#rech x you

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

VIVIFEST SEMIFINAL 1 CONTESTANTS

here are the rules, in case you don't know what this is about. as the title suggests, here are all the songs that will participate in the first semifinal!

here is the poll to vote for your favourite :)

NO HAS VENIDO A SUFRIR - NIÑOS MUTANTES

niños mutantes ('mutant kids') is an indie pop band from granada formed in 1994 and composed of juan alberto martínez, nani castañeda, migue haro, and andrés lópez. they are staples in the genre.

no has venido a sufrir ('you haven't come to suffer') is an existencialist song about shielding someone from suffering in life, having an optimistic tone full of light.

2. ROMANCERA - GUITARRICADELAFUENTE

guitarricadelafuente ('little guitar of the spring'), stage name of álvaro lafuente, born in benicàssim (castelló) but with an aragonese heritage, first became known for his version of the popular cuban song guantanamera [a fucking masterpiece, i strongly recommend it] in 2019, and since then he's been going song, with a very particular sound inspired by old hispanic songs with traditional themes and musicality, and of course, with the guitar always at the center of the music.

romancera (a type of traditional hispanic poetry) is an ode to the city of barcelona, where álvaro grew up, with lyrics alluding to its charm and the mystery and fantasy of its nights, sounding as ethereal as the lyrics are meant to be.

3. ESA TAMBIÉN FUI YO (QUIERO ACORDARME) - ALBA RECHE

alba reche (aka the love of my life), born in elx (alacant) became famous through the singing contest / reality show operación triunfo 2018, where she was the runner up [for some reason totally unrelated to my obsession to this show more people from here might appear later on <3], and since then she's became a staple in the spanish indie pop scene, and especially in queer and pride contexts. she has also recently started a podcast where she interviews other indie artists [i really recommend it it's great!!!].

esa también fui yo (quiero acordarme) ('she was also me (i want to remember)') is a gut wrenching song where she recounts traumatic experiences she's had but that barely remembers (because of trauma), and reconciles with her past self as a form of healing. its a lot, and it's incredibly executed.

4. ANSIEDAD - GINEBRAS

ginebras ('gins') are an indie rock band formed in madrid in 2018 and composed by [my girlies] magüi berto (vocals), sandra sabater (guitar and vocals), raquel lópez (bass), and juls acosta (drums). they're probably the most well-known female indie rock band right now, to the point this october they are doing their first song in the largest venue in madrid, the wizink center [and of course i'm going to see them <3]!

ansiedad ('anxiety') talks about precisely that, anxiety, and how shitty it is. it has very straight to the point lyrics, and such a fun beat and music, it's great i love it.

5. LO BAILAO - NIA

nia, whose full name is estefanía correia, was born in las palmas de gran canaria (canary islands) to a canarian mother and a father from guinea bissau. she became known through winning operación triunfo 2020 [told you there were more], and since then she has been on multiple tv shows and has performed in various award shows. prior to her breakthrough, she worked in the spanish version of the lion king!

lo bailao ('what's been danced') alludes to the spanish idiom 'que me quiten lo bailao' ('may they take away from me what's been danced'), which funnily enough was the title of the song that represented spain in eurovision 2011 [an underrated bop tbh]. it means more or less that, no matter if things go right or wrong, at least you had fun through it and that's what matters. just as the idiom, this song is fun and a perfect summer bop!

6. ME HE PILLAO X TI - ANA MENA & NATALIA LACUNZA

[when i tell you i have the biggest grin on rn. prolly my most listened song this year &lt;3]

ana mena, born in málaga, is THE spanish pop girlie right now (alongside aitana), she's making numbers and having hit after hit. she recently released her second album, bellodrama, and has been breaking records ever since. she is very influenced by italian music and in fact has tons of songs in italian, and her most known songs are spanish versions of italian songs (both bops btw, they're un clásico and música ligera, i highly recommend them).

natalia lacunza, born in iruña, was a contestant in operación triunfo 2018, where she ended up third, and since then she's become royalty in the spanish indie pop scene. she has collabed with at least half of spanish indie pop artists and groups (among them guitarricadelafuente in her first single ever!), most of them queer (like her), and her solo stuff is just mind blowing. she also recently passed the 1 million listeners mark in spotify!!

me he pillao x ti ('i've fallen 4 u') is a fun pop song about unrequited love and that feeling of having a crush on someone who you can't pursuit cause they already have a partner. it's absolute brainrot, i love it.

7. LUCKY - SHEGO

shego (yes. like the kim possible character) is an indie post-punk band formed in madrid in 2021 and composed by maite, raquel, charlotte and aroa. they are best known for its aesthetic, attitude and sardonic tone in their songs, and have collabed with big names in the indie world like zahara and, of course, natalia lacunza herself.

lucky talks about going back to something (or someone) that you know its bad, but can't help to. however, the song is positive, trying to convince the listener that this time it'll be the last time.

8. POR PRIMERA VEZ - NEREA RODRÍGUEZ

nerea rodríguez, born in barcelona, first became known through being a contestant in operación triunfo 2017, and since then she's been busy: she's become a professional voice actor, she's composed songs for disney movies, she's been a main actress in the spanish musical la llamada for 5 years now, and on top of that, she's been releasing music on her own.

por primera vez (for the first time) is a pop-rock song about all the 'firsts' in a relationship and how they can also turn into 'lasts'. the aesthetic and beat reminds of the y2k trend, started in spain by aitana in 2021 or so.

9. NO QUIERO - ANNE LUKIN

anne lukin, born in iruña, first became known - just as the previous artist - through being a contestant in operación triunfo 2020. since then she has released an album, and has delved into her own sound, uniting more melodic elements with 80s-style electronic stuff.

no quiero (i don't want to) talks about the dread of not wanting to die alone but not knowing how to love, all with a synth-like sound.

10. LA FUNCIÓN - ROI MÉNDEZ

roi méndez, born in santiago de compostela (galicia), was a contestant in operación triunfo 2017, and since then he's released an album and has collabed with bands and artists like sinsinati, veintiuno, and ainoa buitrago.

la función (the show) is an intimist ballad about hiding your true feelings behind a façade and being unable to be your truest self because of that. it's his first song like this, so he chose to be vulnerable for once.

#esc #eurovision #vivifest2024 #i have to confess. i did bend the rules for this one. the third song was gonna be 'correcaminos' by alejandro sanz ft danny ocean #but after listening to alejandro sanz singing 'soy el motherfucking correcaminos' i thought i shouldn't subject y'all to that <3 #instead you have my wife aka alba reche 💞 #also i'm aware that technically 'muchas gracias por venir' is the latest ginebras single but there's no music video or lyric video for it #so i went with the second latest one (third latest one if we count the collab with dani martin) #it's also my favourite ginebras song so maybe i'm biased but whatever #i chose me he pillao x mi as natalia's latest single btw. not ana #it actually is a crime that natalia hasn't released a solo single in over a year #'muchas cosas' (a fucking bop btw) was realeased in march of 2022. i almost chose it but i want to be as impartial as possible 😔 #also i wanted it to be a bit balanced so i deliberately chose a male artist for number 10 #it was gonna be miriam rodríguez at first

[gyuscoquetteribbon]

^᪲᪲᪲ kisses from all the way across the universe

SYNOPSIS: it was a popular notion that the moles on one's skin are places where their lover in the past had kissed them. but, you thought otherwise.

PAIRING: mingyu x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff, established relationship

WORD COUNT: 900+

notes: npr !! another self indulgent piece because im sad that i don't have a pretty lil partner whose moles i could kiss :( but also i was supposed to post this on mingyu's bday or a little after 😭 also as i was writing this i realized just how much i didn't like how it turned out like i could personally do better than that 😞

also requests are open so you can send in requests if you have any (it doesn't necessarily have to be fluff !) 🥹🥹

it was the evening after mingyu's birthday. the room had a dull glow to it, the only source of light being the night lamp shining bright by the bedside table. you were not only engulfed by your boyfriend's buff figure, but also silence, save for mingyu's soft breathing falling against your chest.

the rest of the day up until now was a slow blur, where the two of you took a nap for the majority of the day, curled up against one another, arms and limbs tangled as though you both were one body instead of two.

mingyu had his head pressed against your chest. he was awake, but he had his eyes closed as he reveled in the feeling of your fingernails gently scraping against his scalp. you look down at him, a fond smile painting your slightly chapped lips. mingyu looked peaceful; content.

you lean down to press a kiss against the mole on the side of his jaw. you loved mingyu's moles. sometimes, when he'd lay in bed without wearing a shirt, you'd take your time, mapping out the moles on his honey-colored skin like astrologers mapping out stars in the sky.

when there's new ones on his skin, you'd excitedly point it out, leaving a gentle kiss behind.

a soft chuckle escapes mingyu's lips. his eyes open and he looks up at you, gleaming with fondness. "back at it again?" he asks, referring to your habit of kissing his moles.

you smile at him, your eyes turning into little crescents, "they always stand out, it's not my fault," you shrug and to reiterate your point, you lean down to peck the tip of his nose.

mingyu pulls away from you. with a gentle dip on his side of the bed mingyu holds himself up by his elbows. "do you think you were my lover in my past life too?" he asks.

a soft chuckle leaves your lips as you rech forward to brush his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "is it because of the moles?"

he gives a nod, eager to hear your answer as he leans in to your touch. you hum softly as you search for an answer in your head before you meet his expectant eyes again. "i don't know about that, really," you reply, honestly, "i'd hope so, though. But, i surely don't think your moles are marks left behind by your previous lover's kisses."

"is that so?" mingyu

you nod slowly before shifting in your place so that you're on your side with your elbow pressed against the mattress and your hand cradling your head, pretty much mirroring mingyu.

"i think," you begin, leaning forward to leave a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose once again, making him scrunch his nose and let out a short giggle, "if it was left behind by your lover in your past life, new ones wouldn't form as you grow. there's so many galaxies in the universe. there's a million different you— at least, that's what i believe."

"i think, new moles form on your skin as they get kissed by their partner. but not just any partner. new ones form only when you've found the one for yourself. you know, your soulmate."

mingyu listens to you intently, blinking slowly. a soft smile spreads across his lips, his features blooming with love and possibly a hint of shyness, "so...," he trails off, "do you think moles are formed on places where the me in different universes get kissed with love?"

you nod, mirroring his smile. "so, do you think they'd have moles all over their body in places where you've kissed me with love?" he asks you, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

you stay silent for a few moments. mingyu always had a way to make your heart stop and skip several beats. he made your stomach drop and your eyes water all the time. but, not in a bad way. never in a bad way.

"yeah," you say, breaking the silence. your voice was almost a whisper now. "i think the other mingyus in other universes have moles on different parts of their body too."

it was mingyu's turn to go silent. you knew he was thinking. you knew he wanted to ask more. "do you think you're the one kissing those moles on my skin in the other universes too?" he asks.

you suck in a harsh breath. it was hard for you to express love for someone the way mingyu did. mingyu is usually shows love in a loud way. his way of showing love could only be described as bright, vibrant colors on a blank canvas.

you, on the other hand, showed love in quieter ways. if his way of showing love was bright, vibrant colors, then yours was more quiet. you loved mingyu, you knew that much. but, what you feel for him transcends the modern definition of love.

and, it was times like these when yoy're reminded of just how much you love the man laying by your side.

loving mingyu was painful. but, it was a pain that made you crave for more. you've never loved someone so much that it makes you want to rip your heart out of your chest and squeeze it with your own bare hands.

you lean forward, placing a kiss on his forehead and then moving down to gently brush your lips against his. "yes," you answer him.

your eyes hold so much love that mere words would fail in comparison as they meet mingyu's. "it's gonna be you and i in every universe. i'll be the one to kiss the moles on your skin," you brush your lips against the mole on his cheek.

"and, i'll be the one to kiss new ones onto your skin that a different version of me kisses in a different universe."

#seventeen #kpop #seventeen oneshot #mingyu x reader #mingyu #mingyu oneshot #fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #gyuscoquetteribbon

[ravencincaide]

Your Nervous Weretiger 

Summary: Your waretiger was nervous and it was your job to reassure him. OR what happens moments before you have to leave on a mission right around Valentine's time?

Pairing: Reader x Atsushi Nakajima

Part of: Short fics (Valentine edition)

Enjoy~

Your little weretiger was nervous. 

You could tell by the way he fidgeted at his desk; pretended to look at the computer without clicking or changing anything. Then, almost absentmindedly, his purple-yellow eyes flickered towards you where they’d linger. You could feel the intensity of his gaze as his eyes run you up and down; the way they lingered on the hilt of your gun or the pouch full of bullets and other emergency supplies.  

You could practically hear him rattle up in his head all your typical mission supplies, checked and re-reched whether you had everything with you. An energy bar? Water? Tea? 

You found it adorable how much he worried. 

Yet as you met his gaze with a reassuring smile, Atsushi’s eyes would widen. His expression screamed that he hadn’t noticed his own staring, then his face dusted a light pink shade.  He’d duck his head down so only the very top light grey strands would be visible and fake-work again. His fingers nervously flickered through the files on his desk. His body language screamed ‘working’; he was working. He swore he was.  

“ Ready to go?” You tore your gaze away from Atsuhi and you turned to face your partner in crime for the mission. 

“ Almost,” you replied with a smile “ Give me five?” 

You saw Dazai frown then flicker his attention to Atsushi then back to you. A knowing look on his face- a lewd grin which seemed to encourage you  “ See ya in the car~” 

You knew you had better chances of finding him in the nearby cafe OR bar. 

Still you waved him off before you slowly and quietly made your way towards Atsushi. The very nervous Atsushi who firmly stared at a half empty piece of paper in his hands, his mind so obviously elsewhere it was almost comical to look at. After all, no one took this long to read the mission brief. It was called a ‘brief’ for a reason. 

“ Whatcha doing?” you poked Atsushi’s shoulder, then raised an eyebrow as he screamed and flew up from his chair. “ What’s wrong?” you asked innocently as if you hadn’t already guessed the answer. 

You watched Atsushi; saw his nervousness, the way he chewed his lips raw. The shake of his hands, the bob of his adams apple as he swallowed until; “ W-would you like- to-spend-valentine's-day-with-me” Atsushi bowed in front of you.

You crocked an eyebrow in surprise, took a moment to try and decipher the mix of words he had just thrown at you in a shy, embarrassed haze. Still it was a private question in such a formal matter, and you found it absolutely adorable. A giggle made it past your lips before you leaned forward, so you could catch his eyes even as he stared firmly at the floor. 

“ ‘course, you’re my boyfriend, who else would I spend it with?” you flapped your lashes innocently watching his mouth open, then close, as he processed your words. Then he realized his own ridiculous behavior and grew more rigid. 

“ Ahh well- it’s – we haven’t since– and it’d be our first and–” Atsushi fidgeted with his hands still not looking at you.

You swore that if he was in his waretiger form, then his ears would be flattered against his head, and his tail would drum against the floor. You could practically hear it; thud-thud-thud. Biting back yet another giggle you focused on the nervous mess of a boy in front of you. 

“ I’ll see you after the mission Atsu” you gave him a peck on the lips, lingered long enough to see his cheeks dust a darker red at the nickname and the memories it brought back. Then you were off, darting down the ADA halls to catch up to Dazai. The faster you started, the faster you’d be able to  get this mission over and done with. 

After all, your little weretiger was nervous, shy and excited. And you couldn’t wait to be back to reassure him, and show him that you meant every word when you called him your boyfriend, your partner, your mate. 

Author note: Happy Valentines day! I hope you smiled at this little Atsushi sweetness and my first attempt at writing a fic with him.

Hope you enjoyed 🩷

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[4thnocturne]

Genshin Impact / Kamisato Ayato x gn/male reader / sfw / Hanahaki disease

This is my first story I wrote, please be nice, I'm not a person that can write.

NOT A NATIVE SPEAKER, A LOT OF MISTAKES

Hanahaki disease -  is a fictional disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

plot: Ayato is a busy man, he's always working so he doesn't have time for his husband. Your marriage with him was agreed when you was 9 and he already reched 14 year old. The rules of Kamisato clan are strict. When you have the age for marriage your family lets you marry him, something in you broke, you loved him with all your heart, the feeling for him was stronger and stronger. But he doesnt. Now youre lying in your room, suffering. Will he save you?

The night felt different, the feels are different, especiely in night. The lonelines is stronger, your mind is playing with your emotions, making them look sadder and depressive. The cold space beside you, the clocks telling you "don't wait for him, he won't come today". Your tears running on your cheeks, making the pillow wet, you learned to cry and suffer in total quiet. This was nothing new for you.

Something was wrong that night, it felt like there's something in your throat, something small soft and it tickle your throat so bad. When it came from your throat, you looked at it.

"A flower.. petal?"

It was a dark rose petal, that dark red color was beautiful for you, you always loved flowers but why did it come from your mouth. The question that you don't know the answer for it. With thinking about your love for the Yashiro Commissioner.

The next day was same as yesterday, over and over again. Woke up, eat, doing your work, eat, going out for a walk, working, eat, working, sleep. That was your daily schedule. Your husband looked cold as always. Why he can't look at you warmly at least once, only once, did you want too much? Why?

With this thought you left this room with words "Im not hungry" but nobody care about you. The atmosphere in that room was also unable to make you feel something possitive so your mood changed quickly.

Your day was tiring so you fell asleep immidietly without thoughts today. You was s

Every night felt more and more lonely, More and more flower petals different from each other. Red rose, cherry blossom, peony, sunflower, dahlia, lilium, lycoris..

One night your heart ached a lot because of what your husband did to you that day. You woke up in the morning as always, you decided to skip breakfast and stay in the bed for a while. You came out only for a wok you needed to do when you saw him, everything in you broke. There was a girl, a girl kissing him. They didn't saw you, you felt like something will came from you, you made it to your room, a lot of flower petals came from you. Your room was full of them, it looked like the beautiful the garden.

That day you stayed in your room coughing flowers, till the dinner. Your tiny slim body was lying on the big bed aroud flower petals. You were weak, dying, broken, loveless.

Ayato was just a stupid chapter of your life, you wanted to forget, or die. He didn't even comes looking for you.

You looked at the window, sunset, the night is starting to wake up beautifully. You watched it, thinking and thinking about what you did bad that he doesn't love you. Why.

After a while you close your eyes only to pass out from that suffering, aching.

Ayato came looking for you and he froze from what he saw. It took some time for him to go to bed and take you to his arms hugging you.

"My dear.. wake up.. WAKE UP" he almost yelled shaking with you.

"I- I'm sorry I did something wrong, I hurt you, please wake up. I want to change everything, please.. wake up"

He cried for you? Does he care about you? Does he love you like you love him?

You felt warm of his body and warm feel inside you. Are you finally loved?

#kamisato ayato x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #ayato x male reader #genshin fanfic #genshin impact

[chicken-fifi]

Ji Changwook Headcanon | Him During Your Pregnancy and as a Dad

Pairing: Ji Changwook x Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi I don’t know if you’ll see this but could you make a head cannon of Ji Chang wook or what he’s like as a dad and pregnant? I love your writing thank you <3

Genre: fluff

A/n: i do have a reaction of him find out that reader is pregnant so you guys can read that here if you want a recap of his reaction which will explain some of his actions in this headcanon

Early on in the pregnancy, maybe shortly after finding out

Changwook is still quite unsure of whether or not this actually happening

It wasn't planned

But he didn't mind

Even if he was shocked

Which is why his initial tone of uncertainty changes so quickly

Once it fully settles in his mind that you are pregnant

With his child

Your first child

Together

He's on top of everything

The more taxing chores, which he did his best to do before, are now completely off limits for you

He always checks in on if you need anything on his way back from work

Or if there's something he can get you so you don't have to get out of whatever comfortable position you were finally able to find

During the more intimate moments where it's just you and him

Either sitting on the couch watching something

Laying in bed getting ready to call it a night

Waking up early and just admiring you

Watching you do something in the kitchen

His eyes never leave you or your lower abdomen

He notices the way your hand caresses the bump that at first is nonexistent and as it keeps growing and growing

He doesn't hesitate to let his eyes linger on you

Honey dripping from his eyes as he admires you for everything your body is doing

For the indescribable beauty that seems to radiate from you in a different way than before

His hands always seem to make their way to your bump in this moments holding it and caressing it just as you do

And when he has the chance, he gently lays his head on it or beside it as your fingers rake through his hair while he has a little conversation with his little one

Or sings to them

But even in these moments, he's plagued with the thought of not being a good father

His dad died when he was younger so he can't deny that he has no idea what he's doing or is going to do

Did his dad experience these moments when his mom was pregnant with him?

Is going to be able to be a good dad?

Will he screw it up and end up being an incompetent father?

Will history repeat itself?

And those worries aren't kept to himself

He raises his worries and you do your best to reassure him that everything will work out because at the end of the day:

He is the only person who is capable of raising his child, even if he may be the most incapable parent

And as your due date nears, he's filled with nerves of excitement and fear

The entire time you're enduring the pain brought upon by bringing your child into the world, he wishes it could be him so you could rest

So your body wouldn't hurt and bleed the way it does

But he also admires the bravery you possess and is at your beck and call throughout the 14 hours it takes for your little bundle of joy to arrive with a good set of lungs crying into the air

Tears streaming down his face he places kiss after kiss along your sweaty hairline thanking you over and over again expressing his love for you and how incredible of a person you are

All while your newborn daughter/son rests on your chest finally calm

Which brings us to him as a dad

This little girl has his wrapped around her/his pinky

He would do anything for her/him

But he's also strict - more so when she's older and needs to be disciplined

That's not to say it doesn't break his heart every time tears well in her/his eyes when she/he gets in trouble

He's a good partner to raise a kid with

He doesn't leave you to do it all alone

Child rearing is his job as a father and husband too

He has no problem taking her/him out of the house for a few hours on days when he knows you need some time to yourself in order to recharge

And he takes initiative in doing things that interest her/him even if he isn't good at it or is the only dad at that cooking class for kids

Does anyone else remember the paper towel burning and his quick reflex in Youth Actor Retreat?

He slowly grows into his role as a parent little by little, but it is the most natural thing in the world to him

And he realizes that while yes, he was right about worrying over being a good dad, it was just as you said, he was capable of being a good dad

And he has you to thank for it

Because he wouldn't be able to do it without you by his side supporting one another through it all

It is worth mentioning that with your first kid he's on edge

More protective

It's a learning curve, but with your second, he has a better feel, even if he finds that needs to change a number of things to better suit your child's needs

#kactor headcanons #ji changwook #ji changwook masterlist #ji changwook headcanons

[crystalslovemoon]

Hello guys this is my first lemon sans x reader hope you like it.

Sans was in his room

Y/n pov:

I were making dinner chicken! (Mah favorite food)

When i put chicken in the oven i heard.... strange noises?.. i tried to ignore it but it was so loud in sans room when i were check on him the chicken was finished i taked out the chicken and puted on the table and i were going to sans room.

No ones pov:

Y/n were in front the door the she hear... a moan y/n was shocked a this point it was sans moan? Does skeletons moan? Y/n questened herself before she feels.. her soul was blue sans opened door and dragged y/n in his room.

Sans pov:

Ugh my hate was overwhelming i saterted hiding my heat y/n should not know i was in my room all day y/n were making chicken i was watching porn and rubbing my dick it felt good and i started moaning mess then i felt y/n scent she was in front of my door i picked her soul and dragged her in my room. Heavily breathing.

Y/n pov:

Until i was dragged i saw sans NAKED?! I mean he only had his shorts and blue glowing in his shorts? I was curious and asked "sans? Why theres blue glowing in your shorts?" I asked him he perked up and he slowly put down me in his mattres he was on top on me.

No ones pov:

Sans was on top of her he was breathing heavely he said "you know you look hot?" "Sans are you ok? Why you breathing heavily?" Suddenlly sans attacked her neck and started kissing sunkina trying find sweet spot he founded quickly y/n moaned sans stared abusing it and looked at his work hickey on y/ns neck "grrr stupid clothes are in the way!!! He tear up y/ns clothes she was naked her face was all red and she hiding her exposed chest and pussy sans growled and held y/n's arms his magic so she could not hide and sans sucking left breast y/n moaned at pleasure sans messaging right breast

Y/n moaned loud sans smirked "ooo~ you already moaning we only started~" he spanked her butt teasing her y/n moaned madly and blushed "sans stop teasing me and fuck me already if will keep teasing me i will change my mind" "sit." Y/n suprised that sans commanded her too sit so she sitted sans throw his sans away "suck my dick bbg~" y/n obeyed his commands and sucked his penis sans moaned loud "aa~ y/n i didn't know you're good at this~" y/n giggled and sucked harder sans groaned "y/n you fucking slut~" "i'm gonna cum~!" Y/n grinned "beg for it." "Y/n plz let me cum!~" "huh did you said something i can't hear you!~" sans grunts " mommy plz let me cum i can't take Any longer~!" "OK such you are good boy i let you cum~" sans cummed and moaned loudly y/n swallowed all his cum sans is on top of her again. Sans smirked and started entering y/n moaned of pain and pleasure sans didn't let her adjust his dick and pounced fast and slow y/n moaned really loud "sans plz go deepper!~" sans obeyed her and pounced deeper faster harder y/n moaned really loud she felt he stomack knot she was reching her climax "sans i'm gonna cum!~" she cummed sans groaned he hitted her g-spot y/n screamed off pleasure that was a sighn that he hitted her g-spot and he pounded at that g-spot few times and he reaching his climax and y/n again she reacher her climax they realesed sans & y/n screamed "Y/N" "SANS" sans collaps on y/n "i love you y/n.." "i love you too sans" and they fell asleep

*I hope you liked my first lemon!*

#sans x reader lemon

[midava]

Diluc x reader - Small suprise

Diluc and you have today anniversary. Two years togheter. It was a normal day. Poeople in Tvaren. Pouring wine, cleaning glasses. Last visiters just made their ways to home. Tavern closed. Only you and Diluc.

You had something for him, but you leaved at home for later, when the two of you get home. Diluc cleaned last glass: ,,We can go," you smiled and nod. As always, while holding yours hands you walk home to the winery. But Diluc turned in opposite way before last turn.

You give him confused look when you wanted to argue he smiled calmly: ,,Please, just give me a minute," you look in his eyes. Something was behind them. Some seecret. Maybe thats why he had all day good mood.

Diluc walk with you in near forest. You look around... You saw a place with little blue lights... Lamp grass. His favourite flower and yours as well. Diluc and you get more closer and closer.

Now you see it corectly... Circle made of Lamp grassi in middle blancket with basket. Your eyes were full of joy tears. You didn´t expect this suprise of his. He se brushed off your tears from your cheeks when he sat down on a blacket with you.

,,Please, enjoy this," he whispered to make you stop cry. You look so adorable when you cry from joy. But that wasn´t all he planed.

He took something from the basket. It was bottle of wine... luxury one. He keeps these in his celler for celebrations. He took to glaases as well. ,,Diluc, you don´t drink wine,".He smiled at your comment: ,,Just for this time,"

He poured wine into glasses. He gace you one and he hold his in front of you to chin with. You chined and before he took a sip he said: ,,On us,"

You reapeted after him and smiled. Both of you took a sip, It was excelent as always. You spend some time talking about many things. It was nice and beautyfull night, but do you really thought it was all Diluc prepared? There was another thing.

Diluc took your hands in his while standing up. He look lovingly into your eyes: ,,To our anniversary," he take out of his pocket smal box. It was small black semish box. ,,Diluc, I don´t deserve that," he put his finnger on your lips to be quiet: ,,Please close your eyes," he said calmly.

You didn´t want to argue more so you close them. You heard small click when Diluc opened the box. The exitment grow in you. You want to know what is inside. He smiled when he saw again his present. Carefully he take it out from a box.

Something cold touched your neck... It was something from metal. It quickly adapted to your warm. It was a necklace. When he zip it he kissed your lips. It was passionate kiss, full of love. You reched to carres his cheek.

Two of you seperete to catch a breath. He hold your hands in his. You looked down on his presenet ge gave you. It was a beautyfull necklace with dark rubby. Dark red as a wine. It must be expensive. Diluc smiled as you adored the jewlery.

You look back at him. Tears of happaness in your eyes: ,,I never take it off," You hugged him thight around neck and whisper: ,,Don´t buy me any expensive gifts," He chuckle a little: ,,Everything for you love," You cheeks blushed and he kissed your forehead. Ater this moment you took your things and get home togheter. It was time to show him your present to yours anniversary, but thats another story.

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Hii! Hope you enjoy this story! <3 Sorry if it´s not good... I am sick a little, but I am trying to get well soon! Wish you great day and I thank you so much for your support! <3

-With love, Mantao. <3

#genshin impact #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc fluff

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Fall Playlist Drop!!

these aren't all songs that were released during the fall, but they're songs that just sound the most right between september and december, i think :)

for when the tides of nostalgia start to rise:

no cambies tu andar -- Alba Reche

los cuerpos -- Alba Reche

Materia Viva -- Andrea Santiago (best experienced when it is 6pm and the sun has already set)

I Wanna Get Better -- Bleachers

No Face -- Hayley Heyndrickx

Love Is -- Itzy

Replay (PM 01:27) -- NCT 127 (an absolute classic by this point.)

pporappippam -- Sunmi

Wonderland -- Taylor Swift

Say It -- Tkay Maidza ("dog days over / man i cried for weeks")

for crunchy leaves and chilly breezes:

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! -- ABBA (thanks to embrose for--indirectly--introducing me to this song! i'm obsessed!!)

Thirsty -- Aespa (I GET IT NOW !!!)

Hate That You Know Me -- Bleachers

You're Still A Mystery -- Bleachers

Dracula -- f(x)

Sunlight -- Hozier

BBIBBI -- IU

What You Waiting For -- Jeon Somi

I Wish you Roses -- Kali Uchis

Air Force One -- Odd Eye Circle

Esfera de amor -- Simona (so cronch.)

Big Things -- Tkay Maidza

Growing Up -- Tkay Maidza (this whole album is just prime autumn music, okay??)

for a 9am cup of coffee and the click of heels:

Telepathy -- BTS

Intro: Persona -- BTS

When I'm Alone -- f(x)

Cause I’m God Girl -- HyunA, Il Hoon Jung

Hypnosis -- IVE

XOXO -- Jeon Somi (i really thought this one would have gotten old by now, but somi's songs always surprise me with their shelf lives! i still love that chorus just as much as i did two years ago)

RUN2U -- StayC

Blame It On Me -- Twice

I Can't Stop Me -- Twice (main character song !!)

for the back-to-school sitcom, some theme songs:

Something -- Dayglow (yes i do sing along to both the lyrics and the instrumental of this song i like dayglow a very normal amount)

Monday Morning -- Fleetwood Mac

None of My Business -- Itzy

Lemon Black Tea -- Jo Yuri

Falling For Boys -- Julia Michaels (i've GOTTA do this at karaoke one day)

Fucked Up, Kinda -- Julia Michaels, ROLE MODEL

Handle With Care -- The Traveling Wilburys

for nighttime walks where you can't look away from the moon:

Do I Wanna Know? -- Arctic Monkeys (THANKS FOR THE ARG MONGEES @sincerelywebsy)

One For The Road -- Arctic Monkeys

You're So Dark -- Arctic Monkeys

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper — Blue Öyster Cult

Atlantic City - Live at the Point Theatre, Dublin -- Bruce Springsteen (the superior "atlantic city")

Youngstown -- Bruce Springsteen

Butterfly -- f(x) (oh my GOD its so good)

Liar -- G-IDLE (can't believe i missed this one last year ??)

Ciudad -- Nina Suárez

Into You -- Yuri

#kpop stuffs' autumn player is a core memory for me #so it was fun to make my own !! with a few repeats from theirs bc that is the DEFINITIVE fall playlist #music chats #song recs #fall playlist

[ppatricia34me]

Something sinister around my waist

(Athers note: this is my frist story on doctor strange, Just so you know this is going to be Self-indulgent, also it might have spoilers in it even if i have not seen any moves, i have read Plenty of x reader and clips lol.) (Also please take this as An Au.)  (Also I'm sorry I haven't posted anything twisted wonderland based, I just really like this evil guy lol)

(POV Patricia)

It was a quite day, Stephen was out checking up on other realities and i was home in the Sanctum, watching dishes alone, i was free to play my music without worry of bothering anyone, once the last dish was done i paused my music only to hear a Familiar sparking noise, i smiled as i poked my head out of the kitchen only to see noone, soon i feailt a pare of arms wrap arond me from behind.

“Dariling, I’ve missed you, It feels like i was gone For a millennia or maybe an eternity!” Stephen spoke into the side of my neck, his lips lightly Yet desperately leaving kisses.

I blushed, he was never one to be super Affectionate, only sometimes, I leand into his toch trying to Soak up this rare opportunity, i lightly Stretched my arms out to rech for the mans hair, i lightly played with it, thats when he Finally looked up at me, he looked Different than his usual appearance, His facial hair slightly longer, His hair slightly longer and a little more dishevelled, his Clothes were darker, And he looked so so tired.

“S..Stephen, Are you ok, did something happen?” i asked Cupping the man's face, he was qwick to hold my small hands.

“Everythings fine now that i have you in my arm!” he Sweetly spoke.

My checks Felt hot and it felt as if a million butterflies were fluttering in my stomach, his worlds and Affectionate gesture's feailt so sweet, like a peace of candy.

“W..Whant me to run you a bath, than after we could watch some T.V and cuddle!” I smiled looking into his deep blue eyes.

He leand in and placed a deep kiss to my forehead. “That would be lovely~!” he smirked, I giggled like a scool girl, and Excitedly ran to the bathroom, he fallowd after.

The bathroom was a nice size for the Amount of people who lived there, It had grey marble flooring and Grey marble walls, With a few accent walls such as black marble and Tile that also looked marbled to match, the tub was white with gold faucets.

I was qwick to grabe the bathbooms and Shampoo from the shelf, I Let out an excited squeal, It wasnt everyday i got to do this, Stephen was a very Reserved man.

I turned on the weather and dropped the pink bathboom in, it Smelt like roses, I soon turend arond to see Stephen smiling softly. “Oh I can leave if you need to change!” I blushed, Feeling like i over stayed.

He took my hand, he bright it to his lips. “Please stay!” he spoke above a whisper. I smiled softlyly up at him. “No problem!” I blushed shyley.

He leand over and shut off the Water, i blushed and giggled.

“Now to enjoy the fruits of your labor~!” he smirked, he soon took his shirt off, I blushed and looked away, soon I heard the sound of weather splashing, I looked over to find him in the tub with a smirk.

He wiggled his figer to me, I blushed and walked over to the tube, siteing on its Edge.

“What would you like me to do?” I asked blushing lighty.

“Could you wash my back and hair Darling!” he spoke.

I smiled as i leaned over sightly and grabbed the scrubbing brush, I put some suop on and begane to skrube, he let out a few Satisfied hums and Arched his back, i cuped my hands and poured water over his back.

 I than grabbed the Shampoo and began to rub it in his hair, his body relaxed as he leand into me.

“This is Heavenly my darling~!” he spoke lovely, his arms coming out of the weather, he soon fond my hips and Stroke them  lightly.

I giggled and washed the Shampoo from his hair, i ran my fighters throw it, i pressed a kiss on the top of his head.

(an hour later)

Stephen and I sat on the Couch, I rested my head on his shoulder, I had given him His favourite pair of Grey sweatpants and his university sweater, it was nice to just Relax with him, soon I heard a knock at the door that brought me out of my thoughts, I Got up slightly confused. “I wonder whos at the door?” I spoke Feeling a bit uneasy, But I push the feeling aside and Walk to the door.

I Slowly opened it only to find, The man that was sitting on the couch with me, Staring at me with a couple of cuts on his face, His outfit with his usual, Dark blue robes and a red cape, My face went white. “B..But we were Sitting together on the couch!” I Shuttered, I Backed away slowly only for my back to hit The affectionate mans.

“GET AWAY FROM HER SINISTER!” The Man in the door spoke, The Familiar sparking noise accompanied him as he put up his magical Disc.

Suddenly I was Harshly grabbed from my back by the affectionate man. “NO SHE LOVES ME, I’M NOT LETING HER GO ANGAN!’he spoke Purple radiating from his other hand.

Stephen looked at me, his eyes worried, He lowered his hands.

“Just let her go, and we can talk!” Stephen Calmly spoke.

Sinister looked down at me, his grip slowly Loosening, once free i backed away so i was out of both mens way, Sinister stpted Forward but Stephen was qwick to step in.

“I think you need to go back to your Dimension!’ Stephen Calmly spoke. 

“No, Not with out her!” Sinister Spoke his voice breaking slightly, Stephen took his Arm opening a portal.

I looked betwine both men, my hart and mind racing a Mile-a-minute,than an idea hite me. “W..Wait, I have an idea…I could vist him, every other Thursday, but only for an hour!” i spoke up, the tow men looked at ech other. “Are you sure, He can be a bit Obsessive!” Stephen spoke Voice echoing with skepticism, Sinister rolled his eyes at Stephen but softed when looking at me.

“I’m sure, But Sinister, dont make me Regret my decision!” i spoke.

“You have my word and my hart darling!” he smiled, he than Left into the portal.

Stephen smiled at me, walking over to me and Bringing me into a warm embrace.

I smiled Burying my face in his chest, gratefully it was him.

(The end)

#stephen strange #I hope you like it #doctor strange #Sinister x Me #sinister strange #story #fun writing

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

VIVIFEST SEMI 1 POLL

here are the contestants, and here are the rules if you don't know what this is about.

#esc #eurovision #vivifest2024

[trascapades]

🎨#ArtIsAWeapon

#NewExhibit

Phyllis Stephens | @little_shepard_girl

The Movement of Material

Almine Rech, New York | @alminerech

January 12 — February 25, 2023

📍Almine Rech

39 East 78th Street, 2nd Floor

New York, NY 10075

T [phone]

Image: Phyllis Stephens | Work It | Quilt with sustainable fabrics | 76 x 59 in | 2022

…

Reposted from @richardbeaversgallery

Almine Rech New York is pleased to present an exhibition of tapestries by Phyllis Stephens. This is Stephens' first solo exhibition with the gallery... The exhibition will be on view from January 12 to February 25, 2023.

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When creating a new series, I always do research; in hopes of gaining more insight in the realm of ideas I want to dive into. In researching the art of dance, a statement describing dance strongly resonated with me.

“dance is The Movement of Material”

... its an emotional and spiritual experience; a feeling all unto itself; a passionate artistic endeavor.

My first thought was, “Dance and quilt-making are exactly the same”. As I continued my research into the art of dance, I became more convinced that quilt-making and dance share the same artistic space. The phases of dance are distinctly similar to those of quilt-making.

“The choreographic process may be divided for analytical purposes (the divisions are never distinct in practice) in three phases: gathering together the movement of material, developing movements into dance phrases, and creating the final structure of the work.”

Wow, this is the perfect definition for the phases of Quilt-making!

The art of dance is the most emotional. Dance is the physical appearance of the soul. Dance translates a feeling into movement. Dance provides a level of freedom.

Quilt-making transforms fabric into movement. The movement stirs the soul and allows you to feel the story being told by the imagery. I believe each quilt in this series has captured the Art of Dance in a bold new way.

- Phyllis Stephens

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#PhyllisStephens #AlmineRech #RichardBeaversGallery #BlackArtists #Dance #QuiltMaking #Quilts #FabricArt #ArtOfDance #BlackGirlArtGeeks

[reality-maybe]

Rachel!! 👈✨ Hermit Purple, Magician’s Red, Hierophant Green, and Justice for the JoJo ask prompt, please! I love these. 💖

https://just-another-self-shipper.tumblr.com/post/677558803792904192

Joy!! ✨👉 thank you for sending in the ask! This one was so clever I love jojo so much lol. I hope you’re continuing to have a great day 💗✌️

💜⚡️Hermit Purple: (imma do the latest pic and gif for this one ❤️)

I HAD NO IDEA THAT THERE WAS A LEADUP CLOSING CARD TO THIS ONE I MADE A POST ABOUT HERE and AHHHH!!! They all look so cute 😭😭😭 I need more chibi Knuckle in my life and I think about this happening in canon. Like Ikalgo just comes back from almost dying and Killua’s like “hey we need you to complete our star of friendship” in the middle of them trying to find fight and kill the king lmao. Who’s idea was it to even do the star in the first place? It was probably Knuckle look how proud he is ♡

This was the last gif I saved of him. Cause like. Knuckle + puppy = depression b-gone the puppy is so excited to see him 😭💕 and the fact that it REFUSED TO LEAVE HIM and CLIMBED IN BED WITH HIM why can’t that be me big strong scary man holding tiny puppy and crying he’s so soft!! I also just love how he’s so expressive with his faces and animations cause it just shows so much character 💗 like when he’s surprised his eyes are drawn so wide and his mouth gets kinda pouty. And he’s animated with some really silly faces and that just adds so much depth to his character when he lets up his hard delinquent personality. UGH I love finding the little animated details in characters that show their personalities ❤️

🔥🐓Magicians Red: What’s something about your F/O that makes you feel all warm inside?

I just love how caring Knuckle is. He’s brash and aggressive and has a really short fuse but he cares about everyone and everything around him, even when he’s tsundere and says he doesn’t. Ever since the first time we meet him he picks up after a random dog saying to “keep our parks clean” and just him VOLUNTEERING to be on the extermination team to learn about the chimera ants and not just outright kill them. Then to him essentially mentoring these two kids for a month to prepare them for the NGL, which he didn’t have to do. Then helping find Kite for Gon, he could’ve easily said no and just focused on his mission, but he promised Gon he’d find Kite, and kept his word. THEN befriending Meleoron despite him having major doubts about Knuckle at first just cause of how aggressive he looked then changing his mind cause he figured out Knuckle was feeding and caring for the stray dogs he found abandoned. THEN risking and essentially thwarting the mission and almost his life for Shoot and Morel and THEN taking such gentle care of Komugi as a hostage when she went with the extermination team, since he was against it. Just. The level of care and compassion in this man’s character is beyond belief despite his aggression and intimidating nature as a fighter. Like he’ll break femurs for days but he’ll never break anyone’s heart ❤️ I like to think I’m a bit like that too, I’ve been told I’m extremely compassionate. I really want a partner like that. Truly. It’s so hard to find that kind of selfless compassion in reality so I’m so glad I can find it in Knuckle. Makes me soft even though he isn’t real 💕

🐉🍒Heirophant Green: How long has your relationship with your F/O been?

Oooh this is an interesting one to answer. Cause it honestly changes based on what scenario I do for Rae and Knuckle. They started having feelings for each other after they and the others all meet up at the NGL. Rae helped Knuckle with his little animal orphanage and they spent a lot of time bonding and getting to know each other from it. It’s clear to the other (mainly Rae lol) that they like each other by the end of the Chimera Ant Arc, but as much as they want to confess and just sink into each other , they both don’t want their personal feelings to get involved with their mission. They’re both very emotionally driven, and they knew that they would impulsively go out of their way to help each other at all cost, so as much as it pained them, and Rae made the final call that the two of them should not be paired up together for the final fight. Knuckle got upset at first, intensely arguing and trying to justify with Rae that they could work together, he’ll protect her and they’re strong and work as a single mind together. He was actually just really scared of losing her, he wanted to have her in his sight making sure she came out of this alive. He couldn’t bare to think of how He’d react if he had to hear a delivered message of what had happened to her, He’d rather just be with her and have her there in his arms and sight if it came down to their final moments. He was crying through his arguing when he brought it up. Rae was firm though, even though it hurt her so bad to see him like that, and softly told him that that was exactly why they couldn’t, while wiping his tears away. Rae just wanted to come out with it and just tell him how much he meant to her, how she saw him as more than just her very good friend, and honestly, Knuckle did too. The looks and closeness they shared in that moment did the talking for them. But they both knew that once it was out, they wouldn’t be as focused, so Rae just told him to stay alive, telling him that they had some unfinished things to talk about, and would when they saw each other again. they didn’t see each other for a while actually after the chimera ant stuff because Rae was badly injured and had to recover, but Knuckle accidentally confessed his feelings to her a month or so after a new chairman had been picked and others were celebrating her and Shoot’s full recovery. in some scenarios, they had only been dating for a few weeks or months, but in a lot of them they’re already in an established relationship, I’d say maybe a year or two after his confession. There are also some a few years down their road, i feel like they would take a break from being hunters for a little bit, just to enjoy some time and life for themselves. But I feel like Rae and Knuckle would wait quite a while to get married, though they would already act and go through life like a married couple. they loved the idea of marrying each other, but they knew their lives as Hunters may interfere with that. It’s not like they have eyes for someone else, or can’t see them in a relationship together down the road. They do. Just maybe putting the label of marriage on the back burner for now. so even though they are exclusive, and they are gonna spend the rest of their lives together, they feel like marriage puts a bunch of pressure on them to settle, Which neither of them want to do for a while. But they have their own vows and ways to celebrate and look back on how far they’ve come in their relationship. They agreed that when they’ve retired as Hunters, then the real thought of settling down and getting married would come up. But for now they’re just happy to be together going through their life adventure with the other by their side regardless of rings or labels. But who knows when and how the tides of life change for them, it always happens to in the most unexpected ways. They’ll take it on together, though ♡

💀💨 Justice: If someone ever wronged/hurt you, how would your F/O react?

Oh GOD. If Knuckle figured out someone hurt Rae, or made her deeply upset he would make sure they woke with stitches and maybe something missing at the very LEAST. Knuckle is very protective of anything or one who is important to him, and Rae is at the top of list for sure. If he was willing to throw away an important mission for the sake of his teammate’s life, he wouldn’t even bat an eye if he had to watch the universe crumble for Rae’s own. She was just too important to him. He’d let his emotions defensively get the better of him, and it would take a LOT of counseling from his mentors and peers to reason with him if it got to that point, if at all. It didn’t take much for him to reach that point honestly, even if he simply saw someone make Rae cry, there was a potential that they could leave with a few broken bones….if they could even walk. Rae would take his face red from anger in her hands, and talk to him, reassure him that she was alright and that he sure showed them, just to get him to calm down. He always calms down faster when she’s with him, letting him come to his senses. He would, quelling his anger and focusing more on comforting her, which calmed him down even more. In more extreme cases, like how Rae was severely injured after the chimera ant stuff, he would have to be physically held back and subdued by Morel to keep him from seeking his vengeance on whoever hurt his love. He would fight all sense of reason, screaming and cursing just feeling the need to destroy something. If he truly does go rage mode there’s nothing stopping him. But he hadn’t gotten to that point in a long time thanks to Morel hammering some sense into him, telling him how Rae would feel if he went off and did something like that, would hurting something heal her truly, remember the times when he did go rage mode and how miserable he felt afterwards, just let time and doctors heal her. He eventually just broke down in his Master’s arms, crying to him about how much he wanted to see Rae get better, how much it hurt him to see her go though pain like that even though she’s so strong. How he just didn’t want anyone to take away the light she brought into his life. Morel would just hold him as he spilled his tears and emotions, seeing how he’s never acted like that when it came to someone else. He really did love her. and Morel being the incredible teacher and father figure to him would just let him cry it out, giving him words of reassurance that she’ll be alright.

#thank you for the ask! #this jojo one was so much fun!!! #himbo king #knuckle bine #self ship #f/o x s/i #f/o imagines #joyandeggs #rECH #❤️❤️ #i really want to make some of these into fics 💗 #if there are and fics or scenarios you wanna see if Rae and Knuckle please feel free to ask! i love writing for me and him 💕 #Rae and Knuckle

[plutosrobin]

Me, watching OT:

Everyone: *speaking spanish*

Me: mmmhmm yes i have no idea what’s happening but i love all of you

#ot #ot2018 #ot 2018 #operacion triunfo #opéracion triunfo #seriously why am i watching a spanish show #i cant stop #someone send help #wartamera12 i will never stop loving you for giving me subtitles #albalia #alba #alba reche #natalia #natalia lacunza #natalba #alba x natalia #natalia x alba

[amysteryspot]

Asteria - Thomas Shelby x OC

Cover by: @anesthesieport ( @elysiumeditions )

Summary: Leah expected many things for her life, never to be abandoned by the man she loved while pregnat. Much less falling for his cousin.

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x OC, past Michael Gray x OC

Warnings: NSFW/+18 - age gap; mentions of abortion and childbirth; sex (fingering and unprotected sex - p in v); swearing; slurs (gipsy is used one time, I think); alcohol consumption; smoking; sof!Tommy (yes, this should be a warning); English is not my first language, and this wasn’t proofread.

Word Count: 12137 (my God, this should be a warning on itself)

A/N: Well, this started as an idea that I couldn’t get out of my head and I thought it would be a good celebration of me getting a job, so let’s ignore that I have been working for a month and a half, shall we. This is somewhat different than what I use to write/read, because it’s a somewhat helthier relationship between Tommy and Leah, and he is fair more soft than he is on the show, I think. If he wasn’t a bastard and dealt better with Grace’s death and all that. In the wise words of my dear friend @internalmess3, this is what could have been in a different setting of the show.

There’s a character named Rosalie that was a tribute for Rosie from @findinghisredrighthand. Go read “Tommy’s Red Right Hand” because it’s sooooooo worth it (both on AO3 and FF.net).

Stella is a name of Latim origin that means “star” and was chosen because in Greek mythology, Asteria was a Titan godess of nocturnal oracles and shooting stars (it varies, as everything in Greek mythology), and her name means “starry one” or “of the stars”.

Baby blues is defined as a temporary psycological state, right after childbirth were one can experience constant mood swings. It can last for some hours after the delivery up into some weeks. It’s somewhat of a lighter version of postpartum depression.

I have a feeling that I’m forgetting something, but I’ll leave you to read this because it will take a lifetime.

Song rec: Asteria by Alba Reche

When people said that life always has a way of surprising you, Leah could never imagine what it had in store for her. Yet, here she was, pregnant and abandoned by the man she loved, something that she never thought could happen.

Michael always had been loving and caring in his own way. Their relationship was a secret from the start. She worked with his mother and he was still getting used to his new family. It was only logical to wait to see if they had a chance of a future together before bringing the complications of a public commitment into their lives.

Time passed and the right opportunity never came. Leah wasn’t really worried about it, or so she tried to convince herself, even when the little comments about how Michael was such a catch and should be off-market soon, married to some fine lady, made her heart twist.

Tension was running high both inside the Shelby family and at the company, between the strikes from factory workers and the vendetta with the Changretta family. John’s life was hanging by a thread, Michael had almost died, it was terrible timing, Lead knew that, but the damage had already been done.

“What are you doing here at this hour?”

Tommy’s voice took Leah out of her trance. She made quick work of wiping away the remnants of the tears from her cheeks discreetly while getting up from Michael’s chair.

“I was only going through a couple of documents that Polly had left with Michael.”

She rearranged some papers for good measure before going around the desk to the door, but Tommy was faster than her and caught her arm gently to prevent her from leaving.

Leah looked up at him at the same moment that he let go of her arm and brought the back of his hand to her cheek.

“Were you crying ‘cause of those documents too?” he asked, staring back at her, “or is it because Michael is leaving tomorrow morning?”

The words were out of her mouth before she could prevent them.

“I have bigger problems than Michael leaving.”

“Do you?”

He looked at her for a minute, before his gaze fell upon the desk, more specifically on the wad of cash laying there.

She could almost hear the gears running inside his head.

“Ah, I see.”

“I need a leave,” Leah said, avoiding his gaze and trying to prevent her voice from breaking.

“How much time?”

“A week, maybe two.”

“Do you know where to go?”

Leah looked up at him, brow furrowed in confusion.

“To take care of your problem. Michael must have told you that there’s a woman who can help you. Used to be a nurse.”

She hissed at the mention, blinking slowly and biting her lips to avoid saying what she was thinking.

Tommy nodded, slightly.

“You don’t want to get rid of it, then.”

“I don’t know what I want at the moment,” Leah confessed.

“But Michael knows what he doesn’t want, eh.”

“Michael can go to hell,” Leah retorted, “him and whatever the hell he wants.”

Tommy hummed in agreement, licking his lips and observing her for a moment. Then, he turned to leave and motioned for Leah to follow him.

“Have a seat,” he said after they arrived in his office.

Leah did as she was told, observing as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“Would offer you one, but they say it harms the baby.”

She eyed him curiously as he sat down at the other side of the desk. Leah never thought he was the kind of person who would care about what a pregnant woman should or shouldn’t do. Even knowing that he was family-oriented, a lot more than most people she knew, Tommy never seemed like the kind of person to worry about those trivial things. For her, he functioned more as a provider, a protector of some sorts—but caring about those things wasn’t protecting, in the end?

“How far along are you?”

“What does it matter, Tommy? It’s not your problem.”

“It matters because I have a proposition for you,” he said, leaning back on his chair as he lit a cigarette and took a drag of it, the smoke swirling around him.

“A proposition?” Leah asked surprised.

“There’s been gossip around the company that you had someone. Nobody knew who it was, I mean, I had my suspicions, but you’re very good at hiding things.”

Furrowing her brow, Leah asked herself what he expected. She should thank him for saying that she was good at hiding things? Or should she feel offended by it? What did have to do with it, anyway?

“Sorry, Tommy, I don’t get where this is going.”

“It’s simple, Leah,” he said, inhaling the smoke before straightening himself on the chair, leaning his elbows on the desk, “I want you to marry me.”

To say Leah was shocked would be an understatement.

“I’m sorry, what?”

The way he said it, nonchalantly, not a hint of emotion on his face as he smoked, made it seem so simple, like a business transaction or a meaningless agreement.

“You’ve been working for me since when, Leah?”

She blinked a couple of times, trying to wash away the shock and make her brain function again.

“Since I was seventeen, I think.”

“Almost five years, then. It's been a long time.”

“Yeah, yeah it has,” she agreed, still not getting where the conversation was going.

“And you worked under Polly for all these years?”

Leah nodded, “Almost all of them, yes.”

All of these questions didn’t make sense. Nothing happened in Small Heat without Thomas Shelby knowing, one way or another, much less in his own company. Proof of that was how quick he joined the dots about her and Michael, or the fact that he knew there was gossip around that she had someone, even when Leah herself had never heard about it. So what was the point in asking her when he already knew the answers he was seeking?

“She must trust you, then,” he stated, flicking the ash from the cigarette on the ashtray.

“I like to think so,” Leah said, even though she knew it wasn’t a question.

“I have some plans, Leah,” Tommy said, extinguishing the cigarette and resting his chin on his joined hands. “Some plans that require some changes. And I would like your help with that.”

“Tommy, I sincerely don’t know how I can help you…”

“Marry me.”

It was as if her heart had stopped beating, “Why?”

“I’ll run for parliament, Leah. That means I’ll need a well-structured life, a family, so people can trust me and see that someone that came from the mud backstreets of Birmingham could make something of himself. That I could be something representing them,” he explained. “You’ve been working for us enough time to know exactly what kind of bad things we do, yet, you didn’t run away.”

“Nothing is black and white, Tommy.”

He smirked, pointing a finger at her.

“See, that’s why I like you. You’re a smart girl, who knows what it’s needed to survive around here. That’s why this will work for the both of us.”

Tommy got up from his chair, walking around the desk to sit on the chair beside her, elbows leaning on his knees.

“Marry me, I’ll take care of you and the baby, that would stay within the family, and you’ll help me with Charlie and politics. Ada always said that you were the only girl around here that knew her way around it. It’s a win-win for everyone.”

“Tommy, I… I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

He sighed, not seeming angry, just tired.

“You know who I am, Leah. I’m not a good man. I can’t promise you love, but I can promise that I’ll protect you. You don’t want to get rid of your child, I see it in your eyes. I can help with that, and I can promise you that I won’t treat it any differently than I do Charlie.”

Leah sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose. “And in exchange for that, you want me to do what? Pose as your good wife? People won’t bite it, Tommy.”

“Why not? It won’t be the first nor the last time that an employer and an employee have an affair.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but Tommy raised his hand, stopping her.

“We can use the gossip to our advantage. Say that we’re keeping things quiet because you didn’t want the attention, or because of Charlie, but now that you’re pregnant we decided to do things right, eh.”

Tommy took one of her hands in between his, surprisingly gentle for someone with such a rough exterior.

“And you’ll help me, posing as a good wife to the public eye and being my consultant. You studied, you have connections with people that might be useful. I’ll need that.”

She bit her lower lip, turning her head a little to avoid his eyes.

“What if you change your mind?” she paused, taking a deep breath. “About the baby?”

When Leah looked into his eyes, there was no doubt in them.

“I won't.”

“Well, this went better than I expected,” Tommy said, shedding his jacket while Leah took a seat at the end of his bed.

“Ah, so you did expect trouble,” she chided, a smile playing on her lips.

He shrugged, a little smirk lighting his features.

“You’ll soon learn that you can’t predict much with Shelby’s,” he joked, walking to the desk beside the end of the bed and hanging his jacket in its chair. “Kinda expected some backlash from Polly.”

“Ah, for getting involved with an employee,” Leah said, looking down at her hands, suddenly self-conscious.

“Nop,” he denied, “for getting involved with you.”

Leah looked up at him with a frown.

Tommy scoffed, “She’ll probably give me an earful about corrupting you and all that.”

She could have laughed in another situation, but it felt wrong, and suddenly she felt guilty gnawing it’s way into her heart.

“I’m sorry.”

It was Tommy’s turn to look at her with confusion painted on his features.

“I’m just giving you more trouble than you already have.”

Tommy nodded slightly, letting out a deep breath before taking a seat at the bed beside her, taking one of her hands in between his.

His touch felt strange but good at the same time. They had started to play this game since that day at his office. Little awkward meetings to share information that two lovers would know about each other. In those two weeks, Leah felt like they had grown into some kind of a partnership. She wouldn’t dare say that they were friends, but he no longer felt like a stranger to her anymore.

Touch had been one of the practised topics. If they were to pretend to be lovers, they should feel comfortable with each other. It wasn’t particularly difficult. Tommy didn’t enjoy extravagant displays of affection in public, which worked to their advantage. His family would know better, though. There were little tells that would reinforce their argument to the rest of the Shelby’s.

Yet, even having held his hand more than a couple of times, the feeling of his skin against hers was still thrilling. It was different from what she felt with Michael at the beginning. Tommy’s touch was gentle, caring, uncharacteristically soft for someone that she knew could cut someone else’s eyes in a heartbeat. Michael’s touch was rough and unforgiving, not worrying with anything but claiming her, marking her as his own, even if nobody could see it.

“Don’t worry, there will be enough trouble for the both of us when this all goes public.”

She gave him a half-laugh, “And we still have to go through my parents.”

This time he pouted, reminding Leah of a child that had just been denied something they really wanted.

“Don’t remind me of that. They’ll have my balls for getting their daughter pregnant before marriage.”

“Well, I think my mother will be more than happy about it because it will secure me a rich husband and give her a grandchild altogether,” Leah laughed.

“It’s just your father I’ll have to worry about then?” he asked, jokingly.

“I’ll make sure to get rid of any sharp objects that may be laying around,” she joked back, making him smirk at her.

None of them seemed bored by their intertwined hands, nor did any move to disentangle their fingers from one another. Not until Leah started to get up.

“I have to go.”

“You can stay if you want.”

His words were hurried as if he said them before really thinking about it.

Leah blinked twice, trying to find the right words to say.

“Finn is out with Isaiah and will arrive God knows when,” he scoffed, “you can have the bed. I barely sleep, anyway.”

“It’s not that long of a walk, Tommy…”

“You’re pregnant and it’s raining. I won’t let you out in this weather,” his words were firm, leaving no way to doubt. “Stay.”

She nodded, recognizing the hint of worry in his eyes and the undoubted stubbornness in his icy gaze.

“Okay,” Leah agreed, “but on one condition.”

Tommy hummed with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“And what would it be?”

“You stay here with me,” she proposed, seeing the corner of his mouth turn up in a ghost of a sideways smile. “Worst case scenario is that none of us gets a proper night of sleep, which would be fairer for both of us.”

“Trying to lure me into your bed, huh.”

“Well, technically it’s your bed,” Leah smirked at him, “and for all is worth, in theory, I already have lured you into my bed long enough to be with child.”

He smiled, shaking his head.

“Mirthful little thing, aren’t you?”

She shrugged, but before Leah could say anything, Tommy spoke,

“Come on, then. To bed with your husband.”

Little was said between them after that. Tommy silently passed her one of his sleeping shirts and changed into his sleeping clothes. Leah climbed into the bed first, facing the wall and trying to ignore the bed dipping when Tommy did the same.

“Goodnight, Leah.”

“Night, Tommy.”

The heat of his body close to her and the sound of his breathing lured her to sleep quickly, giving her little time to think about any possible consequences of this newfound closeness with Tommy. She would blame it on the pregnancy,  but deep down Leah knew that tiredness had little to do with putting her so fast to sleep that night. It was the sensation of security that he passed to her.

In the following morning, the both of them tried to ignore the awkwardness of waking up tangled up in each other, after sleeping soundly for the whole night.

The wedding was an interesting affair, to put it mildly.

Tommy had already been married before, her family insisted that they should marry before she started showing, and they had to take into consideration his political career.

Leah had expected a smaller ceremony, something simpler that wouldn’t catch people’s attention, especially considering the circumstances. Soon she learned that the word simple was not part of Thomas Shelby’s dictionary.

According to the man himself, they had to show people that anything was possible even for a poor gipsy bastard like him. So, despite the short notice, the wedding was a big affair, full of posh people and talked about in Birmingham for a couple of weeks after it took place.

She didn’t have it in her to feel disappointed by it. Marrying had been a dream of hers since she was a child, but it had become a distant wish once she started working and fell in love with Michael. Leah knew that he wasn’t ready for such a commitment, not the way she wanted. Her arrangement with Tommy had been salvation and she didn’t feel anything but gratitude towards him.

If in respect to her or just for show, most of the paintings of Tommy’s late wife had been removed from the walls of Arrow House. Leah believed it was the second option, but was relieved nonetheless. She knew Tommy still loved Grace, couldn’t blame him for it, but it would be easier to live her life without the reminder that she wasn’t supposed to be at that place.

“Hiding from the crowd?”

Leah looked up to see Tommy’s reflection in the mirror and smiled shyly.

“Just touching up my makeup,” she lied.

“Feeling tired?” he asked, approaching her to stand next to the vanity.

“A little bit.”

He nodded, flexing his fingers, a habit he had acquired when he was avoiding taking a cigarette to his lips, she had noticed.

“This is probably not how you had imagined, huh?”

“Well, I did imagine fewer politicians around,” she smiled.

He smirked, perching himself at the end of the vanity, a solemn expression on his face.

“This should have been your day but I have the impression that it ended up being just about me and the business.”

She reached for his hand, squeezing his fingers, knowing this was his way of saying he was sorry, even though she didn’t think he should be, and touch was the way she used to reassure him everything was okay.

“I don’t care, Tommy. Really,” she assured him.

“Nevertheless, I should have been more thoughtful of your wishes.”

“You were Tommy, and as I said, I don't care. You’ve been doing for me more than I could have wished for, to be honest.”

“I want to make it up to you somehow, but all I can do now is make a vow to you and the baby,” he said, bringing his other hand to hold hers in between both of his. “I promise that I’ll take care of both of you and that I’ll do everything in my power to give you a good life.”

She and Charlie waited outside the room where the poll count was being held. His little hand was holding one of hers while her other rested on her belly.

He had accepted her quite easily, getting both her and a tommy by surprise. Maybe it was because he was too young, maybe because he was an easy child to be around—Charlie like almost everybody.

Leah took a deep breath, everything was harder now at seven months of pregnancy.

“Are you tired, Lee?”

She smiled down at the child. “A little bit, yeah.”

“Is it because of the baby? he asked curiously.

Charlie had been quite excited at the prospect of having a sibling. Leah hoped that didn’t change after the baby was born.

“Yes, it is.”

“Will they take long to arrive?” he asked, resting his hand gently on her belly.

“A few more months.”

“I can’t wait to meet them,” he sighed, resting his cheek on Leah’s belly.

She could swear her heart would burst with joy.

And that was the moment when they heard the sound of the doors opening. Tommy was the first to appear, a big smile on his face as his eyes settled on her and Charlie and one of the guards handed him his gun. His family was behind him as he descended the stairs, walking right to them. He kissed her, light and gentle, a hand on her belly, before crouching down to pick up Charlie.

“You made it,” she beamed as he straightened himself.

“We made it,” he corrected, taking her hand and guiding her to the stairs to meet the press on the outside of the building.

It was the start of a new chapter in their lives.

The sharp pain made Leah hold her breath. She had been expecting it, of course, but the real thing was a lot worse than what she had imagined.

“Breath, Leah. You have to breathe, sweetheart.”

Following Polly’s advice, Leah took a deep breath, trying to think about anything other than the pain.

“Almost done, love. Just one more push.”

Leah didn’t remember things clearly after that. It was as if she was underwater, the voices seemed too far away and everything she could focus on was the high-pitched cry in the background as she closed her eyes for a moment.

“It’s a girl.”

She let out a loud breath in relief. A girl. Yeah, a girl would be better. Opening her eyes, Leah felt the tears running down her cheeks as Polly brought the little bundle of covers to her.

“Here you are, sweetie, right in the arms of your mother,” Polly murmured to the baby, passing it to Leah.

The little thing screamed, making Leah laugh.

“I love you,” she said, running her finger through the baby’s cheek that opened her eyes to look at Leah. “Yeah, I love you.”

The women helped deliver the afterbirth, cleaning her and changing the sheets. Everything felt out of place in her body and Leah was still not sure about her feelings. The only thing she knew was that she would do anything for the little girl cradled in her arms.

“Let me see her.”

Leah heard Tommy’s voice through the door and a rush of other voices before the door opened and Tommy entered. He looked disheveled, no jacket or gun holster in sight, just his waistcoat and a crumpled shirt with the collar opened and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“I tried to hold him back, Leah, but your husband is a knucklehead,” Ada said, smacking the back of her brother's head, making Leah laugh.

“It’s alright, Ada”

Tommy’s eyes were glued to the bundle of covers in Leah's arms. She could swear there were tears in his eyes when he looked up at her.

“A girl?” he asked, voice breaking a little bit.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “come meet her.”

He approached the bed carefully, standing at the side of it for a moment, unsure, then looking expectantly at her, as if asking for permission to get closer. When she nodded, he sat down on the bed, getting closer to her.

“Do you want to hold her?” Leah asked, unsure.

He looked up at her, hopeful, “Can I?”

“Of course you can, dickhead. You helped make her, it’s only fair that you help take care of her.”

They both laughed at Ada’s remark, and Leah passed the baby to him.

Tommy was so careful, did it so naturally, that it was difficult to believe that the man sitting beside her was the same responsible for ruling the streets of Small Heat with guns and razor blades.

His eyes were on the baby, taking everything every feature carefully. The little thing stretched her arms out of the covers, opened her eyes and looked at him. Tommy smiled, one that reached his eyes.

He looked at her then, leaning in and pecking her lips, asking, “Have you thought of a name yet?”

“Stella.”

“Hum, I like it,” Tommy agreed, looking down at the baby that started to whine. He placed his thumb on her little palm, letting the baby's fingers curl around it. “Welcome home, Stella Shelby.”

“Charlie refused to sleep in his room,” Tommy announced as he entered their bedroom, “again.”

“Let me guess, he wanted to stay with Stella?” Leah smiled, taking off her earrings while looking at him through the mirror.

“Yes,” he answered, sliding the braces through his shoulders and getting his shirt out of his pants before starting to undo the buttons. “Said he had to protect his little sister from the monsters under her crib.”

She laughed, turning around in her seat to face him.

“It’s kinda cute, actually. Good thing he wants to be around, ‘cause I expected that he wouldn’t get used to having a sibling. Especially one from a different mother and a girl, on top of that.”

“Nah, he is enthralled by her,” Tommy assured her. “She has him wrapped around her little fingers.”

“Not only him, from what I heard,” she jested, making Tommy pass a hand over his face.

“Polly is exaggerating, you know.”

“It wasn’t Polly who told me,” she smiled, turning her back on him again to finish getting ready for bed.

“It’s just… They grow up so fast. It was like that with Charlie. I just want to be able to hold her while I can without her complaining about her father being too clingy.”

“It’s cute,” she said, receiving a glare through the mirror, “just like your son wanting to be around her all the time.”

“We are protective of our girls, so what?”

“Nothing. As far as I know, neither of us are complaining,” Leah reassured him, finishing braiding her hair and searching for something to tie it up.

The sleeve of her robe slipped from her shoulder, revealing the lace underneath. She saw Tommy freeze for a second, eyes on her skin and mouth slightly agape while he stepped out of his slacks.

They had been ignoring it—whatever it was—for a while now. Even before Stella was born there was an unspoken attraction between them. Leah always brushed it off as hormones or the fact that Tommy was, indeed, a handsome man, someone that had taken her in on a difficult time. But the feeling growing inside of her had nothing to do with gratitude.

He insisted that they shared a room. It would be easier to quench any doubts that people might have about their relationship because the staff would carry out the word. Tommy never made a move, always careful when touching her, gauging for her consent every time.

After Stella was born, she could think of little aside from taking care of the baby or trying to deal with the baby blues. Now, Stela was almost seven months old, Leah had learned the routine and started to get back into her old self, and these feelings started getting harder to ignore.

Tommy avoided her gaze, clearing his throat and turning his back to her when he caught her watching him.

She waited for a moment that seemed to last an eternity and then mustered the courage to ask, “Have you ever thought about it?”

“Thought about what?” he returned the question, without looking at her.

“About us.”

Their eyes crossed through the mirror, Tommy exhaled loudly and nodded slightly.

“Yes.”

“Why not say anything?”

“It would only complicate things.”

She got up from the vanity then, fingers untying the knot of her nightgown until she stood in front of him.

“And you only like simple things?”

“No,” he answered, his hot breath ghosting over her face.

Leah let the satin slip through her shoulders and into the ground. “Then let’s stop ignoring it.”

They met halfway, lips urgent against each other, hands eager to explore and keep each other close as if afraid that the other would vanish in thin air.

Tommy lost no time in getting her out of the nightdress, showing little interest in the intricate pattern of satin and lace—he was more interested in what was underneath.

She let out a heavy breath when his lips travelled from her mouth to her neck, licking and nibbling at her skin.

“You should know that I’m not the same I was before Stella,” she warned, suddenly self-conscious about her body.

His answer came in the form of roaming hands and a pleased grown.

“I quite like you right now.”

She snorted, “That’s because you didn’t know me before.”

“I’m sure that I would like you either way,” he answered, biting her earlobe, “anyway.”

He traced down her spine with a feather-like touch that brought goosebumps to her skin. It had been long, too long since she felt another’s touch in such a way.

She traced his muscles, kissed his neck and let her hands wander to the shaven sides of his head.

Tommy groaned at the feeling of her nails and was quick to bring them both to bed. Prying her legs open and nestling himself between them.

Leah sighed, his weight above her a welcomed feeling.

He left a trail of open-mouthed kisses all the way down her body—all around her breasts, her belly and navel, until he stopped at the waistband of her knickers, tugging it down her legs.

She helped him get rid of it the best she could, swallowing hard at the hunger in his eyes when he looked down at her, completely bare before him.

The back of his fingers ghosted over her legs, up to her thighs, until he brushed them lightly over her cunt, making her take a sharp breath.

“It’s alright, eh,” he cooed, “let me take care of you.”

Leah watched him as his fingers parted her lips and traced her slit. She closed her eyes, breathless, as he explored her.

“Eyes on me, Leah.”

Her eyes opened instantly, gaze fixed on him.

“That’s it,” he praised, slipping a finger inside of her, “good girl.”

Leah had to concentrate on keeping her eyes open, the sensation was overwhelming. It felt familiar and yet different at the same time. She watched, entranced as he kept a lewd pace, sliding his finger in and out of her.

When she whimpered, toes curling and gripping the sheets, he slid another finger in. It was too much, her eyes closed and she stopped breathing as Tommy started to move at a faster pace.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

He curled his fingers, brushing his thumb on her clit, running circles on the bundle of nerves.

“Tommy,” she cried out, gazing at him through half-closed lids.

He smirked, satisfied with the effect he had on her.

“That’s it, Lee, let it happen.”

Chest heaving and eyes closed, Leah concentrated on the sensations, the little noises, the turmoil of feelings inside of her. It didn’t take long for everything to come crashing down in a wave of pure, raw pleasure as she moaned his name again.

His lips found hers in the middle of the haze, bringing her back to present, her hands finding his shoulders, squeezing hard as if to make sure that he was here, that he was real.

Leah encircled her legs around his waist, his crotch brushing against her center, making them both whine at the feeling.

“I want you,” she breathed against his lips, “please.”

Tommy growled at her plea, making quick work in getting rid of his undershorts. The sight of him made Leah bite her lips, which made him grim mischievously at her.

Covering her body with his again, he grinded down on her pelvis, pulling a sigh out of her. Tommy leaned into an elbow, his other hand travelling to her hips, keeping her in place as he adjusted himself against her.

Leah brought him down for a kiss, moaning against his lips at the feeling of his cock entering her. Desire pooled low on her belly, the sensation so overwhelming that it made it harder to breathe.

“So tight,” he groaned, “so wet.”

She heard about sex feeling different after giving birth, but Leah wasn’t sure if all of it had to do with the changes on her body or more with the man she was sharing this moment with.

The comparison was inevitable: where Michael had been rough and demanding, Tommy was being gentle and selfless. Her husband’s rough hands bore a tenderness that she had grown used to over time.

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, one of Tommy’s hands slid down her body to grasp her knee, bringing it up to rest against his ribcage.

Leah whined in pleasure, rolling her hips up to meet his trusts, nails digging into his lower back.

Tommy growled, sneaking a hand in between their sweaty bodies, massaging her clit, making her swear under her breath as she clenched around his cock, making him smile against her skin.

“Come for me, Leah, eh. Come around my cock,” he breathed against her ear, “want to feel you coming all around me.”

One hard trust was all it took for her to unravel, between an unintelligible string of swears and sighs of his name.

He continued thrusting into her, riding out her orgasm and searching for his own release.

“Are you going to give it to me, Tommy?” she encouraged him, getting his attention.

He lifted his face to look down at her, mouth agape, a drop of sweat running down his neck. The ice on his eyes melted, replaced by molten desire.

“I want to feel you,” she pushed, moving her hips up to meet his thrusts once more, “all of you.”

“Fuck.”

Tommy came with a growl of her name, hands clutching her hips with an iron grasp.

Neither of them dared to move, not ready to pop the bubble that had formed around them. At that moment all that mattered was their skin pressed against each other, the mist of pleasure, the sound of heavy breathing and their hearts beating fast at the same compass.

“I think I might be falling for you.”

“Huh, there’s something different about you today,” Polly suggested, rubbing the tip of her fingers against each other, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

“That must be your eyes, Pol. I did nothing different today.”

“No, no, it isn’t anything you did differently, no,” she explained, taking a drag of the cigarette. “You have this glow about you.”

“Glow. Really?” Leah laughed, rearranging Stella in her arms.

“Ah, you can laugh all you want but I see what I see, love.”

“What are your girls talking about?” Tommy asked, walking through the door of the dressing room and going straight to Leah, kissing her on the lips and then kissing Stella’s forehead.

The little girl squeezed, happy with the attention.

Tommy then proceeded to shed his jacket and go to the drink cabinet.

“Ah,” Polly exclaimed, a triumphant grin on her face, “I see.”

Leah looked at her with a frown that only made Polly laugh. She watched Polly watching them.

His husband’s aunt observed as Tommy made his way back to the sofa and took a seat beside Leah, throwing an arm behind her shoulders and holding his drink on the other hand.

“What do you see, Polly?” he asked, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“How Stella is the spilt image of her mother,” Polly smiled, winking at Leah when Tommy looked down at the baby.

He put the drink down on the center table, leaning down to play with Stella’s fingers.

“That she is, right my girl?”

The baby giggled, happily, making both her parent’s smile.

“Come on, give her here,” he said, extending his arms to take the baby out of her arms. “Beautiful as her mother, ain’t you, eh.”

“If you don’t take care, you’ll both be competing with John real soon.” Polly laughed, puffing out some smoke. 

Leah was quick to protest, “Oh, no, no, no, no. I don’t plan on having any more children anytime soon. We already have our hands full with Charlie and Stella.”

“Oh, come on, why not?” Tommy quipped. “We have the means to hire nannies, it won’t be much of a problem having another baby around.”

“Easy for you to say when it wasn’t you who had to carry a baby for nine months and then push it out of you,” Leah exclaimed, making both Polly and Tommy laugh.

“Told you,” the older woman said, “if it depends on him you’ll be pregnant again in no time.”

“Well, I’m not complaining about the process of making one,” he grinned.

“Tommy!” Leah reprimanded, giving him a light slap on the shoulder.

“What, woman. From what I remember you were not complaining last night either, eh.”

“You’re incorrigible!”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he winked at her, tickling Stella when she whined.

“Mr Shelby, I’m sorry to interrupt but there’s a call for you,” Frances announced from the door. “They said it was urgent.”

“It’s okay, I’ll take it in the office,” he answers, getting up from the couch.

“Do you want to give her to me?” Leah asked when he rearranged the baby in his arms.

“No, I’ll take her,” he said, walking out of the room.

Leah was still looking at him vanishing through the door when Polly talked again.

“I thought the honeymoon phase would be gone by now but you two seem closer than what you were when you married.”

Swallowing hard, Leah said, “I think we were both too worried about what people would think about us. What they would say.”

Polly hummed in agreement.

“Then, there was the wedding and my pregnancy… Everything happened so fast.”

“Hum, yeah, makes sense,” Polly agreed, stubbing out her cigarette on the ashtray. “It’s good to see him happy, you know. It’s been a while since I last saw him this relaxed, even at home.”

“He doesn’t take his mind out of business easily, I noticed.”

“It was always like that,” Polly mused, a nostalgic smile on her lips. “His mother always said: it’s his cleverness that will kill him.”

“What was he like before?”

“Sweet,” the older woman answered. “He used to be shy and sweet. Always too worried and aware of everyone but himself.”

Making a pause, Polly took a deep breath. “But he has always been ambitious. Wanted to prove himself, because of who we are, what we are.”

Leah nodded. She had heard people spat the slur towards the family before. Never in their presence, not unless they wanted to end up blind. She never understood why people wanted to prove themselves better than others because of money or heritage, so it never made sense to her why some people had to prove themselves for anything. But Leah was a woman, and just because of that she knew that not everything made sense, not in the society they lived in, with so many injustices and prejudice.

“He just doesn’t know how to stop,” Leah comments.

“No, he doesn’t,” Polly agrees, taking another sip of her drink. “Or at least he didn’t, ‘cause it appears that you’re slowly teaching him how to.”

Leah scoffed, “That’s probably thanks to the children.”

“Don’t belittle yourself. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. You’ve been good to him and I mean it in more ways than one. He has been more focused on work, more open-minded. And yet, he has been making it home more too. Passing time with the children, with you. That’s all your work.”

“Penny for your thoughts?” Tommy asked, making Leah turn around to face him.

She had been sitting on the windowsill, mulling over Polly’s words from earlier that day.

“It would be a waste of your money,” she answered with a half smile.

“You’re never a waste of money,” he assured, coming to stand at her side, making her lean on him and kissing her hairline. “Now, the truth. What is making you so gloom? You seemed alright earlier when Polly was here.”

Leah took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Polly was just talking about how we seem more on a honeymoon phase now instead of when we married.”

“Well, it makes sense. We were getting to know each other at that time, you were pregnant, things were different.”

The rumble of his voice through this chest had a calming effect on Leah, and she leaned in closer, resting her forehead against his sternum, breathing his scent as her arms tightened around his waist.

“What are you afraid of?”

“Of people connecting the dots some day,” she answered, eyes closed in fear. “That she will connect the dots someday. Realize that she helped bring into the world her own grandchild without knowing it. That I lied and took that away from her all this time.”

“Hey,” his hands cradle her face, tilting her head up to make her look at him, “We both lied, okay. This is not just on you. I have my share of guilt and so does Michael. Polly will understand.” Tommy caressed her cheeks, leaning down and bumping his nose against hers. “If anyone discovers it, so what? What matters is us and what we created. Don’t dwell too much over it.”

He kissed her then, and even though there was a gentleness in his touch, there was also hunger, need. A feeling that Leah matched in kind.

“Were you serious earlier?”

Both their breaths were heavy, mixed as they refused to let go of one another. Tommy was still holding her face, and Leah’s hands found their way to his wrists, keeping them there as if she wanted to prevent him from leaving.

“About what?”

“About having another baby,” she replied, trying not to shy away from his stare.

She had thought about his words after Polly left, but now it seemed like a bad idea blurting them out and Leah almost wished that she could take them back.

“Why not?” he asked, lips meeting hers again, teasing and tormenting. Awakening the fire inside of her like only he knew how. “Stella is almost one, it would be good for her to have another sibling. And considering Charlie’s reaction to her birth, I don’t think that he would mind either.”

Their lips meet again and Leah couldn’t suppress the mewl that left her lips when he lifted her by the waist, making her kneel over the seat, standing at the same height as him. His hand hovered over her body, coming to rest on the sweep of her ass, pressing her against his body.

“And I wouldn’t mind seeing you all swollen with my child inside of your belly again.”

Leah wasn’t sure what had sealed the deal for her, but she was certain that the way he talked about her previous pregnancy as if Stella was indeed his child had a huge weight in it.

Tommy had never broken his promise to her. He was a doting father to Stella and always treated her in the same way he did Charles. At first, she worried about having another child. It would be a lie saying that the thought never crossed her mind after they started sleeping together. They never had been careful and it was something that could happen even if they didn’t want it. She had been preparing herself to have this conversation with Tommy for a while, to think about which path they wanted to follow, how they would prevent an unwanted pregnancy.

Seeing him talk about having another child with her this afternoon as if it was the most logical thing in the world, as if it was evident that he would want it, made something inside of her melt at the thought of being pregnant again—one that would be planned and wanted.

Not that she didn’t love Stella. The little girl was the light of her life, but the circumstances of her conception had left a mark on Leah.

It was her time to lean in for a kiss. Her arms resting on his shoulders, hands scraping his scalp and entangling themselves at his hair as they devoured each other.

“Then take me to bed, Mr Shelby,” she panted against his lips, seeing the wicked smile on her husband's lips.

“As you wish, Mrs Shelby.”

It took them a few months of trying before Leah fell pregnant again. Not that either of them was complaining, the whole process of trying for a child had lifted the mood on Arrow House. Tommy’s brothers even joked that he was acting more like his old self and wanted to know the reason why.

Nobody knew of the news yet, only Tommy, Leah and the doctor they visited. Probably Frances too, the housekeeper was way too good at her job, and had grown on Leah along the years. She wanted to wait a while to make sure everything was alright before sharing the news, but, as Tommy said, you can’t really predict much with Shelby’s.

“You’re not drinking,” Polly pointed out one evening when they were all gathered together at the parlour in Arrow House, after having dinner.

Leah felt Tommy squeeze her waist in reassurance. She had been sitting on his lap for most of the night. It had been like that for a while. When they were in the presence of the family or alone, he couldn’t get his hands off of her.

“I’m just being careful not to drink too much,” Leah tried to change the subject.

“Ah, you’ve got yourself a good one, Tommy,” Arthur laughed, raising his glass in their direction, “the first Shelby that willingly chooses to mind her drink.”

Polly was having none of that though. Her eyes were still glued on Leah.

“No, no,” she disagreed, “it’s none of that. Stand up.”

“Oh my God, Pol,” Ada exclaimed, “in front of everybody?”

Tommy downed the rest of his drink, looking at Leah for permission. She nodded, briefly, a smile playing on her lips.

“There’s no need for you to check it, Pol. Leah’s pregnant.”

The room fell silent for a moment, while everyone looked at one another, and then it erupted in cheers.

Polly was the first to get to Leah, pulling her up and off Tommy’s lap, into a hug.

“Told ya. This one will keep you pregnant the most he can.”

Leah laughed, saying, “Well, I’ll have to be careful for the both of us next time.”

Rosalie Shelby was born on a fairly sunny day, in the middle of the afternoon, during summer.

If Leah could have a say in it, it was such a relief to have the baby out of her that she couldn’t even describe it. The summer had been unmerciful and she had had enough of waddling around aching all over her body.

This time, there was no getting Tommy out of the room while she gave birth. Ada stayed down on the parlour with the children, while his brothers protested that this was women’s business, and Polly tried to talk him out of it. There was no use. He stayed with Leah almost the whole time of the nine hours of her labour to welcome another little Shelby into the word.

To be honest, Leah was glad to have him with her. Tommy made all of her doubts about having made the right decision to have another child disappear with his soothing and reassuring words.

Now, hours later, they were still sitting together against the headboard of their bed, Rosalie cradled in her mother’s arms, while they waited for Frances to bring Charlie and Stella in to meet their new sister.

“She is very cute, but I swear to God this is the last time I will go through a pregnancy again.”

“What are you talking about, woman?” he asked, trying to sound irritated, but she recognized the hint of playfulness in his voice.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” she warned when his pale blue eyes fixed on her full of hopefulness. “It’s easy for you to want a bunch of children when you don’t have to go through all the hell that pregnancy and childbirth are.”

“Common, it can’t be that bad,” he reasoned, snuggling into her side and playing with Rosie’s fingers. “Look at her! It’s not worth it?”

“It is,” Leah answered promptly, “doesn’t mean that it was a piece of cake.”

The door opened before they could continue the conversation, a smiling Charlie holding hands with a little unsure Stella came into view, Frances right behind. When Stella made no move to get closer to the bed, Charlie looked back at her, nudging her gently.

“Come, Stella. Let’s see our new sibling.”

Leah could swear her heart swooned. The sight of her children walking to her, hand in hand, was probably the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Tommy helped Stella up on the bed, sitting her on his lap, and Charlie climbed up on her side, leaning his head on Leah’s shoulder to take a better look at the newborn, a smile on his lips.

Stella seemed a little unsure about the baby, her green eyes sceptical as she observed her mother and the baby.

Leah looked at Tommy, who seemed to take the hint immediately.

“Stella, this is your little sister, Rosalie.”

She blinked, once, twice, then looked up at her mother before extending her hand to touch the baby’s face. Rosalie opened her eyes at the feeling, grunting a little bit, before closing her eyes again.

Before Leah or Tommy could say anything, Charlie was quick to reassure his little sister.

“Don’t worry, Stells, mommy and daddy won’t love us any less because of Rosalie.”

A tear fell down Leah’s cheek and she dammed the hormones, placing a kiss on Charlie’s forehead ignoring the mocking smirk on her husband’s face.

Looking up at her father and then at her mother, Stella leaned her head on Tommy’s chest and then said:

“Rose.”

Things had been chaotic for weeks. Tommy had been having a hard time at the Parliament, Finn had been going wild to catch his family’s attention and Michael… Well, Michael had been misbehaving for a while,  but now he had blatantly ignored Tommy’s orders, losing a huge starch of the company’s money.

That led to where they were now. Tommy had gone to the Garrison to meet Michael. He had arrived last week, Leah had been trying to calm her nerves, but it seemed like an Herculean task.

Things between her and Tommy had been strange too. They hadn’t exactly been avoiding each other, but they were talking just what was strictly necessary. She was sure that he was hiding something from her, but she didn't have the energy to ask because her mind was already too busy with fear.

When he arrived home she was nursing Rosalie. He walked past the parlour, not acknowledging them, and went straight to his office. She didn’t hear the door closing, so he mustn’t be planning on working.

After a few minutes, she heard footsteps, and Tommy appeared on the door, walking into the room and going straight to the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

She waited, unsure if she wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Michel’s married.”

Leah stopped breathing for a second, blinking down slowly.

Tommy downed the rest of his whiskey, turning around to face her.

“His wife is pregnant.”

A shiver ran down Leah’s spine and it was as if she had travelled back in time. The look on his face as she told him she was pregnant, how nonchalantly he threw the roll of money to her, saying that a child was not on his plans, so she must take care of it… get rid of it.

She didn’t know what to feel. Betray? It seemed illogical and far from reality. She had stopped loving him a long time ago. Yet, Leah couldn’t shake the anger that rose inside of her when she thought that he was willing to accept another woman’s child but wouldn't accept hers.

Rose must have felt her mother’s distress because she immediately released Leah’s breast and started crying. Tommy was quick to take the child from her, resting her against his chest and shoulder, waiting for her to burp while trying to calm her down.

Mechanically, she rearranged her clothes, trying to gather her thoughts.

She could feel Tommy’s eyes fixed on her as she took a deep breath and said, “This can work to our advantage.”

He frowned, asking “How?”

“Michael probably never told her what happened before he left for America, must have wanted to impress her, and that means he didn't want her to know he left his pregnant girlfriend behind after leaving with his tail between his legs.”

He just blinked slowly, listening and absorbing her words.

She continued, “even if she knows, it won’t be a good look for him if people hear about it.”

“That is the only thing you’re worried about?”

She looked at him without understanding the meaning of his words.

“What more should I be worried about, Tommy?” she asked, confused, “My only fear is that he will make a fuss and take Stella from us.”

“He won’t take Stella from us, I can assure you that,” he guaranteed, voice steady as he walked to sit beside her on the loveseat.

When he reclined against the backrest, looking down at Rose that had stopped fusing and was already drifting off to sleep, she understood what he meant.

“You were worried that I would want him back now that he is here again.”

He seemed almost ashamed of his own feelings as he looked at her.

“You loved him.”

“Loved,” she said, “past tense. Even if I still loved him, which I don’t, I wouldn’t want him back, not after everything he said to me.”

“Are you sure?”

Leah smiled and leaned into him, her hand resting on the back of his head.

“Feeling insecure now, Tom? After all these years and two children?”

He scoffed, shaking his head slightly.

“It’s childish, I know.”

“It’s human, which is not something you show off much these days.”

Tommy chuckled, “Yeah, I know.”

“I love you,” she confessed, getting lost in his ocean blue eyes, as he turned to face her. “I love you and the life we created and even if you’re not the easiest person to deal with sometimes, and our life is not the safest, I still wouldn’t exchange it for a man that left his pregnant girlfriend behind because he didn’t have space in his life for her.”

“Not the easiest to deal with huh?” he asked, playfulness evident in his voice.

“From everything I said, that’s the thing you remember? Of course!”

“I love you, Leah, and I’m glad to have you by my side.”

Polly opened the door, signing for Leah to enter. Charlie and Stella hurried back in before her, and then she followed. The older woman smiled at her as she crossed the threshold, cooing at the baby.

“Meet the new member of the Shelby clan,” Polly announced, as Leah smiled and walked to her husband.

Stella was in his arms, and Charlie immediately took Leah’s side as she stood beside Tommy. They leaned in almost at the same time, meeting halfway to share a chaste kiss while people cheered around them.

Ada was the first to approach her, a hand gently caressing the baby’s cheeks.

“How did you name her?”

“Rose,” Stella was quick to reply, making them laugh.

“It’s actually Rosalie, but Stella is keen on calling her Rose.”

“It suits her though,” Polly assured, as she stood beside Ada.

Tommy’s brothers were the next to approach, Arthur quickly taking Rose from Leah, making even his wife smile a little. It was in the midst of the chaos that her husband’s family always created that she noticed the new additions to the table.

It was as if she was frozen in place. Her blood ran cold in her veins and for the first time in while Leah was glad that Rose wasn’t on her arms.

Michael had turned into a younger version of Tommy before he left for New York. Now he seemed different, almost a polar opposite of his cousin. His eyes were quickly traveling from her to Stella and Tommy, and she knew that it was just a matter of time for him to do the math.

And then there was the blonde on his arm—beautiful, young and dangerous. That was the first thing that came to Leah’s mind.

It was Charlie who took her out of this haze, taking her hand, making Leah look down at his smiling face. She pressed her finger gently to his nose, making him chuckle.

Tommy changed Stella in his arms, freeing himself to rest his hand at the small of her back and Leah let herself be enveloped by all the love they were receiving, letting the dread melt away, even if it was for a short time.

Polly had taken Charlie and Stella to her house and Ada was at her office with Rose. Leah didn’t even remember how she ended up sitting roosted up on Tommy’s desk, legs spread so he could stand in between them, his crotch right against hers.

They had just got back to discover each other yet again. Truth be told, most of the time Leah’s mind was too focused on the children to even think about having sex with her husband, but Tommy had a way to rile her up that was hard to resist.

“You were so good today at the meeting,” he praised, making her hum in approval. “All I could think about was how I could reward you later.”

“Tommy,” she breathed, being silenced by his lips right away.

The feeling of his hands trailing up her thighs, bringing the fabric of her dress with them, the way he grinded against her, the taste of whiskey on his tongue, it was all intoxicating enough for her to get so lost in her husband’s touch that she barely recognized the sound of the door opening.

“You should think about locking the door, you know,” Michael said, annoyance clear in his tone.

Sighing, Leah looked over her shoulder, annoyed and certainly looking as if she could kill him, saying, “and you should learn to knock on the door before barging in unannounced.”

Tommy chuckled right into her ear, helping her off the desk, a satisfied smirk on his lips.

She made quick work to make herself presentable, not bothering with the feeling of Michael’s glare on them.

“I’ll get the children at Polly’s and head back to London,”

“Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

Tommy leaned in for a kiss and Leah responded in kind, ignoring the audience, before taking her bag and coat to leave his office. When she passed by Michael, she said, “Mr Gray,” without waiting for an answer, she closed the door behind her.

“Sorry for taking so long,” Leah apologized, as she kissed Polly’s cheek.

“Don’t mention it. They have been a blessing.”

“Well, that’s new for Shelby children.”

The both of them laughed at Leah’s remark.

“Mrs Shelby.”

Leah looked up to see Gina coming down the stairs.

“Mrs Gray.”

“Beautiful children you have,” the blonde smiled, but there was something behind it that made Leah’s skin crawl.

“Thank you,” she replied, curtly. “Heard that you’ll have one of your own soon.”

“Oh, yes. Michael and I are delighted.”

Leah scoffed, “I can imagine.

“Where’s Rose?” Polly asked, trying to break the ice.

“In the car with Ada. We’re going to London, wait up for Tommy there.”

“It amazes me how your husband does so many things, considering he is not that young anymore,” Gina comments, making Leah give her a yellow smile.

“I’ll go get the children,” Polly announced, annoyed and rolling her eyes for only Leah to see.

“A little bit too old for you, don’t you think?” Gina asked, taking a step towards Leah. “Maybe that’s why you decided to have another child, make sure that he will stay with you.”

“Children don’t hold a marriage together,” Leah said, facing Gina, “and I don’t see why any of this should be of your concern. Maybe you should be more interested in worrying about your husband.”

“Michael tells me everything, so I don’t have anything to worry about,” Gina replied, Benin dripping from her words.

“Mama,” both children exclaimed together, running to hug her, and Leah picked Stella up, the girl instantly hiding her face against her neck.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on them, Pol.”

“As I said, no problem, love.”

“Say goodbye to your aunt, kids.”

“Bye, Aunt Polly.”

“Goodbye, sweeties,” she answered, giving each of them a kiss.

“Bye, Polly,” Leah said, leaning in to kiss the older woman on the cheek.

“Goodbye, Pol.”

“Bye, love.”

Leah turned her head to face Gina.

“Goodbye, Mrs Gray.”

“Mrs Shelby.”

“She isn’t Tommy’s, is she?”

Leah made her best to not let it show how much the statement had shocked her.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Pol.”

The older woman scoffed, “Yeah, you do know, sweetheart. There’s no use trying to lie to me. I’ve seen the tension rising since Michael came back, and although you did quite a good job at hiding your feelings, I know Tommy better. Losing money from the company is not the only reason why he’s mad at Michael.”

Letting out a heavy breath, Leah turned around to face Polly.

“How long did you know?”

“Not long,” she said, “but now that I do, I question myself how I’ve been so blind for so long.”

“I was hoping we weren’t that obvious,” Leah sighed, sitting down on the armchair by the fireplace.

“You’re not,” Polly assured, taking the other seat. “I just know my nephew too well for his own good. When you two married I should have known that there was something more to it than convenience and a baby, but you two seemed quite fond of each other, and I trusted you, so I brushed it off.”

“I own him a lot.”

“You owe him nothing. Tommy never does something he doesn’t want to, being it for good or not,” Polly sighed, taking a drag from her cigarette and leaning back on the armchair, before facing Leah. “You remember Grace, right? Tommy’s first wife.”

“I know about her, yes, but I don’t remember that much from when she was alive. We’ve only met a couple of times.”

“Huh, good for you. She was no good,” Polly flicked the ash from her smoke on a nearby ashtray, the disgust evident in her features and her voice. “She was a traitor, a liar, but Tommy was blinded by love.”

Leah had seen the photographs and paintings. She had overheard the maids talk about Tommy’s late wife. Michael himself had said a thing or two about her, so Leah knew that nobody in the family fully accepted Grace.  Tommy didn’t like to talk about her, she was never sure if it was because he still loved his late wife or because he didn’t want to upset her.

She wasn’t upset by it though. She just couldn’t be. Leah knew what it was to love somebody like that and she understood that you never loved two people the same way. Tommy loved her, he had strange ways to show it,  but Leah knew. Grace would always be his first wife, the mother of his child, but she wasn’t here anymore, Leah was.

“They seemed very fond of each other.”

Polly hummed, blowing out some smoke. “They wouldn't last.”

Leah frowned, “Do you think?”

“Oh, I know, Lee. She wanted to change him. Wanted the good without the bad. You don’t change a man like Tommy.”

Leah said nothing to that, she knew too little of Grace and her relationship with Tommy to judge. On one thing she agreed with Polly, though—you could never change anybody, not unless they wanted to.

There was silence between them for a long moment until Polly spoke again.

“When he announced that you two would marry because you were pregnant, I was torn between thinking that it would be like Grace all over again or that everything was just a pretence because he wanted to run for parliament and needed the image of a good family man.”

Leah chuckled, “Well, you were not entirely wrong.”

“What happened?” Polly asked, staring at her.

“Do you want the short answer or the long one?”

“Tell me everything.”

After taking a deep breath, Leah began,

“It started as something casual, no strings attached. Both of us had just started working at the company, Michael was still getting used to all of you...  I was drinking with some friends one night at the Garrison, he arrived with Isaiah… it just happened.”

To be honest, Leah didn’t remember much from that first night. They were both on the verge of being drunk, so they headed to her flat between giggles and sloppy kisses. After stumbling through the place knocking off countless decoration items, they crumbled on the bed in a mess of limbs and wandering hands.

Everything was rushed and messy, not the best night either of them had had, but for some reason, before leaving in the morning, Michael left her a check for the broken items scattered all over her floor and a note, asking for a proper date.

“From them on, we kept sneaking around. It was practical, we understood each other, we were not supposed to catch feelings, but then it started to be something more,” Leah sighed, leaning back on the armchair, her gaze on the fireplace, “at least for me”.

At the time, Leah didn’t consider that the feelings could be one sided, but since after he left, the thought seemed to make more and more sense.

“We agreed that keeping it a secret was for the best. I worked under your supervision, he was still unsure of everything, we didn’t want to rush things, and then, the vendetta happened, Michael got injured and I… I…”

It hurt, remembering that day. It hurt so much that she had tried to forget that conversation altogether, but it was impossible.

“Then I discovered that I was pregnant.”

“You told him?” Polly asked, tentatively, as if she was afraid to hear the answer.

“Yes. After Tommy discovered that he had lied to him about the ambush and gave the order for him to go to America.”

Polly swallowed hard, crushing the cigarette butt onto the ashtray.

“What did he say?”

Leah scoffed, a lonely tear running down her cheek as she said, “He picked a stash of money from the safe and gave it to me. Said that he knew a woman that could take care of it, she would be discreet. I could take a week of leave from the company, say something about personal problems or overdue vacations. Nobody needed to know.”

Polly swore, getting up to serve herself some alcohol, before returning to hear the end of the story.

“I questioned him, said that I didn’t want to get rid of the baby. Then he said that he couldn’t do anything else because he had other problems at hand and had to leave for America the next morning. It was the last time I talked to him until now.”

“That fucking boy, I swear…”

Leah laughed without humor, observing the older woman take a large gulp of her drink.

“How did you end up with Tommy?”

“He knew about Michael and I. When he found me sitting at Michael’s desk that night, he came to me and offered me a deal. I would marry him, he would say that the baby was his, and I would support him through the elections and take care of Charlie.”

“Huh, sounds like him. Turning everything into business.”

Leah smiled, slightly.

“Somewhere along the way things changed, though,” she confessed, making Polly smile. “It wasn’t just business anymore, and honestly? Marrying him was probably the best decision I have taken in a long while.”

“You won’t think like that in ten years,” Polly joked, and the two laughed.

“Did he say something to you? About Stella?”

There was no need to clarify who he was, Polly knew better.

“No,” she denied, “he was strange after the meeting when we presented Rose, but he didn’t say anything.”

“Do you think that she knows?”

“Probably,” Polly scoffed, “she seems to know more than I would like her to. You should be prepared because they’ll want to take advantage of it.”

“I’ll talk to Tommy, prepare ourselves for whatever may come.”

Leah had no idea how things came to this. Well, in truth she did. After all, both she and Tommy knew that it was just a matter of time before the truth would come to light. She just didn’t expect that it would happen during a family meeting.

Tension had been brewing between Tommy and Michael since the latter ignored her husband's advice and lost money from the company. Things only got worse after Michael came back to England, and it came to a turning point in the middle of the meeting in the Garrison, right after Michael and Gina made the boldest and most unreasonable proposition Leah could think off—they wanted to take over the company, make Tommy non-executive chairman, because, apparently, the American’s didn’t want to deal with a backstreet razor-gang.

Leah would have laughed if the next thing Michael said didn’t make the breath caught in her throat.

“You should feel grateful that I’m being benevolent,” Michael smirked at you, before looking back at Tommy. “We both know that I could do far more damage than that.”

Tommy scoffed, “Please, enlighten us what damage you could make.”

“I could claim Stella. She’s my child after all.”

The silence that fell in the room could be cut with a knife.

“That’s bullshit,” John exclaimed from his spot next to Arthur.

“Is it, Leah?” Gina asked you, a vicious smile on her lips. “You never told them the truth, sweetheart?”

The fear you felt was replaced by a swelling rage that made you get up from your chair, breath uneven and fists clenched. Tommy held you back by placing a hand on your forearm. You glanced at him, nodding slightly, letting him know that it was okay. The cat was out of the bag now, but if Michael thought that she wouldn’t fight back, he would discover that he was fairly mistaken.

“Stella is Tommy’s, she always was and always will be, because you never wanted anything to do with her. She wasn’t on your plans, remember?”

Michael grew pale, not expecting you to reveal the truth so easily—the whole truth. Gina squeezed his hand, making him come back to reality.

“It doesn’t matter now, does it? What would people say about Mr Thomas Shelby OBE MP stealing the child of his head accountant, his cousin?”

It was your time to sneer at Gina’s remark.

“Oh Mrs Gray, I think people would be quite delighted with a man that took in a pregnant woman that was scorned by her lover and raised her child as his own because that’s the truth.”

Tommy squeezed her hand in support, and she continued, “Did your husband tell you the whole story? Did he tell you what he said to me before he left?”

“What? He told you to get rid of it?” Gina mocked, “Well, you should have. A single woman getting pregnant out of wedlock should…”

“Like you?” Leah interrupted her, making Gina’s eyes go wide for a moment before she recovered. “Because if I should get rid of my child you should have too. After all, getting pregnant out of wedlock is such a shame that you had to trap your husband in a marriage because you are pregnant.”

“As you did with yours?” she sneered.

“I’ve proposed to Leah, not the other way around,” Tommy was quick to say. “I always knew what I was getting into, and I did it with my eyes wide open.”

“So, Michael, if I was you, I would be more worried about your own reputation and not Tommy’s. Because at the end of the day, people love a tragic love story. Can you imagine how much they will love Tommy for taking in his cousin’s pregnant girlfriend after he left her? After he told her to get rid of their child and leave for America?”

“Huh, people will love him,” Lizzie laughed. “This will lift his reputation more than anything he ever did.”

“Exactly,” Leah agreed. “So you can come back to America or wherever the hell you want to with your empty threats. You won’t be able to stain Tommy’s reputation and you certainly won’t take Stella from us.”

“I’ll make sure of that,” Tommy assured, “I have the means and the contacts too.”

Tommy helped Leah put on her coat, she picked the papers Michael had left at the table—his proposition—and threw it in the fire, making Tommy laugh before he offered her his arm. She took it, making way to the pub’s door, but before leaving Leah turned around and called Michael’s name.

Michael stared back at her dumbfounded, as everybody turned around to watch the scene unfold. 

Reaching inside her pocket, Leah caught the oddly familiar stack of notes, throwing the roll of money at him—the same one he had given him to get rid of Stella.

“I think this belongs to you.”

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#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #thomas shelby fanfic #tommy shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x oc #tommy shelby x oc #original character #michael gray #mysterywritings #amysteryspot

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Favorate smell

writing for Betas is so fun

Alpha!Kirishima x Beta!Reader

warnings: smut, dirty talk, ABO things 

word count: 1,000 (about)

summary: You buy perfume so kirishima can smell you better but Kiri already knows you smell great. 

“Does it ever bug you that I’m a beta?” you asked one night while you were curled up on Kirishima’s chest. He looked down at you and squeezed you, poking your cheek

“Is that bothering you again?” he asked you wriggled away from his prodding finger and burrowed deeper into his chest. 

“No-”

“No,” he mimicked. 

“It’s just, I don’t know I feel like all alphas talk about how much they love their mate’s sent and how it calms them down and we just don’t have that,” you mumbled quietly. Kirishima hummed. 

“Never really thought about it,” he said shrugging. 

“Seeing you makes me feel better and helps calm me down, I don’t need to smell you,” He declared, soothing your worries. Of all the times you’d been insecure about your status as an beata this was maybe one of the sillyer things. 

“But what about scenting? Don’t you want stuff that smells like me for when you fo into rut?” you pressed. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Suddenly, kirishima flipped you pinning you to the bed.

“The only thing I want during my ruts is you,” he purred his red eyes flashing with hummor. Erijou tilted his head to the side and kissed yout neck, scrapping the skin with his sharp teeth. You gasped, your hand flying to his shoulders. He growled in aproval at the small noise that you had made. 

You knew that he was doing this to help comoft you, and to get your mind off of it, but having him so close only amplified his scent and made you think of it even more. 

“If you’d like, we can go shopping tomorrow, and buy you some fancy perfume for you so you can scent me,” he offered. 

“I’d like that,” you said instantly. And he went back to kissing your neck, humming happily. 

It quickly became clear that Kirishima didn’t have the nose for perfumes. Half of them made him sneeze and the other half just didn’t sit right with either of you. 

“I didn’t think this would be so tricky,” Erijou said rubbing his nose and trying not to sneeze again. 

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” you sighed, dejected. 

Kirishima hadn’t really cared about this whole endevour before heading out. Like he had said the night before, he had never given much thought to your scent, or lack there of. But seeing you look so upset was a step too far for him. His alpha refused to let his mate stay unhappy. 

“Nope, we’re not giving up yet,” he decided.  “Just because perfume didn’t work out doesn’t mean nothing will, theres like body spray stuff right? Lets check that out,” he said looping his arm through yours and dragging you out to a different section of the store.

You had much better luck with the body sprays eventually. Finding one to settle on. Strawberry pound cake. 

“I like this one,” Kirishima said nussling your neck.  “Let’s take it home and then you can scent me, yeah?” he teased making you flush. You still had marks from last night you couldn’t belivie he was trying to get in your pants again

“We’re in public you horn dog,” you chided. Kirishima’s arms circled your waist and he rested his chin on top of your head. 

“Can you blame me? I’ve got this pretty little Beta all to myself of course I’m excited,” he teased. 

Kirishima had already set aside some shirts for you to scent, and he practically threw the clothes at you as soon as you got back to his room. 

“There, now I smell like you and everyone will know we’re together,” he said. Kissing your cheek playfully. His scent overwhelmed you while he pulled you close to his body, but this time it’s mixed with the scent of your own fragrance. Vanilla and sandalwood mixed with strawberry and sugar. 

Then he’s kissing your neck again as his hands wander over your body. “Erijou,” you say as a warning and you swear you hear him whimper. 

“Baby, I need you, I want to make my bed smell like you, pretty please?” he asked pouting. You sighed his rut must be getting close or something. Not that you really minded, you could lready feel warmth beginning to spread in your belly. 

“Okay Alpha, make me feel good,” you sighed, tightening your body readying to get pounced on. Kirishima did not disappoint, the title always awoke something inside of you, the red head tossed you down on the bed pouncing on you and ripping your clothes off your body. 

He growled lowly, looking down at your naked body.  “You do have smell you know,” he said pushing your thighs apart and running his nails down your legs. His eyes locked on your exposed cunt. 

“Right here,” he purred tapping your clit with one finger making you jolt. 

“I can fucken smell it everytime this sluttly little cunt gets wet you know that?” he teased bringing your legs up over his shoulder and bringing his face close to your core. 

You squeaked and impulisivly, you reched down to stop him making him growl. 

“I’m sorry who’s pussy is this?” he snapped as you retracted your hands. 

“I-It’s alpha’s pussy,” you replied meakly. 

“That’s fucking right,” he said to himself lightly blowing on your wet folds making you shiver before he inhaled deeply through his nose, apparently smelling your arousal. 

“Better than any fucking perfume,” he purred lowly, before lowering his head and devoring you, his lips suctionsing around your cunt while his tounge fell against your clit, trashing enough to make you scream.

This time you couldn’t stop your hands from flying to his head, quickly getting lost in his spikey red hair.  Uselessly you tugged at his head trying to move him but Kirishima staid routed firmly against your sex. Only his groans let you know he even felt your hands.

“You’re a pretty little girl,” Kirishima purred pulling away from your pussy with a wet pop and replacing his mouth with hhis fingers. 

“ ya’ smell good too,”

#Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima imagine #kirishima x reader smut #alpha kirishima #my hero academia #my hero academia imagine #my hero acadamy #my hero academia head cannon #my hero academia abo

[warrior-angel]

Blood shot

Summary: Someone who knows the lie will also Know the truth. Sam doesn't wanna watch you destroy yourself so you find another way to change his mind but is it really his mind you're changing?

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 3K

Character: Sam Winchester X Reader, little bit of Dean. Alex (OMC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys) Blood!, Age gap ( Reader is 19, Sam is about 36) choking, fluff, language.

Note: I have never written smut and I have no clue how to work with warnings, so please bare with me.

➳ All mistakes are my own!

The first time it happened you were drunk, the guy was right there and he was overing telling you it would make you feel good and in that moment you just wanted to forget your day so you said yes, you drank it. The rush of it lasted for days and the next weekend you were back at the same bar asking for another hit. A shot every week turned into every day and you couldn't go without The rush, the blood pumping through your veins, it all made you feel stronger than you ever thought was possible.

You never thought you would lose yourself to an addiction but here you were. It's a Friday night and you are standing in the back alley of a bar having sneaked away from your dad and your uncle so you could meet your friend who was once again late. You didn't like admitting it but these Friday night meet ups scared you, your dad or your uncle could come looking for you and they couldn't know, nobody could know because even though it felt good you knew it was wrong.

It took for what  felt like hours before you finally saw a shadow walking into your direction. He lifted his face and you signed with relief seeing Alex his face, the bastard was smiling from ear to ear while you were panicking over getting caught

“Hey there princess,” 

“You're late” you tell him annoyed by it taking so long, you hadn't had your shot  yet and you were starting to get on edge.

“Someone is cranky, you should take a shot. I heard it's calming.” he says trying to be funny which you didn't appreciate.

you reached in your pocket and took out the flask and held it out to him.

He nodded his head  and took out his pocket knife before lifting up his sleeve and cutting into the flesh. You followed every action carefully, focusing on the crimson red drops that fell to the ground. “Don't worry sweetheart there's more than enough” he tells you, holding his arm out towards the flask which you opened as fast as you could.

you let the drops fall, licking your lips as your eyes take in every drop until the flask is completely filled to the brim.

Once it's full he pulls back, rubbing the soreness from the cut away and showing the wound was almost completely healed.

“Thanks,” you mumble, closing the flask.

“You know what” he says, making your eyes turn up to him. “i’m late and i’m in a good mood, i'll let you take shot if you want” 

“what?” you asked, taken back by his words, you hadn't taken a shot straight from the source since the first time he offered months ago.

“You look like you could use it,”

“I want to believe me i just don't" you tell him hesitant "nevermind” 

“you don't trust me?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow. “you know what they say, don't trust your demons.” he flashes his black eyes and you shake your head.

“Very funny Alex, you know that if i wanted to i could kill you, or maybe torture suits you better you seem to like it bloody,”

he takes a step closer to you, the pocket knife in his hand and his eyes growing darker.

“don't tease me sweetheart,” he says, sending you a wink before handing you the knife. 

“Why don't you take a shot from the best vein,” he tells you, using his free hand he reaches for the collar of his shirt and pushes it aside showing the big veins on his neck. you lick your lips and look into his eyes. Taking the knife from his hand you lift it to make a small cut,  letting the blood trickle down as you stuff the knife back into his pocket.

“Do your worst princess,” you lean forward, licking up the line of blood that was rolling down before settling over the open wound taking in every little drop that he's giving you.

“Y/n?” The back door of the club opens and you push Alex away, licking your lips to catch any of the leftover blood before looking your uncle straight in the eyes.

Alex gives you a quick goodbye before putting on his hood and running as far away from you and your uncle as he can, leaving you to deal with the awkward situation.

“So this is why you leave me and your dad every Friday night, you’ve got a secret boyfriend?”

“What? No, he isn't my boyfriend. we were just.” you look up at him trying to figure out what to say but coming up blank. You turn your eyes  towards the ground and stuff your hands in your pockets cursing underneath your breath when you hear your ring collide with the metal of the flask.

“got something to show me?” Sam asks and you shake your head. Before he can say anything the back door opens again and your dad comes out looking over the two of you. “Great, you found her, ready to go home?” he asks and you nod “yep, lets go” you walk past him straight towards the Impala thankful that your dad walked out before sam could get ahold of the flask.

The second your dad drove into the bunker's garage and cut the engine you were out giving both your uncle and your dad a quick goodnight before rushing towards your bedroom. 

closing the door you let yourself drop against the wood while you try to calm down the pounding in your chest. You had gotten too close to getting caught and you didn't like it. the high from the blood had faded and you were on edge again making your head spin.

You shook off your jacket and threw it on the bed, sitting yourself down beside it and taking out the flask. If you took one little shot just to calm the pounding in your head you would be good, you might not even need another shot tomorrow. Twisting open the lid you set your lips on the rim and swallow the thick liquid.

A loud knock on your door made your eyes snap up. you lick your lips trying to get rid of the evidence while closing the flask. The second you twist it closed and you lift your head your uncle's eyes are on you, This time you knew you were screwed.

“I can explain!” you tell him not knowing what else to say. “You know I was younger once, right? i didn't wait until twenty one to drink either.” he tells you making a nervous smile escape. he thought you were drinking alcohol.

He walks over and sits down beside you making our heart beat rise again.

“You know you can talk to me right?” 

“i-i know” you stutter making him smile. 

“You got lipstick all over your chin.” he tells you, making your eyes widen, you didn't wear any makeup.

Sam reches up and you back away  “don't!” you tell him but he’s already wiping making the stain on your chin worse.

he leans back looking at the crimson red on his fingers and then back up at you.

“is that blood?” he asks looking into your eyes but you stay quiet. he looks towards the flask before setting his eyes back on you and you can see he already knows what's going on.

“what's inside the flask Y/n”

“Please, let me explain.” you say underneath your breath. 

He stands up from the bed and shakes his head, Running his hand through his hair trying to make sense of the situation.

  “you're drinking demon blood?”  you dare to look into his eyes seeing the disappointment and the rage that is stuck in them.

“Please dont tell dad,” you beg and his jaw clenches. “I know it's bad, I do,” you tell him as you stand up from the bed. “It makes me feel stronger, it helps me focus. I need it Uncle Sam, please.”

“No, you don't,” he tells you,  “This feeling, that rush, it's not worth it.” 

You shake your head, your mind spinning not knowing what else to do than begging hoping he will change his mind. “i can help you y/n, let me help you” he begs and you shake your head even more.

“I have been better than i've ever been, please uncle Sam you know  what it's like right, the rush, that feeling?” you ask, begging him to understand the situation. “I know it's wrong, I know I shouldn't want it but it feels so good.”

“and what about when that rush ends huh? what about when you don't have anything left and your body is begging for more, how does that feel?” Sam asks, looking at you.

 “I have it under control,” you tell him knowing that if you run out you can call Alex for a refill. “yeah?" He asks, stepping closer to you "tell me how's the headache going, the nose bleeds or how do you deal with your heightened senses?”

“How did you..”

“I’ve been there Y/n, i know what you're going through”

“Than do it with me” you say it before you can think about it.

“What? No!” he says, stepping away from you again. “You know how it works, you know what to do about the fire that runs through your body, you know what to do about the tension.”

He's pacing back and forth behind your bed, his eyes going to the flask on the bed and you can see he’s thinking about it. You just have to point him in the right direction, if you can't change his mind you just have to come up with something else, and sex always sales.

“You told me that you always felt guilty for being with a demon, you don't have to with me.” you say reaching for the flask on the bed.

“Don’t!” he warns.

“Tell me that you never think about and I'll drop it.” he looks up at you and you can see his wall is cracking, you just had to find the right way to break it.

“Alex told me the sex is great after you drank the blood, is that true?” his eyes turn away from you and you know you got him right where you want .

“It is, isn't it?.” you push the flask in your pocket and take another step closer,  You were blind, he was hot so you coundt help but feel a fire in you're stomach at the idea of fucking him while high on blood.

 You slowly lift one of your  hands and let your fingers  brush over your skin. Closing your eyes you bite your lip as you let your fingers brush the soft skin from your neck down the fally of your breast stopping at the low cut of your shirt and opening your eyes to see Sam's  are already on you, his eyes darkened and his breathing heavier. “Do you like that uncle Sam, the idea of fucking me while were both high on blood?” you step past him and lock your door before turning around, Sam his eyes still on your body.

 “The things you could do to me. I’ve thought about it you know, my uncle fucking my little pussy, Shit i’m getting wet just thinking about it”

Sam closes his eyes and for a few seconds you think you might have gone too far but when he opens them again his pupils are almost completely black and before you could about what's happening you were shoved against the door, your back hitting the hardwood with a tud taking the breath away from your lungs. 

“You think you can seduce me into letting you destroy yourself?” he asks “You’re desperate for that rush right, you want that feeling?” you nod your head hoping he will let you have another shot but instead he leans down “let your uncle show you how to get that,”

Within seconds he pulls your body flush against his and you can feel how hard he is through the layers of clothes sending a shiver down your spine.

He reaches down until his hand is in your pocket and he's taking out the flask.

“You trust me baby?” You swallow the lump in your throat not knowing what he wants you to do but you nod anyway.

He throws the flask onto the chair beside your door before attacking your lips with his own. 

your fingers tuck at the strands of hair making his grip on your hips tighten as you swallow his groans.

His body is flush against yours and you feel your entire body heat up as his hands  move back from your hips towards you ass squeezing the flesh in his big hands.

His lips moved from your own down to nip at your jaw before moving to your neck, pressing kisses into your skin, arm wet sweeps of tongue moving over your skin until his teeth sank into that perfect spot just below your ear making sure to leave a mark that you somehow had to explain to your dad in the morning.

He pulled his lips away from you but stayed close. He swallowed and let out deep breaths, his eyes roaming your body before setting his eyes back on yours and for the first time in your live you didn't see think of him as big uncle Sammy who would protect you, You wanted him to destroy you for everybody else and show you all the things he could do with his hands and his mouth. 

He bit your lower lip, making you gasp  and taking that opportunity to slip his tongue over yours. Hands go down to the hem of your shirt and the second you both pull apart for air he’s taking the fabric off your body.

His lips crashing back into yours as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as your arms wrap around his neck. Turning around he walked you towards the edge of the bed before dropping you both down on it, you landed on your back with a soft grunt, bouncing a few times. He leaned on his arm, his fingers going into your hair and slightly pulling on the strands. “Sam,” you gasp not knowing what you're asking for.

A wide grin spreads on his face before he's claiming your lips again and moving his hand to your back to unclasp your bra, taking it off and throwing it somewhere in your room. he slowly lowers his mouth, placing a few kisses on your jaw and going down to your neck creating a path of wet kisses down your body until he reaches your breasts. he sucks on your nipple rolling it between his teeth making you arch your back “oh, shit...” You moan only making Sam's grin wider as he makes his way down your body stopping at the top of your jeans.

“Such a fucking tease,” You breath out making his grin widden even more. “Aren't we greedy,”

“You promised me a rush, right now you only make me want to take another shot,” You say trying to look at how far you can push him, truth was you could care less for the metal flask that was across the room, Sam was giving you something much better but you still wanted to see what would happen if you tipped him over the edge.

He presses himself hard against your clothed cunt, making a desperate moan escape your lips. “What do you really want, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips. You fist your hands in his shirt wanting to get rid of the fabric and letting a groan leave your mouth when he doesn't let you. “Use your words baby”

 

“ i want these damn clothes of,” He smiled innocently, but you could tell he liked having you wrapped around his finger.  he pulled away from you sitting back on his knees and stripped of his shirt exposing his toned chest and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and letting yours hands roam over his body.

He reaches for the hem of your own  jeans and pulls them down swiftly, throwing them on the ground next to your bed before taking his place between your legs kissing his way down towards your covered heat that was dripping from the excitement he was giving you. 

His hands move easily over your skin until his fingers dig into your panties. instead of pulling them down he tugs on fabric until it tears. Your eyes are stuck, his face taking in the way he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy.

pushing his hair away from his face. He looks up at you with his hazel eyes locking on your before leaning in.

“S—Sam...” For the first time you feel the rush that the blood usually gives you, that feeling coursing through your veins and not because you're high on blood but because of him. The feeling of his tongue on you makes you forget every single shot you had taken in the last few months. 

Your back arches as you let out a breathy moan. He pushes you back with his hands until you’re laying  flat on the bed. Using one of his free hands he slowly pushes a finger into you, drawing a loud gasp from deep inside you. You feel your climax building, sweat breaking out over your entire body but right before you tip over he pulls away making you wine at the loss of touch.

he moves back up kissing you fiercely as he grinded his hard covered cock against you 

“Y/N, Dammit…”” he growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “You feel how hard you make me?

At the sounds of his words you boldy moved your hand down to his Jeans making quick work of opening it and letting your hand sneak under the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. He pushed his head into your neck, groaning into your skin as you worked your hands on him,

"I’ve you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop." he warns giving you the opportunity to back away if you wanted 

 “Then don't.”

That's all it takes him before he’s moving to strip away the last items of clothes. When he pulled down his boxers, you couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping seeing how long, thick, and  hard he was and he smiled when he caught you staring, he slowly made his way back over you keeping the teasing going only making you want him more.

“What do you want?” Sam asked, “I’ll do whatever you want..” he told you hesitantly knowing that there was still the risk that you would ask him to get high on blood with you. “All you have to do is ask…”

You hesitated for a moment, unsure what to say but knowing that you craved him more than you did the blood.

“I want you Sam,” you breathed out and you could see his eyes darken “i want you to fuck me hard”

he runs his hands up your legs giving you a sense of security before he pushes all the way in, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure escaping your lips as his big cock stretched you out and made you feel fuller than you had ever felt. 

 “Fuck, you’re tight.” he groaned, keeping a slow pace

“Don't hold back Sam,” .

“I-i can’t i will absolutely ruin you,”

 

“Do it,” you moan, wanting him to give you everything he has, “Ruin me uncle Sam, make me yours.”

He pulled back and slammed forward again, knocking the wind out of your lungs, thrusting hard and picking up the pace until he was fucking into you like a wild animal.

loud grunts leave his mouth and you reach out trying to hold onto him. taking both of your hands in one of his own he holds them over your head as his other arm wraps around your throat giving you the biggest rush you had ever felt.

"Fuck, Sam!" you cry out throwing your  head back, eyes closing shut. 

"Is this what you want?" He asks thrusting harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of you “Me using you,''  He says trusting harder only making you moan loader “Fuck baby, you dont deserve this, not after the shit you pulled.” he says coming to an abrubt stop making you wine at the loss. "You shouldn't be given a good time"

“I don’t care if I deserve it or not.” you grunt, placing youre hands over his own  tightening the grib he has on your throat cutting of more of youre air “Fuck me Sammy.”

His hips snap rapidly into you fluids dripping all over your thighs as he loses control, taking you however he wants. You're pussy clenching around his cock, making an animalistic growl come from deep within him. 

“Oh, fuck…” his hand moved away from youre throat his hips snapping into you as he was desperatly trying to reach his own high. He was pushing harder and fucking you into the matrass as he led out the most amazing dirty and loud sounds making her own high come rushing in faster than she had ever thought possible.

“Sam. fuck, Sam i’m gonna cum,”

“Let go for me. Come for me baby. do it” you're whole body tenses up as your orgasm washes over youre, black dots covering your vision as Sam kept pounding into you like there was no tomorrow 

there was no other thing for you to do than surrender yourself complete to him as he fucked you harder than anybody has ever done. “Fuck! Sam please come inside me.”

you start begging for it, completely letting go of your pride as you want nothing more than him to give all he’s got. “Please Uncle Sam!”

“Oh, Baby….Fuck.. Y/n,” With a last groan his thrusts turned sloppier as he buried himself deep inside of you. placing a chaste kiss on your lips he pulls out and lets his body drop on the bed next to you. 

“Fuck.” you whispers taking in all that just happened, his arms touching yours pulling you out of your thoughts to look at him.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you shake your head slowly, eyes being stuck on the ceiling. “I just seduced my uncle into fucking me after trying to get him to drink demon blood,” you mumble, taking in all the shitty things you had done.

“Baby, I wanted this, I have wanted it for a long time.” your eyes snap back towards him "What does that mean,” you whisper not knowing what to think or what to do.

“It means that I don't regret this happening" You couldn’t help the smile that spread  across your face. His arm folded out and you cuddled into his side laying your head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“I don't want the blood anymore,” you tell him honestly and he moves a little below you making you look up at him “i liked the rush it gave me, the rush you just gave me.” 

Smoothing your hand over his chest you lay your head back down smiling at the feeling of being close to Sam.

“I love you,” you mumble, the arm Sam had wrapped around you tightens as the other one comes up to move the hair from your face as he leans down enough to place a small kiss on your forehead. “I love you too baby."

#Sam Winchester Smut #Sam winchester #Supernatural #Smut #Sam Winchester x Reader