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Prompts 35 & 40 - You’re sexy when you’re angry/Good girl

Pairing: Harry Villiers x reader

Warnings: swearing, nsfw content

Request: “Can you do a Harry Villars imagine with prompts 35 and 40 😁 (can't believe I am asking such) xx but your stories are perfection!”

Word count: 860

You zapped the channels, yet nothing could capture your attention.

Harry was late home for almost two hours now, and you were pissed off. He’s constantly hanging out with that club of his, so for once you wanted to spend a nice evening with him.

You sighed as you turned off the TV and tossed the remote control aside, rising from the sofa and making a beeline for the bathroom, ready to do your skincare routine and go to sleep.

As you were rubbing in your serum, you finally heard the door unlocking, meaning Harry’s back. Anger flickered inside of you as you decided to ignore him until he comes to you himself.

You heard steps as you were pressing your palms to your cheeks so that serum would absorb better when you saw his ragged reflection in the mirror. You could tell he had a bit to drink, his eyes had these sparks in them.

“Going already?” he asked cheekily, what infuriated you even more.

You set your palms to rest on either side of the sink. “Where the fuck were you?”

“Lost track of time.” he answered with the corners of his lips slightly upturned as he was leaning against the doorway, perfectly aware that you’ll see through his lies.

“You, fucking tosser,” you whispered venomously, still eyeing his reflection in the mirror.

He loved infuriating you. He loves any passionate emotion, no matter the consequences it brings. Perhaps he does this on purpose, coming home late and ignoring you texts and calls, so that anger would rise in you which only he can extinguish.

He stepped closer to you as he slid his fingers under your white camisole, hanging over your hips. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”

You forcefully slapped his hands away and attempted to escape the cage he trapped you in, but he pressed himself to your back even more, blocking any escape route you may seek.

You felt his plump lips kiss just below your ear, your sweet spot, as he trailed them down to the crook of your neck, all the while trailing his slender fingers up to your ribs. “Want you so bad.” he whispered.

You imagined smashing his head to the counter, but the problem was you wanted him just as bad.

“I hate you,” you whimpered as you closed your eyes and hung your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Love you too, sweets.”

You gasped quietly as he snaked his hand even further up your chest, trapping your nipple between his fore and middle fingers, just how you liked it, as the other teased the hem of your fluffy shorts, threatening to sneak under them.

“Harry,” you mewled, placing your palm on his and trying to force it down your panties.

“Be patient.” he whispered as he sucked on your jugular, marking you.

You ran one of your hands through his hair, while leaning to the counter with the other, so desperate for balance. He groaned into your neck, making your lower stomach inflame with passion even more.

Finally, you felt his fingertips tease your folds, circling around your clit. “So wet for me already.”

“Yes,” you mewled as you placed your palm on his, increasing the pressure of his fingers.

“Greedy, too.”

You were going crazy with the pace his fingers maintained, all the while feeling the tent in his pants against your backside. He figured you were closed because you were moaning loud and non-stop, thus he suddenly withdrew his fingers from your center.

Your eyes shot open in a newfound rage as you were ready to scream from frustration, but then you heard his belt being unbuckled and knew better things were coming.

He rammed into you without any warning, coaxing out a choked gasp out of you, steam setting on the mirror in front of you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nudging it with his nose as you couldn’t tear away your eyes from the reflection in the mirror.

So dirty, so animalistic. Yet so deep and passionate.

His pace fastened as he yanked one of your bent legs on the counter, the border ramming painfully into the milky flesh of your thigh, yet that deepened the pleasure even more, allowing him to plunge even further into you, hitting all the right spots.

You groaned loudly when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked it back curtly.

“I –I’m close,” you gasped as he ceaselessly pounded you, your breasts jiggling as he held one of them in his hand. “I’m coming!”

Your whole body shook as you gushed all over his dick, feeling his own release inside of you just moments after. Your bent leg dropped down, but if not his hands on your hips, you would’ve dissolved to the ground like jelly.

You gazed at each other through the reflection in front of you, the love act forever indented in the mirror, your breathing setting the mist all over it, clouding the sight.

“Good girl.” he cooed before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek, as if he hadn’t just pounded you on the bathroom sink.

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Them Cheating On You

Trying something different, I got this request below and thought I would do small blurbs on each. 

Masterlist

Requested by anonymous: 

‘Alrighty I got three requests to ask of you!

Harry Villers angst

Tommy Shelby angst

Bjorn Ironside angst

Basically I wonder what would happen with a cheating kind of thing. Would the reader get back with them or would they say “uh bu-bye bye”’

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Cheating, arguing, shouting, mention of sex and death

(A/N: I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING!!! IT’S THE ONE OF THE LOWEST THINGS A PERSON CAN DO!)

Harry Villiers

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I was a fucking idiot. Why did I think he would change? Why did I think our relationship would be different? He was like that snake in the Garden of Eden, if you wanted to be really metaphorical. Slithering his way towards you, and you know it was wrong to even pay attention to him but you couldn’t help it; he tempted you to do things, he charmed you to think that you were missing out on so much, and the only way to really start living life was to be with him.

I could feel eyes on me as I walked through the halls at uni, wishing I could storm through the crowds without attracting any attention. This was humiliating, it was mortifying! I had ignored friends, ignored the rumours about him, ignored the red flags that were practically slapping me in the face. I had always said I would never fall for someone like Harry Villiers, I wouldn’t be one of those girls that fell into these kind of traps. So why was I here? Because I couldn’t resist those gorgeous eyes...no those betraying eyes!

I knocked hard on his door repeatedly until he opened it, leaning against the door frame. He looked me up and down with a smirk, shirt on but not buttoned up, hair slightly messy. Normally I would push him back inside and immediately jump on him, but not today. 

“I didn’t know you were coming over today my darling.” he said, reaching up to hold my chin between his fingers, but I slapped it away.

“Don’t.” I disappointingly whispered out wishing I wasn’t crying and could snap at him.

“What’s wrong?” his face showed concern though I could tell he was pretending.

“You are the most horrible person I’ve ever met.” I sobbed. I didn’t care that we were going to argue in the hallway with a few people passing by.

“And why’s that?” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Stop acting stupid! You cheated on me! We’ve been together four months Harry, and that doesn’t include the month we started dating. We had established we were in a relationship, you told me that it was us now. If you wanted to leave, you had your chance, you could have told me. Instead you stab me in the back and make me look like a fucking twat in front of the entire university!”

“Who’s told you this then?”

“Everyone Harry!”

“(Y/N), you knew I was a bachelor, girls will always want me whether I’m with someone or not.”

My mouth and eyes opened wide.“How could you say something so disgusting?!”

“You’re a smart girl (Y/N). You should have seen this coming.”

Harry went to close the door, and I even surprised myself when I stopped him, let alone him. He looked panicked as I barged in, slamming the door behind me. I glared at him, not caring about the tears gushing out of my eyes just then; my voice was going to be strong, I was going to make my point. 

“You know what Harry? I’m not going to waste my time lecturing you about how wrong you are, how you are the biggest piece of shit in the world. Because you’ve already heard it a thousand times over, and clearly you’ve never listened. So I’ll leave you with this. Soon enough, girls are going to catch on that you are the easy one, not them. You’re the one who offers himself to anything with a vagina. And they’ll leave you behind in the dust, no one will ever want to even look at you because of how ugly your personality is. Don’t ever talk to me again, don’t ever contact me again, don’t even think about me again. Fuck you Harry Villiers!”

Before he had a chance to say anything back, I dashed out of the door, slamming it once again. I leaned against it for a few seconds, catching my breath. I couldn’t give a fuck about my tears anymore, it wasn’t as if no one knew what was going on. Quickly pushing myself away from his room, I headed back to my own, needing time to lie down. Yes, I was still heart broken, I felt betrayed, but there was slight relief now that I had got some anger out of my system. It was going to take time to heal, but looking back, I was extremely lucky to get that bastard out of my life before it was too late.

Thomas Shelby

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“Miss Shelby, Mr Shelby has requested not to be disturbed-”

“I don’t care.” I snapped at the poor maid, knowing I would regret that later.“Now you may make sure no one disturbs us.” 

I carelessly threw my hat, coat and handbag onto the sofa as I passed by it, hearing her scramble for it. Tommy was in his office as usual, and I burst in, waiting for the maid to shut it behind me. My eyes were staring down Tommy was was stood over his desk, cigarette just lit, he couldn’t look more bothered if he tried.

“So you slept with her?” I just came out with it.

“(Y/N)-”

“Don’t start with the lies Tom. I heard Polly talking about it, and she wasn’t afraid to tell me the truth.”

He sighed.“Fine. I did. Does that make you happy?”

“Oh yes, now that everything is cleared up I’m overjoyed Thomas!” I threw my hands up in the air, letting them flop back down at my sides.“Of course it fucking doesn’t.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Why did you do it?”

“I had to.”

“You had to?”

“It was...part of a business move.”

“So cheating on your wife, sleeping with another woman was all to do with business? That’s an awful excuse, even for you.”

“Why can’t you just accept my answer?”

“Because it’s bullshit Tom!” I approached the desk, fists clenched.“It’s not as if you have a clean record with this kind of thing.”

“If I didn’t do it, she wouldn’t agree to this deal, and this deal included the safety of my family, the safety of you!”

“Oh, really? So you couldn’t just put a bullet in her?”

“You know that’s not how this works.”

“That’s how it usually goes down.”

“It’s hard to explain-”

“I’m sure it is. But this won’t be. I’m leaving Tom, I can’t be with a man who thinks sleeping with other women is good for business.” 

“For fucks sake,” he harshly put out his cigarette, rounding the table and standing in front of me,“why can’t you trust me?”

I raised my voice.“Because you fucking cheated on me!”

“Fine. Then what are you going to do when you leave? What money will you have? Where will you go?”

“Are you..are you-”

“Threatening? Blackmailing? No, I’m just telling you the truth about this matter.”

“Just because I wouldn’t be living in a lavish house or have your money at my dispense, doesn’t mean-”

“You won’t have anything.”

“Stop interrupting!”

“You’ll soon see that I had to do this. That woman is more powerful that anyone we’ve come up against before, she’s more ruthless, merciless. I knew she would come after you first, and kill you in the most torturous way possible.”

“You’re saying all of this like I should be thanking you. Tom,” a wave over emotions came over me, anger quickly being replaced by sadness, “do you know how much you’ve broken my heart?”

He ducked his head down, wiping a hand over his face. Nothing was said as he turned away from me, leaning against the desk with both hands. I just couldn’t take his excuse, it wasn’t justifiable. 

“You will not leave.” he stated.

“What? So not only are you lying to me, you’re now giving me orders.”

“What are you going to do, eh?” he spun around, a now more manic look in his eye,“I’m not letting you leave over this. We’ve been through too much together, we’ve gone through much worse than this. If you leave, you’ll die out there, no one will take you in because you used to be married to me.”

I hated that he was right. I had come from nothing and would die with nothing if I had never met Tommy. It was embarrassing to admit I had never fended for myself. Sure I could defend myself, but how long would I actually last if I was tossed out into the real world? He had a hold on me, and I used to never notice, because that hold was called marriage.

“Is that it? Is that the only reason I should stay?”

“I can’t lose you.”

I scoffed, shaking my head. Before I could walk away, I said one last thing,“I didn’t think it would be that hard for you to tell me you love me.”

Bjorn Ironside

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“(Y/N)!” Bjorn’s voice roared into the hall. 

Luckily I was alone, though I wouldn’t have minded some people spectating what was about to happen. Leaning back in my chair, I casually sipped on the mead I had graciously poured out for myself, smirking behind it. Bjorn marched in, headed straight towards me with a fury in his eyes as if I were his enemy in battle.

“(Y/N)! How dare you disgrace me!” 

I finished my drink, taking my time before answering.“Oh, like how you disgraced me?”

“What?”

“Do not lie to me Bjorn. I know you slept with Bodil.”

“And who told you that?”

“Bodil.”

“No one has seen her since the raid.”

“I know. And no one will see her again.”

“What did you do?”

“No, Bjorn, what did you do? Hm?”

“I do not understand why you have got so upset over this? Men do it all the time, men have urges.”

“And women do not? Don’t you recall the nights I too pined for you to warm my bed? The nights where I demanded you ensure I finish too-”

“This is different!” he shouted.

“No it isn’t!” I screamed back, standing up and smashing my cup on the floor.“You humiliated me, so I do the same to you.”

“You slept with a man who is know for hating me, who is known for trying to ruin my reputation.”

“Consider it ruined. I will not roll over and let you fuck whoever you please. You are mine and I am yours. There are either rules for both or rules for none.”

“Why are you being difficult? You really can be infuriating sometimes.”

“You are one to speak. Bjorn Ironside, the most difficult lover of them all.”

“There, you said it yourself, we are lovers. We are not married.”

“No, we aren’t. So why are you so angry that I too laid with another?”

He groaned.“It is not the same!”

I laughed.“I suppose not. Some women do turn a blind eye, but you knew I would do no such thing. You knew from the start how headstrong I was, how, I guess, possessive I am of my things. Bjorn, you said you wanted to marry me. Should that have not been an indication of a future together?”

“I will not have you try to confuse me.”

“Yes, it’s quite easy to do that.”

“Shut up!”

“No, you shut up! I am not a fool, I am not some thrall you can use whenever you want. I am a warrior, a woman who knows her worth. And you certainly are not worthy enough for me.”

“Then you forget who I am. You forget who my father is-”

“I don’t forget, I am not stupid. And you’re just like him, in the worst ways possible.”

I spat at his feet, turning up my nose as I walked out.

“Now what?”

“Now I leave you and find a man that is worthy of me.”

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Harry Villiers - (cheesy) Oxford power couple.

[club-riot]

Harry Villiers

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♡ CRACKSHIP ♡ — Harry Villiers + Emily Fields

“None of your past, can make me love less.”

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Regret Chapter Two.

I am so sorry this has taken so long! This past week or so has been a deadline week at Uni so it’s all been a bit hectic. I’m so overwhelmed by how popular the first instalment has been! Thank you so much for the notes! Like before, Strong Language throughout. It wouldn’t be the Riot Boys without it. Enjoy! 

“So let me get this straight, mate.” Toby began, letting out a sigh as he slumped his backpack on to the floor. As he plonked himself  down into the booth seat he looked to his friend with an extremely unimpressed expression. “You missed all your lectures this morning because you were up late watching—“

“The new season of American Horror Story.” George finished for him, shrugging as if it were nothing. He looked back down at the Tupperware box he was eating from,poking a lump of meat around with his fork. George was always one for reheating leftovers, no matter how disgusting they may appear. He stopped, lifting his head after a moment when he noticed Toby hadn’t replied. The boy in question was simply staring at him in bemusement. “...George?” “Hmm?” “You’re an idiot.” “Roger that.” Nodding, he placed the Tupperware down and gave a one-shouldered shrug. “I was bored of working. I needed something fun to do.” “I asked you if you wanted to come out! And you said you were busy! All you did was watch Netflix!” “Exactly.” George shot back, reaching for his beer. “I was busy.” Smacking his forehead with his hand,Toby sighed and mumbled something about being far too hungover to deal with something like this. “What time did you stop watching shite then?” “About 10:00.” There was another pause, as Toby slowly lifted his head from his hand. “10:00?” He echoed. “Then how are you so tired?” George lent back against the booth again, almost collapsing into himself as he took his fork in hand once again. “...It scared me a little bit.”

Before Toby could even begin to insult his friend, he was interrupted by a rather exasperated looking Hugo entering the room. He placed his bag on the floor gently, as opposed to Toby’s hurried slump. With his glass of wine in hand, Hugo finally let out a slightly refined sigh. “You look as eloquently pissed off with humanity's existence as ever.” Toby began, shooting Hugo one of his usual toothy grins.  The older boy simply looked at him levelly. “Not humanity’s existence, Toby. Just yours.” Ignoring the ‘oooh’s from George, Toby simply lent back in his seat and rolled his eyes. Bit by bit, the others boys came filtering into the room, and in no time at all their usual spot was packed tightly with them all.

It was James who entered with Guy. He may not have been President any longer, but a club member was a club member. Plus, if Guy had to be brutally honest, he needed all the help he could get running the rabble that he called his friends. “Right. Chaps.” Settling himself between James and Dimitri, Guy knocked on the table. “Meeting is in session. At the moment we’re looking at nine members, which means that we need to find a tenth--” “Wait.” George interrupted, leaning forward. “Don’t you mean we have eight? I thought Ryle and Richards--” “Well. If you let me finish speaking,” Guy began, looking at George imploringly before he continued. “It...appears that Milo has changed his mind.”

Hugo was suddenly very aware that most eyes were on him. He rolled his eyes and set his glass down. “I don’t know why you’re all staring at me. I had absolutely nothing to do with it. I haven’t said a word.” “Well you do have a crush.” Harry pointed out. “A whopping great gay one.” Toby continued. Hugo was looking more and more decidedly ‘done’ with the situation as they went on. “What are you all trying to insinuate? That he suddenly had a rampant change of sexuality overnight and decided to come back? Grow up. And the correct phrasing is ‘had a crush’’. Past tense.” He took another sip of his wine, pulling his face at the bitter taste. “I no longer have feelings for him or anything to do with him.” Struggling not to laugh, Guy simply shook his head and looked back at his drink. “Alright then, your highness. Anyway, Milo called me last week and we got to talking and basically, chaps--” He stopped, counting heads. He looked to Toby after a second. “Where’s Ed?”

A small groan was heard from Toby then as he finished the rest of his beer and shook his head. “He’s over there.” Guy craned his neck to look at his friend, who was standing at the bar somewhat awkwardly. “Is he still waiting to order his drink?” Toby shook his head, looking to his friend sympathetically. “Oh no. He’s not even ordered his drink. He’s just standing there. Like a twat. Because he is one. ” All it took Dimitri was a moment. Before it had all clicked in his mind and he simply heaved out a sigh. “Christ. There’s a new bar girl isn’t there?” “Mm-hmm.” “For fuck’s sake. What does he think he’s going to achieve?” Dimitri muttered, still watching with an unimpressed expression. Harry just snickered. “I don’t know. But I’m watching. This is going to be bloody hilarious.” If Ed Montgomery had turned around, he would have noticed that all eight of his friends were currently leaning out of the booth in a somewhat comical fashion to see what he was doing. Even if that did mean that Guy was leaning over Dimitri’s lap to see. But Ed didn’t turn around. He was too busy trying to remember how to speak.  He had already let about three people in front of him in the queue so he could think.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind he knew he had a meeting to attend and that he should probably use his brain, buy his drink and attempt to, heaven forbid, talk to a member of the opposite sex later. But this was Ed. His priorities were nothing if not slightly jilted.  

Oh fuck she’s looking at me. Ed straightened a little, finally managing to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. She was smiling at him, but he was telling himself that she was smiling because it was all part of the job, not because she wanted to. Her red hair was twisted up into a practical pony tail, and he could see that she had tried and failed to cover the freckles that were dotted across her nose and cheeks with makeup. “What can I get you, then? You’ve taken your time in deciding.” She was already reaching for a glass from the shelf. Ed cleared his throat. “Uhm. J-Just a pint of bitter please.” She raised an eyebrow, pulling down on the pump to fill up the glass. “All that decision making for a pint of bitter?”

Ed was fiddling with the strap on his bag awkwardly, but when he looked up at her and saw the teasing smile and the humour in her eyes he found himself smiling back, a small ember of confidence igniting. “Well it’s a very serious matter, beer.” He replied. The girl laughed then, the action causing her freckles to twist on her cheeks as she scrunched her face up. She nodded her head in amusement. “Well said.” “What the fuck.” Harry had a similar expression on his face to the other boys. “He actually made a girl laugh?” “Well we didn’t exactly hear what he said.” Dimitri reminded him, sliding his sunglasses in to his pocket. “For all we know it could still be one of the usual ‘I’m just laughing so you get away from me you utter weirdo’ laughs. Villiers, mate, calm down. They’re not going to get married.” “It’s Ed though.” James reasoned, turning the page in his book. “He’ll marry the first woman that breaks his dry spell.”

Ed could hear the laughter from the table in the corner of the room, but didn’t dare look. He smiled and accepted the glass when she passed it to him, handing her the money a second later. “New job?” The girl rolled her eyes. “Just a new pub. Same job.” She looked around the pub idly, watching as students talked to one another in clumped groups. “Same shit different toilet as my Dad says.”

Ed was certain he would have choked on his beer if he had been drinking, which he thankfully wasn’t. He had paid, he had taken his beer. What else was there left for him to do at the bar? There was already people behind him, and he knew she probably wanted to get onto serving the next customer.

Shuffling to the side he took a hesitant sip of his beer. When she had pulled the pints for the boy behind him, he spoke again as she rounded up the total on the till. “Ed.” He began, before he realised it wasn’t the greatest of sentence starters. “That’s my name.” He added hurriedly. She smiled at him over her shoulder as she passed the other student his change. “Becca.” “Would the gentleman in the terrible jumper please get a bloody move on?!” Guy had timed it well, cupping his hands around his face to make his voice louder. Ed had never gone scarlet quicker in his life. He was staring down at his beer, but when he finally chanced a glance up he noticed she was struggling not to laugh. “I should...I should probably--” He just gestured awkwardly behind him. “Yep.” Becca just nodded, pursing her lips in attempt not to laugh. “Bye.” “...Bye.” “I fucking hate all of you.” He hissed as soon as he sat down.; his usual spot on the counter near the booth itself. The laughter from the other boys was nearly enough to drown his words out. “You’re all arseholes.” “Oh Ed for god’s sake it’s a girl.” Dimitri was shaking his head, still laughing. “You can buy yourself a girl any time you like.” Ed was just muttering obscenities under his breath, more focused on drinking his beer. Harry just smirked to himself, looking across the bar. “I mean I don’t blame you. Not often you find a hot ginger.” Ed’s head shot up then, paling a little. “Oh no no no no... come on. Don’t. Villiers.” Harry frowned, looking to him. “What? I can’t say she’s hot? She’s not your girlfriend, idiot.”

Ed just rolled his eyes. “If you go and talk to her she’s just going to end up in your bed.” “It’s a curse but it’s also a blessing.” Harry just grinned, causing an eyeroll from James. Guy on the other hand was looking at Ed in concern. “You’re being serious? Ed just because a girl isn’t instantly creeped out by you doesn’t mean true love.” “Yeah, you’ve only known her for 5 minutes. She has plenty of time to find out you’re a creep--ow.” Toby just rubbed his arm, pulling a face at Ed after he had been hit. Ed just sighed. “Can we drop it please? Haven’t you got something to tell us?” Guy nodded, finally turning back to business. “As I was saying boys. Operation Grasshopper. We need a new member by the end of the month otherwise the entire dinner is buggered. As I was saying to the boys while you were off trying to be bloody Casanova, Ed,  Milo--” “Is standing right there.” James finished for him. All the boys looked up in unison. 

Miles Richards had his hands in his pockets. It appeared as if he was standing in a prison dining hall instead of the local pub with the apprehension on his face. His bag was still on his shoulder, overflowing with university textbooks. “...Hi.”

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Invino veritas

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You weren’t usually one to drink much but when you did, it took just a few shots for you to lose your mind. Your best friend Ed knew it very well but unfortunatelly he wasn’t there to save you when the boys offered you a drink. It started with one sip of Harry’s drink, but when you took his drink again and threw it down all at once, there was no coming back. You were loughing at everything they said and this only seemed to amuse them. “What abaut we play a game?” Guy proposed and you immediately jumped from your seat. “Yess I love games!” You screamed making him laugh.  You heard a ‘calm down,love’ or something like that but you didn’t bother searching who said it. “What do you have in mind,mate?” Dimitri asked him as they exchanged little grins. You watched Guy saying something in his ear before they looked again at you like you were a prey. “Truth or dare,[Y/N]?” The Greek asked you still grinning as he leaned with both elbows on the table looking right in your eyes. “Ehmm…” you pretended to think abaut it using your fingertip to tup your chin. “Truth” “Oh c'mon” Toby snorted annoyed,but James shushed him wirh a flick of a hand. “Tell me..which of us you’d like to fuck(?)” He asked earning chuckles and whistles from all of them, exept from Hugo,who didn’t seem to interested in the game and James,who was actually pretending not to be interested in the game. Your answer came out of your mouth before you could formulate it in your mind. “Ed.” Silence for a few seconds before someone shoke Dimitri from his kind of trans. “Okay,okay,okay..I haven’t been very clear” he apologised to his friends by throwing his hands in the air. Then the attention came back on you. “Which one of the ones that are here at the moment you’d like to fuck?” He spelled every word slowly and clearly like he was talking to a child,that at the moment wasn’t totally wrong. But before you could even think abaut it a voice came from behind you. “What the hell is goin'on, guys?” He asked a little bit angry. “Ask your little friend,it seems that she has something to tell you” Alistair explained while smirking at him. You didn’t know him because he was one of the two new mebmers and if you weren’t so drunk you’d have told him something for sure. But it was like you didn’t connect with the word so he was left in peace. Someone added “you’ve got her mate”. You weren’t sure if it was Toby or Harry, or maybe Guy? Or Dimitri. Your brain was just not working at all. “You fucking got her drunk, she’s a minor!” He insisted and then brang you up by your arm. He really had no idea how drunk you actually were untill you fell in his arms the moment you were on your feet. This only made him angrier. It remind him that he hadn’t protected you, like he was used to. “I’ve drunk a little bit” you told your friend loughing while he picked you up bridestyle and rolled his eyes. “I can see it. Thank you guys,really” his ironic comment just made them chuckle more. If it was possible. “Thank us later, Ed” Guy  winked at him even thought your best friend hadn’t understood what he meant yet. It rarely happened but he had already had enough of them so he just turned around and walked out of the pub with you in his arms.

*** You didn’t realized you were at home untill you were laid on a soft bed. You were so tired that you didn’t noticed it wasn’t yours. You felt someone taking off your shoes, then your jacket and the same hands caressing your hair and forhead. You were so relaxed, just abaut to get asleep when the effect of the liquor started to come out. A sudden sense of nausea made it through your stomach, but as soon as you got up to reach the bathroom, your head decided to take his revenge. You head was spinning, just like your stomach, your legs were too tired to bring you up so you did the only think you could think abaut.

“Ed!” It was a scream in your head,but actually just a whisper to his ears. Luckly Ed would always be there next to you. As soon as his arms were araund you, you gripped on his shirt so tight that your knuckles became white,almost like your face.“I feel sick” you came to say and he brought you to his bathroom where you finally freed yourself from all the alcohol you had taken in your body. After washing your mouth and face,obviously with a careful Ed right behind you(just in case your brain decided to pass out),you went again in his room,where you litterally fell on the bed. Ed followed you,laying on your left. After all this was his bed,in his room,in his house. “I’m never gonna leave you alone with my friends again,I promise.” He swore,serious like he’s never been before. You got up on your elbows to look at his face. His hair was a mess,not like yours but still a mess. His first three bottons of his shirt were open,revaling his few hair on his tonned chest. And his lips. It was like they were inviting you to come closer. It seemd that at least the 20% of the alcohol was still in your system,otherwise you couldn’t explain why and most of all where you found the courage to bring your lips to his. It was a little cast kiss. Just a touch. But that one touch made your blood boil in your veins. Your firts kiss, and he knew it so well. “I love you” you slowly whispered closing your eyes. You said it so softly that he wouldn'y have heard you if he wasn’t inches from you. Ed was shocked at first,like petrified,,but looking better at you he notice that you weren’t really you in that moment,which he found absolutely sad. Hell if he wanted to kiss you hard,to make you his. But he cared to much to take advantage on you, in that current state of yours. That’s why when you got closer again,he got up in one quick move and then just stare at you. No words from each of you. You just looked up at him,a confused and sad and curious expression written on your face. But his expression was scarier. Because it could not be read. Moments passed before he moved a muscle. And then,like nothing has happend he kissed you on your forhead again wishing you a good night. *** Your head had never felt heavier. That’s the first thing you thought when you woke up. You opened your eyes and realised it wasn’t your bed, you weren’t in your room. Ed entered his room in that moment and that scared you a little bit. ‘What the hell happened last night?’ You thought but you seemed to calm down when he smiled his friendly smile of his. You obviously returned the smile but still wondered why you were in his bed. So you asked him and He suddently tensed up, you could see it even if he was trying to hide it. Now you were worried again. “You got drunk last night,with the boys..” he explained as he came to sit on the bed next to you. “I brought you here and you fell asleep,that’s all” he quickly ended it with a nervous smile. And then he did what you were expecting. With both hands he took a hold on his collar and adjusted it. It was something he had always done when he was nervous,since you were children. It made you understand when he was lying. And right nnow he was lying to you. “Eddy..“you softly put your hand on his.”..tell me everything” He was serious again,it rarely happened that Ed Montgomery was serious and when he was,there was something to worry abaut. “It’s nothing,really..” “Ed.” “We just talked a litt..” “Ed!” You squeezed his hand and made him look at you. “Whatever happened last night,it’s not a problem,i was drunk” you tried to convince him but maybe you were trying to convince yourself as well. He just breathed a ‘yeah’ touching his hair but looking away from your eyes. “Did we..” you couldn’t belive you were asking that. Your cheeks turned to red in a matter of seconds when he opened wide his eyes and finally looked at you. But you couldn’t really say the S-word,it was too embaressing. “..you know..” you looked down and played with your fingers. “No! Never!” He immediately screamed. “Well,not if you’re drunk..” he was speaking so fast you couldn’t follow him,typic of Ed. “I’m not saying that i would fuck you,well not I would but-” “Goddamnit Ed!” You screamed making him finally stop talking. “Just tell me what happened” He looked down,then into your eyes again. “You kissed me.” He finally admitted. Now you were the one left with no words. You kissed Ed. As much as you tried to remember it, you couldn’t and it could be a bad or a good thing. If you didn’t remember kissing him you couldn’t even remember what you had felt. “And then..?” Was all you could come with. He was still reluctant but at this point there was no reason to deny it. “And then you said you love me” Your world fell apart in that moment. Did you really say it? But most important, did you really mean it? “I-i..” without thincking you jumped on your feet and ran downstairs. He followed you screaming your name, but in a matter of seconds you were already out of his house. You ran as fast as you could but then you thought that if he took his car,he’d reach you anyway. You had to hide, and you had to do it quickly, so you entered the nearest bar on the road. Big mistake.  You hadn’t noticed them untill they said ‘hello’ with their hands. Why did they always move together? Like a pack. You smiled while trying to catch your breath and soon Dimitri motioned me to come to their table. He moved to his right to live a seat for you. “No,I have to go..” “Really,where to?” Guy immediately asked. Where to? You didn’t even know. You couldn’t go anywhere, Ed would havd found you. Harry noticed you didn’t have an answer and told you to seat with them,which you did. “So..“he started smirking with the orher three. “Something that you wanna tell us?” Oh, if looks could kill..he would be dead the moment you layed your eyes on him. “I kissed Ed.” You said and the moment you realized it you slapped a hand on your mouth but it was already too late. They shared some looks and then Toby asked “did you like it?” You didn’t want to continue this conversation, even though the blame was on you that started it. “We know you like him,[Y/N],just tell him.” Guy said,and he seemed quite serious. “Now” Dimitri added,and then looked behind you. You turned araund just to see Ed breathing heavyly and coming right to your table. “We need to talk” was all he said as he took your hand. But for some strange reason you agreed with the Greek. You stood up and quiclkly left a little caste kiss on his lips. This was inevitably followed by they usual whistles,which you menaged to avoid. He was shocked at first but slowly a smile grew on his face. “I think I might love you ,Ed Montgomery” you smiled back at him. As you kissed again you heard Toby’s shout. “You’re welcome,mate!”

[imagineaworlds]

Other Fandom Characters

{Last Updated: 6.6.2018}

This is a list of characters that I sort of just pick and choose from different fandoms. They’re listed here because there weren’t enough characters from their fandom to create a list. MORE TO COME!

Josh Lucas (Clueless, Smut allowed)

Nadine Franklin (Edge of Seventeen)

Krista (Edge of Seventeen)

Darian Franklin (Edge of Seventeen, Smut allowed)

Bianca Piper (The DUFF)

Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Eric Northman (True Blood, Smut allowed)

Godric (True Blood)

Greg Gaines (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl)

Earl (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl)

Charlie (The Perks of Being a Wallflower, GIF Imagines only)

Sam (The Perks of Being a Wallflower, GIF Imagines only)

Baby (Baby Driver)

Darling (Baby Driver, Smut allowed)

Duncan (The Way, Way Back, GIF Imagines only)

Quentin Jacobsen (Paper Towns)

Samantha Kingston (Before I Fall)

Samantha Borgens (Stuck in Love)

Rusty Borgens (Stuck in Love)

Jay Gatsby (The Great Gatsby, Smut allowed)

Miles (The Riot Club)

Alistair Ryle (The Riot Club)

Harry Villiers (The Riot Club)

Dimitri (The Riot Club)

James (End of the Fucking World)

Alyssa (End of the Fucking World)

Kevin (This is Us)

Peter Pevensie (Narnia, Smut allowed)

Edmond Pevensie (Narnia)

Caspian X (Narnia, Smut allowed)

Edmond (How I Live Now, Smut allowed)

Daisy How I Live Now)

Dolores Abernathy (Westworld)

Logan (Westworld)

Young William (Westworld)

Will Graham (Hannibal)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Christian Grey (Fifty Shades of Grey Series, Smut allowed)

Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

Abby Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

Eric Bemis (Santa Clarita Diet)

Alexa Mendoza (Alexa & Katie)

Katie Cooper (Alexa & Katie)

Dylan (Alexa & Katie)

Lucas Mendoza (Alexa & Katie)

Will Grimm (Brothers Grimm, Smut allowed)

Jacob Grimm (Brothers Grimm, Smut allowed)

Klaus Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Violet Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events GIF Imagines only)

Dr. David Daniels (The Book of Henry)

30 yr/old Jenna Rink (13 Going on 30)

30 yr/old Matt Flamhaff (13 Going on 30)

Jake Chambers (Dark Tower)

Roland Deschain (Dark Tower, Smut allowed)

Walter Padick (Dark Tower, Smut allowed)

Malcom (The Boy)

[just-some-fandom-imagines]

“And who might you be?” A velvety voice asked from behind you.

You turned around to see a man with messy brown hair and a chiseled jawline. He was good looking for sure but by the way he was dressed he seemed so out of place outside of a small country pub. You had seen some of his friends head into the private dining room a little earlier.

“Someone who doesn’t like all the racket you and your friends are making. Now if you would kindly excuse me.” You said and began to head back inside but a hand grasped around your wrist. You yanked your hand back and turned to the man.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked with a sigh.

“Well you were going to leave and I don’t want to be all alone. And besides you’re very pretty.” He replied, a large smile on his face.

You couldn’t help the rushing of blood to your cheeks from his comment and you rolled your eyes when he smirked.

“I love the effect I have on women.”

“And do you have an ‘effect’ on a lot of women?” You asked with a smile.

“Never any as pretty as you, love. Besides, why should I settle for any of them when I could have you.” He replied.

You let out a laugh and he smiled wider than before. “You’re a cocky bastard aren’t you?”

“I’m Harry. Nice to meet you.” He said reaching a hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You reached out to shake his hand but instead of shaking it Harry surprised you. He took your hand and placed a light kiss on the top of your knuckles. Your eyebrows raised in shock.

“Are you drunk?” You asked, hand still in his.

“Only very slightly.” He replied with a wink.

“Charming.” You said and walked back inside, but not before giving him your number.

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Requested by Anon

[fandomvariousness]

gifs from -> x

Sequel to -> x

Pairing: Harry Villiers x reader

Warnings: brief swearing

Request: Hi! Could you please make a part two of your latest Harry Villiers imagine? I really loved it!😍👏🏼

He just wouldn’t leave you alone.

“For fuck’s sake, Villiers, why –”

“Don’t swear,” he interrupted in a mock chiding manner. “Filthy words don’t suit your pretty lips.”

You tried to compose yourself as you eyed him, throwing daggers. “You need to leave me alone. I’m perfectly aware on what you really think of me and I don’t want to find myself in the midst of some stupid bet or some other diabolic scheme you and your posh friends came up with.”

“Hey, hey,” he muttered, catching up to you as you swooped up your books from the stone window-sill and began marching away. “You’re wrong.”

You wanted to retort at him automatically, but the seriousness in his voice didn’t let you.

He stepped in front of you swiftly, barring you from going any further. “You’re wrong.” he repeated.

You raised one eyebrow. “Am I?”

“Yeah, you are. Just give me a chance.” he brushed the back of his bent fingers all the way from your elbow to your fingertips, lightly hooking them with yours.

You gulped as his gaze drew you in like a vortex.

“Let’s go on a date.” he spoke almost in a whisper, surely meant to entice you even more.

You blinked a few times as you forced yourself to wake up from the stupor he put you in. You tore your fingertips from his as you crossed your hands on your chest even tighter, hugging the books to create the barrier between you and him.

You sighed. “I still don’t trust you, but you have one chance. Don’t blow it.”

The corner of his lips upturned as you walked away, leaving him in a perfect spot to admire your swaying hips.

[fandomvariousness]

Prompts 14 & 27 - Harry Villiers “Excuse you?” “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

Request: "14 and 27 with Harry Villers? Like a 'poor' girl turned him down/ refused something and he just can't believe it bc he's harry f*****g villers!!😍"

Word count: 352

gifs are not mine.

The life in Oxford University seemed to go well for you – you had good grades, many friends and a rich leisure. But of course, everything can’t be perfect, and so the Garden of Eden is sprouted with weeds. 

There is this Riot Club, which you absolutely despise. Not everyone is aware of this club, because it’s kind of secret. However, you happened to meet these guys in various lectures of yours, and what can you say – you weren’t impressed.

The majority of them look down on basically anyone else, especially on women and those poorer. You absolutely can’t tolerate such behavior and views, not to mention the extensive use of alcohol and drugs. There’s one guy in there that has taken an interest in you – Harry Villiers. He’s the nasty one, because he always gets what he wants, and he wants a lot of things. Well, it seems that you will have to disappoint him. “Hello, Y/N,” He greeted you after he strutted towards your side, marching together with you know. He had attempted to put his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer, but you shook his arm away. “Fierce as ever.” He seemed to be enjoying your rude attitude, maybe that’s why he was so interested? Is he up for a challenge? You’ll surely give him one. “I’m busy, sorry.” You turned him down remembering exactly who he is. He remained quiet for a few seconds, quite shocked. “Excuse you?” “Excuse you, Villiers. I don’t have time for your wretched games.” You snapped, trying really hard to keep a straight face. For a moment he remained still behind you as you continued to walk forwards before he quickly caught up. “Aren’t you a –” “Seriously, Villiers, back off or I’ll –” “You’ll what? Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” He raised his eyebrows, his cheeky smile prevalent on his flawless face. “You should be.” You stated as you left him there, standing and contemplating. “You won’t be able to resist me one day, sweetheart!” He shouted you as a departure message, making you giggle. Maybe he’s right.

[fandomvariousness]

Request: “Hello, I love your Riot Club fanfics and so glad someone asked!! can you make it where the reader and Dimitri are a couple very much in love although Harry wants the reader for himself instead of the readers best friend and tries to spilt them apart!! Sorry if to specific thank you!!!"

gifs are not mine.

It’s been awful lately. Dimitri and you have been very much inlove for a long time now, and for the same amount of time Harry is trying to get you to himself. 

He doesn’t get along with Dimitri anymore, not like they used to. They have to bear each other’s presences because they are a part of the same club. You feel terrible because you always blame yourself for ruining their friendship, although Dimitri tells you to stop. 

Harry’s fierce and he always gets what he wants, but the fact that he didn’t get you outrages him to the beyond. 

And Dimitri, he’s unusually protective. He easily gets jealous when another man simply glances at you, not to mention Harry, who constantly ogles you.

You just hope that with time Harry will start to notice your best friend who’s hopelessly inlove with him, just like he is with you.

[fandomvariousness]

Wrong move

Harry Villiers

Anger, angst, sadness, hope

Fandom: The Riot Club

Request:  “Hello love. I was wondering if you could do a riot club request for me? My character Kelsey and Harry have been dating a little while but have kept it low because they feel its no ones business but their own. Kelsey is also best friends with Miles girlfriend, Lauren. Lauren comes home crying one night and calls Kelsey and tells her what happened at the bar with the boys. Kelsey gets angry and drives her car down to where the boys are still partying and all goes silent when Kelsey barges in and slaps Harry straight across the face and telling him to fuck off and all the other guys get told to fuck off too. The next day happens and Kelsey has numerous calls and texts from Harry. She doesn’t answer until Harry corners her in the library when she is doing her paper and tries to explain and Harry ends up losing his mind and gets on his hands and knees begging her to forgive him and making a scene. Kelsey sheds a few tears and tell him things really have to change before she can ever speak to him. She ends up walking away but not before passing by Alistair and bumping his shoulder roughly before leaving.”

Word count: 907

A/N: You asked the character to be given a name, but I only do them as Y/N - Your Name, because then everyone who reads it can imagine themselves ^_^

gif is not mine.

At first, Oxford University seemed to you like a place where you’d get your education only. Well, not to mention life experience and such, but never have you ever thought that this place will actually be the one where you’ll find your other half – a serious one, not just a fling.

He’s cheeky and devilishly handsome, the very type of guys you just love. He looks posh, and even his names sound like that – Harry Villiers. It didn’t take long for you to get swept by his charms, what consequently led to you two dating.

Everything was great few months in, even your friend Lauren started going out with someone from Harry’s circle of acquaintances – his name is Miles Richards, and you’ve been seeing him and some other guys hang out in a group during the breaks. The guys hang out so often that you’ve started to feel that Harry’s hiding something from you, the secret you later found out to be the Riot Club.

You and Harry got into an agreement that if he wants to stay in that club and go out with you at the same time, he must know his limits and you must trust him, what was exactly what you two did, until you just did no more.

You were shaken by a sudden, simultaneous and loud knocking at your door – it can’t be Harry, he’s at some annual club dinner with the guys right now. Cautiously, you neared the door and peaked through the hole, to see an extremely distraught Lauren standing outside, bawling her eyes out.

Without another thought you opened the door and laid your concerned eyes on your best friend.

“Jesus, Lauren, what happened??” You questioned, gently grasping her hands and taking her inside your house.

“I-It’s Miles, and t-the other guys, t-they—”

“What?” You muttered, not understanding anything. “But they—”

“I drove there because Miles texted me, but they only made fun of me, asking me t-to—”

You felt tears of rage well up in your eyes as you listened to Lauren’s words, and when she was done, you too felt so heartbroken at the fact that Harry had behaved himself like that.

“Stay here.” Were the only words you spoke before you got in your car and left for Bull’s Head.

As you parked your car you got to the back entrance as instructed and descended down the stairs. As you did that you could already hear drunken slurs and shouts, completely incoherent sentences – just plain nonsense.

As you stormed through the door and stopped to look around and find Harry, everyone went completely silent. Just when you spotted that little wasted fucker you spared no more time and with the tears welled up in your eyes you approached and slapped him as hard as you could; he even stumbled a bit.

“Fuck off, Harry Villiers.” You spat out, letting one tear escape your hurtful eyes. “Everyone, just fuck off!!!”

After paying them all a pure look of loathing you started to make way back to your car, leaving them still shocked stiff.

The next day you woke up you found loads of missed calls and texts from Harry, but you didn’t bother reading them or calling him back.

Instead, you went to the library, seeing that the lectures will start only after noon, and sat yourself by the table, trying to do some studying.

Everything went well, until someone sat in front of you, that someone, of course, being Harry himself. You didn’t move, you just lifted your eyes and regarded his sorry and gaunt face with your reddened eyes.

“Leave me alone,” You muttered before standing up and making your way in between the shelves in search of one particular book.

Of course, Harry went after you, gripping your hands as soon as you stopped moving. “What can I do for you to forgive me?”

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion and jerked your hands back. “Are you serious?”

“ Y/N, please, I don’t care about anything else, just you…”

You bit your lip in hopes to prevent yourself from crying. “You cared enough to hurt Lauren. And me.”

He loosed a quick breath and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I’m sorry. I really am. I—”

“It’s not me who you should be apologizing to, Harry.”

“But I only care about you!” He shouted a bit too loud, making you bulge out your eyes at the sudden rising of his tone.

You were rendered speechless by his actions and didn’t have time to react when he got on his knees, gripping your palms again and staring into your teary eyes.

“Please, Y/N, please… I’ll do anything.”

In that very second you recalled all the happy times with Harry. It would be shame if these were the last ones and truth to be told, you wanted to continue being with Harry.

“Harry, I—” You interrupted yourself as you choked a bit on your tears. “Things really have to change before I can speak to you again.”

You murmured and made your way out, because if you’d stay there a minute longer, you would lose your mind too.

You were almost by the exit when Alistair entered the library, making you two bump your shoulders after you passed him a repugnant glance.

As much as you wanted everything to be alright, this is far from over.

[ijustwant2write]

Reversed Roles-Harry Villiers x Reader

(GIF credit to @fandomvariousness)

Masterlist

Requested by anonymous

Summary: ‘Hello :) can I request a one shot where Reader is like the female version of Harry Villiers (she uses boys for her own pleasure) and Harry is a bit shocked when she gets dress immediately after going at it? Like, usually he is the one doing so, and now he is intrigued so he starts “chasing” her and the other boys make fun of him for that. You can end it as you prefer :) Love you!’

Characters: Harry Villiers x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name            (Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Light smut, one night stand (?), using people for sex, swearing

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Harry Villiers knew he was taking someone home tonight. He always did, even when he wasn’t planning to. He and his mates were seated at the local pub, filled with many other university students. It was the end of the week, everyone was tired from the lectures and the work they had been doing, but no one would pass up an opportunity to get shitfaced. As Harry sipped on his beer, his eyes drifted around the room, finally stopping when he saw the size of an arse on this girl at the bar. He was staring without shame, smirking to himself when she turned around, a large glass of wine in her hand; she was fucking stunning, and that’s when he knew who he was going after tonight.

“Villiers, you can’t be serious.” Dimitri chuckled, grabbing his attention back to the table.

“What?”

“You know who that is, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Oh my days, he doesn’t know who she is!” Toby giggled with Ed.

“That’s (Y/N) (Y/L/N), she’s the best shag in Oxford.” Guy said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well then, I best get a move on. The night is still young.” Harry smirked, though it disappeared when his friends laughed at him.

“You’re going to be in for a shock mate. She’s not like the others you’ve had.” 

“How? She’s just a girl that’s good at sex, isn’t she?”

“Whatever you say Villiers.” Toby kept on laughing.

“Fuck off, all of you.”

Harry calmed himself before approaching this (Y/N), not caring for what his friends had to say. They were implying something, what it was, he didn’t know, but that didn’t matter. He was Harry Villiers, he could get this girl in and out of his room before bringing another one in. He was slightly surprised when she held eye contact with him as he walked over, a smug smile on her lips. She was leaning back against the bar, casually drinking. 

“Finally, thought you were never going to stop staring at me.” she confidently said.

“I think I still am. Harry Villiers.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Beautiful name to go with an even more beautiful face.”

She scoffed.“Did you steal that pickup line from your grandfather?”

He hesitantly chuckled, not used to girls being so confident around him.“Well, you’re awfully confident, aren’t you?”

“Most girls you go after are just mops aren’t they? Melting right at your feet before you even open your mouth.”

“Your words, not mine.”

“Am I different then? Am I a challenge?”

“Is it a challenge if I’m winning?”

“You might want to do a recount of your points before announcing you’re the champion.” (Y/N) relished in his stunned silence, taking an opportunity to take a chug of her wine, almost finishing it.“Look, we both know why we’re having this conversation. Let’s skip all this and go back to your dorm.”

“W-what?”

“Do I have to spell it out to you?”

“Well, I’m not objecting.”

The lads were not wrong.

Harry was never one to compliment women (unless it was to get him into this situation), but (Y/N) was definitely the best fuck he had ever had, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she said the same about him. He normally never stayed with a girl for long, didn’t go many rounds either; (Y/N) was an entirely different story. He had lost count of how long it had been since the night before, but he was well and truly done, heavily breathing as he closed his eyes. (Y/N) stirred next to him, slowly getting out of bed. Harry assumed she was headed to the en suite before she would return, but was surprised when he saw her grabbing her clothes.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked as he sat up on his elbows.

“Getting dressed.” she clasped up her bra, Harry almost moaning at the sight.

“Why?”

“Because I’m leaving.”

“...why?”

She was now fully dressed below her waist, walking back over to him. Perching a knee on the bed, she leaned over him, giving the young man a good view of her cleavage. 

“Well, we’ve had sex, quite good sex actually, and I no longer need to be here.” she pecked his lips before putting her top on.“Lovely to meet you Villiers.”

Harry was stunned to silence as she walked out, acting as if nothing happened. What the fuck had just happened? And what had she called their sex? Quite good?

QUITE GOOD?!

It had bothered him for days since. How had this girl got control over him? All he could think about was (Y/N) and how frustrating it was that she couldn’t give a shit about him. He hadn’t crossed paths with her since, and he knew it was a big university, but surely they would have spotted each other by now? 

As he and the club were on their way to the weekly meeting, he was ranting to them about the girl, getting angry over the matter. None of his friends had ever seen him worked up over a girl; some found it odd, he sounded like a mad man whilst others were almost pissing themselves laughing. Harry seemed to be like a cray ex-boyfriend still obsessed with his ex.

“Oh mate, you will never guess who’s here.” Guy slapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder, grabbing his face and directing him to where (Y/N) stood.

“What the fuck.” Harry exclaimed as he saw her talking to another man.

“It’s not like she’s your girlfriend, you seriously need to get over her.”

“Fuck off bellend.”

Without hesitation, he leaped from his chair, stomping towards her when he realised she was leaving with the stranger. He picked up the pace, almost running after them as he shouted her name in the street. She and the stranger turned around, thinking it was a drunk friend calling them. (Y/N)’s eyebrows furrowed when she saw Harry, wondering why he looked so angry.

“Harry?” 

“What do you think you’re doing?” he finally stood in front of her, ignoring the guy beside her.

She chuckled.“Uh, are you really asking me that?”

The stranger decided to interrupt.“Mate, we’re sort of busy right now-”

“Fuck off.” Harry bluntly said.

“James, why don’t you go ahead, I’ll catch up with you.”

“It’s..it’s Jake.”

“That’s what I meant.”

(Y/N) sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.“Harry, what’s this about?”

“You left me after we fucked. That’s never happened before.”

“OK?”

“You said the sex was ‘quite good’. Our sex was amazing!”

“If you think so.”

“And for some reason I cannot stop thinking about you and it’s pissing me off to no end.”

“Aw, Harry, you’re secretly a romantic. Please don’t tell me you’re about to proclaim your love for me.”

“Why didn’t you think our sex was as good as I did?”

“Wow, you’re really fucked off about this. That wasn’t your best performance was it?”

He said nothing, eyes wide like a maniac.

“Oh, maybe it was.” she thought for a moment, smirking before speaking.“Tell you what, why don’t you prove me wrong?”

“Prove you wrong?”

“Yeah. Tale me back to yours again and actually show me a good time.”

“You’re such a bitch. What about your friend?”

“Who gives a fuck, I didn’t even know his name. Though if you don’t live up to my expectations, I can always go to him for a good time.”

“Darling, you won’t even be able to walk a foot out of my room once I’m done with you.”

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Welcome to the jungle

Harry Villiers

Party, seduction, slight smut

Fandom: The Riot Club

Request:  "What about a riot club imagine where the boys have an after party and the reader is a good friend of them and she is slightly (or very) drunk, dancing on the table (etcetera etcetera) and ends up giving Harry a lap dance only to be encouraged further by the cheering boys? Hahah and could you "fit you could be mine" or "welcome to the jungle" by guns n roses? There just isn't enough Harry or Riot club imagines, and I simply love the ones you write! Keep up the good work darling!!"

Word count: 525

Song: x

gif is not mine.

Welcome to the jungle/ We’ve got fun ‘n’ games

Music was playing loudly in the background and you couldn’t help but grin at the coincidence, because the place you are right now really reminds a jungle with all its wildness and life. It’s an after party of Harry’s birthday and you, being a good friend of all the Riot Club guys, were invited.

We got everything you want/ Honey, we know the names

Well, there really was everything you wanted right now – alcohol, loud music, company and rave. These guys are the people that know things about other. You couldn’t dispel the whole shadiness behind that Club, but you were sure that they have a little more access to everything that other people.

Whatever you may need/ If you got the money, honey,/ We got your disease

And of course, money. Money, the evil of all mankind, was the force that kept this Club going. And women – women kept them going too.

You let everything go and allowed the rhymes to sink right into your bones, you let it consume you. You weren’t sober, obviously, so you’ve started moving your hips along the wild rhythm with your eyes closed.

In the jungle/ Welcome to the jungle/ Watch it bring it you to your/ Knees, knees/ I wanna watch you bleed

This jungle right here brought out your untamed side, awakening your deepest, secret desires. You opened your eyes and saw the moment Harry slumped onto the chair, guys throwing it into the air, counting his age, as if it was his birthday again.

Slow grin stretched on your face as you strutted towards the jubilant. They put him down at the same moment you reached him, so there wasn’t time for him to stand up from that chair – how convenient for you, because you wanted to give him… a dance. A lap dance.

Your dark eyes settled upon his face, which already had a smoky, inviting look on it. Other guys started cheering you, clapping and whistling while they raved around.

You turned around in one graceful motion and slowly shifted your weight onto one leg, defining the roundness of your bum, which was already quite defined with the heels you wore.

You wriggled around him, walked around the chair seductively and planned on teasing him some more, but Harry was a man of need and desire, so he took what he wanted. He gripped your waist and jerked you towards his lap, making you sit astride him.

In the jungle/ Welcome to the jungle/ Feel my, my, my serpentine/ I, I wanna hear you scream

A gasp escaped your breath when his palms gripped both sides of your bum, pressing you to his center even more, as if reflecting the lyrics of a song that still played in the background.

“I wanna hear you scream.” He whispered in your ear, lightly biting on your earlobe afterwards.

“Then what are you waiting for, big boy?” You whispered right back to him even more seductively, making him stand up with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He strode for the lounge where he fulfilled his wish. 

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Prompts 7, 9 & 15 - Harry Villiers “You’re not scared, are you?” “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t figure it out?” “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”

Request:  "Hahah i know its alot of requests bout him, but Harry where the reader is good friends with Hugo and is a drama/art student? So when the club comes to see Hugo play, Harry sees the reader on the scene and instantly falls for her? Haha n when Harry is informed the next play is about Romeo and Juliet, he suddenly wants to join n act all interested in drama? Hugo not understanding why he wants to play Romeo but understands when he knows the reader is Juliet and you can choose his reaction! 7, 9 15"

Word count: 1156

gifs are not mine.

“My lord, I have remembrances of yours, that I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them.” You wailed dramatically, glancing at Hugo, who stood further away from you.

“No, not I; I never gave you aught.” Hugo conversed, perfectly portraying Hamlet while you, of course, portrayed his beloved Ophelia.

Drama was like an escape for you, an escape from this shallow and boring reality. You were so passionate about acting that you couldn’t help but perfect the roles into absolute excellence, that’s why you were almost always chosen for the main roles; it would be a shame not to show your talent to the audience by giving you a minor role.

Hugo is a really good friend of yours, he’s so good at acting too - that’s one of the strongest reasons why you get along well in the first place. Before the play he was chattering to you about how his friends from that shady Club of his will come and look your play.

After the play you headed into the backstage and into your preparing room, placing all the bunches of flowers and bouquets you received on the table; they barely fit.

Once you went back to the backstage you were immediately approached by Hugo.

“Oh here you are, Y/N, come and meet my friends.”

You haven’t even had time to say anything because Hugo basically dragged you to the group of handsome guys.

“Guys, meet Y/N, the world’s most beautiful and talented actress.” Hugo introduced you with a wide smile.

You giggled and got acquainted with all the boys, but one certainly caught your attention by planting a light kiss on your knuckles. His name is Harry, so you were told. While all of you conversed about the play you could feel his gaze set upon you most of the time.

“I hope to see all of you during our next play few months from now.” You spoke, warmly smiling to all of Hugo’s friends.

“Next play?” Harry questioned, raising his eyebrows intriguingly.

“Yes.” You flashed him your pearly smile. “Romeo and Juliet.”

Slow smile stretched upon Harry’s face while he gave a strange look to Hugo. “Well I can’t imagine anyone other portraying Juliet than you.”

You blushed while Harry raised one eyebrow at you cheekily. “You’re correct, I indeed got her role.”

“As if it could’ve been otherwise.”

After few days you came back to the theatre to start analyzing the script, where you were pleasantly surprised by the sight of Harry holding the same script papers.

“Harry?” You squeaked when you approached him.

“Oh hi, Y/N.” He gave you a charming smile, making you smile yourself.

“What are you doing here? With the script?”

“I’m practicing for my next role. Same as you.” He answered as if he has been in the drama club for ages.

You couldn’t help but smile and arch an eyebrow. “Practicing?” You questioned lazily. “You’ve joined the drama?”

“You see, I got so inspired by your passion that I decided to try it myself.”

“And what role did you got, if I may ask?” You pursed your lips at him playfully, waiting for an answer.

He purposefully took his time before answering, as to intrigue you. “Romeo.” He ended up gazing in your eyes as if challenging you.

“Oh.” You breathed out after some time, analyzing the whole accord but being intrigued and excited nonetheless.

“You’re not scared, are you?” He asked, teasing you with his grin.

“Me? Scared? Of what, Villiers?”

“That I might steal your fame?”

You released a ringing laugh making Harry smile widely, basking in the glory of actually eliciting a laugh from you.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You chuckled, appreciating the jovial atmosphere he inflicted. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” You politely retreated in order to find Hugo and dispel the shadiness of this whole happening.

You found your friend in his room where he was meddling with the piles of scripts for everyone.

“Hugo,” You spoke with your voice low, eager to know how actually Harry got such an important role, seeing that he’s a newborn in the drama world.

He raised his eyes to you which hid a dash of fear behind them; he senses something. “Y-Yeah?”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You accused him with a smile and he was ready to object but you continued speaking. “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t figure it out?”

“Figure w-what out?” He stood up straight and scratched the back of his head, blowing up his cover completely.

“That you got Harry the role of Romeo?”

Hugo regarded you for some more seconds as if contemplating something, but apparently he saw no point in hiding things from you anymore. “You got me. Please don’t be mad?”

You giggled. “I’m not mad, Hugo. Actually, this is quite exciting. I’m confident that I will nail my role, but I’m interesting to see how Villiers will manage.”

Few months passed, and throughout the whole time of rehearsals Harry really managed to surprise you. Not only he turned out to be really funny and caring guy, he also had almost the same passion for theater as you had.

There were a few moments left before you and Harry would go on stage ant act the balcony scene. You noticed Harry standing in front of a mirror, mingling nervously.

You pressed out a little smile and approached him. “Nervous, are we?”

He curtly turned his head to you and you witnessed a beautiful, soft smile appear on his face. “Not anymore.”

You never did lie to yourself, and you didn’t the past couple of months. The truth is, what you feel for Harry is something grand and something that whenever seeing or thinking about Harry you feel cozy warmth inside your chest.

Gently, you gripped Harry’s palms with yours while gazing him in the eyes. “We’ll do excellent, you’ll see.”

Butterflies started to frantically storm inside your stomach when you saw that Harry started to lean in but you two were interrupted by Hugo calling you two to the scene.

Here’s your time.

“O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”

“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?”

You couldn’t help but feel lightheaded while acting with Harry. It felt like there was absolutely no audience,  just the two of you, reveling in the common passion.

And when you two carefully embraced each other, that’s when your body truly got on fire.

“I shouldn’t be in love with you.” Harry whispered invisibly just before he’s supposed to kiss you.

“Yes you should.” You countered and felt like flying when your lips met.

The audience reacted with loud applause but nonetheless you shut them out and bathed in the love you and Harry shared.