#just a glimpse of those legs. a husky word from those lips. empty look in those eyes

[thatlittledandere]

Dreaming about a toxic, turbulent, on-off love affair with a woman who passed away years before I was born

[teenyweenynightghost]

Fortunate Disaster

Warnings: I haven't written it yet but umm, all of the warnings in the world

Request: Not quite but thank you @victoriadeangeliswifey for your lovely comment on @bimbadiethantorchio 's post.

Word Count: 2.4K

Pairing: F!Reader X Vic

Y/n had been walking around in the rain for hours on end. She was tired, sore and irritated at her circumstance. Only a few hours ago, she was happily jogging around town, enjoying the warm, pleasant weather. A sudden burst of energy had hit her, and she ended up crossing the small area of trees between her village and the next, exploring all the new terrain. Unfortunately, as soon as she crossed, a thundering storm took over the sky and the forest became a no-go.

To make her situation better, the battery of her phone had run out and she was now wandering on an empty street, seemingly leading nowhere.

Y/n walked for a while longer, until a large building started shaping into the horizon. Perhaps it must have been her delirious state, or her rain-soaked lashes, but she swore a dark presence flew around her, sending shivers all throughout her spine.

“Is anybody there?” She called out, the only answer Y/n received being her own echo and a deafening thunder.

She flinched at the sound and continued walking. She could swear that every step she took, every breath she inhaled and every shiver was closely observed by someone. She just didn’t know who.

Getting closer to the cloudy structure, she realized that it was in fact a house, but one that looked straight out of a horror movie. It was tall and painted in dark colors, small windows here and there, as a large metal fence surrounded it.

Y/n had seen creepy movies before, and she knew better than to approach such mansions, but she was desperate, cold and hungry. It’s not like she had a better choice.

Finally having reached the entrance, she scanned around for a bell only to be surprised by the door opening on it’s own. She was definitely not getting out of here.

With a deep breath, she did her best to calm down her wrecking nerves and stepped forwards.

The garden of the castle was truly mesmerising, roses and well-kept bushes everywhere, as a stone alley extended into a labyrinth of trees. She was sure this place would look like a dream during a more pleasant day, but for now, she only focused on moving forward, and hopefully getting some shelter.

She was standing in front of the large ebony door, regretting all the choices that led her to this moment. She closed her eyes and sighed in exasperation, as she grabbed the golden handle and knocked three times.

The entryway opened almost instantly, and she was met with a short, petite girl, looking at her with the most captivating, bright blue eyes.

“Hi! I’m Victoria! Please! Come in!” She introduced herself while simultaneously ushering Y/n inside.

“I’m Y/n, umm, thanks for-for letting me in.” She tried to let out, still frightened by the whole situation.

“Of course! We couldn’t let such beautiful people walk around in that terrible weather.” She chuckled, sending Y/n a smirk.

Y/n frowned slightly, before she spoke up again. “Oh, you have roommates?”

“Oh of course! Three others. But only Ethan is at home.” She smiled, handing Y/n a towel.

“Oh, um, thank you.” The shivering girl mumbled, wrapping the cloth around herself tightly.

“My pleasure! What kind of hosts would we be If we didn’t take proper care of you.” She chuckled, placing a hand on the small of Y/n’s back and leading her towards the staircase. “Come upstairs, you might want to take a warm bath.”

Well, the blonde wasn’t wrong about that. Y/n nodded and let Victoria lead her to the bathroom. As they walked down a dimly lit hallway, Y/n noticed several paintings of people from different eras, however she couldn’t help but note that it looked like four faces kept reappearing over and over again.

She brushed the thought away when Victoria opened a door for her, softly pushing her forward into the bathroom.

“Oh, thank you so much! I really don’t know what I would have done If I hadn’t ended up here.”

“Oh no problem, darling. I left some clothes on the table and you can light some candles if you wish to.” She encouraged her, closely examining her face as it lit up at her words.

Y/n had always been fascinated by candles, always wanting to smell every single scent on this earth, and see the wax melt onto paper, tables, and any other surfaces.

As If on cue, Y/n heard Victoria snap her fingers and all of them were now lit. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as her shoulders lifted up, her eyes widening.

She turned around quickly only to catch a glimpse of Victoria’s rascally smirk, before she shut the door and Y/n was left trembling alone, in a stranger’s bathroom. Perhaps the thought had crossed her mind before, but she had dismissed it until now. There was unquestionably something inhuman about the girl. She didn’t even dare think about her roommates.

A million thoughts ran through her mind as she did her best to deal with each wave of panic. Taking a deeper breath than any before, she imagined all her worries fade away once she exhaled, and continued to blame her creative mind for the thing she’d seen.

She took off all the wet clothes that clung to her body like a newborn to his mother, and got in the hot water.

The warmth enveloped her body at once, and she let out a pleasured sigh as she relaxed further into the bathtub.

She rested there for half an hour, before a loud growl erupted from her stomach. She was starving, there was no denying it, but she was also desperate to cling to the safety she felt in the bathroom. Eventually, deciding that enough was enough, she pushed herself out and grabbed the towel once more, patting herself dry.

Glancing towards the table, she noticed that the only clothes to her disposition were a pair of fuzzy socks, a deep red silk nightgown and a fluffy sweatshirt. Y/n grabbed the clothes and slowly started dressing herself again.

Faced once again with the door, she beat herself up internally and reluctantly opened it, peeking at the hallway to see if anyone was there. Luckily for her, she was all alone. She trailed her steps back to the staircase and descended it timidly, hearing the voice of two people chattering in the living room.

“Ah, there you are!” Victoria’s husky voice filled the room once she noticed Y/n peaking around the corner. “Come here. This is Ethan, my best friend, and Chili, my dog.” She smiled while holding a fuzzy little puppy, who yapped excitedly at Y/n.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ethan’s modulated voice reached her ears, as he approached her and extended a hand. Y/n brought her own one up to shake his, but instead he brought it to his lips and left a soft kiss on her knuckles.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Y/n smiled, trying to be polite, despite having seen Ethan’s eyes glow red for a split second.

“So, puppy, do you wanna eat something?” Victoria spoke again, an evident smirk on her face as she took in Y/n’s blushed face.

“Yes! I’m starving” The girl chuckled and took a seat across from Victoria, noticing Ethan bringing her a plate of food.

They all stood in relative silence while Y/n ate, too hungry to notice that she was the only one. Having finally finished, she pushed the plate away and wiped her mouth with a napkin, looking up at the people around her.

A wave of embarrassment hit her upon noticing that she was being stared at, practically shrinking into the seat as Victoria got up with a sly grin on her face.

“The rain still hasn’t stopped, and by the looks of it, it could go for hours to come. You wouldn’t mind sleeping here, would you, puppy?” She whispered into her ear, causing Y/n to cross her legs tightly and squeeze her hands in a failed attempt to not shiver.

Victoria only chuckled at her reaction and brushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear, before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“You definitely strike me as a smart girl. You must have guessed we’re not quite human, hm?” The blonde breathed into her ear once more, directing her attention to Ethan, who was biting his lip, a long, white fang pressing into the soft skin.

“Vampires…” Y/n shuddered, recoiling into Vic’s embrace.

“That’s a good girl. So, would you like the guest room or mine. Or perhaps Ethan’s”

At that, a loud laugh erupted from the man in front of us. “Right. I have a book to finish. If you need me, shout out my name.” With those final words, he picked up Chili and left the room.

A deafening silence enveloped the lounge, only broken by the rain drops smashing against the windows.

“You must be tired, princess. How about you answer that question I asked earlier.”

Y/n couldn’t believe that her brain’s instinct was to go with her. The realization that she was in a house with actual vampires perhaps did not yet settle in, because every single nerve of her body was seemingly drawn to the attractive girl who sat right behind her.

“Will you kill me?” Y/n croaked, scratching her own palm so hard she could feel an upcoming bruise forming.

“Of course not. I really hate how the media portrays us these days. We only drink the blood of animals. Humans aren’t nearly as nutritious.” She scoffed, turning Y/n around so they could be face to face.

“Drinking human blood is strictly for pleasurable reasons.” She hummed, looking at Y/n’s lips, while she rested her hands on her legs.

Y/n’s brain completely shut off. All she could focus on was the girl’s cold fingertips touching the insides of her thighs, and her lusty gaze falling right onto her lips.

“I’ll tell you one more thing, though. If you don’t answer my question, again, I’ll have to find other methods to make you speak.” She sneered against Y/n’s neck, her teeth slightly grazing the soft skin.

Y/n shuddered and closed her eyes, turning her face away and enveloping herself with her arms. “Yours.” She mumbled, her jaw being met by Victoria’s lips as soon as the words left her mouth.

Y/n gasped loudly and grabbed Vic’s shoulder, holding onto her as she kept sucking on her skin.

“Good girl.” Victoria croaked, pulling away.

She started walking down the hallway, and Y/n had no better idea than to follow the blonde. Her gaze fell upon her golden hair, illuminated by the chandeliers hung on the ceiling. Two large, golden crosses were hanging on her ears and her slim body was covered with a skimpy, black gown, extending all the way to the velvety floors.

Y/n would be lying if she said Victoria didn’t look celestial. She could stare at her for hours on end if given the chance.

The blonde finally stopped and Y/n bumped into her, lost in her own thoughts. A small chuckle escaped Vic and she turned around, pulling Y/n closer to her.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you?” She quizzed the dumbfounded girl.

“Yes I was.” Y/n responded, averting her gaze to the door in front of them.

“Of course you were…” Vic mumbled, amused, and led Y/n into the room.

It was spacious and dimly lit, a large bed occupying the center of the bedroom, and a million dressers on the sides. Right across from the bed was an even larger mirror, decorated with golden ornaments on the edges.

“Right side or left?” The blonde asked her, turning off the lights in the room.

Before Y/n could answer, she was pushed right on the middle of the bed, Vic standing right on top of her.

“I think this is the middle.” Y/n stammered, inhaling a sharp breath.

“That’s not what I was referring to.” Vic whispered against her skin, lowering her head to be right between her breasts.

Oh. Y/n’s mind was already moving with the speed of light, and perhaps at this point it had completely abandoned her. Unfortunately, Vic was waiting for her response and kept hovering over her skin, no matter how long Y/n waited.

“Right.” The girl finally spoke up, and Vic gave her a satisfied wink.

One of the blonde’s hands slipped off the gown Y/n was wearing, while the other softly cupped her breast. Once the cold air of the room hit Y/n’s bare chest, she shivered and pulled Vic down, so she would be laying on top of her.

It was the last push Vic needed before her mouth was on Y/n, circling her tongue around her nipple. With every sigh and whimper coming from the girl below her, Vic would bite softly into the silky skin, kissing the area afterwards.

“Vic- Fuck!” Y/n moaned when she felt the tip of Vic’s fang pressing into her skin, sending delicious shivers throughout her body.

The blonde continued to explore every inch of her body, pressing sloppy kisses to her skin, soft bites and licks wherever she could, while Y/n grew more and more desperate.

“Please!” She moaned out, spreading her legs, while Victoria grabbed them and held them in place.

Finally descending to her center, Victoria thrusted a finger inside the moaning girl and kept repeating her actions while her tongue circled Y/n’s clit.

“You’re so fucking wet, puppy.” The blonde whispered against her, making Y/n whimper at the vibrations, and added another finger.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to come undone, a soft bite to her thighs being the last push she needed. She came loud and forcefully, her whole body trembling with pleasure, while Victoria stared at her, her dark eyes taking in her delicate features.

“Ethan!” Y/n heard Victoria call out, before the man suddenly appeared in the room, his long hair flying around.

“You think you can take a few more rounds, puppy?” Victoria asked Y/n, caressing her cheek.

The girl did nothing but nod eagerly as her whole body was filled with excitement for what was to come. It’s safe to say, wandering into that house was very far from a bad idea.

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[mrsalwayswrite]

Magic and Firelight (Ivar x reader)

Oh God. you know how I said I never write smut....apparently I lied. I blame this entire thing on @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom​ and @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​ for encouraging this. All. Their. Faults. 

This one-shot was inspired by the moodboard created by the ever-lovely @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom​ for a challenge. In the challenge she had to use Ivar, MagicAU and Licking....so I made sure to incorporate those themes into this written one-shot.  

Also this does not fit anywhere in the Vikings timeline because I want everyone alive and marginally happy, ok? So everyone lives in Kattegat but think season 5a Ivar. 

Warnings: SMUT, unexpected feels, like one swear word. 

Words: 4200

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius​ @evelynshelby​ @pomegranates-and-blood​ 

reminder: not my moodboard. this entire, glorious thing belongs to @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom​ who was kind enough to let me use it.

  Revelry filled the air, coating everything in the Great Hall like a fresh snowfall. The feast was well underway. The smell of roasted meat and ale rose steadily into the air, along with the laughter and cheers of those still in attendance. A contest of strength just finished, the loser ending up with blood dripping from his nose, tainting his teeth, as he laughed uproariously. 

 A joyous shout shot through the hall. The signal of the next form of entertainment. Fists pounded on the tables in delight, a few exclamations arising amongst the sound. All noise ceased when a slow drumbeat began, like the echo of a steady heart. It sunk into the skin, traveling to the chest until one's heartbeat matched in echo. 

 Ivar shifted in his seat near the base of the thrones. They both sat empty behind him, his mother having retired long ago, and Ragnar at a nearby table with Floki and a few others, laughing with a flushed face and ale horn in hand. Glancing around his table, he could see the wild excitement in his brothers' eyes…. for they all knew what came next. 

 As the drumbeat started to increase, the first of the swirling dancers emerged. Their bodies covered in thin fabric that teased as much as it covered, leaving one longing for a glimpse only to be denied as she continued her provocative movements. The six beautiful women moved through the tables like swans gliding through water, each step, each sway of their hips graceful and in tune with the beat.

 "Who are they?" Ivar asked gruffly. These women were not the normal entertainment at a feast. Nor did he did not recognize any of them. 

 "They came with a trader from the Mediterranean." Ubbe answered, never removing his eyes from the dancers. "He petitioned with father yesterday to allow them the chance to entertain us in the way of their people…. or something along those lines."

 "Remind me to ask that trader where they are specifically from, because I know where I am going to explore next." Hvitserk stated with a smirk. 

 Ubbe bumped shoulders with Hvitserk, an unspoken agreement in the action. 

 Ivar rolled his eyes at their antics and turned his gaze back to the dancers…. Only to freeze when one locked eyes with him. 

 She stood across the fire, the flames appeared to lick and dance upon her skin. Every curve, each dip of her luxurious body highlighted in the flickering light. Her hair hung long, swaying with each movement, its own form of enticement. It was those eyes though, that held him spellbound to her. Large, luminous orbs that seemed to peer into his soul, that stole the very breath from his lungs. All he could do was stare as she danced. Each movement was pure elegance and seduction. The whole time those mesmerizing eyes kept him spellbound, oblivious to all but her. With her eyes locked on him, it felt she danced only for him. Each twirl of her body, each shake of her barely clad hips, her hands tracing patterns in the air, it all felt like a dance to entrance him. To maintain his attention. To rile up his blood and desire for her. To make him yearn for her with his whole body and soul. 

 When she finally released him from her gaze to spin away, he gasped in a lungful of air. Not realizing until now how he had forgotten to breathe while watching her, so enthralled by her, even air became unnecessary. 

 "You alright, Ivar?"

 The raven-haired Ragnarsson looked at Hvitserk, noticing the smile that teased the corners of his mouth. 

 "This is the closest he's seen a naked woman besides Margrethe and we all know how that went." Sigurd snarked, bringing his cup of ale to his lips. 

 "Shut up before I rip your tongue out and feed it to the flames." He snarled at his curly-haired brother. Fury stirred in the hollow of his chest like a wild animal threatening to tear apart its cage. 

 Ubbe smacked the table. "Enough. Both of you."

 The table quieted as their focus returned to the dancers. Eyes searching the hall, a slow-growing panic simmered in Ivar's gut as he could not see her. The other five dancers spun and twirled about, their bodies an example of art in motion. 

 Without warning, the gentle touch of a hand on his shoulder caused his head to whip to the side, ready to demand blood from the one with the audacity to touch him…. Only to be met with those eyes that made him flustered and hot all over. 

 With her touches tender, she trailed her hand from his shoulder up his neck to cup the side of his face. Even if the need arose, he would be unable to remove himself from her sensual touch and her penetrating gaze, bewitched by her to remain still. Never before had he felt so exposed to someone. Even the times when he broke bones and had to be carried like a child, humiliation ripping into his skin. Now he felt undone as she beheld him, consumed by her with just a look. If the other dancers were art, then she, this divine beauty beside him, was a masterpiece, crafted by the gods themselves.

 Waves of jealousy rolled off his brothers, crashing against him like stormy waves on a beach but for once, he did not care. His eyes stayed glued to her, hypnotized by her very presence. 

 Suddenly he found himself facing her, unable to remember when he turned away from the table. She stood between his brace-clad legs, gazing down at him. Her fingers traced over his cheek, only to land at his mouth. Her thumb rubbed his bottom lip, encouraging his lips to part. Unable to resist her, he obliged, lips parting slightly. She made no further move, either to draw away or closer. His heart beat rapidly with excitement and mischief. A streak of wicked intent made his lips curl slightly, giving him away. His leather-bound hands reached out for her thighs; the soft skin almost foreign beneath his calloused-hardened fingers. In the same instant, he nipped at her thumb, still lingering on his bottom lip. Then he waited for her reaction with an impish smirk.  

 She chuckled, a sultry, honeyed sound that flowed straight to his useless cock and made him shiver in delight. 

 Never removing her eyes from his, she reached down to grab one of his hands on her exposed thighs. Then torturously slow, she guided it up the contours of her body, his hand caressing her hip, up her stomach and between her full breasts until his hand was at her mouth. Without waiting, she encouraged two of his fingers within. As her tongue swiped and sucked on his fingers like they were a tasty treat, Ivar lost all ability to think or resist. His hand still on her, gripped her thigh to ground himself, to confirm this was not a dream. 

 Women never paid attention to him, never looked at him with lust. After the latest raid in England where he proved his prowess in strategy and as a warrior, less women looked at him with disgust.

 But never this. 

 Never had one put him under a spell that made him want to sell his soul to possess her. Never had he seen desire darken a woman's eyes as they beheld him. Never had his own body and mind reacted with such a carnal, animalistic instinct. 

 He pulled his fingers from her mouth and dropped his hand to curl around her throat with just the slightest pressure. "Are you a thrall?"

 "No." She answered in a breathy tone, that only intensified his growing lust. Then she leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear, those barely contained breasts almost in his face. "Do with me what you want, Ivar the Boneless. I am yours tonight."

 Whatever previous desire bubbled in his veins exploded at hearing her alluring whisper. A guttural groan lodged in his throat. The hunger for her reached an all-consuming, feverish pitch. Without a word, he pushed himself to his feet, slipping the crutch under his arm. "Come."

 He half expected her to laugh and walk away but instead, she traced a hand down the tunic over his torso with a purr of pleasure. Then when she looked up at him coyly once more, he was halfway to throwing her onto the table behind him to ravish her right there. 

 She silently followed him back to his room. The whole walk his mind raged, both in desire and fear. He knew he could not pleasure her as a man but this ethereal creature that followed him deserved to be worshipped. And she had chosen him tonight. Out of all those in the hall, including his brothers…. she chose him. 

 He vowed to make sure she did not regret it. 

 He dismissed his personal thrall as they walked in, pleased to see the fire lit in the small hearth and furs laid out before it. The door closed, echoing in the room. Once alone, he moved over to sit on a nearby stool, leaning his crutch on the wall behind him. 

 She watched the fire, standing in the middle of his room. Her clothing appeared almost translucent in this light, a way of directing and guiding the eye along her perfect body. 

 "Take off your clothes." He commanded in a husky tone. 

 With a seductive wink back at him, she tugged on the few ties keeping the minimal clothing on her flawless body. In a moment, everything pooled at her feet….and he damn near swallowed his tongue. Bare before him, he was convinced there was nothing more stunning, more gorgeous than her. She put every sunset to shame, every spring flower, every star to grace the night sky, nothing could ever compare to her. 

 "Dance for me, my beauty." 

 A beguiling smile on her lips, she watched him for a moment. Then she began to move. A slow sway of her hips, hands trailing up her body to rise above her head. 

 There was no force that could tear his gaze away from her. When she danced in the Great Hall, he had been memorized…. but now, it would be sinful to remove his eyes from her graceful form. The circular motion of her hips, her hands tracing the curves of her body, the heavy-lidded eyes that watched him. He wanted nothing more than to sit at her feet for eternity and watch her dance. To worship at her altar and bestow her with gifts from the Aesir. 

 Then she began to spin slowly, allowing him to see all of her, a music leading her that only she was aware of. At one point, she squatted down and slowly rose, only to snap her hips up in a way that made him audibly growl. His hands were clenched in his lap, desperate to touch her, to replace her hands with his as they caressed her body. 

 Finally he could stand it no longer, this enchanting, sensual dance that made his blood boil ceaselessly with desire. 

 He swallowed thickly, mouth dry. "Go by the fire." He demanded. 

 If she was confused by his command, she said nothing. Turning around she sashayed over to the furs laid in front of the small hearth in his room. His eyes greedily drunk in the curves of her body as she moved. She laid down on the pile of furs before the hearth, unashamed in her nudity. With the colors of the flames and shadows painted across her body, she appeared ethereal. Something only for the gods to view. Perfection at its purest form.

 Sitting on the stool, he quickly worked the straps of his braces, never taking his eyes off her. Unwilling to miss her glory for even a moment. She laid on her side, gaze on him. One hand propped her head up while the other skimmed those curves highlighted by the flames. 

 Once freed, he crawled over to her like the predator he was. Hunger and domination with each placement of his hands and shift of his shoulders. There was no doubt who was in control. His fierce gaze never removed from her, keeping her pinned with the same strength as if ropes held her down. As he approached, she silently rolled onto her back, an intensity in those eyes as they watched him and a kittenish smile on her lips. With that, he crawled up her body until he hovered over her, blanketing her perfect form. Then he waited. Staring down at her, he was shocked once again that she chose him. That she currently lay beneath, pliant to his touch and commands. It was a powerful and dark sensation. To have this control, this power over her….to have her at his mercy. A more rapturous feeling than killing Christian priests or obliterating any army. 

 "Ivar…." She sighed out, tracing the line of his jaw with her finger. "Don't keep me waiting."

 A crooked grin grew on his face. Here lay this Valkyrie, this goddess, this divine creature beneath him, begging for him. Without wasting a moment, his mouth descended on her skin, his arms holding himself just above her. He placed open-mouth kisses along her chest, loving the soft sounds of pleasure it drew from her. His tongue traced the curve of her breasts, paying special attention to the tattoo of a flower between them. Suddenly he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, causing her back to arch. Her hand flew up to grip his braids, as he sucked and licked the bud until it was hard and peaked, then he switched to the other side to repeat his ministrations. 

 "Ivar…." She moaned, tugging on his braids, hips rolling beneath them. 

 "Shhhh…. soon." He nipped at the side of her breast, pleased with the heat that flared in her eyes. "We go at my pace…. and I plan on taking my time."

 Slowly he slithered his way down her body, his tongue leading the way over her soft skin. There was nowhere he did not worship with his mouth, nowhere safe that his tongue did not covetously explore. By the time he was done with her, his mouth and tongue intimately knew every inch of her and the erotic sounds those spots drew from her lips. With a long swipe of his tongue starting at her sternum, he trailed it down between her breasts to her belly only to end at the top of her womanhood. 

 He glanced up from between her legs, the scent of her arousal a beacon for him to follow. She laid there, bathed in flames, coated in his saliva, chest rising and falling like the waves of the seas, with her eyes closed and mouth partly open. Never had he witnessed anything more magnificent. 

 "Still with me, my beauty?"

 Her eyes fluttered open to peek at him, a tantalizing smile on her lips. "Always."

 With that, he dove into her. His mouth feasted on the juices coming from her womanhood. It was nothing like he expected. She tasted sweeter than honey, stronger than ale. He continued to lap and lick her, wanting more, needing more of her taste. For he swore, this was the nectar of the gods. A sweet ambrosia not meant for mortal men. 

 Her cries of pleasure doubled his resolve to ravish her with his tongue. To bring her such pleasure that she would always remember him. He flicked at her clit with his tongue, watching her keen to the ceiling above. Her hips rolled as he sucked at her folds with reckless abandon. 

 Each mewl and cry from her mouth, made him feel like a god. Each chanting of his name seemed to strengthen his body to continue. Even as he laid on the floor, propped up on his elbows, her legs over his shoulders, he felt no pain. As if her ecstasy flowed back into him. Instead of the constant ache of pain from his legs that clawed at his mind ceaselessly, for once it was silenced. All he was aware of…. was her. As if she invaded his body and possessed his mind. 

 If he was to die now, with her cries of pleasure filling his ears, he knew Odin would still allow him into Valhalla. For to bring this celestial being pleasure must be akin to the glory of battle. His blood roared in his ears, forcing him to continue, desperate for more. Her taste on his tongue was a craving he never knew he had until now. In the cradle of her thighs was his new favorite place to exist. 

 When she peaked, when her pleasure overwhelmed her and his name was screamed into the very heavens above, he greedily ate away at her, drinking everything down and still yearning for more. He licked at her womanhood through the aftershocks, her taste and scent all his senses wanted to know. 

 Once satisfied, he peered up at her, expecting to see her blissed-out, eyes closed and immobile. Instead what he witnessed made him freeze, unable to move.

 She observed him with eyes that glowed like two full moons on the darkest of nights. 

 Where once he had been the predator, intent on devouring her, adamant to possess her…. now he understood. He was the prey. He was the one caught in the spider's web. He was the one now owned by her alone. Those glowing eyes entranced him, preventing him from looking away, sealing his mouth shut to call out. Unable to do anything but gawk at her in a bewildered, longing awe. 

 Slowly she leaned up, staring at him. He could not remember moving. All his mind could fathom were those eyes…. those glowing orbs that he swore had seen Valhalla, that galaxies swirled amidst, that stole his soul and branded her mark on him. When he next blinked, he was sitting, with her straddling his lap, in all her exquisite, naked glory. Her eyes beheld him with softness, her hands a gentle weight on his shoulders, even her bare breasts pressed against his chest, all of it alluded a power that could only be answered with reverence. 

 "Who…. are you?" He stuttered out. 

 She smiled; a captivating thing that made him want to worship her again but also sink his teeth into her bottom lip. "I have been called many things throughout my life. But tonight, those names do not matter. Tonight, I am simply y/n…. Tonight, I am here for you."

 "Y/n?"

 She purred as if the name stoked a fire within her. "Yes, my valiant warrior." Her hand tangled in his braids again, almost guiding his head to the side as her plump lips skimmed his jawline. "I have heard your prayers, seen your cries. I cannot give you your legs but I will give you what I can."

 A quake raced up his spine. "What?"

 "Shhhh…. surrender to me." 

 Hesitantly, she pressed her lips to his, as if giving him time to pull away. Instead, he felt a jolt shoot through him. He groaned, opening his mouth, allowing her to take control. He had thought her taste as he lapped greedily at her core was ambrosia, but her mouth…. oh, the taste of her mouth was both death and life combined. Something so intoxicating and potent, it stole the very breath from his lungs while a vitality bleed into his veins simultaneously.  Her mouth held him prisoner, a melding of their lips and tongues that scorched him in every way deliciously possible. 

 "Do you feel it?" She whispered, before delving into his mouth again with an even greater need. 

 And he did. By this point, his legs should be screaming at him, especially with her weight on his thighs. Instead there was no pain, no ache. Only blissful tingles danced on his nerves and a fire stirred in his belly. 

 He wrenched his mouth from hers, eyes wide and panting as he gawked at her. 

 "I cannot heal you," she quietly said, eyes still glowing, "but I can take some of your pain in exchange for the pleasure you gave me."

 Unexpected tears welled in his eyes. Pain, his constant companion since birth, now was barely a blip on his mental radar. He dropped his head to her chest, overwhelmed by the lessened pain and bliss coursing through his veins. As he thought about it, as he feasted on her, every lick, every caress of his tongue against her, pain drained from his body like slow droplets of water. It was only now he noticed, so caught up in her exquisite taste, that he easily could become drunk on and never wish to be sober again. 

 She spoke against his ear, authority and power ringing in each word. "Hear my words, Ivar the Boneless. Your fame will live on for generations. You will not be forgotten, in this life or the next. This is my final gift that I give you."

 She drew his face back to hers, pressing her lips to his in a fiery, desperate kiss. Her words, her touch, her taste, everything felt seared into the very marrow of his bones. A burst of white light and ecstasy flooded through him, making him wonder for a second if he died. 

 When he opened his eyes, mind hazy as if intoxicated, it was to find himself alone. Frantic, he looked around. Yet there was nothing to show of her presence. Not even her discarded clothes lay on the floor anymore. 

 "No….no, no, no." He mumbled, refusing to believe she was gone…. but there was no denying the truth. Yet even as he sat there, tears still slipping down his cheeks, he could feel her presence with the absence of pain. He could still taste her on his tongue. Strength and vitality flowed through his crippled body in ways he had never felt before. 

 He was unsure how long he sat there before a quick knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. It opened to reveal Hvitserk who cautiously stepped in, eyes scanning the room. 

 "You alright, brother?"

 Ivar wondered at the stupid question then realized he must be referring to the evidence of tears still staining his cheeks. Hastily he wiped them away on his sleeve. "What are you doing here?"

 "We thought we heard something…. I came to check on you." He tilted his head and scanned the room once again. "Where is she?"

 Ivar turned his face to the fire, without answering. How could he explain all that just occurred without sounding mad? That a glorious being chose him, used him for her pleasure and then gave him priceless gifts. No, no one would believe that. This was a memory, a present for him alone to cherish. 

 "You know if you need advice with pleasuring a woman, I am more than willing to help. They do call me the love guru." Hvitserk chuckled but immediately silenced at the stony glare Ivar sent his way. "Um, right. Well, I'll head back out." He started to walk away but stopped at Ivar's call. 

 "Wait!" When Hvitserk turned back around, Ivar swallowed thickly then continued. "What…. what color are my eyes?"

 The flaxen-haired brother moved closer. "Um, blue…. a vibrant blue…. they almost look like they are glowing but with a veil over them. I've never seen them like that before. Are you feeling alright? Do you want help getting to your bed?"

 Ivar smiled longingly, his chest squeezing at his brother's words. "No….no, I feel… I feel great, Hvitty."

 "Um, sure. Do you need anything?"

 "No, you can go back out to the feast."

 "Okay, good night, Ivar."

 Ivar did not answer, only just hearing the door closing as turned back to face the dancing flames. His mind drifted to thinking about her, his beauty. 

 Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something nestled between the furs. Carefully he maneuvered himself over to gently grab it, curiosity pushing him forward despite caution. Cradling it in his hand like a priceless treasure, he now could see what it was; a pendant, only the size of his thumb, but it was in the color and shape of a full moon and an etching that matched the tattoo of the flower between her breasts. 

 "Y/n." He whispered, as if prompted by something to say her name. To his surprise, the pendant glowed faintly for a moment, so reminiscent of her eyes before dulling back. 

 "Thank you." He slipped his necklace off with Thor's hammer and added the pendant. Once back on his neck, he lifted the pendant and kissed it, only to stifle a moan as the faintest hints of her taste tingled on his lips. 

 Feeling euphoric, he laid back on the pile of furs, pressing the pendant to his lips. He closed his eyes, trying to remember every moment with her. He prayed that he could see her once again, either in this life or in Valhalla. For he knew, there would never be another like her. He had no idea who or what she was, only the name she gave him. A name that would be branded upon his heart and soul for all eternity. 

[oddaodd]

Alright then. Would you please write something with Tommy ShelbyxFemReader based on the song Where You Belong by The Weeknd. I discovered this song a few days ago and it's sooooo good! Listen to it with lyrics right in front of you the first time you do and second time just for the music. And if you've already listened to it then you know. It's soooo Tommy somehow **zones out** Thanks so muc!1 <3 <3

· Can You Feel How Fast That’s Going? ·

Author’s note: I decided to mix this request with another one sent by a lovely anon that read “Hello there xxx Love reading your blog ! Can I please get a Tommy Shelby x Reader request ? How he says I love you for the first time?” And yeah, I really loved how it turned out and I hope you do as well. As always, I wish you the loveliest of days. ❤️

Warnings: Smut, cheating, tommy being an ass. 

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“Oh God!” She moaned at the feeling of Tommy thrusting in and out of her “please, Tommy! Don’t stop” she pleaded going to bite his earlobe and whispering wantonly  “I’m so close”

“Moan my name again” he commanded going to suck at her neck with the firm intention of leaving a mark there. “I want everyone to know I’m the only one than can make you feel this good” his voice husky and his accent heavy.

“Tommy, please!” She screamed as she felt her climax awfully close “Tommy, I’m gonna…” but her sentence for cut off short when she came at the feeling of  his fingers rubbing circles on her clit.

He came inside her not a second later. The feeling of his cum spurting into her egging her to wrap her legs around his waist not wanting him to pull out until he was empty.

He pulled out moments after, once their breathings and limbs had relaxed some and pulled her close to him as they laid on her bed.

“Feel “ she whispered, gently taking his hand in hers and placing it above her naked breast. Her heart was beating fast and Tommy felt pride at knowing he was the reason why.

He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked there exhausted as she was, heart beating fast and breathing calm, her naked body and the pearl necklace had gifted her some moons ago, glimmering with the moonshine peeping through her curtain less window. But he didn’t, because since Grace he had become numb to the topic of loving. Or so he told himself.

She felt his stare and met it with a tired smile. She could see love dancing stark naked in his eyes, making her feel like he loved her despite him never saying so. Her finger began dancing across his chest, softly tracing some of the scars she had asked about in the past and received no explanation about. Oh how she wished she knew all there was to know about Thomas Shelby. All in due time, she reassured  herself.

When she woke up the next morning Tommy had already left, which wasn’t strange. His absence in addition to her being sober from his touch made her wonder if he was not in love with her, but with the subject of sin and how good she felt around him. Had she been fooling herself all along? She tried to put the thought out of her mind with a sigh and got up from bed to go get dressed for work.

A weak smile graced her features as she noticed Tommy’s mark on her neck. Making the pool of emotions in her stomach stir. Tommy wasn’t good with emotions so she count just ask him about the nature of his intentions with her.

She felt strange throughout the day. Tommy always left in the middle of the night and It had never affected her before, so she couldn’t understand why it was affecting her now. After having spent all morning forcing smiles at the customers who visited the bakery she worked at, her shift ended and she left the store with a tiny basket containing peach danishes, in hand. She loved the pastries and wanted to share them with Tommy. She wanted needed  too see the love she had seen the previous night  in the ocean of his eyes to make her feel less of a fool drowning in unrequited love.

She was welcomed into the betting shop by Polly

“Is Tommy here?” She asked Kindly after having greeted the woman.  

“He’s in his office” Polly answered, regretting her words as soon as they left her lips. Y/n shouldn’t be there.

“He’s with that rich horse trainer of his” chimed in Lizzie bitterly as she passed by.

Y/n didn’t have time to throw more questions at Polly  because the door of Tommy’s office opened and out of it emerged may Carleton, her hair disheveled and her cheeks rosy, Tommy himself walking after her.

Once his eyes fell on Y/n he stopped dead in his tracks. He noticed the confused doleful expression in her face and felt a twinge of pain across his heart. Y/n didn’t even give him time to form an explanation for his incriminatory state. She bitterly placed the basked a top a nearby desk before walking out of the building as calmly as she could to keep the small amount of dignity she had left.

Tommy went after her calling out her name , but she didn’t stop nor turned round too see him. It wasn’t until Tommy caught up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder that he met her eyes.

“It wasn’t what it looked like” he said as as nonchalantly and collected as possible.

“Oh I’m sure you were just braiding each other’s hair” spat Y/N. Unable to contain her rage any further. Lizzie’s bitter tone making its way to her mind. “Do you braid Lizzie’s hair as well?!” She didn’t wait for his answer and moved to try and leave but he held her in place.

“Y/n..”

No, don’t Y/n me! Am I the only one who didn’t know I was never the only one?”

Tommy’s mouth tightened into a line.

“What a fool I was” she sighed, tears stinging her eyes.

“Your face is all I see when I’m with somebody else” he blurted out in a feeble somewhat emotionless effort to make her understand.  

“Oh yeah because that makes it all better!” She huffed before escaping his grasp “and don’t follow me” Maybe If she had heard the slightest hint of emotion in his voice she would’ve let him explain.

A few days went by and Tommy didn’t get a single glimpse of Y/n and for the first few days of those few days, he thought he was doing Y/n a favor in not looking for her. He knew she deserved and wanted to be loved, he saw it in her eyes and touches every time he made love to her and he felt too incapable and empty to give her what she so very badly longed for. However, after a few more days passed he began missing her. He wanted to confine her, he wanted her to be his and unable to resist his longing any further he headed for Y/n’s home.

Standing at her doorstep, seconds after having knocked on her door he realized he hadn’t planned what he was going to say and he felt like a fool, so when Y/n opened the door his eyes widened slightly.

“What do you want?” She asked bitterly.

“I want you to let me explain” he began calmly.

“There is nothing to explain” she said irked by his tone before attempting to close the door, but Tommy took hold of It before she could succeed in shutting it.

“Cant you see that I want you?”

He saw her eyes glazing with tears “It’s not about want Tommy” she sighed “you make me feel so lost and at first I didn’t care because everything around me was beautiful but now I don’t even know where I belong” her voice breaking at the end.

In an abrupt movement he took hold of her hand and placed it over his heart “Feel” It was beating fast. “This is where you belong”

“Tommy…” she whispered in expectancy. Looking into his eyes and once again seeing love in there, dancing stark naked. A warm feeling slowly spreading through her body at the knowing that she was the reason why his heart was beating at such speed.

He cupped her face. Letting go of her hand, which remained pressed against his chest by her own will.

“I love you, Y/N” he professed.

Her own  heart gave a leap at his words and shortly after her lips met his in a needy, urgent kiss. “I love you too”

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@captivatedbycillianmurphy @nyotamalfoy @peakyxtommy @writeroutoftime 

[hoodedguitarist]

Think you can Hide from Me?

Gif is not mine!

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Summary: You’ve infiltrated into Jabba’s palace with Lando in order to rescue Han. Even though you hated being here, you were safely undercover as just another random piece of scum and villainy in the underworld… Or so you thought. 

Warnings: 18+, slight knife play, choking

Two Parts! Smut will be in the second part!

Author’s Notes: This is also posted on my account on Ao3! Aena Firestar, that’s me! But yeah, I love Boba Fett. A distraction to keep the plan safe and undercover, of course.;)

Part 2: The Distraction

Part 3: The Regret

Part 4: The Reunion

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PART 1: The Infiltrator 

It felt like you’d been here for weeks.

Hell, maybe you had been here for weeks. The place was dark, hazy, musty and packed, but you had a job to do. You never thought you’d find yourself longing to see the twin suns of Tatooine but here you were.

Lando was the only thing keeping you sane right now. Even though the both of you could only interact sparingly so as to not draw attention, he would cut his eyes at you from across the room or give you a subtle nod of reassurance.

Han was always in your field of vision, though, and it frustrated you. No matter if you were at the bar, sitting in a lone dark corner, or just stretching your legs, he was positioned just so that no matter where you went, you’d always catch a glimpse of him frozen in carbonite. He was one of your best friends, and you were about half ready to smack Luke for taking so long.

The other issue was the notorious bounty hunter Boba Fett. He hovered like some predator animal, always stalking around the palace and setting you on edge. The worst part was that you liked it. You’d seen Boba Fett twice before, both times in Mos Eisley. You were at least half certain he wouldn’t remember you. Your meetings had been insignificant at the time and you were certain he hadn’t seen your face, but there had been some kind of tension between the two of you… You were a bit scared of him because you knew what he could do, but at the same time you were so damn attracted to him. One of the things you hated, however, was that you couldn’t tell where his eyes were because of the helmet. Whenever you’d be sitting by yourself, looking mean and keeping others away from you… Your (e/c) eyes would always drag over to where he was, and he always seemed to be watching.

You couldn’t deny the slight feeling of adrenaline and even somewhat admiration for him. But then, admiration may not have been the right word. Still, you’d always heard the saying that if someone kept eye contact with you for more than six seconds, they either wanted to fuck you or kill you. The only problem was that you really weren’t sure which one Boba Fett wanted to act on. You were a hundred percent certain you’d stared at each other for much longer than six seconds. He was mysterious, dangerous, and skilled, and even though you had a mission, you wouldn’t mind creating a distraction for the sake of it.

It was another day, and the band was playing. You watched from under your hood as the dancers began to do their best to appease Jabba, but you could never watch for too long. Instead of watching more, you turned and headed to the bar and took an empty seat. Ordering something non-alcoholic was out of the question in this place, so you just did your best to order the weakest thing and nurse it so you’d be ready in case things started to get dicey.

“You’ve been here awhile.”

And things just got dicey.

You tensed only slightly. From excitement or nervousness, you weren’t sure, but you hid it well. The modulator in his helmet did nothing to hide his accent. You cut your (e/c) eyes to the right just a moment and sure enough Boba Fett was right beside you, leaned against the bar.

“So have you,” a simple answer, voice steady and indifferent. You had no idea what would happen if you blew this, and you didn’t want to think about it. You didn’t move, hoping your hood would hide you enough.

“Who are you,” it sounded like more of a demand than a question.

“Name’s Raz,” you already had a cover name ready, “and you’re Boba Fett. Nice to meet you. Now if you’re done, leave me to my drink.”

“I could do that,” he said rather casually, “or you could take a walk with me.”

Now that was tempting, but you had to keep your head in this. There was still a very large chance that he would kill you. You couldn’t help but snort a laugh before you took a drink. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

He moved closer to you, and before you could react, you felt something sharp pressing into your ribs. You tensed even more, a soft, quick breath hissing past your lips.

“I don’t think you will. Come on. Walk with me,” his voice was demanding, but steady.

Well, you tried. Slowly, you abandoned your drink and stood to your feet. He never removed the knife, but pulled you closer against him and led you carefully out of the room. No attention was drawn at all, and you were a little surprised by how subtle he was being. He dragged you through the hallways, and you weren’t entirely sure how many corners you both turned, but you were sufficiently away from the crowd and any curious eyes. He’d led you somewhere he wouldn’t be bothered.

Suddenly, you were slammed against the wall and his knife was at your throat.

“Fuck!” You hissed, pressing back as close against the wall as you could. His knife hovered just above your neck and you swallowed thickly as you looked up into the dark visor of his helmet. Your hood was ripped back and your face revealed.

“Don’t think I don’t know who you are,” Boba warned. “Think you can hide from me?”

“I’m not hiding. I came here for a reason.”

“Then you better tell me quick, sweetheart. I can never forget this face,” he let his knife drag lazily down the soft skin of your neck. It made you shiver, something dark and pleasant twisting in your stomach. “ (Y/N) I know you run with Solo.”

“It’s true, I did ,” you didn’t want him catching onto the plan. “But look where he’s at now? I need to make a living still. I need a job, I came here to see about one… I just didn’t plan on you being here, Boba. You’re a hell of a distraction, you know that?” You breathed out, your eyes running down his form, taking in his armor and the way he still had you pressed against the wall.

Shit , you thought. This was bad. You were foolish to think he wouldn’t remember you, but maybe you could turn this to your advantage.

“Am I?” Boba rasped out, leaning closer. “I remember the way you looked at me, little one. Those eyes following me, so attentive, that soft gasp that left those lips… Why are you so intrigued by me, hm?”

“I’m intrigued, and I’m afraid,” you admitted softly. “I know you could kill me if you wanted to. Your reputation is just something I don’t want to fuck with.”

“What do you want to fuck with, (Y/N)?” He growled.

“Do you really not know?” You smirked. “Come on, Fett…I thought you were more clever than that-” you hissed a breath as his hand closed around your throat. It tightened only a bit. He sheathed his knife and used his free hand to lift his helmet up. Your heart raced as his face was revealed to you. He leaned down and hovered his mouth just above yours, tightening his grip on your neck.

“Think carefully sweetheart…”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” You breathed the challenge out. His dark eyes ran over your face, lingering on your lips.

His mouth was on yours in an instant, dominant and hot. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped as your lips and tongue paid him back in kind. Maybe you were veering a little from the mission, but at least you were distracting one of the best bounty hunters here. That was helping, right?

Your thoughts were silenced as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You gasped softly and let yours tease him in return. He pulled back only slightly and that gave you the opening to bite his bottom lip and suck on it gently. He pulled away and you licked your lips as you stared up at him. His dark eyes bore into yours.

“You gonna try to put a knife in my back if we do this?” His voice was husky. Suddenly, you felt a knee push up between your legs and it made you whimper and sigh shakily.

“No. But I’d much rather you put something in me .” You meant for your words to come out as a challenge, an order, but they sounded much more like a beg. You grinded against his knee and bit your lip as you felt that heat pool between your legs. Boba was getting into it, he couldn’t help himself. His hand trailed from your throat down to your breast and groped at you, making your back arch and your head lean back against the wall. His free hand had a bruising grip on your hip and pulled you into another grind.

“I can do that, (Y/N). How about we finish this in my room? I can strip you properly and give you what you really came here for…” His hand moved from your breast and dragged roughly down your stomach, making you shiver. He curled his glove covered fingers between your legs, rubbing you through your pants. You gasped and rutted against him.

“I’m all yours,” you barely managed to get the words out.

“Good girl.”

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Part 2 is Here!

[lost-in-the-80s]

Oops

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x (fem) reader

Words: 1,346k

Summary: You do Izzy a favor and now he wants to thank you properly. (smut + fluff)

Requested by: @pinkpatiencecreepers​

A/N: I hope you like it, honey! Huge thanks to @vinylvintage​ for helping me with this plot <3 Do you guys want a part 2?

Warnings: Mature content and swearing. Those fingers aren’t there just to point at the camera....

Tag list: @roger-taylors-car @ladieswttda​ @teasid @metalheartofgold @slashscowboyboots @ginny-rose-sixx @rumoured-whispers @bigdaddylars @mudkicker add yourself to my tag list :)

Part 2

It was early Thursday morning, Izzy had just gotten to the studio, one hour ahead of the boys, just so he could finish some lyrics in peace. Turning on the lights, he entered the room, their instruments from the previous day were still everywhere, guitars on the floor and on the couch along with lots of empty bottles of booze. 

Picking up an acoustic guitar, he entered the sound booth, opening some space on the equipment table among tons of papers with what could someday become lyrics. He sat down on the chair in front of it, ready to play his guitar when he realized he had forgotten his notebook with the lyrics at home. 

Cursing under his breath, he contemplated his options, walking back home to get it, or calling Y/N, his girlfriend, and asking her to bring it to him. It was her free day at work, and she had a motorcycle, so he realized calling her was a much better choice.

“Hello?” Her voice answered the phone. 

“Hey baby, I need you to do something for me.”

“Iz? Sure! What do you need?”

“I forgot my notebook, the one with the lyrics, it must be in the living room.”

There was silence for a few seconds. 

“Yes, it is, I can see it.”

“Can you bring it to me?”

“Of course. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” 

“Ok, thank you, babe!”

“It’s no problem, love!”

Well, ten minutes would’ve been a great time, but he knew his girlfriend, and especially knew that she was always late. And as he already expected, she just showed up 30 minutes later.

She entered the studio wearing black denim shorts and a long-sleeved black shirt, her shorts were really short, making his eyes scan her like a predator. Even though her choice of clothes wasn’t intentional, he couldn’t help but stare at her legs, he loved them. 

“Hey, baby!” She opened the booth door, his notebook in hand. 

“Hey.” His voice was husky. “Come on in.” He motioned with his hand. 

Closing the door behind her, she stopped beside him, leaning down and pecking his lips. “It’s this one, right?” She showed him the notebook. 

“Yes, it’s this one. Thank you.” He got the notebook from her hands, before placing it on the table. Turning to the side with his chair, he opened his legs, making her stand in between them, his hands finding her hips and gripping at them. 

“It’s no problem, Izzy.” She smiled, her hands caressing his face as he looked up at her.

“You know how much I love it when you wear shorts.” He smirked, his hands going up and down her legs.  “Come here.” He touched his lap. “Let me thank you properly.”

His words made a certain wetness start to form on her core. Biting her bottom lip, she sat on his lap, one leg in each side of his body as his hands moved to her butt cheeks, squeezing them while he leaned down to kiss her. 

Their kiss was full of lust and desire. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring every single inch of it, while her hands found his hair, tugging and running through his locks, messing it completely. 

“You’re always such a good girl to me.” He said near her ear, biting her earlobe gently, making her gasp. 

Starting to kiss and nip at her neck, he slid one of his hands inside her shorts, smirking. “No panties?” His voice was husky as his other hand gripped tight on her right butt cheek. 

“Laundry day.” She whispered, receiving a dry chuckle from him. 

Returning his lips to her neck, he slid one finger in between her folds, feeling her wetness with it and smirking even more. He found her clit, starting to apply circular motions on it, slow and steady, making her close her eyes and a low moan to leave her lips. 

That’s one of the things she loved about Izzy, he was never in a rush, no matter if they were late for an appointment or not, he always took his time when the subject was to please her. 

He bit her neck as he entered her with a finger, slowly moving in and out of her. 

“Izzy.” She whispered near his ear, making a shiver run down his body.

He growled under his breath and he inserted another finger inside of her, smiling with delight when a moan left her lips. 

His free hand found her hair tugging at her strands as he increased his speed on her clit, he knew all her weaknesses, and he was willing to explore all of them. A louder moan left her mouth as her head fell backward with his gentle but firm tugging at her scalp. 

“Fuck.” She said.

Her walls started to clench around his fingers and he knew that just a few more seconds and she’d fall apart, right in front of him. He removed his head from her neck, wanting to glimpse the spectacle that was about to come, but his attention was taken away from her when he heard that word.

“Oops.” Axl’s voice filled the booth as he opened the door, a smirk on his face while he chuckled at the scene in front of him. 

Izzy couldn’t care less though, his mission was Y/N, and Y//N only, but he knew that having people around wasn’t one of her fetishes, so he removed his hands from her shorts and let go of her hair, watching as she got up quickly, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked at Axl.

“Hum… Hi Axl.” She smiled weirdly.

“Hello, Y/N...” His smirk got bigger. “Izzy.”

Rolling his eyes, Izzy got up, sucking at his fingers with so much thirstiness that Y/N clenched her legs together, feeling her core get even wetter, if that was possible. 

“Will you stay during the recording?” Axl asked. 

“I don’t know.”

“Stay, I want your opinion on a song,” Izzy said, touching her hand. 

“Okay.” She smiled before taking a place on the leather couch in the booth.

One by one the boys arrived, starting to discuss lyrics and the melody for some of the songs, and the only thing Y/N could do was to watch Izzy, the shape of his hands, and the way they played his guitar, or the way they hold the cigarette that he took to his lips so many times. 

She watched him as if she was in trance, like a moth in trance with the light, she felt like the only thing she could do was to stare, and the more she stared, the wetter she got.

Izzy watched her too, fewer times, since he was working, but at every chance he got he’d look at her, and the sight of her squeezing her legs against each other or changing position constantly in favor to get some relief, made him harder than he was when she entered the place wearing those shorts. 

They had finished playing, were now just discussing some lyrics and Y/N seemed to be in the same condition as she was at the beginning of the morning, silently begging with her eyes for him to do something. 

Taking a cigarette to his lips, he placed his guitar on the floor, before patting his lap. “Come here, princess.” 

Getting up slowly, she walked over to him, sitting on his lap again. Her shoulder was lined with his chest as an arm of his circled her waist, bringing her closer to him. Adjusting her position, Y/N smirked when she felt his boner inside his pants, she made sure to rub herself over it a couple of times before she finally stopped moving. 

None of the boys thought much of it though, except for Axl, who knew exactly what they were doing, and smirked widely from the other side of the room. 

“I’ll take care of you later, I promise.” Izzy whispered in her ear, making her bite her lip with excitement, eager for so-called later. 

[thosewickedlovelies]

AND THEY WERE WALLMATES: Cookies (part 2)

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: T for mature themes (implications of sexy times and violence). It will go up later ;)

Summary: You share an apartment wall with Javier Peña, but that doesn’t make it any easier to get to know him. You didn’t think your baking would be the catalyst.

Javi and Reader continue to get to know each other.

Tags: Mention of blood, super vague description of wound care. Additional TW for Javi: the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known.

Word Count: 3,484

A/N: I was NOT expecting the amount of enthusiasm I got for the first chapter, but I’m so grateful for it!! I struggled a little bit with this chapter because it was the only one I didn’t have a solid plan for lol, but here it is because I’m impatient to share (and also tired of looking at it). I promise the next few will be better ;)

Masterlist

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The next evening, you give yourself a stern pep talk before going to knock on Javier’s door. Javi, you remind yourself. You’re here to check on his leg, assuming he needs you to.

The door swings open much more readily than it had the night before, and Javier appears, an expectant half-smile curling the corner of his mouth. “Neighbor,” he drawls. Despite the new air of informality about him, his eyes hold a familiar suggestion that makes your heart sink a little. Back to his customary flirting, then.

“Hi, Javier,” you say, more coolly than you had originally planned. “I came over to see if you wanted me to check on your leg. I just kind of assumed that you would have the right supplies and stuff when I was giving you instructions last night, but if you don’t I can give you some, change the bandage for you. The first few days of healing are the most critical,” you explain, willing yourself to cut off your own rambling.

He examines your face for a second, the ready welcome fading. “Why do I get the feeling this check-up is more for you than for me?” He hitches an amused eyebrow back up, stepping back to let you in.

Over the threshold you cross your arms. “I don’t know, did you want your secret stab wound to get infected?”

He puts his hand on his hips with the beginning of a disbelieving frown. “It wasn’t a stab,” he grumbles defensively, with all the dignity of a petulant child.

You roll your eyes at his assertive posturing. “I know. I examined it.” Javier doesn’t move, though it couldn’t be comfortable maintaining such a wide-legged stance in those tight jeans. Your lips twitch the slightest bit as you take in your normally composed neighbor, his conflicted moue suggesting he’s been thrown off.

Taking pity on him, you borrow a page from his communication manual, nodding to a chair. “Come on. Pants off,” you deadpan, letting just a hint of your amusement show.

His expression starts out relieved, then cycles through several emotions in the space of the next second (albeit extremely subtly). He seems to freeze momentarily. “Uh, if you’ll just excuse me for one second, I’ll have these off for you in no time.” He winks, which would be charming if it weren’t Javier and he didn’t look like he had forgotten something important, and hastily strides toward the bedrooms.

Mystified, you look around, curious about the man despite his unpredictable demeanor. The apartment looks comfortably lived-in, yet there’s a distinct lack of personal effects, creating an odd contrast. There’s an empty takeout container by the sink, but you aren’t fooled by that- very occasionally, you’ve smelled amazing things coming from this kitchen. You wonder what sparks his culinary inspiration.

A throat clears behind you and you jump. You hadn’t heard Javi return, but there he stands by the dining room table, the fly of his jeans already gaping. He quirks a brow at you. “See anything interesting?” he asks, tipping his head to indicate the apartment. Apparently at ease, he begins to remove his jeans, and you avert your gaze, a flush creeping up your neck.

What? You saw people in all states of nudity every day at the hospital; why should you be flustered now? Annoyed, you busy yourself sorting through supplies while he sits down,

though not before he pulls out a chair for you.

Just like the previous night, he waits until you’re almost finished working to speak. “How did you know I was in pain last night? I didn’t think I made much noise.” His eyes are narrowed, like it’s something that’s been bothering him.

You reflect on your answer before giving it. “You...moved like you were in pain. Slowly, shuffling. And...you made a noise once you closed the door. I heard it, you know, through the wall.” You admit the last part with your eyes down, focusing on adhering tape to his skin.

“Through the wall, huh.” Something in Javier’s husky voice makes you glance up. He looks contemplative, dark eyes studying you thoughtfully. He angles his head down toward you. “What else do you hear through the wall?”

You’ve walked into a trap of your own making. Those daring insinuations are back in his eyes, but you can’t escape to your apartment in the middle of changing a bandage. So you answer truthfully: “I hear you cook sometimes. Smell you cook sometimes,” you correct yourself brightly. “What do you make that always smells so good, Javier?” You meet his gaze with deliberate innocence, although you would genuinely like to know.

His expression shutters, and he leans back in the chair again. “Food,” he mutters. “Stuff I learned a long time ago.”

An unexpectedly real answer; you quash the intense curiosity it provokes. Not wanting to pry too much, too soon, you just snicker in response. “Food, huh? I think I’ve heard of that.” His attention snaps back to you, but you just let him brood as you finish with his leg.

This time when you stand, you linger over your supplies, leaving some out for him and explaining things to watch out for. “I’ll come by again tomorrow night, but it should be fine as long as you don’t aggravate it,” you conclude. 

“Well, non-aggravating is my middle name.” Javier gives you a winning smile, one that probably would have passed the muster of anyone who hadn’t heard the mocking edge in his voice.

A laugh sputters out of you. “Is that so? I’ll be sure to tell Connie next time I’m over there.”

Something like fascination sparks in his eyes, a hunger he can’t hide propelling him to lean forward. “Oh? You two ladies talk about me?” 

Your lips purse as your mind races through suitable responses. “Well, I had to get the dirt on my mysterious neighbor from somewhere,” you say lightly. Because it sure wasn’t coming from him. Yet the longer you spent in his company, the more you found you wanted to know.

“Hm.” A huff is his only response. His shoulders relax against the chair back as he returns to regarding you wordlessly, but in a distinctly more agreeable way.

You suppress a smile as you pick up your bag. “Well. Goodnight, Javi.”

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Almost a week after your last checkup, Javier grinds his cigarette butt into the ground and flicks a last glance at your window. He and Steve had arrived home at the same time, so he’d stalled with the excuse of a smoke outside, knowing that if he entered his own apartment, he’d lose his nerve. Gritting his teeth, he limps up the stairs and to your door. He knocks.

The noise of the tv cuts off, and a moment later, you open the door. You blink in surprise. “Javi! What are you doing here?” Concern clouds your face as you take in his rumpled appearance.

The words lodge in his throat. “I, uh. I need your help,” he admits, dragging his gaze up from the floor. “Banged my leg at work today. Think I opened it up again...thought I should let you take a look at it.” He couldn’t stop imagining your reaction if you found out he hadn’t.

Your eyes widen, and you immediately step back to let him in. “Of course! Please, here-” You offer your arm, but Javier has enough pride this time to make it to your dining room table without help. When he looks up you’ve vanished, dashed off to your stash of medical supplies, he assumes.

He takes the opportunity to look around. Your place is cute, homey-feeling, because of course it is. He notes, however, that most of the decoration has been locally bought, and curiosity needles at him. Nothing more personal to bring with you? He gets a fleeting glimpse of the bottle of wine on the coffee table before you return.

“...sorry about that, I don’t know why I stashed this away so well when I knew you might need it again.” Your setup is a familiar scene by now. You keep glancing over at his blood-stained bandage, frowning worriedly, and he wonders how you can be so damn caring when it’s clear he’s interrupted your evening.

He makes a sound of disgust. “Nah, this was a stupid accident,” he says, annoyed all over again. “Normal, routine chase after some narco, but I slid against a wall that had some shit sticking out of it at just the wrong spot.”

Your eyes leap to his in shock, and too late he remembers that Connie gave you the ‘janitorial services’ line. You don’t ask though, pressing your lips together and determinedly refocusing on peeling off the bandage, and Javi can’t help but feel a twinge of respect.

Well, someone in the building would tell you sooner or later. “I’m an agent of the DEA,” he says, monitoring your reaction. “Since you were about to ask.”

You straighten indignantly. “I was not!” you protest, before you see the lazy gleam in his eye and realize he’s joking. You roll your eyes reproachfully, but the press of your lips now looks amused. “I just thought there was probably a reason Connie didn’t tell me.” Javier winces as you gently prod at his injury.

“Well, what’s one more secret between neighbors?” He winks conspiratorially at you. Just like the last time, however, it gets minimal reaction, and it confounds and intrigues him in equal measure. Women usually respond to his efforts. Even if there’s no real intention, he likes seeing them get a little flustered, likes the feeling of having influence, control. And women don’t seem to mind.

But you...you resisted. Javier doesn’t know why, but you don’t react to his usual charm in the ways he’d come to expect. He’s sure you don’t dislike him- but he’s not exactly sure what he’s doing to make you like him, either. There was something...enticing about it.

The familiar feeling of your fingers smoothing tape along his thigh brings him back to the present. He tries not pay too much attention to it, knowing that it would be extremely asshole timing to pop a boner.

“Well, you should be all set. Again.” You look sympathetic, not resentful, and Javier nods, suddenly feeling awkward. How could he possibly make up all of this up to you?

“Just- try to be careful, okay? You don’t have to hurt yourself as an excuse to hang out with me.” Out of nowhere you’re teasing him, with a line to rival some of his worst. His eyebrows raise, and he chuckles as he dips his head.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He gets to his feet. “...Thank you,” he says gruffly, hoping he’s conveying even a tiny amount of how much he means it. “Enjoy your evening.” He doesn’t let himself look back as he heads for the door.

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Steve and Connie have invited you to a movie night. Or at least, Connie has. You assume the invite comes from both of them, even if a movie night doesn’t seem like something Steve would initiate.

“Javi will be there too,” Connie had informed you nonchalantly, but she watched intently for your reaction.

You hadn’t even blinked. “Great!” you said easily- until you realized the opportunity this presented and beamed. “What should I make?”

Which is how you end up standing outside her door, one floor up, holding a plate of cookies. You were glad now that you decided to make them today and not yesterday- finishing them barely 20 minutes ago had effectively given you no time to tailspin about what to wear or how you were supposed to act around Javi. Or rather, Javi and Steve and Connie, since although you and Javi had a secret, it was not what they’d imagine it to be.

Connie answers the door, and that’s definitely not a twinge of disappointment you feel, because why would Javier have answered the door of someone else’s house?

“Hey, come in!” Connie gushes. She waggles her eyebrows meaningfully at the plate in your hands. “What are those, and what are you drinking with them?”

Her easy familiarity grounds you. “Whatever you’ve got,” you reply, some of your nerves settling. Your friend leads you to the kitchen, where Steve and Javi stand continuing some conversation at the bar counter.

“The party has arrived, boys!” She announces. “I told you all that smell was for us.” She winks at you, a bottle already in hand to pour you a drink.

“Welcome, welcome,” Steve greets in his easygoing way, gesturing with his beer to encompass the apartment as a whole.

You smile in thanks, your eyes flitting briefly to Javier. He hasn’t said anything yet, but there’s a loose relaxation to him you haven’t seen before, a softness playing on his lips as he absorbs the scene. It’s similar, you realize, to the moment when he complimented your lemon cake, the first time you felt like you were meeting the real him.

This observation only takes a heartbeat to sink in. Tucking it away to examine later, you shyly lift the plate and set it in the middle of everyone. “She‘s right,” you confirm, peeling off the plastic wrap. “Peanut butter cookies.” The next few seconds are spent in an expectant semi-quiet as everyone takes a cookie and savors the first bite.

“Mmm,” someone sighs, and the dam breaks. A flurry of compliments all around, new threads of conversation bursting forth. You absorb it gratefully, relieved at their enthusiastic response and happy to have been able to contribute. You try not to react to Javier’s eyes on you.

The ice broken, you all chat and drink around the bar for a bit, before Connie declares that it’s movie time, leading everyone to the living room. Before following them, Javier grabs the plate of cookies. “We’ll just take these with us,” he says decisively, and you take it as a compliment.

It’s the first time he’s addressed you directly since you arrived, and there’s a knowing glint in his eye. “By all means,” you respond pleasantly, meeting his gaze. Taking your tenuous first step in sharing the establishment of a public-facing persona to your relationship (such that it is).

In your delay, Connie and Steve appear to have gotten into a hissed discussion, standing between the couch and the loveseat. Connie whirls around as you and Javi approach, fixing a smile to her face. She waves you over to the smaller sofa. “Come on, we get to snuggle up on the loveseat, so the big men have more room to spread out.” She aims a cool faux-glare at her husband, but a glimmer of real frustration prevents it from being believably fake.

Steve sends Javi a long-suffering, apologetic look. “Sounds cozy,” you chirp, mediating before anyone else can say anything. “So what are we watching?”

At this, Steve’s face lights up with a grin that almost makes you wary. He takes great delight in announcing the selection, some military action flick with “enough drama and hunky actors to keep the ladies entertained as well,” apparently.

“A true classic.” Javier nods sagely from his sprawled seat on the couch, his smirking grin suggesting that it was not at all true. Steve kneels to put the tape in, and as he and Javi continue to snigger over it, Javi shoots a self-conscious glance in your direction, his posture shifting.

Connie sighs. “They’ve done a few of these now. I should warn you that it’s less about watching the movie than it is about bonding over making fun of it,” she confides.

You keep the two men in the corner of your vision as you turn to reply to your friend, feeling warm with gratitude at being included. “That’s okay,” you assure her. “It’s a good bonding activity.”

Connie smiles, but seems distracted. She lowers her voice to speak again. “I should also tell you that they make fun of it because they know how government/military stuff really works. From their job at the embassy.” She seems unsure if she should say any more.

“Oh!” You realize that Connie has no way of knowing about your conversations with Javi. “I know. I mean, Javier told me. What they do.” 

Connie looks amazed. “Javier told you? When?” Her voice drops to just above a whisper.

“Recently,” you hedge. “I was, um, helping him with something, and it slipped out.” No point in getting him in trouble. 

Connie looks ready to burst, but before she can say anything the tv blares, and Steve pointedly declares that it’s starting.

You settle in for the mock-fest, and sure enough, the men don’t disappoint. It’s hard to follow what’s actually going on through their exasperated groaning, but you don’t mind. Their back-and-forth is just as entertaining, and you even manage to join in occasionally during the medical scenes.

Throughout it all, you surreptitiously watch Javier. His opening up is a slow-building thing, like he can’t decide how much of himself to reveal. He steals frequent glances at you, as if trying to judge what you’re thinking of him in this new context. But he can’t pretend to be his usual lascivious self in front of Steve and Connie, and all at once he seems to decide to just be, and damned if you don’t like it.

You don’t let on that you’ve been paying such attention, only teasing and acting like you normally would around friends. But you can’t help but respond to the way Javi’s eyes crinkle when he smiles; to the hard-won sound of his laugh, sending pleasant tingles down your spine. With other things for him to focus on besides you, you’re able to observe him more freely, noticing things you hadn’t before.

When the movie finally ends, you and Javier stand to leave, managing to only after Connie extracts ironclad promises from the both of you to do this again. The tentative banter you’d fallen into in the apartment carries you down the stairs; it felt rather like you were still creating the steps to a dance in which you weren’t quite sure if you were competitors or partners.

He walks you to your door. “It’s like eight steps down the hall, Javier.” It’s sweet, despite your objection.

“A lot can happen in eight steps,” he counters, undeterred.

At the door, he murmurs your name. You look at him in surprise when he takes your hand, even as your body sings from the warmth of his attention. “I don’t believe I’ve thanked you for all your help yet.” He brings your hand to his mouth and presses his lips to your skin. Softly, lingering. “Properly, that is.” In his hooded eyes is a brazen offer.

His mustache brushes more softly than you would have thought, and your mind immediately leaps to imagine what it would feel like against your mouth. Heat flares within you at the thought, but you pull your hand free and step back from him. You can see his thoughts slow, reorganize at your retreat.

“You don’t have to thank me with sex, Javier.” It would be lying to say you hadn’t considered this possibility; you place each word with care, knowing that any future relationship you might have with Javier would depend on his response to this conversation. “I didn’t help you as an excuse to sleep with you.”

It wasn’t that you weren’t interested in sex with him, exactly. The truth was...you didn’t want to be done with him yet. You wanted to learn more about him, uncover all the little things that made him him behind the gruff armor. But if you agreed to be seduced by him tonight, it would send the opposite message. That all he had been to you was a debt that was now paid.

Javier looks befuddled, the furrow in his brow deepening as his listens. Your next words come out sounding more practiced. “If that’s all you want from me then fine, but...friendship is good too, you know? Friends are a thing people have.” Your gaze drops briefly, a flicker of embarrassment overtaking you. But you’re determined to make him understand that this isn’t a blanket rejection.

His expression turns frustratingly inscrutable as he digests this. “Right.” Slowly he nods, shifting away from your door.

“Just- think about what I said, Javi. Okay?” No pity in your voice, only a soft, steady plea.

Javier continues to nod as he backs away. “Sure,” he replies, step by step, toward his own home. “Buenas noches, Vecina.” Good night, Neighbor.

In a twisted reversal of your usual roles, you watch him walk the length of the hall. A contemplative saunter, hands sliding into his pockets to retrieve a cigarette.

You can only hope you said the right thing.

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A/N: In the first scene, Javi left the room to go put on underwear lmao.

Fic Taglist: @din-damn-djarin​, @thirstworldproblemss​ 

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It’s a Pogue Thing - Part Two

This is a JJ Maybank story :)

Requested

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Warnings!: swearing and it gets sexual (SMUT)

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“That’s disgusting,” Ki grunts as we watch JJ spit into an impressively far distance. Today we sailed to a small piece of island in the middle of the ocean. Between the blue sky, and the slightly green water it’s quite beautiful. Not a cloud in sight either, which is a somewhat odd thing for the Outer Banks. Some would call it peaceful, except we seem to hang around with complete animals. The JJ smirk spreads across his face. “You know you love it,” he winks. With a laugh, I sigh. “That’s even worse.”

You’d think it was awkward. I mean, how can you go from being friends, to sleeping together, back to normal again? I don’t know. Over the past week it’s been indifferent. Sure, it was a bit weird the first day. Maybe even the second. I’m still in shock that it happened. Once we cleaned up my house after the party, the ice was pretty much broken. We know where we stand with each other.

“Are you seeing Sarah today?” I ask John B. I notice Kiara roll her eyes so I flash her an ‘I’m sorry for bringing it up’ look. He clears his throat. “No... why would I be seeing Sarah today?” His tone comes off slightly defensive. I imagine it’s because Ki’s here, and he once had a thing for her? Maybe he still does. “I don’t know. Was she any help at the party?” We haven’t spoken much about the party; any of us. I, for one, am a bit relieved. “A little, but Topper started following us around,” of course. I’m not sure if she has him on a leash, or the other way around. “Still a good party though,” he nudged. If he thinks that’ll get me to throw another one, he can think again. “Thank JJ, I didn’t even wanna be there,” I laugh jokingly. “You can definitely thank me, you seemed like you had a good time in the end,” his words send shivers down my spine. I’m thankful for the concealer on my face as I feel my cheeks redden at his husky voice. “I don’t know, maybe it was the alcohol,” my head turns to his. “Maybe.”

We sail straight back to John B’s house. “You guy’s can crash here if you’d like,” he shrugs. With his dad gone, it’s a pretty empty house. I know we all fantasise about a parent-free life sometimes, but I can’t actually imagine the feeling of someone never coming home. “I’ve actually gotta go. My mum’s cooking dinner tonight... you guys hungry?” I ask. John B sends a warm smile my way. “Thanks, but I got left over pizza inside.” “Nice,” I laugh. I shift my eyes over to Kiara. “I think I’ll stay and help John B tidy up a bit.” If you visualise a teenage boy’s room, his entire house looks like that 24/7. Beer bottles, left over takeaway boxes, smelly ass clothing thrown around. “Suit yourselves.” I lock eyes with Pope, and I already know the answer. “You know my dad’ll kill me if I don’t get my ass home and check in.” A smile spreads across JJ’s face. “I’m not stupid enough to turn down mama Y/L/N’s cooking,” he chuckles.

As soon as we walk through my front door, my mum is all over JJ. She loves him. Usually the parents despise the boys like him. He’s the bad boy! But no. She still sees him as this cute, cheeky boy. “Mama Y/L/N! Long time no see,” JJ exclaims with a cute smile on his face, bringing my mum in for a hug. She squeezes him back in a tight embrace. “It’s been too long, how are you?!”

The conversation flows smoothly throughout dinner. It’s actually nice, not that I’d ever tell my mum that. She needs to think I’m embarrassed, when in reality I love that it’s so chill. “Did you guys enjoy the party the other night?” My mum asks as if it hasn’t been playing on her mind throughout the entirety of dinner. She’s asked me, but I won’t tell her anything. So, of course she asks JJ; he will answer. “Oh it was great! Y/N and I had a great time!” He smiles greatly. In a quick moment that my mum isn’t looking his way, he winks subtly at me. “Really? She hasn’t said much about it.” This is one of those moments where you wish you could send a telepathic message to someone. It would scream ‘stop before it’s too late’! “It’s probably because Rafe turned up.” There it is. I immediately just want to shrivel up and crawl away. My mum’s eyes widen. “Shit, I hate that guy.” JJ sends an agreeing nod. At least we’re all on the same page here. Like with other things, I’ve kept Rafe as much to myself as I possibly can from my mum. She knows he was nasty, but not in much detail. She knows he hurt me, but not in any specific way. In a very vague way, she knows everything she needs to. Just to hate him. “He’s a dick.” “This is why I like you JJ,” my mum pauses. Her face as she processes her possible next words. I raise my eyes brows in a warning manner.

After dinner, JJ offered to help my mum clean up. You may think it’s cute, but I know this boy’s games. He can’t fool me. “Are you staying to watch a movie JJ?” She asks, passing the boy a plate to dry. Before he can answer, I interrupt. “Can you give us a second actually, please?” I smile innocently towards her. Her eyes widen and she wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Sure.”

“What are you playing at?” I giggle. Recently, although I hate to admit it, JJ’s company has honestly been what I’m craving. Somehow a he’s so predictable, yet he surprises me every time. “I’m not doing anything Y/N, you’re reading into things.” He dries his last plate and puts the pile into a cupboard. Of course he knows exactly where they go. “You’re not staying for the movie,” I warn him. Even with my mum there, I don’t trust him. I don’t even trust myself. “What are you watching?” He asks. “I don’t know. I think my mum was on about watching ‘Now You See Me’ or something.” His face lights up. “Come on Y/N! I love that one.” I shake my head. I don’t want to want him here. “Please,” he sticks his bottom lip out. Because of my lack of reaction, he brings his head closer. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. A feeling that took me straight back to the party. A moment that I am trying so hard to not think about.

Unfortunately JJ has something about him. He’s painfully hard to say no to a lot of the time. So, here he is, helping bring down some blankets from upstairs. Despite the fact that our friendship should be ruined at this point. I’m starting to think that this may just be an exception. Why should it ruin everything? It was nothing. Before going back downstairs, I change into an oversized hoodie and some shorts.

My mum makes popcorn whilst we get things set up. Some soft blankets and even comfier pillows are arranged on the couch. I sit myself in the middle, with JJ on my right and my mum on my left. A part of me wanted to have my mum split us up, but that would’ve just looked strange. My eyes light up when I catch a glimpse of the popcorn bowl. “Let’s get started then.”

As the movie starts, I begin to get more excited. “I’m excited,” I smile massively. The more I think about it, the more hyped up I get. “I didn’t know this was your sort of thing,” JJ mutters with a smirk. Of course it’s a great movie, but that’s not what it is. “I watch it for the plot,” I smirk back. The plot being Dave Franco and Jesse Eisenberg. I express my love for the two beauties, only for JJ to simply state “I am so much better looking than them.” I snort at his words. “Whatever.”

20 or so minutes go by. My mum has already started nodding off, and I am beginning to get myself comfy. Without thinking, I nudge myself a bit closer to JJ. I didn’t even have to look at him to notice the growing smirk. The best thing, I thought, was to pretend I didn’t notice what I was doing. I bring my feet up, and lean them against his leg. A small noise exits JJ’s mouth, which sounded like a small chuckle. “Sorry I-” I start. My words pause at the touch of JJ’s fingertips. Even before they touched my bare thigh, I could feel their presence. “JJ,” instead of being a warning, my voice let’s put a wobbled whisper. “It’s fine,” he presses his lips together in a smile. I couldn’t tell his to move his hand away. I didn’t want him to. So I let him sandwich his hand between my thighs.

His hand, large and warm, sat nicely. It felt like an average thing. Every now and then he gently squeezed against my bare skin. Whirlpools. That’s the only way I can describe the way my stomach flipped. I thought, stupidly, that with my mum inches away it would turn everything off. Of course, that is not the case. JJ tries to be slick as he moves his hand further up my thigh. The first time, I do nothing. I’m not sure what to do. But the second, I cup my hand over his. Just as I’m about to tell him off in a whisper, my mum yawns. My heart jumps. “Shit guys, I should probably go to bed,” she stands and stretches. I try and make it look like JJ and I aren’t sitting so close. “You can stay over though JJ, finish the movie.”

My mum wanders out the room. We’re silent as we hear her footsteps all the way upstairs. Until her bedroom door shuts. “You’re not sleeping over,” I try not to smile as I say those words. The truth is, these little flirting games, send rushes through my body. Just like shockwaves. Now we’ve acted on it and I’m not sure how to resist my current urges. “Sure,” and he slides his hand up a bit higher. I grunt, accidentally making it sound slightly like a moan. Oops. That’s embarrassing. “I- uh- we-,” There’s no getting out of this one. I have no choice but to stop myself from uttering another word. I cannot even find the words to sort into a fully functioning sentence. The tension in the air was thick. So thick you would struggle to cut it with any knife; it would simply be too blunt. There were seconds of silence that just dragged on too long. As the tips of his fingers on his right hand trace along my jaw, guiding my head to turn to face him, I find myself lusting for him. “Give in to me Y/N.” Some things are just too hard to resist. Especially when it’s purely sexual. It’s as if my silence screamed for him to continue. Maybe it was radiating through my body. Even if I did speak, I couldn’t hear myself. The only noise was the dangerously loud thumping of my heart as his fingers continued on the trail. My heat was throbbing. He isn’t even doing anything. At this point, probably doesn’t need to. Am I wrong if I just let him? It feels that if I give in, I’m not only betraying the other Pogues, but maybe even myself. This was the deal. Then again, a promise that I made years ago. I was younger then. I’ve changed since then. I don’t care about that shit anymore.

That’s it. I start leaning in. To feel my lips against his, and finally give in to him. Then...

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He grunts, rolling his eyes back into his head as his phone goes off. Facetime. My body leans back in a mix of defeat and relief. I rub my eyes and my face, and hear the sound of JJ answering. “What’s up?” I pretend to shuffle up to JJ, although our legs were still touching anyway. “You’re interrupting-” “The movie,” I rush, feeling the need to cut JJ’s sentence off. “So you don’t wanna come over?” Ki erupts from the background. With a piece of pizza in each of their hands, I realize I do. Being with them, and their cock-blocking asses sounds perfect. A glace comes from the boy next to me. His eyes screamed no. Every part of my body agreed with him. My brain, however, disagreed. “Sure.” His eyes widen. Another eye roll. “We’ll be there in 30.” And he hangs up.

“Why do we need 30 minutes?” I laugh, standing up and gently folding the blanket poorly. I turn down the tv before turning it off. Like a child, I notice JJ with a rather grumpy look on his face. “Come on, you’re not that upset are you?” I ask, trying to hold in my laughter. “I’m pretty pissed Y/N I’m not gonna lie,” he says with a half smile creeping. “We still have time... 30 minutes to be exact...” His hand reaches over to my arm. His soft fingertips slide from my elbow, down to my hand. With that comes a pull. I land perfectly on his lap. A leg either side of his. I try and contain my thoughts. I cannot control my hands as they sit on his face. It’s hard to keep my head straight when JJ’s hands run up and down my thighs. All I can think about is the thin clothing between our crotches. So little, yet way too much. I close my eyes for a second. Just to absorb the sensation. Then it’s time for reality. “Not now.” I whisper. A heavy breath leaves him. “Fine, but you owe me.” As much as I’d love to deny it, it’s promise I’m more than willing to keep. I pull my head away from his, presenting my pinky finger to him. A smile, isn’t cute to me at all, gleams; it radiates. So much so that its contagious. Our pinky’s lock. “Yeah?” The blend of his smile and tone screams extreme excitement. “Cross my heart Maybank.”

John B’s house was now clean. I don’t think I’ve seen for the floor for months. Although I don’t blame him for the way he’s lived for the past few months, It was beginning to get a bit much. He very persistent. I know he’s still waiting for his father to come home. That being said, Kiara clearly was the one who cleaned. “Wow, the shitty smell has faded,” I hit JJ as those words fall from his mouth. That boy has zero filter. “It looks great, I’d love to know how much you helped though Johnny,” I assure him with a smirk, nudging John B on the shoulder. 

“So, what are we doing?” I ask. As soon as the words left my mouth, I realised that I probably didn’t want to know. John B says nothing, just simply forced a smile. Jesus Christ. Instead I look at Kiara. “He said Sarah’s information gave a lead. He wants us to follow it.” I look down at my outfit. I still have my fucking nightwear on. I should’ve known. I’m the stupid one here. Damn. I actually thought we would maybe just sleep for once. 

With John B in the drivers seat and Kiara in the passenger, it left Pope, JJ and I in the back. I found myself staring at the stars flying past as we drove. The Outer Banks is a totally different place at night. It’s beautiful. It’s also scarier and creepier, but we cross those bridges when we get to them. “Hey,” JJ nudges me gently with a whisper. “You alright?” I nod slowly. I wouldn’t say this to John B, but honestly it’s worrying. This whole thing has become an obsession. I know it’s his dad, and I know he misses him like crazy, but is there really a chance he’s alive? And why has this whole thing been so mysterious and chaotic? “What’s up with you two?” It’s only when I hear Pope’s voice that I remember that we’re back as a group right now. “Are you feeling left out?” Is JJ’s response. I try and keep my smile contained. He just has this tone, and facial expression, where you can’t take him seriously. “I didn’t know you felt that wa-” 

“What the fuck John B?” Kiara snaps in an angry mumble. Before the van even stops Ki opens the door and hops out. We haven’t been driving for long, so we can’t be far. Kiara, with an extremely miserable face, hops into the back with the rest of us. I go to ask, but I see Sarah Cameron climb into the front passenger seat. What is this boy playing at? “Oh shit,” I whisper in JJ’s direction. A slight chuckle comes out, purely amazed at the balls on this boy. “Hi guy’s!” Sarah smiles enthusiastically. I feel somewhat obligated to respond. As I’ve mentioned previously, I’ve never had a massive problem with her. “Hey Sarah.” I feel bad for both sides. John B shouldn’t put Kiara into these situations as he knows she doesn’t like her. Then again, I think Ki needs to not be so rude sometimes. Right now, that’s not going to happen. Might as well just enjoy the awkward car journey. 

Sarah and John B giggle away in the front as if they have been life long friends. The rest of us, not including Kiara, sent awkward eyes each other’s ways. Ki sulked silently. So I go back to staring outside. It’s hard not to imagine what it would be like to be free. The Outer Banks area is all I know. My family may ‘have money’, but our trips have always been within an hour’s drive. There’s a world beyond this. There is so much more to see and explore. Maybe that’s why we’re all so hung up on these mini impossible adventures. We’re craving something more.

John B’s plan, he said, was simple. A clue has led us to an area of green. “There has to be something here. We’re close. I can feel it,” his words sound hopeful, despite the wobbly tone to his voice. “Can’t we do this in the morning? We’re not going to find anything in the pitch black,” Pope was right. But John’s desperate. I would be too. “We’ll just have a quick look around,” he promises. He wanders to the back of the van, and takes out some torches. “I think we should split up into three pairs,” when Sarah speaks, I can automatically feel the rage coming off of Kiara. With an excessive eye roll, she might as well have just said something. Everyone else must’ve seen it, but it get’s ignored. Probably best not to fight in the darkness, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees. I send a quick smile Sarah’s way. “Okay. So... I’ll go with Sarah. You and JJ, and Kiara and Pope.” 

“Don’t look so smug,” I warn the smirking JJ as we separate from the others in our direction. It’s pretty typical for us to be paired, but we also do make the best team. With a torch, I look around as if I know what I’m looking for. “This is going to be impossible,” I grunt already in defeat. I really want to help John B, but I don’t even think he’s helping himself at this point. How long is this going to go on for? “Do you think he’s alive?” JJ asks in a whisper. It’s a question, I think, we’ve all been too afraid to ask. John’s answer is simple. We wouldn’t be searching for clues in the middle of the night if he didn’t. I hesitate. As I shake my head, my heart breaks a little. I wish I did. It would make things a little easier. “Me neither.”

Although being surrounded by trees at night is usually the scene of a horror movie, it’s rather beautiful. Scary, but beautiful. Around 15 minutes has passed since we split from the others and no one has found anything; I assume anyway. There is zero service on our phones, so really we have no idea, but my gut is telling me that there’s nothing to find. “I spy with my little eye, something beginning with G,” I smile. For about 5 minutes, we’ve been playing I-Spy. Perhaps at the hope of us ‘spying’ something we usually wouldn’t spot. Unfortunately, that has not been the case. I’ve been the one annoyingly asking, and he’s just been playing along to humor me. “I swear to god Y/N if it’s grass...” He warns. Like I said, we’ve seen nothing but the wilderness. “My turn.” 

As someone who pretty much refused to play, I was interested to see what better he could do. There’s nothing to see. “I spy something beginning Y.” Okay. I immediately start looking around, into the darkness. This is only I-Spy, but I need to win. JJ is one cocky mother fucker. I turn to him and frown. “Y? You know you have to actually be able to see this thing right?” I finish my sentence. Two hands go to my waist, guiding me backwards. “It was “You up against a tree, naked.” And I was. Well, I was pressed against the tree. My heartbeat went from a normal pace, to almost having a sudden heart attack in seconds. I open my mouth to speak, but no words seem to come. What is wrong with me? “I make you speechless,” he leans down to my ear and whispers. I still say nothing. As I finally feel words ready to be released, I get interrupted. And no, not by JJ. 

We walk back to the van in silence. Trying to hold everything in, I restrain my need to smile and let out a giggle. I’m thankful to see the others. “How did the searching go?” John B asks as we finally become a group again. “We didn’t find anything,” A big part of me wished we would’ve found something. Not that me and JJ were properly looking, but it would’ve been nice to come back with some hope. “I’m sorry guys. We should’ve waited until the morning to look around,” Unsure if anyone else saw what I did, I glance around. Sarah - only for a second - nudged her hand against him. I can’t help but find it cute. 

Once we dropped Sarah and Pope home, we all went back to John B’s as planned. “You two can take the bed,” he, the gentleman he is, gestures towards the bedroom. John B’s dad’s room is locked. “I don’t mind sleeping-” “Just take the bed,” his voice, which was quite assertive, was joined by a smile. Without even thinking, I wrap my arms around John. “We will find something,” I assure him. He need to believe it, whether I do or not. I kiss him on the cheek. “I love you John.” In true JJ fashion, he joins in on the hug. “Wow I love you guy’s too.” “Hey! I wanna join,” I chuckle as Kiara swerves herself into the huddle. “Okay, that’s enough!”

So I lay there; just staring at the ceiling. Kiara is already asleep. I’m jealous. I’ve tried. It’s hard to sleep with all these thoughts going through my head. There’s too much going on. 

‘Are you awake?’ I text JJ. Within seconds I get a reply.

‘Do you need some company ;)’ I roll my eyes, more at the fact that he knows I do. 

‘You gotta get your mind out the gutter ;)’

My stomach turns at the response. I read it over and over, just to get it to stick. The picture those words paint in my head should be illegal. Words like that should be a crime. I’ll just read it once more.

‘I’d rather have my head between your legs’.

How does he expect me to sleep after that? I try and keep my eyes closed, but the only way they do is if I squeeze them shut. I hear quiet footsteps. When I let my eyes go, I see JJ tip-toeing into the bedroom.  My body sits itself up. “What are you doing?” I ask with haste. His face becomes clearer as he gets closer. “Didn’t you get my text?” He smirks, making my stomach flip just like a gymnast on a trampoline. I refuse stay speechless like earlier. He does not have this affect on me or my body. “Yeah but-” “It’ll help you sleep,” He shrugs, lifting the blanket slightly. “JJ.” I whisper, stopping as soon as an index finger starts trailing up my leg. I want to resist. I’m sure I can. It would be so much easier if I actually wanted to. He gets closer to the top of my thigh. I start asking myself, what if I just let it happen? Just one more time? It can’t hurt. “Y/N.” I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t notice how close JJ’s head was to mine. When our eyes locked, I knew; I knew there was only one way this was going to go. 

I pull his lips down onto mine. I hate admit it, but the main thing that came to mind was ‘finally’. JJ doesn’t hesitate to start lining kisses from my lips down to my neck. Forgetting where I am, more importantly forgetting the fact that Kiara was inches away, I let out a slight moan. I immediately cover my lips. He lets out a deep but quiet laugh. “Shit,” I feel my cheeks begin to redden, and I’m instantly thankful for it being dark. “I have that affect on people,” shaking my head, I push him gently. “Yeah yeah.”

I hardly realized at first, but I was pushing his head lower. If I’m being honest, I was getting desperate now. I need him. Now. The tips of his fingers hook around the outsides of my shorts, smoothly down my thighs in the process. He didn’t hesitate removing my underwear quickly after, placing it next to the bed on the floor. 

A soft kiss gets placed on the inside of my thigh. I was already wet. Possibly the worst thing would be for him to know that he now has this hold over my body. A temporary hold. It won’t last. Another kiss, closer to my heat now. I wished to shout at him. He’s a teasing asshole. One more, the last one, gently exactly where I desired him. “Fuck,” he whispers, so attractively. His hand grips both of my thighs, pulling me closer to him. He attaches his lips to my throbbing heat. A deep breath exits my mouth. My hand goes straight to his hair, scrunching my fingers and pulling. Every fiber of my being wanted to moan. The pleasure shooting through my body was immense. As his tongue swirls with skill, he sends my body into a growing frenzy. Perhaps it’s the build up. Whatever it is, it feels amazing. His tongue starts concentrating mainly on my clit. Between every suck, every nibble, my stomach started building a tight knot already. My thighs clamp around his head, which he opens back up without interrupting his work. If I’d have known how good he was at this, maybe I would’ve given in a little sooner. “Oh my,” I whisper as quietly as I can. My breaths were loud enough. His arms hook a tighter hold on my thighs to keep my in place, as my body moving uncontrollably. I was so close. I knew he could feel it too. The knot begins to tighten, excitement growing more and more. And I let go, bringing a release that - although was only growing for a day - was much needed. I press my mouth against my arm to contain the majority of my moan. He gracefully lets me ride out my high, until I’m even more of a heavy-breathing mess beneath him. 

He unhooks himself. I can’t help but smile massively at him as his face comes into view. “Don’t,” I stop his words with a whisper. His eyebrows raise. I do wish he wouldn’t always have that fuckboy smile on his face. “Go back to the couch,” I nudge him on the shoulder. As quietly as he can, he gets up off the bed. He comes close to my ear once more. “Bet you can sleep now.” 

And I did.

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HALLOWEEN | MICHAEL LANGDON

spending your first Halloween night together with Michael would be like...

HAWTHORNE MICHAEL.

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This side of him is brighter, a gentle mix with his younger self. He has been way too excited — not the type of excitement for becoming someone powerful — but as if about to reveal a secret to you and maybe, he is about to.

he’d take you to a ‘surprise place’ which would end up standing outside the known murder house. his hand holding yours; a squeeze given brought your attention to him. he was smirking to himself, half of his attention on you, but his eyes on the house. It was as if it always called to him.

the sight of the front door opening, catching glimpses of a few people walking out of the house made your steps come to a brief halt— briging Michael’s attention back onto you with a slight furrow of eyebrows. There was a certain look in his gaze. Internally asking what’s wrong? “You said it would be lonely and empty.” The obvious fell from your lips, ringing Michael’s ears. He shook his head, that known smirk never fading. “Lonely and empty for the living, only. Come on. We’ll be late.”

your heart would beat with excitement and confusion, was he adding drama to it just for the sake of it? you’d find out later that he wasn’t. the place inside wasn’t empty. a veil of darkness surrounded it. it felt — crowded. by each step guided by him, certain sounds coming from nowhere would make Michael’s hand interlaced with yours tightening its grasp. Not afraid, but wanting to protect you from something... or someone.

when reaching the basement, something was heard, easily echoing in the place. little cries of surrow. you attempted to stop, but he just brought you along, going downstairs. the small place was dimly lighted up, enough to catch glimpses of strange objects surrounding it. the walls bled with emotions. it wasn’t the main gift; the main gift consisted of two people, stripped down, tied down on the center of the room. Ms Mead stepped closer to the sight, holding out a weapon to him, others circling the pair of strangers. They all were smiling.

when Michael took the weapon in hands; letting go of yours, but turned around and held it out to you, he was smiling too. as if he read your thoughts, his following words answered your unspoken question. “I was born here, you wanted to know who I am, didn’t you? You are seeing it now. Take it, stay by my side as you are meant to be (Y/N).”

out of his grasp released freedom and that’s what you took it right there. without a second beat. you turned around and ran upstairs. there was a possibility you could find the front door by your own, through the darkness — or not. it was surprise and possible fear of that made you react this way, like anyone else would.

his hand reached out to you minutes later, grasping onto your arm tightly, it earned a gasp. any possible sound issuing lips was muffed by his hand covering your mouth, as you were pinned up against the wall. eyes rolling at the cold and harsh contact. his leg between your thighs, spreading them. creating a certain friction he shouldn’t. Along whispers. “You were the one, (Y/N). It was you.” nothing good could come out of it, your body trembled. shivered. attempting to speak against his hand, he knew what you were asking him to do. to let go. to let you leave.

a certain sadness, pity? was shown without his ocean blues when it crossed yours. It was answeres with a low, cocky tone. “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

OUTPOST MICHAEL.

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Plans with Langdon turned out differently as soon as you found out that he, in fact, never had a common and normal Halloween night like others.

the sound of candies and old dvd movies dropping onto the bed; over his thighs and legs woke him up, immediately. his beautiful, peaceful state was disturbed by a slight confused frown, blinking from the items on him upon you— who wore a bright grin, on your knees, on the bed. his face said it all. you just did not, (Y/N). oh. but you did.

“HALLOWEEN NIGHT, BITCH. Get your ass up. Tell your slutty demons to leave too— it’s just you and I, having a normal spooky date tonight.” How easily you could make him smile, and everything else faded as soon as he wore that bright grin too at your words. It meant you were his happiness. However, his gaze soon carried something else, coming to the realization; darkening at the sight of your costume. The angel costume you made by yourself was heavily sexualized on purpose. Leaving little to no imagination to your body. All for him.

the next, he had you in his arms. catching you to bring your body closer to him; Langdon rolled both of you over, his large fingers digging into the skin of your thighs, spreading legs for him to lay between them. His body rubbed against yours with a small roll of his hips. Dry humping. His lower, husky tone against your ear. “Hasn’t anyone told you not to wander around the devil’s playground, little angel?”

it ended up with a passionate love making session, he was firm; heavy on you, breathing against the skin of your neck. his teeth and little nibbles attached to you would send shivers of pleasure, and those little noises falling from your lips earned husky grunts on his own. a thin veil of sweat and sex covered the both of you at the climax. Langdon claimed you in every sense that night.

“Movie dates?” You’d ask, attempting to catch your breath. He kissed you; tender, and proceeded to stand up and pick the movie. Laying on his lap, with your eyes on the screen, Langdon’s fingers stroked small circles along the skin of your bare legs. It was affectionate, lingered, suggesting something you already knew.

as soon as you glanced up, his eyes were on the screen, but his touch didn’t stop. along with a snicker, you placed your hand on his, interlacing fingers. “Watch the movie, Mr. Langdon— or are you way too scared?”

one eyebrow raised upon his forehead, looking down at you. for a breath he didn’t say anything. just stared. contemplating. the next came was a surprise, something that your mind has been wandering around ever since you knew about his nature; who he was. It could mean everything. “Would you like to meet my father, tonight?”

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Might a request a Tsuchigomori x supernatural!reader? they often cuddle in the bookstacks reading and hanako teases them about it? ó3ò

Sure you can! It’s my first time writing Tsuchigomori so I hope I got his character right

Also, I focused a lot on how they met and I hope that’s okay for you (｡♥‿♥｡)

Tsuchigomori w/ supernatural!reader

You and Tsuchigomori had a weird attraction for each other

The first time you guys met… let’s just say you two did not make very good impressions on the other

You were a fairly new supernatural, having the ability to shapeshift into different living things

You spent a lot of your time in the library, studying human behaviors, as you were deeply enamored by those strange creatures called humans

A part that particularly interested you was the fact that many of the students went in two pairs into the bookshelves to… smoosh their mouths against each others’?

Hey, you were a young apparition, of course you didn’t know how humans worked!

One night, when you decided to turn into a butterfly to follow another into the library, you discovered a place seemly behind the shelves that had more books

However, a thin layer of water covered the floor of this library within a library

How peculiar, you thought to yourself, flying through the empty corridors made up of bookshelves

It was all fun and all, but now you wanted to get out 

Just as you were about to shapeshift into something bigger, you heard footsteps

You froze in midair, watching as a bunch of butterflies flew past you, away from the sound of those footsteps

Panic made it hard for you to concentrate changing shapes and fly at the same time 

Just as you were about to just screw it and fly away with the swarm of other butterflies, long fingers pulled at your wings, leaving you defenseless against whatever that had grabbed you

Then you see a mouth open and it was getting closer, meaning that you were about to get eaten

Not like this, you thought, struggling to maintain control over your power, I am not ceasing to exist before I even had a proper chance to explore the world of humans!

Suddenly, you fell, no longer a butterfly, but something heavier, something bigger, falling right on top of whatever had tried to eat you

You quickly scrambled to control your new body, catching glimpse of slender fingers and supple legs

“N-no way,” you breathed out, momentarily forgetting the situation at hand. “I finally turned into a human?”

You had tried so hard and failed so hard at becoming a human. For some reasons, you just couldn’t

Until now, that is

“Hey,” a husky voice growled from beneath you. A hand grabbed your arm, the same longer, claw-like fingers wrapped around your wrists.

You squeaked, wide eyes meeting narrowed violet ones

“Who are you and what do you think you’re doing in a School Wonder’s boundary?”

“I—” You could not find the words to answer this man, so instead, you tried a tactic you’ve seen students use before.

“W-Who are you?” 

“I asked that question first, missy.”

Without stopping a beat, he now had you pinned up against a bookshelf. 

“I’ll ask again,” he narrowed his eyes, looking down at you. “Who are you and what are you doing in my boundary?”

“I go by (Name),” you answered timidly, stealing a glance at his face to check his reaction. 

Nothing. Maybe you saw a slight twitch of his lips, but it could be just your imagination working over time.

“And what are you doing in No. 5’s boundary?”

Now you’re really curious. You had no clue what that meant, so you asked, “School Wonder? No. 5? Boundary?”

The tall man took a hand off of you to take out a long pipe-like thing from his lab coat pocket, then proceeded to stick it in his mouth, beforing looking back at you.

“Missy, you’re either playing dumb, oblivious, or actually stupid. Or perhaps maybe all three.” He scrutinizes you for a second and sighs, letting go of your wrist

“You changed into a human from a butterfly, so I’ll assume you aren’t human.”

At this point, you were feeling a bit more than confused and a little irritated to have nothing to call this man except “the tall man with long fingers”.

Mustering up your courage, you square your shoulders and lift your chin up in an almost challenging way, “Who are you?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, blowing out smoke from his pipe, “Heh?”

“I said,” you gulped, glaring up at the tall man, “who are you? 

The mysterious man stepped away from you and waved a hand at you dismissively. “That’s not important.”

Then, he promptly kicked you out of the ‘library in the library’

From that day on, you always managed to stubbornly return to the 4 o’clock Library, constantly pestering Tsuchigomori for answers.

Eventually, he got tired of your pestering and told you his name, thinking you would leave him alone now that you had some answers

But no

Instead, you came back the next day, seeking more answers to the endless amounts of questions you had

“What are you doing here?”

“Why are your fingers so long?”

He answered most of your questions and gradually, he began to grow fond of you

That’s when you met Hanako

One day, you snuggled to Tsuchigomori’s chest while he was reading a book

He jumped and you pouted at him innocently

“What—what are you doing?”

“I saw some students doing this, it seemed fun!”

Fun? Tsuchigomori couldn’t believe his ears

You thought cuddling with him, something only couples do, is fun?

His heart was doing these weird little skips.

Spider-sensei is confused and flustered by your actions.

Suddenly, y’all hear a chuckle.

“Heh~? Sensei, what’s this?”

You look up to see this amber-eyed boy floating at the one end of the book shelves, chuckling to himself

Immediately, you gripped onto Tsuchigomori’s lab coat tighter, pointing a shaking finger at the stranger

“Is that an evil spirit?” 

Tsuchigomori coughed, half-glaring at Hanako upon seeing that smug smirk the seventh wonder is famous for, patting your head comfortingly, “No, don’t worry about it, (Name).”

“Ooh, Sensei~. It’s about time you get yourself a significant other, ya know.”

Before he could reply, you piped up, curiosity overcoming your fear

“What’s a significant other?”

Hanako was slightly taken aback

Then his smirk widened

“Well~,” he sang, floating to you

“When you love someone a lot, you call them your significant other.”

“So Tsuchigomori is my significant other!”

Tsuchigomori, who, as long as Hanako could remember, never blushed, in this moment, flushed a pale crimson.

“(Name), you can’t go around saying that,” he muttered, although his heart leaped when you called him your s/o

“But that’s what it is, isn’t it?” 

He sighed, pulling you back to his chest while Hanako crept away with a knowing grin, “Yes, (Name).”

“Well,” you looked away.

“I love you, so there’s no problem!”

Needless to say, from that day forward, you two became a sweet couple and the target of Hanako’s teasing. 

But it’s all worth it, for him (っ*´∀｀*)っ

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for you i’d bleed myself dry

Poe Dameron x Reader

Part 3

Summary: Poe takes care of you at the end of the day when he notices you haven’t eaten. 

Warnings: Slight jealousy

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Word count: 2.3k

Part 3

When morning came, you were the first to wake up. You were surprised to find Poe still in bed, only he was facing you now, arm thrown around your waist, hand resting on your back. You swallowed hard as his face was right in front of yours. He was still sleeping and you didn’t want to wake him, so you just stared. His hair was a mess of curls on top of his head, his stubble coming through more than yesterday, and his lips pouted. Your feelings creeped back to the forefront of your mind. You allowed it for just a moment. Maybe you were a sadist, laying here with him in your arms, something so intimate, so damn close, yet you weren’t anything to him. At least not in the way you wanted. You felt that familiar pang in your heart at the thought and you shoved everything back into a box and locked it. 

BB-8 greeted you with a good morning and then told you he was supposed to wake up Poe now for breakfast and to get started on his daily tasks. 

“I got it, Beebs.” You whispered. But Poe stirred awake anyways. When his eyes opened, you smiled slightly. 

“Good morning.” He greeted you, voice husky and deep. Not taking his arm off you but scooting closer to you and closing his eyes again. 

“Good morning. You sleep well?” You didn’t hear him at night and you didn’t even feel so much as a stir. He opened his eyes again.

“Better than I ever have.” He said as he took your cheek in his palm. Staring at you in a way you couldn’t quite pin down. 

“I’m glad I could help.” You said and meant it. You wanted him to be happy. You didn’t like seeing him tired and sluggish. You didn’t like seeing anything but a smile on those lips of his. 

“You always know what I need.” You did. You knew him like the back of your hand but he knew you all the same. Sometimes you wondered how life brought you to Poe Dameron, he felt like your other half, that missing piece. And yet. And yet. 

His eyes flickered down to your lips but you were sure it was a fluke. And as he leaned forward you were sure it was just to get comfortable. Until his lips were barely grazing yours. You stilled, waiting for him. Your mind was running wild. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest. And just as you thought your lips were finally about to meet, there was a knock at the door. 

“Let’s go, commander!” Snap said knocking on the door and then walking away. You both leaned back, tension filling the room. 

BB-8 cursed Snap in quiet little chirps.

“Bee!” You scolded as Poe let out, “Buddy!”

He ignored you two with what sounded like a hmph. 

You laughed a little but then cleared your throat. There was no way you two were about to kiss. He wasn’t about to kiss you. But. But he was? 

“We should go.” You both needed to get breakfast before you started the day. 

“Yeah.” He nodded and then slid out of bed, you followed after him. You couldn’t help but glance briefly at his ass. You looked away before he could turn back around but BB-8 seemed to know what you were doing and spun in a circle making little noises, you were pretty sure the damn droid was laughing at you. You shook your head but a smile was playing on your lips at his behavior. If you didn’t know any better you were sure BB-8 wanted you two together.

You pulled on your clothes from yesterday as Poe started to change. 

“I’ll see you at breakfast, I’m going to put on some fresh clothes.” You told him as you made your way to the door. 

“Wait,” he grabbed your arm.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly as his words and squeezed his shoulder.

“Anytime, Dameron.” 

You hadn’t gotten to see Poe that morning or afternoon, he had been called away to General Organa. You on the other hand, had still been tinkering with your x-wing. BB-8 once again helping you when you asked him for certain tools. He also made for good company. He was a sweet little thing and you loved him. 

You were tightening up a few screws when BB-8 chirped a few times. 

“Poe what?” You asked him as you moved out from underneath the ship. He made a few more noises and you turned to see what he was talking about. 

The camp was alive with everyone running around and chattering, loads of people were outside today as per usual. But you saw what BB-8 was referring to. 

Poe was talking to that blonde medic again. Laughing at something she said as she had an arm on his shoulder. You looked away. He was most definitely not trying to kiss you this morning. It was all in your damn head. You hated that you wanted to cry. You thought you had been so close. But in reality, you were still out of reach. 

“She’s pretty.” You said bitterly. Beebs chirped and nudged you, telling you that he thought you were even prettier. You laughed at the droid and gave him scratches. 

“Thanks, Beebs. At least someone appreciates me.” You joked and he nudged your leg once more. You couldn’t help yourself and spared another glance. Her hand was now rubbing at his chest and he was smiling at her. You looked away again, heart hurting something cruel. 

And even seeing them together like that, that night when he asked you to stay with him again, you did. 

-

It had been a grueling day for you to say the least. First off, Poe had left in the morning before you even woke. Waking up to an empty bed when you had gotten use to Poe just after two nights with him, well, it was unpleasant. And it had told you what kind of day it was going to be as you rolled out of bed already in a bad mood. To make matters worse, you got to breakfast late and got scraps of meat and stale bread. And then you were being pulled right and left to help with mechanical problems on a few starfighters and even helping out the other squadrons with problems they were having. Although most of the pilots in the resistance knew how to work with their aircraft, you were called to help more times than not because of your history with taking engineering and mechanics classes when you were in the academy. 

You were always willing to help but some pilots would stare you down like a hawk, making sure nothing happened to their precious x-wings. Your teammates in blacksquadron would sit back and let you do what you needed to do, they trusted you wholeheartedly so it was much more peaceful when you got to their ships and helped them with their problems. It was a long day of repairing coms, unjamming buttons and switches, and rewiring controls. You had even missed lunch. You had finished helping everyone else but you were distracted by helping Rey with the falcon that you didn't even realize that time had passed since Rey left for the day and you were still on board. You were not happy to see that you had missed lunch by a few hours and that dinner wasn’t until another couple hours. You didn’t even have BB-8 to keep you company as he was with Poe all day. You couldn’t really be mad there though, BB-8 did belong to Poe after all. And Poe. You hadn’t even seen a glimpse of him all day. 

Dusk started to set in as you took in the view from where you were seated on a rock, near a cliff. You weren’t too far away from camp, still able to hear them going about the rest of their day. Your stomach was growling and you were just counting down the minutes till the mess opened back up for dinner. 

“There you are.” You turned at the voice, Poe walking up with a smile on his face. Two trays of… food in his hands. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your head and then plopped down on the rock right next to you. All the tension and stress from today eased up a bit at seeing him. 

“Haven’t seen you all day.” He said and then handed you a tray. You just stared at the still steaming meat and warm bread in front of you. And the vibrant and juicy looking fruit. Your mouth started to water at the smell of it all. 

“What is this?” You asked him. He started to dig into the food on his tray. 

You were about to devour the food in front of you until he said, “dinner.” 

You looked at him, “dinner? Dinner isn’t served till another hour.” Honestly, you were surprised you were asking questions and not just taking the blessing for what it was. 

“Being commander has its perks.” He said, food in his cheek so he could talk. You gave him a pointed look. He may hold a high status but the cooks were not easy to charm and didn’t give a damn about who you were unless you were Leia. 

“Okay, so I might have lied and said the general needed two trays of food stat.” You let out a laugh and shook your head. Damn this man. Going this length for you because he found out you hadn’t eaten. 

“She’ll kill you if she finds out you used her name for this.” You said. And then you shoved your face. You didn’t notice that Poe was looking at you as you inhaled your food, barely stopping to breath. 

“Maybe but I couldn’t let you go on another second without eating. You shouldn’t have missed lunch, sweetheart.” His voice was stern but still soft as he spoke. Your cheeks burned under his gaze and at the fact that he was worried. He always was. 

“I know, I got distracted.” You offered in explanation and finished up the food on your plate. 

“Here, take my fruit.” He tried to hand you the bowl with his fruit but you shook your head. 

“No. You need to eat, Poe. I’m good.” 

“Just take it.” He placed the bowl on your tray and this time you let him, knowing he wasn’t going to let up. 

“Thanks, Poe. This was sweet of you. You will be thoroughly missed once Leia discovers the truth.” He laughed. You ate the starblossom fruit, thankful for more food in your belly. Thankful for Poe. Your day had quickly turned around with this little act, with Poe. He always knew how to make you feel better whether you were in a bad mood or just having a day. He always knew what to say and what to do. 

“Anything for you.” You wished his words wouldn’t sting as much as they made you feel giddy. So close yet so far away. 

You smiled at him and bit into your fruit to distract yourself from your racing heart. 

“You have a little something,” he motioned to your chin. You realized the juice from the fruit was trailing down your chin. Before you could wipe it away, Poe’s hand was reaching up. You stilled as his thumb swiped the juice, and then brought it to his mouth, sucking it off. The act so erotic and so soft at the same time. You didn’t know what to think, to say, to feel. You swallowed hard as his eyes stayed locked in on yours. His eyes trailed down your face to watch your tongue wet your lips. 

He reached his hand up to cup your cheek and you leaned into it like he had done a few nights ago. 

“I think…” He started, eyes searching yours, “I think you’re my favorite thing to look at.” 

Everything went quiet. Everything went still. You couldn't speak, could barely breathe. Because how were you on the receiving end of that sentence? On the receiving end of Poe’s admiration? You were surely dreaming. But you weren’t. You weren’t and Poe was looking at you in a way that you could only describe as longing. 

You finally found your words. The swirls of orange and pinks from the sky glowed on his tanned face, you were sure you were looking at a work of art as you took him in. 

“You’re my favorite thing to look at too.” You confessed. Appreciating the dips and hollows of his face as the sun started to disappear from sight. 

Moments passed but neither of you moved a muscle. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you two! Finn said–” And just like that, your moment shared with Poe was gone. You both quickly pulled away from one another, turning to see Rose, wide eyed and blushing. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I… We were just worried and I… well Finn–” She rambled and you stopped her. 

“It’s okay, Rose.” You told the girl. But you felt differently. You wished you could stay in that moment with Poe. All the grief and despair that you were all soon to face, all the pain you all had already faced, it was bearable, beatable, when you looked into Poe’s eyes. Everything had melted away. 

“Finn and Rey were looking for you two. They were just worried.” Rose said quietly, before backing away. 

“I’ll go and tell them you’re safe.” Is all she said before turning around and quickly walking away. You laughed lightly despite hating the interruption.

“Guess we should head back.” You told Poe, not wanting to make things awkward. Although right now, it seemed like that’s where this was headed. You both stood up and collected your things.

“Yeah, um…” He scratched the back of his neck and looked away before meeting your eyes again. 

“Are you… will you be staying with me tonight?” You smiled at his words, finding it adorable how nervous he was to ask you. 

“Yeah, if you want me to.” He nodded.

“Then let’s go.”

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[onyxiana-is-obsessed]

Diary | Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

I love Shinsou! Hope you like it!! There’s a couple of changes, but nothing crazy. Length: 1.9k Pronouns used: She/her

Summary: Shinsou finds your diary where you’ve written way too much about him. Good thing he feels the same way.

Full Name: (y/f/n) Quirk: (quirk) Age: 15

Hitoshi Shinsou, the student from General Studies. His quirk was called Brainwashing and everyone called in a villainous quirk. (F/n) didn’t think so, in fact, she believed the opposite. In her mind, there was no such thing as a “villainous quirk”. It was the people who decide whether they were going to use that quirk for good or evil. She saw how it affected him and every time she heard someone say something stupid, she thought about stepping in. However, she was too shy. She was too damn shy and never could. Both her and Shinsou were in the same class, her quirk wasn’t suited for the hero course.

In fact, like a little stalker, she wrote about him in her diary. She could never approach him and every time she would write out a mini-plan, only to add in her next entry that she chickened out.

She saw him at the Sports Festival and he did good, unfortunately, Midoriya was able to break free of his brainwashing, but it was a great display. If any villain made the mistake of speaking to Shinsou, they were done for. He could immediately tell them to stop moving and arrest them. He could tell the villain to walk into a police station and whatnot.

After the Sports Festival, Shinsou was transferred into the hero course and (f/n) believed she had lost whatever chance she had. So here she sat in her room, writing about Shinsou.

Dear Diary,

Well more sad news today. Ever since Shinsou was transferred to the hero course, I never get to see him. I guess our schedules are so different, we never cross paths. I don’t know what to do now, at first all I needed to do was muster up the courage to tell him… but now I don’t get that.

You know, I think one day I’ll have to burn you. I have so many weird, stalkerish talk in here that I could get arrested. Well… maybe not arrested but Shinsou would definitely be weirded out. He’s so cute… I love his quirk. It’s better than mine, really. Well, I guess it doesn’t matter much. I never had the courage to talk to him, so why should I bother getting upset that I can’t see him? So what?

Ok, don’t judge me now, Diary. But every time I see him, it makes my day just a bit brighter. I love seeing him, even if it’s a glimpse. Guess I’m head over heels for someone I barely know. He definitely doesn’t feel the same.  I mean who knows, maybe he’s not even into girls. That thought makes me a bit sad… actually quite a bit sad. Maybe, one day, I’ll be able to tell Shinsou how I feel. Maybe, he’ll let me down gently. Hopefully, he rejects me gently. Anyway, I should go. See ya tomorrow.

~**~

She was late, how dumb could she have been? She forgot to set her alarm and her parents left early for work, so they weren’t able to wake her. (F/n) ran through the hallways, without looking where she was going. She turned a corner and let out a yelp as she collided with a body, both of them falling to the ground.

She opened her eyes and they widened in fear. Purple eyes stared back at her with just as much shock. The two were frozen, still in shock. After a moment of shock, (f/n) face started to heat up when she became aware of their position.

Shinsou was underneath her, one leg stretched out and the other one slightly bent. She was on top of him, both hands on either side of him, basically straddling him. No, no, no, no, no, no! This WAS NOT her first meeting with him! Not like this! This was just some stupid nightmare and she needed to wake up!

“Hey, are you ok?” He inquired, leaning up a bit, which only moved his face closer to hers. She let out a squeal and quickly stood up. She gathered everything in a rush, since her things had fallen out, and in one swift movement, she pulled him up to a standing position.

“I’m sorry!” With that, she grabbed her bag and ran away before he couldn’t say anything else. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Well, at least she’s ok-” His words were interrupted when he saw a book lying next to his that he didn’t recognize. He picked it up, unsure of what it was and thumbed through the pages. His eyes widened as he saw his name numerous times through the cute little pages. He skimmed a couple of pages before he realized it was her diary. Slapping his hand on his forehead, he mentally cursed at himself for invading her privacy. He had to return it but as he turned to follow the girl, he realized that he, too, was late. She had disappeared and he had no idea where she went.

**

Deciding on returning it later, Shinsou held the diary close as he walked to class. Throughout the class, he couldn’t help but read a couple more pages. He knew it was wrong and he promised to make it up to her one day, but for now… those words were more interesting than anything in class. His face heated up at the mention of his name and her feelings towards him. He had noticed her, of course, but he wasn’t entirely sure whether he liked her to the extent she liked him.

She was cute, really cute. He knew she was really shy, that her quirk was (y/q), she loved (hobby), and (hobby). Her favorite color was (f/c), her favorite drink must’ve been (f/d) because she always had it in class with her. According to this diary, her favorite food was (f/f). He knew her favorite animal must’ve been (f/a) because he’d seen her draw them in her notebook and she had a couple of charms on her backpack.

Ok, so Shinsou REALLY paid attention to her. She was cute and he didn’t mind going on a date or two with her. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to. Normally, he did his best to keep to himself and focus on his studies. Besides, back when he was in general studies, no one liked his quirk or him. All his life, everyone practically called him a villain. However, it was evident that (f/n) didn’t feel that way about him, in fact, in multiple entries, she praised his quirk wishing she had something similar.

All day, Shinsou spent reading her diary. He felt awful and every time he tried to put it away, curiosity pulled him back. By the next day, he had read every single page and wished there were more. Like… more diaries he could read. He loved seeing her thoughts, he wanted… he wanted to be her diary.

The more he read, the more he liked. Instead of finding the whole thing weird and stalkerish, he enjoyed it. He never thought someone could feel like that about him.

~**~

So here he was, waiting outside of her class with the book in his hand. It was lunchtime, so every cleared out of the hallways quickly to go get food.

Class was dismissed and Shinsou watched as the students poured out of the room, making their way to the cafeteria. The hallways emptied out quick and he noticed (f/n) coming out last, panic plastered on her face. She still looked adorable.

“(l/n).” The girl jumped at the use of her name and her eyes shot to him, widening in fear.

“Y-yes?” He held her book up and he could see her soul leave her body.

“You should be careful with your things.” He approached her, causing her to stiffen. “You’re lucky I’m the one who found this.” She misunderstood him. She thought he meant that she was lucky he found it and didn’t read it. In reality, she was lucky because Shinsou found the contents to his liking.

Once he was close enough, he stopped and held the book out. With a shaky hand and a sigh of relief, she took it from him.

“Th-thank you.” (f/n) hugged the small journal close to her chest, relief calming her shakiness. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. (f/n) almost squealed when she found his face inches from her causing her to back up until she hit the wall behind her. Shinsou’s hands found their way onto the wall and trapped her in.

“You’re cute when you get flustered.” He added, causing her face to turn red and her heart to speed up. “Yeah, yeah. Just like that.”

“Wh-what?”

“You misunderstood me, (l/n). Oh, wait,” He leaned in close to her ear and whispered in his husky voice. “(f/n). You like that better, no?” The girl clutched the book tighter as she realized what he meant.

“Y-you… read it?”

“Every page.” His warm breath tickled her neck. “Tell me, (f/n), what would you like me to do?” Her mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out. She was still startled from his previous actions, her brain was starting to shut down. “I recall reading that you wanted me to push you against the wall and kiss you? Oh no, that was a dream of yours.” She only shook her head in response, a weak attempt to deny the book being hers. “Oh don’t lie.” His face leaned in closer until they were inches away. “Wanna know what it’s like in real life?” It took a moment before the girl nodded.

“Yes…” Almost a second after, his lips found their way onto hers. She stiffened, not expecting it, even though he alluded to it just a second ago. Her panic turned into embarrassment as her hands found their way onto his chest and pushed. At first, he was concerned. This is what she wanted right? So why? “I-I’m sorry.” She muttered, dropping her diary. “I-I… I’m no good at ki-kissing… I don’t want it to be bad.” Shinsou sighed and gave her a smile.

“Then let me teach you.” She thought for a moment before she nodded, letting him approach her again. “Relax, I don’t bite… much.” At this point her face couldn’t get redder, it just wasn’t possible. His hand found its way to her face, tilting it upwards. “First, look up at me. Next, your hands,” He said grabbing them and placing them on his shoulders. “Go here.”

“Right.” Was her quiet response. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Now just, relax your lips, don’t tighten them up.” With that, he leaned in again and they met in another kiss. She felt his lips move and followed ever so slightly. It wasn’t very long, only a few seconds. The two pulled away and he watched as her panic dissipated slowly. “Not too bad right?” He inquired.

“That was… amazing…” She responded, causing him to chuckle, “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.” She gave him a nod as he grabbed her bag and her diary. He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers. As the two walked down to the cafeteria, she spoke up in a meek voice.

“C-could we pr-practice some more, later?” He could swear his heart melted just a bit.

“Of course we can.”

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ignorance is bliss [part 2]

Dick Grayson x female reader

Word Count: 2253

Part 1

"(y/n)? Watcha doin' up here? This place is usually reserved for Bruce's brooding time." He grins, and you try to do the same, only to end up giving him a pathetic excuse of a smile. "Hey. You okay?" He starts, leaning closer into you, so that he could rub his palm between your shoulder blades. His fingers are soothing, and his voice strains with worry. You continue to look over the balcony of the staircase, and you sigh. "If one of the guys down there tried to do anyth-"

"No one tried anything funny, Dick." you snapped, although you didn't mean to. You observed the expression on his face, alter from worried to hurt, his eyebrows angled a little more upwards. Then he remembers that you danced with Bruce earlier on. He didn't have anything in particular against his adoptive father, but well, Bruce could be dark sometimes. "Was it Bruce? I swear, sometimes that old man's too grumpy for his own good."

"No, Dick. It's okay. Nothing's wrong." He huffs out a sort of amused laugh through his nose. He quirks his eyebrow and his lips curl into a knowing smirk. That idiot. Always knows everything.

"Don't try that with me, Sweetheart. That's not gonna work. I know that look. I know something's not right."

"I'm fine." you say, just about on the verge of tears. Though you push them back, determined to look at Dick without absolutely falling apart. "Alright... But I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me." his smirk turns mischievous, and his eyes are sly, in that way where he knew he would get what he wanted. "What? Where?"

"To my old room. Obviously." he states with a playful eye roll. He straightens his jacket and gestures for you to follow him. "Dick,-"

"Uh-uh. No excuses. I know it makes you feel better where we're alone and it's quiet." It had been a while since you were back at the manor, so at the mention of his old room, the remnants of nostalgia quickly pieced themselves together in your mind. They formed the memories of you and Dick together, doing nothing but making bad puns and talking alone, as your laughter filled the room. It almost feels like he grew up in the blink of an eye; handsome, charismatic and not yours anymore.

You give him a sad, but satisfied smile. He takes your hand and whisks you away towards the inner rooms of the manor, much to the disappointment of the other girls, judging by the dirty looks aimed your way. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way. That colour looks spectacular on you. I've gotta thank Alfie for getting you that dress." He compliments, whilst twirling you around, getting a good look at your figure from all angles. You blush deeply and put your head down, rubbing your arm.

"Oh, come on. No need to get shy. C'mere." He pulls you into a hug. You revel in the warmth his body brings, while he comforts you. He slips his arm around your waist, leans in close and whispers, "Watch this."

He turns to the girls he was previously with and sends them a suggestive wink, adding a two fingered salute and that seductive smirk. He pulls you closer to him, the fabric of your gown squeezed tightly against his tux. You turn your head to follow his gaze. Some of the girls look like they could faint, and the rest looked like they wanted to murder you. Dick only leads you further into the manor, his deep, hysterical laughter filling the emptiness of the shadowed hallways. "Did you see their faces!? They were so jealous of you!"

Wow. That boy plays the heartstrings of those girls like the cords on a guitar. And he knows exactly which notes to play.

"Alright, Dick. Your ego's lookin' a bit bloated don't you think?" He clears his throat and blinks a few times.

"Sorry."

Entering his room, it looked the same as it always has. There was that selfie of the two of you in your Batgirl and Robin uniforms, poking your tongues out. It was framed and fastened to the wall. You were so young then.

The little Justice League figurines still stood on his dresser, albeit with gathered dust sprinkled over the top of them. He had always made sure that the Batman, Robin and Batgirl miniatures were standing at the front, with Superman not too far behind. The grin on Mini-Robin's face was nowhere near as bright as Dick's real smile, but did manage to look just as boyish.

You walked over to the action figures, brushed a finger over the tiny Batarang in Batman's hand, then picked up the Robin action figure. You giggled slightly while examining it. "What?" asked the former Boy Wonder, snapping his head to face you.

"I still can't believe you let Batman drag you around on rooftops, in a pair of short shorts."

"Those were the good old days though, eh? You, me and Bruce. Not a worry in the world. Except for secret identities of course." You smile when you remember the years that seemed so long ago, then frowned again when you compared them to now.

You were Richard's then. Exclusively. He would give you all his time and attention, often sneaking out late as Batgirl and Robin. Now, there were always girls prettier, or more interesting than you. After you retired your vigilante mantle as one of the Dark Knight's young sidekicks, Dick had moved on too. He took on the role of Nightwing and moved out of Gotham.

He noticed your solemn expression, and all but flew to your side. He took your hand and asked, "What's wrong, (y/n)? Please, I hate to see you like this."

If you manage to see me at all, you thought. Though you kept your mouth clamped shut. "I think I know what might cheer you up." He rummages through drawers, and you peer over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse at what he was looking for. He takes out a smooth, uncreased manila folder. He opens it ever so carefully, and reveals an all too familiar poster. His eyebrows furrow in concentration when he reads the printed words on the Haly's Circus poster, and his fingers stroke the smooth, glossy paper as he admires it with a reminiscent smile. "Do you remember that day?" he asks smiling.

"Of course I remember. How could I forget? It was the first time I met you."

You reminisce back to sitting in the crowd with both your parents, kicking your legs in anticipation and shoving handfuls of popcorn in your mouth. Your eight-year-old self had been waiting to see Haly's Circus for what seemed like forever. And the Flying Graysons were the best part. You watched the acrobatic performance relentlessly, each flip and swing filling your childish excitement. You watched on in awe, as two acrobats in particular - Mr and Mrs Grayson - accomplished death defying stunts without the aid of a net. But at the sight of one boy, your eyes could not leave his form. You were mesmerised by the fact that someone as young as you, would be capable of such amazing skill.

After the show, your curiosity got the best of you, wandering backstage, still eating the buttery popcorn. That same boy with the wide grin, greeted you and introduced himself. Soon the inquisitiveness of two children, grew into close friendship. Even as Dick was taken in by Bruce, the two of you were inseparable, basically connected at the hip.

You smiled a little when Dick hands you the deep blue poster. As he does so, his fingers brush gently along yours, creeping to slowly take your hand in his own. You interlock fingers just as you did when you first befriended each other. A warm blush appears on your cheeks when you look up to find him studying your features. That detective gaze, scanning your face like he would scan clues on patrol.

"(y/n)"

When he speaks your name, his voice becomes laced with endearment, deep and husky, but soft and gentle. For a second, you could pretend he was in love with you too.

"Tell me what's bothering you. Please." he pleads, eyes like a hungry puppy's; begging and desperate. You sigh, finally ready to let your emotions flow from within you, hoping that Dick would understand. "Richard, I want to tell you something that I've been holding back for a while."

My full first name. Shit, this is serious, he thought. He nodded and gulped.

"It's just," You took a deep breath. "I know that you have a certain reputation to uphold. The whole playboy thing keeps up a persona that combats the rumours about Nightwing, but the attention that you give the other girls... I can't help but feel like you've forgotten about me. I know it's selfish, and I shouldn't be complaining, but I'd just like a little more time with you. Please."

It wasn't about your love being returned anymore. It was about spending the time you had together, as best friends. Like the old days.

"Oh God. That's what you've been upset about this whole night? How could I have been so blind?" Dick lets his head fall into his hands, and cards his fingers through his glossy locks. The midnight curls separate between his fingers as his hands slide downwards to cover his face. You take his hands away from his face, and sweep his hair out of his gorgeous eyes. You couldn't look into those eyes without turning away.

"Look, (y/n)."

He sounds serious. Hopeless, even. That tone of voice is nowhere near the loveable, nonchalant Dick Grayson you know. For that reason, you sense he is about to push you away again. Though this time, you fear it will be the last time. Tears sting your eyes, threatening to spill over your mascara-covered lashes. You look down and attempt to blink them away.

"Please, look at me."

You give him your attention, your worried eyes faced with his own. He looks quavery and unkempt. Quite the opposite to his usual confident demeanour. His eyes stare into you, establishing a deep connection between your two souls. You feel a tug from somewhere deep and fathomless within you.

"I never meant to neglect you. I care about you, you know that, right?" he asks, almost frantic. He takes a long, well-needed breath, and composes himself. There. There's that confident smile. But it's nervous too, if you look close enough, stare long enough.

He clenches his jaw when he is desperate for an answer. Just as he does now. The muscles in his cheek contracting in kind of the gesture, as his teeth greets his lips in a nervous manner.

"I- I'm in love with you, (y/n)."

His jaw clenched and unclenched over and over, his teeth biting at his bottom lip. The muscle in his cheek continued to jump. He was nervous. Terrified on the inside. Afraid he wouldn't get the answer he desired.

It was like he was on the trapeze for the first time again. He was excited. His five-year-old self grinned eagerly at the idea of flying through the air, somersaulting and trying to make his parents proud.

But it was scary. What if he didn't make his mother and father pleased? What if he slipped and fell, with no net to catch him?

What if you didn't feel the same? What if you turned him down? What if his heart broke? But through all those cracks, the light of one possibility came shining through. What if you do love him back? The shy, shaky sound of your "I love you too" shook him to the core, and chased away all his doubts.

He took your face in his hands, and cradled your jaw, urging you forward into a slow kiss. It turned more passionate with each passing second, and shone through the darkness of your previous doubts.

When you pulled away, you giggled. Then you both laughed and wrapped each other in a loving embrace. "Bet those girls will really be crying now, huh?" You laughed and playfully punched his arm. He smoothed your hair over, and kissed your forehead.

"Wanna give 'em something to be jealous about?" You smirked mischievously with a glint in your eyes, then grinned at him playfully. "Well, Batgirl, may I have a dance with you?" he extended his hand and winked, one of his ocean eyes disappearing for a split second. "It would be my absolute pleasure, Boy Wonder." You gave him your hand, and let him lead you back to the lively gala.

The chandelier seemed to sparkle a little brighter this time, and the colours of gowns just a little more vivid. Your requited love placed a filtered layer over the night, fuelling the child-like giddiness of your steps. On the dance floor, Dick takes your waist, beginning to sway you from side to side to the melody of the orchestra. When the other stunning women stole a glance at the two of you, Dick had the courage to kiss your neck, pull you closer, and whisper little secrets to make you laugh.

That evening was no longer the night you wished Dick noticed you, but that was the night that he kissed you. The night he danced with you until the moon lost its glow. That was the night Richard Grayson loved you.

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[honeyandfiregame]

Little Red Rider

This self-indulgent werewolf poly smut was sponsored by @grimaugur - thank you for your patience! (2.8k words under the cut)

Even as you were buying it, you knew it was less a purchase for you and more a gift for him. Wearing it in front of the mirror, your heart started racing as you were thinking about his reaction...

You looked like a gift, all wrapped in red lace, the blush of your skin a lovely match to the color. The bra hugs your flat chest, skin peeking through the see-through fabric between the elegant patterns, the lacy panties frame your bulge nicely, but you know the real attraction is the heart-shaped hole cut out in the back. A perfect seduction to be unwrapped.

And just as you thought, he was so very pleased by the present. So much so, before you know it, you’re flat on your back on Zenos’ desk, ankles on his shoulders, hands in his as he thrusts into you so deep and good you feel like you’re melting. The red is darkening at the tip as your erection strains at the fabric and you moan helplessly, squeezing your fingers around Zenos’.

“I love this delectable view.” He smiles. “Thank you so much for the surprise, pup. Makes me want to just devour you more and more.”

It’s hard to hold a steady smile when you quake inside with every deep, dominating plunge of his cock into you, but you sink your teeth into the side your bottom lip and manage.

“You saying you’re gonna eat me? What a big, scary wolf you are,” you tease.

Zenos chuckles at that and lets go of your hands to lean down over you, shifting your legs to the crooks of his arms. He rolls his hips forward, pushing his hard length up into your walls in way that makes you arch your back, a whine drawn out.

“Yeah, the big bad wolf’s gonna eat you up,” he growls, his smirk flashing a prominent canine.

Though you feel a shot of excitement at the dangerous display, you can’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, I love you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His thrusts slow to a gentle, but deep rocking so he can rest his forehead against yours. “I love you too, bunny.”

Just after he says that, you hear the click of the door and freeze. Curious, Zenos looks over his shoulder, then winks at you.

“Hi, Day,” he calls back. Just as he does,  Day appears at his side, in the middle of removing his coat.

“Hey,” he greets casually and tilts his head to give Zenos a kiss, but even as their lips connect, Day’s scrutinizing eye is scanning your body. You feel your skin burning hot everywhere his gaze drifts, his expression unreadable.

Tossing his coat to the side, Day circles the desk and leans over you.

“What’s this?” He tilts his head. His finger hooks on the front of your bra and - snap! You flinch as he slips his finger away, shooting the band of the bra back against your chest. It was a tiny sting, barely anything, but by the twitch of his lips, you know he liked the way you jumped.

Zenos runs his hands down your sides to grab your hips as he leans back, gearing up for one, harsh thrust that makes you throw your head back and moan. Both of your wolves are leaning over you now, smirks on their faces.

“Oh, Little Red here decided he’d buy something frilly and offer himself up to a couple of wolves,” Zenos finally answers, returning to a more even, pleasure-inducing rhythm. “Wanna get a taste yourself?”

You flash Day a smile and he returns his own insincere, wolf-toothed version of the gesture.

“Hm. Cute. I suppose I will.” He stands and unzips his jeans. “Or it’s more like he will.”

You lick your lips as he pulls his lengthy cock out, still only half-mast, waving it in your face.

Realizing this position isn’t going to work, you’re left feeling empty when Zenos pulls out. Ignoring your whimper of protest, you’re pulled off the desk and turned around. A hand on the back of your neck bends you over until your face is once again right in front of Day’s crotch.

Your body clenches with yearning as you feel the hot touch of Zenos’ cock, but he doesn’t slide in again. Instead, hands press in your soft cheeks, effectively slotting his shaft between them to grind teasingly against your hole.

Day’s hand on the back of your head draws your attention forward as he cants his hips, docking the tip of his hardening cock against your lips. Unable to resist the temptation of his lewd masculinity, your lips part, your tongue meeting the taste of his crown instantly.

He makes no indication he enjoys your ministrations on his cock, but you know him better than that. So, you brace your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady and lavish his shaft with your tongue and soft lips until it grows, flushed with blood and arousal coursing through his veins.

Only then, when you invite his eager erection into your mouth, does he let his pleasure show in the form of a near-growled hum at the back of his throat. It’s that sound that rushes excitement straight between your legs; you couldn’t get more hard if you tried. You might burst the moment Zenos gets it in his head he should fill you again.

Speaking of, Zenos seemed to have been enjoying the show for long enough, staining the back of those panties with his freely leaking pre and making the fabric stick to your butt. With no warning other than the heat briefly disappearing behind you and the grip on your hips tightening, Zenos thrusts into you again.

With your lips touching the knot swelling the base of Day’s cock, your throat filled with his meat, any sound from your vocal cords is severely muffled. But, still; your sensitive walls split open, sparks struck in your nerves, you moan. You moan loud.

Day grunts, his hips jolting against your face as his fingers curl into a fist in your hair. His veins pulse against your tongue, an involuntary spurt of pre coating the back of your throat and filling your senses with his inhuman musk. You pull back just enough to seal your lips around the head, suckling on his tip like you can coax more lewd fluid arousal from him.

“Mm. I like this position,” Zenos comments. His hand smooths over your back and finds a firm cheek of your ass, spreading it just a bit. “Lets me see everything.”

His hips press in close, filling you in a way you’ve already been but that feels new and right every time. It’s deep, intimate thrusts, pushing his cock almost too far inside you, but your body accepts it every time.

“Ngh, this was a bad idea,” Day grunts. You look up to see his eyes closed, head tilted to the side. “Every time you thrust, he makes a sound and I feel it in my dick.”

“Too much for you?” Zenos asks teasingly over you, a conversation like you’re not even there.

“As if... Ah, fuck.”

Day cradles your head in his hands. Recognizing what’s about to come next, you do your best to open your jaw wide and relax your throat.

Just like that, his cock spears your throat with a quick thrust of his hips. Zenos in the back helps set the pace and soon you’re bouncing back and forth, two werewolf cocks sawing in and out of you at both ends like you’re just their chew toy.

Zenos leans forward to rest his hand against your clothed erection - not even wrapping his fingers around it, just letting his thrusts push your cock into his palm and letting the panties overstimulate your tip, the wet patch already formed creating a friction that has your eyes rolling back.

Day’s cock throbs against your tongue, salty, intoxicating pre filling your mouth and spilling down your chin in a mix of saliva even as you attempt to swallow. Your legs feel weak, your shaky fingers struggle for purchase on the front of Day’s jeans, to keep you steady. Just a rag doll, a fuck toy for wolves wrapped in a pretty red bow, your head swims. Moans rise muffled in the back of your mind, involuntarily, wholly lustful in the flush of pink on your skin all over.

So good, your body’s locked in a struggle to keep your sanity for these tense few moments. You think Zenos is saying something over your head, but all sound is drowned out by the swimming pleasure and sound of skin slapping skin. You catch glimpses of Day’s face and you swear you see annoyance for just a second.

Suddenly, his cock is yanked free of your massaging throat muscles. You gasp for air you’d been deprived as Day lets you go and Zenos’ arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest.

You let out a confused sound, but can’t form the words. “Just a little longer,” Zenos says in a husky whisper, breathing more ragged than before. “Just a bit. I’m close.”

As his rhythm speeds up, pelvis clapping against your ass, two of his fingers force themselves into your mouth, pressing into the soft, flat of your tongue and yanking your jaw down. You moan freely, the almost whorish sound now louder than ever, unburdened by the shaft once buried in your throat.

Speaking of Day, he’s not being left out of the action as he presses in close, his hand diving into your panties. Calloused fingers wrapping around your flushed, sensitive cock and soft, relentless lips against the column of your throat, you shake between the both of them, pleasure threading up your spine to stab through your cognizance.

Your inner walls spasm around Zenos’ shaft. You feel the growl in his chest against your back before your hear it right by your ear, the feral sound bleeding into a groan that has your knees going weak. Your body begs for more as you’re pushed faster and faster to the edge, eager, desperate even, for all the pleasure they can induce within you.

Zenos can barely gasp another warning before his hands fall to your hips to brand finger-shaped, wine-colored bruises into your skin as he yanks your ass back against him. His cock swells and you’re instantly flooded with the heat of his seed fired off inside you, painting your walls sticky white.

His bucking against you and Day’s hand twisting around your slippery cock, stimulation from both sides, you can’t take it anymore. You throw your head back, muscles seizing, as you’re plunged over the edge.

Your needy cock jumps in Day’s grip, dirtying his hand with the spill of your semen over his palm. A cry rises in your throat as you tremble in the strong grips of men completely enraptured by your body.

Almost as quickly as it started, it ends and you’re left empty when Zenos pulls his cock out with a slick sound. Finally reaching their limit, your legs give out and you slump to your knees, slipping free of their grasps.

You don’t get a moment to collect yourself before Day grips your hair again. Oh, right. You came, but you’re not done yet.

You flash Day a tired smile as he tilts your head back. His free hand wraps around his shaft, blatantly smearing the cum you coated his hand with on his cock. He says nothing, but the look in his eyes says everything. The way he looks down on you, like he couldn’t be more pleased by the sight of you on your knees, the flush of your cheeks, the loose way you just let him manipulate your body. He’s not an Alpha, but he is your Alpha. He and Zenos, both. Claiming you as their own; an ownership you’re glad to accept.

And now he’s standing powerfully over you, pumping his fist up and down his hard, hot cock and you know what he’s got in mind. But what he doesn’t know is what Zenos has got on his mind.

With no warning, the previously disappeared Zenos comes up behind Day, leans into his side, and slips his hand down to Day’s crotch.

“Ah!” Day jolts, but it’s not a displeased sound out of his mouth as Zenos’ fingers wrap around Day’s knot. Immediately his expression changes, his sensitivity exploited too much for his mask of stoicism to cover the failed stifling of his pleasure across his face.

Eager to work with Zenos, you muster the last of your strength and swoop in. Day’s balls churn with the need for his release as your lips meet his sack, your tongue curling out to lavish the full, heavy orbs in the worship they deserve. Day groans more openly than he ever has, his hips pushing forward, surely independent of his input.

“Ngh, you’re such a jerk,” Day grunts, but the lewdness coating his words takes the punch out of them.

Zenos presses a kiss to Day’s cheek. “We’re just eager to get you off,” you hear him whisper against Day’s cheek.

Pulling skin between your lips, the hickey you leave on his balls will fade quickly, but the trembling of his precious sensitivities is satisfying in itself.

Day swears loudly, Zenos’ expert fingers playing across his hypersensitive knot and your eager mouth between his legs just too much for him. Barely a second later, he’s cumming.

His voice breaks when it tries too hard to cry out the way it needs to convey his pleasure. It’s almost cute, but you know he’d hate it if you said that.

His knot swells in Zenos’ hand as his hips buck. A rope of cum fires off from his tip, but the rest just spills forth, no force to it, the inhuman volume just too much to do anything other than flow down his shaft. You feel it in your hair, your eyelashes, sliding down the bridge of your nose, catching on the corners of your mouth.

You don’t mind. If anything, it makes you part your lips, your tongue dragging up the underside of his spasming cock to catch every last drop of cum it has to give.

A trickle of blood slides down Day’s chin from the force with which he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

He finishes off by angling his dick down to dribble the last of his cum down your collarbone, letting it pool in your bra. You shiver at the feeling of your perky nipples rubbing against the now-soaked, lacy fabric with each movement. Willing yourself not to get hard again, for the sake of your poor overworked nerves, you sit back and smile sweetly up at your boys, mess that you are right now.

Leaving Day to deal with his sticky mess, Zenos circles around him to kneel beside you. He leans in, ignoring the cum still staining your skin like it’s nothing, and your lips meet almost chastely, a gentle, sweet kiss.

“You’re the best, bunny. I love you.” That smile could win over a million hearts, but here he is, smiling for you and you alone. Though it turns a little sheepish as he looks down, taking in the state of your brand new lingerie. “...Sorry about this. I hope they clean up alright.”

You shake your head. It’s what you bought the set for. You’re more than glad if they’ve both gotten some enjoyment out of it.

“You’re a right mess, though,” Zenos sighs, then another smile tugs at his lips. “Wanna take a bath with me?”

He chuckles at your eager nod, then looks to Day, who’s still standing there, softening cock still hanging free from his zipper, staring down at his hand. He meets your gazes, clearly contemplating something. Something Zenos catches easily.

“Day...” His tone is warning, expression just on the cusp of exasperation. “You know you have to clean up properly this time.”

Day clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes rolling away from the chastising Alpha. “I know.”

He probably wants to just tuck himself back in his pants and escape the syrupy sweet affection that comes after this kind of play, but not this time.

You’re lifted into Zenos’ arms with ease, comfortably cradled against his chest. As he turns to head to the bathroom, you catch Day’s gaze again. You smile at him, reaching your hand out.

He eyes the offering and it’s like you can physically see his resolve cracking. Finally, he slips his hand into yours, flashing what only you know is a smile, just for you.

Dating two werewolves at the same time is sometimes exhausting, sometimes irritating, sometimes awfully sticky. But you can’t imagine having it any other way.

[yzssie]

FANFIC GONE... GOOD? Pt. 2

Characters: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Chapters: 2/3

Warnings: (College) Teacher x student, smut.

Words: 2.6k

A/N:  

Sorry for the late update everyone!! I decided to extend this fic a and it got me a little bit more time than I was expecting. I want to admit I was very shocked and touched by how many people liked this fanfic!!! I am so happy that you all enjoyed this and hope you will stay till the end!  ❤ ❤

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I am writing only for Tom and his characters and I currently have only one work in progress except this, called “Ocean Eyes”. I also do drabbles/imagines! If you have any request hit me with an ask!

*part 3 is out, check Masterlist*

Feeling embarrassed to see Mr. Hiddleston the next day after the whole little adventure, you felt like not going to the college and so you did. And the next day too, and the next day too.

But now it’s the fourth day and you start to feel bad for avoiding classes. You messed this up by yourself so you should take action. Even if you’re going to be expelled or not, even if your teacher will hate you now, you can manage it… Can you?

Two hours later, you run through the corridor because you were still deciding upon going or not and found yourself late. It’s college though, nobody cares if you are late a few minutes, but you honestly don’t want Mr. Hiddleston’s attention more than you already have it anyway. But unlucky you, the door is closed when you arrive in front of the classroom and you wonder if you should really go in or not. After a few seconds, you curse under your breath and open the door slowly. His look stops on you for longer than you were expecting but shrugged it off, continuing his explanation. But what do you see now that you managed to escape his mesmerizing eyes? All the back seats were occupied by some new people and your heart sinks when the only empty seat was right in the front row. Your friend gives you an apologetic smile while you sit down and try to avoid making eye contact with your teacher.

Tom couldn’t deny that your absence caught his attention, though he understands it, he felt relieved when he saw you walking through the door. At the same time, he is feeling conflicted by your presence, memories of your little vicious fanfiction coming back to his mind. He sees you avoiding to peek at him and can’t help but smirk. You probably think he’s furious, and God he is, but you stirred something in him, something inexplicable and he becomes aware of his uncomfortable twitch in his pants. All the fantasies, the fetishes you hide behind your quite image, which he understands it is now only a façade for your sensual self. He hasn’t seen you around with boys much, even if he could observe their glances to your hidden body, but you never glanced back, at least that’s how it looked like during the breaks between his two courses with your class on Monday.

“Ok class, quick test,” his voice stops your pen from scribbling and everyone groans.

He never gave one. Is he mad because he saw you? Your eyes look up and meet his, holding the stare a little before you break the eye contact. He shares the test papers on each desk, his arm brushing your shoulder while he passes by you, making you flinch.

“You have 10 minutes,” he sits back at his desk and his gaze bores into you.

He now gets the chance to properly look at you for the first time. Your Y/H/C hair is falling on your delicate back in soft waves, few of your strands covering your shoulders and the sides of your blushing cheeks. He noted your reaction at his “accidental brush”. Your clothes are always pretty classy, not revealing much, but just subtly showing some of your curves, like your firm round ass that accentuated your waist more. You aren’t exactly the very skinny type, mostly because you are pretty tall and that will not be the best choice for those deliciously looking legs, thighs a little bit thick, urging hands to grab them. Unfortunately or not, today you aren’t wearing pants, but an over knee length skirt, matching with your mahogany blouse. His eyes travel to your exposed collarbone, the part of your body it seems you always preferred to show off more, smooth skin unstained. Your blouse is nicely wrapping your breasts, not too big but not too small. He’s now finding you attractive, despite he never thought about his students as potential partners. His eyes are now on your rosy lips which you bite while answering his questions and his thoughts fly at the idea of his own teeth grazing over them. You probably noticed his gaze on you because you start shaking your leg, unwillingly exposing more skin.

You feel his stare and squirm into your seat, afraid to glimpse at him. Is there any chance that he actually read your perverted confessions? This can’t be, can’t it? He deleted it in front of you. His darkened pierce on your figure is saying otherwise, there was no anger, no discomfort in his blue tainted orbs, but, lust? Are you imagining things? Yes, you might be.

“Alright, gather the tests to the first seat and you’re free to go.”

Everyone gives their test papers to you and you arrange them before handling to Tom, staring down. His fingers brush slightly yours while taking them and you can already feel goosebumps. Muttering a greeting, you turn away.

“Miss Y/N.”

You swear you almost died at how your name rolls on his tongue.

“Mind to drop off by my office in few minutes? I think there’s something you might want to explain.”

Shit. Shittttttttttttttttt. He knows. He read it. How?

“Ye… yes?” you stammer and he raises an eyebrow. “Yes,” a soft-spoken answer escapes your mouth.

You stop for the bathroom, checking yourself in the mirror while thinking of lies you could tell, but there is nothing.

Fuck, I'm going to get expelled, that's it.

You knock on the door and he opens it himself and you almost swear he checked the surroundings before closing it.

“It's truly amusing. Some days ago you were breaking in and now you barely knock on it.”

You don't reply while you stand up in front of his desk, not turning to look at him. He scans your back and his eyes stop on your ass. Oh, the urge.

“I truly enjoyed your essay,” he takes a seat on the small sofa in his office and you raise an eyebrow at his choice while he spreads his legs. “I think it’s truly…unique,” he rubs his beard.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” your voice is trembling, more because of how alluring he looks.

“Oh, I think you do,” he chuckles darkly and motions you to get closer. You do as you’re told and his hand grasps yours, turning you around and you tense. You’re practically standing up in front of your teacher who’s at the level of your ass.

“Strip,” his husky voice startles you. You turn your head around to look at him and his serious stare shocks you. This is really happening. “Do it before I tear off your clothes by myself.”

You shiver and with trembling hands get rid of your skirt. He sighs at the sight of your delicious ass covered with only white lacy panties. He pulls your waist before you even touch your blouse and makes you cradle his lap from the back, his hands land on your breasts and you moan, throwing your head on his shoulder. Your legs are thrown over his knees and they're open wide, making you totally vulnerable in this position. His gaze fixes to your front part, a wet trail staining your panties.

“Oh my, were you wearing this kind of lingerie from the beginning? Waiting for me to approve of you?”

There is no answer and an extremely gentle slap covers your core.

“Ah,” you gasp and he grips your thigh, waiting for the answer.

“Every day,” you reply and another slap lands on your left thigh, but this time you try to hold in the noise.

His hands are massaging your tits and you let out a moan. “I should reward you for being such a good student, shouldn’t I?” one of his hand travels to your stomach but pauses there, not going lower. “I do not hear you.”

“Yes,” a high pitched answer barely escapes from your lips when he tears off your panties. You are totally soaked.

“Did you touch yourself while writing down your fantasies about me?”

Oh, you did. You bite your lips at his question and try to raise your body a little bit to guide his hand where you need it but he pushes yourself down, his arm strongly keeping you in place.

“Answer me,” he thrusts his clothed manhood into your ass and another moan is heard.

“Sometimes,” you sharply inhale as your lower part is aching for attention.

“Show me,” he whispers and you would have come right there at his seductive tone. Your hand messily finds your folds and you slowly rub them, closing your eyes. He takes in the view, your hand traveling to your clit and slowly rubbing it, gaining a whimper from your pouty lips. He has never seen a hotter picture than you in his arms, doing yourself at his request. His crotch is rock hard and his lips land on your neck, wet soft kisses trailing down your sensitive skin. The hand resting on your stomach travels down and grasps yours, guiding your own finger to enter your glistening hole. You moan when he inserts your index finger with his own, pumping slowly inside your tightening walls.

“Mr. Hiddleston,” you moan, melting into his hold.

“Tell me what do you want love,” he removes your hand but quickly returns with two fingers of his own.

“You,” you finally buck your hips and try to meet his thrusts.

“Details sweetheart,” his fingers fasten the movements and you barely can think in English at that moment. He hits your sensitive spot quickly and you become a moaning mess in his lap. He stops right when your orgasm is approaching and you whine. “If you won’t talk I will not allow your release.”

He wants to hear your own voice stating the fantasies you have been writing.

“I want to you fuck me,” you pant when you see he has no intention to keep fingering you.

“How?” his tongue licks your neck.

“Here, on the couch, on the desk, on the wall, floor, everywhere you want,” you give in and a growl emanates from him.

“Look at me,” he grips your chin and you open your eyes slowly, meeting his darkened ones. “I will ravish you in all the ways possible for making my teacher life a struggle,” he turns you around and you throw your hands around his neck, kissing him deeply. His lips were so soft against yours and he tasted sweet but spicy, an aftertaste similar to drinking whiskey cream. Your hands are struggling with his shirt buttons and you finally expose his chiseled chest, muscles tense at your fragile touch. You graze your nails on his abdomen, making him moan and throw his head back on the couch. You unbuckle his belt quickly and rub his clothed dick, this time enticing a loud groan. He removes his pants and places your core on his thigh. Your heart flips when you realize what he is going to do.

“Thigh riding huh?” he smirks at the memory of your fanfiction which included various ways of pleasuring methods he wouldn’t have initiated with anyone. But you are different, you yearn for him, for his touch. You fantasize about submitting to him, body and mind, eager for whatever he has in mind. And oh, how many things he will do to you. You wrecked his imagination, you brought up a feral side of him he didn’t think he had. And now you will be the one to be punished, to suffer and get pleasure for everything he will unveil. You will become his and he will become yours as you’ve always wanted.

He grips your waist and makes yourself rub on his skin, looking into your hooded eyes. You gasp at the new sensation, you wrote about it but never tried. Your hips start moving by themselves, and as soon as you try to break contact he jumps his knee, making you yelp.

“I want you to look at me when you cum, maintain the eye contact unless you want to try the orgasm denial today,” his lips twitch and you want to curse at him. How can you keep your gaze onto his face? Those eyes are so intimidating, so needy, revealing a new image of the teacher who made your head spin. His breath was getting heavier like yours, lips parted, wetting them whenever his gaze is shortly moving to your juices spilling on his thighs. His eyebrows furrow at each moan you give out, exposing the pleasure he gets from torturing you but at the same time the rush for the need to bond with you. A silent gasp envelops your expression, trying to look straight at him while a hot wave hits your whole body. You steady yourself supporting your body with your arms on his thigh while your core finally releases the frustration with a shaking orgasm.

“That was so fucking hot,” his British accent makes your core ache again as if it hasn’t had its release seconds ago.

He leads you on the couch but right when his boxers are meant to fly, a knock makes both of you jump from the compromising position. He quickly buttons up his shirt and you grab your skirt, forgetting the panties which were ripped anyway. He grabbed and stuffed them in his pocket while leaning into his armchair.

“Yes,” he clears his voice before shifting his gaze to the person entering his office.

“Tom, I need you to…” the blonde woman stops when she sees you sitting on the chair in front of him. “Oh, did I disturb you from something?”

“No,” he replies while shoving some fallen papers under his desk and acting as he is searching for something by flipping some other documents.

“Finally got yourself a teacher assistant?” she smirks while she seats next to you and you greet her with a soft tone.

“I actually did,” he seems unfazed by the woman’s glances at your flushed face. Could she see that you have just had an orgasm? Your appearance must be a little bit messy and your mind panics at the thought.

“Really? I thought I would be seeing all the female students cueing in front of your door,” she smirks and for a moment you feel pissed at her mocking tone.

“I did not announce it. Just brought in my best student, isn’t this how it should actually be?” he stops to look at you, eyes drawling on your lips before returning to the blonde teacher who was savoring his presence through her eyes. You could tell she’s totally into him because you know that stare very well, only that you kept hiding yours, not showing it off as a hungry hyena.

“Well, I am sure that everyone in your class tries really hard to gain your attention,” she crosses her leg over the other.

“I am pretty sure teachers might try the same,” you reply nonchalant and her eyes widen at your bold statement. Tom smirks amused at your subtle outburst and quickly shifts the woman’s attention to him.

“Did you come for the grades checking right? I almost forgot,” he stands up and you both do the same.

“Is it fine if we do it in your office? Mine is a mess as you can notice, I can’t find some old essays and I needed help, but as it is probably obvious, we haven’t had any luck yet,” his legs head for the door and the other teacher smiles at him.

“Of course Tom,” the way his name draws on her tongue makes you sick. She exists first and you follow her next, but Tom grabs your hand.

“Don’t wear any underwear tomorrow,” he whispers and you feel a thrill traveling your spine, “And make sure I see it,” he quickly lets go of you with a light slap on your ass and excuses himself to the bathroom.

Oh, the bulge.

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Phantasmal Reverb (closed)

@maskedmuses​

His sleep was; as it’d been the past few nights, thin and troubled. The nightmares that he suffered were escalating to the point where even after awakening Mell still found himself within their grip; the phantoms of his mind clinging and making it hard to think, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to even exist. And tonight was no exception.

He lay in his bed with the darkness present in his bedroom pressing down on him from every angle---a confusing, uncountable tangle of hands smothering him; hands holding his arms and legs, hands pressing on his chest, pressing into over his eyes, hands clamped over his mouth, fingers locked and digging around his throat---

Mell couldn’t move. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe.

And with these hands came a voice hovering in the darkness just above his head. The voice sent a chill up his restrained spine not because of the lingering, clinging horror of his dreams nor because it was particularly frightening in its tone, no, it was because the voice was FAMILIAR.

‘Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name---’

Mell was starting to squirm in spite of the shadows hands holding him down, the lips covered by the formless black moving, mouthing one word over and over again: stop.

‘Have mercy on me, O Father---’

Stop stop stop stop stop stop---

‘As I, Thine servant, ask for your blessing---’

Stop stop stop stop please stop stop sto---

‘Cast their souls into eternal damnation---’

And then Mell was moving; his hands rising and clawing wildly at the darkness holding him prone, as if he sought to rip the tongue out of the mouth forming that curse those words. Stop stop stop you have to s t o p....!! There’s a muffled thumping sound as he moves erratically and slides over the side of his bed only to land on the floor in an ungainly thump. His heart was hammering inside his chest hard enough to break his ribs, his breath coming in fast, wheezing pants now that his throat was released from that horrible grip. Every beat ached, every breath burned and still that voice was there---no, it was everywhere now. It spilled out from his own lips, two voices mingling together in a husky, reverent prayer.

“Forever and ever, cast their souls into eternal damnation for I am---”

Another thump sounded in the otherwise still house then, and suddenly a new kind of terror seized the young man. Now the brain residing within his skull seemed to burn and liquefy, his body moving of it’s own accord as he lunges to his feet and half runs half scrambles to his bedroom door and wrenches it open. Something was wrong. Something had happened. Something terrible, something awful, something familiar---

His eyes saw blood splashed across the floorboards set before him---but only for a second---and then it cleared and what he was left to look at was far worse: Nellie. Nellie lay on the floor of the hallway, her small body looking skeletal in her violet colored nightgown.

“Nellie----!”

Mell throws himself at his sister, his sweat covered hands grasping her by the shoulders and hauling her upwards. There’s blood---blood splashed down the front of her nightgown, staining it black, blood flowing from her pale lips--- “Nellie! Nellie, can you hear me!?”

But no matter how hard he jostles her, no matter how loudly he calls she doesn’t stir or reply. There’s a faint fluttering of her eyelashes against her normally pink---but now dreadfully flushed---cheeks and nothing more. He could feel the heat radiating from his sister’s small frame, the strength of it seeming to burn his hands.

Looking at her head lolling downwards like a broken doll sent him into a frenzy, his mind emptying of all thought in a matter of a single second. Nellie! Nellie! I have to help Nellie!!! She could help her!!!

And then Mell’s on his feet without even realizing it with his sister held in his arms like a princess broken doll. The flaxen haired boy charges down the hall and out of the house his parents owned, charging out into the midnight rain with bare feet and a blazing, addled mind. he charges out into the night towards the witch!! Azuna’s apartment with the voice from his nightmares laughter ringing in his ears.

Every frantic step was a cold slap as Mell threw himself down the empty streets. It was as if he and his dying? ill sister were the only two people left in the whole world. His lungs burned. His entire body ached---Nellie felt like she weight a thousand pounds---but he had to keep going. Every step made the buzzing in his head increase in intensity like a broken radio dial, snatches of words and images flaring inside his mind fever bright as he ran. A mansion. A rose garden. A painting ripped to shreds. White hair. Flaxen. Red. An arm lying in a pool of blood. A lake. An impossibly large lake with a cottage resting nearby. Blood. So much blood. The blood he’d glimpsed on her unsullied nightgown was still there to him---darker now, thicker now, spreading. It dripped down her legs and formed puddles as he carried her.

His lungs burned like fire, the cold air being drawn into his open mouth as he panted for air bringing him no relief. And yet Mell ran, ran desperately. He had to see her! She’d know what to do! Oh please, tell me what to do!

A man with short black hair. A blade pressed against his sister’s throat. Is that where all this blood had come from?! A slender key on an iron chain. Strands of silver, strands of red, of black---

Mell ran as thunder rumbled all around---a storm forecast on the evening news now coming to pass with a vengeance. Mell ran with his wheezing, trembling sister in his arms to a million different places a mansion a garden a church a cottage by the lake Azuna’s apartment as if said rain would be made of a c i d, as if the downpour would destroy the tether his mind was currently clinging to. He cried out despite himself---the yelp of a panicked child---as the sky opened up above him without warning and cold harsh droplets of rain began sheeting down. Mell ran and ran and ran and ran----and then, finally, when he felt like his body would give out entirely or that his mind would crack under the strain it was being set against he saw a familiar sign in the dark.

He puts on a burst of speed, his bloodied, trembling feet carrying him across the deserted streets and up a flight of stairs---and then another---and then her door is in sight. Unable to stop, unwilling to stop, Mell crashes against it bodily. If it’d been unlocked it would've flown open---but it was far after midnight and decent people were asleep---not that it stopped him. Mell stood there with Nellie’s body pressed between his own and the door and with one hand (after reluctantly letting his sister go) hammering on the door in hard, fasts beats.

“Azuna----!! Ahhh---ah, Azuna are you there??! Please, open the door!!! I need your help!!!” His words are interrupted by sharp pants, his entire body trembling so hard that even his sister seemed to be rattling. Mell banged on her door again as a note of desperation broke through and flooded into his voice, turning it into a shout that his lungs shouldn’t be capable of producing given the strain. “Azuna!! It’s Nellie!! You have to help us--! I need you, please!!!”