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spellboundheartsaga · 2 days

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Hearts of Bronze: The Romantic Leads

Like most of my story ideas, this one started off with the leading couple and their dynamic. Maevia (29) and Ataxis (31) are childhood friends turned lovers prior to the start of the story. They are separated for years, and the story is about them healing and coming back to each other.

I'll go more into the politics of the cultures and countries later, but here's what you need to know today. Our story centers around a group of displaced people from a northern country that used to be called Aethel. This kingdom was overtaken by another country, and the survivors migrated south and settled in and around the desert country of Khem. The grandparents of our leading couple would have been driven out of Aethel as children or young adults and remember it. Ataxis is fully Aethelian, but Maevia is half Khemian.

Shout out to the Fairytale Duet app on dolldivine.com for this character visual. It is pretty much what I had in mind. I did use Krita to remove Ataxis' sleeves and manipulated Maevia's belt into more what I was envisioning.

Ataxis is fair-skinned but deeply tanned with sandy brown hair. Like most men in both Aethel and Khem, he wears a schenti, the male skirt featured here, and a short-sleeved or sleeveless tunic. Khemian men would wear their hair long, but Ataxis keeps it short in the Aethelian style. Khemian soldiers don't wear a hot and heavy helmet when wearing armor, but Aethelians still do. The Aethelians also favor black tunics and schentis. These are much hotter in the unrelenting desert sun, and the Aethelians do this on purpose to appear tougher and more intimidating. This tactic makes the Khemians reluctant to pick fights with the Aethelians, and helps the refugees survive in foreign lands.

Meavia is a bit darker-skinned due to her mixed heritage. The Khemian people have dark hair and eyes with golden brown skin. Maevia's coloring is noticeably light for a Khemian but dark for an Aethelian. Khemian women favor a simple sheath dress with a belt or sash with a long tail in front that mimics the belt of a schenti. Aethelian women also wear a schenti, but theirs would extend below the knee, and they would either wear a tunic or a chest wrap that would expose a sliver of the belly.

Maevia was born into wealth. Her mother is an ambitious Aethelian woman who married a rich Khemian widower with children. While not a noble, Maevia's father is a royal architect. This puts him on the same level as minor nobles, and he is greatly respected for his talents. He has sons and daughters from his first marriage. After his first wife died, he married Maevia's mother. Maevia's father never paid much mind to her when she was small. She was often left to trail behind her older half-siblings. She followed them to their lessons and began to read and write earlier than her peers.

For context, American children are about 6 when they enter first grade and start learning to read, and so was Maevia. This story is set in ancient times so I'm having the cultural norm in Khem as literacy lessons for the upper class starting around 10. They believe that children should be left to play in their early years but apprenticeships start between 12-15 (depending on the profession or trade) and anyone who already has basic math and literacy skills will have better options. Those that can afford to tutor or teach their children will start doing so a few years before the anticipate the child starting an apprenticeship. Commoners wouldn't typically be literate unless they came from money.

Maevia is smart, but this comes from her early interest in learning and personal dedication. While sometimes called a genius or prodigy, much of it is really her access to education in a time when most people couldn't sign their own name.

Her interest in learning led her to sneak into her father's study to read his books on architecture. Building engineering is pretty rudimentary compared to what we have in our modern society and is limited to mud bricks and stone blocks. Steel is extremely difficult to come by and isn't used in construction. With encouragement from her mother and her father pretending to look the other way (while also secretly leaving out which book she should study next), she teaches herself the basic concepts of construction. Her father silently believes that of all his children, Maevia is the most talented, largely because she's actually interested in the family profession whereas the boys are spoiled and avoid their lessons.

Maevia's parents are thrilled, thinking that their half-Aethelian, half-Khemian daughter will be able to marry well. There is a Khemian belief that a smart mother bears smart children. They don't have an understanding of genetics, but there is an observable trend that the intelligence of both parents can affect the children produced. A woman, especially a wealthy one, wouldn't typically work outside of the home, but her intelligence would still be valued as something she could teach her sons. Khemian nobles aren't really interested in someone with foreign blood, but Maevia's talents might be enough to overcome this so-called defect, so her parents encourage her pursuits.

These plans go awry when 13-year-old Ataxis comes to Maevia's family estate to begin his training as a soldier. Unlike Maevia, his parents are both Aethelian. Ataxis grew up on stories from his grandpa about old Aethel to the north and how their people have a rich and vibrant history. He dreams of a place where the scattered Aethelian people can unite again.

He teaches these stories to 10-year-old Maevia, further igniting her passion for architecture and the two dream of building an Aethelian city together. After four years, Ataxis has completed his military training but working for a rich family or even a post in the city guard feels unfulfilling.

He learns about an Aethelian mercenary group called the Bronze Jackals. They travel around the continent, prioritizing jobs that help the Aethelian people and generally preserving their way of life by staying together in a large group instead of integrating into another culture. He decides this is the best way for him to connect to his people and leaves to join them instead.

He does not intend for Maevia to follow him. She worries that as a mercenary, he'll be killed. Mercenaries are often seen as disposable troops. Most countries have armies led by nobles that study military strategy. The Bronze Jackals are a group of uneducated refugees. She knows he isn't going to change his mind, so she sells her jewelry, buys books on logistics and military strategy, runs away from home, and shows up a few weeks after Ataxis.

The mercenaries are used to traveling with women and non-combatants who help cook, clean, and perform camp chores, so they don't turn Maevia away. She is 14 but claims to be 15, the legal age of adulthood in Khem. She uses her newfound knowledge to suggest changes around camp, makes small improvements with big impacts, and challenges the mercenary leaders to strategy games. It takes a few years to work up to it, but her efforts are eventually acknowledged. She goes from a camp follower to an actual member of the Bronze Jackals. As a side note, the Aethelians believe their women to be the last line of defense of the home and the children. They are usually trained in basic self-defense with daggers and short swords. While not a front line fighter, Maevia takes on an administrative role that was previously given to strong fighters who might not have had the mindset or talents for a position that required more than martial prowess.

Meanwhile, Ataxis worries constantly about the tiny woman who followed him into a literal war zone. He knows Maevia's smart enough to help, but as a woman, her opinion is often disregarded. She needs an ally who can advocate for her, and he can't do that as a low-ranking foot soldier. Additionally, if he can be one of the decision-makers concerning what jobs the group takes and their battle strategies, he'll be in a better position to protect her. While no dunce, his talents are more centered on leadership and people skills.

The two of them better themselves to protect each other and, after 7 years, become a power couple that literally runs the Bronze Jackals as the Huntmaster in charge of everyone and his Chief Strategist. They set their minds to their childhood dream, earning or buying territory large enough to found a new home for the scattered Aethelians.

Not all of their comrades are interested in settling down and abandoning the freedom of life as a wandering mercenary. When Firmusrath overhears that Maevia is pregnant and has yet to tell Ataxis, he realizes the Bronze Jackals are about to change. Maevia will have to leave the group to have the baby safely, and Ataxis will never leave her side. Firmusrath believes the loss of Ataxis will cripple the Bronze Jackals, who have flourished under Ataxis' leadership. Firmusrath enacts a plot to sell Maevia off as a slave and hides the truth from Ataxis, making it seem like she willingly left the Bronze Jackals. Firmusrath hopes that Ataxis will then give up on the idea of using the Bronze Jackals to create a settlement for the Aethelians after the heartbreak of Maevia deserting him without a word.

When the story begins, 8 years have passed, and Ataxis has been granted land and permission to settle it. Both leads are deeply affected by their time apart. Maevia was once confident enough in her skills to run away from home, but her inability to free herself from slavery was a deep blow. She loses Ataxis' baby due to the stress and poor living conditions as a slave and is sold repeatedly, unwillingly becoming pregnant twice more. Only her youngest is still alive when Ataxis finds her, and her desperation to protect her last, living baby informs her every decision.

Ataxis once trusted people, but believing Maevia abandoned him without a word has shaken that belief. It becomes harder for him to delegate and share responsibilities, leading him to take on too much. When he learns that Maevia was kidnapped, he can't even trust himself anymore. It was his decision to never look for her. He thought he was respecting her choices, but he was really failing to go to her when she needed him the most. He is consumed by guilt over Maevia's dead children and can push her too quickly to accept him as her husband and father to her youngest child. He feels that's the only way to make up for his mistakes.

I feel like having their back stories in the very beginning does a lot to help me flesh out character traits and personalities in the early chapters when I'm getting my bearings. I'll add to this lore as I write, creating similar back stories for major characters or a paragraph or two on side characters. I don't have a great place outside of a google doc to track this info. Please lmk how you track character info!

Current story word count: 20,505

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tsyllaes · 8 months

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I thought I'd try something different for the fauna art for the Big Book of Stuff, going for the sort of old school wildlife plates they did back before photography, when this was the only way of documenting the weird wildlife they were discovering in Australia. In looking up refs I found some real doozies of wombats, omg. It's like one person drew a wombat once, then everyone started just copying each others drawings of the wombat and it just Chinese whispered itself into this long kind of rodent-looking thing with dainty little feets. One had a joey in its pouch but the pouch was the wrong way--wombats have backwards-facing pouches so they don't fill them up with dirt when they're digging. And this is like. Anatomical art of the creatures for scientific study and stuff!

Anyway. Going for that sort of look and feel but more accurate. Kinda. They're still cartoony and cute but shuddup.

The big one at the back with the extra hook on the helmet is the male, the other two with hemlets are females, and the little one that straight up looks like a wombat except the hind feet is the joey. They're born without their helmet (which duh, they're born the size of jellybeans and crawl into the pouch) and the helmet doesn't start developing until they're fully-grown, when their skull thickens and grows, fur falls out and skin starts dying and flaking off. It's not painful for them at all, just like a deer losing its antler fuzz. The helmets came from one of my favourite wombat facts: when they're being chased by a predator, they'll run very fast back to their burrow but not go all the way in, just hide there with their butt out the hole. The predator (which is, let's be honest, a dingo, cos we don't have anything else big enough to take on a wombat) can't get through their butt, though, because the wombat will butt-clench so hard that the predator can't bite into them. So the predator will try climbing over its back to get to the fleshy neck, and the wombat will straighten its back legs and crush the predator's head between its rock-hard butt and the roof of its burrow. I just took the nira a step further and gave them a helmet :D

They're red-brown to blend in with the desert, have silver backs to reflect the sunlight and keep them cooler, and dark paws for no other reason than they looked a bit bland and solid if I left them the same red-brown as the rest of them. Joeys don't get their colouration until they start growing their helmets.

They're solitary animals and only come together to mate, when often two males will fight over one female. Female doesn't necessarily go for the winner, though, and often just wanders off to leave them to it. Joeys leave the pouch at around 8 months old, then their mother moves them on to let them fend for themselves once their helmet has grown, when they begin nursing a new joey, or whenever she decides it's time.

Raykinians farm them for food, keeping them in pens of no more than, like, four females because they can get aggressive if they're too crowded together. They taste kinda like lamb but tougher and more gamey, and they have fatty bellies that make great bacon. I mean. Look at them. They pudgey. Their hide is also used, due to the afforementioned toughness, as armour for the army and as soles for sandles and shoes as it's so hard-wearing.

#raykin #wildlife #nira #art #artists of tumblr

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letterstomymothershewontread · 1 year

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mom,

there is so much i want to tell you. so much that i need you to hear and know. i know i have tried over and over to talk to you face to face but, you never listen. you never have listened. at most you’ve heard me but that’s not the same as listening. you always get defensive like everything i say to you is venom. i have tried over the years to learn how to talk to you and to try and make sure when i speak it doesn’t come out aggressive. i know often my words shoot to kill, i’ve been working on that. i remember the last conversation we had that i tried to talk to you about something that was heavy on my heart and you got defensive. i also remember that i made extra sure that i did not word anything in a way that it was an attack. i stuck to i statements and phrased my feelings that way. the conversation i’m talking about was about a tattoo you wanted. it was either summer time and i came over to hang out with you. we sat in the living room and you had just finished folding laundry and we were talking about tattoos. of course you know i love tattoos and have some and continue getting more so there was no problem there. i never cared if you had tattoos or not in fact i always encouraged it, and i still do. it’s your body and you have the right to do what you would like with it. that is your freedom. that being said when you told me what you wanted to get i didn’t love the idea entirely. you said you wanted to get a tattoo with your kids names in it, which i think is a cute idea. i asked you what names you would use, knowing full well two of your three kids go by nicknames and don’t associate with their birth name. instead of you saying you wanted to get a certain name you immediately assumed i was going into attack mode. i know that growing up thats how it always went between us. one of us would say something and the other would go into defense mode. however in the time i’ve not lived at home i have learned better ways to phrase my thoughts and feelings, specially in ways that would not come out as an attack. i know i have shown you that several times yet you still default to attack or defense mode and anytime i try to communicate about that you always take it as an attack. anyway, rather than you telling me which names you would use or asking what i thought or really anything that would have been better, you say you don’t want to offend anyone. i then remind you how it is your body and your choice of how you decorate it, so no matter what you got tattooed i would support you none the less even if i didn’t like it. we just continued back and forth a little bit talking about how brother doesn’t use his full name or does like his full name but we use a nickname for him. of course my sister just uses her name or her first initial so there’s not a concern there. that leaves me to figure out, last like normal. you know as well as everyone that i do not use my birth name and that i do consider that my deadname. like a snake i have shed the former skin that is my past self and my birth name. i’ve changed and grown and i now wear a new shiner and tougher skin that i am so proud of. i have communicated with you how i wish to never be called my birth name and how it shouldn’t be difficult for you or anyone to stop seeing as how i have been called my chosen name since i was four. funny how my chosen name is a name i didn’t even chose myself, my older sister did. you then got even more defensive saying you only call me by my chosen name to everyone but maybe my dad. i told you that i know to people who aren’t family i am lee however when talking to family you always use my deadname. i also try to tell you again that if you want to get my deadname tattooed that’s fine with me but you won’t be honoring me with it like you want to. i am no longer that person and i havent been her for years. i mean for fucksake you can’t even use my correct pronouns but you can use my fiancés. at that point when i told you that you wouldn’t be tattooing me but you’d be tattooing a shell of who i actually am we dropped it so we wouldnt start screaming.

i have been thinking about that conversation tonight because i had been talking to brother. i made a joke saying you were homophobic, which with context made sense and had the right tone. though i do not entirely think you’re homophobic or transphobic, i do think you have some unconscious prejudice. brother immediately got defensive of you and as he put it “started playing devils advocate”. he just got offended by a joke i made and instead of voice that he tried to explain homophobia to me. brother who is a straight boy, tried to explain what homophobia is to his non-binary sibling. i called him out on the fact he tried to apologize but then turned around said quote “it’s not my fault”. just like you he’s already dodging accountability for his words and actions. i tried to explain to him how i wasn’t mad at him nor do i think that you’re a horrible person or anything, just that you’re not perfect and have you faults. he just doubled down and at that point i gave up. he’s not listening to me because he thinks i’m trying to deface his quote “only good parent (or to me at least)” at this point i can’t talk to any of my family. i already had a falling out with my sister because she wants me to take the blame for everything when it’s equally out faults, as well as wanting something more than an apology for how i was a little shit when i was 15; nearly 10 years ago. all i can do for her is apologize and do better everyday. you took her side for everything like you always have. i guess that’s my fault for thinking i’d ever have you in my corner for something. i can’t talk to dad because i know he’s mad at me because i’m not speaking to you for reasons i know he doesn’t know; because you refuse to listen to them. now i can’t talk to my little brother anymore because he’s already too far gone. he’s got you on this goddamn pedestal that’s going to do nothing but hurt him later. how do i know that? i know because I had you on a pedestal for YEARS. it wasn’t until mid 2022 that i finally knocked that pedestal over. i don’t want to take away brothers only hope for anything by telling him you’re not the good parent either, i just wish he wouldn’t look at you like you have no faults. he even told me tonight that you had two other kids to learn how perfect how to be a parent. that you had two kids to practice traumatizing. isn’t that fucked up?

i’ve always had an easier time expressing myself through music. i can’t ever find the words that convey the correct emotion to what my heart and soul are trying to say. i’ll attach a song that really expresses what my soul is crying out. i hope you listen to it though, i wouldn’t place money on it. i know you and everyone else thinks i want to do this. that i want to completely cut my mom, along with the rest of my immediate family, out of my life; but i dont. in fact i wish i could call you everyday and tell you all the updates i have for you. to tell you about my promotion, about my car troubles, about the raise i got for my 1 year with the company i work for, to just tell you about what i had for lunch l, or to even ask you how to do something i don’t know how to do. i can’t do that now and honestly it is some of the worst pain i have ever felt, only rivaled by the pain i carry from losing my sister. i’m going to leave this here for now, i’ll write another letter to you later on but honestly i’m sad and tired and i have to work tomorrow. attached is one of the literal hundreds i have on my parental issues playlist that express what my heart is dying to tell you.

~𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈

𝓅𝓈. 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓊𝓅 𝓈ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓍𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.

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estrangedgigglesx3 · 2 years

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𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚜/𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜/𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚜

Warnings: some suggestive bits but nothing too bad!|pairings: sevika x reader, vander x reader, vi x reader, jinx x reader, jayce x reader, viktor x reader, mel x reader, Caitlyn x reader|proofread: no <3| authors note: bare with me I am VERY tired :,)

Vander:

TATTOOS

- wouldn’t think anything of it at first

- A lot of people came into the last drop with some type of body modification, so he never really thought of it

- BUT-

- That being said, he still found them interesting.

- He’d always ask what some of them meant to you, if they had a meaning behind them or not

- I imagine he does have a bit of tattoo knowledge from the past

- So if you were to get a new tattoo he’d always take care of it for you

- Even if you didn’t ask, he’d still ask you if you needed any help with wrapping it up

- Which is nice, especially with back tattoos

BODY MODS/PIERCINGS:

- ok, body mods are a bit of a different story

- Tattoos are a big sign of how tough you are, but body mods..

- Let’s just say, he finds it hot

- And he finds you 100x more tougher

- Because either something punctured your skin for a piercing or you got her tongue cut in half (those type of ppl are so h o t)

- Just more reasons he loves you

- But if you got a new piercing, he doesn’t know anything about keeping those clean

- So he’ll just sit off to the side, watching how it’s done

- Like, he’s standing outside your shared bathroom while watching you clean your piercing.

- Will never get one

- Even if you ask nicely

- He’s tough in his own ways, so he’s not worried about seeming tougher

vi:

TATTOOS

- she definitely finds them attractive

- Since she grew up in zaun and prison, she saw tattoos often, but they always corresponded with that persons role with something

- But your tattoos were different

- They had a personal reason behind them or you just got them because you wanted too

- Whenever you two are cuddling, she always draws over your tattoos with her fingers

- Also enjoys it when you draw over her tattoos with your fingers

- Most down to get matching tattoos

- She loves the fact you and her have something on her that reminds her of you

BODY MODS

- oh. My. God.

- She freaks out

- Out of being excited

- Whenever she sees your piercings or other type of body mods, she’s always in awe

- ESPECIALLY with a split tong

- She’d ask tons of questions

- “Did it hurt??” “What’d you eat while it was healing??”

- That type of stuff

- Always wants to know more about you because she loves you <3

Jinx:

TATTOOS

- she grew up surrounded by people with tattoos and never thought of any of it

- That being said,,

- She falls in love all over again

- “You’re even more beautiful than before toots ;)”

- She’d show you off to people you two meet

- “This is (reader), aren’t they beautiful?? :)”

- They answer yes out of f e a r

- She’d always draw on free spaces on your arms and always gets so excited when you get it tattooed on you

BODY MODS

- almost the exact same as the tattoos

- She’d get VERY excited

- Somehow keyboard smashes irl which is very confusing

- “YOUR SO HOT TOOTS!!”

- She’s your hype woman

- Sometimes makes you new piercings for you to wear

- When she’s sitting in your lap at her desk she’d always cup your face in her hands and kiss your piercings

- Every. Single. One.

Sevika:

TATTOOS

- when she first saw you, she immediately found you hot

- One thing led to another you two were playing poker while one another while she asked about your tats

- Never crosses any boundaries

- She’s mean but not rude

- Of course you two ended up together after a few months

- By now she knows most of your tattoos from head to toe

- Just looking at you she feels proud

- Loves you with all her heart

BODY MODS

- much like the tattoos, she finds you hot immediately

- You somehow convince her to get a bridge piercing

- Which you found VERY hot

- If you have a split tongue, she’d always somehow end up staring at it while smoking a cigar when she first noticed, listening to you rant about something that happened.

- “Are you listening?” She wasn’t

- “What’s that in your mouth?”

- Which led to you sticking your tongue out to show her, which got her all flustered

- “That’s fucking sick” she loves it.

- All in all, finds YOU hot

Caitlyn:

TATTOOS

- the first time she saw you, she was s t u n n e d

- Like, damn, did those hurt?

- She finds it kinda hot ngl..

- Ok she finds it REALLY hot

- But she can’t let you know that

- So she hides her simping by asking a TON of questions

- “Why’d you get them? Did they hurt? Who did them? Did you make the drawing of it? How long did it take?”

- H o u r s of her questions

- Eventually confesses she finds them attractive and you two ended up cuddling together while she admired your tattoos up close

BODY MODS

- honestly, she didn’t understand them at first

- When she saw your piercings she couldn’t help but ask you why

- When you told her the reasoning, she understood

- Much like the tattoos, she admired them whenever you two cuddled

- She would spend A TON of money just to buy you some new piercings

- Just knowing that your wearing something she bought brings butterflies to her stomach

- Gets flustered when she sees your split tongue if you have one

- Like, how could she never notice??

- Asks you if you struggle to eat food or drink

- Which you answer honestly

- Often wonders what it would feel against hers-

Viktor:

TATTOOS

- He honestly never saw them before

- Only when he saw the glow of a some type of neon light against your skin did he see them

- He’s obviously got a ton of questions but knows how annoying that can get so he just keeps it to one or two questions at a time

- Makes a cute little nickname for you like “ink pen”

- Loves the idea of looking at tattoos, hates getting them

- So he never does, but he’s always there for you for moral support

- Sometimes

- Secretly he dislikes watching the tattoo pen prick at your skin

- He’s just worried for you 🥺

BODY MODS

- same as tattoos, curious but won’t bombard you with questions

- Whenever he sees your piercings he’s always tempted to touch them

- Doesn’t though, because he respect your boundaries

- Makes sure nothing magnetic that can hurt you is in the room

- If you’ve ever asked if he could help clean your piercing out, he gets nervous instantly

- Suggests it might not be a good idea, but you persisted

- Accidentally got the cleaning solution in your eye

- Never should’ve doubted him

Jayce:

- oh boy

- Another story

- He gets VERY curious about your tattoos

- BOMBARDS you with questions, much like cait

- Once he realizes you had kinda gotten annoyed, he backed off immediately

- Still asked a few questions here and there but never went too fair

- “How many do you have?”

- Whenever he’s stressed out he’d immediately go to you and ask if he cuddle

- Which you do of course and he runs his fingers over the tattoos as he told you what stressed him out so much

- Feels 100% better

BODY MODS

- once he sees your piercings, he’s asking questions again

- “How many do you have?”

- “A few”

- He loves them and you sm

- He’d always get distracted staring at them, wondering how he was so lucky

- If you have a split tongue and he spotted it, he’d be slightly grossed out

- Only because he’s imagining the healing process

- But he does find the split tongue kinda hot-

- Like cait he imagines what it’d feel like against his 👀

- He just loves you all together 🥺

Mel:

TATTOOS

- You covered them up mostly whenever you were around her

- But one day she caught you in a tank top and your tattoos on full view for e v e r y o n e

- She’d confront you and ask why she’s never seen them

- You honestly just thought she’d find them unprofessional and break up

- She doesn’t

- Actually would like to paint your tattoos on a canvas, like a reminder of you

- Which you do, that is why your sitting infront of her and her canvas in a bra so she can get a full view of your tattoos

- Finds them VERY attractive

- She’d always rub her hand delicately over them while you two relaxed in her bed after a long day

BODY MODS

- When she first saw your piercings, she was impressed

- She’s probably got a piercing somewhere hidden (👀)

- So she doesn’t judge

- She’s 100% down to help you clean your piercings

- Makes it a whole thing

- Would also run a bath for the two of you

- Light a candle or two

- ONLY THE BEST FOR HER BELOVED 😩

- Just imagine, she’s holding your face in her hands while sitting in in your lap, cleaning your piercings and face after a long day of work

- She loves the feeling of your face in her hands, holding you as she admired your features.

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luxeavenger · 3 years

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Day 25 Kinktober prompt: Sadism/masochism

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky Barnes x Backstage Pass!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Words: 1249

Warnings: Sadism, masochism, biting, Dom/sub undertones, blood, bloodplay, blood kink, pain kink, spit kink, ice, ice play, temperature play, aftercare

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“Bucky, keep the blindfold on, or I'm going to tie you up, and you know how Scott hates that, because you always break shit when we do,” Steve scolds.

“Look man, if she's going to be in here with those perfect pierced titties out, I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”

Steve takes a deep breath, winding up to fuss, and you hold a hand up. “Wait. Let me.”

You kick a leg over Bucky to straddle his stomach. You grab his hands and put them over your tits. He grins and starts rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. You lean over so you can look into his crystal blue eyes. “They aren’t going anywhere, Buck. And you’re being kind of a brat.”

He nods, “I’m sorry,” he says softly.

“Behave and afterwards you can play with them all you want for the whole rest of the day.”

His eyes shift to bright sky blue at the thought.

“Can you behave?”

“I can, princess.”

You lean over and suck his bottom lip into your mouth, and roll it between your teeth until he moans.

“There’s more where that came from,” you slide the blindfold over his eyes, “but you have to leave this on.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you say, and smile when the praise makes him whimper.

“Okay, you gotta show me how to do that,” Steve chuckles.

“Well it helps to have a perfect set of tits,” you grin.

He looks at your chest, then down at his chest and frowns. “Fair point.”

He plops down next to Bucky, and addresses you. “You already know we’re much tougher than regular people, so don’t be shy when you bite him. Whatever you think would be the limit for a normal person—double it. And don’t worry about breaking the skin, because he loves that, and you know we heal crazy fast.”

“I got all that. But, what’s the blindfold for?”

Steve smirks and holds up an ice cube, and plops it down on Bucky’s nipple. His hips jerk up and he swears softly.

“Ah. So that’s what those are for,” you poke the bowl of cubes sitting next to Steve.

He nods. “What’s your color, Buck?” Steve asks.

“Green,” is the instant answer.

“Alright, get to it then,” he makes an after you gesture.

The first thing you do is bend to suck the ice cube into your mouth and swallow it. You seal your warm mouth over his chilly nipple and suck it, flicking the barbell with your tongue. You press your teeth around his nipple, and slowly increase the pressure. Bucky groans long and low, with a soft yes yes yes peppered in. It turns into a fuckfuckfuck as you go harder. You’re worried that it‘s too much, but you trust Steve, and you trust Bucky to let you know if you need to stop.

You’d bitten through his skin enough by accident to know how much he got off on the pain though, so you try to keep that in mind.

Given the way his cock is twitching and leaking against his abs, you guess you’re doing a fine job so far.

His voice is light and breathy when he asks, “C-can I touch you, princess?”

Without pulling off his tit you nod, and Steve clarifies, “Only her head, Buck. Same for me.” Bucky nods, and his hand pats along your hair, and he pets over it gently. His soft fingertips slide down your jaw to feel where his skin is gathered between your teeth. You flick your tongue over his nipple again, and he curls his hand into a fist beside your head.

You open your mouth and let the skin snap back. You feel a little swell of pride when you see the perfect ring of your bite mark circling his pebbled nipple, it’s vivid purple, and obvious, even through all the tattoos. Bucky will be so pleased.

Steve asks, “Color, Buck?”

“So fucking green.”

You bend down to suck at the bite mark you just made. A ragged groan tears out of Bucky’s chest, and a drawn out fuuuuck accompanies it. His hand balls into a fist in your hair. He immediately lets it go. “Sorry, princess.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind, Bucky.”

His hand goes back to your hair, and, aside from the occasional brush down your face, pretty much stays there. He doesn’t pull it, or try to guide you.

Eventually Steve starts peppering bites over on his other side, and Bucky insists on getting a handful of Steve’s golden hair too.

Steve’s being sneaky with the ice. Running it over bite marks, letting cubes melt in Bucky’s belly button, or the hollow of his throat, popping a cube in his mouth before sucking hickies into his skin. Bucky gets so lost in the bites the ice surprises him every time.

The first time you taste the copper-penny zing of blood in your mouth, Bucky goes feral. His cock jerks and lands on his stomach with a wet splat, he lets out a desperate-sounding sob, and starts begging.

“Please, please, please. Oh fuck. Can I come? Jesus fuck, please.”

You glance up at Steve, and he gives you a nod. “You’re such a good boy for asking, go ahead.”

Bucky sounds like he’s been punched in the gut when he starts striping his chest with come, without so much as a single finger on his cock. Somewhere in the visceral sounds a thank you is hidden.

You lave over the bloody bite with your tongue, collecting some of the vermillion fluid in your mouth. You slide up to Bucky’s head and wiggle a finger between his lips until he opens his mouth. You hook a finger behind his bottom teeth and pull until he opens wider. You lean in and spit his blood onto his tongue. He swallows with a groan. You lick your way into his mouth, and yield to his tongue when it dips into yours in search of any blood that got left behind. When you break the kiss he murmurs a soft thank you against your lips.

“Buck, color?” Steve asks.

“Green, green, green, green. It’s fucking green and you fucking know it.”

Steve snorts, “Yeah I do.”

An hour later you and Steve sit back to admire your work. Bucky is completely blissed out, and covered from thighs to shoulders with bite marks. Blood seeps from some of them, so Steve gathers what he needs to clean them and wipe down Bucky’s sweat and come-covered body.

You slip his blindfold off, and make Bucky sit up a little to drink some water, and eat a few chocolate chip cookies while Steve works. You run your fingertips along his scalp and he settles his head in your lap with a satisfied hum. Then you put little braids in his hair while you tell him what a good boy he was, and that he did such a good job.

“Was that okay?” you ask softly.

Bucky hums, “It was wonderful. Thank you.”

You stroke a hand over his soft beard, “Good. I love you so much, Bucky.”

The way he leans into your palm makes your heart gallop giddily along in your chest. “I love you too, princess.”

When Steve is done, you ask Bucky if it’s okay if you ride him. He nods, “But no blindfold, and I believe I was also promised titties.”

“Sounds good to me,” you grin.

“Well then, giddyup little girl.”

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

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claynine · 3 years

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Taming the beast

Kyotani x F!reader

cw: fingering, pegging, degradation, petnames

Your eyes landed on Kyotani, or Mad Dog. The insatiable feeling grew inside you once again. The voice of the guy talking to you became further and further away as you smirked.

You were gonna tame the beast.

That's what you wanted since you first saw him. You were known around school, 'The insatiable girl'. Many had tried to have sex with you, failing since you ended up domming them. Some of them came back, begging for a second time. You considered yourself a simple girl, with the want to dom men. You were one in a few, that's for sure.

You never looked for anybody, they looked for you. But him, Kyotani was different. His aura, his way of walking, of speaking, of insulting everyone. My, he was a special one for you.

But, getting close to him was harder than- well, It seemed hard as well. He didn't seem to be attracted to you or any other girl, that made the chanllenge even better.

"Hey, you, mad dog!" You called out after school.

You saw him packing his things after everyone left the classroom and thought it was the perfect time.

He turned around with his usual scrowl, his eyes found yours and he grunted.

"Don't call me that." He spat, you giggled.

"Oh, Come on," you walked towards him "Just trying to chat with you"

He closed his bag and tossed it over his shoulder.

"Whatever."

He began walking off. Your voice stopped him.

"You know," you looked out the window "I wanna break you."

He stood stunned at your words and confession. He knew who you were but didn't really care about you or your 'insatiable' sex drive.

"Break me?" He laughed turning towards you, his gaze burning into your back "Try it."

You hummed while opening your bag and pulling out,

"What is that?" He was once again stunned at the object in your hand.

"A strap on, basically a dildo attatched to a harnes that a person wears to fuck another person, pretty simple" you explained.

"You want to...-" you nodded with a smile "Fuck off."

He turned around.

"Aw, that's too bad..." you pouted "I thought you were a tougher guy than that, Kyotani~"

He turned around faster this time.

"Listen here you-" he stopped and breathed heavily "I am tough-"

"Prove it then," you interrupted him.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds until he opened his bag taking a piece of paper and a pen out, wrote something on it and threw it at you before turning around and leaving.

You picked up the paper and opened it, his number.

"Got the beast," you said to yourself as you smirked.

"Hey ther-" he interruped you.

"Let's just do this." He walked beside you into your apartment.

"Okay~" you hummed.

He sat on your bed while taking off his clothes. You enjoyed the view as he finally took everything off. You licked your lips.

"So? Are you gonna 'break' me or not?" He teased with a smirk of his own.

You simply went to a drawer and grabbed the necessary things. He was laying down with his arms under his head.

"Fold your legs," you instructed.

He rolled his eyes but did as ordered. You hummed.

"Obedient like a dog hm," you grinned.

"Don't call me- hey!" He flinched "That's cold!"

"Gotta prepare you Mad Dog-chan" your fingers traced the small circle.

He shivered slightly and looked away, shame filling him. Your finger made its way in, he chocked on a moan as he held it back, you swirled it around a little before the second one joined inside him.

"How do you feel?" He held the pillow tight but acted alright.

"Weird, but fine." He responded.

Your fingers folded suddenly and he moaned loudly, his eyes wide as his body was invaded by a wave of pleasure.

"What- mhg!" He moaned again as you hit the same spot.

You took your fingers out, he fought back the urge to whine at the empty feeling. You put on the strap on around your waist and lubed up the dildo.

The tip made its way in until all of it was in.

"F-fuck..." he mumbled under his unsteady breath.

You stayed quiet, diving into the sounds that filled the room. His heavy breaths, the slap of skin against skin... his moans.

Finally, he began moaning, not giving two fucks if you or your neighbors heard. He was surprisingly whiny and loud, chocking on the erotic sounds every once in a while.

"I'm- n-no... i can't be- i'm!-" he was cut off by his own moan.

White spirts of cum came out of his tip staining his stomach. You brought a hand down to his pelvis and pressed down. He cried out in pleasure and agony, his senses melting along with his body.

His whole body shaking as his hands gripped the pillow, the sheets, your arm, everything at a white knuckle grip.

"It jurt sho gooood!" he managed to say, his own brain not processing the words.

"Really now?" You giggled and applied a little more pressure, enjoying the view once again.

His eyes were stuck to the ceiling in a trance, eyelids threatening to close as his iris went up. Saliva covering the edges of his mouth as it dripped down his chin. Tears staining his red cheeks. A master piece, your best one yet.

"Look at you Mad Dog-chan," you cooed watching as his body shook when he came again "So naughty"

"D-don't-" his words were sloppy as his mouth was filled with saliva he couldn't register to swallow "call me- that!"

"Hm," you looked up in thought "Is puppy better?"

He whined loudly, almost growling as he came again. You stopped moving and pulled out before getting up to your bathroom leaving him alone in your bed between your sheets, his cum, saliva and tears.

You came back seconds later with a small wet towel, gently passing it over his stomach and ass cleaning him. He stayed still, silently appreciating your actions.

"Y-you... are insane," he stated while you grabbed his clothes and throwing them to his side "But i'm worse... for liking this-"

"I guess then..." you mumbled to yourself.

He got up and clothed himself. Looking away as he opened your door.

"I...- I'll be coming over often... so..." he grunted at his own words and walked out.

You smiled as you pulled up your phone. Pictures of his messed up state of a few seconds ago appearing in your galery.

Ah, you always loved this part. Having memories of the boys you broke. But this one, was your trophy one.

"I tammed the beast," you giggled.

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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Choices.

A/N: Another Mob!Tom fic, a longer one. It’s another darker one and I hope you all enjoy! Do not engage if the topics make you uncomfortable 💕 (side note: I managed to get switch!Tom in there).

Summary: You become the product of someone’s torture and now you have to decide what you want.

Warnings: Smut (oral, f rec), unprotected sex (wrap it up, stay safe), Violence, blood, injuries, bruises, language, misogynistic views. Minors do not engage. I think I got everything, possibly a few typos.

W/C: 8K.

The sound of skin-on-skin contact resonated through the halls, the sting in your cheek burning as Caleb shook the sting from his own hand.

“What did he do with my shipment?” Caleb hissed as he crouched down so he was eye level with you.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, when he finds out what you’ve done, he’s gonna kill you.” You said, probably a stupid thing to say as it earned you yet another smack to your already bruised cheek.

“I’ll give you one thing, you’re tougher than you look. Shame you think you’re worth more to him, he’s known for the last twelve hours I’ve had you and he’s done nothing.” Caleb laughed as he stood to full height.

“Bullshit.” You hissed and Caleb laughed.

“Oh come on, you don’t think men like us put women above our businesses do you? More women like you will come along, more cunts to keep our cocks warm. Let’s be real, that’s really all you are and ever will be to him.” He laughed and you winced at the harshness, maybe he was right. He wasn’t here, wasn’t here to help you.

“Now,” he announced as he made his way over to a table, taking a hammer off it. “I’ve quite frankly grown bored. Tell me what he did with the shipment, tell me where it is.” He said, he was yet again in front of you. He’d taken your hand in his and if your wrist wasn’t roped down to the chair you’d have slapped him.

“You have quite dainty little fingers.” He said as he stroked over them. “Shame I’m going to have to break a few.” He said and you felt defeated, utterly defeated.

“I don’t know what he did.” You answered in a breathy whisper. “He doesn’t get me involved.” It wasn’t strictly a lie, you knew he’d stolen the shipment just not how.

“Given up? I would to, must be disappointing.” He laughed again as he crouched down to your level, stroking your sweaty hair out of your face, running a thumb harshly over the bruise on your cheek. “Maybe he hasn’t even noticed you’ve gone, that spot you occupy in his bed probably isn’t cold, already filled.” He taunted and you felt the tears fall.

“Just let me go. I can’t help you.” You said, your heart was broken. He knew you were here, and he’d done nothing. Maybe it was all bullshit, maybe he didn’t love you like he said he did.

“But we’re having so much fun.” He said as he stood up again. “I know you know something, you must, you sauntered around that mansion enough.”

“I don’t.” You said, completely defeated now.

“Tell you what, you can serve as a lesson, I’ll give you back to him. Since you can’t help and show him what happens to his stuff when he messes with mine.” He said and you succumbed to the tears.

Tom was panicking he’d not seen you all day, you’d gone out for lunch and now he couldn’t get a hold of you. His mind was racing, he’d sent all of his staff out to find you and no such luck, it was like you’d disappeared into thin air. He was pacing his office, running a hand through his hair when he heard it. Three loud knocks to his mansion’s door. He hastily made his way downstairs, Harrison in tow.

As soon as he opened the door, a body collided with his own. He only just caught it in time, the body almost limp in his arms. It took his brain a moment to catch up as he realised just who it was that had been thrust into chest.

“Caleb sends his regards.” A man laughed and Tom felt frozen. How had this happened? Not you, not his precious princess. Tom watched as the man disappeared, Harrison giving chase.

It was your small fist on your right hand that grasped his shirt that brought him back to reality, he picked you up, one arm around your back, the other in the crook of your knees as you winced in pain.

“I’m sorry princess.” He mumbled as he took in your features, you looked so tired, bruised cheek. Tom felt his anger rise, Caleb should count his days lucky because when Tom found him it would be the last day he spent on Earth. He took you into your shared room, placing you carefully on the bed as he took in the rest of you. The outfit you’d worn that day was dirty but still intact, your wrists were raw, evidence of the rope that had tied them down, the same with your ankles.

You had bruises almost everywhere, face tear stained. You were half awake, weak as you fluttered your eyes occasionally before closing them again. Tom sat with you on the bed for a while, thinking about his next move, of all the ways he was going to torture Caleb for doing this to you. He heard commotion downstairs and knew Harrison had caught whoever had brought you back to him.

Tom didn’t leave you, he knew Harrison would take over, bring the men back and make sure whoever he’d caught was dealt with until Tom could deal with it. Harrison was his right-hand man, one of his most trusted advisors. Tom looked down at you, moving stray strands of hair from your face, he almost cried at the sight.

He kept a hand on your chest, evidence you were alive. He brought his lips to your forehead as he kissed it, a tear making its way down his cheek. You didn’t deserve this, and he couldn’t protect you, he failed at the one thing he’d promised to himself. It wasn’t long before your eyes fluttered open to look at him.

You took in Tom as you opened your eyes, he looked tired, upset as he held a hand to your chest, hair a mess and those brown eyes had seemingly lost their usual spark. You looked at him, no energy to speak. He’d left you, didn’t come for you when you wanted him to, you briefly remember begging for him, pieces of the beating you’d taken coming back in flashes. You’d lost consciousness through parts, the pain too much.

“Hey Princess.” He breathed out, voice soft, quiet. It almost sounded like there was an ounce of care in there, but you must be delusional. You just looked at him and he sighed before disappearing. You didn’t really wonder where he’d gone, what he was doing, you were thinking about how to get yourself home, away from this and away from him.

It wasn’t long before he lifted you again, you were too tired to fight with him as he took you to the bathroom, stripped you of your clothes and put you into the bath. The first bath you had was to get rid of the dirt, Tom ever so carefully washing your body and hair, it almost had you fooled into thinking he cared. He’d fooled you for almost two years now though.

He almost cried again as he took in the bruising that was all over your body, he took your left hand into his own and you winced, almost crying out in pain. He studied your hand, as if in some sort of mocking he took in the bruising of your left finger, the one he intended to place a ring on. He could tell just by looking at it that it was broken. He whispered out an apology, he needed to call his personal doctor to come and see you.

He lifted you again, carefully, before running a second bath, placing you in there, probably hoping the hot water would relax your tired muscles. It was silent, the only sounds being your winces, Tom’s quiet apologies and his soft kisses to your skin. Tom was the first to properly break the silence.

“I’m so sorry princess.” He said softly and you wondered how this man, your Tom could have left you like that, left you to die for all he knew. You didn’t speak, too tired for an argument with him. He sighed as he sat with you, sitting on the edge of the bathtub as you got lost in your own thoughts.

Your gut was telling you it couldn’t be true, your Tom wouldn’t have left you like that, he’d have come for you if he’d known but your head was full of the things Caleb had said. Full of the doubt he’d put there, the doubt that Tom loved you at all, that he felt anything for you. You felt more tears slip down your cheek as you hastily and angrily tried to wipe them away.

“Hey, hey, I’m here, I’ve got you.” Tom said as he lowered himself to take you into his arms. Your good but wet hand fisting the dry fabric of his shirt as you cried into his shoulder. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He repeated as you cried for what felt like the millionth time that day. “I’m gonna take you to bed okay? I won’t leave you, not tonight.” But he already had hadn’t he? He’d left you with Caleb, maybe you were just a good fuck, and he couldn’t be bothered to find anyone else now that you were back.

He lifted you for the last time out of the bath, draining it as he stood you on your feet, wrapping a towel around your fragile frame. Rubbing his hands along your arms in an attempt to help you dry off. You didn’t fight him as he placed a shirt, his shirt, over your head, helping you get into bed. Everything about him was so soft in this moment, so gentle, it made it hard to believe what he’d done tonight or on the contrary, what he’d not done.

Tom’s doctor came and left, securing your finger, whatever he said to Tom was drowned out by your own thoughts. You tuned back in to hear the doctor say that your bruises were okay, you were going to be okay. But that was lie, you weren’t okay, far from it, not emotionally at least.

You fell asleep that night, hand fisted into his shirt, it was keeping you grounded, reminding you that you were here, with Tom, in his room, not back there. It was a reminder you weren’t dreaming. Tom held you until you fell asleep, coaxing your not broken fingered hand to interlace with his own, you knew you were probably grasping his hand too tight, but you needed to keep yourself anchored, stop yourself falling apart. You were tired and in no mood to fight and being here with Tom was a far better alternative than being back there with Caleb.

Tom was drifting into his own sleep when your scream jolted him awake, probably woke the whole mansion. Your body suddenly moving from his own as you became completely unsettled, face contorting in pain. Tom was quick to move as he tried to wake you, dodging your flailing arms, he took them in his hands, careful of your finger, pinning them above your head.

“Princess, it’s okay, it’s me. It’s Tom, it’s just me. You’re safe.” He repeated as he watched your eyes snap open and meet his, he was shocked to see the rage in them.

“Get off me.” You screamed at him, and he did, instantly, releasing you from his hold as he sat up, you sitting up onto your knees as you looked at him.

“Princess, it’s okay, calm down.” He reassured as he carefully went to take your hand in his, you slapped it away and stood up off the bed.

“Stay away from me, Tom. I want to go home.” You snapped and he stood from the bed as well. He heard a knock at the door, ignoring it.

“Baby, you are home.” Tom was utterly confused at your turn towards him, you looked so angry, so hurt with him and he couldn’t understand it. He’d spent all day looking for you, used every resource he had to try. He made his way towards you again, placing his hands on your shoulders.

He watched as you cried again, falling into his chest, you were tired, confused, that much he could tell. Like you were fighting an internal battle with yourself, one he knew nothing about, and it was frightening him, your sudden anger towards him setting him on edge. He heard a knock on his door again and bit back his anger, for your sake.

“Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it in the morning.” Tom snapped, hands moving to cover your ears as not to startle you. You suddenly moved, ripping yourself from his grip as you looked at him wildly.

“You left me.” You said and Tom looked confused, he felt confused.

“What, princess, I don’t know what you mean.” He said calmly.

“Bullshit. You left me and you know you did. Why is it you keep me around? A good fuck? The minute my life is in danger, you do nothing. You really had me fooled.” You ranted as you paced the room and Tom felt more confused than he ever had in his life. Left you? He would never, had he known where you were, he’d have come straight for you.

“I didn’t leave you princess, I promise. You know me, I love you. You know I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe.” He said as he carefully approached your figure, stopping your pacing and forcing you to look at him, tears streaming down your beautiful face again. You looked at him almost desperately, like you wanted to believe what he was saying but couldn’t.

“I, Tom. I can’t get these thoughts out of my head. I don’t want to believe that you left me, but you did. How do I know that what you’re saying isn’t bullshit?” You spoke, voice broken, and Tom almost cried again.

“If I’d have known where you were, I’d have come for you. You know me, Y/N, you know me.” He said sincerely.

“I want to believe you but I can’t. Caleb said-“

“Whatever he said was bullshit, baby, you know me. You know I’d move the world for you.” He said as he stroked your hair.

“I need to get away.” You spoke and you looked at him, you were begging him not to argue with you. “I need to think.” You said and it was so desperate that Tom couldn’t deny you, you needed it and he’d give it to you.

“Okay baby, I’ll let you go. Wherever you want, but tonight please just stay here and I’ll take you where you want to go tomorrow.” He pleaded and he watched you fight an internal battle with yourself, he knew what you were thinking. He knew you were thinking that if you spent the night in bed with him, you were scared you’d wake up tomorrow and all will be forgiven. Tom’s heart tore in two as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I’ll sleep next door. If you need anything that’s where I’ll be.” He said as he kissed your forehead and made his way out of the room.

It was 5 o clock in the morning when the door opened in one of his spare rooms, a body colliding with his own as it clung to him. He didn’t fight you when you climbed on top of him, wrapping yourself in him. His heart hammered in his chest, he was conflicted, you’d just asked, begged, for space and here you were making sure there wasn’t an inch of it.

You were on top of him, trying to pull his arms closer around you and he didn’t fight, not when he heard the small sigh leave your lips. He was careful not to hurt you as he placed his arms around your trembling figure on top of him.

“I just, I can’t. I need to feel safe.” You cracked voice reached his ears. He was conflicted, he knew this would have you feeling differently in the morning, but he couldn’t forget the pleading look in your eyes when you told him you needed space. He’d let you have this, give you what you needed tonight but tomorrow he had to let you go. As much as it would rip his heart out he had to let you go.

He held you, carefully as your breathing evened out in the crook of his neck. He was used to you wanting his touch but never like this, not this much. It was almost like you wanted to get inside him, wrap yourself completely in him, like you couldn’t get close enough. He did his best, did his best to make you feel covered and only when he heard your soft snores did he know that he’d been successful at making you feel safe.

“I love you so much.” He said as he held you and let his own tears fall.

He woke up and felt no weight on top of him, you’d moved. He thought you’d be downstairs and was shocked to see you sat cross legged on the bed next to him.

“I’m sorry about last night.” You said.

“You’re sorry?” He asked, what?

“I just, I couldn’t sleep without you.” You clarified and he nodded as he studied you carefully. He knew what was about to come, knew he needed to be a better man than he’d ever been in his life, for you. “I was thinking,” you started as you cleared your throat, although it did nothing for the croakiness of it. “Maybe we should talk.” You offered and his heart shattered, last night you were scared of it happening and it had.

He sat up as he rubbed his hands down his face, collecting himself because this was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life. He just couldn’t forget that begging in your eyes. The way you pleaded with him to let you go and in his mind this was the right thing to do. Be the man you’d begged him to be last night.

“You’re mind was pretty made-up last night.” He grumbled and he didn’t miss the way your eyes melted at his morning voice.

“I’ve had a chance to sleep.” You ran your uninjured hand through your hair as you shrugged.

“Y/N,” He hated using your name, he hardly ever used it but pet names? Not right now. “With me.” He continued and you furrowed your brows.

“So?” You huffed back.

“You begged me to let you leave last night.”

“I’ve changed my mind, I can’t sleep without you.” You said.

“Don’t do this to yourself, last night you wanted, no needed to leave, you told me so.”

“I was confused. Tommy,” that fucking nickname. “We can talk it out and I can stay here.” You were making this hard.

“I can’t. Y/N, you need let me do the right thing here, the right thing for you.”

“So you just want to leave me again?” You huffed out, anger rising on your ever beautiful features.

“Again? I told you last night that’s not what happened.” His voice still soft. “You need to clear your head and you and I both know you won’t do that when I’m here.” He reasoned, he knew you had to find a way to process this, and he knew what would happen if he let you stay.

He’d done his own thinking last night and he knew if he let you stay, if you allowed yourself to just get wrapped up in him instead of process what had happened to you and the cause of it, the cause being his lifestyle. He couldn’t do that to you, he needed to let you think even if that meant letting you go forever. He was ripping his heart out here and the look on your face was stomping it hard into the floor.

“But I don’t understand.” You whispered as you let a tear fall, Tom was quick to move and wipe it away, you caught his hand and brought it between your own.

“You will, you need to process this, need to think about what you really want. If you weren’t with me this never would have happened.” He said and you let out a choked sob, you knew he was right.

He’d moved you into a flat, well Harrison had moved your things in, Tom knew if he did it he’d become selfish and let you come home. Tom made sure it was secure, bought it in your name so you wouldn’t be attached forever if you decided to leave, it would be yours. He kept it safe but he stayed away, you’d been gone a week when you first called and out of instinct he answered.

“Tommy?” You sniffled down the line and he knew a nightmare had just woken you up.

“Y/N, this isn’t a good idea.” He warned softly.

“I know, I didn’t call you any of the other nights, but I just need to sleep.” You said and he sighed, running a hand over his face.

“What do you need?” He asked and he hoped you wouldn’t say what he thought you were going to, that would make it harder on both of you.

“Can you, I know you won’t come here and I can’t come there, can you just talk to me? Please?” You asked in a whisper and Tom couldn’t refuse.

“What do you want me to talk about?” He asked and he heard you sigh down the line.

“I don’t know, just anything.” You said and he heard you shuffle around presumably to get more comfortable.

That was the first of many phone calls, the two of them indulging themselves late at night when neither could sleep. Tom never called you, you always called him. He was becoming conflicted, he probably shouldn’t be doing this but he was too selfish.

“Tom?” You said and he knew that voice, already feeling blood rush downstairs. It’d been a while since he’d had any sort of relief.

“Y/N/N.” Tom groaned and he heard you giggle slightly, in that seductive way that could get him going at the most inconvenient times and you knew it. Yeah you were definitely horny and this wasn’t a call to help you sleep.

“Tom, I need you.” You panted down the phone at him and he threw his head back into his pillow.

“Y/N, no.” Tom said, firm tone and he heard you shuffle around and hoped to god you weren’t gonna start doing what he knew you were probably thinking. If he heard you moan that would be it, he’d drive over and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Come on, Tom don’t be a killjoy. You always want me.” You said and he heard you shuffle again.

“This isn’t a good idea.” He said, cursing himself for growing hard.

“Come on Tom, we’ve done it before.” You said and then he heard it, your little whimper that meant you’d probably touched your clit.

“Y/N.” He said firmly. He couldn’t let this escalate as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t. He heard you huff. “Please don’t.” He said.

“You don’t want to hear me take care of myself?” You tried again, a moan slipping down the phone.

“No.” Yes.

“Fine.” He heard you huff in defeat.

“We need to stop these phone calls, they’re not doing you any good.” He spoke, voice firmer than he thought it would be to say his dick was currently straining in his boxers.

“I don’t want to, I won’t, I’m sorry.” You stumbled over yourself.

“It’s not just about calling me for phone sex, it’s all of it, it’s not a good idea.” He said, he’d never gone soft as fast in his life, the atmosphere had changed massively. “Y/N/N,” he sighed. “I want you to stop calling me, until your head is clear I want you to stop calling me.” He said, voice soft and he heard your sharp intake of breath.

“Okay.” He heard you say after a while before you hung up.

That was two months ago, he knew you were okay, of course he did but he had had zero contact with you. You were slowly processing what had happened to you, thinking about what you wanted. No matter how many times you thought to yourself that Tom’s lifestyle wasn’t the reason you’d been practically tortured a bruise would remind you that if you weren’t with him it wouldn’t have happened.

It wasn’t until you went to bed that you realised how much you wanted him even if it wasn’t a good idea. He made you happier than anyone ever had, he cared, fuck did he care. He always wanted the best for you, you wanted to be angry at him for doing what he did but you couldn’t. Every time you took a branch of that anger it led you back to the same trunk, the same reason, he’d done it for you, been the better man for you.

Tom was a selfish man everyone knew that, if he wanted something it was his but with you? He couldn’t, he never had been. It made you realise that Caleb was wrong, he had to be, Tom hadn’t behaved like a man who used you to keep his dick wet. There was no way he could have faked that for so long. He was always faithful, not like half the men that rivalled him, he just wouldn’t do that to you.

You love him, that much is clear to you, the way he makes you feel and looks after you is something you know you’ll never have again and ultimately it’s what made your decision. Although you knew that what happened before could potentially happen again, you found yourself unable to care, Tom was it for you. You had to follow your heart, it couldn’t take the pain of being away from him but it didn’t mean you’d turn as much of a blind eye anymore.

You knew who the man was, who you wanted to be with, you wouldn’t be the naive girlfriend anymore, the one who pretended none of it happened. You had to take some responsibility yourself, toughen up, if you were going to be with him, you needed to toughen up and wake the fuck up. Realise how dangerous his world can be and if you were going to make yourself a part of that then you had to make some changes.

As long as you could have him the way you loved him behind closed doors then it was a risk you were willing to take. You couldn’t stop yourself as you brought up the contact you’d not used in two months.

In the two months since Tom had asked you to stop calling him he’d still not managed to find Caleb. Every lead was a dead end. He missed you. Missed everything about you, he took solace in the fact that he knew you were safe and probably healing. He found himself wishing you would call and he’d gotten so drunk one night that Harrison had had to take his phone from his hand to stop him calling you.

He lost hope daily that you were going to call him, that you were going to show up and realised you’d probably done the smart thing and decided not to have anything to do with him. It hurt him, truly it did but was he to do? Make you stay? He knew if he’d let you stay another couple of nights in his bed then you’d just consume yourself with him and not think about what you wanted.

His phone made him jump when it rang, he wasn’t used to this anymore, wasn’t used to seeing your contact pop up, not over the last two months. He almost declined the call until he thought about why you might be calling, you’d made no attempt to contact him in all this time, maybe you were ready to talk, maybe you’d cleared your head. His thumb swiped at the green button as he put it to his ear.

“Can you come over?” That was all he got, no explanation, nothing.

His fist banged on the door, you knew it was him, you knew immediately. You knew him like the back of your hand. You opened it and couldn’t help the small gasp that left your lips, was he trying to drive you insane? Those dress pants, white shirt tucked into his pants, rolled up sleeves? Fuck, he always looked like he was formed by the gods themselves.

“Hi darling.” He spoke and you couldn’t stop yourself as you threw yourself at him, hugging him tight. It was nice to feel him hug you back, be back in those arms that did nothing but make you feel safe, at home.

“Hi.” You whispered as you pulled back and pulled him into your flat, he was yet to see it.

“Why the late-night call?” He asked.

“I wanted to see you.” You shrugged, licking your lips that had become dry just from looking at him. “I miss you.” You spoke honestly.

“I miss you too.” He said back so easily, no time to think about the words.

The atmosphere in the room felt thick, thick with tension, the last time you’d spoken to him you’d wanted him to help get yourself off and you grew aroused at the thought. Your fingers just didn’t quite cut it, nor did the vibrator. Nothing would feel as good as having Tom wedged between your legs as he fucked into you.

He looked at you like he was thinking the same thing, he’d always said his hand wasn’t as satisfying as your wet heat. You grew hotter the more you thought about it, the more you thought about him getting himself off to the memories of the two of you fucking, just like you’d been doing. He watched your every move ever so carefully, your bruising was now all healed, finger free from its bandages.

You looked like you again but you had a shine to you that Tom liked, you looked happier, almost healthier. Like you’d been properly taking care of yourself and he smiled, it was good too see you happy after his last memory of you. He cleared his throat after a moment and spoke.

“Do you want to talk?”

“Not right now.” You answered as you approached him. “I did, but I don’t, not right now.” You rambled out as your mind became clouded with lust, it’d been so long since you’d had him, you’d not had anyone else, why would you? They wouldn’t give it to you like Tom would.

“Is this a good idea?” He asked quietly as he studied you, you didn’t say anything as you leant up to kiss him, tenderly, far more tender than you’d initially thought you were going to. You both sighed at the contact, you wanted him. He studied you for a moment, looking for a sign of regret and when he didn’t find it he captured your lips again.

This time a little more forcefully, but not by much. You kissed tenderly, carefully, almost like you were remembering each other, basking in the way one another felt against them again. You pushed your lips more forcefully against his and he groaned slightly as your hands weaved into his hair. It was still careful, neither wanting to overwhelm the other.

His hands found a firm place on your waist as he pulled you closer to him, lips growing slowly firmer until Tom’s tongue was tracing your bottom lip and you granted him access. You both moaned in pleasure as your tongues found each other’s after so long, neither of you forgetting how they almost danced together. The sound of your lips finally uniting being the only sound in the quiet flat.

It wasn’t long before Tom had picked you up, carefully, and your legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried you down the hallway and into your bedroom. Your kiss had grown much heavier along the way, your arousal for each other settling in properly as the only emotion left was lust, need for each other. You untucked his shirt as he carried you, hand trailing up his toned back.

His hand was carefully squeezing your waist, grabbing a handful of your arse every so often. You felt him harden against you and you knew he knew how wet you’d be for him when he took your shirts off. He kicked your bedroom door open and when he turned to shut it he pinned you against it.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He was the first to say as he placed kisses along your throat, your hand fisting in the back of his hair.

“Feels like it.” You spoke as you felt his hardened length again.

“Like you’re gonna be any better.” He teased and as if to prove his point he ran a hand up your thigh and into your shorts, running his finger through your folds. “So wet.” He hummed.

He moved you and placed you on the bed, something digging into your back as he did. You moved your hand around until you found whatever it was and when you pulled it out you heard Tom mutter a ‘fuck.’

“Not quite the same but it took the edge off.” You said as you threw it down the side of your bed.

“Thinking about me?” Tom asked as he pulled your shirt over your head. “Did you touch yourself? Thinking about how well I fuck you with my fingers, tongue, cock?” He asked as he took in your braless and now topless figure. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“Always.” You panted when he brought his mouth over your hardened nipple. He hummed in response and it sent vibrations through your entire being. It ignited you in a way it always had, in a way only he could.

“That’s fucking hot.” Tom said as he popped your nipple from his mouth and as you attempted to undo the buttons on his shirt. You grew frustrated when they wouldn’t play ball and sat up, Tom moving with you, he looked at you confused for a second before you quite literally grasped the middle of his buttons and ripped it off, buttons flying everywhere.

“Fuck me.” Tom said, never had he seen you so needy for him, so desperate. It was doing things to him he couldn’t explain, he didn’t have much time to think as you latched your mouth onto his neck and sucked. You knew exactly where his sweet spot was, not hesitating to suck, you moved his now open shirt off his shoulders and it dropped to the floor. It wasn’t until you pulled back, eyes darker, completely consumed by lust that he realised what you’d done.

“Have you just left a mark?” Tom asked, almost astonished, it turned him on to no end. You just shrugged as you laid back on the bed, looking up at him and he swears he lost his dominant side for second. Completely in awe of you.

“Oh baby,” he didn’t miss your breath hitch at the nickname as he regained himself and crawled back on top of you. His own lips found the top of your breast, sucking his own mark onto it. “It’s cute, watching you try and take dominance from me, but we both know who’s in charge, don’t we darling.” He asked as he sat back to look at his handy work. He’d kicked his shoes off by now as he laid on top of you.

“Tom, please.” You begged and he chuckled, completely consumed by desire, the pair of you were by this point. His cock was throbbing for you and he knew you’d be clenching and unclenching around nothing, around the idea of him being inside you.

“What does my princess want? My fingers?” He asked as he made quick work of your shorts, placing a finger inside you that had you rolling your head back and moaning in pleasure. His kisses trailing down your body as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. “My tongue?” He asked as he placed it carefully on your clit. Teasing you by halting all movements, watching you squirm as you tried to create friction. “Tell me baby.” He spoke before oh so slowly dragging his down your folds to meet his fingers and dragging it back up. You sat up to look at him between your legs, god the look on your face was something of pure pleasure in itself.

“All of it, Tom, I just want you.” You panted out and he chuckled as he moved his finger, carefully sliding in and out of you, mindful that it’d been a while and while he knew your own fingers had been inside you, your fingers were smaller than his.

“I suppose it’s been a while. Should fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, the way you’ve missed.” He said and before you could respond his tongue was back on your clit as he sucked and licked at it, watching, and groaning as you threw your head back, body arching off the bed as one hand fisted his hair and the other your bedsheets.

It wasn’t long before you were squirming beneath him as he added a second finger, opening you up for him, your body shaking as you neared your first mind blowing orgasm in almost three months. He could have blown his load just from watching you as you arched off the bed, screamed his name and tightened so well around his fingers as you came. Panting, body shaking as he helped you through it.

He expected you to be all fucked out when he climbed back on top of you, what he was not expecting was for your still just as lust blown and wild eyes looking into his own. You took him by surprise when you pushed him onto his back before climbing on top of him. You didn’t ride him often and when you did, it was never with so much confidence. It was like he’d awakened something primal in you and he fucking loved it.

You made light work of his pants and boxers, straddling him as you confidently took his cock into your hand and placed him inside you. He couldn’t stop the moan that left his lips at the feeling and also the sight. This was not what he was expecting as you placed your hands on his chest and moved your hips of your own accord.

You’d never been shy in bed, not when it came to being beneath him but every time he’d relinquish control and let you be on top you’d ask for his guidance. Not tonight, tonight you were using his cock to get yourself off and he loved it, loved the way it made him feel. He moaned as he gripped your hips, you’d taken control, he hadn’t given it and fuck if it made him almost finish inside you right there.

You moaned as you moved your hips, feeling every inch of him as the angle had him brushing that spot you’d not felt stimulated in a while and it made you almost scream his name as you fucked him. You wee both moaning, sweating and you expected Tom to take control back but he didn’t, he let you have all the control.

“So much for we both know who’s in charge Tommy.” You moaned and you expected a cocky response but none came, just a moan of your name. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You said as you felt your high approach, felt as you tightened around him and it only served to make you moved faster. Tom became something of a moaning mess underneath you, something you’d never seen before and that urged you on as you chased both of your highs.

“Just like that baby.” He said and your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt your orgasm fast approach. “Shit, Y/N/N, I’m gonna come.” Tom moaned and you don’t know what came over you, a feeling of pure power maybe, but you’re glad that it did.

“Come for me Tom.” You whispered, voice laced in lust and command as you placed your lips to his ear, leaning back to watch as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned uncontrollably, moaning profanities laced with your name. You’d never seen him like this, you felt powerful above him, the ever so powerful Tom Holland reduced to a moaning mess because of you. It urged you to finish chasing your high as you fucked him through his. You collapsed onto his chest, with an almost scream of his name as you felt euphoria wash over you.

“Fuck.” Was all Tom had to say when he came down from possibly one of the most explosive orgasms he’d ever had. He loved being in control he really did, but watching you like that? You could have the control whenever you wanted it.

“Yeah.” You mumbled against his chest as tiredness washed over you. He flipped you over whilst staying inside of you, carefully drawing himself out as he cleaned you both up. Whilst he was busy doing that it gave you time to realise just how much power you had over him. He could have easily taken back the control, shown you who was in charge and he didn’t not even when you practically dared him to.

He came back into the bed as he massaged your thighs that were now aching slightly. You shivered as he did, body feeling sensitive all over after your orgasms. You played with his curls as he rested his head on your stomach.

“Where did that come from?” He asked, amused tone.

“I don’t know.” You said honestly, you didn’t, maybe it was the fact that you’d not been able to have him for three months. Maybe it was the desire to hold power over him, even if just in bed, you weren’t sure but he’d woken something in you that you liked.

“I’m gonna have to let you take charge more often.” He laughed as he continued to massage your thighs, your hands still in his hair.

“How come you didn’t take it back? The control?” You had to ask.

“Didn’t want it, not then. Fuck, you looked you so hot. It did something to me, watching you use me to get yourself off, taking your own pleasure like that, fuck.” He said as he kissed your stomach.

“I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll be a sub now, I’ll miss you railing me into whatever surface we find ourselves on.” You laughed and he joined.

“No, but you can have the control, whenever you want it.” He spoke and it sounded so honest that your heart soared. Tom Holland did not give control to anybody, it wasn’t his style yet here he was telling you could have it whenever you wanted it. That’s how much he loved you, how much you were different to everyone else in his life. It solidified your decision.

“I want to come home.”

You’d worked things out between the two of you, a week’s worth of late nights and talking. You’d told him you wanted to be more involved, you didn’t want to shy away anymore, Tom was hesitant but agreed. You asked him to train you, make sure you could a least attempt to defend yourself, although that wasn’t going so well, every time he was teaching you one of you got distracted and you usually ended up underneath him.

Tom liked the change in you, you were tougher, more confident and he wondered what had brought the change. You were still the same woman he fell in love with, the same woman who was kind thoughtful and free but now? Now you weren’t afraid to speak your mind, you commanded a level of respect from his men now and he loved it. He loved everything about you and you him.

It was a month later when you both heard the commotion downstairs, you jolted up. Tom had only had to wake you from a couple of nightmares, they were seemingly leaving you, slowly but surely. Tom placed a hand on your arm, sitting up, your eyes frantically looked for his and calmed when they locked.

Tom got dressed as he made his way downstairs, he was shocked to see Harrison carrying the very man he’d spent just over four months looking for. He was struggling against Harrison but to no avail, Haz had a firm grip around the man’s arms.

“Found him, hiding out in some club.” Harrison spat as he threw the man down at Tom’s feet. He spat blood onto the tiled floor of the mansions entrance.

“Tom! How’d you like your girl? Sent her back nice and pretty for you.” Caleb said, laughing as he did. Tom felt his anger rise again, images of what he’d done to you filling his mind. Tom wasted no time in kicking him in the gut.

“Take him into the living room and tie him up, I’ll be back in a minute.” Tom said, he was going to say goodnight to you, this was going to take him a while. He huffed as he made his way into the bedroom and shit the door.

“What happened?” You asked as you rushed over to him.

“Haz found Caleb.” Tom said and he watched as panic flashed in your eyes for a moment before they found Tom’s.

“What are you going to do?” You asked, voice steady.

“Better question is probably what I won’t do.” Tom said as he took you into his embrace. He held you for a moment and kissed your head. You thought for a moment, this man had been your tormenter, the man who’d taunted you, made you feel heartbroken. This was the last part of getting over what happened to you. “I’m gonna be a while, so I came to say goodnight.” He whispered as he kissed your head.

“I want to come.” You spoke before you could stop yourself.

“What?” Tom asked, voice faltering.

“I want to watch you kill him Tom.” You spoke more confidently as you moved away from him.

“Absolutely not.” Tom said, sure he was willing to let you know about everything in his business, but seeing him deal with someone? No.

“Tom,” you said as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I need this, I need to see him die. I’ll know it’s over then.” You whispered.

“Sweetheart, you don’t, I know you think you do but you don’t. You’re not gonna wanna see what I’m gonna do to him.” He said firmly.

“Tom, please?” You begged as you looked at him and you knew he was fighting an internal battle within himself. “If it gets too much, I’ll leave, I promise. I won’t think of you any differently, Tom I know you’d never hurt me.” You said, hoping to win him over.

“It’s not for the faint-hearted love. It’s not like in films, this is real life and what you’ll see, what you’ll watch happen it’ll change you. Make you more like me, darken you.” Tom said and you looked at him with all the confidence in world. This was the life you wanted, the life you’d chosen and you didn’t hold a single regret.

“Good.”

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kiss it better + bang chan

hello lovelies! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

im back with another bang chan scenario <3 hope you guys enjoy this one!! (oh and tmt hit 1k+ notes ahhh thank you so much >.<, also i might be uploading a prince!chan fic soon, stay tuned sunshines)

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

"Chris, baby, please."

It's been two hours, nearing three, since Chris decided to give you the silent treatment. The cause of your current suffering rooted from the events that took place last night.

A college friend of yours happened to be visiting the city, and what better way to celebrate a rare occasion than dressing up and going for a girl's night out with a bunch of your other friends. Chris happily agreed to let you go, he didn't need much convincing since he trusted you with everything and that included you getting home in one piece.

As the late hours of the night passed and shifted over to the wee hours of the morning, Chris grew worried, checking his phone for the nth time as he expected a call or text from you to reassure him that you were fine, or that you were at least still alive somewhere.

Fortunately, he managed to get a hold of your situation through one of your friends, credits to Jisung for grabbing her number that one time you guys set them up for a date.

"Hyung, she said that (y/n) got into a cab ten minutes ago," Jisung explained over the phone. "Her phone also died, so that's probably the reason why you haven't heard from her," he added.

"Alright, got it. Thanks, Ji."

Strike one.

Your drunk self thought that it was a good idea to call for a cab, even declining your girlfriend's offer to drive you home. You insisted that you were fine and that you would only derail their way home since your apartment's route leads to the opposite direction. So, in your semi-intoxicated state, you hopped into a cab and made your way home.

Strike two.

You came home last night, struggling to keep a certain level of sobriety. Heels in one hand and your clutch in the other. You weren't completely hammered, but it was still enough to piss Chris off as he took in your drunken state.

Strike three.

Nevertheless, Chris patiently took care of you. He helped you out of your clothes, took your makeup off for you, and tucked you in bed with him.

You could've gotten away with what happened, until your hungover self decided to betray you.

When Chris sat you down for breakfast, he managed to ease in the happenings of last night, carefully bringing it up as to not agitate you or make you feel like he's blaming you for going out and having fun.

He was just worried, especially having known that you went home all by yourself without even contacting him.

"Baby, you could've borrowed one of your friends' phone and asked me to come pick you up," Chris sighed as he reached out for your hand, placing his on top of yours, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

"I know and I'm sorry, but can you just scold me later?" you said, your tone a little harsher than you intended it to be, probably due to the lingering headache and side effects of your drinks last night. You felt like your skull was being split into two and you just wanted to eat and recover in silence.

"Babe, I'm not scolding you. I was just-"

You cut Chris off. "Alright, I get it, you were worried but I took care of myself. So let's just argue later, yeah?" you snapped.

And you're out.

Upon hearing your reply, Chris' jaw clenched, visibly appearing offended and irritated. He retracted his hand from yours, opting to cross his arms over his chest.

You bit your tongue when the words you spat out finally settled in. It sounded wrong and you definitely shouldn't have said that. You readied yourself for the argument that was about to ensue, but nothing came.

"Okay."

That was all he said before he stood up and left.

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization that slapped you back into reality, the ugly outcome of your sudden outburst.

You were about to get up and follow Chris to apologize, however, the sudden throbbing pain in your head disabled you from getting out of your seat. Instead, you were forced to sit back down and wallow in guilt.

And that's how you ended up getting the silent treatment.

You left your boyfriend alone for a few hours, hoping that his anger would dissipate by the time that your hungover got better. But much to your dismay, he wasn't having it with you.

"Baby, can I come in?" you knocked on the door of Chris' home studio.

Silence.

"Chris, baby, please," you tried again, but you were still met with silence. You let out a sigh as you ambled back towards the living room, deciding to just give him space and talk it out whenever he's ready.

Chris was naturally a forgiving person, a little tougher on his members, but a complete sweetheart when it comes to you. So when he gave you the silent treatment for the very first time that day, you didn't know what to do.

So, you waited.

A couple of hours passed, three and a half, now, to be exact, you heard Chris' door unlock. You immediately perked up at the sound, quickly scurrying on your feet to meet him.

"Chris, I'm sorry," you apologized with your head hung low, eyes on the ground, and fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

Nothing. Nothing, but the cold breeze of Chris passing by, giving you no due attention. He sauntered towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, paying more attention to the cold food items that were displayed in front of him.

How you wish you were the half-eaten cheesecake now, huh?

Having enough with his torturous act, you were set on using the two tricks you had up your sleeves -- 1) faking an injury, as petty as that sounds, you were desperate, and 2) luring him with something he likes, be it an innocent gesture or a daring one, you would practically do anything at this point.

With your first plan in mind, you crept up behind him and positioned yourself near the edge of the marble kitchen island, placing your hip at the sharp corner so that it would appear as if you bumped against it.

From a third person's point of view, you probably looked stupid, scratch that, you did look stupid, but you were set on breaking Chris' silent streak.

"Ah!" you yelped in pain, hands quickly coming up to clutch your right side. You dropped on the ground, still maintaining your hold on your "injured" torso.

As soon as you cried out in pain, Chris hurried to your side.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked with a worried expression plastered on his face. His cold demeanor immediately melting once he saw you clutching your side. "What happened, babygirl?" he crouched down to meet your level.

"I accidentally hit the edge of the counter," you said. "Come here, baby," Chris placed your arms around his neck as he scooped you up from the ground, carrying you bridal style towards the living room.

"Show me where it hurts, love," Chris ordered as he sat you down with him. He carefully moved you on his lap, making you straddle him.

"Right here," you pointed towards a random patch of skin on your right side. Chris placed his hand over the supposedly injured area, gently soothing it with the warmth that radiated from his palm.

Adding the icing on the cake, you hissed in pain as his hand came in contact with your skin. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I got you," Chris cooed as he planted a kiss on your cheek, in hopes of making you feel better.

He lifted your shirt up a bit, allowing him to inspect for any cuts or damage to your skin. "Do you want me to go get an ice pack?" Chris offered. "No, it's fine," you replied.

"Alright, just tell me if need anything," Chris responded as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your exposed skin, tugging your shirt back down as he pulled away.

You nuzzled your face into his neck, in an attempt to conceal the grin that was forming on your lips. Completely fooled by your actions, Chris continued rubbing your side as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"Does it hurt anywhere else, baby?" Chris asked and you nodded. "Here," you pulled away from him and pointed towards your chest. He shot you a puzzled look, confused as to why your chest would hurt when you claimed that you bumped your side.

"Because I was trying to apologize to my boyfriend a couple of hours ago, but instead, he gave me the silent treatment," you pouted.

Chris bursted out in laughter as he heard your response.

"It's true. I followed him around like a lost puppy, but he locked himself inside his studio. Totally unfair and uncalled for," you continued and Chris shook his head in disbelief, his laughter coming to a stop as he calmed down.

"I could say the same thing about what happened last night," Chris challenged, raising one eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry. I know I was being stupid. I should've called you or at least shot you a message from my friend's phone to let you know that I was coming home late. I just thought that if I called, I was going to end up bothering you, considering that it was such an ungodly hour," you explained, fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

"(Y/n), you could never be a bother to me," Chris said, "And did you honestly think that I could sleep knowing that you were out there?"

"I was so worried about you. Thank Jisung for having one of your friend's number because I was this close to losing it," Chris stated.

"I know. I'm really sorry," you pressed a kiss to his lips. "I promise I won't do it again, forgive me?" you added, pecking his lips once more.

"I can't stay mad at you," Chris let out a defeated sigh. "Of course. I forgive you, babygirl," he gave you a small smile.

You cheered and pulled him in for a hug, momentarily forgetting about your said injury.

"Do you feel better now?" Chris teased as he poked your sides, making you jolt in surprise. "Christopher!" you squealed, bursting in a fit of giggles as you realized that you've been caught red-handed.

Well, at least the intentions of your plan worked.

"You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures," you shrugged and Chris chuckled in amusement. He leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"You're lucky you're cute."

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On and off - Thomas Shelby smut

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Warnings: swearing & smut

Word count: 2.1K

AN: please give any feedback on smut and what you want to see next? Tried a different writing style...

he seemed to be the ex that you couldn’t get over. You couldn’t escape him as hard as you tried, so why were you surprised when he showed up on your doorstep, soaked from the lashing rain that was falling outside at two am.

“You said we were over,” you muttered as you rubbed your sleepy eyes. You were actually awake, feeling sorry for yourself because of how different you wanted your life to be. Somehow you still wanted your relationship to work, despite how much he continued to push you away. You were too good for him, too proper for him, and most of all, you were too nice for him.

These were just assumptions. No one had rarely seen you get wound up, never seen you break or pushed you to that point, because no one needed to. But it was certainly brewing.

“I just wanted to see you,” he slurred.

You sighed, “Ex’s shouldn’t want to see each other though Tommy.”

He pushed the door open slightly, suggesting he came in, and you let him. Gave in to him again. I mean, how couldn’t you?

“Y/n, I don’t want you to be upset.”

“Tommy, if you’ve came here to say the same thing I’ve already heard, then politely fuck off,” you were starting to get annoyed at the assumption you were too nice, because you weren’t. You just gave off that impression. You gave everyone their first chance, as you believed they should, but depending on that, you would give your side. You were caring, but wouldn’t dare to be crossed.

“I’ll always love you, bu-“

“But, I’m too nice. I couldn’t deal mentally with what you do. How you make your money. Well Tommy, you’ve got me very wrong. But that’s your choice, now please” You spoke quickly, “get out of my fucking house.”

You could see the defeat in his face. He meant well, but he was pushing it and you were coming close to breaking point at being nice anymore. He left quickly after that, muttered a bye then disappeared in the horrific night.

The next morning you were awoken with loud bangs coming from your front door. Sighing as you walked towards it, “Tommy, how many times have i to te- oh hi Ada.”

Ada pushed her and baby Karl straight past you, “get ready. It’s happening today, and I’ve got a point to make.”

“Bloody hell Ada. Some context.”

“Billy Kimber.”

“Funeral attire by the looks of it then.” You snorted, and Ada laughed, “yes, the point we are making.” following her into the bedroom.

“Understood,” you agreed, then making an effort to dress solely in black, just exactly how you would if it was their funeral. You and Ada had in fact been friends for a while, you were in Johns year at school and had gotten close to him therefor you were always at the Shelby household. No one expected that yourself and Mr Thomas Shelby would ever become anything, but circumstances change before the war. He promised the world to you in his letters. Always telling you that you both would be married and have children on his return, but deep down you knew that the war changed that outcome and his outlook on life in general.

You had barely gotten time to think before Ada had you storming up the road, in the distance up the empty street you could see a group of men. You and Ada split off as you reached them, both pushing through the men who you assumed were Billy Kimber’s.

“Ada,” Freddie seethed.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you woman doing,” Tommy shouted.

Ada continued to scream, rambling on about people having family’s at home. How they are all worried, and would be attending their funeral. But of course, Billy likes to mock, and made a fly away comment. You were stood at an angle to Billy’s men, so the gun that was in your hand was out of their sight, slightly tucked under your skirt.

Danny Wizz-bang had already lunged towards Billy on the back of his comment. Billy’s men shooting him dead, dropping to the ground instantly. Guns were now raised on both ends, Ada shouting for them to lower them, while Billy moved forward shooting into Tommy’s direction, managing to shoot him in the left shoulder.

Your eyes shot red, without the slightest hesitation, lifted the gun from your stockings, turning and shooting him straight in the head. You got there before anyone else did. The silence was loud as Tommy’s men couldn’t quite get their head around you, the nicest woman they had met, you had just shot someone dead without hesitation.

Billy’s men instantly raised their weapons in your direction, but didn’t shoot, “Tommy and Billy fought fairly. He didn’t win, end of story. Now fuck off” you ordered, turning and marching through the peaky lot before disappearing into the Shelby household.

Not even a few minutes later, the group followed and pulled in a wounded tommy. You didn’t even bat an eyelid, used to this shit, it was his shoulder. He would survive. But it still wasn’t nice seeing him in pain.

You sat in silence, while Jeremiah Jesus worked on trying to get the bullet out of Tommy’s pierced skin, downing whiskey after whiskey. No one seemed to talk to you, instead looked at you with worry. Their outlook on you had changed within the space of 20 minutes.

Tommy was now up, the bullet was now out of his skin and we were then all pushed into the room where Danny Wizz-bang’s body lay before us. You had rarely seen a dead body, infact everyone seemed to shield you from the violence but not today. You stood to the right of Tommy, it didn’t bother you in the slightest. He kept giving you an eye, full of concern, unsure how you were going to act.

You zoned out when Tommy spoke, you had never really spoke to Danny before. So this wasn’t much of a deal to you personally, you were awakened from your thoughts when Tommy was shoving a bottle infront if you, “Danny Wizz-bang,” you spoke, raising the bottle then downing a bit before passing it on to John for him to do the same. It went round the group that surrounded the table, before it got back to Tommy.

The place was lively, full of people drinking, and talking of heading to the Garrison. You couldn’t be arsed, sick of the sight of Tommy looking over at you constantly.

“Why do you keep looking at me?,” you spat. Having enough of him.

“You just killed an enemy of mine without even blinking an eyelid.”

“You all seem to think I’m so nice, eh. Not the right woman for Tommy, eh. Well I’m done being fucking nice.” The pause was loud, as you walked to the door, “and may I add, that did not bother me in the slightest. You all have just shielded me so much you didn’t know how much I could handle.” Slamming the door behind you, turning up to go back to your house.

“You’ve got to give her a chance Tommy. She’s tougher than you think.” Ada advised her older brother. Tommy nodding in response, knowing he was starting to realise what he really had.

You were in your house not only five minutes before he burst the door open, finding you sipping a whiskey on your couch, “I’m not going to keep doing this tommy. This is the second time in two months.”

He had done this before, and like you, couldn’t stay away. He couldn’t bare to walk past you in the street, perhaps you being with another man. It would tip him over the edge that he was already so very close to.

“We’re not going to keep doing it. I’ll give credit where it’s due.” He started to come closer to you, taking your hands in his, pulling you up to him, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

He took your hand placing it at the back of his neck, twisting his hair in between your fingers. You pulled him into you, pressing a kiss onto his lips. He pulled you in closer, hands holding your waist.

“I love you Tommy. When will you fucking realise that.” You whispered to him, your forehead touching his. He smiled, “I love you.”

He pulled your face into his, his fingers intertwined in your h/c hair. Their tongues intertwined with each other’s, as the kiss deepened. You started to unbuckle his trousers, dropping them revealing his already hard length. You pulled back from the kiss and dropped to your knees, not breaking eye contact as you took his erected length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. He let out a soft moan, carfullly moving your hair out of your face. You started to suck on it, bobbing your head up and down, satisfying him, as he threw his head back in pleasure.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he just longed to fuck you hard. He pulled you off your knees, taking your hand into his as he pulled you into the bedroom, pushing you back on the bed as he lifted up your dress over your head. He traced his fingers over your thigh, placing soft kisses as he went reaching your pussy he pulled down your black lace thongs off, you flicked them off your legs. He placed two fingers in between your slit, running up and down slowly, “wet eh?” Pushing his finger into you, slowly going in and out,

“Tommy.” You breathed. He smiled before pushing a second finger and going a more steady pace, pulling them out and sticking his thick shaft into you, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You started to arch your back, gripping at his hands, and he started to increase his pace, beginning to thrust at a rapid pace.

You pulled back, and pushed him back onto the bed, sitting on top of his erect penis, slowly bouncing on the tip, every few bounces pushing it all the way in. He threw his head back, mouth just ever so slightly open, “y/n” he stuttered.

You instantly started to ride him, his body almost non existent, starting to twitch at how close he was becoming. “Make me cum,” he edged you on, “please.”

You give him a smirk, before increasing the pace, he gripped your thighs, rocking you as you took the lead. Bouncing on his cock, was making you very close, bouncing as you both came to the high, falling into his bare chest, both of you breathing heavily attempting to recover from the love that you both had made.

Following the weeks of the murder of Billy Kimber, you noticed a drastic change in how people treated you. People would always still mutter a hello, however would step out of your way, and you were close to being feared just about as much as Tommy himself.

You were walking Into the shop, placing your coat down as you went to make a cup of tea before starting the day. You noticed Polly staring at you, “what are you looking at pol?” You laughed slightly, turning to face her, cup of tea in hand.

“Come here,” she motioned towards you, cupping your left boob into her hand. You furrowed your brows, wondering what the fuck she was doing, “your pregnant. It’s a boy.”

You were in total disbelief, you stumbled back into a chair closest to you, “fuck sake.”

“Tommy’s?” She asked, and you gave her a look of disgust, “yes obviously it’s Tommy’s.”

“For fuck sake”, you moaned, just as Tommy himself walked into the shop. Placing a kiss on your cheek as he walked past into his office, you rolled your eyes at pol who raised her eyes brows in response. Sighing following him into the office, “morning.”

You sighed, “got something to tell ya.” He placed the bit of paper that was in his hands down, turning his full attention onto you. “eh, I’m pregnant”

His eyes went wide, “are ye really?” He smiled, quickly getting up and making his way over to you, taking your hands into his.

“Boy.” You could barely string a sentence together, you knew he would be happy but with how rocky everything was recently you were slightly unsure.

“Boy eh? Someone coming for my crown.” He repeated, “this is great news, now go home. No woman of mine will be working here while carrying my child”, he ordered.

He placed a kiss onto your lips, soft, sweet, “I love you so much, you have no idea,” he muttered to you.

“I love you too, and baby boy,”

“And baby boy,” he repeated, a wide smile spread across his face.

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