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gojo-enthusiast · 1 month

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Kento Nanami — No Words, Only Moans

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18+, MDI, degrading, angry sex, overstimulation—

Your darling husband Kento Nanami was not happy with you today. You had always known he was a rather patient husband, so you naturally got away with little back talk, and snarky remarks. This morning you made your husband late for work, when you decided late at night to rearrange his shoes and clothes, you hadn’t realized you didn’t hang his dress shirt he wore for missions, now his laundry is wrinkled, and on the floor. Gojo now calling Kento asking him where he is at?

All through out the day, you had called him asking him common sense questions, like “what are your thoughts on white bread and wheat bread” but to you, you were seeking attention from your agitated husband, and seeing him getting frustrated by your actions, only fueled for you to piss him off more. Finally after the last call, Kento finally was done with your attitude. “Fuck, quit calling me for the rest of the day. You’re driving me berserk.” He snaps. “Excuse me?” You ask in an agitated tone. “You have been picking on me all day, if you don’t have an emergency do not call me, I am working. Fuck— Itadori-Kun, don’t touch that! Gojo-San, you fucking dumbass!” He shouts, hanging up the phone. At this point you knew, you fucked up. Your ass was grass when he got home, he either was going to scold you, or not talk to you until he cools down.

You paced around the living room, as 5PM hit, meaning your husband was going to be home in 17 minutes. Sitting on the couch, cuddled under a blanket, biting your nails. You see the nob turn, and keys dangling. You hear a light mutter behind the door, and a frustrated grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You think to yourself. You rushed to the bathroom, instantly turning the hot water on for a bath, knowing your husband was going to be angry with you, you were trying to soften up his feelings as much as possible. As you hear the front door slam shut. You begin to start putting some epsom salts and essential oils in the bath, something to calm him down. Your heart is racing, your skin has chill bumps. You lacked much cursed energy, so you lived your life as a normal person, but at this moment, you sensed his presence the closer he got, until he was at the bathroom door, staring at you.

“Hey Ken— I drew you a bath.” You lightly said, watching him loosen his tie, you could see his blue shirt was still wrinkled, and he looked disheveled. “Let me take your clothes and I’ll wash and iron them.” You add lightly. Your husband has YET to say a word. You walk over to him, grabbing the tie that was bundled in his hands, and begin to unbutton his shirt, wanting to take full care of your Kento. You felt his head droop down, his mouth next to your ear.

“Listen to me carefully.” He says in a seductive growl. “You’re not allowed to speak, until I say you’re allowed the speak.” He says, making your heart race even faster, “take off your clothes and bend over the counter… now.” He growls. You look up to say something, but you knew if you did so, you might be the next thing he exercises. You look up at him, with your innocent doe eyes, pleading with him to be easy on you. But you saw clear in his eyes, tonight is about him, and him only, he will use you till his hearts content. “Now.” He says louder. You nod lightly, pulling your nightgown off, only left in your silk panties, that you hadn’t even realized you soaked in your arousal. “Wtf is wrong with me?” You think to yourself.

You bend over the counter, hearing your husband turn off the tub, and then come up behind you, his clothed manhood pressed against you, as he gently rubs the fat of your ass, before he lands a hard slap on it. Making your legs shake, and a yelp coming out of your lips. “HUSH!” He shouts. You close your mouth, feeling your arousal slip out of you. “Look at you, soaked. Is this what you wanted, you act like a fucking brat all day, for me to fuck you?” He hisses, he was beyond furious, you could feel the heat coming off his body. He peeled your underwear off, dropping it at your ankles. A moment later, you feel him push a silicone item inside your hole, your walls hugging it so perfectly. “Ah—“ you moan. Then another slap on your ass. You covered your mouth. “Fuck, Do you not fucking listen?” He asks. You nodded, and then stifled the moan that almost escaped your mouth when you felt the machine turn on. “Stand there, and take it. I’m gonna take a bath.” Kento smirks to himself. “Don’t you fucking dare move or talk. I only give you permission to moan.”

Kento watched you as he sat in the bath, relaxing after a long day. He watched you as the vibrator which he controlled on a remote, made you cum over and over and over. It had been the 5th time now, you were crying in pleasure, you couldn’t speak, but your moans were confirming to him, that you were wanting to be fucked merciless. Your hearing had gone in and out, but you heard your husband step out of the bath and walk up to you. He pulled the device out of you, and quickly replaced it with his cock. Instantly slamming into you. “You little slut, you like it when I fuck you like this? You’re gonna fuckin take it.” He grunts, his hips were like a stallion, he slammed them forcefully and fucked you stupid. You felt him pick you up, showcasing yourself to the mirror. “Watch how I fuck your slutty cunt. Watch how I fix that brattiness.” He grunts in your ear, you sat there and watch your husband fuck up into you roughly, “Ken-“ you groan, feeling so overstimulated. “SHUT UP!” he shouts, biting your shoulder. You yelped out from the bite, feeling your stomach tingle, “shut up shut up shut up!” He chanted, he didn’t want to hear you, he wanted to hear nothing come out of your mouth. “I only want to hear your pussy, she listens, unlike you.” He growls, slamming faster, placing his hand on your clit, rubbing quickly. He loved the way you would clamp down on him as you were approaching an orgasm.

You blacked out after squirting all over the mirror, you woke up 10 minutes later, to you lied on your stomach, and your back arched. Kento was slamming into you still. His cock was throbbing, he had busted already, yet he needed more. “Fuck!! You make me so fucking angry. You never fucking listen.” He says as he thrust. “Kenny, I’m sorry baby. Please slow down.” You moan, feeling your walls and stomach tighten again. “I can’t hear anything, I can’t hear anything you’re saying.” He grunted, he was so entranced and addicted to your pussy that nothing you could do, could calm him the fuck down. “Please, ah- Kenny.” You whimpered, you moaned so deliciously, making his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, I could fuck you forever. I don’t want to hear— hear your words, I just want to hear you cry for more.” Kento groaned, his cock was so sensitive, yet he couldn’t stop. “Ken, feels so so good. I’ll be so so good now, I just-just missed you so so much.” You moan out. “I wont ever leave you.” He moaned into your ear, as his thrust began to get sloppy, and his head next to yours. You felt him pull out, flipping you over, inserting himself back into you sopping sensitive cunt. He thrust quickly, while her hand found your clit and rubbed it quickly. “Cum, now.” He grunted, as his cock twitched and started shooting out inside of you. “Ah yes yes yes!” You chanted, cumming and squirting all over his cock. “Kento, please slow down.” You moaned, feeling your legs spasm. You simply couldn’t take it anymore. “Water, I need water.” You groan. Your husband’s vision, finally clearing and his head less foggy. “Hmm?” He hummed as he slid out, and lied beside you, slipping off the bed to grab water. You stared at his figure, as his cock began to finally soften, and he looked thoroughly satisfied. He handed you a bottle water, and you downed it like you were dehydrated. “I’m sorry kento.” You pout. He kissed your forehead, and whispered. “I’m not done with you yet. You better get your breather in, you messed with me for 8 hours, we have 5 more hours to go.” He said, as you watched his cock swole back up. The only thought in your head— “oh fuck, I really fucked up.”

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hrhzaratindall · 11 months

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Zara Tindall at the Epsom Derby 2023

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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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i had an idea for matt but idk if it was good but reader who is matt’s neighbor and she always drops stuff off for him like a new first aid kit and food because she knows he’s daredevil and matt has no idea who does it till he catches her one day

like super fluffy

hi nonnie!

I actually LOVED this idea and thought it was super cute, so thank you so much for requesting it! 💘

warning: slight angst, cavity inducing fluff word count: 2.7k

[part two]

care packages

The first time it happened, Matt hadn’t thought much of it. He simply thought he’d placed an order that he had forgotten about, tossed the package containing a first aid kit and other items into his bathroom, and called it a day. Ever since taking down Fisk, the caseload at Nelson and Murdock had nearly quadrupled, and all the remaining crime lords in Hell’s Kitchen were competing for the vacant throne. Needless to say, Matt hadn’t been sleeping more than usual, and if you asked him what day it was, he probably couldn’t even tell you.

But then it happened again. And again. And again. And again.

Every couple of weeks, a new package arrived at Matt’s door, and the contents varied with each box. Some of them contained first aid kits, bottles of ibuprofen, other over the counter medications, ice packs, epsom salts, and various other supplies. Other times there were carefully packaged homemade dishes and freshly baked treats. Foggy and Karen both swore it wasn’t them, and even inspected the packages on Matt’s behalf. There wasn’t ever a note left, or anything written on the boxes, so none of them could figure out where they were coming from. Foggy lit up like a child on Christmas morning every time Matt entered the office with a new batch of goodies, and Matt couldn’t deny how nice it was to have a break from all the takeout. Whoever was leaving the packages was an excellent cook, and an incredibly skilled baker, but not knowing who was leaving the packages or why was driving Matt absolutely insane.

Between both of his hectic lives, he didn’t have much time to investigate where the packages were coming from. He had asked his neighbors on a whim if they had seen anything, but they didn’t have a clue either. On the rare occasion when Matt did have an off day, he camped out on his couch in anticipation, hoping the next care package would arrive while he was home.

But it never did.

Karen had suggested leaving his business card taped to his front door, making the argument that it had his name and phone number on it in case whoever it was felt brave enough to contact him. But Matt was hesitant, because he wasn’t sure if the person leaving the care packages was leaving them for him, or for the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, and the latter made him nervous. He had no idea if they had made the connection, and he didn’t want to make it for them.

For two months, Matt drove himself completely crazy trying to solve the mystery.

By some miracle, or the grace of God, Matt was home at a normal time one Thursday evening. He was in the kitchen loosening his tie and reaching for a beer in the fridge when he smelled it. A familiar scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that had been infused with cinnamon and nutmeg. The exact same chocolate chip cookies that had been left in front of his door four times in the past two months. The ones Foggy had dubbed, “crack cookies”. They were, in his defense, highly addictive.

Matt instantly froze, focusing solely on the sound of light footsteps approaching his door from the side of the hallway by the stairwell. The person’s heartbeat was steady, and they were humming softly to themselves as they bent down to place the package directly in front of Matt’s door. Matt abruptly slammed his fridge shut, racing towards his front door to fling it open like a madman, nearly tearing it off the hinges in the process and earning a shocked gasp from you as you were still knelt in front of his door.

He cocked his head to the side slightly, noting the sharp uptick in rhythm of your heart rate as you stared wide eyed up at him, fingers gripping tightly onto the sides of the container. For a moment, neither of you said anything, until the scent of cortisol creeping into your bloodstream snapped Matt back into focus.

“Are…are you the person that’s been leaving these?”

Letting out a shaky breath, you swallowed thickly as you gave a slight nod of your head.

“I…um…yeah.”

Your voice was timid and quiet as it came out, and there was something familiar about it. There was also something incredibly familiar about your scent, but Matt couldn’t quite place it. Your heart was thundering loudly in Matt’s ears, and he could hear the anxiety in every shuddering breath you took in. As his tongue darted out to quickly wet his lips, he slowly extended his hand out towards you.

“Do you…will you come in?”

Glancing between Matt’s outstretched hand and the dish in your own, you stared up at him silently for a moment. It suddenly occurred to him that his reaction might have made you more tense than the fact that you had been caught, and he pulled his lips into a gentle half smile.

“I’m not upset. I just…want to talk to you, if that’s alright?”

His words seem to put you at ease, and you carefully placed your hand into his own, allowing him to pull you up to your feet. Matt liked how soft your hand felt in his own, and he reluctantly let go to step back to grant you space, gesturing for you to come inside. After closing his door, he followed you cautiously into his living room, tuning all of his senses into you as you turned around to face him while still clutching the dish in your hands. There was something recognizable about you, but Matt for the life of him couldn’t place what it was.

“Um…I guess the obvious first question is…why you’re leaving all these care packages?”

Matt kept his voice even and gentle, not wanting you for a second to think that he was upset. As far as he could tell, you were leaving them with genuine intentions, and while that warmed his heart, he still wanted to know why. He caught the way you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth and tilted your head to stare down at the dish in your hands, taking in a deep, shaky breath before answering.

“Because you saved my life.”

Matt’s lips parted slightly in surprise, cocking his head to the side slightly as he took a step closer towards you and fixed his gaze in your direction with an expression of confusion.

“I…I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ve represented you-”

“You were wearing a different suit.”

Matt’s entire body instantly went rigid. You did know who he was. Panic started to rise in his chest, and his brain wasn’t working fast enough to come up with some kind of lie or excuse to protect his identity.

“I…I don’t…I t-think you must have me confused with someone else-”

“Those men didn’t just want to rob me. They wanted to hurt me. They followed me home from that bar and pulled me into that alley. If you…hadn’t shown up when you did, they probably would’ve killed me, or left me there after they did what they really wanted to. I…I’m honestly not sure which would’ve been worse.”

Matt stilled hearing the way your voice trembled, tasting the fear that built in the corners of your eyes as the memory sent a shiver cascading down your spine. Suddenly it all clicked into place. That’s why he remembered you. He recognized your voice because he remembered hearing your frenzied cries for help from the rooftop. He recalled the scent of you lingering beneath his nose while he held you comfortingly to his chest as you gripped onto his shoulders, begging him not to leave you alone in the dark. After taking care of the men that had attacked you, he’d waited with you until the cops came, doing his best to keep you calm and reassuring you that you were safe.

Your name tumbled from his lips before he could stop himself.

“Y/N.”

He remembers asking for it that night. He remembers repeating it back to you soothingly, enjoying the way it tasted on his tongue while wiping your tears away with his gloved fingers. He remembers the sweet melody of your voice as you thanked him endlessly, and the way you struggled to let go of his hand once the police arrived and he had to disappear into the darkness.

He noted the way your lips tugged into the faintest of smiles as you nodded.

“You remembered.”

Matt had wanted to find you, as himself, to offer you legal representation if you wanted to build a case. But with things being so hectic lately, he never got the chance. Another wave of confusion settled over his features when he took another step forward towards you.

“Wait, but how did you-”

“I live in this building. I saw you on the roof about a week later.”

Matt’s lips parted slightly at your words, giving a slight nod of his head to encourage you to continue.

“I was up there kinda late one night. There was a lunar eclipse that was supposed to be visible at a certain time, and I wanted to see it. I saw you. You disappeared through that door on the roof, and I thought it just went to a stairwell, but none of the stairwells I found led to that same door. I kinda put it together that it only led to your apartment…and it wasn’t that hard to figure out which one was yours from there.”

“So…you didn’t…know that I was-”

“No. I didn’t know who you were, not really. I never saw you again after that. I just…you looked like you were hurt that night. I wanted to do something…something to help you. I felt like I owed you.”

Matt pursed his lips as he shook his head quickly, letting a dry chuckle escape his mouth.

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“I owe you my life.”

Matt paused at the sincerity in your voice, noticing that it came out a lot firmer as you spoke those words. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides as you let out a soft sigh, turning around to place the dish of cookies on his coffee table.

“Look, I’m sorry if I…I freaked you out or anything. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to do something nice for you since you saved me. I figured you probably go through a lot of first aid kits and don’t have much time to cook with your busy night job.”

Matt chuckled softly as a light smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, placing his hands on his hips as he followed your movements.

“That’s an understatement. Can I…can I ask…why you didn’t say anything? I mean, you never knock or leave a note or anything.”

Nibbling at your bottom lip, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and shrugged lightly as you fiddled with a ring around your finger.

“I told you, I didn’t wanna freak you out. I’m sure you wear the mask for a reason. I…wanted to respect your privacy. Look, you don’t owe me anything, certainly not an explanation. You don’t have to tell me anything at all, and I would never tell anyone about this, I swear.”

The steady, strong rhythm of your heartbeat had Matt’s chest swelling with gratitude. He knew you were telling the truth.

“I believe you.”

There was a faint smile pulling at your lips as you stared at him, and Matt desperately wanted to know what you saw, and what you were thinking. He didn’t think it was a coincidence someone like you had fallen into his lap. He didn’t believe in coincidences. But he did believe in divine intervention. What were the odds of him saving your life, being your neighbor, and the recipient of your unwavering kindness and genuine understanding?

“I…I’m not a doctor, or a medical professional by any means, but I do know my way around a first aid kit. I’m also a horrible insomniac, so I’m usually awake at ungodly hours throughout the night. If you ever…need…or want any help, I just live a floor down. I’m in 5C.”

“I…thank you. And thank you for all of the care packages.”

“Thank you for saving my life.”

Matt felt his cheeks heat up at the candor in your voice. He didn’t get thanked often for what he did every night, not that the praise was his main motivator, but they were still two words he didn’t hear all that much. The people he took down certainly weren’t thanking him for sending them to prison, and sometimes the people he saved were in too much shock to speak, or he had to take off before he got caught by the cops. But something about the way the gentle inflection of your voice dripped into his ears like honey had warmth spreading throughout his entire body. He took another careful step towards you, extending his hand once again for you to take as his lips parted into a tender smile.

“Matthew. My name is Matthew.”

His heart started to beat a little faster feeling the way your mouth pulled into a smile of your own, reveling in the feeling of your soft hand slipping into his once again, fingers delicately curling around the bottom of his palm.

“It’s nice to meet you, Matthew. Officially.”

Matt keened at the way his name sounded falling from your lips, and he gave your hand a faint squeeze.

“It’s nice to meet you officially as well, Y/N.”

He didn’t miss the way your heart jumped slightly when he repeated your name, or the fact that neither one of you seemed to want to let go of the other’s hand.

“You know, my partner is going to be beyond excited that I’ve finally found the person responsible for those amazing cookies.”

Matt’s chest expanded with pride feeling the rise in temperature across your cheeks, lips parting slightly as your soft giggle hit his ears.

“Nice of you to share, Matthew.”

A wider smile tugged across his lips hearing you say his name again. He lightly stroked his thumb across your knuckle as he shrugged.

“I thought at first one of them was doing it, but neither of them are as good of a cook or a baker. You’re a hit in our office, by the way.”

“I am?”

“They ask me everyday if I’ve gotten a new care package. Obviously the edible ones are their favorite.”

Another soft giggle slipped past your stretched lips, and Matt found himself inching closer to the sound as heat spread down your neck and across your chest.

“They…they know, too?”

“They do.”

“Well, then they’re just as deserving.”

Matt found himself completely in awe of you, wondering how he had managed to find an angel when he walked the path of the Devil.

“Can I…can I take you to dinner? To say thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me-”

“I want to. You’ve provided me with a ton of dinners lately. I’d like to treat you to one.”

Matt angled his head to the side slightly as he listened to your heart’s tempo increase, enjoying the way you delicately tightened your hold on his hand as you took in a shaky breath.

“Well, how can I refuse my savior?”

“You can’t. It’s against the law actually.”

A large grin spread across your mouth at Matt’s playful tone, peering up at him with curiosity.

“Are you a lawyer, Matthew?”

“I am.”

An incredulous giggle escaped your mouth as your brows knit together in the center of your forehead.

“So, wait…lawyer by day, vigilante by night? How does that work, exactly?”

“I’ll let you know when I figure that out.”

Matt chuckled softly as you giggled, resisting the urge to reach his hand up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear like he had done the first night he met you.

“So, Friday night?”

“You know where to find me.”

“I do, now.”

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a-nemoiia · 3 months

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「 The old times 」

・Thomas Shelby x Reader・

Note: Can I write? No. Have I ever written anything before? No. But here's to new things. (English isn't my first language so I apologise in advance for any mistake)

Plot: Thomas Shelby finds himself face to face with someone from the past he had left behind long ago

Word count : around 1.6k

Warnings: None

Thomas's childhood seemed a lifetime ago or so he felt until now, while attending the Epsom race a glimpse of a familiar face stopped Thomas in his tracks. A face he hadn't seen since before the war, the face of the girl who had lived nearby and managed to force her way into little Tommy's life from the first day she stepped a foot in the neighbourhood where he lived, and then proceeded to share with him the long days of his childhood.

That was until Thomas decided to push her away...

Over the years Thomas had grown closer to y/n, closer than he ever intended. He knew what that feeling was, that warmth blossoming in his chest everytime she smiled and it frightened him, just as much as the possible threats of the uncertain future did.

So Thomas decided to take matters into his own hand, making sure to leave what they had behind, while breaking Y/n's heart in the process, he managed to turn the bond they once shared into nothing but a memory.

And as if he was telling fortune, what he feared happened not too long after when young y/n had to move out of Birmingham with her father, vanished without a trace after longing for Tommy's goodbye that never came.

Now here she was again after all these years, as beautiful as the memories of her which his heart still held tight to, making it the only good thing in his bleak world. "Thank you" she thanked the man behind the bar once he poured her drink, y/n took a sip hoping it'd help with the discomfort she felt in this place. she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, clearly overwhelmed by the noises around her but just when she was about to leave she heard the man next to her speak.

Thomas knew he should keep his distance, leaving the past in the past, but something compelled him to approach her, so he found himself walking over to her. He leaned against the bar and looked at the familiar woman, no longer the little girl she once was, with muddy shoes and scrapped kness.

"... It's been a long time...What brings you back after all this time?" the question escaped him. Y/n turned around to face the man standing next to her, she frowned her eyebrows in confusion, before she responded "I'm sorry...Do you know me?" she asked.

When the realization hit Thomas his heart heart sank, she didn't remember him... He took a moment to compose himself, licked his lips and straightened his posture, no longer looking at her, he said "My bad, sweatheart... It seems I mistook you for someone else. My apologies" he lit a cigarette between sentences to calm his troubled thoughts, Thomas couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, but he managed to hide it well behind the usual cool facade "May I ask what brings you here today?"

"I'm here with my boyfriend, He's got a horse in the race" she answered as she looked about her surroundings in an attempt to avoid the man's heavy gaze on her. Thomas raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the mention of the said boyfriend. He leaned against the bar slightly, with a low voice he asked "A horse in the race, you say? Well...What's the name of the horse? Perhaps I've heard of it." the hint of jealousy he felt hiding well behind the curiosity in his tone.

"It's 'Wonder'. what about you... What brings you here? Got a horse in the race yourself?" y/n's gaze finally returned to his steel one, he nodded as he took a drag of his cigarette, "I do 'Grace's Secret', she's a beauty. But I'm afraid my interests goes beyond horses and betting tonight"

Thoughtfully, she repeated the name "Grace's secret...a woman then?Judging by the name." she asked watching a smirk display itself on the gentleman's face" you've got quite the intuition" He turned fully to address the lady next to him "Apologies, I didn't introduce myself properly. My name's Thomas Shelby. But around here, most people just call m-" Thomas took a moment to process y/n's reaction, he noticed a smile tug at her lips, a smile not with surprise, but familiarity the she masked well minutes ago.

Tracing the rim of the empty glass, she looked down ".... Been a long time, Tommy" she finally said, barely above a whisper, as if she's talking to herself more than him, "indeed, 15 years." Thomas added, as if he had counted every night since the day he made the decision for both of them, "15 years..." y/n found herself echoing, feeling the weight of these lost years. They both held gaze for a few seconds, no words came, as if silently grieving their stolen youth, mourning what should've been.

Suddenly, Thomas's gaze flickered behind y/n, making her turn her head to see what caught his attention, there near the stairs stood a blond woman, with her attention fixed on him just like his on her. "excuse me, I have to go" Thomas felt a pang of regret as he watches y/n expression change. He stubbed his cigarette as he hurried towards the he blonde head woman.

Y/n stood there and watched them disappear into the crowd, feeling a twinge of disappointment, she scoffed to herself, thinking about how dared to break her heart years ago just to simply allow someone else to fill her place "Bastard..." she whispered under her breath, surprised at how easy it is to reopen old wounds.

With the start of the race, the crowd around her thinned, y/n inhaled a deep breath and took a seat at on of the tables, not sure of what she's waiting for, or whom she's waiting for, lost in her thoughts she failed to notice the blond head taking a seat opposite from her until she spoke "Betting or participating?" the blond lady asked, her gaze fixed a head "neither" y/n answered briefly.

Silence stretched before she spoke again. "My name's Grace, by the way. I couldn't help but notice you earlier with Thomas" she turned her head, and her blue eyes landed on y/n. "so you're Grace huh?" y/n ask her, already aware of the answer "heard of me? Weird how Tommy never mentioned you" Grace said, with a hint of bitterness but y/n held firm "Only today." y/n answered frankly.

Grace pursed her lips and said "Thomas and I share history" She held her chin up as she stated, which made Y/n smirked slightly "History? must have been brief, I don't recall seeing you in Small Heath when I was around." Grace's jaw tensed slightly, her composure wavering "And neither were you when I knew him." she bit back, before she threw her last card "I'm carrying his child... He knows"

Her words felt like a splash of cold water, y/n felt the sharp pang of pain make it's way between her ribbs, but she remained composed, as her eyes drifted to Grace's hand resting on the table, y/n titled her head to the side as she spoke "I don't recall seeing one on Tommy's hand" referring to the ways wedding band on Grace's finger.

Startled, Grace quickly withdrawed her hands from view. As if it'll make her unsee it "He told me to wait for hi-" she began, but y/n cut her off "Tommy does love to keep people waiting, doesn't he?" y/n's gaze wandered around at the sight of the crowd leaving, announcing the end of the event. "Not me. Not when there's love." Grace spoke again, getting y/n's attention once more.

Letting out a quite sigh, y/n drifted her gaze to the worker writing down the race results on the board "Did you know Tommy could always spot a losing horse? That Rom blood in him..." y/n remarked. Just then, results were displayed in full view, as Grace's Secret placed third. Y/n's eyes met Grace's one last time. "I think luck might have abandoned the Irish today." With that, y/n held her purse and took her leave.

With hurried steps, y/n headed towards the gates, making her way out, eager to leave this place, but a tug on her arm halted her steps. "Y/n, wait!..." Thomas called for her "... Let's go talk somewhere, eh? Just you and I" he said, his blue eyes searching hers for approval, but y/n's were on the blonde women still seated where she left her, waiting just like he told her to.

looking back into Thomas's eyes, y/n pointed out "Always fond of keeping others waiting Tommy", Tommy's gaze shifted between the two of them, before his gaze settled on y/n "The worst already happened that night 15 years ago y/n..." His said, his voice heavy with regret.

Y/n fought with herself, her heart unable to deny the longing it felt to the man standing right before her eyes, feelings for him buried deep but never gone, she sighed "That was too long ago. things changed" but Thomas couldn't disagree less.

Shaking his head, Thomas took a step towards her, closing the distant, he softly spoke "No, no, not this, this never changed", Y/n looked up into his blue eyes, noticing how the ghost of a gentle smile tugged at his lips, before he whispered “How about we both keep them waiting this time? Come with me to Polly's house... just the both of us, like old times, eh?”

The shared memory from their old lifes and the simpler days, brought a smile to her lips. She found herself gently nodding "Just like old times, Tommy" she echod softly...

Taking his offered arm, they walked back to the house that once held them both, retracing their scattered memories across the familiar streets of small heath.

All kinds of criticism and advice are welcomed. I'm literally a lost puppy 🫶🏻

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby fanfic

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pinkypromisepascal · 1 year

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𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 (𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Summary: Tommy finds your diaries after you passed away

content warnings: angst, emotional Tommy, mention of character’s death

word count: 2.2k

/// this piece has only been proofread by myself, so forgive me for possible mistakes ///

It had been one month since Thomas Shelby had lost you, his beloved partner. Killed by one of Major Campbell’s minions during the Epsom races which you had accompanied him to to make sure the assassination of the Field Marshal went according to plan.

Although the plan had worked out like Thomas had imagined it with Lizzie luring the Field Marshal to a secret place, away from the busy race tracks, Thomas had been kidnapped by The Red Right Hand, leaving you on your own. While he had been busy fearing his own death, he would have never thought his significant other could be another target on Campbell’s list, he wasn’t even sure if The Red Right Hand had known about the sniper that had been hiding in the bushes near the wide and lonely field.

You had watched Tommy being dragged away by the three men. You had found a way to follow those men, unnoticed by them, and had hidden behind their car to listen to them.

After taking deep breaths, you had reached for the gun Tommy had given you and tucked behind your pants on that day. “Only for when you’re in danger, eh?”

Thomas had been ready to let go of his life right then and there, as he was taking the last drag of his supposedly last cigarette in his life. He had gotten pushed to his knees and had just sat there, eyes closed, taking a final deep breath. “In the bleak midwinter…”, he had mumbled.

At that point, his memories got foggy and confusing, and definitely one of the most haunting memories he had ever collected in his life. He only remembered being pushed into the grave that had been dug out for him, guns firing, but none of the bullets hitting him. And he remembered one very distinct sound. Despite his state in that moment, he had heard someone run across the field, the dirt scattering away beneath their shoes, and two final shots, more silent than the others.

Tommy had needed a few seconds before finally pushing himself up, taking in the scene in front of him. All three men that had kidnapped him were laying dead around the grave. A few steps behind, the other body had caught his eye. A wave of shock had run through him, his heart immediately sinking at the sight of you. He had slowly walked up to your corpse, as if he could have scared you if he was too loud.

He had knelt down next to you and pulled you onto his lap. The bullet had went straight through your forehead, just a few inches over your beautiful eyes that were still open. “I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry I took you with me.”, he had mumbled as he pressed your against his chest, tears streaming down his face.

It still pained Thomas to think of that day. Most of the days he felt like he was alright, but on some days your face flashed in front of his eyes, blood dripping down from the bullet’s exit wound and staining his clothes as he had held you against him. He still blamed himself for what happened, despite Pol telling him several times that it had been your own decision to risk your life and that you been aware it could go wrong.

Since your death, Thomas had avoided your room in Arrow House, the desire to find you there, sitting at your desk or on your bed and reading was too strong to be confronted with the harsh truth again.

But today, he felt like he needed to take in everything that was left of you. He wanted to feel as if you were still around, felt like it could clear his mind.

As soon as he entered your room, his heart started beating faster, a feeling of nausea started spreading. He could usually keep his emotions under control, but this time was different.

When Tommy had decided he wanted to have you around at his house to spend as much time as possible with you, you had talked him into turning one of the many bedrooms into your very own, where you could keep more personal things and where you could go to when Tommy was too much to handle. It had taken some convincing, but Tommy felt like he was falling for you all over again as he had watched you decorate your room, happily sorting your books into the shelves. “Should I order them by genre or by author, what do you think, Tommy?”

Standing in your room now, it still felt so alive to him. A scarf he had gotten you as a birthday present hung over the bed frame. He ran his hand over the soft, silky material. He knew it would still smell like you, but that didn’t stop him from grabbing and wrapping it around his neck. He took in your scent that immediately hung in the air.

Memories flooded his mind again and flashed in front of his eyes, your voices nothing more than just an echo bouncing of the walls of his mind. The first conversation with you at the garrison, your first time making him laugh after blurting out a nasty joke, your first kiss in your apartment where you had taken care of a wound on his chest. “It’s just a cut, you don’t have to-”

“Shut up, Tommy, I just don’t want to hear you whining when this gets infected”, you had insisted with a smirk.

Thomas smiled at the memories and thought about how your laugh would fill the room if you saw him wearing your scarf. He liked the idea of carrying something from you on him. “God, I miss the sound of your laugh so much…”, he breathed into the silence and ran a hand over his face as his feelings started to be too much again. He kept looking through your room, his eyes falling on the numerous bookshelves. He had never really been into reading, he always said he was too busy for that. Yet, he had adored the look on your face when he had bought you another pile of books.

Regret filled him now, realizing he should’ve taken the chance to read with you together and just enjoy a peaceful day. He regretted so much. He regretted taking you to Epsom with him, he regretted thinking you would be safe. And he abhorred the ugly truth that he didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye, you had died right after impact.

Thomas’ whole body tightened, a pressure built in his throat that made him want to scream. He clenched his fists at his side, his nostrils flared and his emotions cut off his air to breathe. He closed his eyes and focused on taking deep breaths. He turned his face towards the sun falling through the big window and let the warmth run through his body, giving him a sense of safety for now.

When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the big desk standing in front of the window. It always looked like you had just gotten up from it. You had never really had the urge to keep that desk neat and tidy, it was meant for getting lost in your own thoughts anyway, and not for work.

Tommy stepped closer and saw the notebooks scattered on the desk. He grabbed the nearest one and sat down on the floor, his back resting against the bed frame.

“Hope there’s nothing too private in here… If I find a dirty little secret of yours I can’t even confront you about it.”, he joked to make himself feel a little better. As he opened the book, several loose sheets of folded paper slipped out and fell into his lap.

He picked up one paper and unfolded it, discovering a drawing of himself, looking to the side and smiling with a cigarette in his hand. He couldn’t exactly make out the background of the drawing, but he assumed it was his private booth at the garrison. Thomas grabbed the other sheets of paper, finding another drawing of him and less detailed sketches of Aunt Pol, Arthur and Ada. “It’s a shame none of us were talented enough to draw you, love”

Another sheet happened to be a letter Thomas had written to you. He chuckled in disbelief. He remembered writing the letter after you told him that you loved his handwriting and suggested he’d try to put his feelings into written words instead of spoken ones, as he had always had trouble with that.

Tommy didn’t need to read the letter, he knew every word on that piece of paper by heart, he knew the feelings he had expressed on it. Instead, he turned to the journal again and started reading.

You had written about Tommy’s family and how they treated you. Arthur and John hadn’t been sure about you at first, Aunt Pol on the other hand didn’t need much time to accept you as part of the Shelby family, as well as Ada as soon as she saw how well you were taking care of her son Karl one night. Tommy was the last one to trust you. He had liked you from the beginning, he couldn’t deny that, but it had taken a lot of time to open up to you.

Another entry was just about him, and Tommy almost felt overwhelmed at the love that shined through your words. He read about how you thought he was one of the most interesting persons you had ever met and how you adored his soft, caring side he barely showed. Tommy remembered seeing your adoration for him in your eyes. Of course there had been times where you were mad at him for overworking or getting his family into trouble, but when he had a day off and took some time to relax, he was the best company you could wish for.

At the end of that entry, Thomas’ eyes widened and his heartbeat increased again.

𝐼 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒯ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒹ℴ:

𝐼 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝒯𝒽ℴ𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝒮𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒷𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉. 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶 𝓁ℴ𝓉, 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ ℯ𝓍𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒸ℯ𝒹 𝓈ℴ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℯ𝓉, 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂ℯ ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉ℴ 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝓈ℯℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃ℯ𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝓈𝒾𝒹ℯ.

𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝒸ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎. 𝐼 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝓂𝒾𝓈ℯ 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝓅 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅ℴ𝓇𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃ℯ𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂ℯ, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃ℯ𝓇, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓃ℯℯ𝒹 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℴ 𝒸𝓇𝓎 ℴ𝓃, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹ℯ𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓎 𝒷ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂ℯ, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓁ℴ𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂ℯ.

That little note was what broke Tommy. He felt his throat close up, his eyes starting to burn. His breath hitched and he decided to just let it happen, to let the tears stream down his face. He covered his mouth with one hand to muffle his sobbing.

His emotions were rushing through his body like flashes, paralyzing him and stopping him from exiting this state. All the bottled up guilt suddenly pressed against his skin from the insides, making his limbs ache and burn.

How could he let this happen to you? Why had he been so naive? Thinking you would be safe from Campbell?

Tommy’s head started throbbing, his throat still closed up and his stomach turned. He wanted to scream, to cry out loud and exhaust his body until he’d fall unconscious. Sorrow slowly turned into panic and fear, his stomach turned and Tommy felt like throwing up.

Tommy pushed the diary away and laid down on the floor, trying to get as much sun shining on his frame as possible. His eyes closed, he took deep breaths and stretched his arms to the side. “You’re gonna be ok, Thomas. Deep, controlled breaths.”, he whispered to himself.

A few breaths later, Tommy slowly calmed down, and acceptance started to set in. He knew he had to accept your death one day instead of internally denying it the whole time. He needed to accept that all that was left of you was this room, his memories of you, and of course the scarf around his neck that he would never take off again. He needed to cherish those things before his sadness kicked him off the edge for good. You were gone, and there was no way of bringing you back.

Thomas knew he wouldn’t be alone in this, he knew that his family would help him wherever they could, that they would help him clear his mind of the heavy fog that kept him from moving on.

After a few more minutes, Thomas felt like he could feel you laying on top him, your fingers softly caressing his face. He imagined you humming the melody of your favorite song to him and he slowly drifted into a much needed sleep.

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author’s note: as promised in my previous post, my first story on here! I originally wrote this about a year ago, but I did rewrite it today in one go and my god, the time it took me to finish this, but I’m happy with how it turned out. I do kinda have a second part planned for this with kinda supernatural elements, but I haven’t really figured out how to put it into a good story yet, but I do like writing a very emotional and torn Thomas Shelby, so I might as well write that damn second part.

Anyhow, I hope you liked reading this piece, feel free to give me some feedback, criticism is welcome, as long as it’s constructive lol.

Have a great day!

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby angst #tommy shelby angst #emotional tommy shelby

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moonshynecybin · 3 months

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How do you think Vale would deal with Marc’s injuries post reconciliation? Would he be mad and then just spend hours touching/kissing his scars and being really careful and just loving him and begging him to be more careful.

oh he would be so freaked out lol. like my girl has a literal lifetime of trauma regarding motorcycle racing injuries both to people he cares about and himself. and marc is like. the poster boy for riding like a crazy person and ignoring the fact that he has a body that can in fact be injured… i do think marc has experienced enough pain and suffering (AND tbh reprecussions on his riding… crazy man) that he’s at least SAID hes gonna try and ride more carefully from here on out but uh. i will personally believe that when i see it. and well. as other scholars (@babynflames) have already said this relationship is literally guy whos not afraid of crashing x guy who cried everytime his dad crashed as a kid… like vale would be SO freaked out everytime marc crashed, everytime he wobbled, everytime he did one of his insane saves…

so i would hope he wouldnt channel that into anger (hes also like frankly more passive aggressive than outright angry in general i think) though in my version of events that is a not insubstantial subliminal reason he pulled the ripcord on their relationship the first time… he was too close to someone who’s riding style FREAKS him out. like its one thing for your ex-situationship/fuckbuddy turned nemesis to be riding like he’s a hairsbreath away from death, its another for your BOYFRIEND/love of your LIFE to be riding like that… so um. the trauma of it all. AND they were at international trauma track sepang… but i digress…

so id hope post reconciliation they would have worked through that a leedle bit, but like. yes vale is biting his nails nervous as hell everytime marc goes in the gravel, with the cameraman distastefully GLUED to his obvious flinch. and YES he is taking care of marc and his chronic pain better than marc would ever bother to do himself outside of a race-readiness context. he is. drawing marc an epsom salt bath. making him take the goddamn ibuprofen. buying him expensive PT gadgets. helping him through his stretches. CAREFULLY arranging him when they spoon like he is made of precious glass. checking in during sex to make sure marc isnt ignoring what his body is telling him. talking marc out of riding after a crash. like TRULY bullying marc into not harming himself by racing injured is maybe the thing vale and alex bond most over post reconciliation… marc doesnt know what hit him and yes he does cry about it

#i truly love thinking about this thank youuuuu #callie speaks #motogp #asks #rosquez

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athena-writes-i-guess · 2 years

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “You bought me flowers?”

A/N: I was on Facebook or something and I saw this little piece of art of a person taking a bath and their partner hang out with them in the bathroom while they do that. And I just thought it sounded like a cute moment to have with Eddie. So a bubble bath with Eddie!

Candles. Epsom salt. Bubbles. A book. Music. You had everything you needed to have a nice long bath after such a long day. You had worked a double shift at your job as a server and you had gotten yelled at by a few unhappy customers, so you were exhausted. You were excited though that you had the next two days off and thought that you would kick off the relaxing weekend with a bubble bath.

You let out a hiss as you lowered yourself into the bathtub. Your sore muscles almost instantly relaxing against the heat of the water. Eddie always said he couldn’t take baths with you because of how hot you make the water every time, even though you both finally got a trailer with a big enough tub. Sometimes though, when one of you was feeling particularly needy, he would join after the water cooled a little. He would rub your back until you were practically puddy in his hands and he would almost fall asleep as you washed his hair. There were sweet, lazy kisses, and long talks about everything and nothing. More than once you had found yourselves waking up in each others arms in freezing water after having fallen asleep to the soft sounds of one of Eddies mixtapes as it played on a stereo that you would bring into the bathroom just for baths.

You settled into the water and started reading your book, some triller one of your friends suggested. You were so invested in the story that you hadn’t even heard Eddie come into the trailer until he knocked on the door, surprising you and causing you to let out a small shriek. “Are you okay, babe?” You heard him chuckle from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, come on in.” You said with a relieved laugh as you tried to calm your racing heart.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled brightly at you as he walked into the room, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“You bought me flowers?” You asked with a surprised smile as he closed the door behind him and sat on the toilet next to you. He leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Ah, no. They didn’t have any with the colors you liked at the store, so I stopped by the side of the road on the way back here and picked some of the wildflowers for you.” He said as he brought them in front of you to smell before placing them gently on the counter next to him.

“You’re so sweet, pretty boy.” You gushed, Eddie had almost a shy smile on his face as you watched the color creep to his cheeks. Somehow, even after all these years together, calling him pretty boy still made him blush. You smirked at his reaction, loving that you could still act like those nervous 16 year olds who fell in love 5 years ago.

“It’s nothing. You said you had a rough day when you called on your lunch and I’m guessing it probably didn’t get better so I just wanted to make you smile, beautiful.” He said, it was now his turn to watch you flush at his words.

“You always know how to, Eds.” You beamed up at him.

The two of you shared a soft look with love-sick smiles before, “Mind if I jump in there with you, sweet thing?” Eddie questioned, not wanting to push if you didn’t want his company.

“Of course, honey. It’s still hot though.” You warned gently, giggling slightly at the way he jumped up and hurriedly started pulling off his clothes.

“Don’t care. I just want to hold you.” He said, smiling when you giggled again as he kicked off his boxers. You placed your book on the toilet seat before making room for him as he sunk down into the tub behind you. He slotted you between his legs as he pulled you back into his chest to hold you closely to his body. You heard him breathe in your scent deeply before an almost dreamy sigh escaped him.

“You sound like you had a rough day yourself, sweetheart.” You pressed as you placed your hands on his arms as they held you to him, rubbing them back and forth in a soothing way.

“I did, customers were assholes today. Like hey, I’m fixing your fucking car, you could be nice at least.” He scoffed before burying his face into your neck. “But it’s better now that I’m with you.” He mumbled against your skin.

“Well, at least we have the next 2 days off, I say we stay in bed until noon tomorrow.” You suggested, you heard him hum in approval as he started leaving light kisses on your shoulder. “I love you, pretty boy.” You said after a few moments of comfortable silence.

You felt him smile into your skin as he kissed his way up from your shoulder to your ear. “I love you too, baby. To Pluto and back.” He said softly against it. It sent pleasant shivers down your spine and goosebumps to raise on your skin.

“Isn’t it to the moon and back?” You asked as you turned in the tub to face him, still in his arms.

“Usually, for other people. But I love you more than all them. All the way to Pluto and back.” He said with a cheeky smile, putting emphasis on the ‘and’.

You beamed up at him, ‘To Pluto and back.” You agreed, biting your lip lightly as you looked from his gorgeous, big brown eyes to his plush lips and back.

“Come here, gorgeous.” He said quietly, pulling you close to him as you leaned up. You captured his lips in a tender kiss as you both, somehow, fell even more for each other, neither of you knowing that was even possible.

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