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Who's wanting a part two of Fetish, Thomas Browne X reader? Curious

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Cody asking for the new girl Y/N in the party that the crew of AHS organized today. One of his cast friends tell to him that she just didn't come. She was a very reserved actress and was a very introvert girl, she prefer be in the comfort of her home. What she doesn't know is that Cody would leave the party only to be with her, in his very glamorous (as always) outfit and just chill out with her.

NAWWW I love this so much! Thank you anon, this was a lot of fun 💖💖💖

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“She’s not here?”

Cody’s eyes swooped around the crowded room, the blur of familiar faces as he tried to avoid eye contact in case anybody caught him staring. He fiddled nervously with the zip on his striped top, wracking his brains back to the day he invited her. She knew what day and time it was, right?

“Maybe she had other plans,” Gus shrugged, downing the dwindling contents of his solo cup. “Have a drink, dude.”

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33 and 45 with Hawthorne Michael plz. Maybe with a love confession and some cocky behaviour 👌🏻

33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it. 45. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

Thank you for sending this in! I hope this does your idea justice and that you enjoy! As for my usual disclaimer, Michael is over 18 (as characters will always be for me. Sorry--it’s just what I’m most comfortable with because I am OLD.) Sorry this took so long, I wanted to try my best to make this a good answer for you.

Hawthorne!Michael: Not Just Anyone

“Keep the hood up,” Michael whispered in your ear. The alabaster halls of the warlock academy were desolate at this hour, but he didn’t want to take any chances that would stress your already overactive concerns. You didn’t mind the precautions. His cloak draped around your body and obscuring your face smelled heavily of his cologne and helped to ease your mind. There was still the nagging in your conscience that you couldn’t quite silence.

“Michael, what if you get caught with me? You can’t afford to be punished now.” He turned and tilted his head down so you could see his face below the edge of the hood.

“They already know that I’m the Alpha. More powerful than any of the witch Supremes that have ever existed. I’ve passed their tests and been recognized by the witches’ coven.” Michael lifted an eyebrow in amusement. “You really think they’re going to do anything to me? I think I’m entitled to a bit of fun after all the prestige that I’m bringing to this school.” He straightened up again and placed one hand behind his back and guided the other around your waist. “Now stop worrying, or you’ll crease that beautiful face.”

Michael’s steps were even and regular while you felt like you had to walk on tiptoe. How was he so casual about sneaking you into his school? Surely there would be some sort of consequence. Every flame-thrown shadow had you jumping or tensing, certain that you’d been caught. But Michael knew his way around the school quickly. What’s more, Michael knew his way around his fellow students and any of the elder warlocks that you might encounter.

The flickers of the fires and torch lights sparkled in his eyes. Pure mischief. There was no denying that you loved the thrill he brought to your life. It always left your heart racing. You felt like you were free falling, only there was no parachute to pull and soften the landing.

He pushed open one of the doors in the long hallway and quickly ushered you inside. The fireplace ignited as soon as he crossed the threshold and illuminated the room. Clean and orderly, just like Michael. You turned to him with a smile and slipped the hood down to your shoulders. In the privacy of his quarters, you felt free to relax. The locks clicked into place on the door with a simple wave of his hand while his eyes remained fixed on yours until he turned around. For several moments, he stood perfectly straight with his back to you.

“Michael-”

“Do you know why I’ve brought you here?” Slow, purposeful strides carried him to stand in front of you. Each heel-toe clack against the floorboards mocked the increasing beat of your heart. One of his hands reached out to twist a strand of your hair around his dexterous fingers, and you couldn’t help returning his smirk.

“I would imagine that has something to do with the “fun” you feel entitled to?” You reached up to stroke the thin silk bow at his neck with the tip of your index finger. He caught your wrist and brought the palm of your hand to his lips. The simple touch made your fingers twitch and a breathy moan sing from your throat.

“Certainly anyone could do for that.” Your eyes narrowed at his comment. Anyone could do? Asshole. Michael gripped your wrist tightly as you tried to pull your hand away. If he wanted to be like that, then he was welcome to go find anyone. “I mean why I brought you here. Specifically you.”

The struggle between the two of you stopped as your confusion set in. His hand around your wrist tugged you forward until he was able to lay his cheek against the warmth of your captive palm.  The soft fluttering of his lashes settling against his cheek seemed far too innocent a gesture coupled with the tone of his voice.

“I don’t know.” Michael tipped his head back and groaned in exaggerated annoyance. He released your hand so that he could hold his arms out at his sides.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” The gentle tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed the intended vitriol of his words. Moments passed where his eyes darted between yours. Suddenly, his shoulder relaxed into a shrug.

“Because I love you.”

That...was not what you had expected. Just as he did not expect your arms to fly around his neck when you threw yourself into him. You could feel his gasp against your lips when you firmly captured his. He stared at your closed eyes in surprise before melting into your embrace. The crackling of the fire and the distant laughing of someone a few doors down disappeared as the thumping of your heart flooded your ears. Warmth circled you in the form of his lissome arms keeping you steady against him.

Michael quickly came to speed with the moment. He stepped with his legs on the outside of yours, forcing you to move with him. Deep inhales through your nose keep the chain of increasingly needy kisses from breaking. The loud thump of your calf hitting the coffee table left you gasping against his lips and turned into shared chuckles that were lost in each other’s mouths. More than likely it would be a bruise tomorrow, and you hoped it wouldn’t be the only one you woke up with from tonight.

Walking backwards proved a challenge for you in the unfamiliar room, especially with the two of you continuously attached from the lips down. Michael grunted into you when he kicked the corner of the leather sofa in front of the fireplace. It nearly sent the two of you tumbling over the arm and to the floor. You couldn’t help giggling, and Michael took the moment to skillfully twirl your tongue together--effectively turning your amusement to pleasure.

Hands moved in a flurry over each other and articles of clothing were sent sailing through the air one by one on your journey to his bed. Trying to remove your pants without breaking the heated open-mouthed kisses proved more difficult than you expected, and only Michael’s arms around you kept you from greeting the floor with your face. You could feel him smirk against your lips, to which you replied with a murmured “shut up” that was drowned out by another moan when your back finally landed on the bed.

“Michael-Michael, wait.” You had to place firm hands on his chest to keep those sinful lips at bay. You wet your lips and panted against his chest to gather yourself together.

“I love you, too,” you swore with a soft smile. The deep chuckle from low in his chest reverberated straight through you and made you clench your thighs together. His lips spread into a wide, satisfied smirk.

“I know,” he said, and descended one again upon your kiss-swollen lips.

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Knee Socks

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: AM makes a music video for Knee Socks and your playing Alex's lover in it, then things get heated between you two after filming.

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving)

word count: 2342

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You parked your car in the designated spot for you, nervous for what you were about to do, couldn't believe that Arctic Monkeys had hired you to play Alex's ‘secret lover’ in their new music video, Knee Socks.

You mentally prepared yourself before you got out of your car and walked to the set that you would be filming on. When you got there you were greeted by the director, hair and makeup artist, and costume designer, not any members yet though. You introduced yourself to them even though they already knew your name. Then, the hair and makeup artist took you to a trailer to get you ready. They styled your hair to perfection, and put on light, or natural, makeup. Then, it was time to get your clothes on.

You walked over to another trailer and were greeted by the costume designer once again. She handed you a sky blue Lacoste that was most definitely not your size, black lace panties, and white knee socks. How fitting for the song.

They pointed you to a small dressing room where you changed and admired yourself in the mirror, never knowing that you would look this amazing with the outfit on. You exited the changing room and asked the costume designer where you needed to go next.

They told you that you needed to go to the set which they gladly led you to. It was a nice small suburban house, not to different from the one you grew up in. You saw the director and walked over to him to find out what you needed to do.

"Alright, so, you're going to be inside the house for all of the video. And near the end of it, Alex is going to knock on the door and pick you up and carry you inside," he said.

"Okay, anything else?" You asked. He was quick to reply, asking you if you were okay with smoking and doing a more 'scantily clad' thing. To which you replied yes. He then pointed you to a person that would tell you how to move, kind of like choreographer.

She started explaining what all you needed to do such as swaying your hips 'seductively' and that you would have to pretend to be on the phone with someone. Though, you still wanted to know what the director meant by "doing a more 'scantily clad' thing."

"Do you happen to know what the director meant by doing a scantily clad thing?" You questioned her. She took a moment to try and get a sense of what she was going to say to you. "Oh, well, what he meant is - actually, follow me and I'll explain it," she answered, bringing you into the bedroom in the house. You sat on the bed waiting for her to explain it to you.

"Okay, now, I'm assuming you know what fingering is," she said, sitting down on the bed as well. You nodded and waited for her to continue. "Well, you don't need to actually do that, you just need to make it look like you're doing it. So, just watch what I do, okay," she added.

Once again you nodded, watching her as she just put her hand between her legs. You mimicked her motion and then she stopped.

"That wasn't so hard," you said, standing up along with her and walking out of the room to be greeted by the director again.

"Are you ready to begin filming?" He asked. "Yes," you replied. They quickly finished setting things up and got ready to start. You were slightly nervous, excited nonetheless, but you still hadn't met Alex which made you nervous. You are playing his love interest so it would've made sense for you to meet him beforehand, or at least one of the other members, like Nick or Jamie.

Then, you began filming. It was fairly easy to do, you had shared off your nerves from earlier and became quite confident in what you were doing, you even did the scantily part effortlessly. Then, it came time to do the final part of the video, the thing that brought your nerves back.

You waited for the knock on the door which queued you to open the door and jump into his arms. Then, knock. You opened the door and saw Alex stood there in a black pair of trousers and a white button-up. His hair slicked back, his quiff absolutely perfect. Then, without warning, he grabbed the underside of your thighs and picked you up.

He stepped forward allowing himself inside the house and shut the door, then the scene was done.

He put you down, looking you up and down with his big, brown doe eyes. "You okay?" He asked, taking a small step backwards away from you.

"Yes," you replied, amazed by how hot he looked.

"Alright, and we are officially done for the day," the director said. You and Alex walked out of the 'house' and you started to walk away, going to change back into your normal clothes, wanting to cover yourself up just a bit more. Then as you started to head in that direction, Alex grabbed you by your wrist. You turned around to face him, to find out what he wanted.

"Uh, um, I know we just met, but w-would you like to come back to me trailer, and hang out with me there?" He asked, not removing his eyes from yours. You didn't even have to think twice, saying yes almost instantly. I mean, how could you turn down an invitation to hang out with Alex Turner in his trailer?

He smiled and led you to his trailer. You got there and he walked in first, gesturing you to come in as well. You looked around once you got in, it wasn't big by any means, but it was quaint, it was meant for one person after all.

You sat down on the very small couch. "You want anything? Coffee? Tea? Something to eat?" He questioned.

"No thanks. I'm good," you replied. He nodded and sat down beside you, even though he was sat very close to you. There was a small amount of awkward silence for a few minutes. It wasn't because you didn't like him, it was just that you didn't know what to say.

After a while though, Alex broke the silence, "You look really pretty in that," he said, gesturing to your ensemble that you had on. You hadn't really noticed or cared that you were in it until now. Colour started to creep into your cheeks.

"Thank you, Alex," you said, not looking at him even though you could tell that he was looking you up and down. "Really, I mean it," he responded. You finally looked up at him and you both locked eyes. He leaned in and kissed you. It was passionate and needy, yet soft and gentle at the same time. Your lips moved in rhythm with his.

He pulled away and started kissing down your neck, sucking and nipping at it. Your hands found their way into his hair, messing it up. He pulled away from your neck and looked you straight in the eyes.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, tugging lightly on your skyblue Lacoste. "Yes," you said. A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. You lifted your arms as he started to lift up your shirt, throwing it to the floor. He didn't have the patience to fiddle with the clasps on your bra, so instead he pulled the cups down, allowing your tits to spill over the strapless bra.

He wasted no time before leaning his head down, sucking one of your nipples in his mouth, his other hand squeezing and fondling with the other one. Your moans and whimpers filled the room.

He lifted his head from your breasts and moved away from you slightly, pulling you to be full laid down on the couch. You propped yourself on your elbows, wondering what he was doing. He crawled back on you, kissing your lips softly, then your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, and right above where you wanted him, the ache between your legs suddenly growing immensely.

"A-Alex, please," you begged. He looked up at you, starring you down with his big, chocolate brown eyes. "Tell me want you want, baby," he said.

"Please, touch me," you said. He smirked, sitting up and shuffling back. You were confused at first, then you knew what he was doing when he slid your panties down your legs until you could kick them off, kissing up your thighs, coming closer to where you needed him most.

All of a sudden, he spread your legs and buried his face in between them. His tongue lapping at your folds, teasing your clit. Your moans the only thing that you both could hear, your hands finding their way into his hair again, slightly pulling on it, causing him to let out a small moan, sending vibrations up your body. He moved from your clit and folds to your cunt, sticking his tongue in you, fucking you with it. His nose lightly grazing against your clit, driving you crazy. He removed his tongue from your cunt, replacing it with two of his long slender fingers. His mouth returned to your clit and folds, lapping at them in sync with his fingers that were pumping in and out of you. Suddenly, he curled his fingers deep inside of you and pressed down harshly on your clit with his tongue at the same time, which sent you spiraling. He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, letting you ride out your high.

Once you came down from your high, Alex removed his fingers from you, making you whimper at the emptiness they left. He sat up, straddling your hips.

You sat up, helping him take off his shirt as well as unclasping your bra, throwing it down as well. He stood up and took of his trousers. He pulled his long, thick cock out of his boxers. He sat back over you, kissing you passionately. You moved your hand down to lightly stroke his cock, causing him to moan into your mouth. He sat up again, pushing away your hand, tugging on his cock.

The head of his cock began teasing your folds, spreading the wetness. "P-please, Alex, please," you said, breathing heavily.

"What, love?" He teased. You rolled your hips, desperate for some friction, even if it was the smallest amount. To hold you still, he grabbed your hips, not allowing you the friction you so desperately craved.

"You want me cock inside you?" He smirked. You nodded eagerly. "Beg for it, love," he said, still teasing your folds with his cock.

"God, Alex, please. I need your cock inside me. Please," you begged, doing what he wanted. "That's it," he said, lining himself up with your entrance.

Without warning he snapped his hips forward, slipping inside of you easily. He gave you time to adjust to his size before moving.

Once you signaled him to move, he slid almost all the way out of you only to slip all the way back in, setting a pace. Your eyes closed after a few thrusts, moaning loudly. Alex noticed that your eyes had shut and suddenly stopped moving, making you open your eyes.

You looked up at him confused. "Eyes on me, baby," he said. You nodded and he started thrusting in and out of you again, going faster than the first time.

His thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing circles on it in sync with his thrusts. Then Alex heard people outside his trailer, you on the other hand, didn't. He quickly moved his hand from your clit to your mouth to quiet you.

Someone knocked on the door and asked, "Al, you in there?"

"Uh, y-yeah, Matt," he responded, trying to catch his breath. "Okay, well, have you seen your lover," he joked, but still being serious. "We can't find her anywhere but her car is still here, so have you?"

"Umm, no, no I haven't. Hope you find her though," Alex said, his voice cracking mid sentence. "Okay, let us know if you see her or tell her that we're looking for her," Matt replied.

"I will," Alex said as Matt walked away. "Okay, now where were we," Alex asked, regaining his confidence, removing his hand to go back to your clit to rub circles. He started thrusting I and out of you again, but this time he was rougher and faster with them.

His pace kept increasing, your moans getting louder and louder. You began to not care about them even though you were very close to being caught. As his pace gradually increased, you began getting closer to the edge, your orgasm building quickly.

"Alex, I-I'm close," you panted. "Me too, love," he replied. His thrusts became sloppier indicating that what he said about being close was true.

Three more thrusts.

One. Two. Three.

He pressed down on your clit which tipped you over the edge. He wasn't far behind you, taking only a few more thrusts before his hot release coated your walls, riding out both of your highs.

Once you both calmed down, Alex collapsed on top of your chest. "Wow, you really are amazing," you said. "Am I? You weren't to bad yourself," he smirked, kissing all the way up your chest to your lips. Just then, Matt entered the trailer. "Al, you sure you haven't seen-" you paused.

Then, you woke up, Alex right beside you. You sat up, then noticing Alex shuffle and wake up.

"Mm, baby, what's wrong?" He questioned.

"Nothing, just woke up from dream," you answered.

"What were your dream about?" He asked, now curious.

"Well, it was a naughty dream ... with you," you said slyly. Alex shuffled closer to you, kissing up your neck, "Tell me more and maybe I'll make your dream come true, love."

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Like I'm Falling In Love

Alex Turner x reader

summary: You and a buzzed headed Alex exchange your Valentine's Day gifts.

warnings: none

word count: 1.4k

-Drabble

a/n: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, EVERYONE!!!! Also, sorry this is up so late <33

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He woke up before you, releasing you from his tight grip. Instantly, you missed the feeling of his warm body against yours. The floorboards creaked as he walked to the dresser to get out a pair of light gray boxers. He groaned and yawned, tired from the events of last night.

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"Oh, god, baby, you're so tight and wet for me. Fuck, clench around me again," he moaned loudly, couldn't keep his praises for you in, had to make sure you knew that you were making him feel so good.

He watched your tits as you rode him, fulfilling all of his desires, making him feel just as good as made you feel. Alex's hands were firmly planted on your thighs, one of them slightly gripping your ass, bouncing you faster.

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Sitting up, you yawned yourself, opening your eyes. He saw you and smiled a goofy grin. You smiled back at him, watching him walk over to you. He sat down beside you and kissed you gently. "Happy Valentine's Day, doll," he said quietly. His strong arm reached for your hand, lightly squeezing it.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," you said. You laid your head down on his shoulder, lightly kissing his neck. One of your hands went to the back of his neck, lightly scratching at the fuzz on his freshly buzzed head. Your hand went farther up, stopping in the middle of the back of his head, scratching there as well. He leaned into your touch, obsessed whenever you scratched at his scalp over and over again. "Doll, I got you a gift and I think you're going to absolutely love it," he sighed, making you remove your hand from his head.

You looked at him and raised your eyebrows. He stood up without saying a word and went to go get them from the place where he had hid them. And it wasn't long before he came back with three bags and a vase of flowers, using both his hands to carry it all with.

He carefully handed you a vase of flowers before setting everything else down on the bed. He sat down beside you and handed you the smallest bag first. You took the bag and began to pull out the tissue paper. "I'm assuming you didn't wrap all these?" You chuckled as you were about to pull out the gift.

"Yeah, Katie and Kelly helped me ... oh, and the lady at one of the stores offered to wrap it," he said, his eyes lighting up as he pulled out the gift. It was your favorite perfume, the really expensive one that you only wore for fancy occasions, like an award event of Alex's or on a date with him because it was just so expensive to wear all the time. "There's something else in there, too," he said, motioning with his hand to the bag. You looked inside the bag and saw a small box and pulled it out, opening the box. Inside of it was a gold locket with yours and Alex's name engraved on the back, and when you opened the locket, there was a picture of you and Alex on your first date. And what made the picture all the more special was that he had taken it.

"Alex, I ... thank you, I love it so, so much," you thanked him, leaning into a hug. But he pulled away and spoke before you could properly hug him. "Don't thank me until you've opened the rest of the gifts," he laughed, handing you the second largest gift, cleaning away the tissue paper. Inside the bag was a wrapped gift with a black bow on it. You slowly took the ribbon off the box, and then you started to unwrap the gift, only to see a white clothing box. You looked up at him to see the smirk he had on his face and it was then that you had no doubt that this item of clothing would be something that would be a gift for both of you.

You took the top off the box to see white, sparkly tissue paper with a sticker holding it in place. Carefully, you took the sticker off the paper and folded it open. Underneath the paper was a black, lace, one-piece ensemble. You slowly pulled it completely out of the box to see it better. The lace looked like it covered all the right places just enough to, hopefully, drive Alex crazy when he would see you in it. And then you thought about what he might be thinking right now, just realizing that you hadn't said anything about it, and that your face had had the same blank expression on it.

You slowly looked up at Alex, locking eyes with him. He looked worried, worried if you didn't like it or what. "Alex, I ... it's absolutely gorgeous. I love it," you smiled. He sighed a breath of relief.

"I'm glad you like it, one of your friends helped me pick it out for you," he smiled as he took the wrapping away, then handed you the last and final gift of yours. The bag was quite big and heavy. You didn't know what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. And like the previous gift, it was a wrapped gift put into a bag with no tissue paper.

The wrapping was a white and black polka-dot pattern with a big red bow on it. You slid the bow off carefully, then ripping the beautiful wrapping paper. And instead of a plain white box being underneath the wrapping paper, it was a larger poster photo board of pictures of you and Alex at all sorts of events and dates and such. And in the bottom corner there was a note hand written by Alex, and it read: You are the light to my everything, you are perfect beyond all things imaginable. I can't bear life without you or your kisses. Your love and kisses and personality send me to a whole other world that I can't describe. I'm not sure what I'd do without you, in fact, I believe I'd crumble if you just one day disappeared from my life. Without you, I am nothing, I'm only in the darkness without your light to guide me home away from all the dark and awful in the world. -- Love, Alex ♡

You had tears in your eyes at this point, couldn't understand how you ended up with such an amazing man. "Alex, I ... Thank you, so, so much. I ... words can't describe how much I love this," you said as he leaned to place a kiss on your lips, wiping away your tears. You two sat there for a minute until you remembered about his gift. "Oh, shit, I almost forgot about your gift. Let me go get that really quick," you said, jumping up to get it from its hiding spot.

Soon, you came back to him laying down in bed again, his head laying on the pillow, sitting up once he saw you with your gift. It was a small, wrapped gift with a card on it, and now you weren't so sure that he would love it as much as you loved yours.

You sat down beside him and handed him the wrapped gift, watching him unwrap it to reveal a box. The buzzed babe in front of you opened the box and his face went blank. You couldn't take the silence so you spoke. "I know how sad you were when you lost the bracelet I gave you and your Death Ramps ring, so I thought I'd get you another," his face still was blank and you were worried that he didn't like it. "I-I know it's not as good as the stuff you got me but-" he cut you off by kissing you, his arm around your waist. He pulled away after a moment.

"Doll, I fucking love it," he kissed you back, only pulling away for breath, then resting his forehead against yours. "I love you," he said.

"I love you, too, Al," you replied, smiling.

"Now, why don't you put on that lingerie I got you so we can wake up and officially commence Valentine's Day with a bang -- literally and figuratively. You bit your lip and quickly followed his instructions.

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Always you (Alex Turner x reader)

A/n: this is not written for any specific era (the gif also has nothing to do with the story he just looks good in it)

TW: the story mentions cheating

Matt, Nick, Jamie and Alex were sitting in a pub, they always met there with some of their old friends every second Saturday if they were free.

Dave, one of said friends, came through the door. Surprisingly without his girlfriend Y/n. Y/n and the boys were friends longer than they knew Dave.

"Hey man!“ Matt greeted him before adding "I thought Y/n wanted to come with you?“ Dave chuckled before saying "Yeah no we broke up.“ at this Alex head perked up. "What? Why?“ Jamie asked him "Just didn’t worked anymore, we needed some space... you know what i mean...“ Alex got his phone out and texted Y/n 'Heard what happened. Are you okay?' He listened to the others before he heard his phone buzzing 'Did you "heard what happened" or did he actually told the truth?‘ said the message and he furrowed his brows. "I’ll be right back.“ Alex mumbled getting up to go call you outside the pub. As he got up Nick and Matt, who sat opposite from each other glanced at each other with knowing looks. Before Y/n and Dave started seeing each other everybody thought it would be Alex and Y/n who ended up together. And to be honest they still hoped on it know, they never met to people who seemed to fit this much.

Outside Alex waited for the call to get picked up "Hello“ You said, Alex noticed right away that you sounded sad. "Hey Y/n/n it’s me.“ he said while lighting up a cigarette "I know you idiot, what’s up?“ you chuckled but he could hear that you weren’t your usual self "Dave turned up without you, and your message made it seem like he wasn’t completely honest so I wanted to check if you’re alright...“ he couldn’t see it but you smiled at his rambling "I’ve been better but I will survive.“ you tried to joke but couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice. "I will come over and we can talk okay? Don’t want you to be alone.“ he asked hopefully and after you agreed he went inside to grab his leather jacked and mumbled something about having to leave. Everyone except your ex knew where the singer was headed.

"Hey“ said as his arms went around you and you hugged him back tightly. His smell calmed you down and made you feel better instantly.

You went inside and sat down on your couch.

"He said you two needed space..“ Alex started and you chuckled without humor "That’s not what happened... Well it would have happened that way if it weren’t for what he did..“ Alex looked at you confused and you took a deep breath "I wanted to break up with him for a few weeks now. I realized that I don’t really love him. But then...“ you couldn’t help for the tears that started to gather in your eyes. Alex arms went around you again "Hey it’s okay.“ he stroked your hair softly "I just feel so worthless now... He cheated on me... with multiple other woman.." Alex felt his heart sink "What?" Was the only thing he could get out "And he told me it was my fault since I’m not enough to make him happy...“ You felt Alex stiffen for a second "Y/n you can’t believe that for even a second! You are one of the greatest people I know!“ you sniffled a little and he hugged you closer, running his hand up and down your back. "You can’t believe that, you deserve so much better than this fucker..“ you wiped your eyes "You really think so?" he nodded "I know so.“ you smiled a little and felt him kiss your head softly. Alex’s arms stayed around you while he rubbed your back soothingly and you nuzzled your head into his neck. "The thing is I’m not even sad that we ended things because there weren’t even feelings anymore but what he did still hurt.“ you rambled and Alex answered "it’s okay to be sad. What he did was a shit thing to do."

"Can you stay over today? I don’t wanna be alone..“ you mumbled the last part and Alex nodded "Of course, let’s order something to eat and we can watch a movie okay?“ you nodded exited.

Later you sat on your couch with him under a shared blanked, the empty food containers on the coffee table, his arm around you and your head resting on his shoulder as you watched some movie. You felt completely at ease in moments like that with Alex. You had a big crush on him before Dave came into the picture, but since you knew him since forever you decided it was best not to date your best friend and Dave kept asking you out so you gave in. And the relationship wasn’t bad at all, you had grown strong feeling for Dave at the beginning but then he showed his slightly controlling side and started to talk down on you a lot.

You felt yourself getting tired and closed your eyes. Alex noticed that your body was leaning into his side more, seeing you so peaceful made a smile appear on his lips. He really liked you and seeing you so hurt made his heart break too, he wouldn’t ever treat you like your ex had. "Time to sleep?“ he asked in a low tone to you and you nodded. Alex got up and held his hands out to pull you up with a smile. You started walking but stopped in your tracks "You‘re staying right?" You asked the dark haired man "If you want me to?“ he said and you nodded "Yeah I really do.“ he smiled and you went to the bathroom. Sleeping in the same bed wasn’t something new for you both, but since you had been dating someone else you hadn’t cuddled with Alex in some time. The prospect of being able to do so again lifted you Mood up a little.

When you changed into a big shirt and some joggers, you saw that Alex was already in bed in the clothes you gave him. When he saw you enter the room he couldn’t help but smile, you were in one of his old the strokes shirts that he left at your flat ages ago. You curled up next to him and smiled sweetly "Thank you Al.“ you mumbled tiredly "For what?“ he asked starting to play with your hair "For being here with me. Being around you always makes me happy.“ he smiled to himself hearing your words "Always Y/n." Alex said sincerely and you yawned a little "I know I made a mistake dating him when it was always you..“ you mumbled before drifting off to sleep. You weren’t supposed to say that, you hadn’t even noticed that you actually said it out loud instead of just thinking it. Alex heart started beating faster when he heard you mumbled that. He hugged you closer to him, wanting you to feel safe even in your sleep. He swore to himself that night that he wouldn’t let you get away again and not let his thoughts get in the way of his love.

You stirred awake the next morning to an empty bed. With furrowed brows you sat up, his place was still warm, that’s when you heard clatter from the other room. You got out of bed and followed the sounds into your kitchen where you found Alex making tea and toast. "Now that’s a sight I could get used to.“ you smiled and he grinned back to you. "You ruined my plan to make you breakfast in bed..“

"Breakfast in bed huh? What did I do to deserve this?“ you leaned against the counter, he got closer to you and pushed a strand of hair out of your face "You don’t have to do anything to be treated good.“ you just smiled at him and he planted a small kiss onto your forehead.

When he was ready he went to your bed with the coffee. You had breakfast in bed and talked. It was a nice and slow morning, just you two together with all the time in the world. It made you wonder if this could have been your life everyday but you got a little disappointed when you suddenly remembered that he would leave in a few hours and you would be alone again. "Hey what’s up with that face?“ Alex asked when he noticed the look you had, he nudged your leg lightly. "It’s nothing.“ you shook you head smiling and hoping he would just let it go. But he raised his eyebrows at you "Y/n." You looked down at your hands and said "I just remembered that I will be without you in a few hours...“ he pulled you towards him and gently took your hands "Hey I’m not going anywhere okay?“ You looked into his brown eyes "I’ll happily stay as long as you’ll have me.“ you bit your lip to stop the smile from growing too big and nodded "I would like that. But I-" "No "buts“. I’m staying." He interrupted you.

You and Alex stayed in your flat for the whole weekend and after that you felt a lot better even if your feelings for Alex were back as strong as ever.

You continued to text a lot more than before trough the week and talked on the phone almost every day. So when two weeks later another pub night was on. You entered the small pub spotting the others rather quickly and sending a small wave at Matt who spotted you first. Alex eyes followed the direction his mate was waving at and when he saw you his eyes lit up immediately. He got up and embraced you into a big hug, after greeting the others you sat down between Katie and Alex. You all catched up and it felt good to see your friends again after skipping the last meet up, however your mood instantly dropped when you saw Dave enter the pub. You tensed up and Alex seemed to notice the change in your behavior his jaw clenched when he saw what caused you to stiffen "What is he doing here?“ Alex mumbled under his breath looking at your Ex who now walked towards your table "Here you all are!“ he laughed but nobody answered him instead Matt said "You have nerve showing your face here...“ Dave just scoffed "Why? Im just having a night out with my mates?“

"You don’t really expect us to be your mates anymore do you?“ Alex said with narrowed eyes, you took his hand under the table and he gave it a squeeze. "So what lies has the slut told you?“ you stared at him getting angry "Excuse me?“ You spat at him he just looked at you with a grin.

"Really guys? You can’t believe her right?“ he asked "How are these lies if I have proof of what happened? Two of the girls messaged me on instagram. Don’t act like that when you know exactly what you did.“ you said angry.

Dave laughed but no one chimed in "I think it’s better if you go now.“ Alex said and your ex boyfriend turned towards him "Really Al you chose her over me?“

"Anytime.“ Alex answered him while his thumb caressed the back of your hand under the table. While Dave searched for words Alex turned towards you, he didn’t wanted you to be in this situation any longer so he asked you "Wanna get another drink?“ and you nodded he stood up and you followed him to the bar.

You ordered your drinks and you took his hand again "Thank you.“ you told him honestly he shook his head slightly, turning his body towards you "No need to thank me Y/n." You wanted to protest but he spoke up again "I like you. I really do and you mean hell of a lot to me.“ you were taken aback a little at his confession but soon a smile broke out on your face "I like you too Alex. So much and I’m sorry i didn’t act upon it until now but-" he pulled you closer to stop your rambling "No sorry’s! We have all the time in the world and no one is going to come in between us anymore. Okay?“. You smiled "Okay.“ "Want to stay at my place tonight?“ You nodded at him "Yeah I’d like that.“ he smiled "And then maybe tomorrow we could go out... like on a date?“ he asked almost shy and your smile only got bigger "Yes, God Alex, Yes!“ you let out in a breath and he chuckled as he pulled you closer, the two of you just looking into each other’s eyes with dopey smiles on their faces. Out of your peripheral you saw that your ex were leaving the pub but you couldn’t care less about what he did. Alex kissed the back of your hand wich was still intertwined with his and you both made your way back to the table where your friends were waiting.

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I LOVE YOU THOMAS BROWNE X READER

Warnings : Fluff

Thomas needed to confess his feelings Towards, y/n its been months since he'd. Then a knock on his door gotten him out of his, trace y/n standing looking gorgeous too. Hello miss y/n I was just wondering when the milk, be delivering her said I'm very sorry. Mr Browne the cows are a bit stressful I tried my very, hardest but this is the best I could do. Said y/n its alright your hard working and should be, rewarded he said once he'd invite. Her into his home while y/n standing there silently, when Thomas arrived back okay um. Would you like some tea perhaps or even a glass of milk, said Thomas um water please. After the two sat and chatted thomas knew it was the perfect, opportunity to confess his. Feeling y/n I needed to express towards but please, listen said Thomas I'm madly in love. With you ever since you've helped Edward since his mothers, funeral I know its too. Soon but I needed to say something before its too late, said Thomas afterwards y/n had. Felt her body stiffen after his confession but afterwards, kissed him on his cheek I know. Ever since Edward and I spending time I've seen, how much you blushed too being in. Your house looking after him its obvious I love you too, said y/n afterwards they were. Cuddling during the whole night and that everything, went how Thomas knew good.

The End

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no. 5, use me

from knockin’ boots on wattpad

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+y/n's pov

matt, nick and jamie had just left the studio and me and al waved them off outside, and stood by the front door of the studio to both have a smoke.

"what did yeh fink then, babeh?.." he asked, his voice intrinsically deep, thick and rasp. he had his clockwork orange t-shirt on with his muscular arms on display, and leant with his right shoulder against the wall, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"oh, i absolutely love it. i'm in love with everything about this one al.. it's a work of art." i smiled, and saw his eyes light up, his brows raise with tame excitement and a genuine smile curve up on his lips.

"aw yeh're so sweet love.. means alot yeh sayin' tha'." he smiled brighter, coming away from the wall and bringing his hand to my cheek, softly caressing with his thumb.

"i really appreciate you and the guys having me here today," i said, leaning into his touch like a puppy and endlessly gazing into his captivating eyes.

"it's a pleasure love, an' i'm speakin' for the guys on that aswell. they love havin' yeh wiv us, 'ts not an issue at all." he said, coming in a bit closer and sweetly grabbing my chin, his pointer finger resting underneath. he gazed into my eyes for what felt like minutes, and i felt my cheeks warm up. "gi' us a kiss, will yeh?" he asked, smirking playfully and pulling me in by the chin, giving me a warm, wet and smooth kiss. there was quite the opposite energy in the kiss as opposed to the sweet conversation we were having.

"mhmm.. you taste like pastry, and smoke.." i whispered against his lips, smiling and making him lightly grin. he pulled away from my mouth with already lust-lidded eyes and gave me a peck on the lips.

"yeh look stunnin' todeh love... vereh good indeed." he rasped, licking his lips and looking me up and down, his classic pert smirk obvious. making me bite my lips, tasting the lasts of him and watching him so picturesquely take another drag from his cigarette.

"ohh.. dun't do tha'..." he said under deep breath, his voice lower than ever, yearning present. his eyes flashed shut, opening back up with a newfound hungriness, plentiful lust, glued onto my lips.

"it's you." i sighed, putting the blame on him. he started it.

"nah, it's you love... yeh're the one tha' came 'ere lookin' this fookin' good. it's you." he purred imperatively, enunciating the 'yous' and running his hand over his beard, then coming closer.. my heart racing more with every passing millisecond. he grabbed my chin again with the same hand, discarding his cigarette to the side on the ground and planting his now free hand on my lower back, bringing me in closer to him. at that i threw my cigarette too, completely focused on him.

"oh, al.." i faintly whispered, my eyes constantly darting from his and his lips.

"i saw yeh todeh, babeh... saw yer eyes falterin' down.. been 'ungreh for meh cock ever since yeh arrived 'aven't yeh love, mhmm?" he teased, tracing his thumb along my lips and sneaking his hand underneath my top, his hand on my bare skin, leaving goosebumps all over my back. "i bet tha' yer knickers 'ave been gettin' wetter an' wetter..." he lowed into my ear, his beard scratching against my neck. under his words i was hot, needy and he was right, wet. he had me aching, throbbing, and squeezing my legs around nothing.

"fuck, alex." i sighed, my hand immediately at the back of his neck with my fingers in his hair.

"mhmm, doll... i bet yer cunt's throbbin' for meh... achin' for meh... am i reyt?" he husked, kissing my neck, starting to bite.

"yes." i whispered, resting my face against the side of his head, moaning lightly into his ear. he sucked hard on my neck, and i could feel the heat and his growing hardness against my thigh.

"fook, gotta take yeh inside doll." he muttered, suddenly lifting me up with his hands on my ass, carrying me with ease through the door. i had my arms over his shoulders, and he sat down in front of the piano, forcing me to sit in his lap.

"did yeh plan this, eh? plan for meh to get this worked up over yeh...?" he said stubbornly, glaring down at his obvious hard-on. his eyes looking back up at me dark, burning into mine with his brows slightly arched, almost evil. he looked so sexy with his long hair, the slightly untamed beard.. it gave him an even darker dominance. he swiftly slipped both of his hands down the back of my jeans, roughly gripping my ass, making me gasp in suprise.

"fuck, al." i sighed, biting my lips.

"i want yeh to do summat doll... been finkin' about it non-stop lateleh.." he uttered, his eyes darker and sterner than ever whilst he licked his lips, leaving an appealing sheen.

"what is it al?" i whispered, slowly moving forward, moving against his cock. my jeans were so tight in the position i was sat in, and his hard cock along with the seam rubbed against my clit deliciously. it had me fiending for more, going again, making him grunt.

"i want yeh to ride meh thigh doll... use it teh get off..." he said softly, taking his hand to my face again, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear and planting a kiss on my lips. my heart raced at his sentence, i wanted to do it too, had thought about it aswell, the satisfaction i could already feel was immeasurable.

"you're a mind reader al," i said, smirking at him and already shifting in my position, spreading my hands across his thighs for leverage before my knee rested on the empty space inbetween his legs. "the thought of this has always turned me on..." i breathed, slightly squeezing his thighs before i finally sat over his left one. his mouth stayed parted open, and his eyes were all on me. and because i was already hot, aching and throbbing for him, his thigh made me feel good right away.

"'ave yeh fought about it too babeh.. like i 'ave?" he groaned, resting his hands on my hips, applying the slightest downward pressure.

"mhmm yesss... alot." i hissed, licking my lips and squeezing his thighs again with my hands, already enjoying the pressure.

"mhmm i like when yeh do tha'." he lowed with a smirk, his eyes lustful and his lips red. he pushed my hips down and forward, making me moan at the pleasurable friction against my clit, my shoulders dropping back.

"ohhh al.." i moaned, taking the job of moving against his thigh as my own, i gradually picked up a slow and steady pace, my mouth opening each time, heat overtaking my body and my core throbbing wildly.

"fook, tha's it doll... get off, use meh." he grunted, as if he was reaping just as much pleasure from this as i was. i squeezed my eyes shut naturally, before he swiftly closed his hand around my throat and tipped my head back down, "fookin' look at meh." he spat, and i opened my eyes, tears pricking in the corners from the intensity of it all. "good girl.." he drawled, at his words i felt a rush of wetness pool in my underwear, could never get over how he was in these scenarios. his words hit me perfectly everytime.

to my shock, he bounced his thigh, eliciting a high and eratic moan from me, it felt like what i had already been doing but better, more intense. i sensed a flicker of darkness take over his eyes, a smirk twitch at his lips at the uncontrolled noise i made.

"did tha' feel good doll? want meh to bounce yeh on meh thigh?" he drawled, bouncing it once more, the same noise coming out of my mouth, my eyes begging and answering yes. with his hand still around my throat, he pulled me in for a kiss. it was wet, humidly sensual and intoxicating, and as his lips so softly moved against mine, he seamlessly slipped in his tongue, the wetness of the kiss absolutely mind-bending.

as i grinded against his thigh and was meeting his bounces, my clit rubbed against it just right, making me release a loud moan into his mouth.

"mhmm, i want more al.... g-give it." i slurred against his lips, my hands pressed against his chest, pulling at the material of his t-shirt.

"alreyt doll.. keep goin', carreh on." he spoke, his hands now gripped tightly around my waist, pushing me down on his thigh, the seam of my jeans and his thigh pressing sensationally hard against my clit. i continued grinding, rolling my hips back and forth as he slowly began to pick up the pace of his bounces, and increasing the force of his hands on my waist.

"ohhh, makin' a mess on meh thigh alreadeh... 't's all wet doll.." he groaned, pushing harder, his bounces really starting to quicken. i could feel my climax on it's way, the speed of it all and him bringing me closer.

"oh, fuck al i'm getting close..." i moaned, slipping one of my hands underneath his shirt, feeling his warm skin on my fingertips. i clawed at his chest, sure to leave red marks when he took over my grinding for me, pushing my body back and forth and back and forth with his hands on my hips. he could never help himself when it came to these kinds of scenarios, had to take over and make me cum himself. i moaned loud, my mouth certainly wide open, my nails digging into his skin. "mhmm yeh gonna fookin cum for meh? cum all over daddeh's leg?" he spoke through gritted teeth, grunting lowly afterwards, his hair falling over his eyes, slick with sweat. "call me daddeh when yeh cum." i gushed again at his words, could feel that it had transferred onto his trousers like before. i was growing so close, the friction against my clit unbelievably good, perfectly hard, the right amount of pressure.

"ahh fuck! daddy i'm so close.." i whined, grinding my hips again, couldn't believe how good it felt. i felt dirty, but good.. grinding on his thigh and using him to get off. i was seconds away from my climax, yelping with pleasure before he whispered in my ear, "cum for meh y/n.. cum for daddeh." and i was gone, felt my orgasm wash over me. i moaned loudly, screamed daddy like he wanted, and my chest was rising and falling quickly, my entire body shaking. i fell into his embrace, rested my head on his shoulder as i came down from my high, his hand resting on the back of my neck caressing softly.

"well done, love..." he whispered, planting a kiss on the side of my neck.

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Catherine Howard’s gold tiara(?) in 4x02

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BURNING DESIRE THOMAS BROWNE X READER

WARNINGS : SMUT 18+,DDLG,BREEDING KINK

Thomas seen y/n laid underneath him and that, he wanted y/n to carrying his child as. Thomas are you alright you must be in a deep thought, tell me what is it all about said. Y/n well think if how round and full you are whenever, I see you with Edward and that. How beautiful you are to me said Thomas well go on, then make it come true here and. Now I'm not stopping you she said then as Thomas, had Stripped himself while did as. Well the two quickly gotten underneath the sheets, as he'd take his time kissing and has. Marked her while y/n grabbed him by the hair and, locked lips with him please don't be. Gentle I want your roughness that makes you manly, enough to feel you giving me what I. Needed said y/n as Thomas had begun to make love towards, her his hands in hers. That also kissing the neck and chest while her body, clingy onto him Thomas please. Faster Thomas your making me feeling the heat, next to you she said gosh y/n your hot. No matter purpose that is whenever i see you with edward, right away of thinking of you. Fully round with my child and that also you convincing, the child when the child is born. I'll be a proud daddy and you also a momma said Thomas, afterwards as Thomas held her. Closely towards his chest and played with her hair, y/n wondered if she'll be a good. Mother all those thoughts rushing towards her head, but her thoughts quickly vanish. Love I know you thinking that you're going to be kind, bad mother but I promise that you. Will be a motherly figure to my son edward and soon, to our newborn hopefully that its. Going to be kind hearted like us he said afterwards, they'll be a family of four.

THE END

[galaxybabes99]

You're so cute Thomas browne x reader

Warnings : Fluff

Ever since Thomas browne married y/n y/l/n the three, gotten well even Edward had love. Her company while the three prayers and had dinner, as Thomas couldn't stopping. Looking at y/n he thought she's too cute and adorable, Edward thanked his mom and dad. Afterwards as the two were alone Thomas couldn't hold in, his affection hugging and. Also kissing all over y/n's face my darling wife you're, just too cute my goodness I'm very. Lucky to have you all to myself said Thomas immediately, he'd kissed all over face and. Had even kissed her lips several times oh my goodness, Thomas you're making my face. Blush please not here I know you couldn't hold in how, adorable I looked but needed to. Do this another time said y/n darling don't be so shy, I know y/n you don't think you're a. Cutie but do think you are my precious wife oh how, I would just cuddle you every time if. I had the opportunity to do so don't be shy or even embarrassed, it's only going make you. So cuter than you've already are no matter what, others say just you and I even our own. Son Edward thinks as well he said then his own son, shown up and hugged y/n too. You're cute mommy I love you very much and very, thank you that daddy loves you as well. Afterwards the two couldn't stop telling her how cute and, pretty y/n was which made. Her cheeks turn bright red and also the two were, making y/n the happiest she ever was.

The End

[galaxybabes99]

Fetish Thomas Browne x Reader

Warnings : 18+ smut, breeding kink, daddy kink

Thomas and y/n married last spring at a local, church currently as while she's in bed. Thomas kissing her inner thigh while she's laughing, also moaning at the same time. Darling do you want to hear my idea if you wanted, to he said if course go ahead if I. Would love the idea of your thoughts daddy Thomas, she said you better not say that or. I'll breed you badly everyone will know what I've done, to you he said go ahead I'm not. Even stopping you why bother she said having his full, meal as she grasp onto his. Dark locks and craving his touch immediately y/n pulled him, as their lips touched she felt. Him grown harder by grinding against her thigh, immediately Thomas rocked his hips. Against hers he thought of her fully rounded with, the child in her womb then his feral. Side had him not slowing down y/n scratches his, back while he'd hand against her thigh. And then switching while she was above him and didn't slow, down Thomas had felt her. Getting close but not without him you close yet, y/n I cannot wait any longer he said yes. I'm also there daddy please can I come get oh fuck yes, she said afterwards both had. Finished but Thomas wasn't done yet he still needed, to make sure she'll be fully fertile as. He'd places her onto their bedroom table that Thomas, felt her growing hotter on my. Y/n who knew your such a dirty little girl who us aching for, daddy to keep you like this he. Said daddy please breed me I want you too please, said y/n begging his fingers moving. Onto her core he felt the twitching on her as his lips connected, in her neck and then lips. Afterwards y/n was exhausted felt as she was about, to sleep darling wait until you get. A bigger surprise tomorrow maybe we could around, the house again cannot wait to see. You fully pregnant my dear Y/n Browne you're going, to be the death of me too.

The End

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Say Yes to Heaven (Thomas Browne x Reader)

Thomas Browne has always extended his kindness to you. On a late night delivery, Thomas welcomes you into his home, making your wildest dreams come true.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of death and grief, mentions of religion, and possible historical inaccuracies.

A/N: I had to write something for Thomas because he makes me feral. So, enjoy.

The ground crunches beneath your feet as you make your way through the village. The sky has started to darken as the sun disappears under the horizon. A chill is creeping in, making the warmth from each house you visit seem welcoming.

You step into each home, delivering milk into tired hands. Most people try to plaster a grateful smile on their face, but it doesn’t quite reach their eyes. They keep conversation to a minimum and are quick to close the door once you leave, sealing you off from their world. The warmth gone from you so fast, leaving you in the cold air.

You walk up to your last stop, a house nicer than most of the others, with a man who is also nicer than most of the others.

Although the house may look nice, it too has been stricken with death and grief, things you are all too familiar with.

Your fist meets the dark wood of the door, giving it a firm knock. A cold breeze moves past you, goosebumps rising on your skin. Before you can stand in the cold for too long, the door in front of you opens.

“Y/N. Please come in.” He invites you in, gesturing to his home with an open hand.

You give him a nod and a kind smile as you start to feel warmer just by stepping inside.

He returns the smile, but only slightly. You know it’s nothing against you. Thomas has always treated you with a kindness you rarely receive. It’s surprising for a man like him, with the money he has, but it’s true. He’s just had a difficult time lately. You can’t expect him to be back to his old self, he never will be. You know this because you’ll never be the same either.

“Here you go, Thomas,” you say as you hand him the jar of milk from your bag.

His fingertips brush against yours as he takes it from you. You feel a slight tingle, just for a second.

“Thank you very much, Y/N.” His fingers wrap around the jar, and you can’t help but gaze into his icy, blue eyes. “I hope you’re doing well,” he continues.

“I’m doing fine. Keeping busy, I suppose.”

He exhales through his nose, “I understand that perfectly.”

His eyes meet the floor, a somberness taking over his face. You notice this, remembering that his wife’s funeral was only a few days ago.

“Thomas,” you start. At the sound of his name, he moves his eyes back to you. “I’m so sorry about your wife. I know how hard that is.” There’s a heaviness present in your voice. “I also must apologize for not being at the funeral. I-.”

He interrupts you before you can say more. “No need to apologize, Y/N. I understand how difficult it is to step away from your duties.”

Before he says anything else, he places his free hand on your upper arm. It’s a gentle touch, but your breathing grows unsteady.

“If you find any time, you should try and come to church…” He goes on about how it would be good for a woman like you. But all you can do is focus on his warm touch and how his eyes stay on you, like he’s able to see right into your soul.

You clear your throat and take a step back from him. His hand falling off you in the process.

“It’s getting dark, I don’t want to impose any more than I have already.”

He tries to protest but you stop him before he can continue.

“Goodnight, Thomas,” you say before stepping back into the cold, night air. The door closes behind you.

You listen to the pastor’s sermon, his voice raising, trying to keep everyone’s attention on him. You only feel the urge to drown him out. You used to enjoy attending church, finding it exciting and the Christian thing to do. But now you look past the billowing curtains, towards the clear, blue sky, and wish you were in your barn.

You’re not entirely sure why you decided to come today. Since the night of your last delivery, you haven’t been able to get Thomas off your mind. You’ve always thought he was attractive, but you never thought about him like that. Maybe because you felt it was wrong to think about a married man in that way.

But now, his touch is engraved into your mind. You think about how his long fingers wrapped around your arm, and how good it felt, just to feel that slight touch.

You crave more of his touch, and the feeling it brings. It’s something you haven’t felt in a long time. Honestly, you just crave more of Thomas, and the guilt is eating you alive.

Not only does it feel wrong morally to be that close to him. But it feels like a betrayal.

So, for some reason, you decided to come today. You’re not sure whether the reason was to try and feel closer to God or to try and see Thomas again. You want to believe it’s the former.

You were worried you would be faced with hostility from the others, including the pastor, by going to church. But they tolerate you like they usually do, only giving you dirty looks or not a glance at all.

You move your gaze across the room and see Thomas with his son, sitting on one of the wooden pews. You try not to look too long, but you can’t help but take in the way his brown hair is brushed back, the slightest of curls starting to form.

Before you can look away, he catches your eye. You start to feel embarrassed that he caught you staring, but he doesn’t move his eyes away from you. He doesn’t look upset with you or like he’s mocking you, instead he just drinks you in.

You’re the first to look away, hoping no one noticed the two of you. Your cheeks are red for a different reason now.

Moonlight is the only thing that illuminates your path through the village. You never deliver this late into the night. So, you went as fast as you can, not wanting to disrupt anyone’s night.

You arrive at Thomas’s house, your last stop, and knock on his door. You’ve been thinking about this moment since you saw him at church. You don’t really know what to expect, being face to face with him again.

The door opening pulls you out of your thoughts and he lets you in with a smile.

You hurry to explain why you’re so late, the words stumbling out of you. “Sorry to get here at such a late hour, I had a hard time milking Daisy today. I hope I’m not bothering you, Thomas.”

You hand him a jar of milk, scanning his face for any annoyance. That’s the last thing you would want.

“You’re never a bother, Y/N.” That smile still on his lips.

One is brought to yours as well. “That’s sweet of you to say.” Your eyes not exactly reaching his.

The only thing that can be heard is the sound of wood crackling in the fireplace, helping to light and warm the room.

“I should leave you to what you were doing. I have to get back anyways,” you tell him with a sigh.

As you turn around to leave, he stops you.

“Stay.”

You look back at him as he continues.

“Please. Only for a little while. You can sit and rest before you have to walk back. I’m sure you could use it, being on your feet all day,” he explains.

Thomas has always been nice to you, but never has he let you stay longer than a few minutes. Why now?

You feel that sinking feeling in your stomach, it trying to tell you that you shouldn’t be alone with Thomas, and you shouldn’t overstay your welcome. But you feel overjoyed that not only someone wants to spend time with you, but Thomas out of all people does. These feelings go to war inside your mind.

He notices your hesitance. “You’re not interrupting anything, I promise.”

There’s a silent plea in his eyes and that’s enough for you to finally give him a nod, telling him thank you.

“You can take a seat in here.” He leads you into the next room where there are some chairs and a couch. He waits for you to sit down.

You choose the couch, already feeling relief from the weight being taken off your feet.

“I’ll be right back, wouldn’t want to waste your hard work,” he says before leaving to put the milk away.

You set your bag down on the floor, now empty, and take a look around. You notice the fire starting to dwindle, casting eerie shadows on the walls. You smooth out any wrinkles in your gown, not sure what you should be doing right now.

Thankfully, Thomas isn’t gone too long.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m alright.”

He takes a seat next to you, leaving little room between you two on the small couch.

You shift a little at his close proximity before you both sit in silence. It’s a tad awkward but not unbearable.

You realize that you haven’t seen Edward tonight. Usually, you spot the little boy when you’re delivering to Thomas.

“Where is Edward?” You ask quietly.

“He went to bed a little while ago.”

“Oh. I suppose we should be quiet then.” Your voice almost at a whisper now.

“Yes, we should.” The whisper of his voice matching yours. You catch a glint in his eyes, as he doesn’t move them off you.

He parts his lips, wanting to say something, but taking the time to find the right words.

“Y/N, I’m glad you stayed. I must confess, I find your company… bewitching.” There’s a slight rasp in his voice, describing you and how you make him feel.

His wording catches you off guard. Before you can say something, he continues, “It was difficult to lose her. I knew it would be, but I didn’t know that it would be so lonely. I don’t know how you’ve done it for this long, and you’re completely on your own.”

All you can do is listen, your eyes becoming glassy. You’ve never heard someone say it out loud before, being able to put your feelings into words.

“I wasn’t supposed to be. I mean, I was going to get married.” A tear runs down your cheek. “But that winter was hard on him, he didn’t survive it.” You wipe your wet face. “So now I’m a milkmaid.” You let out a sarcastic laugh before sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.

Now you’re destined to a life of loneliness.

He reaches out to grab the hand in your lap, giving it a squeeze. That warm feeling comes back, it’s both comforting and electrifying.

“I had no idea, Y/N. I’m so sorry…” He continues to comfort you, but your only focus is his large hand in yours and the way his pink lips are moving.

He moves his other hand to your cheek, gently wiping the tears you didn’t realize were still falling. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling, a quiet whimper in your throat.

You hope he doesn’t hear it, but the look he gives you tells you he did.

His eyes darken slightly, and he slowly brings his lips to yours.

Your breath hitches as the kiss surprises you. But it doesn’t take you long to melt into his touch, his soft lips feeling heavenly on yours.

Neither of you realized how much you ached for the other, lips pressed together, both of you finally getting what you’ve been needing.

His hand moves from yours, sliding against your thigh. When his fingers peek under your gown, he moves his lips away from yours.

He asks, out of breath, “Is this too much?”

You think about how this could be a bad idea, how you two shouldn’t be doing this. But you want him too much to stop.

You shake your head, telling him no.

He goes back to kissing you, your hand moving to the soft strands of his hair.

His fingertips brush against your bare thigh, moving to where you need him most. He starts to rub you, his fingers already getting covered in your arousal.

His lips are on your neck now, leaving sloppy kisses. You try to stay quiet, but you can’t help the breathy moans coming out of you. It’s been so long since you’ve felt this good, felt the touch of a man.

He moves you so you’re lying down, your legs on either side of him. He quickly unbuttons his vest, throwing it onto the floor. Your gown is bunched up at your waist, revealing yourself to him.

“You’re sopping wet for me,” he breathes out as he releases himself from his pants.

All you can do is whine in anticipation, needing to feel him inside you. You see the smirk on his lips as his leaking tip brushes against your entrance.

When he finally pushes into you, a loud moan falls out of your lips. He stretches you open, and the feeling is so intense.

He stops moving, shushing you and giving you a warning, “If you want me to keep pleasing this tight, little cunt, you’re going to need to be quieter.”

You press your lips together, showing you’ll be quiet.

He continues to thrust into you, and your eyes go to the back of your head, tears kissing them for an entirely different reason now. You feel completely full and as he drives back into you, touching you deep inside. The pleasure is blinding.

When you set out on your delivery tonight, you had no idea that it would end with you being fucked by Thomas Browne.

He sets a steady rhythm as he hits the spots inside of you that has you feeling like you can’t think straight. His face is buried into your neck, his lips grazing your skin.

Your hand is on his back, nails clawing the fabric of his shirt. Hips rutting into you deeper, you can hear the light sighs coming from him as his pace gets faster.

Your walls flutter around him, feeling closer to the edge. He glances down at the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

“You take me so well,” he coos as his fingers find your clit.

You try not to make any noise, but it’s hard when he’s making you feel this good. You yelp at a particularly deep thrust, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.

He’s still rubbing your clit and it’s all too much for you. You grasp onto his shirt, body trembling, and you come around him. Hard.

His thrusts are getting sloppier and your cunt squeezing around him just pushes him closer.

You feel him twitch inside you, a moan coming from his lips as a warmth floods you.

You’re both out of breath as he takes himself out of you. There’s a slight amusement in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled state.

A smirk traces his lips, and he says, “I think you should deliver this late from now on.”

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Cody Fern as Thomas Browne | American Horror Stories S2E4 “Milkmaids”

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Cody Fern as Thomas Browne | American Horror Stories S2E4 “Milkmaids”

[galaxybabes99]

Thomas x milkmaid!reader and were he's actually our feminist icon? I WOULD LOVE THAT 😭

HONESTLY YEAHHH

thomas browne x milkmaid!reader comin UP

i'm not gonna go into specifics of how like 1700s or whatever the time was supposed to be- and like- how he was supposed- to be religious... but let's just ignore all of that lmao

imma just rewrite everything (like we did with duncan sjkbfdskj) JKSDFJKlsnjkfsgj

Thomas 🤚 being scared to fall in love again after his wife dies 🥺️🥺️ cause he’s SAD also LET'S JUST. not have an insane evil kid. I ALREADY FORGOT HIS SON'S NAME (it was edward) also he’s feminist but like also in the way that he’s just not an asshole but like KINDA OF AN ASSHOLE cause he’s SUFFERING id unno you’ll see (HE CAN JUST BE A BAD DAD FOR BIT I DUNNO)

...

nyways. (if i'm wrong or whatever about anything just stfu 🤏 (ily))

not proof read, i watched the episode once, i'm just babbling

word count: 2440 ish

warnings: none probs, fluff. talks of death/loss, smallpox/disease. old timey words and random modern words probs because i have no idea how to write 1700s timey

//

After losing her family to the illness that took over the town, the remainder of the community was left to rebuild and regrow. Months were spent in mourning. Enduring so much pain and loss only meant; that to those who still survived, had nothing else to lose.

Of course with time the heart heals, wounds mend and loss is slowly forgotten. But to those that lost all, the burden could be too much to bear. Y/n spent her days working, providing as much as she could from her skills to help bring life back into the town.

Mending clothing and providing sustenance to everyone who needed it. Losing her entire family to the plague was a curse in itself, often times she wished she was taken out as well. Living with the loss everyday was a bitter reminder of being terrifyingly lonely.

Milkmaids were a necessary role in the community, although it was often regarded with a negative response to some of the more unruly folk. She knew she was needed. No matter how rude and cruel some people could be. One who was never cruel to her was the gentle man down the lane. He was widowed with a son, at least that’s what she heard from neighbours. He was lucky, she thought. That he was still left with a son to carry on his family name.

Y/n was not so lucky. Losing her husband and everything she gained from her marriage. Her children. Her entire family and life. Gone from a simple yet dangerous plague.

One of the few people who showed her kindness, Thomas Browne. She knew of his son, one who she mended clothing for. Edward was at a young age, where he needed guidance from his father. And a nurturing love from his mother. One he did not have anymore. Thomas often struggled with this, as y/n watched from afar. Watching as Thomas struggled to handle Edward’s temper tantrums and unable to understand his own emotions.

Thomas ran his hands through his dark locks, some curls matted against his forehead as he wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched Edward, running back into their house, slamming the heavy wooden door along the way. 

Thomas has been frustrated and tired. His expression ridden with exhaustion and yet when their eyes met. He gave her a gentle sweet smile. One that she often looked forward to whenever she saw him. No matter how upset or distraught he had been, he’d always give her a gentle smile.

He gave her a simple nod of his head. And her a gentle bow in an almost sympathetic way. A pause passed, and neither moved. With his hands folded behind his back he made his way over towards her. 

“Miss Y/n,” he addressed her simply with a smile. 

“Mr. Browne,” she addressed him formally, her eyes lowering to the ground as she repeated her bow from earlier.

“Not necessary. Thomas is fine,” he reaffirms with a tilt of his head. “As you can see I’ve been struggling with managing Edward. His mood swings are so violent at times, I fear the loss of his mother has only made his temperment take a turn for the worse,” he explained rather nonchalantly to her. As if they were long time friends.

“You lost your wife to smallpox?” She asked delicately.

“Yes, our two daughters as well.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” y/n frowned. Although she was already burdened by her own pain, seeing the pain in others only made it worse. 

“And you? Have you suffered from the disease or have you been lucky?” He asked almost too optimistically, wanting to hear the later from her.

She paused, her voice caught in her throat. After so much time, she’d think it would be easier to explain. “I’ve lost my husband, and my children as well. I’ve been left with the farm, and-”

“I see,” he responded quickly. “You’re one of the few milkmaids left in town, is that correct?” He asked firmly.

“Y-yes,” she hesitantly said, her eyes almost darting between his cool toned blue eyes. She meant to explain further, wanted to explain she mostly stays in the farm she was left with. Often times working on whatever mending she received from the other milkmaids, and tending to the animals on her own when she could. 

“A welcome member of the community, I’m sure you’ve provided many for the town,” he said with his gentle smile. “Would it be presumptuous to ask if I could come in for a cup of tea?”

“What about?-”

“Edward? He’s probably off to his room, fuming until he comes back out... he can manage himself for a while or so.”

Y/n dusted off her hands and wiped them against her apron, ushering him into the pathway towards the farm. “Yes of course,” she gestured towards the front door. The pair making their way until she opened it and allowed him in. She quickly opened the windows, allowing a fresh breeze to enter as she brought out the kettle to start the water. 

“Have you managed on your own?” Thomas asked curiously as he had a look around his surroundings. Most of the heavy duty work was still left unattended, some managed on her own it seemed. But most of the farm still seemed rather taken care of. 

“Yes well, it’s been difficult on my own. My husband had a bit of money before he passed, (did they have.. money..? I’m dum okay) but I’ve been taking care of what I can,” she explained as she grabbed the cups and placed them onto the table. 

“You’ve done a wonderful job, your home looks lovely, y/n,” he complimented her. “Did you want any help?” He asked from his seat, watching her as she paced back and forth in the room. 

Her hands were quick to fan him away, almost dismissing him as she grabbed the tea, “no no, of course not,” her smile on her face was stoic, like she were used to being someone who tends to someone else. Not one who is taken care of often.

The water boiled, the fire still burning as she closed the door and allowed it to keep the heat in. She carefully laid the tea leaves in the cup, bringing the hot water towards it as she filled them and allowed room towards the top. Thomas watched her as she almost danced back and forth, gathering a bit of sugar and milk and returning the kettle before taking her seat again. 

“I am sorry about your husband, and your children,” he told her with a gentle grasp of her hands in his. They were soft, softer and more tender that she expected from him. “You mustn’t lose your life to this, you will find happiness again,” he reassured her.

She stared at him, blinking a few times as she took in his words. “Thank you, Thomas,” she breathed out her words. “You’ve been too kind to me with your words,” she exhaled another breath as she realized her hands were still in his grasp. Awkwardly she smiles, in doing so making Thomas smile as well as he releases her hands. 

“Shall we?” he gestures towards the steaming cups of tea. 

//

What was a simple smile lead to a few hours of chatter. Learning more about each other as they exchanged the stories of their lives. Eventually returning to Thomas’s home as he allowed her in, offering to cook her dinner as it had been too long since she had been taken care of. 

Edward was still locked in his bedroom, Thomas taking a moment to check in on him before returning to y/n. 

“I hope you’ll be satisfied with what I can offer,” he chuckled warmly, offering her some warmed bread as he continued to cook their meal. 

“I’m sure it’ll be more than sufficient, besides- I’ve barely cooked myself a full meal in a long time.”

Y/n watched Thomas as he worked around in the kitchen (WAS KITCHEN A WORD IN 1700s), his skills much higher than hers. As if he were taught a more precise way of cooking. His technique much more thoughtfully done, and with more care. Even the bread she ate was more thoughtfully made, a delicate braiding along the tops of the loaves, gave it more texture and depth. (i DUNNMO LEAVE ME ALONE I WANT BREAD REALLY BAD RIGHT NOW)

“It’s almost done,” he grinned, his smile nearly reaching his eyes. “I haven’t been able to cook a full meal in a long time for someone, and Edward’s appetite is difficult to manage, he barely eats anything I cook for him,” his smile diminished with his words. 

“Could you manage while I get Edward?” He asked of her as he cleaned up his hands.

“Oh- of course!” She stood up from her chair, walking towards the steaming hot pots as she looked over what he had been cooking. Seasoned vegetables and a warm stu. 

Thomas took a few large steps towards his son’s bedroom, knocking on it before opening the wooden door. “We have a guest, will you be behaving tonight?” He asked in a firm voice.

Edward had overheard his father speaking to the woman that came in earlier, hearing his father’s laughter again had reminded him of past times. When his father wasn’t burdened with him. Without feeling like everything had been taken away from him. That perhaps his father could be like he used to be. But his hearing his father’s stern voice simple had the boy shaking his head again, not wanting to join them for the meal.

Y/n stood near the stove, making sure nothing was burning and expected to see Thomas returning with Edward. When she heard only one pair of footsteps she turned to only see Thomas. His brows tightly knitted together as he let out another exhale of exhaustion. 

“I just don’t know what to do with him,” he shakes his head and returns to the stove. “Well, let’s eat,” he nods.

The table is set with a few simple candles, lighting the surface. Warmed bread laid in a basket and the stu warmed the bowls they were in along with steaming vegetables laid on the table. A few moments later during the meal, y/n breaks a pause in the conversation.

“Perhaps a more gentle approach would work?” She asked him with a raise of her brows.

“I’m so- sorry, that was out of line,” she quickly shook her head. Burying herself into the bowl of stu as she spooned more of it into her mouth. 

Thomas simply lowered his bowl from his hand, letting it sit on the table gently. “No, you’re right. I haven’t been able to discipline him since his lost his mother. He was always more fond of her than I.”

“I know that you lost your wife, but he lost his mother as well. He may not be handling it as well as you hope. Perhaps he needs more guidance and compassion as well,” she suggested almost shyly and quietly. Not wanting to press the issue too much.

“Would you like to try?” He raised his hand and gestured towards his son’s bedroom.

Y/n grabbed a bowl of the stu, along with some warmed bread and gently knocked against the door. Waiting patiently until it was nudged open. Little Edward peeking from the opening. “Are you hungry?” She asked gently with a smile.

After a few moments, he finally nods, a few times before he nods more firmly. 

Gesturing towards the bowl, she shows him the warmed stu, how steamy and delicious it looked. “Would you like to join us and eat at the table?” 

Thomas was sure she would return alone, perhaps with the bowl missing and was surprised as he heard her returning with Edward right behind her. Thomas was quick to bite his tongue, not saying anything harsh or anything he had been saying previously. Edward takes his seat, his eyes scanning his father as his bowl is placed in front of him. Y/n takes her seat and soon enough they are all eating together. Eagerly enjoying the meal until their bowls are emptied and their stomachs filled. 

//

The table is cleared after a successful dinner. A pleasant surprise to Thomas that his son was willing to sit with him, let alone with y/n as well. “You were right, that was the most behaved he has been in weeks,” he nodded as he cleaned up the last of the dishes, his hands wiped clean on a nearby cloth.

“Well I really shouldn’t impose anymore, thank you so much for the meal. I honestly haven’t eaten that well in a long time,” y/n smiled warmly. 

“Please don’t be a stranger, you’re welcome any time over here, I insist really. It’s easier to cook for three than for two,” he chuckled warmly, his chest shaking with his laughter. 

As y/n cleaned off her hands she looked back towards the closed door of Edward’s bedroom. “Have you tucked him into bed?” She asked Thomas in a whisper. 

“I- haven’t,” he said with a long pause. 

“We should-”

“I will,” he nodded and walked back over, y/n following quietly as she watched him knocking the door. It opening as he slipped in. She watched from the opening, Edward in bed, the bedroom illuminated by a dim orange flame in the corner. 

“You were very good today with Y/n. Listen, I know that it’s been hard, without your mother and sisters. And I’m proud of you for bearing the pain of it. It will get easier, and the pain will lessen, and soon you will no longer feel the pain at all.”

“How long will that take?” He asked quietly, his voice high pitched and meek.

“No one knows for sure. But I will help you through it all, alright?” Thomas said with a reassuring hand on his head.

“Get some sleep, tomorrow is a new day,” Thomas’s hand dropped to the blankets and sheets, tucking Edward into his bed.

Thomas returned to the door, slipping through it and closing it gently. 

The two stood in the hallway, pleasantly surprised with how the night had ended. Who knew a gentle smile would bring the two together. A comfortable silence filled the room and they slowly made their way towards the door. Their steps fading away from the hallway and towards the front of the house. 

Not wanting the night to end so soon, Thomas finally broke the silence, “It’s not too late for you to leave, is it?” 

//

and then they fugged or something

no probs just a lil kissie maybe

not taggin anyone cause there’s literally no thomas browne x reader fics FROM WHAT I CAN SEE LOL

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𝒞𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝐹𝑒𝓇𝓃 as 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓈 In American Horror Stories “Milkmaids”

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