#anders johnson smut

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Act Normal

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 5,619

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Use of a remote controlled vibrator. Cursing. Foreplay in the back of a cab. Oral sex (F receiving). Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Anders has a little more in-store for a night out at Dawn and Ty's engagement dinner.

A/N: Okay, I finally got something out 😅 Here is my first contribution for this year's @deanobingo Prompts used were Anders Johnson, dimples, and toys.

Gif credit to @blairsanne who is outstanding 💗

“Are you almost ready? I don't want to be late. Mike’s been breathing down my neck all day and I'd rather not give him anything else to use against me,” Anders called out from the bathroom, sliding the knot on his tie up to his collar and adjusting it, giving himself a once-over in the mirror until you walked in and his blue eyes locked on you.

“When is that not the case?” you asked with a smile as you clasped the back of your earring closed, completely satisfied with the way Anders was eye-fucking you already; your choice in outfit clearly appreciated by the gorgeous god you wanted your hands on so desperately.

Already having rushed home from work, you cleaned up and got ready as quickly as you could, leaving no spare moments for you and Anders to give each other the attention you both craved; the long day at work feeling even longer in knowing you had Ty and Dawn’s engagement dinner to attend immediately after, without the help of Anders sending text after text of all the things he wanted to do to you later that night when you would finally be able to be together.

“You look stunning,” he said, his tone low and serious, his eyes reflecting a dark lust that flooded the icy blue.

“I should hope considering this is the dress you picked out for me,” you purred, carding your hands up his back to rest on his shoulders, bringing the front of your body flush against his to press your breasts against him and drag your lips over the shell of his ear. “So if you're unable to control yourself tonight, that's on you Bragi, wanting me to wear the same dress I did the night you first fucked me.”

You watched his eyelids fall shut in the mirror, his chest heaving as he drew a long breath in through his nose, making the gratified feeling blooming within you grow even more in knowing how much he wanted you and how that would only increase more and more as the night went on; the quick session of morning sex to start the day only leaving him eager for more than just a brief taste of you.

“And don't think I ignored your other request,” you whispered before pressing a kiss onto his neck that radiated a fiery heat.

“No panties?”

You nodded your head in silent confirmation, watching as his smile grew to bring out the dimples on either cheek.

“Good girl,” he praised, the accolade making your arousal spike and a shiver break out over the exposed skin your dress neglected to cover.

“Now as much as I know you're enjoying teasing me, cruel as you are, I have one more request before we go,” he claimed, that familiar mischief present in his eyes when you met them again in the mirror.

“Anything for you, Anders,” you stated, confident to agree even without knowing what his wish was.

“Ooo, you might regret saying that,” he joked, sucking in his breath through pursed lips.

“You've never made me regret it before, why would I now?” you drawled, looking into his eyes with an innocence you knew he would work to erase as he turned to face you directly. “I trust you.”

The smile brought on by your words before he pressed his lips onto yours made your knees feel weak, and saying a silent prayer that for some reason the dinner would be canceled last minute, you eagerly returned his kiss, your hands gripping the lapels on his jacket to pull him closer while you leaned into him even more.

Anders broke your kiss, chuckling as he shook his head at you and shifted his legs, trying to get his hardened cock down one of his pant legs. "Fuck me, you are incredibly distracting."

With a swipe of your thumb, you cleaned up your lip gloss that got smudged, watching as Anders pulled open the vanity drawer and pulled out a small box.

"As I was saying," he glared at you, his smirk matching the playful look in his eyes. “I picked up a little something for us when I was out sorting their engagement gift.”

A self-satisfied expression dressed his face as he held the gift in his hands for you to open, and maintaining eye contact with him as you lifted the lid, you finally looked down to see what had him feeling so smug.

"You're wearing that all through dinner," he began, the humour in his voice not missed by you despite your shock and excitement. "And I'll be controlling it."

Your head snapped up to meet his gaze, a wickedness hinting in his laugh, and you swallowed thickly out of fear and worry, wondering how you were possibly going to survive the night.

Anders plucked out a small, hot pink vibrator, equipped with a clit stimulator, tipping his head to the side in a taunting way as he all but dangled in before you.

"You bought their engagement present at the sex shop?" you quipped, knowing he didn't, but attempting to distract from his devious plan.

"What? No, fuck," he huffed. "I got them a weekend away in Marlborough just like we decided."

You grinned. "I was only checking."

"Oh, I am so going to make you suffer," he vowed, his eyes narrowing at you as he shook his head.

"You really want to have that in me, at dinner with your family?" you pointed to the device, your mouth watering at the same time you felt a nervous sweat break out on the back of your neck to help cool your rising body temperature.

"The night has to be made interesting somehow, beautiful."

You sighed, accepting your demise, your wordless defeatism making Anders almost giddy with delight.

"I'll be controlling it from an app on my phone," he explained. "And all you have to do," he closed the space between you, his lips hovering over yours, “is not come."

You melted into his kiss, knowing this was going to be nearly impossible with how horny you already were, and whined into his mouth as he slowly trailed the hem of your dress up your thighs.

Feeling breathless and panting against each other, Anders slipped his hand between your legs, his index finger, and then his middle one, pushing in your entrance where he dragged them in and out while the pad of his thumb circled your clit.

"I don't think you're going to need any lube," he claimed, removing his hand from you to replace it with the toy, making you cry out as you clenched around it and pressed your forehead against his in a plea for mercy.

"Let's test it out, shall we?"

A flush spread out over your entire body as you waited, chest heaving, as Anders retrieved his phone from his pocket and opened the app, glancing up from it to check your reaction while it loaded.

Your eyes widened as you watched his thumb move in a wide, circular motion over his screen, the toy inside your walls mimicking the action, making your knees instantly buckle and forcing you to squeeze your thighs together as you squatted on the floor.

His laugh echoed in your ears, and grabbing hold of the countertop, you began to stand up straight again until he hit whatever button that activated the vibrations on the piece that sat firmly against your clit, keeping you in that position.

"Christ's sake, Anders," you whimpered, feeling pathetic at how poorly you were keeping it together already.

"That intense, eh?"

You glared at him before rising up on trembling legs, smoothing your hands over your hair and turning to face the mirror to ensure your appearance didn't display the chaos you were feeling inside.

"I promise I'll be good to you," he said genuinely, staring into the reflection of your eyes in the mirror. "I'll keep you on the edge most of the time, but I won't do anything I know you can't handle," he assured, pressing his lips on your shoulder, and then up your neck so your skin erupted in goosebumps and your nipples hardened even more. "And when we get home," he explained lowly beside your ear, "I'll make it all worth it."

Anders was mostly behaved in the cab on the way to the restaurant, only teasing you a couple of times so you weren't forced to work too hard at pretending you were just an ordinary couple on their way to a nice meal with family; him having to stifle his laugh like a sneaky kid while looking out the window at downtown Auckland as you passed through, all while he played a not-so-innocent game on his phone.

He spared you during the greetings, not daring to do anything while you were in the middle of hugging each member of his family and saying hello, but as soon as it came time for you to take a seat at the table, he didn't miss his opportunity. Pulling your chair out with one hand as any gentleman would, Anders had his other in his pocket, drawing an erratic pattern on his screen, leaving your body tense and pausing mid-sentence as you plopped yourself down.

"Are you alright?" Dawn asked, reaching out to touch your arm.

"Yes, sorry, I'm fine," you smiled, shaking your head and looking at her warmly. "Sore back, you know," you brushed off, waving your hand dismissively, watching as Anders smirked and took his seat beside you, his hand gripping your thigh with a tight squeeze.

Leaning over, he kissed your cheek, and searching your eyes as he stroked your face lovingly with his thumb, he spoke in the warm, soothing tones graced to him by Bragi.

"Just act normal."

"Anders, could you please get off your fucking phone?" Ty hissed, his anger emphasized on one word in particular as he carefully whispered and darted his icy blue eyes around them, making sure no other patrons or wait staff heard his impolite request.

Anders glanced up from his phone on his lap, smiling until he noticed the scowl directed at him by Mr. Freezy and his soon-to-be Mrs, making quick work to wipe it off as he cleared his throat and faked his most sincere voice.

"It's work, mate, sorry," he lied, having been in the middle of changing the intensity on the vibrations that were wracking through your entire body right now, your elbows on the table and your hands braced on your forehead as you took a deep breath, trying to hold off on detonating.

"Which client?" Dawn piped in, equally as annoyed as her fiance and not for a second believing Anders was dealing with work while at their dinner.

"It's, you know, ahh…" he trailed off, picking up his wine glass and putting it to his lips, avoiding the question altogether as he turned his body slightly toward Axl on the other side of him.

Luckily no one seemed to notice you being out of sorts, the devious sport being played by you and Anders kept discreetly between the two of you, though the amount of times you had reached your breaking point was becoming too frequent.

"How are you holding up?" he leaned over, speaking quietly enough only you would hear him.

"I'm barely keeping it together, Anders," you sighed, looking at him pleadingly, pushing your meal around on your plate, your appetite for food completely replaced by such an intense appetite for lust and release.

"Do you think it's easy for me? Knowing you're a soaked mess with no panties on and so close to coming? Christ, I'm hard as a fucking rock right now, I wouldn't even be able to stand up."

"Poor you," you purred, your hand that wasn't holding a utensil trailing slowly up his inner thigh to stop at his cock that strained against his pants, the sensation making him jolt in his seat, wishing you could give him just a fraction of the torture he was providing you.

Anders gave a warning look, pressing his thumb down on his phone to send a long, drawn out barrage on your clit, your shaky hand dropping your fork on your plate with a clang.

He chuckled to himself, and despite it feeling like a huge disruption, everyone else at the table seemed engrossed in their own conversations, or distracted by Olaf who was rambling on about something oracular, leaving you and Anders appearing nothing more than two smitten lovers who kept stealing glances and subtle touches.

Dessert was served and toasts were made - champagne flutes held up to the couple everyone was equally thrilled to see engaged to be wed - Anders' speech full of sweet sentiments toward his employee but also laced with an undertone of insults; something along the lines of 'you make her happy so she no longer nags me as much,' and 'thank every god in Asgard she loves your mug 'cause I couldn't take any more whining from you.'

"You're a prick, you know that, Anders?" Ty scowled, unimpressed by the 'blessing' bestowed on them. "Considering you're the fucking god of poetry, you'd think you could come up with something a little nicer."

"My speech at the ceremony will be gag worthy, don't worry," he said, earning another twisted look from Ty. "On that note," he gripped the back of your chair and slid you out from under the table, "we have other business to attend to, so we'll be off!"

"You're not coming back to ours for drinks?" Dawn asked, the disappointment clear on her features, watching as Anders tossed more than enough cash on the table to cover your meals as well as all the drinks consumed by the party.

"Afraid not, Dawnsie. Very crucial that I see to this immediately."

Anders winked at you, placing his hand on the small of your back, and with a quick farewell, you were hurrying out the door and into a cab.

After sliding across the back seat, Anders followed and was on you instantly, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek to hold you close to him so he could kiss you as fervently as he felt the need.

The address to his apartment was given to the driver between kisses, and with a glare from the unimpressed man through the rearview mirror, the car set off.

"I couldn't get us out of there sooner," Anders panted, leaning into you more and more, his knee parting your legs as much as your dress would allow.

"Do you feel bad for leaving?" you asked, your own feelings of guilt weighing on you.

Anders furrowed his brow and scoffed. "Feel bad? Fuck, no. Believe me, I have many things I should feel bad about and don't." He brushed his lips against yours playfully. "I'll add this to the list."

"You're horrible," you giggled, grinding against his thigh to put pressure on the device still seated inside you, making you shudder out a shaky breath.

"Yeah, and you love me."

"I do."

Your words seemed to encourage you both even more, sending you into a frenzy to get hands and lips on every available part of each other, until the driver slammed a little too hard on the breaks at a traffic light and forced you to stop.

"Oi! Can you two wait until you're bloody home and out of my car to do that shit?"

"Listen, mate," Anders began, his voice dropping as his powers took over, watching the man's eyes soften as he fixated on them in the rearview mirror. "Whatever happens in the back of this cab is none of your business, and your only focus is to be on the road and getting us home safely."

The cabbie nodded, and Anders clapped his hand on his shoulder, "Good man."

Turning back to you, he flashed a wicked grin as he outstretched one of his legs, trying to retrieve his phone out of his pocket, the fit of his pants making something so simple more difficult than it should be.

His dimples indented deeper in his cheeks as he settled back against the seat, waving his phone in the air for you to see.

"Don't think I forgot about this."

Squirming slightly, you took a deep breath to steady yourself as you waited for him to continue his teasing, and no longer ashamed to display your excitement, you moved to straddle his lap.

His blue eyes widened with a bit of surprise and wonderment, the slightly dominant act enticing him and making a boyish innocence wash over his previously confident face.

Moaning as you ground yourself on his bulge, he tipped his head back to fall against the seat, leaving you the freedom to roam his neck with your lips like you had wanted to all night, the smell of his cologne warmed from the heat of his skin.

But just as quickly as Anders lost himself in your distraction, he snapped out of his stupor and blindly found his phone on the seat beside him, his fingers swirling a deranged pattern that was copied by the toy, your gasp made audible as your mouth pulled away from his neck.

Regaining his control over you, he gripped your hips and flipped you so you were back to sitting on the worn leather, your shoulders pressing against the door. He crawled between your legs, his hand smoothing up your calf, and when he passed the bend in your knee and continued up the back of your thigh, your head thudded against the cold window as your eyelids fell closed.

Another pulsation rocked through your core, your whole body tensing as it tipped on the edge of a prohibited climax, the sound of Anders chuckling maliciously forcing your eyes open again.

Dimples greeted you once more as he smiled against the inside of your leg, his lips searing a trail closer to where you needed him.

Feeling maniacal, you proceeded to ignore your surroundings, Bragi's power working not only on the driver but seemingly on you too in order to make you partake in such a blatant act of exhibitionism; the intense need you felt to either rip the phone out of his hands to use to finish yourself off, or to simply have him fuck you in the back of the cab brazenly winning over all other thoughts.

He activated the toy again, both the internal vibe and the portion that rested snug against your clit at the same time, resulting in a shudder rippling through you from head to toe.

It ceased, right when he knew you would break, gracing you with a moment of reprieve before swiping his screen again.

"Anders!" you whined, the ability to withdraw from such gratifying pleasure fading with each taunting blow.

Stopping his onslaught, Anders captured your chin with his hand, holding it gently compared to the look he stared you down with, his eyes moving up from your heaving breasts to meet your inebriated, tortured gaze.

“I can smell you,” he whispered, placing a haste kiss on your lips before releasing your face and dipping his head to kiss your neck, and then the crest of your breast. “How aroused you are…" he muttered, his lips pressing onto you through the material of your dress, your stomach flinching as he contacted a ticklish spot. His breath was hot on your hip as it fanned out on the seam between your leg and torso, nearing your core, his mouth leaving a wet stain on the fabric as your scent made his mouth water. His fingers dug into you, his effort to avoid succumbing to such wanton desires disappearing with each tick of the fare meter.

"Fuck, it's so good!” he hissed, the slightly angry tone in his voice strained through clenched teeth spiking your frenzy tenfold as you raked your fingers in his hair and pushed his head further between your legs.

The car came to an abrupt stop, thankfully outside your destination, prompting Anders to sit up and run a hand over the stubble on his face before lifting his bum off the seat to take out his wallet.

Tossing enough bills onto the front seat to cover the trip plus more, Anders thanked the cabbie as he slid out ungracefully due to his erection and over-charged state. "Cheers, mate. You're a legend!"

He extended his hand and pulled you easily from the back, giving your ass a firm smack as he chased you up the stairs and through the glass door, the distance to his flat from the lobby seeming too far than was fair, especially considering he took advantage of it by triggering the toy as much as possible between each door.

Anders unlocked the door, opened and then closed it again before slamming you into it, his hands gathering your dress at your hips to ruck it up over your ass while your fingers tore at his buttons frantically and ripped open his shirt. Backing away from you to shrug out of it completely, he took hold of his phone again, watching as you squeezed your thighs together against the door, being able to see the vibrator in action as it assaulted your clit adding a whole new level to his cruel game.

"Anders, please!" you begged, slapping your palm against the wall beside you when he finally let up on the device.

"Come over here and stop me, then," he challenged, backing up into the kitchen where you followed willingly, his amused smile fuelling your determination to wipe it off his face.

The moment you closed the space between you, Anders lifted you onto the island, and unfastening his belt and trousers, stood between your spread, naked legs.

He kissed you fiercely, his fingers catching in the straps of your dress until he tugged them down your shoulders, your dress left bunched up around your waist, your breasts and sex exposed for him to do as he pleases.

Hooking your fingers in the band of his expertly fitting briefs, you whisked them down to meet his pants in a pool around his ankles, his cock springing free with an alluring bounce.

Crying out as his fingers found your core, you clenched around both him and the vibe, feeling full and beyond the point of holding back any longer, your hips lifting to rock against his hand momentarily before he gripped the obscenely coloured device and removed it from you.

"Mmm, you're so fucking wet," he hummed, his downcast gaze as he turned the vibrator over in his hand providing you a view of his long, golden lashes, the heaviness of his lids hinting at the weight of lust burdening him.

You swallowed thickly, your eyes widening in surprise as you watched him place the toy to his lips to give it a crude suck, his eyelids falling closed and brows cinching together as he tasted your slick, the wag of his cock not going unnoticed as it flexed with endearment; a nod to your impeccable flavour.

The toy bounced past you on the granite countertop, landing somewhere behind you after he tossed it carelessly once satisfied with its use, his eyes darkened with a ferocity you knew all too well as he hungrily glanced over your waiting body.

"I want more," he demanded, slipping his hands beneath your thighs to drag you to the edge of the counter in one swift motion, the momentum causing you to lay flat on your back as your lower half was being suspended in the air and only supported by him.

Your breath shook as he lifted each of your legs onto his shoulders, his eyes as blue as a flame as he hovered over your sex, and finally he gave you what you had been starved of all night.

His moan reverberated through your body, his hands tearing at your flesh eagerly as you clawed at the hard surface under you just as much, your arm shooting out to the side and accidentally sending a wine glass still holding the remains of a Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc from last night to the floor with a crash. Anders' appreciation and worship of you never turned stale, and as you dug your head into the granite in response to the enthusiasm of his ritual, you allowed yourself to plunge in the bliss he was spoiling you with; free now after such making such a sport out of your denial.

Never holding back from letting you know how much he was enjoying this too, Anders continued to hum and moan his appreciation, the neediness for his own release vocalized and sending you into a tailspin, the sound of your desperation mixing with his creating a manic symphony; each swipe of his silver tongue and suck from his convincing lips amping up what was already too much stimulation.

You ground against his face, his stubble adding to the plethora of unearthly sensations, and at the moment you peaked, Anders drove two fingers into your walls that began clenching around nothing, hooking them to massage your g-spot while flicking your swollen bead with his tongue. Dragging out your climax, he pulled your clit between his lips with a firm suck, continuing to berate you with his fingers until your whole body shuddered and eventually relaxed, your mewling dying down to quieter, shorter breaths on account of such immense relief.

The warm light from the overhead pendant made his face glisten as he rose from between your shaking legs and stared you down vehemently, his want for his own pleasure to be sated only increased exponentially by having participated in yours.

It always made your heart flip, never seeing him rush to wipe you from himself - his mouth or otherwise - and as he licked his lips now, his eyes slowly closing as he inhaled deeply, you felt a tingle scurry from the base of your skull to your toes that softly hit the floor; the greed in wanting more brimming dangerously as it followed closely on the heels of what you hadn't yet recovered from.

He was a sight to behold, standing before you proudly but with a sense of impatience as if he had been the one that was edged and perturbed all night; his mortal vessel radiating a godly glow that left you no doubts about his divinity. His skin had a sheen to it, his sweat catching in the thick expanse of curls that trailed down from his chest to his cock that was impossibly engorged and leaking from the tip, and a low growl resounded from him as his belly and chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

It made you smile, seeing him so affected by you, your excitement bubbling up through your stomach in realizing that this session lacked any real physicality up to this point.

His dimples flinched as he clenched his teeth together, his eyes fixed on you as he watched you find the zipper hidden in the side of your dress that was covered by the upper half folding over it, and once it was undone, you let it slip off your curves to the floor.

You smoothed your hands over your naked form, trying to entice him even more although it was completely unnecessary, your skin responding to your touch so sensitively with how charged you still were. Finding your nipples between your fingers, you caught Anders taking hold of his cock to stroke it before you blinked your eyes shut, his irregular breathing encouraging you to explore yourself further.

As you brought your fingers to your folds, Anders' raspy voice cut through the air, his proximity to you now surprising as he stood before you, his hand wrapping around your wrist to guide you in putting more pressure on your tingling clit that made you gasp.

"You still want more?" he chided, almost in a challenging tone. "I don't know if you can handle that…"

His lips brushed yours gently before his teeth captured your bottom one and tugged it, his hand moving yours harder against yourself as he increased the rhythm of his own hand on his cock, pumping it furiously so that his fist nudged your stomach with each pass.

"Please fuck me, Anders," you whined, arching your back so your breasts rubbed on his chest.

"Is that what you want? To come again…around my cock?" he asked, biting back his moan as the sweetest sounding one passed your lips.

"Because you've been such a good girl," he purred, accentuating the two words he knew would turn you into even more of a pleading mess, "I reckon I can."

When you responded with a shudder and moved your fingers faster, he chuckled viciously, even with knowing he wanted it possibly more than you did.

"How do you want me?"

Your voice sounded strangled and almost foreign, being laced with so much lust it seemed unrecognizable to you, even though he'd coaxed this tone out of you on more than one occasion and would a thousand times more.

"Turn around," he barked, unable to play these games any longer.

Doing as you were told, you turned around and bent at your waist, your arms bracing on the countertop, looking back at him over your shoulder with a smolder in your eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

Anders shook his head, your ploy to tempt him further not impressing him as he lined up behind you and ran his hand up your backside too gently for how he was feeling.

His weeping head nudged against your folds, and leaning over you so his body flattened yours closer to the island to gain better access, he peppered kisses across your shoulder blades.

"You looked so beautiful tonight, gorgeous. You did so well for me…"

You whimpered and pressed your hips back, trying to get him to breach your entrance fully, feeling as though your legs would give out beneath you when he finally did.

The difference in size between him and the toy felt drastic in comparison, but with a few drags in and out of you, you adjusted to him, the intoxicating pull in your core making your eyes blur as the hot pink vibrator laying forgotten near the kitchen sink became out of focus.

Anders didn't refrain from taking from you what he needed, smacking against you wildly as he chased his end, having held off for so long already taking its toll on him.

Hearing his grunts of effort change into an amused laughter behind you, your own lips curled up in a delighted grin, your whole body tingling from affection as he praised you.

"You feel so fucking good, you have no idea!"

Keeping his pace, Anders slammed into you with more calculated thrusts, his head hitting that sweet spot inside you that made you barrel faster toward a second point of bliss, his sack swinging forward to hit your clit with just the right amount of contact to draw you even closer to climax.

"Anders!" you cried, desperate for another release.

"That's it, baby, come for me! I'm right there with you," he groaned, his smile decorating the sound of his words. Reaching around you, he found your clit, strumming his fingers against it as if you were an instrument, coaxing the most beautiful music from you that only encouraged him on.

Lewd, wet sounds mixed with his unhinged laugh and your wails that became increasingly louder as he successfully tossed you into the throes of another orgasm; the utter glee that Anders found in carnal pleasures unabashed.

You tightened around him, choking him until he stuttered and growled as he pulsed inside you, the noises he made equally as shameless as he surrendered to his pleasure.

Your eyes remained closed as you worked at steadying your breathing and returning your heart rate to normal, the sound of Anders doing the same resonating in your ears as you sighed out sedately, now able to register the cool temperature of the countertop compared to the heat radiating from you as your fingertips splayed over it.

Pulling out of you as he began to soften, he chuckled with satisfaction, watching your combined spend spill out and leak down your thigh, the mess making you shuffle your legs together as you stood upright.

His hands landed on your waist while his lips teased the dewy skin on your neck, the scruff on his cheeks and chin making you shiver and lean back against his chest. Turning you around to face him, his eyes seemed to glow as he looked at you; a brightness enhancing them that made you want to do whatever it took to pull that expression out of him all the time.

"Was that worth it?" he smiled against your lips, leaning in to kiss you multiple times, the playfulness he'd exuded all evening not lost.

Smoothing your hands up his back, you scratched through his hair at the base of his neck, combing your fingers over his scalp until he tipped his head back and groaned with delight.

"It definitely was."

Guiding his head forward using your hands, you kissed him hungrily, melting into him again as he met the swirl of your tongue with matched fervor, his voice a low rumble when he broke away from you.

"Good. Now, come on, I'm taking you to bed."

Anders took hold of your hand and led you to the bedroom, glancing over his shoulder to flash a terribly mischievous grin along with his dimples that told you your night was far from over.

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Do You Miss Me?

For the Deano Bingo 2022 event!

Prompts: Anders Johnson - "Admit it, you missed me." - Phone sex. The Almighty Johnsons - Anders & female Reader 1732 words

Summary: You go to Wellington for a few days and Anders doesn't think he can be patient anymore. CW: 18+, NSFW, smut, masturbation, phone sex.

“So, do you miss me?”

You shut your eyes as you leaned your head back against the plush headrest on the bed you were sitting in. It was your second night in a luxury hotel, hours away from Auckland on business. 

Hours away from Anders, whose purring voice through the phone only made you wish even more that he’d been able to join you. The swanky digs were exactly the sort of place he’d have loved, and you knew he’d have come up with some way to pass the nights after your work was over with.

“Hm, no,” you lied in a teasing tone. “It’s been nice having a couple quiet, restful nights.”

You heard him laugh on the other end of the line, knowing you were referring to his insatiable libido and the many long nights you’d spent at his flat only to wake up still tired the next morning.

“Oh good, then. Maybe you should stay in Wellington since you’re so much happier.”

You hummed, pulling your legs up against your chest as you glanced toward the tall window, the final rays of sunset fading to a cool blue din.

“Do you miss me?” you finally asked in reply, your voice no longer holding the same playful tone it had moments earlier.

“Every minute.”

You felt a flutter in your chest at his assertion, the low rumble of his response catching you off-guard. You wished you could see his face then, kiss the frown from it that you’d heard in this voice.

“Two more sleeps,” you assured him, feeling guilty now for having joked about it earlier. You heard him huff a bit, and you licked your lips.

“Not sure I can wait that long.”

You felt a chill, anxiety bubbling up in your gut. “What are you saying?” Was he going to break up with you? Go find some other company for the night?

“Are you alone right now?”

You frowned. “Of course I’m-”

“Humor me a little, hm?” he purred, and you shut your eyes as you recognized the low, echoing tones of his Bragi voice.

You sucked in a slow breath, simultaneously annoyed that he was using that voice on you when he knew it turned you on, and happy that he still wanted to.

“You are the god here,” you replied tensely, rolling your eyes.

He laughed again, under his breath. “Mm, that I am.” He waited a beat. “First I want you to start by turning off all the lights in your room.”

You chewed your lip, having a sneaking suspicion of where he was going with this.

“Can you do that, gorgeous?”

You reached over and flicked off the one lamp that you still had on, casting the room into a general darkness.

“It’s done.” “Can you describe the room for me? Where are you? What can you see right now?” “Mm…” 

You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the low light, the only illumination provided by the street below but obscured by the sheer curtains. 

“I’m sitting in a king-sized bed, all by myself… It’s sort of dark now, but there’s a television on the wall, and a desk…”

“Is it warm or cold?” “It’s comfortable. The duvet cover is so silky it almost feels cool, but it warmed up where I’m sitting.” “Hm. And can you smell anything?”

You took a few deep breaths. “Like… someone else’s laundry soap. Clean, but strange.”

You heard him laugh through his nose, trying to keep it in. “Is there a window?” “Yeah, it’s tall and the sheers are letting in some light, even though it’s night now. It’s like a spotlight on the chaise lounge thing over there.”

“Hm. That sounds like a fun place to lay.” You snickered. “If you were here, definitely.” “I’m here with you.”

You sat up a bit straighter. “What? You came to Wellington?” “Here on the line. It’s just like if we were together.”

When you hummed in disappointed disagreement, his tone turned sultry again. “Close your eyes,” he purred, and so you complied as his voice echoed low and potent in your ears. “I’m right there, gorgeous, moving up your body. Can’t you smell my cologne? Can’t you feel my breath on your neck as I try to decide where to kiss you?”

You shivered, a tingling sensation moving up your spine. You opened your eyes, wondering if he truly understood the power he had over you.

“Anders?” “Mm?” “Where are you right now?” You heard the cocky grin in his voice. “I’m at home. All the lights are off, and I’m in my bed, wishing you were here instead of this pillow that smells like that shampoo of yours.”

You were touched by his admission, warmth spreading through your chest and over your cheeks at the sweet comment. “Two sleeps,” you repeated.

“What are you wearing?” “My silk pajamas.” “Ah, the little shorts and tank set?” “Yeah.”

He let out an appreciative hum. “I like those on you.” “I know.” He laughed. “What are you wearing?” “Just my watch.”

You squirmed a bit imagining that, wishing he was there with you and not back in Auckland. You let out a small groan. “You’re just teasing me now.”

He snorted. “Let’s tease each other, eh? If I was there with you right now, what would we be doing?” You took a shaky breath. “I suppose…” You shut your eyes and pictured him sitting in the bed beside you. “I’d sit on your lap, and press against you while you kissed me?” “Mm, yeah.” His heavy breath caused a static sound on the call. “I like it when you grind on me like that. I’d slip that silky top off. Worship those perfect tits of yours.”

You ran your hand over your own breasts, feeling your nipples bead up as you wished it was his hands and mouth instead. “Mm, and when you were done I’d lick your hot neck, and kiss you… lower… and lower… until-” You stopped short when you hear a hitch in his breathing. “Are you touching yourself, Anders?” “Aren’t you?” he asked in return just a little too innocently.

“Er- not just yet.” “Not yet?” He let out a small laugh, bedroom activities always seeming to fill him with joy.

You pulled your knees against your chest and ran your hand down the back of your thigh.

“Remember the other day?” he purred. “When you sucked on my fingers? God, that was so  hot.” He sighed happily. “Put your fingers in your mouth, gorgeous.”

You lifted your free hand to your lips, two fingers resting lightly on your bottom lip as you hesitated. You slipped them over your tongue, closing your eyes as you remembered the slightly salty taste of his skin that night.

“Suck on them like a good girl,” he continued, “and remember how good it felt when I fucked you. You made me so hard… and I couldn’t help myself… and you took me so well, baby.” You let out a small whine, remembering the night quite well as you squeezed your thighs together. You wanted him between them again as you pictured the hungry look in his eyes as he’d pressed his thick fingers against your tongue. He’d pushed one of your legs up as he’d filled you, his thrusts pushing him to your deepest points inside, and you’d gotten overstimulated by the time he’d had his fill.

“Good,” he praised, his voice dark with lust. “Now put those wet fingers to use where my tongue should be right now.”

You let your fingertips collect saliva as you dragged them out of your mouth, then did as you were told. You slipped your hand between yourself and your panties, wet fingers meeting wet folds that ached for your lover.

You breathed heavily against the phone, need flooding your senses.

“That’s my girl,” Anders praised. “Talk to me.” “It’s not fair,” you whined slightly. “Getting me so worked up when I’m so far away.” “Can’t help it, I’m afraid. I’m a bit of a bastard, so I’m told.” You laughed, and heard him join you. “It’s just… your mouth would feel so much better than my hand, you know?” He gave a low hum through the line, and you knew you’d affected him.

You put on a breathier voice, trying to work him up as much as he’d done to you. “You’re so good at making me come, so having to do it myself just feels mean now.” “Mm, when you get back to Auckland, I’ll make you come as much as you want.” You let out a quiet moan, knowing he was good on his word; at least when it came to sexual promises. There had never been a time with Anders where he didn’t satisfy you completely.

You slowly slid down until you were laying flat on the bed, your hand doing its best to stimulate your clit the way he did.

“What are you picturing right now?” he asked, voice ragged.

“You over me in your bed, pinning me down and being rough like the night we went to that movie last week.” “Oh yeah,” he enthused. “You begged for more, so I had to oblige.” “Such a thoughtful man,” you breathed, feeling yourself getting close.

“I can’t help it when you say my name like that.” You knew exactly what he meant, and did so then, your voice full of praise and wanton pleading. “Anders…”

The mental image of him fucking you hard and deep like he had that night soon pushed you over the edge, and you moaned as your orgasm washed over you, finally granting you relief.

“Fuck, you sound so hot right now.”

Catching your breath as your body calmed down, you didn’t reply, instead listening intently to him. You heard him mutter a bit more and then let out a groan that you knew meant he’d gotten off listening to you.

You slowly sat up, still holding the phone to your ear as you leaned against the headrest again. “Well, that was… unexpected.”

You both let out small laughs, and you could hear his grin.

“Admit it, you missed me.”

You chewed your lower lip, picturing him laying in his bed, naked and panting. Whether you’d admit it outright or not, you looked forward to being there with him in person next time.

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A/N: I have to admit I'm pretty unsure about this whole thing, I hope it was alright. I had intentionally not put things from Anders's perspective because phone sex is sort of like that, but I think that's why I'm struggling with this fic in particular. I hope it was okay despite that, but if not, I'm sorry, haha.

Tags: Everything: @the-poldarkian @i-did-not-mean-to @the-butterfly-blues Almighty Johnsons: @midearthwritings @laurfilijames Deano: @feeweeeee Because we talked about it: @i-am-still-bb

If you'd like to be added or removed from any taglists please just let me know at any time! ♥

[silvermoon-scrolls]

Clothes Got Game

Pairing: John Mitchell/Anders Johnson Rating: Mature (no sex. yet at least) Words: 600

For @britchell's Smut Roulette!

When Mitchell entered the kitchen his mouth fell open. There was Anders leaning against the kitchen table with his hands nonchalantly holding on to the tabletop to either side of him so as to not block the view of his body – and he was looking very smug. That of course wasn't the surprising part; what had Mitchell starring were the clothes his frequent bed partner was wearing; Mitchell’s clothes.

Ill fitting jeans, and a once brightly yellow t-shirt with a fading print hung about his frame. He’d even managed to snatch a pair of Mitchell's fingerless gloves. He was looking very pleased with himself. In answer to Mitchell's deliberately unasked question Anders looked down as if pretending to inspect his borrowed outfit. “I thought I should try to figure out what's so appealing about dressing like a homeless person,” he said with a mocking smile that obviously was meant to provoke. Only Anders would think insulting a man’s wardrobe was a good seduction move.

“You look ridiculous,” Mitchell said, perhaps a bit unfairly because he could feel his breath begin to quicken.

“I agree.” Anders pulled off the fingerless gloves and tossed them to the side before leaning back again with an impish smile. “How about now?”

Mitchell held his tongue. ‘Ridiculous’ was the wrong word, but the look clashed so badly with Mitchell’s usual perception of Anders that it looked wrong. Not wrong as in ‘bad’, but as in– ‘indecent’. The washed out, too long t-shirt made him look younger, and that combined with his suggestive pose made him look– well– as if he was selling.

When Anders was wearing his expensive, tailored business suits he looked like an exquisite dinner at a five star restaurant. (A dinner that was ready to devour you rather than the other way around.) The way he was dressed now he looked like a mouthwatering, street food snack – the kind you know is bad for you but is unresistable nonetheless – like he was inviting Mitchell to taste every inch of him and then swallow him whole.

Somehow Anders must have sensed what deprived thoughts were going through Mitchell's mind because Anders’ grin widened and he unbuttoned the top of his jeans. “And now?” As he leaned back again, the large neckline slipped enough to show off a lovely collarbone, and that very, very biteable muscle between the neck and shoulder.

Selling indeed. In three quick steps Mitchell had Anders trapped against the table, one hand on either side of him, his groin pressing into him and his face hovering an inch above Anders’. Anders’ eyes were sparkling with approval.

Mitchell rolled his hips slowly against his trapped partner until twin groans escaped them. “You want me to fuck you so bad,” Mitchell taunted, grinding forth another groan from his prey.

“How– very perceptive of you.” Anders had closed his eyes and his voice was strained by trying to hold back yet another moan. He looked exquisite.

The unbuttoned jeans were already riding low on Anders’ hips and they easily slid down when Mitchell pulled at the waist. Anders kicked them off and began to pull the shirt over his head but Mitchell stopped him. He leaned in and whispered in a heavy voice. “The slutty shirt stays on.”

“It's your shirt,” Anders protested as Mitchell grabbed him around his thighs, lifted him up on the table edge and stepped between his legs.

“And the next time I wear it you can fuck me any way you want. Now shut up and behave so I can give you what you’re so desperately begging for.”

to be continued?

[britchell]

This is a snippet of a VERY kinky and interesting anonymous submission (that we clearly cannot post fully here without getting flagged) we got in our SUBMISSION FORM!

For the NSFW wheel “beg for it”

Check out the rest on the collection on Ao3!!

- don't be cute; this is a punishment, remember? Anders grumbles in response earning a soft slap to his right cheek and a "use your words", he tries his best to not roll his eyes; not at all pleased with Mitchell's sudden urge of righteousness after he was left alone with Dawn and Ty for a little less than an hour and he learned exactly HOW had he used his Bragi gift on several women on the past; very close to the line of "non consensual" which had put the blonde in this position; tied to a chair Mitchell´s last coherent words to him being "i'm gonna teach you the power of no, you bratty little god"

GO! check it out

[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why), nate archibald (gossip girl)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

🌸~So you want 📚 something soft and 🐝 sweet? Try this 🌱 shelf~

Under the Table (part 1), (part 2), by @immawriteyouthings

You don’t want to go to the princes ball to find a partner, but your mother was persistent. When you find a dwarf hiding under a table by the name of Fee, you chance your mind about it being so bad. Fili x

Tavern Tales by @arrantsnowdrop

A drunken night at the tavern leads to Fili taking you home and putting you to bed. Fili x

Letters from amad (part 1), (part 2), by @erosofthepen

Lady Dis is unsure of you marring her son Fili and you try your best to sooth her untrust. Fili x

Something Sweet by @immawriteyouthings

A playful moment turns into one ruined cake. Fili x

Stupid Goose by @ironmandeficiency​

Fili brings home a goose one day that proceeds to terrorize the mountain, not realizing what a soulmate goose is. Fili x

As It Pleases by @thorinthehottotty​

It is yours and Fili’s marrage night and you are nervous. Fili washes those worries away. A little steamy but no explicit smut. Fili x

I’ve Got You by @guardianofrivendell​

When the reader gets hurt and must be carried, Fili grows jealous when its not his arms carrying you. Fili x

Lion And Fire by @ally-holmes

When Thorin tells Fili that Dáin has offered to introduce him to his goddaughter Maen and that expects them to get on good terms and, maybe, end up married, Fili decides that he’s going to hate her. Little does he knows that she’s not only beautiful, but she’s also smart and strong. He expected to be the one with an opinion on the matter, yet she confessing that she won’t marry him hurt his pride deeply. Fili x

No Idea Why by @immawriteyouthings

Fake dating Kili leads to unexpected feelings. Kili x

And We’ll Love by @midearthwritings​

You braid Kili’s hair not understanding what it means to dwarves. A little bit of Angst. Kili x

Sleep Song by @immawriteyouthings

You get so used to hearing Thorin snoring on the quest that when you get to Erebor you are left sleepless without the sound. Then one night Thorin finds you wondering the halls. Thorin x

Sweet Treats by @i-did-not-mean-to

You make cookies for Dwalin. Dwalin x

Tied With A Bow (Or Two) by @immawriteyouthings

You try to prank Bofur by putting pretty pink ribbions in his hair, unaware of what that means in Dwarvish culture. Bofur x

To be a Cat by @immawriteyouthings​

Gandalf turns Bilbo into a cat. He is not mused. Kind of Baggensheild

Pretend To Be Nice by @blairsanne​

Reader has feelings for Anders that they try and swallow down. Anders Johnson/Bragi x

Beware Of The Dragon by @ally-holmes

Anders is interrupted by an old friend after becoming mortal, and it turns out they’re a dragon. Anders Johnson/Bragi x

Boonies by @blairsanne

Reader finds an injured Will in her chicken coop. Will Johnson x

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

I know things

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SxLf5si

by Metztlilua

Essentially, Anders gives Mitchell a blow job but my righteous ass couldn’t write it without some stuff at the beginning (so mild porn and boring stuff at the beginning) Written for Gathering fiki’s 12 days of Christmas event and first (second?) public smut I think

Words: 1974, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of 12 days of christmas 2022 (GF)

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Almighty Johnsons, Being Human (UK)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Anders Johnson, John Mitchell (Being Human UK)

Relationships: Anders Johnson & John Mitchell (Being Human UK)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Being Human (UK) Fusion, underage Anders, Consensual Underage Sex, Underage - Freeform, Blow Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Porn Without Plot, Porn With Plot, Why Did I Write This?, terribly written fanfic, fanfic of some sorts, school au, mitchell is a good teacher, something about candy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SxLf5si

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Fast and easy guide to John Mitchell

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/N20eADx

by Metztlilua

These are all the annotations that Anders has learned about Mitchell during the time they’re knowing (and when they’re well acquainted) each other Yea this is a angsty (the Andy’s that gets annoying) and has TERRIBLE SMUT I'm fucking sorry

Words: 4316, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Being Human (UK), The Almighty Johnsons, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Mitchell (Being Human UK), Anders Johnson, Dawn (The Almighty Johnsons)

Relationships: Anders Johnson & John Mitchell (Being Human UK)

Additional Tags: Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Terribly written angst, angsty anders, Unrequited Love, Unrequited, Blood Drinking, Smut, Shameless Smut, Badly Written Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/N20eADx

[witchydom]

Fandom: Being Human UK, The Almighty Johnsons

Rating: E

Warning: None Apply

Relationships: Anders Johnson/John Mitchell

Characters: Anders Johnson, John Mitchell (Being Human UK), Bragi

Tags: John Mitchell Angst, Anders takes care of him, Bragi likes him too, Emotional Porn, Smut, Teasing, Anal Fingering, Prostate Massage, Porn with Feelings

Summary: When Anders went out for the night, he didn't think he'd be going home with someone like this. He wants to keep him.

[laurfilijames]

Words Unspoken

Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 5,888

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse. Swearing. Feeeeeeelingssssss.

Summary: You return from your work trip in Dunedin, going to Anders' apartment to find him questioning your relationship, and true feelings are revealed.

A/N: I can't believe this chapter is finally finished! Apparently the last time I had touched it was June 😅 but better late than never!! It's full of feelings and I have always wanted to get this part of their story out for you to read, so without further adieu!

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Anders sat balanced on the edge of his couch staring out the large window that covered almost the entire outer wall of his living room, the view of downtown Auckland allowing him to be lost in thought.

He hadn’t been able to get his mind off of what Mike said to him the other day, the words echoing in his tortured mind with a cruel determination to be believed; Anders isn't capable of loving anyone other than himself.

“Fucking bastard,” he muttered aloud to his empty apartment, swallowing thickly as that constricted feeling in his throat began to choke him again. The view of the Sky Tower was now blurry, and he blinked a few times as he brought the glass he held to his lips with a hand that shook, his knuckles white from gripping it so tight. The scotch was warm as it slid down, but did nothing to dull the possibility that Mike could be right. He puffed out his cheeks and closed his eyes, his breath expelling forcefully, but rickety out of his lungs, and his head tipped up to the ceiling as he was hounded once again with the reminder of his shortcomings.

For most of the time you had been away, Anders had convinced himself that he might have been falling in love with you, but after seeing Mike, the whole notion seemed ludicrous. He had always been so careful never to bring feelings into any of his relationships.

Until you.

No, he reminded himself again. His hands fidgeted nervously against his glass and his leg bounced up and down, unable to keep himself still. The amount of times he switched back and forth in his mind was turning him insane.

He didn’t know what love really was, that if any of the things he felt for you were in fact the one thing that plagued so many people in a painfully beautiful and risky way. How was he to know? No one had ever declared the terrifying phrase to him before, nor had he ever uttered the words, and he assured himself for what had to be the millionth time this week that being with you was no different. What you had together was fun; perfect as it was, and the sex was the best he could recall in the very long line up of his history. Why chance losing all of that over something that he'd gone his whole life thinking didn't really exist with the exception of a few lucky people?

Still, he couldn’t deny that he found himself longing to hear the words slip from your lips; to have you tell him how you felt, to know how it would feel to have someone genuinely hold that kind of unconditional and shamelessly pure affection toward him.

So many times he thought you would say it, lost in intense moments of passion that had you on the brink, almost confessing it within your moans of rapture, and he knew it would be the sweetest sound he ever heard.

And then you left.

Heat crept up through him, his hurt fueling his anger, and he clenched his teeth together hard as his nostrils flared out in an effort to steady his breathing. His head hung low and he ran his hand up the back of it, reminding himself that whatever you felt for him he didn't deserve, and that he would always be the type of man who refused to succumb to something as frivolous as love.

He sat up straight and drained what was left in his glass, his resolve restored, vowing to never let anyone make him doubt his character again.

Anders didn’t want to lose you but—

The sound of the door opening brought him out of his thoughts, his head whipping around to watch you walk in through his kitchen, a mix of bitterness and relief filling him at the sight of you.

Standing from his perch, he set his empty glass down on the table and made his way over to you, your bright, although hesitant smile matching his own.

“Welcome home,” he said with a hint of sarcasm through a grin that didn't reach his eyes, his dimples barely hidden beneath his stubble. Anders stopped before he completely closed the distance between you, tucking his hands in his pockets as he looked at you suspiciously.

Every muscle in his body tensed as you gingerly took a step toward him, the feel of your hands on his chest causing even more confliction. He could see the pain reflected in your eyes as they danced across where your fingertips lingered, the anguish he knew you would be feeling as clear as the day was, making him want to let you in again as if nothing had happened.

"How was Dunedin?" he asked in a low tone, the roughness of his voice a result of his struggle to stay distant.

You looked up at him quizzically, like you couldn't believe that was the question he was asking out of all the other possible ones, and your head shook slightly when you answered.

"Fine. It was fine. Cold…" you said absently as your fingers moved across his chest that poured heat, like you were contrasting the iciness of his current demeanor to the temperature that radiated from him rather than the difference of weather between Dunedin and Auckland. The sensation of your skin gently touching his was like torture, and it took everything in him not to rip your hands off of him.

Anders sighed through his nose and nodded his head slowly. "Good."

He felt like each time he opened his mouth, everything he had felt through the week would come spewing out, and he was determined not to disclose those flaws to you.

"How are you?" you dared ask, and all Anders could do was laugh in disbelief and shake his head. He couldn't bring himself to look you in the eye, his gaze instead focused on your hands that remained timidly on his chest.

"Absolutely perfect."

"Anders…" you pleaded, moving your head to try to meet his eyes, obviously seeing through the bullshit of his words.

"What?" he snapped, finally looking at you, his veil quick to fall and reveal the fury he wasn't very good at concealing.

"I'm sorry."

Your apology hit him like that arrow did Axl, piercing through the wall he built back up only to have it crumble down so easily, exposing his pain piece by piece. He huffed out another small laugh, his eyes darting to the side in fear that if he continued to look at you he would simply forgive you without hesitation.

He wanted to stay mad. He was furious.

His hands moved to cover his face and he swore through them, feeling so torn and deranged. He felt your hands drop from his body, and the loss of contact suddenly stung more than anything else had. His hands automatically reached for yours again, pulling you back toward him, and his eyes flickered back and forth between yours and your lips. Before he could think about what he was doing, Anders covered your mouth with his, demanding your next apology in the form of a kiss.

He was weak, Anders thought, his hands roaming your form that was ingrained in his memory and to his touch, the feel of you against him imprinted on him for eternity and quick to distract him from his earlier decision. With each pass of your tongue over his, he became more and more lured in, wanting to abolish his pain and focus on how good you made him feel and how much he knew he needed you. It was moments like this he could swear you were a goddess, the power you held outweighing the influence his own could ever have.

You hummed against him, bringing him out of his haze, his body betraying the very thing his mind was trying to prevent from happening.

Eventually you parted, both of you needing to resurface for air, drowning in each other but so desperately not wanting to stop.

Be mad, he reminded himself, but it was no use.

He had felt like a house of cards all week; the threat of toppling down from a simple pass of air looming dangerously, leaving him vulnerable and unsteady on his own. Being in your presence again reinforced him and gave him strength, the taste of your lips lingering on his awakening all the reasons why his mind could never win against his heart.

You stood staring at Anders for a moment, sharing panting breaths, your lips already feeling raw from his kiss. Was it possible his eyes had turned even bluer since the last time you saw him?

"I missed you,” he said in a hoarse whisper, the words sounding strangled, almost as if he was scared of telling you something as meaningful as that.

“I missed you, too,” you told him, observing the sincere, but struggling look on his face. Taking more of him in this time and no longer feeling as afraid to let your gaze linger on him, you noticed how tired he looked; the lines around his eyes more prominent, the blue of his irises barely disguising the dull gray that hinted at pain; all of those little details ones you could never forget regardless if after a week or a lifetime.

His proximity was enough to make you say everything that was in your heart, the words bursting to get out, his scent and radiating warmth a lethal combination without him trying, and you scolded yourself for how easy he made it to get you to talk even without the use of his powers.

Your mind pleaded for you not to say it, but as your heart hammered in your chest you could feel the words clawing their way up your throat at record speed. Swallowing thickly, your hand moved so you could trail your fingers up his cheek and across his brow and you noticed even more now the wearied, doleful presence that dulled his eyes. It seemed that each caress brought forward stifled feelings in Anders, the sadness in him switching to anger again.

"Why did you leave like that?" he demanded, his tone making your unsaid words form into a lump in your throat.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to find a way to help him understand exactly how he made you feel. It was always a myriad of things with him; excited, happy, whole, loved, scared. How could you begin to explain that he made you feel so good it terrified you?

When you didn't answer right away he backed away from you, a waft of cool air instantly replacing the warmth where his body had been.

Your mouth opened and then closed, and each time you parted your lips those three condemning words threatened to tumble out involuntarily, your heart and soul needing to free itself of the restraints you tried so hard to keep bound and safe.

"Because I-"

His eyebrows flew high on his head and he shrugged, his gestures exaggerated, prompting you to give him something. Your eyes followed him as he turned and walked further away from you, and as much as you wanted to follow him, your feet were rooted where you stood. When he turned back to glare at you impatiently, you finally managed to find your voice.

"I was scared, Anders!" you admitted, cowardly. How long would you be able to keep denying this for, you wondered, watching as Anders moved to lean against the back of the couch, his arms folding across his chest protectively.

"Scared of what?"

His voice was quieter than you expected it to be, and you wondered if he would coax the truth out of you whether you permitted it or not.

You sighed and dropped your head to look at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact in case the bastard did pull his powers out on you.

"You make me feel things that I have tried to avoid this whole time."

"Like what?"

You shook your head as tears stung your eyes, your tongue suddenly too big for your mouth as it desperately tried to block what you knew you wanted to say.

"What are you afraid of?" Anders asked again, this time louder, his frustration no longer disguised.

"Everything…"

You glanced up to see him push off the back of the couch to begin pacing back and forth, one of his hands covering his face as he tried to summon patience to deal with you.

"For fuck's sake," he mumbled to himself. "I thought what we had was good, effortless," he spat, stopping to look at you with honesty in his cerulean eyes, his hand motioning in the air between you. "Special…"

The last word trailed off but held so much honesty in it that your heart split open again, knowing how much damage you caused, and bile rose in your throat at the thought of it being irreparable.

"It is, Anders!"

"Then why the fuck did you leave?!"

His voice boomed through the apartment, the force behind his words triggering your own.

"Because I love you!"

A loud ringing resounded in your ears, and you felt all the blood that was in your face drain out of it only to be pumped forcefully through you again as your heart pounded ruthlessly, its beating deafening. The sound of your laboured breaths made you focus again, drowning out the blaring nothingness, a slight sense of alleviation beginning to take over your panic.

You could physically feel the binds breaking apart in your chest, your heart freed from its confines, and now that it was said, you stood waiting for the aftermath.

Anders faltered, sighed and put his hands on his hips. His expression was full of disbelief, like he didn't hear you or as if you had said something in a language he didn't understand. He looked down at the ground and pulled his bottom lip in his teeth, shifting his weight on his feet to take a step forward, but moved back again.

You kept quiet, and when he finally looked you in the eyes you could see how much emotion your confession brought out in him. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words didn't come.

Anders rubbed a hand over his face, the room so silent you could hear his palm scratch against his stubble. His mouth parted again, and this time he chuckled, but not out of humour or anger.

"Anders-" you started, but stopped when he walked toward you and cupped your cheeks, pulling you so close your lips grazed against each other.

"Please don't take it back," he pleaded, his hands holding your face so tight it was like he was making sure you wouldn't vanish along with your words.

"Never," you vowed, and his mouth connected to yours like he needed the air that was being held in your lungs.

His lips quivered ever so slightly, the smallest tremble of uncertainty and vulnerability that coursed through him unable to hide itself as it transferred onto you. You pressed against him harder, deepening your kiss to give him the surety he searched for, that you meant what you said and would never use it to trick or hurt him. He matched you with equal intensity, his tongue driving into your mouth that still tasted of your declaration, and in turn you relished in the taste and smell of him, the spiced aftertaste of scotch welcoming and familiar.

His hands moved up to cradle the back of your head, supporting you as you felt you were about to melt away under his touch, his body pressing into yours the longer you kissed as if you would simply fuse into one.

Anders moved away from your mouth, and your breathy gasp shuddered in the air as you drew a sharp inhale, the sensation of his wet lips traveling down your jawline to your neck eliciting needy moans from you. One hand returned to rest against your cheek, preventing you from pulling away as he licked at your throat, his tongue marking you with clear streaks, his lips sucking at your flesh that throbbed to the beat of your pulse. You could be lost here forever, drunk and satisfied from this alone, his tongue sending shivers through your whole body as it slowly trailed over your sensitive skin.

You clawed at his back, your nails attempting to tear through the dress shirt that covered him, feeling more desperate than ever to feel his skin on yours. He gripped under your thighs and pulled your legs up to wrap around his waist, your silent prayer being answered by him for yet another time, making you wonder if Bragi was able to read minds as well as make people obey his word.

His lips clashed with yours, sealing them together as he carried you to his room to set you down carefully on the bed. His chest heaved as he undid his buttons in a hurry, tossing the shirt somewhere in the room, and once his upper body was bare, he leaned forward and kissed you again. Your hands carded up his chest, catching in the soft, amber coils that your fingertips had longed for since you saw him last, and it seemed your touch sparked a similar impatience in him. He abruptly stood and pulled at the hem of your shirt, flicking it up and over your head only to meet you in a desperate kiss once it was discarded. His thumbs grazed across each of your cheeks in a sweeping motion that made your head spin, but not enough to stop you from working at freeing him of his pants.

Even though you were the one to do it, your heart rate sped up and arousal flooded through you at the sound of his belt unbuckling, becoming ever closer to reuniting your bodies and displaying what you felt for each other in the best way you knew how.

Anders hissed and nipped at your lower lip when you tugged his boxers down to expose his leaking cock to the cool air of his room, and he knelt between your legs and guided you to lay on the mattress, his lips still locked with yours as you slowly stroked his length.

"Fuck, why aren't you naked yet?" he growled, his cheeks red with frustration and lust when he pulled away from you to look you over. You swallowed thickly at his impatience and released his cock from your hand to shimmy out of your pants, your panties that were soiled by your slick going with them.

Anders slid his hand beneath your back and expertly unclasped your bra, roughly pulling it from you, battling with himself between wanting to take you hard to help carry out his pain, or continue with the terrifying reality of giving in to the tenderness he secretly ached for. As soon as he pressed his mouth on yours again, his decision was made, set in stone and written in the stars, his heart plunging further and further into the trap he vowed it would never get caught in. He could feel the strangled emotion bubbling up his airway - everything he fought for so long to suffocate boiling to the surface - the things he always believed he was unworthy of in front of him for the taking.

Your hips lifted and rolled, teasing the tip of his cock with your soaked core, your hands roaming across every part of his torso like you were trying to make purchase on his heart and soul, coaxing him to no longer fear bearing this part of himself to you. He felt the words choking him, and he swallowed hard and kissed your collarbone, a sound that resembled a cry he didn't recognize from himself sounding out against your skin when he opened his mouth.

Your soft whimpers brought him the focus he needed, drawing his attention back to worshiping your body, his confidence growing as he put his intentions back to the physical kind he knew he had every control over.

His tongue swiped across the curves of your breasts, making your nipples harden into pebbles, swirling his tongue and sucking until every nerve in your body was awakened with jolts of pleasure shooting through you.

Continuing to explore the body he could never get enough of, his hand slowly trailed down your waist, and lifting his hips away from you slightly, he allowed room to slip his hand between your bodies where his fingers delved in your wet folds. Slowly, he fingered you, his need for you increasing with each stroke on you; your walls clenching around him only to have him pull out to leave you vacant and eager for more.

Streetnoise crept in through the walls and window of his bedroom, and for the first time ever it felt distracting to him. Anders sat back on his knees and pulled at the sheets that lay crumpled behind him at the foot of the bed, dragging them up and over your heads as he returned to settle between your legs. You smiled at him as the sheets billowed with air around you, making his heart ache at the sight of you, knowing you were the very reason he was meant to exist in this world; as a mortal or a god, on Earth or in Asgard.

The sheets landed softly on top of him, and a comforting feeling draped over him like the high-end thread count itself, knowing that he was hidden away from everything and everyone else with you. He kissed you slowly, relishing in the fact that no one could reach either of you to judge or criticize, sheltered from denouncement and the need to defend what you had.

His cock lingered at your entrance, nestled comfortably in your folds without pushing through completely, your bodies in agreement to take their time. Anders softly broke your kiss and gazed at you, finally feeling unashamed to let his emotions show. He could feel moisture pooling at the corners of his eyes, his eyelashes damp when he blinked, and with a sigh he brought his forehead down to rest on yours.

A long moan sang out of you when he pushed inside your heat, his mouth returning to cover yours as if capturing the sound would allow him to hear it on repeat in his mind whenever he pleased. He wanted to pull these noises from you any time he was able to, wanted to wake up beside you every day and hear the words you confessed only moments ago. Being away from you only made him realize how undeniably hard he had fallen for you, and he wasn't going to let anyone convince him otherwise again.

He knew he needed you like a heart needed a beat, but even as he thrust deeper inside you, he continued to fight with himself to actually say it.

He pulled his face away from yours again, but still the words wouldn't come.

Frustration quickly began to take over, and as he pressed forcefully into you to push you to the brink, his doubts settled in around outside the sheets that shielded you.

Did you love him? Did he imagine you saying it? Was he so desperate to hear it from someone, anyone, that his mind created an illusion just so it could mock him later?

Another cry of pleasure escaped your mouth and you clenched around his cock, drawing him back. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he increased his pace, determined to prove what he couldn't speak.

How ironic, he thought, that the God of Poetry couldn't muster the courage to answer you with those three words, even when he knew he believed them.

"Oh my god," you called out softly, swimming in pure, wanton need, his name falling from your parted lips adding to his dizziness. Your praise echoed in his ears, and while he normally basked in it, knowing you worshiped him and his divinity, he questioned if even with the use of his talent he could be convinced that all of this was real.

You couldn't even manage to make her stay using your powers, could you?

Mike's indictment hovered over him like it was floating around just outside the covers - tormenting him - making the thought of speaking seem impossible.

Were you here because you wanted to be, or did you just fall for the shit-talking god whose only appeal was the charm dripping from his lips?

Anders let out a growl that resulted from the mix of pleasure and resentment, and as if you could sense his turmoil and blatant uncertainty, you cupped his face and kissed him with purpose, allowing him to find reprieve in being with you.

He carded his hands through your hair and looked at you with a penetrating stare, his voice dropping and words sounding far-off when he spoke.

"I need you to tell me-"

He stopped, the heightened control and slight tingling sensation in his veins vanishing as quickly as it came. He blinked and when he made eye contact with you again, it felt raw, like you were looking at the most exposed version of him.

"Tell me again," he requested, his voice honest and no longer laced with anything that would sway your response.

That dream-like mist lifted in an instant, the world coming back around you rather than falling away, your body still cradled by the mattress rather than feeling like you were floating as Anders' weight pinned you against it.

You knew right away what he needed to hear, and with or without him drawing it out of you using his gift, you would say it over and over until he knew it was true.

"I love you."

It was like you had stolen his powers, for when you said it this time you could tell he believed it. His eyes danced with a light that was so full of emotion, and you found it funny how you had thought earlier that they looked the most vibrant shade of blue you had seen them yet.

Anders crashed his lips against yours again, his kiss full of fervor and meaning, pressing into you so much that you could feel your body sink into the bed even more.

He gripped one of your legs to pull it up around his waist, grinding against you harder and deeper, his determination to say to you what he couldn't with words clear in his movements. You held each other tight, your bodies seemingly closer than they ever were before, both of you lost in the best way you knew how to express your love. Your hips rolled together in a synchronized motion, repeating the same routine you'd come to know and craved so much, your whimpering increasing as Anders pawed at your flesh.

He could feel his whole body tingling with his power; his magic lingering just below the surface of his skin, latent and pulsing through him in a way he'd rarely experienced.

Wanting to write poems on your skin with his lips, he dipped his face in the hollow of your neck, allowing you to moan softly beside his ear while he attacked you with kisses and gentle nips. Unable to catch his breath with how intense of a pace he was keeping, Anders tore his lips from you, focusing on sending you both through to your end, allowing you to return the favour by lifting your head slightly off the pillow to reach his neck.

It intoxicated you further; his hot, thick skin smelling of him adding to your frenzy and catapulting you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Come with me," you pleaded, your voice strained and needy, squeezing his back to aid in your request.

Anders gave a curt nod, angling his hips in a way he knew would take you both to the sought after high, and dipped his head back down again to slot his mouth over yours, his deep moans of pleasure muffled as he worked with unbridled passion.

With your bodies once more tuned in to each other, you let go of the strings that were barely keeping you together, your core tightening around his cock that pulsed into your depths as blinding pleasure took over, his mouth pressing onto yours harshly as he rode out your climaxes.

Slowly rocking until the rippling heat dispersed from every limb, your kisses turned softer, focusing now on the smoothness of your tongues and recognizing just how much you had missed this.

Anders gradually stopped the entanglement of your lips, pressing a final, gentle peck on yours as he pulled back enough to allow you to see his face. You reached your hand up, using your finger to brush away a drop from his cheek you were unsure was sweat or a tear, watching as he didn't attempt to hide whatever he was feeling from you.

"I love you, Anders," you repeated, seeing the relief at being reassured in his eyes. He flashed a faint smile, enough to pull out his dimples, and as he softened and began slipping from you, he rolled off of you onto his back, pulling you into his embrace.

Anders made love to you two more times through the night, hearing you recite the poem he wrote for you out loud countless times before you were taken by sleep, his limerick bestowed into your body and given a voice to be heard only by him.

Despite his own fatigue, his addled mind betrayed him and prevented him from finding rest; the words you spoke etched into him where they burned his skin, knowing he wouldn't find sleep until he let his heart say what it needed to.

You laid tucked up against him, your head on his chest with an arm and leg draped across his body, sleeping peacefully with your mind clearly at ease. His body begged him to close his eyes, but his mind continued to spin. Happiness filled him in knowing that you did love him, but anger mixed in with it at not being able to say it back to you, leading to a level of frustration he had a hard time imagining existed; that even the god of poetry couldn't get the words to fall from his lips, words that held more power than any others he had spoken from his silver tongue.

His hand slowly trailed up and down your arm in an attempt to keep his emotions at bay, but all he really wanted to do was scream from his irritation or wake you up so he could finally tell you.

His heart hammered in his chest and he was convinced that alone would wake you, yet he still feared that even if you were to wake that very second, he wouldn't be able to get it out anyway.

Anders clenched his teeth, desperate to say it and needing you to know, the fear he felt making his cheeks flinch as he fought himself over what to do. He never wanted you to regret saying it, to be embarrassed by your admission or worried he didn't reciprocate your love, and even still his cowardice won.

Exhaling deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves, he rubbed your arm with his thumb, and shifting enough to see if you were still sleeping, he peered down at your beautiful face. You stirred slightly, but your evenly tempoed breaths continued, the only change being that you gripped your arm tighter on his waist and sighed as you nuzzled into his chest more.

“I love you,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead.

His whole body coursed with adrenaline, knowing there was no hope of sleep for him now, and he smiled to himself that somehow the words didn't feel foreign on his tongue.

Anders woke with a start, realizing you were no longer beside him, your side of the bed cold. His stomach dropped and he felt panic rise in him until he heard the familiar sounds of you knocking about in the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling his nostrils as he drew a deep inhale.

A moment later you waltzed into the bedroom, a sweet smile adorning your face, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts with the buttons unfastened to reveal your perfect form to him. You looked like the goddess you never had been but always were to him, holding two steaming mugs of coffee in your hands as you walked toward the bed.

"Morning," he said, his voice thick and raspy from the short but heavy sleep he had eventually succumbed to. He sat up against the headboard and shifted over a bit to make room for you to sit beside him, watching as you blew on your coffee before taking a careful sip.

"Morning, Anders," you purred, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes as you watched him over the rim of your mug before placing it down. "I figured you could use some coffee, I could tell you didn't sleep very much."

"Mm, yeah," he confirmed, absently. "Hey, come here a sec."

A very serious expression dressed his face, his eyebrows knitted closely together, and reaching for your hands that were warm from the cups, he pulled you to straddle his lap. His hands found your waist beneath his shirt, gripping you with a pressure that was gentle enough but showed his surety.

Opening his mouth to speak, he closed it again, rethinking his words, the power of Bragi seeming to fail him again. Instead, he kissed you, reaching up to cradle your face in his hands, the fervor in his kiss making you reciprocate eagerly and readjust your naked core on his lap.

Finding his courage in your touch, he broke away, his thumb landing on your lower lip to press on it gently before looking into your eyes.

Your name slipped off the curve of his lips, instantly spreading a dream-like warmth over you, your eyes locked on his as he began to speak in his soft, languid voice.

"I love you."

Feeling Bragi flit away, you blinked a couple of times, your heart racing, and your breath hitched in your throat as you did your best to comprehend what Anders said to you in your stunned state.

"I love you," he repeated, in his own voice this time, the help of Bragi missing from his words. "I love you as Bragi, and I love you as just me."

Tears stung your eyes, and as you grinned a beaming smile, a few fell on your cheeks. Cupping his scruffy cheeks in your hands, you kissed him, trying to buy yourself a moment of composure before trying to speak.

"You’re never just you. You’re everything. My god. My Bragi. My Anders."

He chuckled, the sound making your heart swell as much as the happiness on his face did, and tipping your head slightly, you said five words you never thought you would have the chance to utter.

"I love you, too, Anders."

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Clothes Got Game

Pairing: John Mitchell/Anders Johnson Warning: Explicit. Blood drinking. Anal sex. Words: 1500

For @britchell's Smut Roulette!

Now completed on AO3!

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[britchell]

We are back! with a SMUT ROULETTE prompt (event running ALL thru july! j you still have time to spin and get in on the fun!!)

submitted by the amazing: @lazysaturdayonthebeach on our super cool form

from the SFW wheel: Hidden Hickeys

Rating: G

CW/TW: None

Words: 249

Anders stood in the mirror of their hotel room staring at his belly. A trail of small but dark love bites extended from his belly button to the base of his magic johnson. Three of the marks were curiously close together.

“Hey, John…”

Mitchell perked up.

Anders only called him John in the throes of a really good orgasm, or if he needed help. He was already up and moving toward the sound of Anders’ voice when the blond continued.

“Have you ever heard of the Hidden Mickey thing?”

Mitchell leaned into the bathroom doorframe and looked puzzled. “The Disney park thing where they make the shape of a three circle Mickey icon in weird places for guests to find? Yeah, I read about that in the travel books. Why?”

Anders held his pants low with one hand and gestured to the hickey trail with the other. “Is that what I think it is?” He pointed to the three mark grouping.

“Oh!” Mitchell slapped his hands over his mouth, desperately trying not to laugh. He failed. “I’m sorry?”

“You are not sorry!” Anders screamed. I have to walk around Disneyland all day with you knowing I’m your personal Hidden Mickey!”

Mitchell gave up and just laughed at the indignant glare from Anders. If he actually needed to breathe, he would have been out of breath.

Then even Anders started to laugh.

“Hidden Hickey!” Mitchell sputtered.

They spent half the day surreptitiously checking other guests’ necks for more mickey hickeys.

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Fury

A/N: Happy Fili Friday! Here is another chapter of my Dictionary Drabbles! Hope you guys enjoy.

Pairing: Mitchers

Word Count: 675

Warnings: tagging this as non consensual just to be safe, but really, I think it’s just angry sex. But protect yourselves and if you’re not into that, skip this one. Also, Smut warning and Language warning.

Summary: Mitchell risks the wrath of a god to console Anders... and to keep his hookup plans ;)

Anders couldn’t stand the fire in his veins any longer. When was he going to accept that Mike would never respect him? More importantly, when was Mike going to learn not to piss him off? He was Bragi, after all. He could find every single person his prick of a brother cared a whiff about and talk them into killing themselves, for fuck’s sake. 

He had power. 

He could feel it bubbling in his gut and tingling in his fingertips. It shot out of his eyes like lasers and ghosted from his lips like a song. He had it and he’d fucking use it.

So he turned off his phone’s ringer and shoved it in his pocket as he walked through his bedroom door. He yanked on the knob and shut it with a slam that would echo through the hall of his building. As he did it, something pulled and popped in his arm around his elbow, but he didn’t give a shit. He had things to do, places to go, and people to fuck.

“And I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

“Christ, Mitchell,” Anders said to the vampire on his couch. “What the fuck are you doing? Did you sneak in here?”

“The door was unlocked. Was that Mike on the phone?”

Anders found his keys, speaking without even looking at Mitchell. “There’s been a change of plans. Go home.”

As he opened the front door, a spread hand came into his view and snapped it shut.

“No. You don’t get to blow me off,” Mitchell said, locking the door and taking Anders by the belt. He yanked the little god forward until he could loom down and snarl in that stubborn face. “You make plans, you keep plans. I am not someone you want to keep waiting.” His fangs flashed before he dragged Anders over to the couch.

Fury didn’t even begin to describe what was hammering in Anders’ chest. He spat out lines as he was maneuvered around without a care for his pain, but also without difficulty. His Do you know what I could do to you, and Who do you think you are, and I don’t want you did nothing to stop Mitchell. In fact, it seemed only to spur him on. Mitchell slammed his lips against Anders with biting, bruising kisses that left the blond’s lips red and screaming, deciding between more and stop. When his beating fists did little, only making Mitchell pause to grab both of his hands and pin them behind his own back, Anders crunched down hard on Mitchell’s neck in retaliation. The vampire laughed.

“Is that what you want? You want me to bite you?” Mitchell asked.

Anders’ cock twitched.

“Or do you want to fuck me?” 

Mitchell worked his belt open with one eager, deft hand and shoved his jeans down his legs. As his fangs caressed Anders’ neck- something to keep the god busy, to keep him in line- he toed off his boots and kicked his pants away. While Anders couldn’t doubt his risen, hot anger, he couldn’t deny his arousal either. He was aching.

“I asked you a question,” Mitchell said.

Anders could only growl through clenched teeth. The answer burned him, took away his dignity and added to his rage. But the answer was Yes- fuck yes. He leaned into Mitchell’s body, needing closeness and heat, rutting his own clothed cock against Mitchell’s, bare and bouncing. 

Then Mitchell drew away from him, leaving cold air in his place. He whipped his shirt over his head, leaving himself completely naked in front of a fully dressed Anders, and turned around to kneel on the couch. Anders watched, unsteady on his shined shoes, as Mitchell stuck his ass out on display and spread his cheeks with his wide hands and long fingers. He’d prepared himself for Anders’ fury, rim stretched and shining wet, beckoning him to take everything out on such a small hole.

“Fuck.”

Mitchell grinned over his shoulder. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

[the-butterfly-blues]

Servant of the Gods

Chapter One Pairing: Anders x Reader Word Count: 1,230 Summary: Joining Anders in the office, she's shocked to see his demeanor change after his youngest brother visits and tries her best to calm his worries. Content Warning: Partial smut? I kind of cut it off before it got too far. Spoilers: Quick mention of the events of Season 1 Episode 1, but set after Episode 2 and before Episode 3. Series Masterlist The amazing Anders screenshot is from none other than @jprgirl!

Tired of answering calls that could've been taken care of through emails or even a simple message, Anders slumps back in his chair. Turning slightly, he looks at the couch where [Name] reads comfortably. She rests, looking to have no care in the world as she scans the words of her book before delicately turning the page. Sometimes he wonders why she joins him in his office if all she does is tidy and read, two things she could be doing comfortably in his apartment.

When he gives an exaggerated sigh, she looks up to watch as he chooses to set his work aside and join her, draping himself on top of her. He lays his head on her chest as his legs rest between her own and his arms wrap around her waist as well as they can. Laughing, she sets her book on the cushion beside her before gently combing her hands through his hair. He enjoys peaceful moments like these where it feels like nothing else matters but them and she enjoys the feeling of his weight on her. Sadly, their comfortably silent moment is ruined as Axl enters the office, asking Dawn if his brother is here. After the arrow incident, he's been coming around more often to ask questions, ones he knows Anders will answer without beating around the bush like their eldest brother does.

"Go away, Axl! I'm busy!"

Truthfully, he is and should get back to his desk despite being so utterly cozy where he is, but that isn't why he's trying to get his brother out of his office. He had hoped that Axl wouldn't come barging in today as [Name] wished to join him.

"I've just got one question. It won't.."

Anders watches as he steps around the wall that blocks the view of his couch while talking, his eyes widening at the sight of the woman beneath his brother. When their eyes meet, time slows and Axl's filled with an intense sense of warmth and trust despite only just meeting her.

"..take long. Who's this?"

With a sigh, Anders sends Dawn out to have an early lunch before [Name] speaks up as she usually does around new Gods.

"Should I call you Odin or..?" "Uh, just call me Axl. How did you know?" "That you're a God? Or specifically Odin?" "Both." "All you need to know is that she's not Frigg."

Sitting up on his heels, he doesn't care about his harsh tone or compromising position between her legs, but more so about keeping the woman to himself. If he's to tell him who she is, then there's a chance she may be taken away from him by Mike and that's not a chance he's willing to take. Not understanding his hardened expression, she flashes Axl an apologetic look before sitting up, nearly straddling Anders.

"Please, just call me [Name]."

Her hands cup his jaw, his light stubble scratching gently against her palms. She brushes her thumbs over his cheeks, hoping to soothe him even if it's only a little. Whenever he gets like this, it always puts a heavy feeling in the air between them, something that she always wishes to mitigate despite his unusual silence and unwillingness to communicate.

"You had a question, maybe I can answer it?"

Glancing at the youngest Johnson, she silently wishes for him to leave so she can take care of the God between her legs and she's more than happy when her wish is fulfilled.

"I'll just go ask someone else. Sorry for interrupting."

Once she hears the doors close behind Axl, she pushes herself further into Anders' lap, hands forcing him to now look up at her. She gently kisses his forehead, wanting to know what's going through his mind that has caused him to become silent.

"What troubles you?" "Nothing." "Are you sure? It doesn't seem like nothing." "It's nothing. Drop it."

She despises commands such as this, especially when it's obvious something is bothering him. Her job is to help physically and emotionally, but he rarely lets her, always telling her to ignore the obvious problem before changing the conversation.

"Then how about we head back to your place? I can make us some lunch and, while you relax, I can take care of the more important emails for you so you don't have to worry about them. Leave the lesser ones for another day."

Sighing, he nods and leans into her hands, knowing that she won't pull away or question him any further about the situation.

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Barely given time to close the door behind them, [Name] gasps lightly as she's pushed against the wall, his hands already disappearing beneath her shirt. His lips find hers almost instantly and she can't help but melt under his touch. Their lips slot together like puzzle pieces and his hands, no matter where they lay or what they do, have always felt like home. Though she wishes to continue where they are, she's afraid she may drop the laptop that she holds in her hands, so she pushes him away.

"Just let me set our things down, okay?"

He nods, watching her walk to the kitchen for a moment before he heads to his bedroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. When [Name] enters the room, he's already bare and waiting for her. Taking off her sweater, she meets him at the foot of the bed. His hands find her waist, pulling her flush against him, wanting to feel and memorize her warmth.

"Let me take care of you?"

She's given her answer as she's pushed down to the bed. He didn't want to prolong this, not today. Kissing her neck, one hand fondles her clothed breasts while the other dips below the waistband of her shorts. He smirks against her neck as he feels the wetness around her entrance. He'd barely touched her, yet she was already putty in his hands.

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As Anders lies asleep beside her, an arm loosely draped over her legs, [Name] sits with her back against the wall. She types away on the laptop she had just recently grabbed, staying true to her word and working on some of the more important emails. She knows that Anders wouldn't be upset with her if she chose to cuddle with him instead, but she didn't want to give Dawn more work than she already has. Feeling Anders shift, she tears her gaze away from the bright screen of the laptop to look at him for a moment. Despite the love and attraction, Thinthys feels for Bragi, she knows that deep down, she feels the same for Anders. It wasn't Thinthys that remembered how he took his coffee or took care of him after a stressful day at work. If it didn't include an order or the overwhelming presence of a God, then it was always her own doing. With a small sigh and smile, she sets the laptop to the side. Lifting his arm, she drapes it over her waist as she lays beside him. Almost as if it's second nature, his hold on her tightens, pulling her closer to him. Warmth spreads to her chest as she buries her head in his shoulder, her arm wrapping around his waist in an unneeded effort to keep him close. She'll finish responding to those emails later.

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A/N: The next chapters will hopefully be a bit longer. I was planning on writing a full sex scene, but I really just couldn't. Every time I tried, it filled me with this odd form of anxiety. I also think I might stick to singular images from the show or simply aesthetically pleasing ones that tie a bit with the chapter. I'm not too good with making ones, I'll keep practicing though!

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Fast and easy guide to John Mitchell

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/98eE423

by Metztlilua

These are all the annotations that Anders has learned about Mitchell during the time they’re knowing (and when they’re well acquainted) each other Yea this is a angsty (the Andy’s that gets annoying) and has TERRIBLE SMUT I'm fucking sorry

Words: 4316, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Being Human (UK), The Almighty Johnsons, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Mitchell (Being Human UK), Anders Johnson, Dawn (The Almighty Johnsons)

Relationships: Anders Johnson & John Mitchell (Being Human UK)

Additional Tags: Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Terribly written angst, angsty anders, Unrequited Love, Unrequited, Blood Drinking, Smut, Shameless Smut, Badly Written Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/98eE423