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fics-not-tragedies · 11 months ago

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@that lovely anon that asked about more fics for Santino/Riccardo, Keanu/John and Tom Hiddleston,

and for @alicedoestheinternet who asked about Kiefer (and his characters) fics,

and for everyone who wants to know what I've been planning over the course of the last years:

ENJOY!

Upcoming

This is the list of everything that I have planned writing & posting somewhere in the future. Since it’s a multi-fandom blog now there will more and more added to this list over time (until I lose my mind I guess so 🙃).

This is a list compiled of ideas I will explore in the future. When it comes to everything that is a series or a parted fic it will be started after I run out of those that are being currently posted.

Stood around in bars 🧾 🌼

(John Wick x Reader) When you’re receiving an unwanted attention at the bar, but a handsome stranger is here to help.

I only lie when I love you 🧾 💦

(John Wick x Reader) When he returns home from another successful mission John thinks that you’re gonna be all joyful, but he lied to you and you’re mad at him for doing so.

Bruises and bitemarks 🧾 💦

(John Wick x Reader) John loves to mark you as his every time he has the opportunity to do it.

Break my typical rules 🧾 💦

(John Wick x Reader; in which you’re an assassin too) The first rule in your personal survival code is to avoid getting entangled with colleagues. However, there’s something about Mr. Wick that consistently leaves you breathless every time your paths cross.

Skin pressed against me tight 🧾 💦

(Keanu Reeves x Reader; a oneshot from “Summer wine”) Keanu let’s you take care of him while he’s comfortably sat in an armchair.

How do you sleep? 📕 🔪💧

(John Wick x Reader) Following your parting, where every bridge was set ablaze, and the relationship appeared irreversibly severed, the universe has orchestrated a surprising twist, causing your paths to intersect once more. This could very well be a second chance for you and John to rebuild everything.

I’ll be yours 📕 🌼

(domestic!John Wick x Reader) Bits of your everyday domestic life with John.

Havana 📕 💧💦

(John Wick x Reader; sequel to Call me Señorita) You and John decide to spend a lovely vacation in Havana.

Wrong Side Of Life 📕 💧💦 ❗

(public prosecutor!John Wick x Reader) John Wick, a public prosecutor challenging the High Table, is also deeply entwined with the passionate affections of Miss D'Antonio. While she is well aware of his esteemed reputation in law enforcement, he remains unaware that the very organization he seeks to dismantle is under her rule.

The Witching Hour 📕 🔪💧💦 ❗

(witch hunter!John Wick x OFC) Tasked with finding her, proving her to be a witch, and delivering a death sentence, he soon discovers she’s no ordinary, defenseless witch. Bored with the monotony of his job, he realizes he may be dealing with a surprise adversary…

Chains & Whips 📚 🔪💦 ❗

(sub!John Wick x OFC) Once the period of grief subsides, Wick is left with the realization that he is once again engulfed in loneliness. To combat this solitude, he decides to visit one of the ‘houses of fun.’ Despite his usual dominance in the bedroom, a misunderstanding leads him to experience the unfamiliar role of being the one who gets dominated.

The game you’re gonna lose 📚 🔪💧

(John Wick x OFC) Her life takes a drastic turn when a proficient shooter fails in an attempt to assassinate her. Haunted by mysterious forces and left on her own without anyone to turn to, she decides to seek assistance from a man her father once trusted - John Wick.

A hole in your heart 📚 🔪💧💦 ❗

(John Wick/vampire!AU x OFC) John, seemingly uninterested in delving into his family history or searching for ancestors, is in for a surprise when a long-forgotten and presumed-dead friend returns from the afterlife to reveal the truth about John’s ancestral roots.

Prologue: Call me your name

Cupid shoots to kill 📚 🌼💦

(Keanu Reeves x OFC) A recipient of the prestigious Oscar for graphic design, she initially worked from the comfort of her home. However, in pursuit of proximity to the film production company she collaborates with, she makes the life-changing decision to relocate to Los Angeles. Submerged in an unending work schedule, she immerses herself in numerous new projects. Little does she know, one of these ventures will bring her into the unexpected sphere of her all-time favorite actor, triggering a cascade of events she had never expected.

Every End Has A Start 📚 🔪💧

(Johnny Utah an FBI agent x OFC) Several years have passed since his last major case, and now Johnny finds himself paired with a more seasoned agent to unravel an arson mystery that links to a figure from his past. To Agent Utah’s surprise, his partner seems to be withholding crucial information about the committed crime.

The Devil Is a Gentleman 📚 🔥💦 ❗

(devil!John Wick AU x OFC) The Devil, a genuine gentleman, reveals his angelic side when rescuing a damsel in profound distress. Curiously, their paths continue to intertwine wherever he ventures. Perhaps it’s a love that’s almost heaven-sent, or maybe she holds the key to his absolution.

Help, I’m Alive 📚 🌼🔪💧

(Constantine x OFC) An ordinary evening for her, conducting one autopsy after another, took an unexpected turn when a man, still bleeding from a gunshot wound, suddenly awoke on her cold steel table. Claiming he was meant to be damned to Hell but forbidden entry, he thrusts her into a new perspective, setting the stage for an adventurous journey alongside him.

Bad Habits 📕 🔪💧💦

(Santino D’Antonio x Reader) What started as a casual hookup in the club, a mere one-night stand, has spiraled into an unsettling obsession. Unwittingly, you’ve captured the attention of a dangerous individual.

In The Middle of a Gun Fight 📕 🔪💧

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) In the middle of a gunfight, in the center of a restaurant/They say, “Come with your arms raised high!”

The Jeweller's Hands 📕 🔪💧💦

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) By day, she is a skilled professional jeweler, meticulously crafting exquisite pieces. However, when the night falls, her alter ego emerges: a seasoned thief moving silently through the shadows to orchestrate daring heists. One evening, unbeknownst to her, the diamonds she acquires under the cover of darkness belong to a particularly formidable and dangerous individual, setting in motion a series of events that could jeopardize both her carefully curated dual life and the delicate balance between her contrasting professions.

Dangerous Animals 📚 💦🔪📛

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) In the face of seemingly one-way scenarios, Santino consistently seeks out alternative outcomes. When cornered in a dead-end alley by a striking woman with a gun aimed at his head, he resolves not only to rescue her from her past but also from her current predicament. The mysterious tattoo on her wrist speaks volumes, revealing more than she has ever disclosed. Surprisingly, he discovers in her not just the damsel in distress from the outset, but also a potential business partner and someone he could genuinely love.

WIP/sneak peek: Barrel of a gun

Malamore 📚 💦🔪

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) Upon Gianna’s recruitment of a new bodyguard for her younger brother, he is captivated by the woman tasked with ensuring his safety, not just from external threats but also from his own impulses. Constrained by the terms of the contract, she is prohibited from becoming romantically or sexually involved with Santino, the head of her security detail. However, the young D'Antonio finds himself fascinated by the older woman, and as true love takes hold, they are both willing to defy all risks and boundaries.

La Vendetta 📚 🔪💧📛 ❗

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) Santino’s wife remained a hidden secret until his associates witnessed her clutching his casket during the hasty ceremony in D'Antonio’s cemetery in Italy. With both siblings gone, she emerges as the sole individual capable of leading the Camorra into the new decade. Her inaugural move: a declaration of war against John Wick, the man responsible for her husband’s demise.

Dangerous Woman 📚 💦🔪📛

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) Truth effortlessly spills from her lips, requiring no permission. Having made a decision, she asserts that it’s her business and hers alone to manage. With one press of a key, she holds the power to change everything.

Italian Amor 📚 💦🔪📛

(Santino D’Antonio x OFC) Love is a game where fairness is thrown out the window. It seems like she already knew it - but to her own surprise one Italian man showed her it all could be quite different.

Music to my ears 🧾 🌼

On your vacation abroad you stumble upon a tall stranger that decided to play the piano in the smal ballroom of your hotel.

Such an easy flight 🧾 🌼

Andrew eases your anxiety aboard the plane which you both are flying to the same wedding of mutual friends.

Between Us, Steinway & His Sons 🧾 💦

Andrew is busy with his creative process, but you decide to disturb him just a little.

Talk refined 🧾 💦

Andrew flirts with you in a quite shameless way.

There Will Be Darkness Again 📕 🌼💧

Andrew’s journey unfolds as he not only falls in love with the intricate world of astrophysics but also becomes enamored with a remarkable astrophysicist.

Under the Scaffolds 📚 🌼💧📛

Discovering a recently opened bookstore in Dublin that pays homage to his favorite poet, Andrew is pleasantly surprised to learn that the owner is not just an ordinary bookstore proprietor. In fact, the owner happens to be a close friend of his bandmate. Consequently, Andrew’s free evenings become filled with copious amounts of tea and immersive book reading..

Understatement 📚 🌼💧 ❗

(literature professor AU x OFC) Professor Byrne consistently draws full attendance in his classes, driven by his profound love and devotion for literature. Throughout all these years, he has yet to encounter someone who shares the same deep feelings for poetry. Unbeknownst to him, the soulmate he has been seeking disguises herself as one of his students. Now faced with the dilemma of breaking his work ethics for her, the question remains: is he willing to take that risk?

Almost Me (Again) 📚 🌼🔪💧 ❗

(immortality AU x multiple OFCs) Explore the existence of an immortal through a series of pivotal moments stretched across millennia.

➺ Kisses 📚 🌼💧💦

(Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Experience the journey of your romance with Tom as depicted through the various types of kisses shared over the course of your entire relationship.

Glorious (Re)purpose (working title) 📚 🌼🔪💧💦 ❗

(Loki x OFC) Having traversed through time once again and landing in a new reality, Loki stumbles upon a kindred spirit - a lost soul much like himself -who unexpectedly feels like home.

Haunted 📚 🌼🔪💧💦 📛

(Sir Thomas Sharpe x Reader) Are the tales of ghosts from Crimson Peak genuine? Determined to uncover the truth, you decide to investigate for yourself after inheriting the mansion, along with a collection of mysterious artifacts from the past.

Next in line 📕 🔪💧💦 📛❗

(Jonathan Pine x 007!OFC) Serving Her Majesty was never a walk in the park, but when England is threatened by another dangerous adversary, 007 has no option but to step into the fray.

The Peace You Find In Dying 📕 🔪💧🩸💦 📛

(Adam x OFC) Transformed into a vampire against her will, she finds an unexpected ally in her neighbor, who becomes a mentor guiding her on the path of revenge.

Tainted 📕 🔪💧💦 📛

(dr Robert Laing x Reader) Your seemingly charming neighbor has an unexpected collection of dirty secrets

Not titled yet 🧾 🌼

(Henry Cavill x Reader) Meeting someone’s dog was never getting you anxious. It’s all different when it comes to meeting Henry’s dog for the first time.

Not titled yet 🧾 🌼

(Walter Marshall x Reader) You’re dating Walter for some time now and it’s the moment when you have to meet his daughter Faye.

All you leave behind 📕 🔪💧💦📛

(Capt. Syverson x OFC; Sand Castle) In a bid to escape her abusive father, she saw becoming a soldier as her only refuge. Following yet another promotion, she finds herself deployed to Baghdad with her squad. Surprisingly, the heart of a war zone becomes the unexpected meeting ground for two lost souls.

Shrine of your lies 📕 🔪💧💦📛 ❗

(agent Augustus Walker x OFC; MI franchise; AU where he wasn’t an asshole) The Impossible Mission Force successfully averted a global nuclear catastrophe (once again), prompting CIA agent Walker to align forces with the IMF. Together, they embark on a mission to locate a missing agent who has mysteriously disappeared.

Hungry Like the Wolf 📚 🔪💧💦📛 ❗

(The Witcher sorta modern!AU x OFC) As the world underwent a sudden transformation, she found herself with a brief period to acclimate to her newfound reality as a powerful sorceress. However, destiny soon arrived in the form of a famous Witcher.

Sharpen your knife 📚 🔪💧💦📛

(Walter Marshall x OFC; Nomis/Night Hunter) As a serial killer terrorizes the city, Detective Marshall finds himself teamed up with a fellow detective who was the first to successfully crack a case hauntingly similar to the current string of crimes.

Long Hot Summer 📕 💦

(Alexander Skarsgård x Reader) You and Alex fly out on a vacation together. Champagne. Late dinners. Long walks. Steamy sex.

Dance For You 📕 💦 ❗

(Alexander Skarsgård x Reader) You work as a pole dancer, and every time Alexander is in town, he consistently requests a dance from you, making him your favorite client..

Blood Tower 📕 💧🩸💦 ❗

(Eric Northman x OFC) Following the skyrocketing success of “New Blood,” which secures its position as the number one stock on the market and transforms the company into a billion-dollar entity, the owner, Mr. Northman, becomes intensely captivated by his assistant. Unaware of the true extent of his danger, she finds herself entangled in a web of fascination.

When The Sun Goes Down 📕 🩸💦

(Eric Northman x OFC) A long-lost lover makes a visit to Bon Temps, haunting Eric at “Fangtasia” and stirring memories of their shared past.

Innocence & Arrogance Entwined 📕 💧🩸💦

(Eric Northman x OFC) She’s the embodiment of innocence, he’s a blood thirsty vampire. How will their story end?

It Was London 📚 🔪💧💦

(Gadi Becker x OFC) Amidst the escalating terrorist threat engulfing London in the early 70s, an Israeli intelligence officer enlists the help of a young, aspiring model to infiltrate an organization with plans to bomb half of the UK.

Sacrifice 📚 🔪💧💦📛

(Jack Bauer x OFC) In the realm of real-time events, terrorist threats are just another day at the office for the CTU staff. However, this particular threat has the power to alter the lives of each of them.

505 📚 🔪💧💦📛

(president Tom Kirkman x OFC) Every individual, including the POTUS, harbors secrets. The question remains: will the secrets of the past shed light on understanding his future?

Limerence📕 🔪💧💦📛

(president Tom Kirkman x OFC) A deep romantic infatuation unfolds amidst the backdrop of a conspiracy that threatens an entire nation.

National Anthem📕 🔪💧💦📛

(president Tom Kirkman x OFC) Prioritizing country over the one he loved proved to be his most regrettable decision. Will he manage to make amends for lost time when he encounters her at the press conference? Only time will unveil the answer.

Strange Perfections📕 🔪💧💦📛

(president Tom Kirkman x OFC) With a fresh threat looming, a newfound ally emerges. How will this chapter of their lives conclude?

Unforecasted Storm📕 🔪🩸💦📛

(David x OFC) She got transformed into an immortal bloodsucker, but is eternity truly meant for her?

Tales from the Continental 📚 🔪💧💦📛

(Original Characters) The Manager is always in. Continental intertwines the stories of six guests, all with a killer background. Each of the guests came with their own tale of mystery and intrigue, all united by their profession.

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever 📕 🔪💧🩸💦

(Bill Compton x Reader) The idea of eternal life doesn’t appeal to every vampire and you are one of them who are terrified of ‘forever’.

To the End 📚 🔪💧🩸💦 ❗

(Bill Compton x OFC) The story of Bill Compton as he moves beyond his relationship with Sookie, finding true love in a mysterious newcomer to Bon Temps, seeking refuge from a troubled past.

Shrike 📕 💧🌻

(Tommy Shelby x Reader) You were a presence that suddenly vanished from his life. Yet, somehow, he uncovered your new address, and the letter you just received is undeniable proof of it.

Dinner & Diatribes 📕 🔪💧

(Tommy Shelby x Reader) A seemingly straightforward dinner with your and Tommy’s family was anything but simple; with the Shelby family, there’s always a chance it could erupt into chaos.

Tearing You Apart 📚 🔪💧🩸💦 ❗

(modern AU; Tommy Shelby x OFC) Tommy Shelby, the formidable leader of a prominent Birmingham mafia, maintains an iron grip on the city through his company, a renowned pub, and a set of unwavering rules. However, when he encounters Evelyn Clarke, a steadfast ally to his family, he finds himself in a struggle for her affections against one of the few individuals he can genuinely call a friend.

Falling 📚 🔪💧 ❗

(modern AU;Tommy Shelby x OFC) His life lay in ruins, his heart shattered into fragments. Can the unexpected arrival of a new bartender, secretly hired by his brothers, mend the broken pieces and make him feel complete once more?

Fools On Parade 📚 💧💦🩸🔪🌻

(Tommy Shelby x OFC) Following a botched deal with the Italians, Tommy finds himself entangled in an unexpected relationship with Luca Changretta’s daughter, Sibilla. As the young woman struggles to navigate the realities of Birmingham and integrate into Tommy’s family, issues follow them around.

The Crimes That Bind 📚 🔪💧🩸💦

(Tommy Shelby x OFC) The Boswell family stands devotedly alongside the Shelbys, and their sole daughter, a skilled nurse, frequently aids the Shelby boys in tending to their wounds. When Tommy seeks her assistance one day, she offers more than just the skillful touch of her hands—she gives him her heart with no expectations in return. However, loving a Shelby proves to be anything but simple.

The Heat That Drives The Light 📕 💧🌻 ❗

(Alfie Solomons x OFC) Fortunate to be granted a second chance, Alfie, accompanied by his reunited dog, endeavors to make life in Margate more bearable. Amidst the challenges, he discovers solace in the refuge of books.

We Were Born Sick 📚 🔪💧📛 ❗

(Spencer Reid x OFC) The BAU faces a perilous threat when a terrorist organization, self-proclaimed as the voice of the Catholic Church, decides to demonstrate their capabilities to the entire world.

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beat-the-morning · 10 months ago

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AFTER-CONCERT FEAST

Rating: +18

Relationships: Hozier/Reader

Contents: no y/n, oral sex (f! recieving), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dry humping, accidental orgasm, (by this I mean he starts mindlessly humping the couch

Word count: 1.7k

SUMMARY: After Hozier, your boyfriend, calls you backstage after a concert he eats you out like a starving man and cums after mindlessly dry humping the couch while doing so.

Fic under the cut💜

The concert had ended, and you were making your way backstage with a security guard in front of you. Andrew, your boyfriend, had sent them to get you, and your mind couldn't stop racing with how he’d looked at you while he sang. How his eyes lit up when he saw you in the crowd, the little smile that escaped him, that verse he messed up on when you winked at him. You could have sworn that he didn’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the concert once he noticed you.

“Here,” the security guard said, opening the door to Andrew’s dressing room. You smiled at them and nodded as a thank you before stepping in. He was waiting for you, leaning on the vanity with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Close the door, it’s fine.” He told the security guard, the door closed behind you and you smiled. He practically bounced off the vanity and onto you with how fast he took you into his arms and lifted you off the floor in a spinning hug. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he finally lowered you from his embrace.

“Came to see you,” you answered with a grin.

Andrew chuckled, then started kissing your face with every pause he took from speaking. “Yes, but why? Weren’t you visiting your parents this week?”

“Yes, but you having a concert in the same city distracted me a little.” You giggled, his beard tickling you.

“Oh, forgot your parents lived here,” he looked down at you with loving eyes that turned to confusion the second he realised what you had done. “Wait, so you bought a ticket, queued for God knows how long-”

“Twelve hours.” You interrupted him

“Twelve hours?” His eyes widened at that fact. “You did that, when you could've called me and gotten in faster and also seen me before the concert?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to surprise you!” You smiled. “And I wanted to see if you'd notice me in the crowd.”

“Well I did, couldn't take my eyes off you,” he kissed your lips.

“I know,” you kissed back. “There's going to be a million tiktoks asking who you were looking at.”

“I don't-” he stopped his sentence halfway through once he saw your shirt. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking, he already knew the answer.

“No.” You lied, as it was, in fact, his shirt that he had accidentally left at your house the last time he saw you.

“You definitely are.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you teased, he rested a hand on your hip, his thumb making small circles on your skin.

“I’m sure you don’t.” His other hand rested on your cheek, caressing it gently.

Then he kissed you again, not letting go this time, you got on your tip-toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He lowered himself lightly and bit your lower lip, you moaned in response. He broke the kiss and guided you to the couch where he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. You kissed him again, more passionate this time, almost hungrily, his hands explored the skin under your shirt, revelling in your warmth.

You explored each other's mouths, delighting in the taste you had so missed, the way his beard scratched your face felt like heaven, his hands travelled to your hips and ground you against him, you could feel his hardening cock rubbing against you and he could hear your whimpers every time your clit got the slightest bit of friction. He slowly lifted you up and changed the pose you were both in, setting you on the couch, and taking off your shirt and bra, promptly discarding them on the floor next to him.

Andrew's lips left your mouth and moved down from your jawline to your waistband, leaving bites and hickeys on his way, he was giving you goosebumps with the way he caressed your body so lovingly, worshipping every curve, every mole and little imperfection, as you called them, seemed like gold in his eyes, like beautiful stars in a sky only he could see. Once at your hips, he looked up at you with lustful eyes, “I need to taste you, so fucking badly,” he whispered, “but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me, baby?”

“You know the answer to that,” you answered with a grin, already kicking off your shoes.

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled back, quickly kissing you one last time before he unzipped your shorts and pulled them off completely along with your panties, throwing them to the floor as soon as they were off you, joining the rest of your clothing. He kissed his way up your thighs, resting your legs on his shoulders. He looked up at you with his beautiful green eyes, pupils dilated to a point where they looked black, silently begging you to give him the final go-ahead before he lost himself in you.

You nodded, he smiled.

He dove into you like a starving man having his first meal in weeks, lapping up your juices and drinking you. You arched your back in pleasure. He licked from your entrance up to your clit, pressing his tongue to it just to flick it right after, you bit your lip in an attempt to quiet down, but it barely worked. His tongue worked at you expertly, he knew exactly what to do to make you squirm under his touch. His tongue travelled down from your clit to your entrance, where he lost himself and moaned just with your taste. Your breathing hitched at the sight of him eating you out, completely enamoured with his eyes closed. He was moaning as he fucked you with his tongue. As his nose rubbed on your clit just right, you thanked God for giving him a big one.

You moved his long curls out of his face, he looked up at you. Your breathing stopped for a second as he rubbed his nose against your clit while smiling into your cunt, in blinding lust you grabbed a fistful of his hair and started grinding your hips against his face. You could've sworn you heard him chuckle. The way he was holding onto your hips was sure to leave bruises later on, you didn't care one bit, you were too focused looking into his eyes and the way they were full of lust and admiration for you. How he kept eating you out even as you held his head in place and basically used him.

He was so hard it was starting to become painful, so he started rubbing himself against the couch, and God did it feel good, he started moaning into your pussy, your taste was driving him crazy, the little sounds that escaped you while he devoured you just got him harder and harder. He left your hole to go back up to your clit, sucking on it and pressing his tongue against it while one of his hands left your hip just for two of his fingers to enter your cunt seconds later, your hips buckled against him again, he placed your clit between his teeth and lightly pressed in response. Your legs started shaking when he did that, you had to place a hand over your mouth to not scream. He fingered you faster, curling his fingers into you and hitting your sweet spot.

He continued like this for a while, making a whimpering mess out of you, and thankfully, today he didn't seem to have the need to edge you endlessly until you were begging for release, he needed this as much as you, maybe even more. He was still rubbing against the couch, but he didn't notice he was doing it, he was too occupied getting you to your own high to care for himself at the moment. You were almost there, his fingers replaced his tongue on your clit, rubbing it rapidly. His mouth moved to your entrance, he knew you were close, and he wanted to taste every drop of your release.

You came with a loud moan that was thankfully muffled by your own hand, your vision went white and your legs trembled. Andrew drank you in, letting you ride out your high as he moaned into your pussy, and then you noticed his hips. He was desperately dry humping the couch, what a sight that was, you could tell he wasn't even noticing he was doing it, suddenly his hips buckled repeatedly and he was groaning into your cunt as he drank the last of you, his eyes were closed and his hand that was still grabbing you was doing so in a way that you were surprised it wasn't breaking skin. He'd come, just from eating you out, the thought made you giggle.

He kissed your clit one last time before pulling his head out from between your legs, his hair was a mess and the lower part of his face was glistening with your juices, he was panting heavily. “I- I didn't notice I was-” He said with heavy breaths, but you interrupted before he finished.

“Humping the couch while eating me out?” You asked in a teasing voice. A smirk plastered on your face.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “made a fuckin’ mess.”

“It's not noticeable from here.” You assured him.

“Good,” he leaned closer to you, hovering his body over yours, one hand held him up while the other found your waist. “Tank you for letting me do this, baby.” He kissed you gently, his accent thicker than before.

“Thank you for doing it.” You smiled.

“I love you so much,” he murmured between kisses, “my perfect girl, so fuckin' beautiful.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him back, “I should get dressed though.”

“Hmm, fine, but I'm keeping these until I see you next time.” He said, grabbing your panties from the pile of your clothes from the floor and keeping them in his hand.

“No, you're not, give them back!” You feigned annoyance, thinking he'd give them back.

“Would you rather I take back my shirt, then?”

“What would I wear then? I didn't bring a jacket.”

“Exactly, so these,” he held up your panties again, “are for me.” He placed them in his pocket right after.

“You’re horrible.” You fake pouted.

“You love me.” He grinned while handing you the rest of your clothes.

“You're lucky I do.”

“I know.”

#hozier #hozier fanfiction #hozier fic #hozier smut #hozier x reader #mornfic #andrew hozier byrne

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nevergonnaloveagain-hey · 5 months ago

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Hozier Dating Headcannons

He would definitely love to date someone who is more of an old soul, someone who loves older literature or music

Expect regular serenades after he writes songs about you and personal concerts when you ask to hear a certain song. These moments would probably be very intimate and would just happen in the comfort of your home together.

You would be the first to hear any new ideas he has for his music and would read you his lyrics, asking you what you think he should change. And of course, you can’t think of anything that could make it any better since it is already so beautiful which infuriates him to no end (he loves you tho)

He seems like the kind of partner to go all out for anniversaries or birthdays and would set up really special dates and surprise outings, always making sure that you are comfortable and having fun. He would probably take you to secluded places surrounded by nature where you can just enjoy each other's company with no one else around.

He would hand write you beautiful letters especially when he is going away on tour or if he is going to be having a late night in the studio and won’t see you for a while

He values his privacy and would most likely keep your relationship lowkey and private. He wouldn’t hide you and wouldn’t hesitate to talk about you a little every now and then but he also wouldn’t tell everyone too much about your relationship, he likes to keep certain things to himself.

He would support you in everything that you do, whether it’s just a project that you have taken up or if it is something for work, he would be right behind you at all times cheering you on. If you start to doubt yourself, he would be the one to tell you how well you are doing and would motivate you

He has a lot of appreciation for you especially since he knows it can be difficult to be with him when he is really focused on his music or if he is touring. So he would always express how thankful he is that you are there for him, even during tough times.

Considering his love for art and literature, he would love to take you on little museum or gallery dates and would definitely tell you the backstory of certain pieces if you seemed interested. He would also take note of the kind of books, poems or art you like and would give you unique gifts inspired by this.

Despite his fame, he is very grounded and values his private time and time with family, so he would love a partner who listens and values your opinions and alone time together. He would love to see you with his family and is in love with how much his parents and friends adore you.

If you’re not Irish, he would love to introduce you to certain foods or traditions from Ireland. He is always really excited to see your reaction to trying Irish snacks/drinks and remembers what you like or dislike

He is a big ‘I remember you said you like this, so i got it for you’ partner. He remembers everything about you, from your favourite food to your favourite songs or movies and even your favourite piece of jewelry

He is a very emotional guy and at first he struggles to open up to you but as your relationship grows, he becomes more comfortable being himself around you and knows you would never judge him just like how he would never judge you. Once he becomes fully comfortable with you, there is not one thing he wouldn't tell you and never hides anything from you. He trusts you with everything.

As I said he is a very private guy, so he wouldn’t be a big fan of PDA but as your relationship goes on, he will start to be more open about it and will show you off whenever he can. He loves hand holding and will periodically kiss your temple and or the back of your hand when you are out

Part 2!!

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Imagine Being Loved by Me

hozier x f! reader

part three of lullabies <3 | part two | masterlist

cw: 18+, nothing too serious but a bit teeeny bit of smut

word count: 3.2k

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Three weeks have gone by since I walked in on Joe piledriving another woman in my bed.

Three weeks ago after a beautiful morning of jazz music, pancakes, and instant coffee, Andrew drove me back to my house to pick up my car. I sent him away with an earnest hug, putting on my bravest face as I let myself inside. No shit, there were rose petals on nearly every inch of floor board. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, instead, tiptoed upstairs into my room. Joe was asleep in bed, and I nearly tasted my breakfast for a second time that morning. Instantly, I felt nauseated, the type that makes you hot and dizzy and want to run away and never come back.

I pushed the feeling back down, determined to grab all my shit and forget this tainted cell of a house I once loved more than anything. Furiously, I began stuffing all of my clothes into a suitcase. Then in another bag, I took everything that belonged to me; sheets, towels, everything down to the last teabag. I was fuelled with rage, huffing and puffing my way around the house, lugging my bags out to my car. Oh, fuck. My keys.

Where are my car keys?

I searched the house like a mad woman, tearing apart the couches, looking in every cupboard and under every piece of furniture. Nothing. I called Andrew, asking if I'd had them at the bar, as if he'd know the answer if I didn't. "Ehm... just your house keys? I tink..."

"I tink you're no help," I mocked, hanging up with the briefest of smiles before I was playing detective again. I searched for nearly an hour before caving in and waking Joe.

I shook his shoulder roughly, standing back with my arms crossed once he finally stirred awake.

"Mmm..." He groaned, and I waited patiently with a scowl for him to realise it was me and not some broad off the street. "Oh, you're finally home."

"Where are my keys?" I deadpanned, fuse shorter than ever. I wasn't in the mood for the slightest conversation with him.

"I missed you so much, babe," he sighed, pulling my stiff body into a hug. I peeled myself away from him, repeating myself.

"Where are my keys, Joe? I left them in the fruit bowl, and now they are gone."

"Let's talk first before we make any hasty decisions," he coaxed, pulling me by my wrists onto the bed beside him. "I can't explain how sorry I am."

"Joe, please."

"I've been up all night crying, my heart is broken," he sighed emphatically, taking my hand into his. Oh, you're the heartbroken one? "I can't imagine a life without you."

"You weren't thinking that way when you were fucking the girl you met at my show."

"You hadn't had sex with me in weeks! I was getting desperate-"

"Just stop," I barked, throwing his hand off of me. "Give me my car keys so I can leave. This doesn't need to be any harder than you've already made it."

After minutes of brutally painful back and forth, he gave me the keys to his safe. I unlocked it to find my keys and an open jewellery box with a sparkling engagement ring. He was sitting on the bed, eyes filled with optimism, and I almost fell for it.

My phone buzzed and I saw a message from Andy.

You haven't crashed your car have you? X

I took my keys and closed the safe, turning on my heels out of the bedroom.

"Um, what the fuck?" Joe called out as he followed close behind me, roughly grabbing at my arm when I was halfway out the front door. "I just proposed to you, and you don't even have the decency to say no?"

"No," I replied, unlocking my car and tossing my bags into the boot.

"What? Babe, don't throw this away," he began to cry, clearly panicked.

"I haven't thrown anything away. You have." I shoved him away by his chest, just about ready to boil over with anger. "You have destroyed any shred of trust I had in you. It's over, Joe."

My tough act began to slip as my voice shook, climbing into my car and slamming the door shut before he could see how hard this really was on me. He screamed something inaudible at me as I drove away, and I watched him sob into his hands from the rearview mirror.

I cried the entire drive to my mums, ignoring the hundreds of calls I missed from him.

Andrew and I continued to spend time together. I spent many nights at my mums place while I tried to look for a house. I didn't have rental history as Joe wouldn't put me on the lease... because I didn't have rental history. "Babe, it'll just make everything harder," was once his excuse.

When my step dad would get unbearable, Andrew would invite me to spend the night. These nights would frequently begin with me sobbing about how broken hearted I was, and end with him and I snuggling on the couch to a movie. Innocent enough, sure. But after weeks of abstinence following six years of frequent sex, I was pent up. So pent up to the point where I would have to excuse myself for some time alone with his retractable shower head. Many of my thoughts of Andrew were so explicit, you'd think they were from the brain of a teenage boy who'd plough through two boxes of tissues a day. This of course left me feeling inexplicably guilty and beyond confused.

Tonight, we drank wine and sang cheesy duets together. We clumsily danced and laughed until we cried. He had the coordination of a newborn giraffe, and though I'd never admit it to him, I wasn't much better. He drunkenly rambled about how in a perfect world, he'd own a cottage in Wicklow and keep bees. I told him how I'd be a florist who sold my Irish friends' honey.

As if routine now, we'd share a blanket on the couch and watch a movie. Last night was Superbad, tonight was Inception. Andrew mindlessly carded his fingers through my hair, and with the comfort that brought me mixed with the wine, I was out to it within minutes.

His beard tickled the inside of my thigh as he continued to bite and suck at the sensitive skin, eyes boring holes into mine with a devilish grin.

"C'mon, Andy," I whined, throwing my head back in frustration. I closed my legs over his head, desperate to feel his mouth on me where I needed it viscerally.

"Patience, darlin'," he tsked at me, spreading my legs wide before him again. "Look so fuckin' gorgeous right now."

"Please, just touch me," I begged, reaching a new peak of arousal that was actually causing me pain. "Anything, just fucking touch me!"

He just chuckled, locking his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer to his face. He continued to place hot, wet opened mouthed kisses along my thighs, his beard scratching over my clit for a split second, and I swore I was on the brink of orgasm immediately. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, impatience taking full control of my autonomy.

He licked a languid stripe up my clit, causing me to let out a guttural moan, arching my back beneath him. He pushed me back down by my hips, one hand easily reaching my breast as he toyed with my nipple.

"Fuck, Andy," I cried, eyes screwing shut as every single nerve ending of mine came alive.

"Look at me," he ordered, the low rumble of his voice vibrating against my core. Without warning, my orgasm rippled through me, each nerve erupting like fireworks as I chanted his name.

I woke up panting, taking a moment to realise I was laying with Andrew on the couch. And processing the fact that I actually just orgasmed in my sleep.

"What's a'matter?" His voice was soft and concerned as he turned his head to face me.

"Weird dream," I laughed breathlessly, heart still pounding in my chest. This happened far too often. I almost wanted to spill my guts and confess everything he made me feel.

"Dreamin' of me, huh?" He grinned down at me, and I felt my cheeks burn.

A moment's silence.

"What?" Please tell me I wasn't moaning his name in my sleep.

"I'm jokin'," he laughed, averting his eyes back to the TV. "Unless you were."

I laughed along too, though in my head I was screaming. 'Unless you were,' what the fuck does that mean?

The credits rolled over the screen and like routine, we got off the couch and went to our separate rooms. Except this time, my heart didn't settle, and I didn't get much sleep.

We went about our days as usual, as if I didn’t fantasise about him every waking moment. I worried that I was catching feelings, and catching them far too fast for someone who'd only just gotten out of a 6 year relationship.

I couldn’t help it. I was infatuated. Infatuated was an understatement. I was completely and utterly enamoured by Andrew. I wanted to be in his presence every moment I could. I often told little white lies so I could spend the night, even though our we remained within a strictly friends only basis.

He was kinder than any man I’d ever met, insisting on having to open every door for me, sending me off to bed with a glass of water each night, and waking me with coffee just how I liked. He was gentle and tentative, always fast at identifying cues when I was upset.

But that’s all we were - just friends.

I began to crave his touch, desperate for any opportunity to feel his skin on mine. He’d often play me a new song he’d written, and I’d watch on with hearts for eyes as his skilled fingers worked his guitar effortlessly.

I saw it in his eyes too, sure he wanted me how I wanted him. I dreamt of climbing into his lap, kissing him until my lips were swollen or until he couldn’t take it anymore and we’d need to take off our clothes to satiate our desires.

But I couldn’t.

When it felt like we were moving in that direction, I’d turn ice cold. Though my heart was begging me to love him how he deserved, my brain knew this was probably just a rebound. And someone with a heart as golden as Andy's didn’t deserve the hell grief I’d cause him.

So I brushed off each pet name as if hearing them didn’t cause my stomach to do acrobats. I treated each night on the couch as if we were simply best friends who enjoyed each others' company. As though there was no other option than spooning on the couch where his scent became hardwired into my brain. I’d act as if I couldn’t feel his hard on pressing into the small of my back most nights. I’d pretend I’d have no idea what he was really doing when he’d have to excuse himself halfway through the movie to ‘make a call.’ It’s just how it worked for us.

And often, I wondered if it was torturing him as much as it was me.

We pulled up at the venue, Andrew of course opening my door for me, offering me his hand as I stepped out onto the kerb. I thanked him and we headed in together, turning a few heads as we did so. Not that this was unusual, he was 6’6” and painfully handsome, after all. He’d also given himself quite the name, rumours of a few producers attending tonight in hopes of setting him a deal.

“Remember me when you’re famous and touring the world without me,” I fake pouted, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

“Well obviously, nobody forgets their muse,” he bumped his shoulder into mine, that cheeky grin stretched across his face. “Besides, I owe you that much for giving me something to write about.”

I nearly choked on my drink, raising my eyebrows at him. “And what songs are written about me, hm?”

“The monster mash?” He kept a straight face, giving me that duh look at the same time.

“Oh, shut up, Andrew.” I laughed, acutely aware of the man who just sat beside me. “I’m being serious! It'd make me happy to know.”

“You’ll know when you hear ‘em, baby,” he grinned, throwing back his glass of champagne. Baby. My heart leapt from me, and in that moment I was grateful that he wouldn’t have noticed the deep blush splattered across my cheeks. He was too busy claiming another round of free drinks for us.

“Please tell me that’s your brother or something,” the man sat beside me spoke up, chocolate brown eyes so endearing, thick American accent on his lips.

"I sure hope not," I joked. His face fell, and I realise how that could've been misconstrued. "No- he's not my boyfriend either. We just sing together."

He put his hands together in prayer, looking up to the roof, mouthing, 'thank you, God.' I laughed at him, shaking my head. He had dark brown curls similar to Andy's, his were just more tame and much shorter. Full lips that twisted into a dopey smile, and if I weren't so confused with my emotions, I'd have jumped into a cab and gone home with him without a second thought. "I'm Will," he introduced himself, shaking my hand.

"Y/N," I blushed when he kissed my knuckles, wondering where the hell Andy had run off to. "Where are you from?" I attempted to avert the conversation, regaining ownership of my hand.

"Colorado," he smiled, signalling to the bartender that he wanted to order another round. "And you're a singer?"

"Uh... well I sing, yes," I giggled, the three prior glasses of bubbles gone to my head. "I wouldn't label myself a singer as such."

"Well aren't you just the cutest thing," he grinned, slipping his hand onto my thigh.

"I uh," I stammered, struggling to find the words. "That's very kind," my eyes searched the room for Andy. He towered over mostly everybody wherever we were, standing out like a sore thumb. But for some reason, he was nowhere to be found right when I needed him.

"I'm only in town for the night," he leaned in close to me, his breath hot in my ear, and his hand only getting warmer on my thigh. "Once you're done your little performance, why don't you come back to my hotel and give me an encore?"

Like the Gods had intervened, a familiar calloused hand was grabbing my arm. "C'mon, we gotta go backstage." I looked up to Andy, his expression rigid, bordering on disgust and anger.

"Oh, okay," I nodded, hopping up from my stool, Will's hand quickly retracted. "Uh, see you," I smiled awkwardly, Andrew's grip still around my arm.

"Here's your drink," he let me go, handing my glass to me.

"You saved me, Andy," I laughed, glancing back at the man who'd already moved onto his next victim. "Total wanker."

"Mhm," he hummed, not even looking at me as we made our way backstage.

"Everything alright?" I prodded, his expression unchanging. He didn't reply, instead opened the door to the green room for me. We weren't at our usual bar tonight. We'd been invited to perform at a decently size theatre that just so happened to be full of producers, offering free drinks for the performers. Maybe not the best combination.

The green room was alive with seven or so other musicians, all mingling amongst each other as they awaited their turns. There was a table lined with finger food, and a minibar with premixed drinks. Andrew had made a beeline straight for the snacks table. Typical.

"Um, hello?" I whisper shouted to him, trailing behind him like a lost puppy. "Is there a reason you're ignoring me? Is it because of that bloke? Because I-"

"Yes," was all he replied, taking his food to one of the couches with him.

"Okay," I was surprised with how forward he was, sitting down beside him, honestly perplexed by his rigidity. "...Why?"

"I didn't like the way he was talking to you," he shrugged, still avoiding my eye contact. "He was disrespectful."

"So... why are you icing me out, exactly?"

"I will say the wrong things, better to say nothin'."

This was unlike any way I'd seen him act before. Cold, annoyed... jealous? Surely not.

"Well, I'm sorry I- or he made you feel this way."

"Andrew Hozier-Byrne? You're on in two minutes," one of the stage hands announced, nursing his clipboard on his hip like a baby. "And we're still going ahead with the song change?"

Andy nodded, having a quick drink of water and tossing his rubbish away.

"Song change?" I questioned, following behind him. I made sure to watch every performance of his, even if it meant being amongst the audience when I wasn't also performing.

"Oh, yeah. When I went to get you a drink, I quickly changed my song. No biggie," he shrugged, tying his hair back into a bun, slipping his cap over the top. Jesus Christ, he looked fucking edible.

"What's the song?" I pressed further, still adamant despite the backstage timer ticking '30 seconds.'

"Haven't named it," he shrugged his guitar strap over his shoulders, giving me a wry smile. "It's about you, though."

I blushed deep, unable to form words. There was no space for talking anyway; he headed out onto the stage, leaving me dumbfounded as I watched on.

He awkwardly introduced himself, as he did each night.

And then followed my undoing.

I'd be the voice who urged Orpheus when her body was found.

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground.

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around.

And I'd be the immediate forgiveness in Eurydice.

Imagine being loved by me.

Suddenly, there was not nearly enough air behind this curtain as I watched on, awestruck.

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do.

So I try to talk refined in fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you.

I'd be the last shred of truth lost in the myth of true love.

I'd be the sweet feeling of release mankind now dreams of.

That's found in the last witness before the wave hits, marvelling at God.

Before he feels alone one time and marries the sea.

Imagine being loved by me.

Fuck.

My knees felt weak, sure my ears were deceiving me. Imagine being loved by me. Oh, but I do.

Sure enough, producers from many labels were flagging him down from the minute his set finished, flooding the backstage where I was waiting for him.

I ended up having to go on straight after Andrew, thankfully. I couldn't think of any words to say, and the ones I could think of were highly inappropriate. Not that he would mind, clearly.

I hung around after my set, making eye contact with Andy here and there, waving him off when he looked like he might leave the conversations for me. I was happy for him. Ecstatic. And the craving for his touch only multiplied tenfold with his subtle admission that he felt the same.

tricked ya!! i am physically incapable of writing slow burn lol i hope u enjoy what i have for u in the next chapter xx it'll be very juicy (and hopefully longer)

i've also added a taglist as per a request, lmk if you wanna be added xo

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sunlight-fics · 7 months ago

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I WANT/NEED TO GIVE THIS MAN A HUG SO FUCKING BAD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

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daddyhausen · 7 months ago

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 MUSICIAN/ BANDS MASTERLIST 」 | 「 HOZIER MASTERLIST 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — blowjobs in the backseat of andrew’s car in the church car park

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], mentions of religious procecussion, catholic!reader x catholic!hozier, oral sex [ male recieving ], facials, cumshot male orgasm

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 987

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hozier

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the night had always brought peace in your life. it was the one time where you felt you could be your most authentic self, free from the pressures of the church, fromm the llering eyes of parishioners, of their judgemental stares and gossip. not that you were one to even stir any trouble or anything that would warrant their stares. why you, the church girl, the innocent doe with rosery in one and and veil shielding your eyes from any scrutiny.

yet, they still stare, still shun you for your love. despite your devotion to christ, your devotion to andrew outweighed it in thousands. he was the first to not judge, to not stare with glaring hate in your direction, but affection, the muddy green of his irises bore nothing but adoration. his hands gentle in their caresses of your skin, even in passing in the pews, always respectful, always gentle.

even now, positioned on your knees as you were so commonly used to in the church pews, however your lord was not looking down on you with praise, for in his place was andrew,. mouth agape with shallow breaths, as your lips worked magic around him. he knew the church would shame him, you moreso. for without the sanctity of marriage the two of you were engaging in nothing but common sin, the two of you knew that, however, the feeling would not stop, nor did you want it to.

with your lips wrapped around andrew, taking him inch by inch as he delved deeper into sin, fingers tightening in the soft strands of your hair, entangling him like a wicked serpent.

“oh darlin’” he hummed, head thrown back in a fit of pleasure. he adored it. he adored you. the mossy green irises flickered down at you every so often, watching as you swallowed his length with a soft mumble and a moan, avoiding his gaze with a heated tint rising on your cheeks

his hand would fall from your hair, smoothing down your cheek, trailing down your jawline until gingerly resting under your chin, tilting up your head ever so slightly to meet his eyes. He bore adoration and love for you, for this pleasure he was so happy and grateful to receive from you. in this moment you did not care what the church was to think, in this moment your lord held no power over you. andrew;s completely overshadows any presence your lord ever had.

the moonlight, hidden through cracks in the treeline caressed his skin so wonderfully, a glossy sheen of sweat and rain reflected off his skin and through the windows, he looked ethereal bathed in the moonlight, the harsh shadows of night obscuring his features aside from his lips and the tip of his nose whenever he’d let out a pleasured moan.

how he’d throw his head back, lips parting with a moan as you could see the bob of his adam’s apple ripple with his throat as the euphoric sound pared his lips. you’d sink your lips lower around him, feeling him nestle comfortably in the back of your throat, his cock throbbing against the flat of your tongue on the verge of release

“darlin’ please i…i’m so close”

his teeth gritted, grinding together as pleasure courses through him. as your cheeks hollowed, drawing him in deeper, taking all he had to offer.

“oh fuck-” he pulled out with a soft grunt.

his cum adored your face and neck, pearlescent under the moonlight. the sight only accentuated your beauty even in such a state of undress, you looked like an angel, sent down from heaven just for him. he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty for corrupting such a beautiful, innocent creature such as yourself. he couldn’t bare to think of the scrutiny you’d face if the church were to ever find out. Even if they were, andrew would not allow them to shame you, for he would bare the brunt of it to save you from ridicule, save you from the jeers and jusdgement.

“c’mere, love…” he pulled you from the floor, gingerly placinging you into his lap, his softening cock prodding the back of your thigh with dull pulses. the familiar irish twang of his voice echoed in your ears, accompanied by a subtle, content groan that rumbled in his chest.

his chin resting upon yours, silence befell the both of your as your breathing started to shallow, content in listening to the rhythmic beating of eachothers hearts. his thumb, docile in it’s movements, prodded at your bottom lip, swiping away the pearlescent streak of his cum from your skin, doing so until your flesh was “pure” to the untrained eye.

“what if they find out about us?” your voice barely above a whisper, a mere squeak like that of a field mouse.

“hmm?” andrew hummed. not so much that he wasn’t listening, moreso his voice was hoarse from pleasured moans. his hand wrapped around your thigh with a protective grip, thumb smoothing across the skin in gentle circles.

“the church? what if they find out about us?” you reiterated, repeating you question as if he hadn’t heard you the first time, with more desperation and worry to your voice.

“they won’t” he replied simply. almost nonchallontally

“you don’t know that-”

“and how do you know that they will?” his question rhetorical, cutting your sentence off in the process.

it sounded rude although that was defintely not his intention. andrew’s jaw tightened for a moment, the protective grip on your thigh still evident. he was contemplating his next words, carefully, evidently. you could see the cogs turning in his head as his eyebrows furrowed, chewing the inside of his cheek in though.

“i will not let them shame us for giving in to our basic instincts.” he responded cautiously, mind still in thought.

“i will not let them shame us for being human”

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beetboxx · 9 days ago

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a siren’s call home - a.h.b x reader

pure, sickeningly sweet fluff in which you wake up to andy home from tour, finally.

content disclaimers: not proofread, religious reference, reference to sexual activity but no smut, language? maybe?

author’s note: we are so back squad. it’s only been like two years. i haven’t written in so long so we can call this a test run as i get back into the swing of things. ill update my intro post to better align with what im into! feel free to come and talk to me about prompts, ideas, random thoughts, whateva. i miiiiiiggghhhhtttt write some smut next. hope you enjoy!!

orange light intruded through window shutters like holy arms, caressing the cozy room you laid in with a touch of warmth to counteract the bite of cold at your feet and nose. what was also fighting against that was the thumb stroking the small crevice between your nose and your cheek, not doing much to help but comforting nonetheless. it was the exigence to your wakeup, a bit alarming at first until you understood the source- a large hand with long fingers attached to a proportionally long man smiling like the protruding rays of sun through draped brown, ginger-ish curls, most of it lazily pulled back into a bun at the back of his neck. you registered the vague freckles speckling his cheeks as you blinked lazily, huffing and tensing your grip in your blanket.

“hi.” he said, breathing out a laugh as you felt his calf rub up against yours and his hand smooth against your cheek to your hair to comb his fingers through it as best he could, his nails scratching your scalp ever so slightly.

you sleepily murmured a response, a quick, “hi, andy,” scrunching up your face when his palm returned to your cheek. his other ventured to your waist under the comforter, soft and delicate and squeezing the plains and valleys of your side a bit when he felt like it.

”you’re pretty.”

for such a poetic and profound man, able of expressing emotions so difficult to pin down, he was seemingly struck dumb in this moment over the sight of you. maybe in order to allow his wisdom to return, maybe in order to attempt to become impossibly close to you, his other hand paralleled the other on your waist, pulling you into his torso and wrapping around to meet at the small of your back. you nuzzled into his chest, taking in his familiar scent of a cologne reminiscent of dark forestry and a breeze and placing your own hand on his shirt at his heart to feel it flutter at your fingertips. comfortable, comforted.

“when’d you get back?” you asked, voice coming out as a mellow drawl.

andrew hummed, placed a kiss on the top of your head. “late.”

“you should have woken me up,” you whined, rubbing your eyes.

another kiss, this time to your forehead where your skin meets your hairline. his lips were warm against your chilled skin.

“you say that,” he teased, accent thick with sleep and homecoming, “but you would have crucified me had i actually done that.”

“crucified, no. pinned you to the bed in a similar pose and jumped your bones, maybe.”

you grinned, leaning your head back to allow enough room to kiss his jaw. a stubble met your lips, one that had grown out and been trimmed many times over the course of his touring, all phases of which you unfortunately, miserably, missed.

“hush. you’re dreaming.”

“am not.”

andrew laughed, you squeezed him in your arms. his laugh, although quiet in volume, felt like a dose of hospital-grade medicine to your yearning-induced blues in your system as soon as it entered your ears. his voice and presence was coaxing you awake, a process usually so difficult and taxing, flooding your growing consciousness in a pool of comfort. you missed him. you missed him like a wilted flower misses the sun. you missed him in a way that could only be equated to something of cosmic origin.

“i missed you,” he whispered. thank god.

you returned his sentiment. silence then fell like a thick blanket over you both, thicker than the one bunched up at your shoulder. it sat there for a long while, robbing the both of you of thought except for the feeling of relief. andrew’s thumb rubbed back and forth on your back, a reminder of existence so you didn’t float away. you could have sworn he fell asleep with how quiet he was and how steady and light his breathing was.

you sighed, began squirming your way to get up at least to a sitting position- but you didn’t get far, that ambition quickly being squashed by two lean arms squeezing tightly, barring you from moving away from andrew.

“no.”

a mumble, quick and straight to the point. you huffed out a chuckle, choosing not to argue and enjoy the moment. moments, andrew decided for the both of you. very long, undescriptive in quantity moments. one of his hands moved up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you in closer and raking into your hair to rub at your scalp. he was wearing a gray crewneck, you noticed, with unfamiliar blue embroidery of the name of some U.S. state, vintage style. you didn’t recognize it, guessing he must have gotten it on tour at whim.

he was definitely tired- exhausted, even. the lines and circles of color under his eyes had emphasized themselves, but the sight of you gave them a certain light that made you know he wasn’t going to sleep. too many thoughts, too many things to do now that he was home and finding himself complete. he was completely overwhelmed with the feeling of being home that he felt perfectly energized- that, and three cups of coffee he had had just before laying down beside you definitely helped. he took your hand in his as if he was inviting you to a dance, pressing the back of yours against his chest. to further trap you in his web or to just get closer to you, you’ll never know.

“honey, i have to get up eventually,” you remarked, trying to convince yourself more than him.

“no you don’t,” andrew immediately replied without skipping a single beat, tightening his grip on you in case you tried to pull a fast one on him and get out of bed. one of his legs, clad in loose cotton sweatpants, swung over both of yours under the covers, effectively holding you right where he wanted you in his arms.

“andrew, i have to be a functioning member of society,” you joked, wiggling around just a little with no actual attempt to break free from his hold. truthfully, you could never: he had a hold on you and your heart so tight and driven by fate that you were damned for eternity to be consumed by your love for him.

“i can make you breakfast,” you added, craning your neck back to smile at him.

andrew hummed, clicking his tongue. “ooh. very enticing and unfair,” he said. “trying to seduce me with the prospect of food.”

“seduce? i am merely giving you incentive.”

he paused, thinking. his head tilted, as it often does when he is thinking. you took his occupation with thought for an opportunity to make a smart decision and begin your day, freeing yourself from his entrapment and slinking off the bed. he acted quick, however, letting out a noise of surprise and disappointment wrapped in one and throwing himself across the bed to your side. andrew wrapped his arms around your waist as you stood, stopping you from moving too far away from

him. not again. you figured he would be a bit clingy getting back from tour, but this was taking it too another (but very welcomed) level.

“andrew!” you whined without any real weight to it as his chin rested on your hip, grinning happily. your fingers tangled themselves in his wild hair, frizzy from travel and the usual irish moisture. his hair tie was certainly not doing a fantastic job at keeping it all back, strands thick and thin escaping its weak confines. you giggle, “you’re like a puppy sometimes, you know that?”

“and you’re like.. ehm.. a siren.”

you playfully scoffed, “a siren?”

“oh, yes, a siren,” he grins, pulling your waist in until you were sitting back on the bed. “a beautiful but relentless creature with an inclination for luring and trapping defenseless men such as myself.”

“and eating them,” you added.

“whatever,” andrew said, pulling himself up to sit beside you so he could drag you into his lap. you turned yourself and straddled his thighs, arms wrapping around his neck, your intentions for the morning entirely forgotten.

he kissed your lips, softly, like he was testing the waters. you thought your breath stunk for a second with how gentle he was- until you tried to peel away, only for him to grab your face and keep you in his entrancing kiss. he deepened it, mouth opening slightly in rhythm with yours, lips dancing together like they hadn’t in so long.

you stayed that way for a while, letting andrew delicately consume your heart and soul and very essence with his neglected mouth. you could feel his breath mix with yours and span over your cheeks, and you swear it was full of helium with how light and floaty your lungs felt. you pulled away, eventually, taking a little more willpower than you would like to admit as his charged lips pulled yours in like a magnet.

he sighed, happy and content as he stared at you with big eyes, twinkling with every overwhelming emotion he had towards you.

“you have me entirely whipped, woman. like a siren.”

“i know,” you replied, kissing his lips again. “i’m glad you’re home.”

“i know.”

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 months ago

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Moves

Hozier x fem!reader

Author's note: loosely based off Suki Waterhouse's Moves. It was also supposed to be SMUT, but apparently that wasn't meant to be.

Author's note 2: y'all I meant to post this earlier but got distracted.

Summary: Y/n has had feelings for Andrew for a while now, and she's pretty sure he feels the same. Can one night change everything?

Warnings: unrequited love, but also, more requited than not.

She likes him – maybe its a little more than like, at this point. She adores the colour of his eyes, the way they’re green when its bright out, but then when they meet at dimly lit pubs or he hangs around late at night and neither of them bothers to turn on an overhead light, they’re this dark, hazel hue. She is thrilled by his laugh – not the polite courtesy chuckle he spares when someone tells a joke that isn’t even funny – she means that full bodied sound that erupts from his throat when they’re watching that one episode of that one show, the way he rocks backwards a little and rests his hand over his chest. And there’s something about the way he says her name too, that makes Y/n giddy inside, especially when she picks up his call late at night, while he’s on tour and the rest of the band is asleep but he can’t seem to keep his eyes shut without her voice being the last thing he hears before doing it.

Andrew told her that once;

"I don't think I could sleep if I tried....I need to talk to you first. Hear your voice so I can just...."

"Just what?"

He paused, hesitating, "nothing, I just like the way you sound. That's all."

Y/n could have sworn that it would have been the call that changed everything. She'd held her breath until around two am, when he finally yawned and said he was going to try to get some sleep.

He must feel the same, Y/n determined shortly after that. Because friends don’t sling their long arms around your shoulders, or kiss your forehead right after pulling you against them.

Friends don’t have moments where their lips get so close to the other’s that it won’t expend any real effort to make them to touch.

Andrew was the one to pull away that night and apologize profusely before blaming it on the liquor. She’s never told him, but she wishes he hadn’t. She thinks about it so painfully often that she swears the memory is burning a hole into her heart – the ache of what could've been, but isn’t.

Y/n is thinking about it tonight. They’re sitting on Andrew's back porch, a bottle of wine shared between them. The backyard is illuminated by the light over the wide, glass door that separates his kitchen from the deck, and the blue hued, inground lights that give the pool that sits between his house and the foliage bordering the woods a glacial glow. Off in the distance, she can hear crickets and the occasional rustle of some other, nocturnal creature moving through the trees.

The mood would be entirely romantic if it weren’t for the smell of barbeque and booze clinging to the thick, humid air. It's why they’re outside; its unusually warm and sticky for an Irish October, but Andrew has informed her its becoming typical for this time of the year. He also said that being outside helps, but Y/n thinks that was just an excuse for them to sit outside in hopes that the fresh air would sober them up.

But she doesn’t particularly mind – even if she’s been bitten by a couple mosquitoes.

Everyone else is long gone, and he'd asked her to stay back for a few more drinks while she helped him cram leftovers into his fridge. Its not unusual for her to be the only one left at his place – or vise versa – so Y/n is used to being alone in Andrew’s presence. In fact, she thinks she prefers when its just the pair of them, occupying a quiet space saying nothing but whatever pops into their somewhat inebriated minds;

“I read this poem that made me think of you.”

“I bought you a jacket, but I forgot to pack it.”

“Have you read that book I told you about?”

“Would you read this thing I wrote?” He asks after a couple hours of them going around in circles of menial chatter. Of late, everything Andrew writes is about her, and while he’s thought of telling her that more times than he can count, he can't seem to force the words out of his mouth. It isn’t even that he’s intimidated by her – that would be far too uncomplicated for an overthinker of his caliber. No.

He could never be intimidated by Y/n anyway; he’s known her for too long, too well. She’s the person that puts him most at ease; his heart doesn’t quicken when she touches his arm the way she’s touching it now as she says, “Of course, I’d love to.” In fact, the tick in his chest slows when she does that, he isn't nervous or worried or anything, he's just…. happy. And though her hands are usually so cold, Andrew swears there’s a tingle permeating the thin fabric of his grey Henley when she touches him.

Their eyes meet as Y/n promises to read what he’s written and she finds herself drawing in a shallow breath. There’s something else on the barest top of her liquor-stained tongue, but its refusing to break past her lips;

“I’ll read anything you write. I’d do anything for you, really.”

“Great, great,” Andrew beams suddenly, straightening his back before standing with purpose. “I’m gonna get it, wait here.” He doesn’t wait for Y/n to respond, not even with a nod, before disappearing into the house.

While he’s gone, Y/n tops off those sleek, stemless wine glasses with the remainder of the chilled Sauvignon Blanc and takes a sip of hers, hoping it’ll help combat the sticky heat that’s surrounding the property. She knows she probably shouldn't have anymore; her head is already fuzzy and there’s that tell tale film over her eyes. The one that makes lights stretch out like shooting stars and makes you feel like you're walking through a dream. Andrew must not be any better either, because he stumbled over all too familiar steps on his way back into the house.

“Got it,” he announces as he returns to the patio, raising the notebook over the head in triumph. Andrew is less than graceful when he retires next to her again, dropping the book into her lap. After a lengthy sip of his wine, he leans back onto his elbows. “It's the last thing in there,” his cheeks heat up, the dusty red colour creeping up his cheeks, towards his ears.

He’s a funny sort of drunk; chatty and able to make a joke of literally anything. He’s flirty too, yet somehow retaining his usual reserve. When they venture to pubs, he’ll flirt his way right into a one night stand without even realizing it, and then slink back to her side, rattling off an excuse involving the words, “ehm, well, she isn’t really my type.”

“Yeah? What is your type?” She’d ask, eyes challenging him.

He’ll look at her for a bit longer than usual, squirting his eyes a little as his waning smile fades completely. “Doesn’t matter,” he’ll eventually say dismissively, covering his words with a swing of his drink before changing the topic.

“Its not finished yet,” he mumbles as Y/n finds the page.

“It looks finished,” Y/n frowns, looking down at the way he’s signed the bottom of the page, the way he usually does after scrawling out the final words.

Andrew shakes his head, “ehm, I mean….the idea. I’m not done with the idea.”

“Oh.” They lapse into easy silence when she starts reading, meticulously scanning every line, barely restraining herself from ghosting her thumb over his hurried, untidy penmanship. Y/n can feel Andrew’s eyes on her as she reads. He's still laid back and propped on one elbow as he steadily sips his wine while she tries to get her hazy mind to comprehend everything on the page.

Its a love song or a profession – or she’s pretty fucking drunk and has lost all ability to to comprehend words.

No, its definitely a confession. A beautifully written one. Of course everything he writes is always much akin to poetry; but with this, every word is strung together like tiny bulbs in a reel of fairy lights. Each one in perfect harmony with the other. They’re carefully chosen, as if just one were missing its entire, delicate balance would be pitched into uncertainty.

“Andrew….” He sits up, draining the last of his wine as she lifts her head from the page.

“Is it bad? The worst fuckin’ thing I’ve ever written?” He chuckles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he flashes her a lopsided smile.

“It's beautiful,” Y/n rasps, suddenly feeling like the air’s been knocked from her chest, or like she’s been running too fast. There’s something besides the night’s oppressive heat surrounding them, something fragile and precious. Part of her wants to say something else, she can see on his face that he’s aching for more, but Y/n is absolutely terrified that if she does, it’ll be the wrong thing and the moment will be shattered into a million little pieces, scattered across the forests behind his house by an unexpected breeze, the way it happened on a night all too similar to this one.

“But?” Andrew is the one that dares to speak, the word uttered softly and with the weight of reproach clinging to its single syllable.

God, what if he’s ruined everything? What if the reason he’s never been able to tell Y/n the way he feels is because a morsel deep within him knows she doesn’t return his feelings. Andrew doesn’t even know if she’s interested in a relationship – or anything adjacent – right now, she doesn’t talk about going on dates and or fancying anyone.

What if the reason she never talks about other men is because she’s somehow gathered how he feels and is trying to protect him from the hurt? That would be awfully cruel, but he supposes it's the kindest thing she can do without ruining their friendship.

“But….” Right before her, in a matter of seconds, a dozen emotions cross Andrew's face and Y/n realizes that, if she’d been in front of a mirror the night he told her he likes hearing her voice before he goes to sleep, this is what she might have seen reflected in it. That cautious hope, with a bit of fear sprinkled in.

Upon realizing that there's no ‘perfect’ thing to say, Y/n hastily leans forward and rests her lips on his, in a chaste, close-mouthed kiss. He’s shocked at first, she can feel it in the way he stiffens. But after another couple breaths spent like that, Andrew wraps an arm around her, flattening his palm on the center of her back. As he relaxes, Y/n deepens the kiss, deserting the book in her lap to cup his face. His beard tickles the inside of her hands, just like she’s always imagined it would, and his tongue and lips are sweet with the wine’s fruity notes.

When they break, faces only inches apart, Andrew lets out a shaking breath while Y/n holds onto hers. “God….I don’t think I would’ve ever done that,” he admits, shoulders rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths.

Sometimes he wishes he had her courage, but most times, he’s glad its hers.

A hint of a smile tugs at her kiss-swollen lips. “I know,” she laughs softly, the sound airy and musical.

Her eyes are twinkling, like two stars plucked from right over the vast bed of darkness hung over their heads. Andrew is certain that no two stars have ever shone brighter, so its fitting that they belong to her – the most dazzling person he knows. Setting his glass down, he lifts his free hand to her cheek, rough pad of his thumb tracing her lips. “I’ve been thinking about it for a damn long time,” he admits. It's hard for him to put a definite number to it, it might as well have been very soon after they met.

“Me too,” Y/n rests her hand over his wrist, offering it an affectionate squeeze.

“I think…..” he trails off, struggling to keep a firm grip on his thoughts. His imagination is running a little wild right now; his mind is already churning out thoughts of his future as it changes shape. It's funny to him how one thing can change everything else.

One kiss, and he swears he’s seeing the rest of his life. Holding it.

“Sshh, we don’t have to talk about it tonight,” Y/n whispers. Talking complicates – they’ve been talking for too damn long anyway, and knowing Andrew, his brain is already three weeks ahead of him. Its sweet actually, because every plan she’s made for her future has been built around him, and now suddenly, he’s doing the same thing. “Lets just….”

“Just what?”

“Do this,” in an instant, Y/n closes the space between them again and seals her lips over Andrew’s. That time, he responds immediately, pulling her against him until the only thing left for her to do is slide her leg over his thighs and shuffle into his lap, pressing her chest to his and draping one arm over his shoulder while she keeps her other against his cheek. The way his beard scratches the area around her mouth makes her smile, and she thinks its something she'll get used to quickly.

All of it is so close to being as commonplace his arm slung around her shoulders and the sound of his voice coming through her phone while there’s a timezone and entire ocean between them. The way his mouth moves against hers, the heat of his hands as they hold onto her waist, the sound of his voice as he says;

“I’m glad you stayed.”

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padfootagain · 4 months ago

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Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Pairing : Hozier x fem!reader

Professor! AU

Warnings: hurt-comfort, angst, fluff, no smut but suggestive scenes so 18+ only

Chapter 1 : 'And that orange, it made me so happy, as ordinary things often do just lately'

Chapter 2 : 'Through me the way to the City of Woe'

Chapter 3 : ‘I miss him in the wheeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide’

Chapter 4 : ‘For he gave all his heart and lost’

Chapter 5 : ‘But here comes the lyrebird passing through the sky’

Chapter 6 : ‘I’ll lie here and learn how, over their ground, trees make a long shadow and a light sound’

Chapter 7 : 'And so I still wait, like a lonely house, for you to see me and inhabit me again. Until that time, my windows ache.'

Chapter 8 : 'I hope she never learns how to peel oranges'

Chapter 9 : 'I think I will always be lonely in this world, where the cattle graze like a black and white river-- where the vanishing lilies melt, without protest, on their tongues'

Chapter 10 : '[I] was angry that my trust could not repose in the clear light, like poetry or freedom leaning in from sea'

Chapter 11: ‘Lived to see you throwing me aside.’

Chapter 12 : 'Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again'

Chapter 13: ‘So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.’

Chapter 14: ‘Why should I blame her that she filled my days with misery’

Chapter 15: ‘He’s bored- I see it. Don’t I lick his bribes, set his bouquets in water?’

Chapter 16 : ‘Only the things I didn’t do crackle after the blazing dies’

Chapter 17 : ‘Dear pine cone, let me hold you as you open’

Chapter 18 : ‘What the devil do I care what I know, and what I say?’

Chapter 19: ‘I knew winter cold like the nuzzle of fjords at my thighs’

Chapter 20 : 'My heart has made its mind up and I’m afraid it’s you'

Chapter 21: ‘I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love’

Chapter 22 : ‘And if you missed a day, there was always the next, and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter, the hills weren’t going anywhere’

Chapter 23 : 'Even the dearest that I loved the best are strange – nay, rather, stranger than the rest'

Chapter 24: ‘Sometimes, when I’m pleased, I let out a little sound. A poet noticed this and it made me feel I might one day properly be loved. Because no one is here to love me, I make tea for myself and leave the radio playing’

Chapter 25: ‘They will think of ways to make you smile so you can be happy for a while’

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hauntingoldhouses · 7 months ago

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what we're supposed to do with all his friends around?

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contentloadinggg · 9 months ago

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Insane, Baby - Hozier Drabble

Author’s Note: I have no words for this fic. Just, I can’t. It just a spew of horny nonsense.

Summary: Me making Andrew feral. That’s it. (Genderneutral!Reader) (~200 words)

Warnings: Smut, but like, not very explicit smut, possessive Andrew, one dialogue line of dirty talk, unbeta read and generally just a word vomit.

This is a work fiction and is not a reflection of who Hozier is.

Fic Under the Cut❤️ 18+ only, you’ve been warned.

Andrew wasn’t insane, he wasn’t. But that was so hard to remember when he was on top of you. Struggling so hard to control himself. Grunting and practically growling in your ear. His hips meet yours in another, nearly brutal thrust. His fingers grip your waist hard enough to leave bruises. He’ll kiss over them later, apologizing as he showers you with his affection. He’ll shove down the beast that stirs inside of him. In the depths of his stomach. It purrs at the sight of you marked as his so tangably.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck. The scent of your combined arousal filling his nose. Andrew can’t help himself. Lapping up the glistening sweat on your neck. Groaning at the taste of your skin before sinking his teeth into it. Using them to pull and turn your skin red.

His panting brushes over your cheek as he whispers into your ear. His voice rough and thickened with his accent. A side of Andrew nobody else gets to see.

“Just want you to be all mine, all mine. I need you.”

The words are hot against your skin. Just like his front against you. Sweat slick between your bodies.

Andrew isn’t insane. He isn’t. But he forgets who he is with you and that’s who’s insane.

I’m crazy, but I’m free.

Oh, expect the Valentine’s Fic to actually be on time. :)

-Thad💚

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bheegibilli-studioghibli · 9 months ago

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Another Layer of In-Yun Pt 2

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x fem!reader

Summary: A slow morning nestled in each other’s arms, turns into Andrew ravishing you.

Pt 2 of Another Layer on In-Yun

Content Warming: MDNI, smut, oral fem!receiving, language, confessions of love, fluffy smut, dom! Andrew, slight praise kink (barely)

“I’m sorry that was a bad joke, I hope you don’t take back the I love you’s” you laugh. His voice still has that soft edge to it. He laughs along with you as he leans closer, his lips grazing yours again.

“It’s okay, I’m a sucker for the shitty puns you make. If anything, it makes me love you that much more.” He kisses you again, his lips lingering on yours as he pulls away. His eyes close, and he smiles as he looks at you, his voice still soft and warm. As you both feel the kiss deepen, his hand traces along your shoulder, down to your collar bone, his voice like treacle as he speaks. “Is it just me, or are you the most gorgeous girl in the entire universe?” He smiles softly as he tilts his head gently, his eyes open slightly. His lips linger on yours for a moment before pulling away. “Just you” you whisper. He chuckles, his voice still low and soft “Don’t be silly, honey. Your beauty is unmatched… you put goddesses to shame” He kisses your forehead, his other hand caressing your waist. You can feel his breath against your skin. He moves his lips down to your neck and kisses you along the line of your jaw, running his hand through your hair again. “So pretty”. You grab his hair pulling him closer into your neck as he nips at the exposed skin, leaving marks. His voice takes on a deep, sensual tone as his lips bite you along your jaw. He move lower and lower along the side of your face. His voice is a whisper, his breath sending chills down your spine “You like that, honey?” He speaks softly, the feeling of his breath tickling your neck sends goosebumps up it.

“God yeah” you moan out.

His drips with command getting hoarser when he speaks, as his kisses become more intense. His breathing is gets faster as one hand grabs your waist and the other is running through your hair “Such a great reaction... you’re so sensitive... and so pretty... Do you enjoy that?” His voice is a low whisper as he lets out a long exhale while biting you on the neck again.

“Ah” you whimper slightly biting you li. His voice softens as he hears your reaction, his lips trail down your neck until they reach your collar bone. His hands are moving along your body now, one on your lower back and the other sliding up your torso. He could feel himself straining against the confines of pants now, your reactions only fuelling his desire. “Shhh… just enjoy it. I want to treat you like the goddess you are. I want you to tell me what you want, honey? Can you do that? Just be a good girl and let me do my work.” His hand snakes between your bodies pressing against each others moving down to your collar bone. He removes the T-shirt of his you were wearing from last night, exposing your chest to him. He cups your breast in one hand slowly rolling the peak of you nipple, as the skin dimples under his touch. He lowers his head catching the other breast between his lip, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His other hand massaged the curve of your breast at an agonisingly slow pace.

As the words die in your throat, your voice is replaced by a soft moan. The feeling of his hands sliding down your body makes you tremble slightly. He speaks again with his lower, sensual voice as he sucks on your skin “Damn… can’t get enough of me can you, love”

“Fuck. Yes.” You respond more so in a moan than in coherent words as you feel him move further down, his lips outlining the curves of your chest and your expanded ribcage.

Your breath catches as his lips move down along your stomach, his hands trailing along your sides. Your whole body feels like a ball of fire, like every single inch of your skin is on a slow, steady burn. You try to hold back your breathing as he whispers along your torso “You’re so sexy, honey… So beautiful… Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes please don’t stop”

He chuckles at your words, slowly kidding the lining of your parties. He hooks one finger to their side, skilfully peeling them of. You lay in front of him with your core revealed, he stops for a second to take in the sight of how ready you are for him. “Ambrosia” he moans before delving show tongue in your folds. Licking a bold stripe across your vulva. As his tongue moves, his breathing slows down, and each exhale feels like it sends goosebumps along your skin. he moves you so now you’re trapped underneath him, his tall farm covering your body as his head moved away from your heated arousal back to your torso, kissing and nipping at your hip and his hands massage the flesh of your ass.

As he pins you under him, your whole body feels like it’s melting underneath. His tongue continues exploring along your skin, the erection he had been harbouring had grown to it’s full length trying to relive itself by holding onto the the sliver of friction is felt every time you moved you legs underneath his weight. With each kiss, each nip, each lick, it’s like your skin is being kissed by fire. Your body is completely surrounded by his warmth, and your breath gets heavier. You felt him suck your pubic bone, the need to feel his touch again clouding all your senses.

“Andrew baby, pleaseeee”

His breath catches a bit when you beg him. Your voice is a whisper, even though he can hear every word. His voice takes on that sensual edge again as he smiles at you.

“Please what, honey?”

“I need you there” you moan.

His breath slows again when you moan, " youneed me where, honey?" You bite your lip at his incessant teasing.

“Need you to taste me”

He laughs at how desperate you’re becoming, his voice still low and sensual as he speaks “You’re so eager, hm? Can’t keep my baby waiting, can I?”

His hand reaches up again to trace gentle languid circles on your inner thigh, inching up slowly. You feel his hot breath against your exposed vulva, a welcome change from the cold air that it had been exposed to since he moved his head away. You feel an involuntary shiver travel down your spine to shake a little, mouth agape in anticipation. Your eyes flutter shut.

“Hey look at me while I taste you, yeah?” he says. You open your eyes to the sight of him between your legs. His hair wild and his unwavering green eyes on yours. He picks up your legs and places them over his shoulder to get better access. He smiles at you again, as you feel your throat get dry and your heart is beat at an intense pace.

He lowers his head licking another bold stripe across your arousal, collecting your juices along his tongue. You feel yourself clench around nothing at the sensation. You feel his lips latch on to your clit and flicking it with his tongue, sending jolts through your body. He wraps his lips around it as he sucks it gently bringing his other hand to tease your tight entrance. You can feel yourself getting wetter under his touch.

You hands tug at his hair bringing him closer, your eyes still open looking down at him.

And before you can process all the electric signals, you suddenly feel full as he slips one finger inside you, collecting the juices and spreading them over your vulva as he doesn’t let his attention waver from your clit.

He slowly moves his face down as he licks the hole of your entrance. Tasting your arousal on his tongue as his nose rubs against your sensitive bundle of nerves. The combined stimulation already starts threatening to take over.

“Fuck Andrewwww” you let out a long breathy whimper as he hooks another finger inside of you.

“So good for me, my love. So wet. So taught” he whispers against your core looking up at you through hooded eyes.

He can feel himself getting closer to the edge as well, his hips humping against the mattress, trying to get some relief.

You. look down at the sight of him in between your legs, finger pumping in and out of you slowly with his tongue flicking against your clit. You feel his bulge pressing up on your leg, he was just as wound up as you were.

“Please Andrew. I need you. Faster” you manage to string together a sentence.

As you beg him to go faster, he looks up at you with a playful grin, his eyes not closing, a grin on his face. “You would rather get what you want now, rather than wait a little longer for it? A little patience, honey, and you’ll be satisfied.” His voice is soft but full of that teasing edge.

“Please I’m so close baby please” your head rolls back and your back arches off the mattress to feel his touch again.

A grin spreads across his face as he listens to you beg him, as he replies "So close? You're so close to what, darling? I need you to tell me, you promised didn’t you?”

“Need to come on your hand Andrew please, fuck”

“Yeah? Well then, I can’t say no to your pretty face. Always so perfect for me, yeah?” he pushes in another finger into you, as both his fingers pump in out of you and curl upwards slowly to brush against your g spot over and over again your mind starts to blank at his touch? With each pump

he curves his fingers more inside of you brushing over the tender spot again and again as his eyes stare up at your face contorted in pleasure.

He kisses your neglected clit and flicks the bud a few times.

The sudden sensation is what ultimately catapults you off the edge. Wave after wave, your orgasm washes over. You feel your body tremble under the ecstasy of it.

He feels your walks clench against his finger and then French them in your come. Seeing you so blissfully fucked out is what sets him off. He feels the blood rushing through his cock finally reaching the pinnacle and then he comes too, just looking at you. Without you even touching him.

“Fuckkkk” he moans. He loses himself for a second in a wave of unbridled pleasure. But he still pumps his finger into you, helping you ride through your own orgasm. Your legs spasm around his head, as he uses his free hand to draw comforting circles over your thigh to stabilise you.

“Shh, so perfect for me, yeah sweetheart? Got me wrapped around your finger. Or rather the other way around” he chuckles and whispers sweet nothings into you core as you come down from your high. He takes out his finger from inside of, the sudden feeling of nothingness down there sends a shiver down your spine. You feel him coming up planting kisses along your jaw as he does.

His voice still carries a tone of that playfulness. He pulls you up, your face level with his, his hands cupping your cheeks “Such a good girl, such a pretty one. You really are my little star, you know that?”

You move up to capture his lips in a searing kiss to express your gratitude, you can taste yourself on his tongue. You tangle yourself hand in his hair, wanting to never let him go.

As you both pull away for air he brings his two fingers covered in your juices to his mouth as he slowly kicks it off taking in the last of your flavour?

Your voice is a whisper as you watch him, your breath catching at the sight. He finishes licking his fingers clean, a seductive smirk on his face. His voice is still just a whisper as he leans closer to you, his hands running down your thighs to pull you close.

“ Mmmm like I said, ambrosia. You wanna taste how sweet you are, my love?” he whispers as you nod your head, he releases his fingers from his mouth with a lewd pop and brings them to yours. You open up catching his fingers around your lips sucking them gently, your tongue stroking giants his digits.

His voice catches when you suck his fingers, and he bites his lip as he watches you. His eyes are glued to yours as you do, and there’s a soft tremble to his voice as he speaks again “God, you’re amazing… you taste like nectar, I don’t think I could ever get enough.”

You release his fingers with another pop.

“Only for you, my love” you whisper against his lips, bumping your nose to his. He strokes your face gently and kisses you gently ast first, but you deepen the kiss to have access to his whole mouth. You feel like you’ve never been more alive than you are right now. He pulls away, his voice carrying a soft, deep tone when he speaks again “My god…”

“Andrew, that felt so good. Thank you” whisper against his lips as you stare into his eyes.

He smiles at you, his voice taking on that deeper tone again, and he runs his fingers through your hair as he pulls you close again, his voice still a whisper “I could spend the rest of my life pleasing you. Every life after this. I could spend every second of it making sure you’re pleased by me.”

“I love you so much, baby” he whisper against his lips. Content and satiated.

“I love you too. Beyond belief.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this, like I said it’s first time writing something and putting it out for other’s to see so I hope this was okay. Requests are open if you have suggestions, or just wanna talk.

Thanks for reading! <333

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