here, there and everywhere ⋆˚✿˖° thomas brodie sangster
“there, running my hands through her hair…” *ੈ❀
warnings : fluff, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, thomas in his mid 30s), alcohol consumption
pairing : thomas brodie sangster x female reader
word count : 1.8k
summary : coming home after a night out with your boyfriend and his friends
authors note : i don’t think you guys understand how obsessively, completely and utterly in love i am with this man. can’t believe i’ve never published something about him before. currently praying this fandom is still alive.
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the door clicks shut behind you, and the muted sound of london rain fades, leaving only the soft creak of the hallway floor beneath your feet.
you’re both a little tipsy, warm from the pub’s dim lights and laughter, your cheeks flushed from wine and from him.
thomas reaches for your coat before you even think about undoing the buttons. “let me,” he murmurs, his voice low, steady, the kind that always makes your shoulders relax.
you let him slip it from you, his fingertips brushing your arms deliberately, like he’s in no rush to stop touching you.
“you’re soaked,” he says, hanging the coat on its hook.
“you’re soaked too,” you counter softly, and before you can add anything else, his hand finds your waist, pulling you closer, just enough that you feel the heat of him.
“i don’t mind if you don’t,” he says, lips grazing your temple.
you smile against him. “i don’t mind.”
he kisses the corner of your mouth like he can’t help himself, then the proper thing, full and slow.
you taste rain and the faint sweetness of the whiskey he’d had earlier. two years together and it still makes your chest ache in that same first-night way.
“kitchen?” he asks when you break apart, but his hand doesn’t leave your lower back—actually, it slides lower, over your hip, settling casually against you like it belongs there. “i’ll fix you a drink, if you want?”
you nod. “just one.”
he doesn’t let go as he guides you into the kitchen, fingertips pressing gently at the small of your back, occasionally slipping just slightly over the curve of your ass.
it’s natural. familiar. this is how you are with each other now: comfortable enough to move like you’ve always known each other, still always new enough to want to.
the kitchen is dim, golden light from the single overhead lamp making everything softer. rain streaks down the window, city lights blurred beyond.
thomas lets you go only to reach for glasses. you stay close, leaning against the counter beside him, watching his hands.
“wine?” he asks.
“mm,” you hum, then tease, “but only if you pour a big one.”
that earns you a quiet laugh. “cheeky.”
he pours, sets your glass in front of you, then steps in between you and the counter. “two years and you’re still trouble,” he says, but he’s smiling.
“two years and you still love it,” you reply.
“i do.” he presses another kiss to your mouth, slower this time. his hand slips to your hip, pulling you against him until your legs bump his. “you really are something, you know?” he murmurs again against your lips, “but most importantly, you’re mine.”
you kiss him back, and for a moment the rain and the city outside disappear completely.
after a moment, you pull back and lean your forehead against his. “your friends were nice tonight,” you say softly.
he grins, running his thumb over your cheek. “they like you.”
“you know, its weird. they’re older than me,” you begin, “but they don’t make me feel like a kid. i like listening to their stories.”
“they wouldn’t dare,” he says seriously, then adds with a smile, “but you know that already. you hold your own better than you think, love.”
you squeeze his hand, warmth settling deep inside you. “i know. but it still feels nice to hear.”
he kisses you again, gentle and steady. “you’re my partner. always.”
you settle onto the couch, your drink still in hand, but you’re barely paying attention to it. thomas drops down beside you, close enough that your knees bump.
the house feels quiet except for the distant hum of the rain against the windows, a soft background to the heat between you.
you take a small sip, set the glass on the table, and before you can lean back fully, he’s already there—his arm around you, pulling you in.
“you’re warm,” he murmurs against your hair.
“so are you,” you whisper, but the words dissolve when he tilts your chin up and kisses you.
it starts slow, like it always does—gentle, careful, almost lazy. you’ve kissed him probably two million times, maybe more, but it still makes you lightheaded, still makes your fingers reach for him automatically.
his hand moves from your shoulder down your back, resting at your waist. you shift closer, practically between his knees now, your knees pressing the edge of the couch cushion.
he kisses you deeper, but it’s not hurried. there’s no rush here. just him, his palm firm at your side, his thumb tracing circles, the taste of wine still lingering between you.
when you finally pull back for air, you’re both smiling. his forehead presses to yours, and for a second, neither of you speak.
“you’re staring,” you tease softly.
“i’m allowed to,” he says, brushing your hair behind your ear.
you laugh, and he uses that moment to kiss you again, this time with a little more insistence.
your hand finds his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric, and his slides lower along your spine, grounding, steady, until it rests easily at your hip.
the wine sits forgotten on the table.
you break the kiss just enough to breathe, still close enough to feel his lips graze your cheek when he speaks. “come here,” he murmurs, and you’re already there, climbing fully onto his lap now without really thinking about it.
he exhales like he’s been waiting for that all night, hands settling firmly around your waist, the metal of his watch feeling cold against your skin.
you kiss him again, slower this time but deeper, and the room feels warmer, smaller.
he keeps one hand at the small of your back, the other just barely skimming your side, holding you close like he doesn’t want any space between you.
there’s no talking now, not really—just quiet sounds, soft breaths, and the rain outside.
the kisses slow eventually, not because either of you want them to, but because the warmth in the room is making your eyelids heavy.
you stay there for another few moments, your forehead resting against his, listening to his breathing.
“bed?” he asks softly, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your cheek.
you nod.
he helps you to your feet, fingers lacing with yours as he guides you upstairs. the house is quiet except for the soft creak of the staircase and the rain outside.
in the bathroom, the two of you fall into a familiar rhythm. you start taking off the earrings he got you last christmas while he reaches for his toothbrush.
“you tired, sweetheart?” he asks, voice muffled around the foam.
“a little,” you admit, rinsing your face. “but i don’t want tonight to end.”
he spits, rinses, then smiles at you in the mirror. “it doesn’t have to. we’re home. we’re together. that’s the best part.”
you can’t help but smile back.
you remove your makeup gently, wiping away the last traces of the evening, while thomas moves around behind you—hanging up his shirt, setting his jewelry on the dresser, pulling back the duvet in the bedroom.
by the time you join him, your face is clean, your hair is loosely tied, and you’re in one of his soft t-shirts. he’s already in bed, sitting up with the lamp still on.
“it’s cold in here.” you mumble softly, yawning.
“well c’mere, then.” he says, holding out a hand.
you climb in, and he pulls you right against his chest. the second your head finds its place beneath his chin, his arms wrap around you like they’re meant to stay there.
“better, love?” he asks quietly.
“much,” you whisper, your fingers brushing lightly over his side. “you’re always warm.”
“good,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into your hair. “you really are freezing.”
“not anymore.”
you lie like that for a while, listening to the rain. he traces slow, absent-minded shapes on your back, and you feel yourself drifting.
he reaches over, switches off the lamp, and settles back with you still sprawled across him.
“my girl,” he whispers into the dark, and then he’s quiet too, holding you as the rain continues outside.
for a while, you just listen to each other breathe. then he speaks again, voice low:
“you okay, sweetheart?”
“mm-hm,” you murmur, fingers tracing a line along his shirt. “just sleepy.”
he presses a kiss to your hair. “good. you should sleep.”
you close your eyes, your body sinking heavier against him.
“thomas?” you whisper, already drowsy.
“yes, darling.”
“i love you.”
his lips touch your forehead. “i love you too. go to sleep, yeah?”
you mean to answer, but the warmth and steady rhythm of him make it impossible to stay awake. it takes all of five seconds before you’re out like a light.
thomas smiles softly at the sight, pressing one more kiss to your cheek before closing his eyes as well.
Showing - The Queen's Gambit
Staring - Benny Watts X Reader
Rating - 18+ (nudity/ riding / cinv / breeding )
Reading Time - 7 min 34 sec (982)
Benny had been living in the little Brooklyn townhouse for a few years now. He had bought the place back when he and his wife were expecting their baby. But their baby was now a four-year-old toddler. Benny loved his house, his wife and his little family. Everything always felt so perfect whenever he was home from chess tournaments. His sweet little peaceful place, where only his happiness and the happiness of his family mattered.
He'd been in Paris for the last two weeks for the tournament. But given the jet lag and time difference, he was shattered and spent all day in bed. But slowly, he began to naturally wake up.
He woke to find the bedroom dark and quiet, his wife Y/n sat on his lap, wearing her black sheer babydoll that she only pulls out for his birthday or their anniversary. Her hair was down in beautiful rolled curls. Her makeup was done, just how Benny loves with her black matte lipstick. Her body over his, grinding down on his already erect cock to slowly wake him up.
"Humm, good morning, handsome." She cooed,
He groaned, sitting up slightly, his face buried half in the pillow, his hands quickly grabbing her hips. "Hmm…morning.." he groaned, "This is a nice surprise…" he mumbled huskily.
"Hummm… Well, you've been gone so long, so busy…" She cooed. "I figured you missed the comfort of home?" She smirked, getting a little faster,
Benny smirked, groaning slightly as Y/n began to move faster. "Mhm, I did.." His fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "god, I missed you…"
She giggled, hitching her babydoll nightie to show off her matching crotchless panties, which had been replaced about five times from Benny ripping them to shreds. "Did you miss this?" She asked, rubbing his cock between her exposed folds.
Benny moaned, moving his hands down to her thighs, pushing her legs a little wider apart, "very much!" he moaned, starting to rock his hips up into her, his jaw clenching slightly.
She saw him clenching his jaw and leaned down to kiss it softly. "You don't have to hold back, Simon's at his friend's house for a sleepover… It's just you and me."
His mouth fell open slightly as he relaxed his jaw. "Oh god you- you have no idea how long it feels like it's been," he moaned,
She chuckled, sitting up and resting her hands on his stomach, sitting her hips up.
"You're so beautiful," he moaned, "God, I have the most beautiful wife." he groaned, moving his hips up to meet hers so he slipped his cock inside her pussy,
She chuckled, biting back a moan, feeling him inside her again after so long. Even if, realistically, they had sex before he left, so he'd only actually been gone like two weeks. "I have something… I wanna talk to you about." She cooed between thrusts,
"Hmmm, what is it, beautiful?" he moaned, one of his hands moving up to caress the side of Y/n's face,
"Hummm… I think Simon needs a baby brother." She growled,
Benny's hips stuttered as she said that, his eyebrows lifting slightly as he looked at her. "You-" he moaned. "You wanna have another baby?"
She nodded, riding hard and fast on him,
Benny's head fell back against the pillow, his lips parting as he moaned out loudly."Yes..yes god- god please." his hips snapped up into hers.
"Yeah? You'll give me another little baby, Benny?" Y/n cooed excitedly, not expecting Benny to say yes so easily,
Benny moaned and nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes yes, I'll give you anything," he groaned, his hands sliding further down to grip her hips.
Y/n giggled, getting faster, deciding to be cocky, "I want… Three more babies."
Benny's jaw dropped slightly, he gasped as she started to move faster. "Three more? god, yes- yes please," he moaned, hips snapping up to meet hers,
"I want… A new car?" She smirked not being serious but seeing if she has this much power or not,
Benny didn’t hesitate to answer her question, he moaned as he stared up at her, his fingers digging into her fleshy hips leaving marks on her soft skin. "God yes, anything you want." he moaned, he was getting more vocal now, his mind going foggy as he started to lose himself in her.
Y/n giggled. "I want… You to build me a beautiful little office and a play structure for the babies in the garden." She smirked, knowing Benny had said no to that a hundred times.
His hands sliding around to her ass and gripping tightly. "Yeah, god I'll build you anything you want." he moaned, nodding his head. "God! I want to give you everything," he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow.
Y/n smirked, shifting a little and clenching herself hard, knowing that was pretty much always enough to tip him over. And of course, he immediately did, as soon as she moaned and clenched down on him, Benny was done for.
"Oh god, I'm-" he moaned, hands gripping tighter as he moaned. "Y/n- god-" he moaned, his face screwing up with pleasure as he moaned and groaned, filling her to the brim. His body went rigid against Y/n as his hips slowed, his body going limp and spent on the mattress.
Y/n giggled excitedly,
Benny groaned, his hands slowly moved up to rest on her waist, pulling her down and holding her close against him. His eyes slowly opened to look up at her. "God, you're perfect," he panted, clearly spent.
"Hummm, you are too." She cooed, leaning down to kiss his lips. "Love ya."
Benny smiled up at her, humming into the kiss, still a little speechless, "Love you too.." he mumbled against her lips, his hands sliding back down to grip her ass. “I really have to actually do everything I said, now don’t I?”
“Yes, you do,” She smirked, snuggling against his chest, “And you’ll get lots more sexy time in return.”
