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Gitae x Reader | That Strange Man

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Mexico.

Fucking Mexico.

You’d have slit the throat of any person who’d simply indicated that you would run away, to another country, with your tail tucked between your legs. You were a beast; you were the villain. You weren’t the one that ran, the imbecilic human parasites that surrounded you, were the ones that ran.

They ran from you.

But not anymore.

You were a wounded animal, a dethroned tyrant running from death. That black eyed bastard would get his comeuppance, you’d make sure of it. But, for now, you were stuck licking your wounds in the scorching heat of Mexico, dodging the creepy, slimy looks from rogue cartel members.

To think that the black-eyed bastard had been on your level made you fume with unquenched, fiery rage. You weren’t the only injured rat scurrying away; no, no, no, before that fight ended, you made damn sure to damage the fucker beyond repair, just like he’d done to you, and that jagged scar running down your back.

You sighed, running a hand through your unruly strands as the wind fluttered through, smashing its warm touch against your cheeks. Your legs ached; your temples throbbed with an impeding headache.

You simply wanted this day to end already.

Peeking around, you finally noticed your unfamiliar surroundings, now realising why you were receiving so many weird, slimy looks. The streets in this area all looked very similar, weaving and crossing into one-another, as if they all led to the same centre.

You cursed silently, the sudden realisation that you may have just wondered into the nest of one of the most dangerous cartels in Mexico, which was said to have had its main base in this city.

It was just your luck, to run into the most infamous cartel in Mexico, all because you were stuck in your own head.

This is why you take care to survey your surroundings, dipshit, you scolded yourself, letting out a quiet, scattered sigh as your turned to leave. You could feel holes lasering into your back but chose to ignore it. Better to flee now before more attention is wrought upon you.

Your legs swept rapidly across the cracking pavements, determined to reach the shopping centre and the better side of town, as soon as possible. You may be able to fight, but you cannot fight against a gun.

You could certainly try, but more often than not, gun fights ended with a trip to the hospital or a trip down under. You did not want to be going down under anytime soon.

You sighed with relief as the light churned and burst in front of the last alleyway, your form stepping out into the heavenly light, its beams caressing gently at your cheeks.

You turned to the right, your body colliding into a large, solid wall. You frowned, wincing as your still-injured shoulder smashed into the hard material.

A frown furrowed your brows as you noticed the very warm skin, and very real leather jacket on this supposed ‘wall’. Of-fucking-course. You’re so smart, a wall, she said. You scoffed internally, eyes peeking upwards and clashing with dead, tired eyes.

He’s kind of… handsome. And Korean?

“Oh, sorry,” You apologised in Korean, bowing before you turned to leave. A harsh grip wrapped itself around your wrist before you could leave, causing your eyes to narrow with annoyance. Why do I always have to beat fuckers up in every country I go to?

“Korean?” his timbre was low and grumbly, like a quiet tiger creeping through the night, deadly but silent. His tone brushed over you deliciously, sending a shockwave of shivers down your spine. You could feel that jagged scar running up your back tingling, filling with heat and itching at the sides.

Your head tilted slightly, eyes clashing to meet his again, your eyebrows furrowing at the sudden light twinkling in his dark irises. “Yes?” you answered his question, eyes lowering to his still too-tight grip on your wrist. “Can I help you?” you asked robotically, eyes void and face mostly blank, like always. He watched you with something akin to curiosity across his features, his grip loosening only slightly. You still couldn’t ignore the intimidating aura surrounding this mysterious man, the cold, detached look behind his eyes.

He was a bit like you, really, just harsher, darker and more serious, which you assumed came with age. He looked at least five years older than yourself, with tired bags beneath his eyelids. It made him seem more… enigmatic, in a way.

“Be careful down there,” he stated simply, as if words of protection were foreign to his own lips. You nodded, though filled with confusion, tugging your hand from his completely loosened grip with quite a bit of force.  He looked down at your free hand, eyebrow raised and a hint of curiosity in his gaze, as he stared you down.

You felt almost shy behind the towering walls surrounding your mind, the single place you locked away all and any type of feeling, hiding and cowering in the dark as you put on an emotionless front.

“Thankyou…?” you frowned, tilting away from the strange, towering male. “I’ll… see you around,” you stated simply, finally taking the initiative to walk away, ignoring the continued warm touch against your back, his eyes a never leaving presence until your form disappeared into the far distance, where his eyes could no longer brush with their detached look.

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You hadn’t been able to get that strange man’s presence out of your life for the past two months. You’d sworn you’d felt the heavy impact of his gaze over the first few weeks, your eyes peeking at every corner in attempt to find the strangely alluring man.

During the second month, you’d bumped into him again, though you were sure he’d planned it accordingly. “You again?” you murmured, head tilting upwards to peer into his eyes. He’d looked almost proud, as if nobody somewhat normal had ever looked him in the eye without trembling with fear.

You knew who he was now, having searched up Mexican cartels once you’d reached your shabby apartment on the other side of town. There wasn’t a single full-face shot of the mysterious man, only a single snap of the side of his head, his usual slicked back hair brushing against the sliver of skin shown to the side of the shot.

You’d thought of him as dangerous, but you hadn’t realised he’d been the leader, the drug lord, of one of the most notorious cartels in the entirety of Mexico.

“Me again,” he’d stated, eyes peering into yours, almost as if he’d had invisible hands reaching into your Scalera and into your brain, trying to pry it open and reveal all your secrets to him. However, you were no sissy, and you certainly weren’t a weakling.

Not many could say they’d been up against Gun Park at full strength and injured him. Though, he did injure you beyond repair, too.

You brushed thoughts of that man behind, there was no use dwelling on the death threats that made you scurry away to Mexico in the first place.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” He said as he slung you towards the corner of the alley, just away from the shopping centre.

Away from prying eyes.

You nodded mutely. If he put an end to you, then so be it. You’d lived your life, though not much of it, and it’d been pretty ass so far. You’d been scarred and hurt and broken, but you would not let your mind break. It was one of the only things you had left to yourself, and if you had to get murdered to keep your mind your own, unbroken and untouched, then so be it.

“Yet, you aren’t running,” he mused, tapping a finger against your temple as you looked on emotionlessly. “I don’t care for the horror or fear of death. I have lived, and I have died in many ways already. Kill me or don’t, I don’t have the capacity to care or think of it,” you told him stiffly, eyes narrowed, and tone agitated. He smirked, a teasing, out of this world smirk.

You’d felt like you’d been stabbed into a secret, one you and only you’d be able to hold and nurture and protect.

“Come with me,” he ordered, his hand wrapping around your forearm as he dragged you behind him. “Why? Where are you taking me?” you demanded, feet tapping rapidly as you tried to keep up with his pace.

“There is no one in this world I care for, respect or love. But you,” he let out a cackling laugh, a laugh so beautiful, you’d found it hard to continue breathing. Breathtaking. “You, my angel, have somehow earned a slither of my emotion; emotion I do not usually feel.”

He came to an abrupt halt, turning on you as he crowded you against another stray wall. “But that’s the thing about emotion, angel. I’m the monster of your story, and you are the light that smothers me. I’ll ruin you; I’ll ruin you so beautiful, and you’ll simply adore me for it,” he crooned into your ear, warm lips touching and suckling at your lobe and the large expanse of skin beneath.

I’ll ruin you.

You couldn’t help but let out a stray moan as his hand lowers to squeeze against your clothed breast, cheeks heating at the feel of his lips tipping upwards against your neck, an array of goosebumps lighting up across your skin.

His hand lowered beneath your shirt, shoving up inside your bra as his fingers tweaked your nipple. Bursts of pain and pleasure slithered through your charged veins, the throb between your legs growing more and more.

Your cheeks heated even more as you felt the wetness between your thighs start to gather, his fingers reaching down from your breasts to the waistband of your shorts, fingers dipping beneath your underwear as his index finger dipped into your tight cunt.

“Look at you, so wet for me. After all you know about me, what I’ve done and what I do. Your pussy’s weeping for my fingers, for my cock,” he breathed against your ear, his erection pressing against your side, and you could already tell he was big.

“I’m not going to fuck you today, my angel,” he said as his fingers thrust in and out of your soaping pussy, squelching noises filling and echoing your surroundings, proof of your wetness and absolute need for this psychotic man. He added another finger, stretching your tight channel further, his thumb circling your clit, and you couldn’t help but grind against his hand. “I’m going to fuck you dumb with my fingers, make you shake and tremble with pleasure, before I leave you here as if I was just your ghost,” he murmured, his third finger sliding into your pussy, adding and stretching and exploding your pleasure, reaching you to heights you never thought, with just a simple finger fucking.

For all evil this man was, he knew how to get a girl off really good. You found it harder and harder to reign your moans in, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his fingers thrusted deeper and deeper into your tight channel, pleasure coiling and burning in your stomach.

His hands were so big, his fingers stretched you so wide and strong, you were just so full. The heat across your cheeks darkened as your eyes fully rolled back, spine arching into him as you came all over his fingers, a quiet scream escaping your lips at the ecstasy firing through your blood.

“You come so prettily, too,” he hummed, finger beneath your chin as he tiped your head up, forcing your embarrassed gaze to his. “Next time I want you to scream my name as you come all over me. I’ll see you again soon, my angel,” he whispered, his body disappearing from your dishevelled state in a fraction of a second, a single name carrying across the wind.

Gitae Kim.

Your eyebrows furrow, suspicion arising at his rapid speed.

Is he like Gun Park? And that last name…

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It had only been a week since then, a total of almost three months since you’d met the man at all. Gitae Kim was a total enigma, one you knew came from the first generation. You’d not a doubt in your mind, that he’d somehow been involved with James Lee, who was only a couple of years older than yourself.

You hadn’t known what to think of the man. You either thought wary or lusty thoughts, neither deterring you from wanting to seek him out, to just see him. It had been as if he’d planted his very own obsession inside of you, your thoughts consumed with him and only him. He was never one to stray from your thoughts, and you needed to see him again.

At least until you left to go back to Korea. You’d felt like you’d recovered enough from your injury and felt it time you go back home. But, before you went back, you just wanted to gaze upon Gitae Kim one last time.

That was how you found yourself wondering down the dingy, shadowed alleyway under the ghastly gloom of the moon. Peeks of light filtered through the small gaps in the building as your feet patted quietly against the concrete pavement.

Your hood masked your hair and disguised your feminine form from any creepers, your stature looking like that of a mans as you traversed through the multiple alleyways, face set into a determined expression as you stalked forward.

“What do we have here,” a slimy male voice crooned from the side of you, his gaze clicking with the other man opposite you. “A little boy’s gotten lost,” The other males voice snickered, just as you felt shivers track down your spine.

Fuck, I didn’t want to be noticed.

In your hurry to get to Gitae, you’d completely forgone your usual masked presence, feet patting loudly and obviously, which had obviously wrought you unwanted attention.

You really didn’t feel like fighting two massive, fully-grown adult males right now. Though they weren’t as menacing as Gitae, you couldn’t help but think they were strong, and that you weren’t at your best. No, you were probably at your worst, even after mostly recovering. Now that you’d reflected, you’d probably barely recovered at all.

Maybe they’ll take me to Gitae. If not, I’ll have to use what’s left of my recovered energy, to take them out.

“You should know better than to come to this side of the city, boy,” one of the goons snickered, their hand wrenching the back of your neck in a tight grip, before dragging you forwards, deeper into the nest of the Cartel.

What felt like eons, but was likely only minutes, finally passed, and you found yourself bang in the middle of the cartel gang. Men of all sizes surrounded the space in a funny-looking circle, and a single man- Gitae – sat on a metal, rectangular box, at the front of the space.

“Sir, we found this boy lurking on the outskirts of our den,” the goon holding you explain, head bowed in respect, as the other goons grip tightened harshly on your upper arm. You could see Gitae’s eyes narrowing on you menacingly, but you couldn’t find it in you to be scared.

You knew this was what he was really like, he was an infamous cartel drug-lord, for one, and the menacing aura that had always followed him like a shadow should have made that fact even more obvious.

Gitae stops in front of you, his hand tugging down your hood. A flash of recognition flies through his eyes, his lip lifting into a rare smirk at the mutters echoing around the space.

“A little Birdy got lost,” He crooned, before his face fell flat and his expression became one of stone. “However, this little birdy is here for me.” His gaze narrows on his followers. “Get to work,” he barked, before grabbing your arm and stalking towards a single door to the right of the space.

He leads you into what you assume is quarters, leading you deep into the home, then tugging open a door hidden in an enclosed corner. “My angel came to find me,” He murmured, his hand holding your cheek as he towered over you.

“I wanted to see you before I left,” You blurted out, cheeks heating at your lack of brain around this one man. “Left?” He asked, tone stoney, while his eyes dragged you into his storm. “I’m going back to Korea,” you said, not breaking eye contact with the menace.

Gitae smirked, “And you wanted to see me one last time?” Despite yourself, and despite his mocking smile, you couldn’t help but nod at his question.

That was before you found yourself flat against soft satin sheets, a red hue flushed across your cheeks, eyes hazed with lust and lips parted into a tiny pout as Gitaes large cocked rammed in and out of your opening.

“Ngh~ slow down,” you whimpered, the sound of obscene squelching filling the room as Gitae rutted in and out of your wet cunt, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, at the delicious stretch of your pussy around his thick cock.

He smirked, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder as he angled his hips, hitting you deeper and deeper with each thrust, until you could almost feel him at the bottom of your stomach. “We all know you’re a slut for my cock, my angel. Shut up and take me like a good girl.”

You could see the haze of lust blurring his vision as his thrust became quicker and sloppier, your vision blacking out for a second, as his hand wrapped around your throat squeezed with an almost gentle pressure.

His pelvis brushed and slid against your weeping clitoris with every single thrust into your squelching cunt, pleasure soring through your veins as your mouth parted with a partially loud moan. The tightness in your stomach exploded, your pussy clenching down onto Gitae’s cock as you came, nails digging into his shoulders and drawing blood as you rode out your orgasm.

Still sensitive, you were overloaded with aftershocks of pleasure as Gitae carried on ploughing into your tight channel, thrusts becoming harder and harder as he chased his own high. A small, gravely groan escaped his lips as he came, the feel of cold matter entering you causing you to explode around his cock one last time.

His still semi-hard cock left your tight cunt, his lips locking with yours as you battled tongues. A trail of saliva connected you before he broke off and moved down your body, head burrowing to peek at your swollen, pink cunt, still flowing with your juices and his cum.

His wet appendage sprung out, licking and sucking at your tender clit. You moaned out in protest, pussy clenching and eyes rolling back at the overstimulation. “Don’t try and protest, my angel. I can see your needy cunt clenching right in front of my eyes,” He crooned into your cunt, his voice vibrating against your sensitive channel as he slipped his tongue into your cunt, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow circles.

That swirling ball of pleasure grew again in your stomach, tightening and tightening as his tongue thrust in and out of your wet cunt, squelching and obscene sounds becoming louder and louder as you moaned and screamed on is tongue.

Your orgasm rushed through you at the added pressure against your clit, your hands reaching to clutch at Gitae’s raven locks as you came on his tongue. “Delicious.” You watched with flushed cheeks as he loomed over you, the residual of your juices marring his mouth and chin.

He leaned over you, lips licking at your juices left on his mouth before his breath hit your ear. “I think I’ve become particularly addicted to the taste of your pussy, my angel. I’ll be coming with you to Korea.”

You had a feeling he’d already been set on returning to Korea before you came into the picture, he’d just decided to take you with him on his menacing mission of destruction.

You couldn’t say you weren’t looking forward to it.

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may 14, 1998

Sabrina entered Clarence’s with a food-full plastic bag in her hand. Lunch. And she was starving.

There were still a few finishing touches she had to put on the second of Jimmy’s three suits. She wouldn’t be done with the third until Sunday at the least. Luckily, she had peace of mind in knowing he would only need one of the suits for his trip. She debated giving him a call about the status of his garments…

Perhaps it would be too much.

But he said to call, her mind urged her.

“Fuck this,” Sabrina muttered to herself. Upon entering her office, the silence was serene. The tinny Lionel Richie playing inside the store was muffled behind the makeshift partition and she hummed along to All Night Long as she unpacked her Chinese takeaway. A few loud steps boomed up the creaky staircase—footsteps she knew well as Daniel’s—and soon his tall, lanky figure appeared into the office.

She muttered a ‘hello’ to him while taking her seat at her desk. Daniel did the same, waving to her with similar regard. He had propped open a book and smacked a piece of gum between his teeth. Fresh out of university, Daniel had a degree in Textiles; something Sabrina had no idea was a possible degree path.

The irony of the situation was that he was apprenticing under her. It gave Sabrina a silly boost to her ego.

She split her chopsticks and cracked open her Coke before she began to dig in. Not halfway into her first mouthful of chicken fried rice, Daniel slapped his book shut and an uncomfortable silence fell over them.

"I heard Jimmy Page was in for a fitting?" he asked.

Sabrina froze, slowly finishing her mouthful of food while the sound of her heart pounded throughout her entire body.

She gulped, "Yeah...last week."

"Fuck. Right when I catch a cold. How was he? What did he get?"

"Three suits. I've finished two of them."

"Seriously?" he exclaimed.

"Dunno why everyone's shitting themselves about this guy. He's just a normal bloke. Very nice." And kinda hot...

"Sab, I know you like the Spice Girls and that George Michael fruit but this guy was huge back in the day. I wonder why he'd even come to our store to be fitted."

"My dad and brother buzz off rock music so I know who he is, but he's a normal person. And he's a regular here, comes at least once every week or so. Guess he likes the savings," Sabrina shrugged.

Daniel's eyebrows furrowed, "How come I've never seen him?"

"Just unlucky, I guess," she teased, a grin spreading over her face. "I gave him your card, though. Mine hadn't come in yet so I put in a good word for you."

Excitement shone through his eyes, seemingly jumping for joy while stationed in his seat, "I could kiss you right now, Sab," then paused to think. "Did he leave his number?"

"Yeah, but I'd have to find the note I made with it."

A partial lie. Sabrina had written his number into her files for safekeeping, but she had left his receipt at her flat. She could practically see it laying beside her phone, the numbers begging to be dialed and given a chance.

"When you do, I wanna call to tell him the suits are ready," Daniel stood.

Sabrina guffawed, "Why would I let you call when I've done all the work?"

"Sab, what if he answers? It'd be an honor to tell him his suits are ready to be picked up."

"You sound like my brother right now," she chuckled. "He was practically on his knees asking for Jimmy's phone number after I told him."

"Please," he begged. He stepped closer to Sabrina's desk, picking one of the three fortune cookies she'd gotten with her meal.

“No,” she answered, “When you get your own famous client, then you can call them whenever you want.”

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The dial tone droned through the phone's receiver. Sabrina fought with herself over whether or not to press the final number to Jimmy's phone number. A sudden impulse decision made her press the number and soon the phone began to ring.

As her palms became increasingly sweatier, Sabrina could only imagine the conversation ahead. What would he say? How would he say it? What would she say? Suddenly, she felt transported back to her secondary school days when calling her crush's phone number. Then, she felt dumb.

She shook the anxiety from her mind and when the last ring was about to complete itself, the line clicked, "Hello?" his gentle voice said through the phone. Sabrina felt her heart melt just a little inside.

"Hi, this is Sabrina from Clarence's. Is this Jimmy?" Sabrina said the message as she normally would have to a normal customer. But she and Jimmy knew that he was anything but a normal customer and their interactions were anything but normal.

"Hi, Sabrina. This is Jimmy, yes. How are you?" Jimmy asked.

Sabrina smiled to herself, a step shy of giggling into the phone. "Good, thank you. And yourself?"

"Much better now," he paused to exhale amusedly. "Are you calling about the suits?"

"Yes, actually. The black and blue suits are ready for pickup, but the green one will have to wait until Sunday. I know you said you only needed one ready for today, but I tried my best to have all of them ready for you."

"That's quite alright, Sabrina. Shall I stop by this afternoon to pick them up?"

"That would be splendid, Jimmy."

Splendid?

"And will I have the honor of seeing you? I like to thank my tailors personally after I've seen their handiwork."

Sabrina felt her heart race in her chest when he spoke, "I'll be here until four as usual."

Jimmy paused for what seemed like a check of his watch. "I should get going then..." he chuckled. "I'll have someone come pick me up and I should be there soon."

"Sounds good," she paused for a beat, "People are buzzing about your appearance last week. I just spoke with Daniel over lunch and he was very upset to have missed you."

"Maybe he can alter some other piece of clothing I should buy and he can make my acquaintance. But I think I'm set on who I have altering my clothes now."

"Oh really? Who would that be, then?"

Jimmy laughed softly, "You, of course, darling."

"Oh—" Sabrina started, overcome with a short wave of shock at his response. "You haven't even seen my work yet and you're already praising it."

"You do a great job as a cashier. And you are head of alterations, aren't you?"

"That doesn't have anything to do with the work I do—"

"It has everything to do with it," Jimmy answered enthusiastically. "Listen, I'll be there in an hour. Can you wait for me?"

Daniel's footsteps came up the stairs once again. Sabrina was relieved the conversation had been coming to an end when he entered through the curtain. He furrowed his brow and signaled the phone with his fingers, silently asking who she was talking to.

"Of course I can wait, Jimmy," she said.

"Jimmy Page?” Daniel whispered loudly, nearly jumping for joy at the prospect. Sabrina nodded, turning away from him so as not to distract from her conversation.

"Beautiful...I'll see you, Sabrina."

Her heart fluttered, "Bye, Jimmy," she said. Upon placing the phone back onto the receiver, Sabrina let out a deep sigh, collapsing herself onto the desk.

“Not fair,” Daniel complained. He let out a distressed sigh before continuing, "I need your help with a customer. Are you busy?"

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Sabrina stood outside in the back alleyway of Clarence’s with Conner as he puffed on a cigarette. This was their usual ritual during the warmer months when she needed an additional moment away from the cash register or sewing machine. Conner didn’t mind, he enjoyed the extra bit of conversation while not being under the managerial watchful eye. She had had no qualms about the hobby itself, but the stench of the tobacco brought back nauseating memories.

Yet, despite this, she held an unlit cigarette between her fingers to further cast the illusion that she was on a “smoke break”.

"Why are you stood out here with me again?" Conner asked, not minding Sabrina as he flicked his bright green Bic.

The weather was too warm to be with a sweater, yet too cool to comfortably be without one. Sabrina rocked back and forth on her heels waiting to see if Jimmy's car would approach; an attempt at raising her body heat.

"Needed the fresh air,” she answered.

"You're second-hand smoking off me, Sab."

"Yeah, you should really kick that habit..." she said mindlessly, still stretching her neck to peer out into the quiet street. She rolled the cigarette between her fingers nervously.

"Why? So we can stand here and look like a couple of drug dealers?" Conner laughed, inhaling and blowing the air away from Sabrina's face, only for the wind to blow it back in her direction.

Sabrina rolled her eyes, "It's not good for you. Anyway, I'm headed back in; I'm starting to get cold out here."

"Is Jimmy coming back today?" Conner teased. "I heard Daniel talking shit earlier."

"About me?" Sabrina asked with a laugh. To his nod she said, "He's just jealous because he's the one who wants to be face deep in Jimmy's crotch."

"You say that like you weren't absolutely drooling all over him the other day."

"I wasn't!" Sabrina shot back. "If anything, Jimmy's the one flirting with me."

Conner hummed in disagreement, "I think you like the older ones and don't realize it, Sab. Just be careful. Men like him have whole mausoleums in their wardrobes. And those skeletons are dusty..." he said, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"How would you know?"

"You just know, Sabrina," he insisted. "What time is it?"

She checked the time on her watch, "Nearly four. Jimmy's probably here already. I'll catch you inside,” she said, passing Conner back his cigarette.

"Later," he replied, watching as Sabrina headed back out into the street to enter back into Clarence's through the front.

Sabrina was barely in the door when she heard someone call her name from the sidewalk. Jimmy, with his hands deep in his pockets, started on a light jog so as to approach her faster.

"Glad I caught you," he smiled, the corners of his eyes scrunching so all she could see were his pupils. He held the door for her as they entered back into the store; the regulated temperature bringing Sabrina some relief.

"I thought I had nearly missed you," Sabrina replied. "I was just in the back for a little bit. Taking in some outside air."

"Long day?"

"It's been alright. Nothing too bad," She began leading him back up into the fitting area. They bypassed her coworkers who seemed not to notice Jimmy—at least for the time being.

Jimmy's suits were hung in a changing booth where Sabrina had gone to retrieve them. She gave the zipped up bags a good pat before coming into the main area. "Do you want to take a look?"

He shook his head and reached out to Sabrina for the bags that nearly matched her height. They looked much smaller in his grasp. "I trust you."

"Do you?" She teased.

Jimmy took a deep breath, his exhale making it obvious he was holding back a laugh.

"Come on, Jimmy, I just want to see if you like them."

"I'm sure I will, Sabrina."

"Please," Sabrina countered. She batted her eyelids so as to draw a laugh from him. This time she broke through, once again getting the chance to see the delicate crow's feet bunch up by his eyes and to see the shake of his head as he couldn't believe she’d gotten him. It was only then that she noted his cologne again. The combination of it with the smell of the leather jacket he wore was sure to stir up any woman's interest.

He grimaced a bit at her begging, still sure (as he had said) that her work would have been to the quality that he had expected. But just to give her the satisfaction, Jimmy unzipped the bag and examined the navy colored suit coat and eyed it meticulously.

"Just as I thought. Wonderful work, Sabrina."

Sabrina nodded. "Thank you," she paused, "You can, uhm, you can call me Sab—if you want. All my friends call me Sab." she cringed as the words left her mouth, though, couldn't reverse them now.

"Sab," Jimmy replied, testing out how the name sounded on his lips. He played with the 'B' at the end for a moment, saying her name in full before fixing his gaze back onto her.

"You got it out of your system?" she smiled.

"I'm only teasing. I'll keep that in mind."

"Have you got any nicknames?" she asked.

"Just Jimmy. My full name's James."

"That rhymes," Sabrina chuckled. "Anyone call you Jim?"

"Not anyone that I like," he answered, his eyes firmly on hers the entire time, occasionally glancing away to map out the features of her face. She knew he had spotted not only the dark circles beneath her eyes, but also the smile lines that her mother nagged her about on a consistent basis. Jimmy held an amused look in his eyes, like he wanted to say something he couldn't.

Sabrina felt that she was unable to look away from him. His face seemed to have so much to offer her: dimpled cheeks further made charming by the combination of time and weight; Adam's apple bobbing as he took in steady breaths; the soft curl of his hair swiping his forehead like an older Superman trying hard to retain his image. All combined, she simply couldn't peel her eyes off him.

"Alright then," Sabrina said, "So you're happy with the suits? They'll serve you adequately for your time in America?"

"Absolutely. Thank you very much, Sab," he replied, nudging her with his elbow.

"You're very welcome. And since you've paid, you're free to go," she said, using her heels to begin rocking back and forth again.

"Alright, so I'll see you around then. I'll come get the last suit when I come back."

Sabrina nodded, "Safe travels, Jimmy."

He gave her a small smile and nodded. Jimmy's hand came out to touch her shoulder and it was as if all the cells in her body froze. Her breath hitched softly, then was a soft squeeze of his hand. Seconds later, he was gone again, and Sabrina watched as he trotted down the steps. She didn’t move a single muscle until well after she heard the jingling bells of the front door, signifying Jimmy’s exit.

☽

Later, Sabrina had come to find out that Jimmy had left her an extra hundred pounds as gratuity at the register. Much to her dismay, she pocketed it on her way out the door. A fleeting thought entered her mind that she should give him a call and reprimand him for his tip.

Then she debated if it was even worth it. She didn't want to make it seem as if she was too comfortable around him. After all, she barely knew him. That wasn’t to say she wasn't against getting to know him better.

The Northern line train rumbled along its tracks and Sabrina idly watched as people engaged in a myriad of activities. One woman sat with her nose in a book, her presumed son seated beside her, beating the living shit out of his Gameboy. Another man stoically read his Wembley Observer; the front page reading "Bid to Oust Tory Chief", something Sabrina would have to ask her father about later on.

She was nearly asleep on the train up to Brent Cross. Her mother had insisted she come for dinner as she had cooked extra and "wanted her daughter back home", if only for one night. Sabrina couldn't deny that a home cooked meal would do her some good. She could barely fry an egg without setting her flat ablaze so she was stuck with shoddy sandwiches and cheap takeout.

The train slowed to a stop at Brent Cross station, the tiled signs becoming clearer with each passing moment. Sabrina barely wasted a second following the opening of the doors before she was on the platform and weaving through the corridors she grew to know so well.

Her father's red Volkswagen flashed its lights at her upon her exiting the station. Sabrina made a quick approach to the car, entering the vehicle to see her father's outstretched arms.

Granting him the hug, Sabrina's father hummed contentedly. "Always great to receive a hug from your child. How are you Beanie?"

"No longer a child, that's for sure, Dad," Sabrina chuckled. "Where's Zach?" she asked as the car backed away from its spot.

"Home. Your mum needed help with something or other..." he trailed off, forgetting just why Zachary had stayed at home. He waved off the question. "You been alright, dear?"

Sabrina nodded, answering, "Everything's...going."

"Your mother worries about you being in that flat all alone. I tell her you'll be fine, but of course I worry about you, too, darling."

A pang of muted annoyance hit her, but she knew he had a good point. Nonetheless, she had to dispel their worries.

"I think I might get back into dating soon...maybe I'll have someone to keep me even more safe,” she lied.

"Oh, don't tell your mother," her father breathed a laugh, "She'll ask too many questions. Plus she's still holding out hope for Shaun..." he trailed off.

Sabrina scoffed. “What for?”

“Oh, come on, Beanie. You were together so long. Don’t tell me he’s dead to you already.”

That and more. “Shaun’s a prick,” she said, unable to hold back.

There was a tsk of his tongue, "Don't say that."

It was much quieter following the stunted conversation point about Shaun. Sabrina knew that what he had done didn't deserve her forgiveness; not for a very long time. There was no way her parents would understand his actions, either. This all left her in even more of a dilemma with her "beloved" ex-boyfriend.

"Heard any good music lately?" Sabrina tried. They were nearly home free, the familiar turns of the streets she had spent her childhood and teenage years on started to flood her mind with memories.

"Just my old eight-tracks. Stones, Clapton, this, that, the other. You?"

"I don't know," Sabrina trailed off, "Not much besides the radio playing at work. CD's, the like." She shrugged.

"Oh, I have a CD you may like. Remind me to get it for you before you leave," his fingers tapped at the steering wheel in time to the bass of the song playing quietly on the radio. They pulled into the driveway.

"Yeah? Who?"

"George Michael. I picked it up 'cause it looked interesting and it was quite good. Think you'll like it."

“What’s it called?” she asked, hoping the disc wouldn’t be one she already had in her collection.

“Something like Star Girl or what have you…it’s only got a few songs on it. But it has that song you like on it, Everything She Wants. An acoustic version of it.”

Excitement filled Sabrina’s chest. She had been putting off buying the Star People ‘97 single mostly because of her inability to justify the purchase. But she had also been unable to buy it because she could never find it in any shops near her. It was a wonder how her father had managed to encounter it in the tiny shops of Brent Cross. She would interrogate further once she had the disc in her hands.

As the two entered Sabrina's childhood home, the look and feel of the place always gave her an indescribable blast from the past. The wallpapered walls were the same as the ones that littered the backgrounds of hers and Zachary's childhood photos.

The shag carpet had been freshly hoovered—meaning shoes were forbidden until the carpet was trampled over again—the colors remained the very same, if not a bit faded from time. Sabrina gripped at the long carpet with her socks just as she had many-a-time in her teenage years when being lectured at dinner.

She could already tell this visit home wasn’t going to be the relaxing break from reality she was hoping. There was something in the air. And Sabrina didn’t like it one bit.

Everyone managed pleasantries as usual, but once around the table, the atmosphere made Sabrina more uneasy.

The clinking of silverware on ceramic put Sabrina’s nerves on edge and the usual delicious smell of Yorkshire pudding was rancid in her nostrils.

"David, did you get the radishes at the market like I asked you to?" Her mother, Georgia, asked.

The adult children very well knew the answer to the question. The two merely exchanged glances, hoping to god they would be spared from a passive aggressive discussion between their parents.

David looked up from his plate. He pretended a pondering look before looking regrettably at his wife, "Sorry George, I forgot," he swallowed, "Was so excited to see our Beanie that it slipped my mind."

Sabrina's mother fixed her gaze to her instead, "Sabrina, you'll never guess who I spoke to this week."

She broke off a piece of Yorkshire pudding and thought through all the people she could have possibly spoken to. She came up empty. "Hm?"

Zachary's foot nudged Sabrina's beneath the table. The knowing look he gave her made her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. Her expression turned in an instant.

"Shaun called this week," Georgia quipped excitedly, "Don't make that face! He said he wishes you both left off on a better note."

"Mum—" Sabrina started.

"Plus, he was so keen on proposing! And you went and clipped his wings, darling. He was so upset, the poor thing."

Finding that she couldn't possibly muster a response, Sabrina stared idly back at her mother.

"Say something, dear, don't just stare at me all bug-eyed."

"I haven't quite come to terms with him myself, Mum. I still need to do some personal reflection," Sabrina answered as calmly as she could manage.

"What does that even mean?" she threw her hands up. "I invited him for dinner on Sunday. I'd better hope you'll be in attendance."

Sabrina took another beat. "I'll have to politely decline. I'm busy this Sunday."

"Oh—" Georgia said. "You'll be missed, then."

"Sab, can you pass the mash, please?" Zachary mumbled. Without a word, she obliged, transferring the heavy bowl to her brother's hands.

The buzzing in her pocket diverted Sabrina's attention. She furrowed her brow, angling herself in her seat to better retrieve her phone from her jeans. "Sorry," she said.

Jimmy Page — mobile flashed on the screen back at her. Sabrina blinked once, then twice. The name didn't budge. Eventually she stared long enough that the call dropped. It was only then that she heard her heart pounding in her ears and felt the heat rising to her cheeks.

She wondered what Jimmy could have possibly wanted from her at this hour...

“Everything okay?” her father asked.

Sabrina couldn’t help a stammer. "Sorry, it was—uhm—a colleague."

"You're red as a tomato…quite some colleague," Zachary chuckled. Sabrina kicked him beneath the table and quickly put her cell phone back into her pocket. She reached for her glass of water, downing the rest of the liquid as the rest of the table sat in silence.

The feeling of her cell phone in her pocket was now an unwelcome intrusion. Conversation carried on between Sabrina’s family as she idly sat there. Stewing.

The assumption of Sabrina’s mother that she would be enthusiastic about dinner with Shaun followed by the unsolicited call from Jimmy was the one-two punch she didn’t know would be coming her way that evening. Perhaps this was the horrible sick-to-her-stomach feeling that had welcomed her into her parent’s home just half an hour earlier.

“Excuse me,” Sabrina said suddenly. Her feet carried her up the stairs, muscle memory guiding her back to her lilac and white striped bedroom. She swung the door closed, not quite slamming it, but pushing it hard enough that the door easily clicked into place.

“God,” she exhaled, letting her breath go as if she had been holding it in for much too long. Her face was hot and she pushed her thick, dark hair out away from her eyes. Her vision clouded over and she let herself go for long enough that her cheeks became streaked with tears. She wiped them away quickly, not fully allowing herself to have the moment she so desperately needed in light of her mother’s insensitivity.

Sabrina looked around her childhood bedroom, turning so she could reach for the sticker-laden light switch. The wallpaper that had been cut around it had been peeling for fifteen years, the yellowing beginning only recently. The warm glow of the yellow light placed Sabrina back into the mid-80s. The Raggedy Ann doll on her bed, the gargantuan Wham! poster on the wall above her headboard, and finally, her vanity. Looking at it now, she kind of wanted to take it back to her flat with her. The vanity that once held dozens of perfume bottles and all sorts of makeup products was now so empty it looked out of place in her old bedroom.

She sat on the pink suede-cushioned stool, crossing one leg over the other and holding her face in her hands. Her breath was the only sound she focused on for a long while. The steadiness brought her back to a better sense of calm. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket; an attempt to better examine what had just happened.

MISSED CALL

Jimmy Page — mobile

CALL BACK | EXIT

“Why the fuck…?” Sabrina whispered to herself. Her fingers ghosted between the arrow keys of “Call Back” and “EXIT” and considered calling him back before nervousness got the better of her and she clicked away from the pop-up.

Footsteps became louder as they squeaked up the staircase, nearer and nearer to her bedroom. Silence. Then, “Sab?” Zachary’s muffled voice came through the door. “You alright?”

In a rush, Sabrina stood and shoved her phone back into her pocket. “Yeah!” she exclaimed all too loud, “I’m—I just needed a minute.”

The door opened without so much as a knock, “I told her not to say anything about Shaun, that you wouldn’t—”

“It’s okay, Zach. It’s my fault I haven’t told her what happened yet.”

“Well, yeah, but you shouldn't have to. It’s over, she shouldn’t keep pestering you about him.”

Sabrina sighed, “I know. I know…”

There was a lull, Zachary staring at the floor, not wanting to ask, but desperately wanting to know…

“So, who called you?” he asked, a smile growing on either side of his lips.

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Main

❝ i must be pretty damn powerful ❞ ✧☾ { musings }

❝ one day we're gonna be free ❞ ✧☾ { aesthetic }

❝ do you think i don't care about you? ❞ ✧☾ { answered ask }

❝ nothing is ever certain ❞ ✧☾ { headcanons }

❝ wonder if it comes in a can or if it's homemade ❞ ✧☾ { ooc }

❝ you’ll be my guests at the yearly jubilee ❞ ✧☾ { memes }

❝ let them make their own way going forward ❞ ✧☾ { thread }

❝ wrong side of the peacock ❞ ✧☾ { crack }

Extras

✦･ ❂ ･✦☾ { visage }

☽✦ " what greater victory could queue have hoped for? " ✦☾

✧ ☽ ‖ ◸ ✉️ / ✏️ ◿ ‖ ☾ { open starter }

✧☾ 🌼🌻🌼 { ❝ throw kindness like confetti ❞ }

Meta / Relationship

[ v ; main ; meta ] / [v; main; meta ]

[ r ; bitter are the wars between brothers ]

[ r ; we're all we've got left ]

[ r ; i know who you are even if you don't ]

[ r ; the boy who was his world ]

[ r ; shrine of your lies ]

Muses

❝ what you've done cannot be undone ❞ ✧☾ { michael }

❝ rumors emerge of the chosen one's coming ❞ ✧☾ { alex lannon }

❝ what good is a message if nobody can read it ❞ ✧☾ { gabriel }

❝ i've seen civilizations rise and fall ❞ ✧☾ { lucifer }

❝ god has numbered the days of your kingdom ❞ ✧☾ { raphael }

❝ your sister is making me uncomfortable ❞ ✧☾ { uriel }

❝ let go of what was and have faith in what will be ❞ ✧ ☾ { laurel }

❝ what use is morality when there's no piper to be paid? ❞ ✦ ☾ { julian / lyrae }

❝ i am the man i am because of you ❞ ✦ ☾ { william whele }

❝ let waves carry you where light cannot ❞ ✧ ☾ { damarion }

❝ we go as lions through carnage and corpses ❞ ✧ ☾ { diomedes }

❝ my wrath shall cover the earth in fire and blood ❞ ✦☾ { darkness!gabriel }

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[formerhcst]

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[moongumi]

anything for good grades.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

⟶ cw. teacher!gojo, student!reader, smut, oral, unprotected sex, cum kink, creampie, gojo is a warning, p/with some plot, depriving

sypnosis: you'd do anything to pass gojo's class, even sleeping with him even if you hated him

⟶ wc. 1.7k

a/n: short little one, just wanted to get back into writing again :P hope u enjoy! warning its not edited and written v fast.

"Open your mouth more."

You complied, doing as he asked, yet it felt impossible. "It can't open anymore!"

"Well that's just a lie, isn’t it?," Gojo Satoru shoves his two fingers into your mouth exploring it through and through. His bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his ice-blue eyes gaze down at you as if you were his prey, making you feel weak and vulnerable. You were placed on your knees behind his desk, as the older man leans against it casually. His lips crack into a smirk when he finally gets a good look down your throat, "See, now you're ready."

If you had to explain this situation to anyone it would be hard to come up with a good excuse but otherwise, you'd just say you were going to fuck your teacher only because he was hot, not because you were borderline failing this course. Anyone and everyone would fuck this man, you could remember the first time he walked into your lecture, and all the girls melted at the sight of him. He adorned his dark sunglasses usually, even indoors but every now and then his beautiful eyes would peek past them and catch you off guard, shit you can't catch feelings for this man. He's too old and your teacher!

His fingers are beyond deep, patting your wet tongue with the underside of his thick fingers, "I'm confused, you're good at art so why are you here?"

"I─I, just didn't d─do well in the writing part, o─okay?" You managed to utter out whenever he’d find it in his heart to let you get a breath.

His eyes narrow, indifferent, "Hm, sure. Not because you're lazy?"

"I'm not lazy!" You argued immediately, narrowing your eyes at the white-haired man, "I just─hate this course, I just wanna get through it okay?"

He nods, breathing heavily, "You're in your third year darling, there's not much left plus why do you care about passing if you hate it so much?"

"My parents would kill me if I waste their money."

Gojo chuckles, pressing his bulge against your shoulder, "Art school is a waste already─"

"Not to them, a degree no matter what is still a degree," You say, sticking your tongue out as if ready to receive something from that. "After that, I'm free."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Your knees are bound together in his large hands, propped over his right shoulder as his raw and hot dick penetrates into you. Jeez, you're grateful for the birth control you have now. "What's your thing against condoms?"

"I don't have a thing against them, I just wanted to fuck you raw," He chuckles, leaning to brush his lips against your ears, "And you let me."

He thrusts deeply, his balls slapping against your bare ass. You didn't have to strip anything off, he seemed to like the whole fully clothed but the assets are out thing. Your skirt pulled up and underwear pushed to the side as it tightly pulled up against your clit adding a whole other sensation to your body. You couldn’t help letting the small whimpers slip past your glossed lips.

Your top pulled down for his mouth to suck on your pointed nipples, making your back arch into him even more. Gojo had his hands wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you down against the table while his dress pants were pushed down alongside his expensive belt. For some reason whenever your eyes would flicker towards his mesmerising ones you couldn’t help but desire something deep down in your gut, biting your lip you attempted to get what you want. Leaning your head towards his wanting to get a taste of his pink dusted lips, wet with nothing but the glistening remains of whenever he’d wet his lips with his tongue─oh that tongue. “Please, kiss me.”

He pries his driven eyes towards yours, sending you a grin. He thinks about it, is it alright-well he’s got his dick deep inside of you what would a kiss hurt. He presses his plump lips against your-left cheek. “Happy?”

You gasped, in shock and pleasure. He seemed to like the disappointed look on your face, with furrow eyebrows and a pouted lip whilst his thrusts resumed. You whimper, saying, “That is not what I mean.”

Sucking your lips between your teeth holding back your voice, feeling the ridges of your insides tugging his overly thick cock drag the wetness in and out of you.

He hums, looking down between you where you were both connected. He slowly drags a thrust out, watching your cunt swallow him whole, “I don’t kiss students.”

Oh.

“You’ve done this a lot then?” You hiss through your teeth, feeling his own bite down on your neck where he decides to trail kisses instead. Even though he was so rough below, somehow he was so gentle up here. One of his large hands weave through your hair, getting a good grip he pulls you back exposing your neck and face to him. He stares down at you, letting the words sink, “You’re not that special, kid.”

Shit, that stung yet he didn’t seem to care much. Gojo holds your head back as his mouth leaves rouge marks on your neck. Dropping your waists his thumb finds it’s joint on top of your swollen clit giving you that last bit of push that caused you to clench hard around him. It wasn’t going to be much longer but god, he wanted to drag it out. You were after all one of the prettier ones he’s fucked.

Gojo couldn’t hold back his grunts and sounds of pleasure when he reaches his limit. At least he had the audacity to let you hit it first. His thumb flicks fast and in sync with his rough thrusts, your body lets out and you start to let it all out. Biting your lip as hard as possible to not let anyone waiting to use the lecture hall hear.

He wishes he could hear it all, you break out and let go after all your pretty lips were one of the things he always found himself staring at during classes. Your cute oversized sweaters and wide jeans every other day, he couldn’t believe you were hiding all this under that.

Coming off your high you feel him blow his load inside of you, letting it all fill and drip out between the gaps of you and him. He breathes heavily, eyes closed and he lets go of your hair letting you finally lean back and rest. You watch his eyes narrow between your legs, he pulls out slowly and watches the cum dripple. He smiles, “You look good with my cum inside of you.”

“I’d look better when you let me pass.”

He nods, “Okay, okay.” Gojo packs himself back in his pants, eyes still not leaving the sight of your fucked out pussy. His finger prods at it while he pulls your underwear back up for you.

He holds your thigh while you put your shirt and all that back on, ready to leave. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“Need something?” You ask, zipping on your hoodie and finally putting your legs down yet he didn’t let go. His pretty face rather close to you, he seemed like a man on a mission, thinking. Then he blinks and is back to being a smiley idiot.

He smirks, finally getting to the point, “Don’t forget about your exhibition, after all you’ve got to impress the curator.” Right, your face drops remembering how that was literally next week. And Gojo of all people is the curator.

“Is there any way─”

“You can’t just avoid all your work.” He says your name when he leans down as he chuckles, grabbing the fallen papers that included your own essay. Since when did he actually know your name. “You’re passing the essay, not the course with this.”

You huff, jumping off while you pushed your shoulder against the overly arrogant teacher. His cum is still mostly inside of you leaking through your underwear, god you wanted to get home.

“When is that again?” You ask.

Gojo sits back in his chair watching you gather your bags and portfolio, “Monday, a finished piece with an artist statement. Plus you’re trying to get someone to buy it for charity. Impress me, Y/n.”

You shot a salute at him while you opened the door, looking back, “Didn’t I already impress you?”

Gojo’s eyes widen realizing what you meant, he nods smiling to himself, “Monday.”

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📚📚Fic Library 📚📚

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Welcome to the TMR Simp Pride Zone where we shamelessly daydream about Tom Riddle! All my fics come from 100% free-range, grass-fed prompts from fellow Tom Riddle Simps just like you and me. Feel free to submit your own prompts, and check out my Masterlist page for a more in-depth list of tags!

✨Multipart Fics✨

Jealousy A two-part minific based on a prompt about Tom getting super jealous over Reader, ends with a somewhat heated resolution ;) PART I ★ PART II

The Last of Your Rules Reader figures out a set of rules to survive navigating their FWB relationship with Tom Riddle, which goes great until he starts breaking them one by one. (Content warning: smut) PART I ★ PART II ★ PART III ★ PART IV

Nox You’re trapped in a closet with Tom Riddle playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. What happens in the dark, stays in the dark. (Content warning: smut) PART I ★ PART II

Mimicry “You’re going to destroy me,” he breathes, and his hand is at your throat, feather-light unlike the iron grip of his long fingers around your wrist. “You’re going to like it,” you whisper back, right against his lips. (Enemies to Lovers, Potions class rivals, jealous!Tom, all the good stuff...) (Content warning: smut) ☾⭒𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝℙ𝕆𝕊𝕋⭒☽ PART I ★ PART II ★ PART III ★ PART IV ★ PART V ★ PART VI ★ PART VII ★ PART VIII ★ PART IX ★ PART X ★ PART XI ★ PART XII ★ PART XIII ★ PART XIV ★ FINAL

white dove “If this is a game, then you’re playing too,” he says softly, stepping closer, “and if you’re playing too, then either one of us could be the winner.” You watch him closely. The man’s eyes are dark, beautiful, and alight as he looks back at you, the tension in the air impossible to mistake and suddenly you’re wondering if perhaps you can win this after all. “Or both of us,” you say delicately. (Content warning: smut) ❶·❷·❸·❹·❺·❻

Take a Bite The letter comes a week later, script like something off a fifteenth-century scroll written on smooth, cream-toned parchment in ink the colour of the sea water on a dark night. He’s asking if you’d like to watch again Julia next Friday. He says he promises it’ll only be for a few hours this time. He signs it T. M. Riddle. (Content warning: smut) ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟝 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟞 ★ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟟

✨Oneshots✨

Palm-reading Touch-starved Tom pretending he’s not dying over physical contact from Hufflepuff Reader, much to Reader’s amusement.

Tom Riddle, Star Pupil and Child Protégé Super affectionate Hufflepuff Reader and Tom staunchly in denial that he fucking loves it.

A Lot of Blood for a Prank Tom finds Reader injured and helps in a very Tom way. Sort of implied dark!Tom, and Muggleborn Reader.

Dangerous Ball-of-sunshine Slytherin Reader encounters a hint of Tom’s dark side for the first time, but it doesn’t necessarily go how Tom expects.

Tactile Affectionate Reader stops touching Tom because he never reacts to it, and when he asks why they stopped things get very, very heated. (Content warning: smut)

Something Elegant A very beautiful boy walks into Muggle Reader’s bookstore and wants to buy something - but he doesn’t seem to know what. Reader is determined to crack the case, and best of all, the boy keeps coming back.

Consume Reader looks into Tom Riddle’s tea leaves on an unlucky day in Divination. Something looks back.

An Easy Mistake Tom keeps trying to be nice to Hufflepuff Reader, but somehow it always seems to go wrong…

Retribution After somebody tries to slip Tom a love potion to break up him and Ravenclaw Reader’s relationship, they get a little bit theatrical in response...

Spoken For You’re already spoken for when Tom Riddle asks you to Slughorn’s party, but luckily (or unluckily), Tom is hardly known to give up on anything he wants so easily. (Content warning: smut)

For Now A very fluffy, very smutty, very indulgent Tom Riddle one-shot, read at your own risk. (Content warning: smut).

Presence You give Tom Riddle a flower and it’s all downhill from there.

The Deal You’re stuck with the arrogant, charming Riddle at the ball and you can’t imagine anything worse. Riddle appears to be imagining something else entirely. (Content warning: smut).

Possession You have a very curious diary in your possession. Or then again, perhaps the diary possesses you.

Stranger He’s just a guy. He’s just some slightly pretentious stranger addicted to caffeine and routine just like every other regular at this place, you don’t even know his name, there’s no reason you should be nervous to take an order to him. No reason at all.

Nothing More “I’d kill for you,” he promises one night. This is the sort of untethered, unbridled, almost juvenile passion you’ve come to expect from him. 

Ink From The Well “We sit at the same desk,” he calls after you. When you looked over your shoulder he’s still standing there with a glint in his eyes that makes you suspect that he’s already put two-and-two together. “Though you already knew that,” Tom continues, head tilting back a little as he smiles.

Half the Fun You're playing games with someone who is very, very used to winning.

✨Headcanons✨

Fluffy dating Tom HCs

Tom Riddle NSFW Alphabet

Possessive boyfriend Tom HCs

✨1k Followers Special! (each is a mini oneshot!)✨

🐕First Hufflepuff reader finds touch-starved Tom adorable and puppies are involved, I will not apologise.

🥇Second SMUT. Ravenclaw reader is Tom’s rival and a sarcastic shit and Tom finally gets sick of it.

🌲Third SMUT. Reader is Tom’s ex but clearly neither of them are over it.

📖Fourth KINDA SMUTTY. Tom is friends with sarcastic Ravenclaw reader and has a low-key freak out at physical contact.

🐍Fifth SMUT. Slytherin reader used to date Tom and a chance meeting in a certain girl’s bathroom late at night goes about how you’d expect...

💓Sixth Hufflepuff reader and touch-starved Tom wind up alone in a little alcove in the library, gratituous (slightly heated) fluff ensues...

🍽️Seventh You start a new job at a place called Wool’s Orphanage, and there’s a boy who lives here who seems a little... odd.

🩹Eighth Hufflepuff reader has a nasty encounter with a Bludger on the pitch. Tom is unhappy about it.

🌙Ninth Sarcastic Ravenclaw reader pries Tom away from his commitments outside, and it’s a very, very beautiful night.

💓Tenth SMUT. What, you don’t want Tom Riddle to eat you out in the Room of Requirement??? Possessive Tom, Slytherin reader, a decent dollop of fluff.

✨2k Followers Special!✨ (Sequel snippets!)

Artificial Ease ·Seven Devils· Fluffy awkwardness from when Tom and Marina were in Greece getting mistaken as a honeymooning couple. Gelato is involved.

✨Other✨

SEVEN DEVILS AO3║ff.net║wattpad (My magnum opus 200k Tom Riddle Redemption fic.) ★ Horcrux Healing ★ Time-travel ★ Muggle (SI) Main Character ★ Slow Burn ★ Dumbledore Critical ★ Diary!Tom ★

“Maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don’t have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it.” “You speak of remorse,” Dumbledore didn’t sound impressed. “If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done –” “Not Voldemort,” she interrupted. “Tom.” “You are suggesting that we use Voldemort’s first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle.” Dumbledore's tone left much to be desired.

THE BURNT CHILD AO3║ff.net║wattpad ★ 1940s Era ★ Slowburn ★ Seer MC ★ Horror Elements ★

‘Well they say a burnt child loves the fire.’ The words sit there on the page and I wonder briefly, wildly, if he’ll recognise them. Surely not. But I can so clearly imagine him in his dorm reading them all the same, sitting on his bed, legs outstretched, diary on his lap, lonesome candle lighting his way. A moment later, his tidy script appears just beneath mine and my stomach twists in horror. 'They say what fire does not destroy, it hardens.’ 

[galacticgraffiti]

!!!!! I love you so v much time for some THOTS (i mean i dont have many i just have one atm) can i get a uhhhh reverse strip with fives ie he puts armor on? if not literally anything with fives :))) - clone-simp-time

reverse strip hdksajkds i love that. the armour kink is running rampant i see and i am not complaining. @clone-simp-time because I know you don't get notified when asks are on anon

Warnings: sexy comments, general teasing, allusions to oral (m receiving)

!!! (lightly) NSFW/18+ !!!

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Fives sighs and gets up. You crack open your eyes just in time to see his perfect little ass jiggle around the corner to the bathroom. Sitting up you lean back against the headboard and wait. When he emerges from the bathroom, he is -sadly - already clad in his bodysuit, grinning at you, his white teeth shining in the light of the rising sun.

"Gotta go, mesh'la," he bends down to kiss your forehead and starts looking for his armour. The pieces are strewn across the room, discarded with little care in the heat of last night.

You prop yourself up to watch him get dressed- sliding the cuirass over his head, the rerebraces to his upper arms, clipping on the vambraces. Attaching his belt and codpiece, then the thigh plates and finally the greaves. You know you are staring and you can feel Fives's eyes on you, a shit-eating grin lighting up his face as he slows his movements.

"You like watching me get dressed?"

"I like watching you get undressed better, but... yes."

Fives chuckles and holds out his gauntlet plates.

"You wanna help me, pretty girl?"

You jump out of bed, still naked, and Fives almost chokes when you step close to him and press against his armour-clad chest, his arms automatically wrapping around you.

"I don't know, trooper, do you trust me to do it correctly?" you purr and run your finger down his chest plate. "Wouldn't want you to look sloppy now, would we."

"So far you haven't disappointed me, even when it comes to more... demanding tasks." Fives waggles his eyebrows and you burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Shame you already attached your codpiece or I could have shown you how good I am at more demanding tasks, as you call them."

Fives's hands slide down your back, squeezing your ass before they leave your body and you feel him move against you, something clattering to the floor suddenly.

"Whoops," Fives notes dryly. "Seems my codpiece wasn't attached correctly. Would you mind-"

Before he even finishes his sentence, you are already on your knees.

[waiting-on-a-dream]

oh, aurora, i wanted to ask, what would mia and irene think of my rsa kids? 👀 i'm especially curious (get it, because mia's tag) about fake!jay and mia's dynamic, i think they would get along pretty well, since both of them want to know so much about this world and jay is a very smart boy and all that..

*Cracks knuckles* Finally got around to answering this!

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Avery Glass

Mia: She wants to be friends with him, but he's scary! Something probably happened to him before that made him...the way he is now, but she's too scared of him to talk about it, so she just avoids him for the most part. If they ever have to work together on something, she'll try her best to be friendly though!

Irene: Empathetic curiosity on! His backstory, his UM, why he's so prickly about 'pretty' people, she's curious! But of course, she doesn't push him to talk about it right away, focusing on befriending him first. She isn't deterred by his tsundere behavior, if anything she finds it cute! He'll find himself warming up to her before he knows it!

Allen Snowhill

Mia: He seems nice! She'll be wanting to befriend him, and is more than happy to talk about whatever he wants! I can imagine them taking care of animals together, with Allen just wanting to pet them, and Mia wanting to study their behavior a little bit. ^v^

Irene: What a sweet child, but there's a bit of an intense aura to him...She's nice for the most part, but she interacts with him with a cautiousness that's reserved for people she has a bad feeling about. Allen hasn't done anything wrong just yet, so she gives him the benefit of the doubt for now.

Roland Thorn

Mia: She might just have him adopt her as a little sister figure! UvU But yeah, she really likes how he tries to be responsible and reliable for his underclassmen. He's pretty laid-back too! Hopefully he doesn't lecture her too much when one of her experiments blows up (again), she'll feel really bad otherwise.

Irene: Again, empathetic curiosity on! Why doesn't he like to talk about his UM? Why does he wear an eyepatch? Are the rumors about his past true? She befriends him out of care and concern, and maybe to sate her curiosity. He isn't so bad to hang around either.

Jay Polley

Mia: Ooh, fellow curious fellow! She'd definitely be trying to befriend him whenever she can, and probably finds his polite demeanor super cute. He can help her learn more about human culture, and in return she'd help him learn more about merfolk!

Irene: He reminds her of Chandani actually. He's a very nice boy, and she finds herself taking him under her wing almost instantly. Hopefully he likes having an older sister figure?

Ashley Leroll

Mia: This 'Angel' dorm leader sure is a weird person! She doesn't mind befriending Angel, but finds their strange tendencies a little too much to handle sometimes. But when she is in the mood for Angel's eccentricity, they get along very well!

Irene: Angel is a little too energetic for her to handle for long, but she's still friendly with them for the most part. There are times when she's in the mood to discuss conspiracy theories with them though!

Blythe Whitney

Mia: Blythe seems nice, but...boring. :( She's friendly with Blythe, but finds it hard to connect with her over their differences. The bunny girl is too stiff and anxious for her to properly have fun around.

Irene: This poor girl. Irene feels sympathetic for her, especially if Blythe decides to tell them about how her dorm stresses her out. They would love to be friends with her, and maybe convince her to give her dormmates a piece of her mind at some point. Can't have Blythe making herself too stressed now.

[ofhyperdeath-blog]

❝ The lens may be ruined but the tape is still there! ❞

my immortal sentences prompt | accepting

   ‘ UNDYNE?? ’ she wonders briefly what undyne is talking about. ‘ what tape?? is this one of your anime things ? ’