobacco and alcohol in his mouth. You furiously clean the glasses behind the bar, anything to keep yourself from walking over right now and slamming your hand on the table.

Heart hammering in your chest, you blink rapidly, hoping it would cast out the impure thoughts running through your mind. You could picture yourself, slowly lowering yourself over him, picture yourself digging your nails into the softness of his hips. You could almost take his precum on your tongue–if you focused enough.

If you left tonight without speaking your truth, if you went to sleep tonight without feeling him move against you–you would simply perish. No fuss. No complications. Just death.

You were a woman with a high sense of self preservation. That was your excuse, as you took pitchers of beer to their table unprompted. You valued your life above all else. That was your resolve as you took the opportunity his arguing crewmates provided you and leaned forward, breasts spilling over your top. You wanted what you wanted, and always grabbed it with unwavering hands. That was your call to war as your fingers ghosted over his forearm; lingering a bit too long, a bit too hot.

“I wonder,” you murmur close to his ear. You smell smoke in his hair, feel heat kissing your skin. “Are you getting bored yet?”

His eyes meet yours and you are blown asunder; pieces of you fall from the sky–the fire and brimstone of his gaze. Bright embers splash against his cheeks, a tempting pink beckoning sweetly. His lips part and you breathe in deep, wanting to trap his sweet scent in your lungs.

He says nothing, and you feel like dying. So you grip his arm tightly, long fingernails leaving half moon marks on his skin.

“Do you need me…” he asks timidly, breath hitching in his throat. “For anything, my lady?” You hum, stalling, swallowing the dirty dialogue prompts bursting in your mind. You needed him, yes. You need him, badly, in so many ways. You nod in lieu of speaking, and release your hold on his arm. As you pull away, he is standing up, jaw tense. His heat is dizzying. Entrapped, you struggle for control, so you lead him by the wrist, fingers sizzling with frayed nerves at the touch of his skin.

He follows you like a puppy; eager and clueless. You resist the urge to laugh. You had waited this long and it had been this easy. Why had you hesitated? Fear of rejection? Fear of the unknown? You needed to know. Perhaps you’d find the answers on the inside of his cheek, or the curve of his dick.

Fortune was finicky but tonight she must have been feeling indifferent. As indecent turns of events would have it, the room you rented was just up the stairs of the building next door.

Fate accompanies you up the steps, spotting Sanji’s back, as he wobbles and falters; you reach down to grab his ass before he’s even through the door. Crimson bloomed over his pale cheeks like bushels of roses on snow; but every rose has its thorns so you resist, this time keeping your hands to yourself. There was no need to stain your hands with your own blood. After all, you were a woman with a heightened sense of self preservation. You valued your life more than anything else. At least, so you thought.

Is that why you pressed your hands at the bottom of his firm stomach, hips quickly flushing against his? Is that why your lips brushed against his chin, his jawline until they found a particularly lonesome earlobe?

Your benevolence was unparalleled. The lonely, the downtrodden needed to be saved, you thought, so you take his earlobe with every ounce of tenderness you possess and suck. He is pliable, easy, soft. His breath is yeasty and he fidgets in your embrace. You are reminded of kneading dough, shaping it against the protests of its elasticity. He moans as your tongue continues its ministrations.

His vagabond hands grasp your ass with hesitation. It feels almost impossible; a hallucination of sorts. He is aware that this is his body, dealing with the blows of your hot mouth on his neck. He is aware that this is him, his hands now moving to your breasts, where they squeeze and grip, unable to memorize just yet the softness of them.

He is aware of this, and the rest of your heat swallowing him whole, yet couldn’t bring himself to truly believe it.

So he tries to lead; a clumsy spectacle of a waltz. One step, two steps, three steps. His hands seek your face, holding it like water. His mouth collides into yours, tongue darting between lips to devour your own. He tastes your soul in your breath, your convictions against the front of your teeth; that which makes you soft on the inside of your cheek.

One step, two steps, three.

The waltz was private and intimate; a step box of a dance that ensnared you. You pushed against its walls in rebellion. Your hands are on his chest, and you summon the rest of your force to drive him backwards. He falls on the mattress with a light oomph. You are on him, a tidal wave of desire and liberation. There’s a meek sound of protest trying to move past his lips but you smother it down with your tongue, running it flat against his bottom lip. Your fingers are devious things, undoing buttons as his muscles flex and contract from stimulation under the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Please,” he says, his voice dark and hoarse. He clenches his teeth–a feeble attempt at holding back a hiss when you drag your long nails down his naked chest. “I want to–” You silence him again, taking his tongue for your own. One of your hands finds his throat and you apply enough pressure to warn him. His gaze is on your mouth before he drags it to meet your eyes.

Your breath hitches; wings flutter like pests in your chest. It repulses you, so you do the only thing you can think of: grind down on his hardened cock. He moans, fingers digging into your hips. You lean forward, press kisses against his collarbone and neck. Your hips are vicious, moving against him, chasing down all his sighs and moans.

“Your name?” he asks breathlessly. “Please. I want to know your name.”

You laugh at the absolute ridiculousness of the situation–at your hypocrisy. Minutes ago you had been drowning in your angst spurred by the idea that he may never grow to know your name and now here he was; a beggar–your name the only scraps he wanted.

So why couldn’t you just fucking give it?

You lower yourself to lay between his legs and pull down his trousers. You palm his erection through his underwear, bringing your mouth to give kisses over the cloth. He feels thick and satisfying. You are mystified. Part of you couldn’t wait to get him in your mouth. His hips buck as you move down the length of his shaft, one hand massaging his balls. You feel the precum wet through the fabric, and you squeeze at his tip gently, loving the way he whimpers and bites his lip.

He looked vulnerable, frail. It tugged at your heartstrings but you didn’t have many to begin with. You pull at his underwear, and his cock bounces out–erect and alert. You curl your tongue around the tip of it, taking in the last of his precum with a moan. You hollow your cheeks and put his full length in your mouth, slow at first, then faster. His fingers are in your hair, twitching and pulling. You feel his hips thrust against you, slamming his cock against the back of your throat. Tears collect on the corner of your eyes but you do not resist, you don’t run. You fight him head on, pulling him out with a cough and a gag to suck on his balls and take them into your mouth sloppily and noisily. He grunts, and bucks, almost as if trying to get away from you. You follow him, mouth hungry and persistent.

The throbbing between your legs is starting to become unbearable so you ease yourself back on his crotch, to grind yourself against him. You’re soaked and can’t wait to have him inside you, but you don’t want to beg; not you, but him. He moans, grips your hips. “Name,” he grunts with his jaw clenched. “Please.”

“I know yours,” you tell him instead; breath hot against your swollen and tender lips. Your hips move slowly. You enjoy the look on his face, equal parts pleasure and pain. His face is flushed, his neck and chest matching colors. He looks mortified, but unable to do anything. Is that why he held you so tightly? You lean forward to run your tongue along the shell of his ear. “My name doesn’t matter. You’re going to leave anyway.”

You swallow the bitterness, and hum at the friction of his cock against your swollen clit; a lewd prayer. You press your mouth against his ear. “Do you want to fuck me, Black Leg Sanji?” You reach down to your hip, unclasp his hand from where he was digging into your skin. You ease it forward under your skirt, push it between your heated cunt and his crotch. You move your hands, rubbing his palm against you, ensuring he feels the moisture seeping through your underwear, enough to coat his fingertips. “You see how wet you’ve made me?” Your voice is tattered; crumpling against his cheek. “Don’t you want to know what I’m like before you leave?”

His brain misfires; he’s sure. Static noise overpowers his thinking. Thoughts come flying like projectiles and his body responds before he can form a sentence. He flips you over, eager to prove himself. You consider giving in, giving up. A flash of white–a flag to surrender– crosses your mind's eye as he rips your shirt in half. You whimper at a loss. His mouth is on the swell of your breasts, leaving wet sloppy kisses. He mumbles against your skin, sweet promises that will never stick; ones he will soon forget. You close your eyes and arch your chest as he runs his tongue over the edge of your bra.

“Your name,” he says gently looking up at you through his dark blond lashes. From where you can see his tongue is everywhere–tasting, and he pulls on the bra to expose your erect nipple. You don’t answer him so he runs his tongue around the edge of it; sending goosebumps running for their lives. “Your name,” he commands again, just as gently, and he takes your nipple into his mouth for a long and noisy suck.

Your back takes off the mattress. You are embarrassed at your reaction. He was not your first–far from it. You had worked many years at the saloon. You served more pirates than you could count, and bedded more than you should have wasted your time doing so.

Then why was he so compelling? Your moan turns into a whimper as he uses his teeth to torture you deliciously; tugging and nipping at your nipple. His free hand flicked and twirled the other one between soft fingers. For a pirate his hands were dangerously delicate.

He tries to hide his nerves so his hands never stay still; never long enough to show the way they shake. He can tell from the way you kissed him, from the way your eyes burn his skin wherever they gaze–that you are a woman he may never have the chance of pleasing. Your laugh earlier had wounded his pride but he tried to swallow it; ignored it for the sake of lust. Now, more than ever, he wanted to learn your name; earn it–and he wanted you to give it willingly, along with the rest of you.

So he takes action by slipping his fingers under the elastic of your underwear. He pulls them down in one swift move before you can protest. He adjusts himself between your legs, pushing your skirt up, and placing soft thick thighs over his lean shoulders. His breath is erratic so he takes a deep breath, a weak attempt at control. He takes in your musky scent, pressing his mouth flush against your entrance. His nose presses against your clit, as he drags his tongue ever so slowly up your dripping slit. His eyes roll back at your taste, his stomach twists in pleasurable knots.

He takes sickening pleasure at the way your thighs twitch; at how you try to squeeze your legs together when he picks up the pace, tongue moving up and down. “Your name,” he says against the inside of your thigh, where he bites, and sucks hard enough to leave marks behind. He kisses over them to ask for forgiveness. “Will you tell me now?” He laps at your folds, drinking up every drop of you. He suckles on your nub, and chuckles softly when you grip his head with your thighs again. He doesn’t push your legs apart but sucks harder instead.

You find yourself letting out a yell when he inserts two fingers, quickly scissoring them inside you.

“Love,” he breathes out harshly against your puffy and sensitive cunt. “Beautiful girl, won’t you tell me your name?”

A sea of stars swim behind your eyelids. You think it impossible that he can bring you so close so quickly. Your hands claw at his hair, you grip it trying to rip him off of your clit. You scream as the orgasm hits you, and a moan continues floating in a song. He doesn’t let up, flicking his tongue against your sensitive clit.

“Tell me,” this time it’s a growl against the softness of your belly. He kisses up, all tongue and teeth until he meets the underside of one breast. He grips the other with some roughness. “Tell me your name.” He bites on the underside of your breasts. Your legs quiver, and they part to allow him in between.. He pumps his cock, hard and sensitive, tip angry and red. He slaps your cunt with it eliciting a yelp from you. Surprise makes way for arousal and you feel yourself get wetter. “I need to know your name.” You feel his tip against your entrance. He slides it in, just enough to tease you before pulling it out. You bite down on your lip, your nails are on his back, leaving marks where you squeeze him.

He rubs the tip against your folds, rubs it in circles against your clit. You whimper, and pull him in for a kiss. You give in and melt into him. You are soft in his embrace, soft against his tongue. His fingers tangle into your curls, and he hears your mumbling against his lips. He breaks the kiss enough to catch your name tumbling out of your mouth.

He repeats it against your cheek, against your temple. He says it a few more times, each time with a little more faith; like he had found a new religion.

His fingers grasp a bundle of your hair and he tugs on it, forces you to look up at his flushed face, his bruised and moistened lips, the darkness of his cravings trapped behind two eyes. He says your name like a summons; a call to arms. He presses his forehead against yours and announces: “I’m going to fuck you now.” He helps you fold your arms around his neck with one hand, the other positions his tip smeared with precum against your entrance.

He gives you a kiss so tender it provokes you to dream–tricks you into believing in impossibilities, before he slams into you; hip to hip. You cry out at the suddenness. He is kind, you think, a damn gentleman as he stills inside you for a breath or two, waiting for you to adjust.

This moment of consideration is short lived. His hips begin to move against yours at a quicker pace, wanton noises collapsing from his mouth. He is awestruck at the feel of you; you are so hot and wet he can barely function. All he can think of is getting more and more of you. He says your name against your hair as he fucks you harder, holding you tightly against him. He tilts his head as he moans, before pulling away to look down at his masterpiece in the work. He bites his lip at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy; he loves the slickness of you, the way it coats him, and runs down your thighs.

You watch him with the last dredges of your consciousness. His flushed face, and the noises he makes affect you more than you would like to admit. He is so eager to please, so eager to taste and learn. You run your hands over his chest, flick his nipples with your fingernails and smirk at the sounds he emits.

“Do you like it?” you gasp, words paused. It becomes increasingly difficult to think the more he pounds against you. He looks at you with a hazy expression, trying to process your words. He nods slowly, two beats behind. “Aren't you glad?”

He laughs and collapses on top of you. His face is buried on the crook of your neck, he digs his fingers into your ass and lifts your hips up at an angle. He increases his pace, slamming his hips against you. You moan, as you feel his pelvis grind against your clit, feel the tip of his cock hit that spot that makes your toes curl. Your legs kick out slightly, as you feel your orgasm coming again.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry out, and he holds you tighter. He is dismayed at how quickly he becomes undone when you clench around him. His eyes roll back and he moans your name, pushing and thrusting inside you still as he cums, ribbons of hot white cum painting your insides. The squelching noises are embarrassing and you toss your head on the pillow even as he kisses your cheeks, still inside you, still moving slowly–so slowly.

“You gave me your name,” he says, looking away from where he could see his cum slipping out from your cunt. “So I thought I should give you something in return.” He kisses you again, slow and tender. “It’s only polite.”

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