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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 2 years ago

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MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: March PT. 2

Welcome to part 2 of March’s recommendation list. Down below, you can find the link to take you back to part 1 featuring Peaky Blinders, Frankie Morales from Triple Frontier, Frank Castle, and the works that I posted. I still have some specialists that I’m traveling to go see, so there might not be 32 links this time around, but we’ll have to wait and see. The goal for March is to write another chapter In This Heart and rewrite The Spark. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you are having an amazing March and you didn’t have such a hard time springing ahead.

☘️ March '23 Pt. 1

April '23 Pt. 1 🌸

Masterlist

37 of 44 Years (Moodboard) ... Dedication to my parents.

All For You My Daisy (Moodboard) >> Garret Hedlund, Pedro Pascal, and Tommy Shelby

Begin Again (Moodboard) >> Ted Lasso x OFC!Penny Fletcher | Moodboard made for @teds-mustache-wrangler story Begin Again.

Innocence and Sadness (Moodboard) >> Arthur Shelby ... dedicated to @cillmequick

Peaky x Lana Challenge (Moodboard) >> Alfie Solomons x Reader x Tommy Shelby | “I’ve got a black limousine and two gentlemen who escort me through these halls.”

Two Broken Souls (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | “Come, Josephine in my flying machine. Going up, she goes, up she goes.”

Update//Calm Down by All Time Low (Moodboard) >> Garrett Hedlund, Luke Grimes, and Pedro Pascal

ONE-SHOTS:

As His Daughter by @sneakyblinders >> Dad!Tommy Shelby x Reader ft. Daughter!Kate Shelby - Summery: As Kate Shelby becomes an older sister yet again, she realizes she doesn't really know her father. Her mother is on a mission to change that. | You'll go through the emotions with this one, I promise. For those who need the warning, there are mentions of childbirth!

Loving Girl by @valentine-in-my-quinjet >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You've always known you would be a better partner for Tommy. After Grace died, you had to reassess your motivations for being close to Tommy because he needed a friend more than ever before. | You will need a tissue with this one. TW: Suicide Mentioned

Make Your Heart My Home by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summery: Y/N hasn't had the best life. In fact, she's physically running from it into the physical arms of one Tommy Shelby, who saves her. | Read this, get a little emotional, but fall in love with its ending.

Mr. Girraffe by @teenwolf-theoriginals >> Dad!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Florence's giraffe gets lost in Johnny Dogs camp. | The family dynamic in this is quite adorable, and I love how sweet Tommy is as well.

The Perfect Team by @runnning-outof-time >> Arthur Shelby x Reader - Summary: Arthur's ability to reason with (Y/N)'s child has them realizing that they work rather well together. | This is absolutely adorable and light-hearted, definitely recommend reading it.

'Teach You a Lesson by @celticmelody >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: you’re soon to marry Thomas Shelby, the infamous horseman amongst the gangsters in Birmingham. however, when he finds out you’ve never ridden before, he makes it a task to teach you… amongst other lessons that unravel afterwards. | If all riding lessons with Tommy were to end this way, I would take them every day as well. 🥵

When One Heart Breaks The Other, Follows by @little-diable >> Tommy Shelby x Reader | Summary: Tommy has been at war for months, and the only thing the reader can cling to is the letters he kept writing. Until the day when he no longer writes to her, when she no longer knows if he's alive or not. All until one last letter finds its way to her. | I've been emotional lately, okay? So did I need tissues when I read this? Yes! But was I smiling by the end? YES!

SERIES:

*A Different Sort of Man Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 by @evita-shelby >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Eva, Canon!Tommy x Grace Burgess - Summary: Or where Eva plays around with magic, and Tommy wakes up in a universe where Grace is his wife. While in that universe, Tommy discovers just how different his life would have been if he had pursued the pretty witch in 71 Watery Lane. | My mother always warned me growing up to never fiddle with magic, but this just makes me want to... Only two chapters in, and it's so good. The switching of points of view is everything I could have asked for.

The Photographer // Part 13 by @midnightmagpiemama >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Photographer!Reader - Summary: Hired to take pictures of your boyfriend's cousin's wedding, you are excited to spend the night in the presence of your boyfriend doing what you love. The night, however, doesn't go as according to plans. Or, the one where Gina and Micheal get married, Gina sits Lizzy at Tommy's table. And people have opinions on your relationship with Tommy. | Erin is such a fantastic writer, and I truly love this series. In this chapter, she just captures Tommy and Polly so beautifully.

A Royal Wedding of Small Heath Part 1 // Part 2 by @sneakyblinders >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is getting married in what the newspaper is calling The Royal Wedding of Small Heath with the announcement of their engagement. It's fitting, as his wife is his Queen. | If I had to picture my wedding to Tommy, this is exactly how I would want it to go. I love how some parts came straight from the TV show. It was just perfect.

Welcome to Downtown, Mr. Shelby by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby x Crawley!OC - Summary: He was born on a boat, with neither of his parents sure of the date after the fact, unregistered and unlisted until he went to fight for his country. Her birth had been celebrated with the ringing of church bells, champagne toasts, and announcements in newspapers on both sides of the Atlantic. Their worlds could not have been more different, and perhaps that was why, when Thomas Shelby looked at Lady Charlotte Crawley, he saw more than her title, more than her looks- he saw an opportunity. | Enjoyed reading this and emerging myself into this little world, and look forward to what is to come for Charlotte and Tommy.

SERIES:

*Push & Pull // Chapter 4: Coming Of Age by @milkymoon2483 >> Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OC Hannah Friedman - Summary: You’re going back to your small town for your father’s funeral and Shiva. You know you’re about to face family drama, but what worries you the most is that you’re going to see HIM, your dad’s long-time friend and probably the most attractive man you have ever met. When Frank finally sees you and realizes that you're all grown up, he struggles with accepting his budding feelings for you. | This chapter had me feeling so many emotions. You start with a stomach drop, then you feel so sad, and then you end it on a great high, needing a tall glass of water to cool down. Anna knows how to make you feel every emotion that the main character is going through at every moment of the chapter. That is a true talent.

Triple Frontier:

🍑 Appeteaser Benny Miller + Shower Sex by @dameronscopilo >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: Benny comes home after a long day and enjoys some time with his girl. | Let me just say this is really hot, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Here With Me by @pasukiyo >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: When your husband promises it will only be one week, your gut tells you it won't, you beg him to stay if not just for you, but for your family. (Horrible summary by me) | This starts off so sad and emotional, and it ends on a spicy note. It's perfect.

A Proposition by @dameronscopilot >> Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader x Benjamin "Benny" Miller - Summary: Benny returns to Florida after six months of backpacking his way across Australia, and the surf and sun have treated him well. Very well. You can't help but notice. ...Santiago thinks that maybe it's time for the two of you to change things up in the bedroom. Because if he's going to share you with anyone, it's most certainly going to be Benjamin Miller | Is it just me, or is it really HOT in here right now? 🥵 I think I better go open the window after reading this one.

Untitled Sick!fic with Benny by @dameronscopilot >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: benny knows exactly what you need when you're sick—in more ways than one. | If Benny ever wants to come to take care of me like this when I'm sick, or now even, he's more than welcome.

"Wear whatever you want, I can fight." by @plaguedoctorsmistress >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: When your boyfriend can’t seem to do anything but whine about your outfit, Benny’s jealousy finally gets the best of him, and he takes matters into his own hand. | Benny can defend my honor any day and call me princess all he wants.

*The Wedding Party by @goodwithcheese >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: Series Summary: A combined bachelorette/bachelor party introduces you to a brown-eyed pilot. | I loved this series so much that I read it in one night on AO3 when I came across it. I'm so glad it came up on my dashboard so I could share it with you guys here. It's both fluffy and sexy!

You Again?! by @theunbearableweightofpedropascal >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: You keep running into the guy you had sex with in an airport bathroom. | If you looking for some good spiciness and a mixture of giggles, this one is for you.

CILLIAN MURPHY:

Chances Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4 by @creativepawsworld >> Cillian Murphy x OFC!Paige - Summary: A single mother meets an unlikely lover after a concert. Putting herself out of her comfort zone. Can she find herself a mate for life? | The story has everything in it, fluff, a little bit of angst, and some spiciness.

Quicky by @peakyscillian >> Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader - Summary: Cillian just can't wait. | If you are looking for something romantic, hot, and with a dash of laughter, this is it.

GERALT OF RIVIA:

Late Bloomer by @cherienymphe >> Alpha!Geralt x Omega!Reader - Summary: Geralt of Rivia saves you from more than just a werewolf attack. | Sometimes, a one-shot is so good you share it twice with your followers. I'm pretty sure I shared it when I first started doing recommendations, and I'm sharing it again.

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

Chokehold by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x Reader x Ezra - Summary: Joel’s frustrations run deep; to him, you were a twisted source of purity; touching you forced him to think, forced him to feel. But not Ezra. With him, he could do anything. A scary yet also exhilarating feeling. Or alternatively: You wake up to Joel and Ezra having sex. | The emotions you feel while reading this are just too good for me not to share.

I Forgot About Time and Space by @psychedelic-ink >> Ezra x Fem!Reader - Summary: You cook for Ezra's guests, and seeing the sight of you being so domestic awakens something in him. | The smut in this *chef's kiss* and the plot in general. Please read this when you are alone. You'll thank me later.

*The Infinity Cube by @littlemisspascal >> Marcus Pike x Reader ft. Various Pedro Characters - Summary: When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe? | Such a good use of the Multiverse and it introduced me to characters that Pedro played that I haven't yet watched. Rae does an amazing job keeping you at the edge of your seat and passing off such deep emotions. It's a must read for Pedro Pascal fans.

*Meet The Millers by @musings-of-a-rose >> Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader - Summary: Moving into the Boston Quarantine Zone after nearly 20 years on the outside takes some adjusting. A misdirection one night guides you to the 3 men who will change the course of your life. | This series has a little bit of everything from drama to love and spiciness. There isn't much more you could ask for out of this series other than wishing for more.

When You're Reading Me by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps would not be a part of it. | *Internally screams* This was really hot, and I think I'll go grab a cold shower now.

STRANGER THINGS:

The Grief of Losing Eddie Munson by @eufezco >> Steve Harrington x Reader - Summary: Best friends with Eddie Munson, the reader goes through the stages of grief of losing her best friend with her family at her side. | Someone pass me the box of tissues. This was so good. I cried through almost the whole thing.

MOODBOARDS:

My Luck by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Aurora Sabini | Lee puts together a breathtakingly beautiful moodboard for a what-if scenario in the Peaky Blinders universe. It leaves you wanting to read more and more for the couple.

Your Bread by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Alfie Solomons x Reader

Your Eyes by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

You Like That by @dearshelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader | Tall glass of cold water to cool down, please!

@psychedelic-ink - SIL, is such an amazing writer, writing most recently for Pedro Pascal's characters and sharing her amazing works with us here. Her masterlist includes more than just Pedro's characters, having written for the MCU and Oscar Isaac, to name a couple. I love the emotions you feel through every piece of writing she puts out, and I have yet to find a piece I don't like. I think you'll find you like or perhaps love her writing just as much as I do.

@shelbydelrey - Isa is a Peaky Blinder writer whose work I enjoy reading and love seeing the moodboards she puts out as well. I would definitely give Isa a follow because she brings positivity to your dashboard with her reviews and welcoming spirit.

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regulusblackcore · 3 years ago

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MASTERLIST

Regulus Black

ONE-SHOTS :

Ivy // 1.7k // Angst & Fluff //

my house of stone and your ivy grows, now im covered in you.

Daylight // 300 // Fluff //

i once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden, like daylight.

Ryan Gosling Characters:

Timeless // // Fluff

sebastian wilder // in another life you still would’ve turned my head

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thewriterg · 2 years ago

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♡︎𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬♡︎

pairing(s): Tom Holland x Gn!reader, Tom Holland x acting!reader,

summary: You and your boyfriend Tom don’t get a lot of alone time when it comes to public outings especially when It comes to the press. But Tom will alway step the extra mile to make you happy

word count: 1.2k+

warning(s): Fluff, kisses, concerned Tom for like two seconds, pet names, Tom worshiping the ground you walk on, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @perccyjacksonn @cutetomholland — The wait is over… let the games begin!

“Are you sure you got everything love?” Tom questioned as he began to put on his seatbelt across his chest before looking over at your groggy state it was early hours of the morning and to confirm it 4:37am read on the touch screen radio

“I’m pretty sure” You mumbled and Tom couldn’t help but let a small smile slip onto his face re-caping the morning you both had

You’d barely open your eyes more than a squint and Tom had no problem helping you with morning routine such as putting one of his hoodies over your tank top that wouldn’t be much use to In the chilly morning or slipping your legs into your sweatpants. He was pretty sure the only thing you did by yourself that morning was using the bathroom and brushing your teeth

Tom didn’t hesitate to put a hand on your thigh rubbing his thumb back and forth while pulling out of your driveway and onto the inactive roads he wanted to spend as much time away from the public eye as he could with you before you both had to get back to work

You and Tom both had many interviews to get to with your roles as Sierra Hardy ‘Black Cat’ and Peter Parker ‘Spider-Man’ and after New Years sometime early February you would begin your press tour along with the honor of getting your own movie as Black Cat. The news was concealed to a tea. The only people who knew were the producers and yourself along with Tom

The Brit couldn’t be anymore proud of you then he was you had deserved every portion of the exposure you were receiving and more to gain. All the late nights, early mornings, sweat, tears, and bruises because like himself you were stubborn and didn’t want a stunt devil unless you absolutely needed one and still then you wanted to at least test the theory of needing one

The first four months of your soon to be New Year would be booked to a tea paparazzi and just about every news station in the states would be on you both like leeches especially with the reveal of your movie being announced sometime in March

Tom would always step the extra mile for you you were deity in his eyes and he simply worshiped the ground you walked on and he never let you or anyone forget that either. Not that they would anyway the comments to come especially with all of the interviews were predictable as ever

‘I want someone to look at me the way Tom looks at Y/n’

‘They Just called me single in fifty different languages’

‘When is it my turn!?’

‘Dear universe, I seen what you can do for other people and-’

‘If I don’t have what they have I don’t want it’

If he were being honest he didn’t mind the comments they were nice to see even if they did get old after a while

Tom let a small smile grace it’s way on his face as the sun began to rise the clock read 5:52am he looked over at you as you began to stir you would be waking up soon and it was perfect timing since Tom had just took exit from the highway for a much needed break the small town wasn’t far another two hours at most

You awoke with a yawn blinking the sleep out of your eye beginning to stretch in your seat as Tom pulled into a Starbucks parking lot

“Well good morning duchess” Tom greeted while you produced a smile leaning halfway over the arm rest while the brunette happily closed to distance giving you peck before going at your lips one more time

“Well good morning to me” You smirked while Tom couldn’t help but laugh at your antics as he pulled into the drive through ordering you both breakfast and coffee yours very necessarily large might I add before parking in the semi empty parking lot

“Tommy you know I can’t force myself to eat this early” You frowned once you checked the brown paper bag to see two egg and cheese English muffins

“Well my love you will today, I let you slide with ‘accidentally’ forgetting dinner yesterday which was a one time thing might I add so I need you to eat. Even if it’s just a half please?” You sighed heavily at the look on your lovers face you couldn’t say no to the puppy eyes even if you tried

So while rolling your eyes you pulled back the paper wrapping taking a bite out of the lukewarm sandwich before turning to look at Tom with a sarcastic smile

“Are you Happy?”

“Very.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that began to grace your lips you were with the love of your life surrounded by love and holiday spirit you couldn’t ask for much more in the moment being

💌💌💌💌

You and Toms fingers locked with in each other as the remains of snow that began to melt crunched under your matching boots the view of all different kind of pine trees around you some were small and tall bright and dull it was just a sight to see a d feeling to experience with someone you love

“I feel like a kid in a candy store” You stated smiling so big your cheeks started to hurt while Tom just stared at you you with pure admiration in his eyes

“Well darling you shouldn’t dangle candy in children’s faces let’s pick one out” The brunette had smiled back at you with such an excitement in his tone that it added fuel to your own burning fire

So there you both were in matching flannels and cowboy boots picking out your first real Christmas tree together away from the paparazzi and your busy lives you felt like a normal couple doing what normal couples do without being interrupted with a thousand flashing lights in your face

You and Tom were giggling and goofing off like school girls before you finally found it your perfect tree it wasn’t too unnecessarily big and it was anything but small it was perfect

“I want you to know that your killing every bug that crawls out that tree lovely” You smirked while the brunette just chuckled shaking his head as one of the farmers helped you load the tree on top of your car

“That is one along many more sacrifices im willing to make for you duchess” Tom responded before leaning into your lips as they smashed together you both smiled into the kiss like grinning idiots

Tom couldn’t be more grateful than to share the holiday season with You by his side as long as he had you he could bare just about anything to come his way

You were his duchess after all.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x yn #tom holland x gender neutral reader #the avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x you #gn!reader #fluff #romance #i love you #thewriterg

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parkers-gal · 4 years ago

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masterlist

requests | closed to complete current requests <3

last updated | aug 5th, 2021

do not repost my work anywhere !! respect this please. | fics are not ordered in any particular way. these headers are mine so pls don’t use/take them

tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him.

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day��- pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1 - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years ago

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just can’t get enough

pairing: fwb!tom holland x reader

summary: you and tom have been doing this friends with benefits thing for a while now, repressing your feelings, playing this twisted, toxic, jealousy fueled game. but when will you both just accept the truth and be honest with each other?

request: tom tying you up and edging you because you were flirting with other guys and then after he make you come until you can't take it anymore–– by anonymous

word count: 10.3k

warnings: smut, spanking, overstimulation

notes: i got the idea to make this a friends with benefits story then i started writing this and two sentences in, i knew i wanted to make it a full fic dfhskjh + so there’s more than just smut in this + the title is inspired by the song by the black eyes peas

You and Tom weren’t exclusive, you weren’t even really together. But that doesn’t mean you guys didn’t get jealous. The both of you got really jealous. You liked bringing it out of each other––it was the only emotion you weren’t afraid to show to each other.

Your relationship, or lack thereof, was complicated and most likely the textbook definition of toxic and immature. You and Tom were definitely into each other, in a loving type way, you just didn’t know the other felt the same. Typical. Even though you would ask each other to stay over after hooking up. Even though you would hold each other after every night you spent together. Even though you looked at each other as if you were the other’s world. You had no idea.

Part of you wanted to deny your feelings. This was Tom. He could have anyone he wanted, it wasn’t safe to get attached. Your feelings for him were borderline scary because of how strong they were––and you weren’t even sure he felt the same way about you which only added more issues into the mix. He thought the same things about you, but you of course, didn’t know that.

So your go-to response to each other was to deny, deny, deny. Even though it hurt you. It was safer.

Although you didn’t show each other your true feelings, you liked to get a rise out of each other. And you’d like to say it’s because of the sex it leads to––but deep down, you know that’s not true. You like to feel wanted the way that you want him. You like to see him angry on your behalf, to see him upset because of the way some other guy is looking at you, kissing you, holding you. Just like he loves to see you annoyed every time he has a girl attached to his hip at a party, her teeth leaving marks on his neck the way you like to, the way only you should be able to.

––❊––

The music was blaring through the speakers when you walked in with your friend Mia, the both of you were ready to get fucked up and have fun. You quickly made your way to the kitchen to get some drinks, eagerly sipping from your red solo cups as you started to sway lightly to the music. The house was packed, sweaty, drunk bodies everywhere, shouting and dancing on each other. The couches were filled with people, passed out and making out, either or.

Just as you finished your cup, you felt a pair of eyes practically burning through your body. You turned and immediately caught his eyes, looking you up and down with a smirk on his face as he barely listened to Harrison and Harry having what seemed to be an intense conversation––but knowing them it was probably just banter.

You and Tom were friends, since it is in the title of what you guys supposedly are––friends with benefits. But were the benefits supposed to come with mixed feelings and overwhelming amounts of repressed emotions?––So far, that’s unclear. But you and Tom and Harrison and the whole bunch were all friends. You and Tom were always a little bit closer than you were with the others, but not by an obscene amount. This whole arrangement between the two of you had started by accident, basically. You slept together one night after a party, you were both only a little tipsy so it wasn’t a mistake––and then again after he spent the night at your place for one of your usual sleepovers, and then it just kept happening.

But along with this intimate cycle came this push and pull you and Tom would do with each other. It seemed that every time you got closer, you would end up taking a thousand steps back away from each other afterwards. It was tiring, but you never let it show.

You saw Tom walking towards you, a glint in his eyes. But right when he was about ten feet away from you and you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest, he swerved to the side, his eyes lingering on you while he talked to some other girl. You felt your heart drop to your stomach but you swallowed and picked it right back up, not letting his antics get to you. This was what happened every time. It was a game. But neither of you seemed to ever win.

You filled your cup again with something a little stronger and gulped it down, wincing as it burned it’s way down your throat.

“You okay?” Mia asked, looking at you slightly concerned. “That was a pretty aggressive swallow.” She joked.

You shook your head, “I’m fine.” You turned to her and plastered a smile on your face, ignoring the stares of the brunet who was only a few feet away from you, a blonde girl’s hand on his shoulder, sliding it’s way up to his neck. “Let’s dance.”

You marched your way into the scattered group of people in the living room, finding a nice spot for you and your friend. You easily got comfortable, having danced with Mia many times before. She stepped behind you, swaying as you grinded on her, losing yourself in the music. Soon you were sweaty just like the rest of the people in this party and you could feel Tom sending glances your way every now and then, despite the girl trying to climb him. You were dancing seductively but freely, only barely paying attention to the other people in the room. Sure, you were hoping that Tom was watching, but you were also dancing for yourself. You just wanted to have fun.

You managed to dance for about two songs until someone came up to you. He was attractive, a little taller than Tom, dark brown hair, and what seemed to be hazel eyes in the dark lighting of the room. He seemed nice enough. He approached you with a sincere smile on his face. “I don’t mean to bother you. I just couldn’t help but notice you and I’ve been watching you for a bit––in a totally non-creepy way.” He prefaced, making you laugh. He was cute. “Do you wanna dance, maybe?” He held his hand out. “If not, I totally understand.”

You paused for a moment, looking at him. You weren’t going to mess around with someone if they seemed like a total dick––but he seemed genuine. You turned your head to check with Mia to find that she was already walking off with some girl. She gave you a thumbs up and a wink and you laughed, looking back at the boy.

“Okay,” you smiled. “Let’s dance.”

He smiled and you took his hand and pulled him behind you, continuing the dance you were doing before with Mia, grinding on him lightly. He placed his hands on your waist, his fingertips digging into you softly. This next song was more sensual and you couldn’t help but feel yourself a little bit. You knew you looked good. You turned your head over your shoulder to get the boy’s attention. “I should probably know your name since we skipped the formalities and went straight to third base.”

He laughed, his hands still on your waist. “Liam. And you?”

“Y/N.” You lifted one of his hands and shook it, making him chuckle and step closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“You’re cute.”

You smiled, “I know. So are you.” You took his hands and brought them up to your breasts, making him squeeze them just as you looked straight ahead and made eye contact with Tom. His jaw was clenched as he squeezed the girl’s ass, her lips marking him up. You smirked and tipped your head back, biting your lip. You could feel yourself getting turned on, from the dancing, from Liam, from Tom.

He looked mad and it was only spurring you on even more. He practically snarled before grabbing the girl’s hair and pulling her head back. You could see her moan even from several feet away. He looked at you as he licked along her bare neck, his eyes teasing and taunting you. He knew you would rather it was him standing behind you, holding you, feeling you-–just like you knew he would rather you be the one moaning in his ear. He bit the blonde’s neck and grabbed her ass roughly, pulling her into him as he marked her up.

You were in a room full of people, but when you looked at each other, it felt as though the whole room went dark, a spotlight on the two of you, your shadows behind you hiding all your hidden truths about how you felt for one another. The both of you were just waiting to see who would snap first. Last time it was you, and the time before that it was him. You were determined for it not to be you this time.

You brought a hand up and slid it along Liam’s neck, making your way to his hair before tugging it softly and bringing him down to kiss your neck. You tilted your head and he eagerly took the hint, kissing and sucking softly. His touch was more gentle and more hesitant than Tom’s, you couldn’t help but compare the two––not when Tom was staring you down.

You turned your head and pulled Liam up, looking at his lips then back up to his eyes, grinning when you saw his gaze was focused on your mouth. You pulled him close and crashed your lips together, leading the kiss. It was bold for a first kiss, and you hoped he didn’t mind, but by the way he was grabbing you and pressing into you, you figured he was fine with it.

By the time the song was over, your mind was far from Tom. You were facing Liam, your hands around his neck as he grabbed your thigh, pressing himself into you as you made out. When he pulled away from you, you looked up, confused as to why he stopped. You saw another boy talking to him. He let your leg down gently and you let your hands slip down to his chest.

“We gotta go man, the uber’s here. We said we’d be back by…” he checked his phone. “Two hours ago.”

“Shit, alright.” Liam looked at you then back to his friend, “I’ll meet you outside.” He turned to you, apologetic. “Looks like our time is up.”

You smiled a little sadly and let your hands fall to your sides. Sure, he wasn’t Tom. But he was alright, you liked him as a person. “Seems like it.”

He sighed, seemingly thinking about something. After a moment he spoke up. “Can I get your number?”

You looked up at him. “You know what? Sure.” He smiled and handed you his phone. After putting your information in, you handed him back his phone.

He held it up. “I will be sure to use this.” You smiled and he leaned in to kiss you on the cheek before leaning to whisper in your ear. “See you soon hopefully, Y/N.”

He walked away, still facing you and you laughed when he bumped into someone, almost falling and looking back at you, embarrassed. He waved and was soon on his way. You found yourself smiling absentmindedly at the door he’d just exited and were soon snapped out of your daze when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Your date ditch you?”

You turned to face him but your smile soon dropped when you noticed he wasn’t alone. The girl was still on his arm, smiling up at him, clearly wanting all of his attention.

“No.” You said as a matter of factly. “I actually got his number.” You couldn’t help but smile when you noticed his eye twitch. “He just had to go home or something.”

“Hmm that’s a shame.” He licked his lips, shamelessly checking you out.

You easily forgot where you were with the way he was looking at you until a voice pierced through your bubble.

“Can we go find a room? Please Tommy?”

You noticed Tom wince and look over at you when he heard the nickname and you couldn’t help but grimace. That was your name for him. You were the only one who called him that.

He swallowed awkwardly and turned to her. “Babe.” He lowered his head to look at her, talking to her like a child and you scoffed. “You’re this close to being plastered. You need to find your friends and go home.”

She pouted like a child throwing a tantrum. “But you said you––were gonna fuck me.”

Your brows raised and he looked at her, confused. “What? No I didn’t––”

She nodded her head, “Uh huh, you said–––” She mimicked a posh british accent. “M’gonna fuck you so hard, love.”

He cursed silently when he realized he’d said that out loud when he was watching you grind on that boy. “That––That wasn’t,” he looked over at you and you smirked, crossing your arms. “You were just hearing things.” He spotted one of the girls she came with and pushed her towards her. “There you go, run off now.”

You laughed but it quickly died off when he turned back to you, his eyes dark. You bit your lip and his hand came up to hold your jaw, his thumb running over your lips. You parted your lips and took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him as you would his cock and he groaned, “Fuck, love.” You bobbed your head and popped off of him, biting the tip of his finger gently and winking at him.

He slid his hand down to grasp your neck and tilted your head up, leaning in closer to you, his lips barely grazing yours. “My place or yours?”

You had a feeling Mia would be coming home tonight with that girl. And the girls she brought home were never quiet, not with her. “Yours.”

He nodded and took your hand in his, pulling out his phone as you both walked out of the house. “Uber should be here in two minutes.”

You raised a brow and he could practically hear you watching him quizzically. He looked up at you and you asked, “Was that uber for the blonde?”

He rolled his eyes. “Called it as soon as I saw that bloke leave.”

You smirked. “How ambitious of you.”

He stepped closer to you, “Love don’t act like you don’t say yes to me every time. I always have you begging for my cock and we both know it.”

Your jaw dropped but before you could even think of a response, he walked forward, pulling you along. “Let’s go.”

When you both got settled in the car, you greeted the driver and Tom subtly pulled you closer to him. He placed one of your legs over his, his hand rubbing along the inside of it teasingly soft as he made small talk with the driver, because, ever the charmer, he had to talk to everyone.

You looked out the window, tuning out their conversation as you focused on the lights outside as the car drove by. You were honestly so out of it, you almost jolted when you felt Tom’s hand slide under your skirt to graze your panties.

You turned to him in shock, and he simply smiled, still talking to the driver. Were they talking about golf? You grabbed his hand and he turned his head, looking at you with a look that said don’t test me. You let him go and he rubbed you through the fabric, pleased to see how wet you were. But when he remembered what you’d been doing all night, his face quickly formed a grimace.

“Who’s this for, baby?” he licked his lips, whispering to you as the driver went on. “Me? Or that div you were grinding on for show? Hm?”

He was jealous. Good.

You shrugged, enjoying the dark look that overtook his features. “What if I said both?”

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, his lips grazing your skin. “Then I’d say that’s the wrong fucking answer, love.”

You shivered from the tone of his voice and when he pulled away, the smirk on his face was anything but sweet. He slipped his hands into your panties, audibly gasping to himself when he felt how wet you really were. He wasted no time, rubbing your wetness over your clit and you gasped, letting out a whine louder than you would have hoped to. Luckily he spoke over you, but he pinched the bundle of nerves, silently scolding you and you whimpered quietly, leaning into his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed his cheek to your forehead, making it seem as though you were simply cuddling in the backseat. If you weren’t distracted, you would have thought about how nice it felt to be in his arms like this, but then again, you had other things on your mind.

He rolled his fingers over your clit, kissing your forehead when you let out a shaky breath. He slipped his fingers inside of you and you arched into his touch, rolling your hips to fuck his hand. “Such a needy little slut.” He whispered to you, only making you roll your hips harder. He let out a small fuck and tried his best to focus on his conversation with the lovely man who was driving you both home, but the way you were breathing heavily into his neck as you grinded onto his fingers was making it hard for him to even breathe properly.

He sped his hands up as best he could in this awkward and compromising position, pressing his thumb down to your clit, making you sigh as you bit into his neck, quickly approaching your high.

“You gonna cum all over my hand, baby?” He whispered into your hair. You nodded desperately, but your heart dropped when he chuckled. “Funny how I didn’t give you permission to.” You lifted your head and looked up at him, begging him not stop to but he simply stared you down and pulled his hand away from you and out of your panties, making you almost buck forward from the loss of stimulation.

Your eyes were wide and hopeful and he simply kissed your cheek, bringing his hand up to his mouth to suck on his fingers. Luckily for him, his conversation with the driver had died off gradually, so he was free to tease you as much as he wanted. “Fucking delicious.” He licked his lips, “You want a taste?” You nodded, already leaning into him, but he brought a hand up to your hair and tugged your head backwards, exposing your neck. “That’s too fucking bad. You don’t deserve to taste my pussy yet.” He leaned forward and kissed your neck possessively, somehow picking the spots that were already sensitive. You soon realized he was covering the marks that Liam had made and making them his own.

He spent a good while marking you up, only pulling away when the car came to a stop. Realizing you’d made it to his place, you both thanked the driver and got out, quickly making your way into the flat.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were stripped naked, Tom on top of you as he kissed you possessively as if someone were watching. His tongue was tasting yours, sucking and licking it’s way into your mouth, making you lose your breath. He pulled away and grinned when you whined, helplessly trying to pull him back, biting your lip sensually.

He got off of the bed and pulled out the box from underneath and your breath hitched, knowing exactly what was in there from all the times you’d spent over at his place. He pulled out the padded handcuffs and the trusty vibrator he’d used on you and watched you use many times, setting them on the bed as he closed the box and shoved it back to it’s spot.

He looked at you steadily, “You up for this?” When you nodded he smiled. “That’s my girl.” Though you knew he most likely meant it sexually, you couldn’t help how flustered it made you feel. And was it just your mind playing tricks on you or did it seem more sincere when he said it this time?

You put your hands in front of you and he put on the restraints, raising your hands above your head, attaching the cuffs to the bedframe and settling down between your thighs. He ran his hands up and down your torso, his fingers lightly grazing your nipples and your breasts, down your stomach and then back up again, making you squirm in anticipation.

He pressed a lasting wet kiss to your lips and trailed his lips down, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as his fingers tugged and teased the other. Your back arched under his touch but he was quick to pin you back down, smiling as he continued to tease you.

He slid further down the bed, grabbing your breasts then spreading your thighs wider as he settled between them, finally seeing the mess he’d helped make. Without saying a word, he watched the way your walls clenched around nothing, clearly aching to be filled. He spread you open and buried himself in you, your moans and gasps only spurring him on even more. He could tell you were still sensitive from earlier, your pussy practically pulsing under his tongue.

He licked through your folds, sliding his tongue in and out of you teasingly as he properly made out with your pussy, moaning and groaning into you, enjoying himself in the pleasure he was giving you, as he thrusted his hips into the bed absentmindedly. It wasn’t long before your hips started bucking into his face and he had to press them down with his hands.

Your wrists strained against the restraints as you buried your face into your arm, your brows furrowed, your lip caught between your teeth.

“So close, Tom.”

He hummed and sucked your clit harshly, waiting until whines started spilling from your lips, your tell that you were about to tip over the edge, to pull away completely.

You let out a broken no and looked down at him, a pout on your face.

“That’s what you get for teasing me all night.” Yeah, he was being hypocritical, but as we established before––toxic. “Grinding up on that idiot right in front of me.”

You lifted your head to try and look at him properly. “His name is Liam.”

Based on the look on his face from your response you could tell––that was the wrong answer.

“You see darling,” He thrusted his fingers into you abruptly, making you drop your head back and moan loudly in surprise. “Look at me.” His voice was sharp and you lifted your head immediately, your walls clenching around him from the tone of his voice. “I don’t give a fuck what his name is. All I know is that I’m going to have you screaming my name until it’s the only bloody one you know.” Your mouth was open as you looked at him, clearly turned on and in utter shock. “Got it?” You nodded almost mindlessly and he clenched his jaw, taking his fingers out to slap your pussy, making you whine and buck your hips. “Got it?”

“Yes, Tommy.”

“Good.” He slid his fingers back into you and leaned forward to suck on your clit. “Now moan for me like a good little slut.”

He put his mouth back on you, licking and slurping you up like you were his last meal, pulling a gasp from you. One of his hands was holding your hips down, fingers splayed out across your abdomen, the other thrusting into your wet opening, while his mouth lapped and sucked your clit.

You felt like you could barely breathe or even process anything but his touch as he pleased you. He edged you three more times, each time, your whines becoming higher pitched, longer and breathier. Your whole body felt like it was floating, every time you were dragged away from the edge before you could tip over it, it felt as though you were being pulled down from the air, roughly, just for the cycle to restart all over again.

Tom licked his lips as he watched you, your body completely spent as you lied there, panting, desperate to cum. He swiped his fingers through your folds before bringing them up to your lips. “Think you’ve earned it.” You opened up eagerly and his eyes were hypnotized as he watched you, his lips parted. “How’s my pussy taste, darling, hm?”

Your eyes fluttered shut from his words and you moaned around him, making him smirk. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out before thrusting them back into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him and sucking him eagerly. He took his fingers out of your mouth and passed them over your lips, smearing your spit over them.

“Such a messy little thing, aren’t you? All for me.”

You nodded, your throat croaky. “Only you.”

He hummed. “You wanna cum now baby?”

You looked down at him, your eyes pleading. “Please Tommy. Wanna cum for you.”

“Yeah?” he cooed. You nodded as fast as you could, tired from all the edging. “Okay love. You can cum.”

He wrapped his lips around your clit again, sucking just the way you liked as his fingers pressed against that special spot inside you. Your body lurched forward as best it could, your mouth dropping open as your eyes rolled back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck––”

Tom’s eyes were focused on your body, one hand coming up to play with your nipples and squeeze your breasts making you moan loudly as your body convulsed under him. “That’s it. Let go for me, darling.” He kept sucking on your clit and thrusting his fingers into you as you came, your body tense as your breaths came out short and hard.

“Oh my god––” You gasped when he didn’t stop, his lips and his fingers still going after you reached your high, going even faster than before. He was humming into you, his movements frantic but calculated as he pushed you further. Your eyes rolled back as you came for the second time, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

When he sat up on his knees, you thought he was finally done, but you were sadly mistaken. He simply got into a more comfortable position, licking his lips clean to savor your taste as he brought his hand down to rub at your clit quickly, his other hand still furiously fingering you. Your eyes were wide, mouth hung open in shock, overwhelmed by the stimulation. Soon, you felt yourself approaching the edge again, but this time felt more intense, almost like you needed to––

“Fuck––” Tom groaned in awe as you squirted all over his hands, his fingers still going at it, trying to prolong the feeling for you and maybe even make you do it again. He was mesmerized by you. Your hands were restlessly pulling at the cuffs, your body trembling and shaking as you came, overstimulated. Tom pulled his fingers out of you and rubbed over your pussy quickly, making you let out a mix between a moan and a yell. He switched from thrusting his fingers into you roughly, to rubbing your clit, slapping it quickly as you kept squirting all over him. “So fucking wet, oh my god.”

Your eyes were shut as you panted, your head turned to the side, tucked into your arm, your stomach flexing and tensing every few seconds as Tom tortured you. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, you heard your toy switch on and without warning he pressed it on to your sensitive clit, making you scream.

As he promised, you were screaming his name, your body shaking under him as he slid himself inside of you, the vibe still on. He was thrusting into you fast and hard, moaning and growling obscenities like ‘my fucking pussy’, ‘that’s it take that cock just the way you like,’ which only made your head spin even more. You were barely able to function, only saying his name over and over again while he used you like a toy.

With all the time he spent playing with you, teasing you, edging you, making you cum––which he was still doing, he was super sensitive, so it didn’t take long for him to get close. “That’s it baby. M’gonna cum in my fucking pussy and you’re gonna clench around me while you cum one more time, okay?”

You whined loudly, your head thrashing from side to side as he held your thigh, fucking into you roughly while he pressed the toy to your clit, putting it at the highest setting. “Tom!––”

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock. I know you can, that’s it. Gonna cum in this perfect pussy. Fuck.” He grunted as he released into you, your walls clenching around him tightly as you came again, your eyes shut tight as you trembled around him.

He switched the toy off and threw it aside, thrusting into you a few times slowly to see your releases mixed together on his cock. He bottomed out, filling you to the hilt and you whimpered, your legs still shaking. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, reaching up and undoing the straps of the restraints. You sighed softly and let your hands fall down to his shoulders, barely able to move them yourself.

He looked down at you, fondness in his eyes. “How was that, darling?” You simply mumbled a few sounds in response, the only intelligible word being his name. He smirked, kissing your forehead. “That’s what I thought.”

You both stayed like that for a while, you tucked into Tom’s chest while you caught your breaths, his cock still inside of you. After a while, he pulled out, earning a whimper from you and got up to get a towel to clean you up, since you definitely couldn’t walk on your own. You’d just wait to see how you felt in the morning.

When he finished cleaning you up and settled under the covers with you after giving you one of his shirts, he pulled you back into his arms and you sighed happily, nuzzling into him. His hand was tracing patterns on your side, lulling you to sleep as you listened to his heartbeat.

“You know,” he whispered. You hummed quietly in response. “I really liked tonight. With you.” He winced, realizing that sounded stupid but he held his breath when you responded softly.

“Mm I did too. Always do Tommy.” You were practically mumbling into his shirt, you were really fucked out.

He waited a few moments before speaking up again, but you had already drifted off halfway through his sentence, only hearing a faint I really like––before you fell into a deep sleep.

––❊––

When you woke up, Tom was out of bed and you could smell tea boiling in the kitchen, along with breakfast cooking. You rubbed your eyes with your knuckles, squinting from the sunlight that was peeking into the room. You sighed and sat up, raising your arms for a much needed stretch. You then reached for your phone that you’re guessing Tom must have put to charge sometime last night or this morning since it was at 100%.

You grabbed it and tried to stand up, yelping at how sore and wobbly your legs felt. Tom walked in just in time and laughed, rushing over to your side, “Woah love. You alright?” You let out small mhm signalling that you really weren’t alright. You couldn’t walk properly for Christ’s sake. “I really fucked you good didn’t I?” He smirked smugly and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah yeah. To the bathroom please.” He nodded and helped you along, his hands delicately holding you.

“Do you need me to set you down on the toilet too?”

You turned to him about to scowl, when you noticed the sincere look in his eyes. Oh. “Um––No I’m okay.” You turned to hold the door. “But um, can you wait until I’m finished.” You looked up at him sheepishly and smiled.

“Sure. I’ll just wait on the bed okay?”

You nodded and closed the door.

You peed, brushed your teeth and washed your face, refusing to look at your disapproving reflection in the mirror. Yeah, this was a little fucked up that you slept with your best friend all the time and basically acted like a couple until you stepped out in public––but what else is new. Well for one, Tom had never been that intense before––he was really determined, possessive last night. Was it because you got Liam’s number?

You guess it was an unspoken but unofficial thing between the two of you, but you never went past making out with other people, let alone getting their numbers and hanging out with them afterwards. Should you feel guilty? No, if he wanted to say something and tell you how he feels, he would, right? Funny.

You sighed and waddled over to the door before opening it and Tom perked up immediately, eyes finding you. You walked out of the bathroom and he watched you take a few steps, a small pout on his face. “You know I think I can walk better now.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

You frowned. “Does it look that bad?”

He looked up at you, a cheeky but hesitant smile on his face. “No I just want an excuse to hold you while you walk.”

You rolled your eyes but let him hold you anyway as you made your way over to the kitchen. He helped you sit at the counter and went to the stove to continue preparing breakfast.

You crossed your legs at the ankle and sat up, fiddling with your phone in your hands as you remembered last night just before you fell asleep. It sounded like he was confessing something to you and you couldn’t help but be hopeful. It sounded like the next word in his sentence started with a Y and you wanted to clarify, to assure what you heard, to soothe your heart.

“I um.” He turned, when you paused, looking at you curiously, a small smile on his face. “Before I fell asleep last night,” You noticed his eyes widened slightly but he quickly tried to mask it. “I think I heard you say something?”

He just looked at you, mouth closed, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I think I heard you say you really like...and then I passed out.” You laughed quietly to ease the tension, “Um, what––what did you say?”

He took a moment before biting his lip, obviously nervous, looking down at the floor. “Uh nope––Sorry I uh don’t think I said anything.”

Your shoulders drooped. “Are you sure?” You pressed, not even hiding the disappointment in your tone.

He laughed awkwardly, turning to put sugar in his tea. “Nope I uh––Didn’t say anything. Must be hearing things.”

You nodded tightly, pursing your lips. “Right.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your notifications to distract yourself from the metaphorical sharp pain in your chest, seeing the dms from your friends on insta, twitter notifications, random game updates, but your eyes paused when you noticed a message from an unknown number.

Hey :) told you I’d put your number to good use

You smiled.

Maybe: Liam: It’s Liam, by the way. From the party.

You laughed at how awkwardly cute he was and sent a reply. Not even two seconds later, you saw the three chat bubbles appear.

Tom perked up from the other side of the counter, thankful for a topic change and came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder as his arms wrapped around you tight. “What’s so fun––” His brows furrowed as he read the text, his arms loosening their hold around you.

You tensed and you could feel the air around you shift. You swallowed nervously, straightening yourself out in your seat. It’s not like you and Tom were dating or anything. You didn’t owe him anything.

“It’s Liam––”

“Yeah I can read.” His tone was sharp, but unlike yesterday, it didn’t have a positive effect on you.

You both looked at the phone when a new message appeared.

Maybe: Liam: So I was wondering if we could get food or just chill tomorrow afternoon? I’d really like to see you :)

You took a sharp inhale, feeling butterflies in your stomach. With all the frustrations you’d been feeling and with how lackluster and clearly dishonest your last conversation was with Tom, maybe it’d be good to have a distraction. Try to move on.

Just as you thought this, he spoke up, bursting your Tom-free bubble that you were forming. “You gonna go? On the date?” His voice was almost accusatory, offended, even.

You sighed and he stepped away from you, looking at you in disbelief. “Yeah I think I will.”

His jaw clenched as he stared at you. Come on, Tom. Say something, anything. He nodded and walked back to his tea, making you roll your eyes.

You called an uber and waddled off to the room, feeling his eyes watch you as you walked off. You quickly got dressed, in your own clothes and grabbed your things, not wasting a single second. When you stepped back into the kitchen, you grabbed your phone and made your way to the door. You spared a glance in Tom’s direction, noticing that he not only looked upset but hurt?

You looked down at your phone, seeing that your ride was approaching and shook your head, “See you, Tom.” You didn’t wait to hear a response before you stepped out of the door, but you’re not certain that if you had stayed longer, you’d have gotten one anyway.

––❊––

The next afternoon, you had agreed to meet Liam at a cafe halfway between your place and his. You both also agreed that this was a casual hangout, maybe not even a date, just a time to see what happens, how you vibe together. So you dressed comfortably but nice, you weren’t going to go so far as to show up in sweats. That would be rude.

He got there a little earlier and insisted that you tell him your order so it could be ready for you when you got there. This boy was really sweet. You met him about ten minutes later. He looked up from his phone when he noticed you walking towards his table, a smile on your face. He kissed you on the cheek after making sure it was okay and even pulled out your seat for you.

“I’m really glad you wanted to meet up.” He seemed shy, it was cute.

“Me too.” You smiled, taking a sip from the drink he got for you. “It was nice of you to order for me by the way, thank you.”

He waved you off, “My pleasure.”

The conversation progressed gradually, staying in the typical small talk stage for a while when you first meet someone. How was your day? Tell me about yourself. And you wanted to be present, you really did. But your mind couldn’t stop thinking about how wrong you felt to be out with someone else that wasn’t Tom. You were shifting and fidgeting as you stared at the boy in front of you, a strained smile plastered on your face as you tried to focus.

Ever so perceptible, he noticed that something was off and looked at you concerned. “Everything alright?”

“Sorry,” You looked at him apologetically. What was wrong with you? You had a perfectly sweet boy sitting in front of you but all you could think about was Tom. “I just can’t focus today. There’s just––some things on my mind.” More like someone.

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with that brown haired guy from the party, would it?” He asked gently.

Your eyes widened slightly. You briefly thought about denying it but wasn’t that what got you in this mess in the first place? You weren’t going to lie to him. You grimaced. “How did you know?”

“He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.” He laughed. “Which I understand. But it felt like there was some tension.”

You nodded, swallowing, trying to process everything.

He shrugged, “I hoped it was nothing, which I’ll admit was a bit selfish of me.” He gave you a kind smile, pausing before going on. “Were you guys together or is it complicated?”

“Definitely that last one.” You groaned and hid your face in your palms, resting your elbows on the table in frustration. “I’m really sorry.” Your voice was muffled behind your hands. You slid your hands off of your face and looked at him, giving him another apologetic smile. “I really wanted to hangout with you and move on because you seem really sweet and like the perfect guy, honestly.”

He waved you off again, clearly flustered, only proving your point.

“I just don’t think it’s fair for me to try and pretend I’m fully here when you deserve nothing but honesty and someone who’s able to give you all their attention.” He nodded, disappointed but understanding.

“Well I hope he figures his shit out because he has no idea what he’s missing.” You sighed, you and me both.

“Thank you, Liam.”

You both got up and hugged. He kissed your cheek again, this time as a friendly and comforting gesture. “Don’t be afraid to call me okay? As friends.” You smiled gratefully and you both went your separate ways.

––❊––

That night, there was a pounding at your door. Mia was out, so you were left to see who it was yourself. You got up and looked through the peephole to find Tom standing there. You sighed and opened the door, blinking when he stormed into your apartment without saying a word.

His fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides, his brows furrowed as he tried to contain his emotions and prevent an overwhelming outburst in your otherwise quiet apartment. The whole way walking over here, he could feel his stomach drop, his throat ready to hold back the bile that was threatening to come up.

“Did you fuck him?” He spat out venomously and you glanced up at him in shock as you closed the door. Normally he’d joke about it, make a few passive comments, but he was never this direct.

“Well hello to you too Tom. Nice to see you.”

“Answer the question.”

“That’s actually none of your business.” You bit back, your brows furrowed.

“Bullshit. Did you or did you not fuck him?”

“Again. None of your business. But you really think I’d do that on the first date? You must think really highly of me.” Your voice was sharp and clearly offended. He opened his mouth again but you spoke before he could. “Why does it even matter?”

He looked taken aback. “I––It just does.”

“Why do you care, Tom?” your eyes were piercing him, begging him to say what you both wanted to. You were sick of playing the same game, hoping for a happy ever after when you kept seeing the same outcome every time. You were tired of being hurt and disappointed. So you finally just decided to give him a chance. To see if what he felt for you was the same––to see if it was real.

When you were met with silence, your eyes started to water. “Why?” Your voice was small, aching for him to put an end to all of this, to be honest for once.

His eyes lowered to the ground and he bit his lip nervously, his arms limp by his side. When you spoke up his eyes jumped to yours, wide and scared.

“I––I can’t keep doing this.”

“What––What do you mean?” His voice was frantic and a part of you felt guilty, but you shut your eyes, frustrated with how much of an effect he had on you.

“This, Tom.” You gestured between the two of you. “Whatever the fuck this is. We––We’ve never even talked about it! We just fuck with each other and then fuck each other like everything’s okay but it’s not! I’m tired of it!”

He reached a hand out but you took a step back and he dropped it back to his side.

“Unless you have something worthwhile to say, just go.” Your voice was small, tired as you looked down at the floor. Your shoulders sunk when you were met with silence again.

“Get out, Tom.”

“Darling––”

“No, you don’t get to call me that.” Your eyes were glued to the ground.

“Darling look at me. Please!”

You could hear that his voice was shaky, and if you looked up, you’d probably see tears in his eyes. But you knew that if you did that, you would just give in like you always do. And you couldn’t keep doing that to yourself.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. “Get out.”

He scoffed, sniffing as he backed away. “Right.”

You stayed in your spot, stiff as a statue, wincing as you heard the door slam on his way out. You waited for a moment. A long, painful moment. To see if he would come back. To try and fix things. But he never did. Sure, you had told him to leave, so maybe it was a good thing that he respected your wish. Or maybe he just couldn't bear to be in the same room as you anymore. Either way, a part of you wanted him to fight for you. To want you enough. But he apparently couldn’t tell. Once you accepted that, you let out a deep sigh.

Only then did you sluggishly make your way to your room. Once you turned off the lights and got under the covers, the tears started to fall and it felt like they would never stop. Your breathing was uneven, hiccups jumping from your throat as you wet your pillow with tears. Your eyes were blurry, your body shaking, and your heart felt heavy.

You cried, your tears flowing down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut, your whole body feeling like it was aching from the inside.

––❊––

As soon as Tom closed the door to your apartment, he cursed, shoving his face into his palms as he leaned against the wall of the hallway, trying not to scream. His whole body felt unstable, uneasy and unsatisfied with the way things ended. After letting out a shaky breath and straightening up, he took the elevator down and sulked all the way home. He was frustrated and upset. Couldn’t you see what he was trying (poorly) to say? Couldn’t you see that he just wanted you to himself?

When he got home, Harrison was lounging on the couch, his eyes concerned when he noticed Tom’s demeanor. “What’s wrong with you?”

Tom stepped further into the flat, silent, still processing everything.

“Mate what happened? Didn’t you go to see Y/N?”

He swallowed, his brows furrowed as he looked down at the ground, making his way over to the couch. He slumped down in the seat, leaning his elbows on his knees as he hunched forward, rubbing his face listlessly. “Yeah, I uh––She kicked me out.” He still wasn’t looking up, his eyes not even focused on anything in the room. Sure, he was present, but his mind was far from it.

He could hear the confusion and concern in Harrison’s voice. “Shit, man. What did you do?”

“Well uh…” Tom explained, his head hanging in his hands as he recounted everything––how he was so wound up he could barely breathe as he burst into your home, immediately asking about the date, how you put him on the spot, how he froze up, how devastated you looked when you looked him in the eye. When he finished, the room was silent for a good while, the only sound heard being Tom’s shaky breaths.

“Are you fucking dumb?”

Tom looked up at his best friend incredulously. “Dude?––”

“You basically called her a whore!” Harrison practically shouted, getting more and more aggravated.

“There’s nothing wrong with fucking on the first date! And I never called her a whore! I just––” Tom countered, getting frustrated as well.

“Well that’s what you implied, dipshit!” Haz took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, resisting the urge to slap his best friend. “Why were you so upset in the first place, Tom?”

Tom opened his mouth and closed it immediately. He swallowed, suddenly feeling small and unsure of himself. “I––I don’t know.”

Harrison looked at him deadpan. “Mate, you know why.” His eyes softened as he looked at his friend with pure intentions, wanting to give him honest guidance. “You need to be honest with yourself and her. It’s not fair to her that you keep playing this game, man. I’m surprised it lasted this long, honestly.” He shook his head, lying back in his seat. “You need to go fix this.”

Tom sighed, “I know.”

Harrison looked at him expectantly. “Like immediately.”

“Dude, it’s late.” Tom looked at the time, it was almost eleven.

“I sincerely doubt she’s asleep after what you did.”

Tom winced, slowly letting out a puff of air as he gathered his thoughts, getting up from his seat. “Right. O–Okay. Shit.”

Harrison got up as well, eyes focused on his friend. He could practically see the thoughts flying around his head as he processed them all.

Tom looked up at him, his eyes suddenly clearer. “Thanks man.” He stepped closer to his best friend and wrapped his arms around him.

Harrison immediately reciprocated the gesture and patted him on the back a few times. “Go get her, mate.”

––❊––

You groaned when you saw the notification from the absolute last person you wanted to hear from right now––at least that’s what you told yourself, anyway. You couldn’t sleep, obviously and understandingly restless with your thoughts. So you picked up your phone to distract yourself, but of course, he found a way to intrude your thoughts again.

Tom: open the door please.

Are you serious––

You turned off your phone and put it face down on the bed as you stared at the ceiling. Fuck.

You slowly got out of bed, throwing the covers off of you, though your body was almost dragging you back down, as if it was warning you to stay put, to preserve your heart. But your mind pushed through and took control of your body, you had to know why he was here. You padded over to the front door, your socked feet cold against the hardwood floor. You looked through the peephole to see Tom there, desperately waiting for you to open the door. He looked as though he would stay out there no matter how long it took.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. Time froze for a few seconds as you just stared at each other, taking in each other’s appearances. Tom’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes and nose red as well, and you could tell it wasn’t just from the cold. You were sure you looked just as fragile as he did. He looked scared, but also like he had something that he was aching to tell you.

You cleared your throat and even that small sound felt too loud for the space around you, for the silence you were both clinging too. You stepped aside, “Come in.”

He gave you a quick smile and moved past you, his actions way more hesitant than when he first came over tonight. He really was nervous.

You closed and locked the door and turned around to face him after taking another deep breath, this one more shaky than the last, your heartbeat starting to race. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shifting from side to side as you both stood there in front of each other. You had both calmed down since you last met, both your energies very different. He was anxious, desperate, aware. You were tired, hopeful but wary. But there was a distinct feeling of longing between the two of you.

“I um––” He swallowed, rubbing his hands nervously. “I have something I need to tell you.”

You bit your lip and looked up at him before moving past him and sitting on your couch, your knees pulled up to your chest as you watched him come over and take a seat as well. “Okay.” You muttered, eyes wide as you watched him.

He sat down on the other end of the couch without taking off his jacket, the distance between the two of you seemingly getting larger and larger. He scratched the back of his head, looking down at the carpet and taking a deep breath to prepare himself to speak. “I just––I’ve never been good at...communicating when it came to you and––I was never really sure why. Or at least I was scared to admit the reason. I would just watch you and hold you when you let me and then get jealous when you walked away. I always felt empty when you left me, Y/N.” He looked up at you and you sucked in a breath, suddenly realizing how intimate and vulnerable he was being.

“For some stupid reason I found myself pushing away the one person I wanted closest in my life. I was just so scared by how much I care for you, for how much I––love you.” He licked his lips and looked down again and you shifted on the couch, your heartbeat now pounding in your ears.

“I acted like a dumbass. I’m sorry. And I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness, hell I don’t even deserve you––” He sniffled before making eye contact with you again, a small smile on his face. “But I just wanted to tell you the truth for once. I’m in love with you, darling. Have been for a while now.” You could see his eyes tracing your face, almost as if he were taking it all in, preparing for if this were the last time he would get to see it. “That’s all I wanted to say.”

There was a small silence between the two of you once he finished. You took a deep breath and slid over to his side of the couch, making his eyes widen curiously as he watched you. His breath hitched and he looked up at you, without a word.

“You’re an idiot.” You whispered. But before he could retort you grabbed his face with two hands and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he was in shock, but he soon reciprocated, his hands finding their way to your waist as he held you, your lips moving together in sync the way they should.

You pulled away and when you opened your eyes you saw him looking at you in awe. You ran your thumbs over the soft skin of his cheeks gently as you looked into his eyes. “I love you too Tom. Always have.”

He laughed and you both sighed, happy, relieved as you finally got what you wanted. “I guess we’re both idiots then, huh?”

You tilted your head, a small smile on your face. “You’re definitely the bigger idiot.”

“Hey!” He pinched your waist playfully making you yelp and climb into his lap.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked down at him with an adoring smile, but your expression became serious for a moment. You bit your lip nervously, looking between both of his eyes. “Don’t ever hurt me like that again. Okay?”

He answered immediately, not hesitating like he was before. “I promise, love. I never want to hurt you again. Ever.”

You kissed delicately and pulled away. Once your eyes met, there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, you needed each other.

Your lips reconnected more passionately this time, but still gentle. Soon you were slowly pushing the jacket off of Tom’s shoulders, letting it lay on the couch. You both got up and made your way to your bedroom, still sharing kisses as you walked through your apartment, your hands holding each other along the way.

Within no time, your clothes were off. Your body was resting comfortably as you lied in your bed, Tom hovering over you, his lips slotting with yours as his fingers stretched you out. You were moaning and sighing into his mouth, and he could feel the blood rushing through his body from the sounds.

His touches were tender, and familiar as his fingers worked you up gradually. His thumb rubbed at your bundle of nerves and your lips pulled away from his to let a breathy sigh part through them. He smiled fondly as he watched you get close, your hips starting to buck into his hand, but you brought a hand down to hold his wrist, making him halt his actions, eyes searching yours.

Your eyes were closed as you breathed out, trying to calm yourself down. You looked up at him. “Want––I want you, Tom. Wanna feel you.”

Tom nodded, biting his lip at the whine you let out when he pulled his fingers out of you. His eyes were taking you in as he slipped the two fingers, wet with your arousal into his mouth, sucking them clean and letting them go with a pop before positioning himself at your entrance.

You were spread open for him, legs around him as he slid himself in slowly, inch by inch. “Wanted to feel me, love. So I’ll let you feel all of me.” He bottomed out and the both of you moaned as you clenched around him.

You brought your hands up to his shoulder and pulled him into you, letting him rest some of his weight on you as you held each other, every part of you that could be touching, doing so. Your lips met again, the two of you still moving languidly, but desperately as you yearned for every part of each other. Tom bit your lip softly, slipping his tongue past your lips to tease yours.

He pulled his hips back and pushed them back into you deeply, making you let out a breathy moan and he trailed his kisses from the corner of your mouth, along your jaw to your neck as he started thrusting in and out of you. One of your arms slid across his back, pushing him into you, as the other hand found comfort in his curls, tugging and making him groan into your neck, his lips not letting up.

His hips were slowly pounding into you, gradually picking up the pace. Everything about this was soft and loving, like a brand new start for the both of you. In a way, it felt like your first time all over again.

Tom squeezed a hand between the two of you to play with your clit, his hips still thrusting into you relentlessly with purpose. His face was buried between your shoulder and your neck, his lips leaving soft kisses, and sucking marks onto the smooth skin. You were both breathing heavily, consumed by the feeling of one another.

“Fucking love you darling.” He was grunting as you both approached your highs. “Love how my pussy feels too. My good girl.”

Your hands were desperately clawing and grabbing at his back and his hair as you felt yourself moving towards the edge, your body aching for a sweet release. You needed that relief. You needed to let go now that you knew Tom would be there to catch you, to hold you.

“M’Yours, Tom.” You whined breathlessly as you whispered into his ear. “Make me yours. Cum with me.”

He groaned loudly and bit into your shoulder, the two of you soon releasing together, your bodies curving in on each other as you held each other tightly. Your back arched underneath him as his thrusts slowed, his hips pulling almost all the way out before he slammed back in, reaching the hilt, making you gasp as he came inside you.

He raised himself up on both hands and you pulled him in for another kiss, your tongue finding its way into his mouth, your teeth tugging at his bottom lip. The kiss was fierce and wanton as you pulled each other impossibly closer, almost as if you wanted to merge into one.

When you both pulled away you were breathing roughly, panting into the quiet air of your room. You bit your lip and brought a hand to his cheek to hold him lovingly. He turned his head and gave your palm a lasting kiss, pouring all his emotions into the small gesture. You smiled up at him.

“I love you.”

He kissed your palm again, then your wrist, and made his way down, kissing along your arm, then your chest and finally looked into your eyes, responding before kissing your lips yet again. “I love you too. So so much. I don’t think I’ll ever stop saying it.”

You laughed warmly, pulling him closer so that your lips were grazing his. “Good. Because I don’t ever want to stop hearing it.”

He smiled, licking his lips. “Deal.”

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #fwb!tom holland #fwb!tom holland x reader #fwb!tom holland smut #fwb!tom holland fic #tom holland request #tom holland angst

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wiidvw · 1 year ago

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small sneak peak at one of my WIPs for holland march

in love with him tbh

#holland march #holland march x reader #holland march smut #holland march x black!reader #ryan gosling x black!reader #ryan gosling #need him so bad

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cherryo · 2 years ago

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RULES <333!!

Okie Dokie y’all!! this is the place to see my rules and what I do/don’t write!!

We’ll start with what I will/ wont write and then get into the fandoms I write for!!

Edited: 1/23/23

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I WILL WRITE :

fluff!!

smut (not that good at it but I will still try!!(all minors will either be aged up or their request will be denied depending on how young they are, I wont write any minors in that situation))

angst

triggering stuff (abuse, sexual harrasment)

(regarding the triggering stuff, I will not write the Character inflicting such things, I will only write it if said Character is comforting the reader)

x readers

mostly GN but can be specific towards gender identity

Mental illness/disorders (i will only write what I am diagnosed with, so Depression, Anxiety, EDs, adhd, audio halucinations, and Autism)

violent scenes (this is really only with the action related characters, Rottmnt, demon slayer, etc)

yandere (sometimes, depending on what type)

Hurt/comfort

Romantic and platonic

Headcanons (i love these)

I WONT WRITE:

incest/stepcest

sexual assault from character or in general. (assualt and harrasment is different, if you specify it, it might be something i will write)

regarding smut if you specifiy what you want I might write it however these are kinks I won’t write (water sports, hard bdsm, cnc, anything thats too dark or hard)

x ocs

pregnant reader / trying to get pregnant! (i’m comfortable with breeding kink but not so much them actually wanting to try for babies,,,)

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All in all with my rules, just specifiy in your requests and I might decline or I might write it! I’m open to a lot but also not experienced in certain things/ uncomfortable. just ask! dont be shy, I won’t be mean about it I swear <3

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Fandoms I write for! (plus the characters i write for, I’m super Specific on who I will or won’t write for hehe)

The Arcana

I WILL WRITE FOR:

Julian

Asra

Lucio

Portia

Nadia

I WONT WRITE FOR

any of the courtiers (?)

ATTACK ON TITAN:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

almost everyone

i will also write in titan form!

DEMON SLAYER:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

the main three boys

Any of the pillars

the demons

I WONT WRITE FOR:

Muzan

Nezuko

HAIKYUU!!

I WILL WRITE FOR:

all of them !

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure:

all of them suckers, except a select few, just ask and i might write for them!!

INSIDE JOB:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

Reagan

Brett

Andre

Myc (possibly)

Gigi

Ron

I WONT WRITE FOR:

Rand

Alpha-beta

Glenn

ROTTMNT:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

the main four boys <3

I WONT WRITE FOR:

April o’neil (i love her to death but can never properly do her character justice)

Casey Jones Jr (not a big fan of him in this one, love him but didnt get enough like content for me to go off of !)

Splinter

any of the villians

2012! TMNT:

I WILL WRITE FOR:

the main four boys <3

Casey and April O'Neil

I believe thats about all, again please just ask, i might now write for the series but i can/will talk about it if i know/like it :))

MCU:

I WILL WRITE:

Almost all of em

THE BOYS:

Almost all of em hoes, just specify

I WILL WRITE:

Butcher

Frenchie

Hughie

M. M (only after his divorce</3)

A-train

Black noir

Soldier boy

Homelander (possibly)

I WON'T WRITE:

The Deep

MYSTIC MESSENGER:

SUPERNATURAL:

Ryan Gosling characters:

Officer K

Sierra six/court

Holland march

Noah (notebook)

#ChasesRambles #rottmnt #2012tmnt #demon slayer #the Arcana #haikyuu!!

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ken-dom · 1 year ago

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Perfect Match

Holland March x afab!reader

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Summary: Holland doesn't want your view of him to be tainted by what he still carries with him of his past; the wedding ring he wears around his neck as a symbol of his loyalty (and crippling guilt). You have a solution to help him through his first time in a long time.

Warnings/content: NSFW, angst and smut, size kink, (messy) cream pie, suit kink, hand jobs, alcohol mention, crying, comfort

Your hands dragged down Holland’s clothed chest, the air between you simmering with heat after every brief, passionate meeting of your lips.

A tear rolled down his cheek when you dragged over a hard lump beneath his shirt and your fingertips paused over it.

He held his breath. Perhaps he could get through this without broaching the topic. How? He wasn’t sure yet. But if he was really going to do it, share himself body and soul with you, there would come a time when you’d find out. And he imagined all too often that it would either ruin the mood, or upset him, or both. Probably both.

He’d feel guilty too, no doubt, betraying his wife like that. Only, she wasn’t his wife any more, was she? And he couldn’t bear the thought of that, but he craved companionship. The combination of longing like that, pining even, in two opposing directions made his heart, and his head, hurt. Especially after a few drinks.

Fuck. Why did his cheek feel wet?

Jesus, he was already crying after just a kiss. How pathetic could he get?

You removed your fingers from what you’d found hiding beneath his shirt and gently wiped his tears away with them instead. Holland flinched, dragged abruptly out of the black hole of his thoughts by your undying tenderness.

‘Hey, you know what I’ve always wanted?’ you soothed. That’s what he liked about you. He could be unashamedly himself in front of you and you never seemed to stop being… soft with him.

He couldn’t use actual words. Not unless he wanted to crack up and cry like a baby with you half naked and straddling him. Surely even you wouldn’t have the patience for that, he chastised himself. So instead he let out a quiet, ‘Hmm?’

‘I’ve always wanted to fuck a hot guy in a suit…’ your fingers toyed seductively with the lapels of his deep blue jacket, and you smirked at how it made him shift beneath you. ‘Wanna keep it on?’

Holland sucked in a shaky breath.

You knew he wasn’t ready to share that part of himself just yet, the part that couldn’t bear to take the ring off, who wanted you to see him when he finally showed you his body – not his past and his wife and his trauma – and you knew that if you stopped now, he might never be able to take this step. He needed it.

It was like you read his mind. And you still managed to make it sexy. God, you might just be his perfect match.

Holland bit his lip, and murmured, ‘I’ve always wanted to do that too.’

It wasn’t just the perfect distraction for him, it was also the truth. There was something exciting about the thought of you baring yourself to him while he was still fully dressed. It felt naughtier somehow. And safer. He felt safe with you.

You pulled his tie undone, placing it carefully to his chest, draped over him like a work of art, and as you stripped the last of your clothes from your body and dropped them to the floor, he impatiently unfastened his belt with a loud metallic clink and unbuttoned his fly, easing his cock out of the space he’d created.

You hummed delightedly as you immediately wrapped your fingers around his thick length, pumping slowly to relax him first, and his head fell back with a quiet, drawn out groan.

You’d done this before, of course, slipped your hand inside his trousers to bring him off while you desperately made out, and you thought he felt big, but Jesus… you never expected him to be quite so impressive. And you got the feeling he didn’t realise how big he was, which somehow only made him sexier.

‘I’m gonna ride you now, ok?’ you whispered, and Holland nodded and let out a vague noise of agreement, far too swept up in your touch to form a fully coherent sentence now.

When you slowly sunk down onto him, already well prepared from your earlier activities, his head shot back up and his fingers drove into the flesh of your bare hips as he cried out – a sound you’d only heard before when he’d been in pain. But this wasn’t pain, it was pleasure he’d forgotten.

‘Fuck, baby! Jesus! Oh… hmmnnngg…’

You’d not even moved your hips yet. You bit your lip. Holland was always very vocal, sometimes a little too vocal, but when he was like this? It was music to your ears.

You clenched around him, the sounds of his pleasure causing sparks of excitement in your core, and rocked your hips above him, holding his head to the crook of your neck, cradling him in your arms.

The fabric of his suit dragged against your flesh with a hint of burning as you moved, and at some point, his face ended up pressed to your chest, sloppily mouthing at a nipple as his fingers took care of the other, kneading and pinching in time with the way you bounced on him.

You looked down at him, this mess of a man, handsome beyond comprehension, beautiful mussed hair, and his body… as much as you’d daydreamed what he’d look like naked, he looked so goddamn good in a suit that this was undeniably better, even with a partially unbuttoned shirt, his tie hanging loose around his neck...

Little moans began to spill from your lips, his hips stuttered upwards; always one for ensuring your pleasure before his own, the sounds you were making drove him crazy despite the fact that you’d already cum three times tonight; once on his thigh, once on his fingers, and a final time on his tongue. Each time he wanted more, craved your moans and your satisfaction, and here you were finding it again, on his cock.

‘Baby… baby, I’m gonna… ugghhhnnn… oh fuck…’

Holland had never been one for holding off his orgasm. Once he started, he couldn’t stop, and boy did you know about it.

Your own climax was so close, the sight of him desperately writhing beneath you, jaw dropped open and eyes squeezed shut as he found his release tipped you over the edge.

The way you clenched so rapidly around his pulsing cock caused his back to arch, and he came so hard inside you, spilling and spilling for what seemed an eternity until there was no more room and the rest dribbled out onto his suit pants with the final few thrusts, combining with your slick that had coated his cock (and his pants) so generously.

You collapsed onto him, laughing, and he laughed too. You loved it when he laughed. He could never stop that once he started, either.

‘Fuck, baby, that felt so good?!’ he exclaimed with a heaving breath.

You climbed off and laid beside him, propping yourself up to consider the mess you’d made.

His suit pants were ruined, unless he had a really fucking good (and discreet) dry cleaner, and his softening cock lay twitching through the fly. You considered tucking him back in, but you weren’t sure it was worth it. You couldn’t leave him to sleep in that mess. He'd somehow managed to get some on his jacket too.

‘Shall we take these off?’ you asked carefully, tugging at the pocket of his trousers.

He smiled at you. ‘Yeah.’

‘I don’t mind you know,’ you whispered, as you shifted down and shimmied the bottom half of his clothes off.

He bent his neck, tilting his chin down to watch you, voice strained from the angle. ‘Don’t mind what?’

‘That you still wear it. Your wedding ring. We don’t have to talk about it. You don’t have to show me. It’s alright. You can keep your suit on forever if you need to, but I won’t judge you. Or mention it ever again.’

He dropped his head back, and with the subtle shaking coming from his ribcage, you knew he was crying again.

You disappeared for a moment only to return with a towel, wiping the copious amounts of his seed from his limp cock and thighs, and finally laid beside him again. He turned to you, really trying to sober before he spoke.

‘You know that was my first time in a really long time, right?’

‘I know.’

‘You felt so good.’ His voice cracked a little.

You didn’t answer. You knew the end of the sentence couldn’t be said out loud. You knew you’d feel different to his wife, and that it confused him that he liked it anyway. You knew somewhere deep down, no matter how good you’d made him feel, it was crippling him.

You slid an arm inside his suit jacket, around his waist, and made yourself comfortable, gazing into his pretty eyes.

‘You felt amazing too. And big! Jesus, Holland, I’m surprised you could fit.’

He smiled bashfully at you then, half asleep. ‘Yeah well you know what they said about guys with big dicks?’

You narrowed your eyes at him, unsure where this was going. Apparently, he was unsure too.

‘You know… they have… they have big… feet or whatever…’

And with that, he was fast asleep in your arms.

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jeyramarie · 4 years ago

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Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 5

summary: they can finally feel safe. hopefully this time, it lasts longer..

warning: cursing, angst, fluff, guns, shooting

w/c: 3,218

a/n: i really hope you guys like this one, i tried my best. it was a bit challenging but i think i did it😂. anyway, happy reading everyone 🦋

prologue~ part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4~

“That was your hubby, princess.” Adam said hanging up the phone as he watched Y/n be dragged back to the chair.

“You know what he said? He said that he was gonna give me anything I wanted.” he said his men tied her up again making her wince as the restraints got tighter.

“He’s looking for the chip as we speak… your little plan didn’t work, sweetie.” he whispered with a devilish smile leaning over her. She looked up at him and spit on his face making him growl and throw a punch at her nose. The hit made her head fly back abruptly making her cough immediately. He got angry and grabbed her jaw, making Y/n look at him in pain.

“Don’t mess with me, baby girl or I might keep you here.” he growled, burying his nails onto her skin, leaving a moon shape mark on her face. Adam turned around and made his way to the door as Y/n, again, tried to get out of the restraints.

“Fuck you!” she shouted as he walked out leaving her in an agonizing silence.

Tom was going crazy, waiting for all the information to be transferred from one thing to another. It had a lot of more things than what he had expected. So many details he had missed but didn’t really have time to look through. His wife was in serious danger, the last thing he wants to do is waste his time.

“Is it done, Haz?” he asked, walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room over and over again as he drank a bit of whiskey.

“Not yet, just a bit longer.”

“How much longer? I can’t wait too much Harrison. He has my wife, God knows what he’s doing to her.”

“I know that but you have to cooperate too. We can’t control how fast this goes.” Harrison said as he sat down next to William who was still looking at the computer. Tom took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen trying to find some kind of distraction.

After an hour, the files were finally transferred to Tom’s computer leaving the chip empty. William stood up and handed it to his boss giving him a triumphed smile.

“Thanks.” he mumbled, taking it from him, quickly grabbing his phone to call Adam. He picked it up immediately making Tom think that maybe he was waiting for his call.

“Do you have it, Tommy?”

“I do. Where do you wanna meet?”

“I’ll send you the pin.” and with that he hung up, not giving Tom a chance to say anything. He looked at the boys who were waiting for him to say something.

“He’s gonna send me the location.”

Things over at Adam’s weren’t exactly calm. As soon as he hung up with Tom, he marched into the room where Y/n was being held. One of his men walked towards listening to his directions to move her out. After a few whispers and finger pointing, Adam walked out and his men walked towards Y/n making her nervous.

“We’ll be taking a trip, princess.” the man growled looking at her body up and down with a disgusting smirk on his face. He pulled her up and dragged her outside where she finally saw sunlight. Y/n squinted her eyes and immediately started feeling dizzy, black and white dots clouding her vision.

“Get in.” the man said pushing her towards the car that was parked outside the house. She slowly got in to see another huge man already sitting there. Y/n sat in the middle, with her hands still tied and her mouth covered in duct tape. All she wanted was Tom. She didn’t know where she was going or what Adam was gonna do to her which made her anxious and imagined every possible bad scenario in her head. She pictured every possible way she could or couldn't escape. Which led to her imagining every injury she’d end up with if she tried. Out of nowhere, a bag was placed on her head making her mumble against the duct tape. ‘They don’t want me to see where we’re going.’ she thought as she slowly stopped moving head around.

Tom on the other hand was pacing back and forth. He walked outside, around the pool where he imagined Y/n swimming in, he went back inside, took a drink, looked outside, pictured Y/n again. He was going completely insane waiting for the pin location of where his wife was at. Harrison was talking a bit to him, trying to distract him when, finally, he received a text.

‘Get here or I drown her.’ *pinned location*

Harrison read it and ran outside to get the car as Tom looked for his hidden guns around the house. He was rummaging through the hidden spot when his phone dinged again. It was Adam.

‘Remember, come alone pretty boy.’ it read making Tom sigh on the spot.

“Ready boss?” William asked, walking inside with a duffel bag filled with guns. Tom scratched his eyebrow and looked up at him as he walked to the door.

“He wants me to go alone.”

“But boss-“

“But nothing. He has my wife. I’m going alone.” and with that yanked the duffel bag out of William’s hand and walked to the car. Tom drove away quickly not giving William time to go after him. Harrison walked out with two duffel bags becoming confused as he saw his friend looking outside at an empty driveway.

“Where’s Tom?”

“He left. Adam wanted him to go alone.” he muttered walking back inside running his hand through his hair.

Tom’s drive was pretty long, filled with anxiety and stressed. Adam just wanted his company back and he just wanted his wife back. The only problem was that neither of them really knew how far they were willing to go to get it. As he drove into the port’s warehouse, he saw his wife, standing next to the car with a bag on her head, her hands tied. One of Adam’s men had a gun to her head, making sure she wouldn't run away. Tom stopped the car and got out immediately walking around it.

“Where is it?” Adam shouted from the other side of the room making Tom stick his hand in his suit jacket and pulled out the chip, holding it up to show him. He then nods his head towards Y/n signalling his men to pull off the bag shower her with scared eyes and duct taped mouth. She saw her husband and immediately wanted to run to him which caused Adam to grab her arm tightly, pulling her back to him.

“Not so fast. How do I know everything is in there?”

“Why the fuck would I risk my wife’s life? Just please, give her to me.” Adam stayed quiet, thinking about whether he can trust Tom or not. He sniffled and turned his head to one of his men.

“Lewis, go get it.” he stated watching his men as he walked towards the mob boss, yanking the chip off his hand.

“Got it boss!” the man shouted as he turned around and made his way to Adam. He yanked Y/n’s arm again and pulled her hands towards him, quickly taking out his knife and cutting the ropes from her wrists. She rubbed them trying to relieve the pain as Adam took off duct tape.

“Go.” he growled and pushed her shoulder towards her husband. Y/n her wrapped her arms around herself feeling scared of what can happen. She started walking fast, then when she was half way through she started jogging which resulted in a run. Tom took a few steps forward, opening his arms to receive his wife. Their bodies finally crashed together, wrapping their arms around each other.

“Oh my god, baby. Finally.” he cried into her neck taking in her scent. Y/n just cried and cried feelin an immense level of safety when she felt Tom again.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?” he asked, grabbing her face and inspecting her whole body. All she did was cry making him pull her to his chest and kiss her forehead.

“You’re safe, darling. I’m here.” Tom turned them around and sat her in the car. Suddenly, a shot rang equoing all over the room making Y/n shout. He ducked and looked at his wife.

“Stay down, alright?” she quickly nodded feeling scared all over again. He closed the door and rounded the car to seek cover. Y/n was hiding when she saw the duffle bag quickly opening it to find rifles and subfusiles. She quickly grabbed one and lowered the window pointing the gun at Adam and his men. She wanted to shoot the wheels of the cars so they wouldn't be able to get away. As she prepared to start shooting, a car came swirling inside revealing Harrison and William. They got out along with 5 other men who were actually Tom’s employees. The men started shooting at Adam’s side quickly, not giving them enough time to take cover. Which resulted in a few dead bodies hitting the group. William and Harrison quickly ran back and got down next to their boss.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?”

“We found the location, thought you’d be needing backup.” William said and turned to shoot over the hood of the car. Y/n hooked up the gun inside the car and lowered the window a bit, quickly pointing the gun at the wheels. The perfect moment came around as Tom, Harrison and William were shooting at Adam and his men. She shot her gun and heard the ‘tsss’ of the air leaving the wheel making the car lean to one way. Y/n shot 4 more times, deflating the rest of the wheels.

“Baby?” she heard from behind her and turned to meet Tom who was smirking.

“Did you just do that?” he chuckled, making her smile and nod.

“Keep doing that.” When he closed the door again a wave of bullets hit their cars, breaking every window.

“Tom!” she shouted making sure he was okay.

“I’m okay, baby!”

“We have to get closer!” Harrison shouted over the gun shots that were being thrown across the room.

“I have an idea!” Y/n shouted, making the three men look up at her.

Adam was shooting crazily at the other side, definitely not caring who got hit or not. He just kept shouting at his men to kill Y/n and Tom. They shot for a bit, realizing that Tom’s side stopped shooting too. Of course, Adam being Adam he thought he had won.

“You tired Tommy? You’re giving up?” he shouted as he stood up looking at the other side of the room along with his men that started walking over there to check what was going on. He started laughing, feeling the victory course through his veins when he felt a cold metal on his head.

“Put the fucking gun down.” Y/n said strongly as she pressed the barrel of her gun hardest against him. He turned around slowly with both his hands up while nodding and extended his hand with the gun so William would grab it.

“You sure you know how to use that big boy gun?” he asked jokingly, making her clench her jaw.

“You want me to shoot you and find out?” his smile quickly disappeared being replaced with a fearful expression.

“Call off your dogs.” Tom said, pointing his gun at one of Adam’s men that was standing behind him on the other side of the car also pointing a gun at him.

“And why would I do that?”

“We have you surrounded, Adam. Call them off.” Harrison said pointing his gun at another man that was close by. He stayed silent, looking around at everyone. His face fell, looking at the ground as he held his hand up and closed it into a fist. That signalled his men to put down every weapon they had in hand placing them on the ground. Tom’s men went closer to them and made them kneel on the ground with hands behind their heads.

“Call the police.” Y/n said looking into Adam’s eyes, still pointing the hun at his head.

“What? Babe, why would we-“

“Call them!” she shouted angrily interrupting her husband who turned to Harrison signaling him to start calling.

“Tie them up.” she muttered and surprisingly every one of her employees heard and made their way towards her. They tied them up with their hands behind them and covered their mouth with duct tape.

“The police are on their way.” Harrison said to Y/n making her nod a bit.

“Baby, we have to go.” Tom said softly not wanting her to snap at him for no reason.

“I was thinking about shooting you.. but instead I want you to die a slow and painful death. Alone. Trapped in four walls, not being able to get out. I want you to feel like everything was ripped away from you…” she said to Adam and with that she lowered the gun, quickly turning around as she wiped off a tear running down her cheek. She walked to Tom who had his arm out, wrapping it around her shoulders. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and kept it there for a while.

“Let’s go home.” he said and opened the car door for him to climb inside. Harrison started to drive being followed by the other car filled with the rest of Tom’s employees who came to help. Y/n had her head on Tom’s shoulder and he rubbed her arm softly, bringing her a feeling of comfort. She fell asleep on the way there making Tom carry her all the way to their bedroom. He covered her with the blanket and kissed her forehead. Then moved to sit down on a couch that was in the room, in case she woke up. He didn’t want her to feel alone and he wanted to monitor her sleep. In case she had nightmares or something.

He was in the middle of reading a book he found when someone knocked softly on the door. Tom looked up, putting the book down quickly, walking to Y/n for a bit. To see if she was breathing and calm. He walked towards the door and opened it to see William.

“What’s wrong?”

“Harrison wanted to talk to you. Something about the shipments coming in.” William said in a low voice, to not wake up Y/n.

“I can’t right now. Tell him to handle it.” he nodded and turned around going back downstairs as Tom closed the door. He turned and saw that Y/n was starting to stir away. Stretching her body as she felt the soft satin sheets under her skin. Finally, not feeling any ache or fear as she opened her eyes to see her husband making her smile.

“Hello, love.” he whispered, kneeling on her side of the bed as she laid on her sauce to look at him.

“Hi.” she whispered back with a small smile.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, running his fingers through her hair.

“I’m still a bit tired… but also dirty. I wanna take a shower or a bath.” she muttered as her eyes fluttered.

“I can get it ready for you..”

“Will you get in with me?” she whispered, making him smile and nod.

“Of course, honey.” he whispered back, standing up and going to the bathroom to run the warm water. Tom moved to the bathroom and ran the water, putting some bath salts and bubbles. He lit some candles of her favorite scent and walked back into the bedroom to see his wife sitting up against the headboard looking out the window at the backyard.

“Darling. It’s all done.” he said softly and walked to her, putting his arm under her knees to carry her. Tom sat her down on the toilet and started taking off her clothes to reveal all the bruises she had. He stayed quiet not wanting to make her feel bad.

“I know they’re bad… but I don’t wanna t-talk about it right now.” Y/n whispered clutching the left side of her abdomen that gave her pain every time she tried to sit up straight.

“It’s okay, darling. Just tell me whenever you’re ready, okay? No pressure.” she nodded and stood up slowly, with his help, getting into the bathtub. She stayed there hugging her legs for a few while Tom took off his clothes. When the water moved abruptly, she knew her husband was getting in behind her. His legs appeared next to her signaling her that it was finally okay to lean back onto his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her making her let out a breath of relief. Feeling safe after spending some days being tortured. The bathroom spelt like flower fields, giving her vivid memories of their wedding day.

“Do you want me to help you wash your hair?” Tom whispered, making her smile.

“Please.” she muttered and slowly sat up again departing from Tom’s chest. He sat up grabbing the shampoo bottle from behind him, putting a reasonable amount on his palm. He carefully started spreading it around her head, then moved to detached the shower head to pour some water on her. Tom scrubbed her scalp which made her moan in delight. Finally getting the comfort she had sought for days. He continued for a few more minutes and rinsed it out, then moved to the conditioner to repeat the whole process again.

“Thank you for doing this.” she muttered hugging her knees tighter, pulling them closer to her chest.

“You don’t have to thank me, love.” he whispered and leaned forward to give her a small kiss on her shoulder. Tom finished distributing the conditioner he leaned to the side and grabbed her wide tooth comb.

“I’m gonna detangle it now. Sorry if I pull too hard.”

“It’s okay, baby. Thank you.” Y/n muttered putting her cheek on her knee and closing her eyes. Trying to take in the floral scent and the touch of Tom’s calloused hands.

They stayed there till the water turned cold making her shiver. He got out first, to dry himself and then moved to bend down, carrying her out. A warm towel was wrapped around her making her sigh in delight. Tom helped her into her soft pajamas and into the bed, then getting into it himself with only his soft gray sweatpants. He pulled her into his chest immediately, finding immediate comfort. Y/n’s head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat over and over as his hands ran softly up and down her arm. Tom didn’t ask any questions cause he knew she was gonna tell him when she felt comfortable. So he let her sleep. Leaving him alone with his thoughts. Knowing Adam was out away, he felt as if a thousand pounds were lifted off of his shoulders. Now he can relax and be happy with his wife, right?

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wiidvw · 1 year ago

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NEW FANFIC IDEA!

black ! rockstar/stevie nicks type reader x holland march OR sebastian wilder

#i saw stevie nicks yesterday and got this idea #ryan gosling #holland march #sebastian wilder #ryan gosling x black!reader #black!reader

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raziroo · 4 years ago

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2. Demon Child (Pt. I) - Remus Lupin

Pairing : Remus Lupin x Reader

Genre : Angst, teeny weeny fluff.

Warnings : Abusive home conditions, mentions of death, graphic descriptions of death.

Word Count : 4,581

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Seven months. Seven months I'd spent with him, and had fallen in love with him, rather unfortunately, might I add. Because even though I knew I loved him ever since the kiss, it was an even more surreal feeling, knowing that finally, finally I was in love. Finally I had become capable to feel humane emotions in appropriate proportions after a long, numb seven years.

But then she came back. Crystal Hollander came back, and ruined everything that was good in my life, just like she had in my sixth year.

.....

The Death Eater attack was unexpected and out of the blue; therefore the deaths and injuries were in such great proportions.

Sadly, painfully, torturously, Cynthia had also perished in the attack, simply due to Crystal being her usual dumb self. The girl, in all her blonde hair and knife-like nailed glory, had been thick enough to not keep her eyes on the Death Eater she and three other witches were duelling, Cynthia included.

The Death Eater took advantage of the split-second distraction, obviously, and so Cynthia jumped in front of Crystal, shielding the latter, and getting hit by the curse instead. It hadn't been the Killing Curse, however; the Death Eater had used a curse that melted your insides.

And I, along with all the other horrified spectators, could do nothing but watch as my friend screamed and cried and groaned, all noises of pure and utter agony. Her body was disintegrating in such a grotesque fashion, you wouldn't be able to fathom what I saw unless you saw it too.

Finally, her body fully vanished, no trace of her left, and the Death Eater who had attacked her let out a laugh. Unmasking himself, I saw a face I certainly wouldn't have expected to see in a million years. Cynthia's father, Magnus Fawley, the man who was supposed to be dead.

And as the moments passed, I continued staring at the hysteric man, my blood boiling, my eyes seeing red. Before I, or anyone, for that matter, could do anything, the Death Eaters had all apparated away.

Cynthia hadn't been built a memoir like all the other deceased witches and wizards, even with eyewitnesses. The ministry simply wasn't ready to believe that Cynthia was innocent and hadn't let her father and company into Hogwarts, that she was the victim.

There hasn't been a grave made for her either; what would they even bury? Every fiber of my friend's being had been cursed out of existence, and the Ministry couldn't even give her a memoir. I had been furious, livid, to say the least, and was ready to kill.

My mood had again shifted to that ferocious animal that didn't let anyone close, didn't break down her walls for anyone; the type of person that people would want to keep away from. My entire seventh year had been spent fighting for my friend's grave; I hadn't even cared if I didn't pass my N.E.W.T.s, I just wanted a memoir for my friend, justice for her, proof, that Cynthia Rosamond Fawley, a pure blood Slytherin, was innocent, that she wasn't involved in the Death Eater attack. Of course, except the eyewitnesses, no one was ready to believe me. Even some of the eyewitnesses had turned away, not wanting to be declared as 'crazy' in the Daily Prophet, as I had been.

However, by the end of 1978, I had realized that there was no way in heaven or hell that these dumb wizards and witches would be accepting of my friend's innocence. That didn't mean that I stopped fighting, I did, just a lot more quietly.

On a pleasant day of March of 1979, I'd been sitting in this coffee shop near the end of Diagon Alley, researching a book called "Lethal Jinxes and Curses - 101 Ways to Get Away with Murder Without Using an Unforgivable".

Me reading the book could be suspicious to some, as the aura I radiated suited the book's genre and title; I, however, had no lethal intentions, I just wanted to research what the inside-melting curse was called. I obviously recognised the curse because I'd read about it somewhere, I'd just forgotten it's name. Hence the book.

I was more than a bit startled, then, when somebody chose to sit in the seat opposite me, in the most secluded corner of the little cafe. Not looking up, I droned, "Whichever painfully idiotic moron has decided to sit opposite me, please leave." The person made no move. "Now."

"Why do you want me to leave?" questioned a mildly familiar voice. Finally removing my eyes off of the text, I was shocked to see a lanky, sand-haired, scar-faced, secret-keeping Gryffindor before me - Remus Lupin.

Raising an eyebrow, I leaned back in my chair, staring right into the boy's green-blue eyes. He kept my gaze for a long period of time, before ultimately adressing the elephant in the room, my gaze still unwavering. "Why are you here, Gryffindor?"

He immediately responded. "Does there have to be a reason? I just wanted to sit here."

"Here? In front of the crazy Slytherin who's dumbly defending her guilty pureblood friend? You shouldn't. After all, you and the... Marauders have quite a reputation to uphold, don't you think? Gryffindor's Golden students?" I asked, in a heavily mocking tone.

He didn't seem fazed. "We don't think you're dumb."

I had almost responded in a biting retort, when I realized what the man said. "'We'? Who's 'we'?"

He slipped up. It was clear in his expression. "The Marauders," he said, so smoothly I would almost have been convinced. Almost. "Don't lie to me, Gryffindor."

"Why do yo-?"

"Look Gryffindor, when you've gone through the amount of lying that I've done, you can catch a liar from a mile away. Also, you're a pretty bad liar, in comparison to your other buddies." I jumped my eyebrows.

The man opened his mouth to speak several times, closing it always, striking resemblance to a fish. He looked down at his lap, finally breaking the gaze. My eyes, however, were still set on him.

"By 'we', I meant the Order of the Phoenix," he said the last part quietly.

"Order of the Phoenix? What's that?" I asked, leaning forward and resting my palms on the table, actually interested.

"It's... The reason I'm here," he said, looking up. "Your friend... Cynthia, right?"

"Right."

"A couple of my friends were present there, they're eyewitnesses. They saw whatever... And well, I'm sorry for your lo-"

"Don't apologise, Lupin, just get on with what you have to say. I don't have the whole day, you know," I said, exasperated and curious.

"The Order was impressed by your determination to prove Cynthia innocent and get a memoir built for her, even when the Ministry has declared you 'deranged'. Even your duelling skills are pretty good... And with all the reading you do," he motioned to the book with his eyes, "I- the Order thinks that you'd make a good member."

"Hm. And what exactly does the Order do?" I had to say, I would certainly appreciate if I was accepted in this Order thing. Just... I needed to know what work they did.

"We're a secret rebellion against Voldemort. We-"

"No."

Lupin looked surprised. "Pardon?"

"I said no, Gryffindor," my tone was sharp and cutting.

"OK, at least think about your decis-"

"No, Gryffindor. Thank you," and with that, I got up and stormed out. I couldn't possibly agree to that. Those people would only end up getting hurt.

•••••

My dream, or rather, nightmare, hadn't been a pleasant one.

I was standing on... Something, I couldn't make out what. Why? Because even though I was able to see my body, my hands clearly, my surroundings were so very dark. The inky blackness extended to as far as my eyes would go, and it was scary.

Wanting answers, I treaded forward with caution, my hands held out in front of me so as to be able to make out if there were walls surrounding me. I walked left for about a minute, no walls. Right for the same time period, nothing there as well. I went as far as I possibly could without beginning to hyperventilate.

Somehow, I had managed to slip, and was now falling at a great speed. My arms and legs were extended out above me, my torso falling as if it carried weight. I tried moving, flailing my arms or something, but it was as if I was paralyzed.

Finally, after a terrifyingly long period of falling into an abyss of ebony, my body landed. In... a dining hall, it seemed like? The place had an ominous vibe to it, a sinister vibe. I instantly knew there was danger lurking here; the aura the place radiated was enough to tell me that. There was a long dining table in the centre of the room, chairs lining both it's sides, with one chair at the head of the table.

Just as I was about to take a step forward to investigate, I heard a whisper-y voice, one that gave me goosebumps. Being it soft, the voice was still blood-curdling; I knew the owner of the voice wasn't one to be messed with.

"Welcome, brother," the voice said. And suddenly, my mind went blank. I think my mouth was open, and I was speaking, but I couldn't make out what I was saying. It was as if I had retarded to a subconscious state, while my body was being controlled by another.

Just as I heard a booming laugh, my eyes snapped open, and I found my vision focusing on the ceiling of my room.

•••••

Over the past couple weeks, I had been constantly having such nightmares, and I was losing sleep. My body was restless at night, and throughout the day my mind was occupied with thoughts of the voice, and how after a greeting to 'brother', my mind routinely blacked out, until the very last moment.

My boss had already threatened to fire me, and I certainly wasn't keen on losing my job; I had an apartment to pay for. My anxiety levels had increased by an unhealthy amount, and that was the precise reason I was currently waiting to speak with the receptionist of St. Mungo's.

I had been waiting in the line for about 10 minutes, and I was, as recent usuality, was contemplating my dreams. That voice, it had seemed recognisable, like I'd heard it before, but I just couldn't remember where; the name was always on my tongue, but due to some reason or the other, I was always interrupted.

The most recent time was when-

BANG!

An explosion rang out throughout the hospital's first floor, the floor directly above us. A large chunk of the floor fell down, crushing a couple people underneath, as dust and gravel rose up, making me and other witches and wizards cough. I snatched out my wand from its holster, ready to take on any threats that approached.

I had been right in doing so, because not a moment later a hoard of Death Eaters stormed the hospital; the patients all ran around screaming and shielding their children, apparating away, while the healers and nurses scampered around summoning aurors and trying to control the mess. A group of Death Eaters attacked the group of people I was standing with, so without a second thought, I threw a spell at them. And then it began, a duel, a series of harmful and offensive spells, beams and flashes of light, and a lot of swearing and cursing on my part.

After, what I assume were, a couple minutes, aurors and Ministry officials flooded the place, and the Death Eaters were getting overpowered. However, I soon spotted a familiar face; a couple of them, actually. Remus Lupin and James Potter, duelling against Magnus Fawley and Rabastan LeStrange.

LeStrange soon caught my eye, and nudged his partner-in-crime. As the Death Eaters' attention shifted to me, so did the Gryffindors'. The Vipers approached me, and before they even got a chance of coming close, I fired. Now, look, I had no doubt that the Gryffindors weren't good duellers, they were pretty good; it was just the Death Eaters I was worried about, the spells they knew. Because even if they were good, the Gryffindors had no idea of what appalling spells the Dark Lord taught his followers.

The three of us Slytherins were now caught in a frenzy of curses and jinxes, the Gryffindors had been caught up in fighting a few other mask-bearers, a couple of their companions had joined in as well.

"You know that I won't hesitate to kill you, right?" Magnus jeered at me, our wands still moving.

"Oh, I have no doubt. After all, you killed your own daughter, Magnus Fawley, you absolute bastard," I retorted, more than a little out of breath.

He scowled. "It was for the Greater Good, child! It is all for the Greater Good!" he exclaimed. "Join our ranks, and you will get all that you deserve, but don't have! Your power will be put to correct use!"

I stayed silent for a couple moments, actually considering the idea. LeStrange and Fawley looked hopeful. "Not in a million years, you bloody-" I then proceeded to put to use my extremely colorful vocabulary.

He sneered, and the intensity of his spells increased.

I was running out of energy, and I may even have escaped, for there were other people coming forth to involve themselves in the vicious duel, but a spell hit me on the back of my head, and my senses went blank.

•••••

I hated Voldemort. That noseless git was incredibly infuriating, but also extremely powerful; his aura exuded power. I hated being held hostage in the Malfoy Manor, and have various Death Eaters mock me.

But the true shock came when Voldemort himself came to visit me in my cell, and he said two words that I would've never imagined would be said by him. "Welcome, brother, " the Dark Lord greeted in his raspy, breathy voice, and I screamed. Screamed because I was experiencing unbearable pain in my head and chest; I writhed and thrashed in hopes to escape the binds of the chains that held me in the cell.

Some time later, I don't know how much later, as I'd been busy screaming my insides out, the pain finally stopped. Looking up, I met eyes with the Dark Lord himself. He looked down at me.

"hm. Are you aware of the fact, that a spirit lies within you?" Way to be straightforward.

"Like... Ghosts? "I was honestly baffled.

"No, an ancient form of magic, which I'm positive you aren't familiar with. This particular form of magic is especially difficult to carry out; after all, transferring a dead spirit to a living human's body is an exceptional instance."

"So... Ghosts, basically."

"No! Foolish child... It is my brother, my deceased brother, who has taken home within your body. That is the precise reason you have been experiencing...nightmares, over the past few weeks. I prefer to call them visions-"

"I don't care what you prefer. And... Did you even have a brother, Tom? "

His eyes grew a startling scarlet, expression still stoic. "Do not call me that. And yes, I did have a brother. One who was killed by Dumbledore at an early age... Of 16. Dumbledore was afraid of what would happen if me and my brother succeeded in doing what we planned to, so he killed him... "

I was so not ready for that.

I had honestly forgotten the number of times Voldemort had come to my cell to talk to his brother, and how many times I had wanted to die instead of bear that pain. I was sure that I was already on the verge of insanity; the affliction was so bad, I couldn't even utter a single word.

I so desperately wanted to tell someone about what was happening; if Voldemort found some way to resurrect his brother, the wizarding war would be already lost. One Voldemort was enough, we didn't need two.

The free time also gave me a lot of pondering to do; I now understood my father's nickname for me, I knew that I needed to join The Order. If not that, I had to at least talk to Dumbledore, or even Lupin. This... Soul(?) that was in me, and the pain it gave me, I felt like I was in a muggle horror movie; I was as good as possessed by a demonic spirit.

And as if the pain Voldemort's conversation with his brother gave me wasn't bad enough, there were his psycho Death Eaters, who were hell bent on making me pay for all the humiliation some of them had to suffer because of me. What can I say, I was pretty savage.

Then there was Bellatrix, who was another case altogether; she seemed attracted to me. And maybe, maybe, I was overthinking, but the sexual tension between the both of us was palpable, it could literally be cut with a knife. She came close to my face often, licked her lips, seductively, and had ran her eyes over my body Merlin knows how many times. And I'd have to be lying to say that I didn't find her at least a bit attractive as well. However insane and cruel and psychotic might she be, I couldn't possibly say that she wasn't easy on the eyes.

All in all, only Salazar could help me out of this situation.

•••••

I had been asleep in an excruciatingly uncomfortable position on the floor of the cell, when I woke up to violent noises and shouts of people. I was certain that the voices were coming from the floor above me. I had only begun to actually process the situation in my half-asleep form when a hiss of "Greetings, brother," rang out in my ears, triggering the immense agony and torment that I so hated. I didn't really recall when I started sobbing, or when the headache actually went away, because now there was pain throughout my entire body. It was probably the Cruciatus curse; that wasn't the surprising thing though. It was the fact that this pain was just as bad as the headache, and considering all the other torture sessions that I'd previously had, this wasn't Lucy, or even Fawley. This was Bellatrix.

Well, I guess she wasn't that attracted to me after all.

I could fairly hear a deranged-sounding laughter; that was Bellatrix. After a couple seconds, I also made out a shrill scream; that was Bellatrix as well.

The same time as she screamed, my agony stopped as well. I could honestly kiss whoever hurt that bitc- sorry, malicious... she-git.

However, my pain hadn't really... Reduced, like it did after Voldemort's conversations ended; after he was done, there was only this sharp throbbing behind my right ear, I had gotten used to it. This aching, this soreness that I felt was the tormenting aftereffect of an even more tormenting torture session that I had just encountered. I was still gasping for breath, and even that caused me so much pain, I let out a few shouts in between.

I was aware of the fact that the Cruciatus curse didn't have aftereffects this bad, even Bella's didn't. This pain I felt was because unlike normal, two people were feeling it; not only my conscious form, even my subconscious mind was also feeling the pain. I was feeling the pain, and so was Voldemort's brother.

I could see a few people above me... a couple of redheads, a black-haired person, and a sandy-haired one. The Gryffindor and his friends. They cast a couple spells on me, and my pain reduced by a considerable amount. I was able to breathe properly, at least. Thank Merlin.

My eyes closed, I managed to let out a breathy word. "Dumbledore."

"Dumble-? Why would you-? Di- did something happen?" I couldn't really make out who it was; my ears were still ringing.

"It's not what happened, Gryffindor," I let out a breath and opened my eyes. "It's what will happen if you don't take me to him."

"My wand," I said, as we walked through the homely-looking corridor of The Order's headquarters. I stopped, turning to Lupin, who had his hand around me in an awkward attempt to help me walk. And it did help me walk, it was just that the situation was slightly awkward; we were as good as enemies at Hogwarts.

He looked back at me, before glancing to his redhead friend, Fabian, I think. I wasn't sure though, even when he pulled out my wand from his coat pocket. His twin and him looked too similar for me to Ba able to differentiate.

"Thank you," I said, taking my wand back; I felt slightly better and in control as soon as it came in my grip.

About a minute later, we were at a mahogany door, on which one of the twins knocked. "Come in," said a muffled voice from inside. When the door was opened, I came across a sight which was - I had to admit - slightly intimidating. Around a long table, seated were many familiar people. Moody, McKinnon, the Longbottoms, Potter and Evans, Pettigrew, Shacklebolt, and a few of the Hogwarts professors, Dumbledore among them, sat at the head of the table. I raised an eyebrow, as all eyes turned to us.

Most of the eyes held suspicion; I was a Slytherin, after all.

"Yes?" Dumbledore asked in his ever-so-gentle voice.

"Profe-" Black began, but I cut him off.

"I need to talk to you, Professor."

"Well, you can do it here as well, miss," he said, motioning around to the group of people. "I trust each of them with my life."

"I would appreciate it if it was only between both of us, professor. You trust them, I don't." I ran my eyes over the table, landing them back at Dumbledore.

"Well then, follow me."

•••••

After the conversation with Dumbledore, I had been kept in a room in the Order's headquarters, so that I could heal. Each day, I got food, clothes, and was nursed back to health.

I was grateful, but that didn't stop me from escaping the cottage. I felt so out of place, and if i added the looks I got on top of that, well, Merlin save me. My guilt complex had come into unwanted use; I had no reason to feel guilty, but yet I did. So, unlike I should have, I escaped the order's HQ while the members were in missions, and Molly was busy taking care of Bill. But not without a 'thank you' note though.

•••••

I had been sitting in my spot in the coffee shop, reading "Potions and Poisons: Revised Edition" when a familiar face took the seat opposite me.

"What is it, Gryffindor?"

"How do you know it's me?" I could practically hear the raised brow in his voice.

"Because all the other people in this cafe are scared of me," I said, my tone indifferent.

"And... That doesn't bother you?"

"When I was eleven, it did. Now I'm comfortable with it."

"What...?"

I finally looked up, coming face-to-face with a befuddled Lupin. "People have always stayed away from me. I don't even remember how much I've cried because of that. But now it's my safe place, being alone," I shrugged. Lupin looked troubled. "Look Gryffindor, you think it's strange because you were never really lonely. I always was, so it's comfortable for me. I don't really know how to stay in parties or stuff. It's human nature; getting used to how you live."

"But... You did have a friend."

"Who's dead now, courtesy of her father," I said nonchalantly. "Anyways, Gryffindor, what's you here for?"

"I- uh, nothing, really... I guess... I wanted to talk to you...?" he looked nervous. I studies his face for a moment more, and then chuckled. He looked surprised. "What's funny?"

"You, Gryffindor. You didn't know why you came to me? And talking to me was questionable? That's offending."

"I- no! No, no, I wasn't-" I burst out laughing. The poor Gryffindor looked so troubled.

"Relax, Lupin. I was being sarcastic."

•••••

It was now November of 1979, and it was unbelievable how close I had gotten to Lupin. We would often meet in the cafe, or sometimes in the old library in Hogsmeade, or even in the outskirts of the forest of the Shrieking Shack.

And as much as it felt weird and strange and unlike me to say so, I had begun having feelings towards the man. He was polite, sassy, sarcastic, bookish, and so much more. He was so like me, yet so different. And I knew by what Dumbledore had said, we would both end up getting hurt in the end, if something ever happened. I often got the hint that my feelings were reciprocated, but I felt foolish each time I thought so. This was Remus Lupin we were talking about, Gryffindor prefect, studious pupil, fun and popular student, part of the Marauders, friends with James Potter and Sirius Black. Why would he be attracted to me, a loner, resented by purebloods, Hufflepuffs were scared of me, and Gryffindors loathed me simply because I was a Slytherin. And even if he did, it would never work out, not in a million years. With Voldemort part two's soul in me, I was basically satanically possessed.

So when I got the news that the Gryffindor and his friends had been maimed while on a mission, as the headlines screamed, I was worried out of my mind. I had literally apparated to St. Mungo's while I was on the five minute break of my muggle job.

"Um, where is the Gryff- sorry, uh, Mr. Remus Lupin's ward? He'll be with Sirius Black and James Potter, probably Lily Evans as well," I blurted to the St. Mungo's receptionist. She looked a bit startled, but helped me out nonetheless. "Room 308."

"Thanks a lot," I said, then rushed up to the third floor. I then took a couple of deep breathes, trying to calm myself down. Once that was done, I proceeded to stride to room no. 308, and as I opened the door, my eye instantly caught the warm light green ones of Lupin. I let out a breath, relief flooding me, as my eyes scanned his body, stood behind Potter, who was talking to Black, who lay on the bed.

"Wh- what are you doin-" I cut him off, however, as I went forward, and without a second thought, cupped my hands around the man's face, and kissed him. He didn't move his lips for the first second, which filled me with dread, but then he melted into the kiss as well, placing his hands on my waist. Separating for breath, I chuckled at the man's expression, then hugged the life out of him. He hugged me back.

Pulling back, I bit my lip. "I like you, Gryffindor, if that wasn't clear until now," I blurted out, a slight smile on my face.

He laughed. "The feelings are mutual," he said, blushing. I looked around the room, chuckling as well. When my eyes met the surprises faces of Evans, Black, and Potter, I just shrugged. "What?"

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