#singer rpf

[hes-the-muse]

Muse - Brandon Boyd

💚👽B.B👽💚

Untitled

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Encontrar tu media naranja

♥ pairing: lando norris x latina!fem!singer!reader

♥ synopsis: during one of your concerts a fan threw their phone up on stage. after you finished recording a video, you tried tossing it back to them and ended up accidentally hitting a world famous f1 driver in the face

♥ smau - none of the pictures are mine - face claim: alexa demie

♥ warnings: swearing, blood, accidental violence lol !!!

♥ a/n: if I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fanfic about finding love by getting hit in the face with object I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice. + ignore spelling errors in my Spanish please some of it autocorrected lol

♥ masterlist

You turned your back towards the crowd as people cheered. You raised the phone in your hand up high to get as many people in the video as possible. After you ended the recording, you clicked the phone off and tried tossing it back to the original fan that threw it on stage.

There was an audible gasp from the crowd around the barricades as the phone hit a man's face. You covered your gaping mouth with your hand as you realized what you'd just done.

Your jaw was still dropped as you tried to speak.

"¿Estás bien?" you questioned.

(are you okay?)

You panicked internally as you tried to think of what to do.

"Can we get him some help?" you said, turning your gaze towards a few security guards.

"Todo el mundo por favor retroceda."

(everyone please stand back)

Security walked the man and his party out of the stadium rendering you absolutely speechless.

"Uhm," you said into the mic. "Did you get your phone back?" you asked the initial fan with an embarrassed expression.

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landonorris aftermath

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yourusername IM SO SORRY I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OK

user6 HOW HARD DID SHE THROW THAT PHONE 😭😭😭

user9 miss girl can THROWWW

user1 y/n l/n baseball career when?

user7 girl needs to be pitching for the red sox, fuck 😭

user5 I feel so bad for laughing so hard

user10 the piss poor bandages on his nose-

user4 why is there so much blood holy shit

user12 didn't know Lando was a fan of her

user14 pretty sure Carlos dragged him to her concert lol

user2 not his friends laughing at him 💀

user18 someone drop the video

user16 is he okay?!?!

user17 meet cute 😍

user1 WHY IS THIS IS SO FUNNY

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yourusername safe to say he forgave me

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user7 STUNNER

user1 you can throw a phone at my face any time 🤷‍♀️

user6 LANDO NOWINS NO MORE

user9 I will never get over this 😭

user18 it was just an inchident

user16 wait she wasn't wearing that while she was there??

user19 pretty sure that was a pic of her at whatever after parties they went to lol

user14 Florida nights are cold as fuck

user4 do you think Carlos is jealous of all the attention Lando is getting from her

user2 the poly fics write themselves

user10 oh my god YESSS!!!

user50 why does f1 invite celebrities that know nothing about the sport???

user12 not her wearing landos merch

user3 im sure he made her wear it lmaoo

user5 LANDO'S FIRST WIN

user17 P1 LETS FUCKING GO

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-A Few Months Later-

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yourusername @ landonorris

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carlossainz55 and this was the same guy who was complaining about going to her concert a few months ago

landonorris if I remember correctly that concert ended pretty badly for me

user12 you got a girlfriend out of it I’d call that a win

user40 @/user12 they're not dating ???

user10 find someone who smiles at you the way they smile at each other

user9 they’re so cute

user3 don’t be shy drop the picture(s) he took of her

user7 I need him I fear

user8 📱👃

user1 hes so cute

user13 just date already

user15 you're so pretty

user17 I will literally never forget her breaking his nose lmaooo

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yourusername my new single "encontrar tu media naranja" is out now 🧡

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user8 ok but why does the guy in the music video look like lando...

user7 oh my god

user13 I see the vision

user9 YOURE ONTO SOMETHING

user1 Kali Uchis collab when?

user12 literally begging for a song with her, kali, and peso pluma

user3 orange sodas >>>

user24 📱👃

user11 this song is so good 🧡

user18 who's the guy in the mv???

user19 shes gorgeous

user17 I love her

user25 wait this is the singer that broke lando's nose

user5 🧡🧡🧡

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yourusername encontré a mi otra mitad

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landonorris te amo querida 🧡

yourusername 🧡

user5 bro's adorable

user2 encontrar tu media naranja? more like econtrar tu media papaya

user1 that's an interesting angle

user9 Lando still doesn't know how to make a heart with his hands lmao 😭

user7 I FUCKING KNEW IT !!!

user11 YESSS

user14 and now they're married with five kids

user18 mom and dad

carlossainz55 formally known as lando "who's y/n?"Norris

landonorris ive grown since then

user12 fuck Romeo and Juliet I want what they have

user6 so the song WAS about lando

user8 and it all started with a phone 📱

user10 I'm tearing up

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“I don't even like the Beatles but everything ive heard about them is crazy”

[hes-the-muse]

Author's note: This is a reblog of my old fics to @hes-the-muse from when I didn't have my writing blogs figured out and when I first started writing. I might be reposting my own fics to @hes-the-muse from @thexhostess.

Untitled - Part 1

Brandon Boyd X Reader

Words: 1,249

Rating: ☑☐☐ = fluffy

Tags: @olyvoyl @fineanddandy

The Incubus show was about to start in two hours but you have no ticket. Your thoughts are screaming, you won’t get in. You’ve arrived alone, and your only hope is to find a person with spares, or a scalper as a last resort. A guy is hanging around near the entrance to the venue and you approach him. He’s trying to re-sell for tonight so you decide to chance it. You begin enquiring and he starts to explain that he already sold to one other person, but no one else wants to buy from him, yet swears he’s legit. He’s nervously going round in circles. His repetition tells you this is a bad idea and you decide to leave it.

You walk out into the open plaza in front of the venue and look for anyone who might look like they are advertising selling spares. A couple of women say they are, and you specify you need a standing ticket. Almost relieved you ask to pay right then and there but the woman tells you there’s a que. You look around and there are about seven people waiting to purchase from her. You’ve also just missed the other seller’s ticket, as she calls across saying she has none for tonight’s show. So now because of your lack of focus, you’ve probably missed out on all the unclaimed tickets. Disbelieving you messed up this badly, it takes a while but you begin to accept your shortcomings and that there’s no way you will be going to the show.

Deciding to hang around until the end of the show anyway, you opt for dinner alone at one of the places nearby. Might as well and make the most of the evening here, then perhaps if you feel up to it, you can wait by the tour buses for a chance to meet Brandon as he is nice enough to wait up and take photos with fans most nights on tour.

After a purposefully drawn out dinner and lone cocktails, you freshen up your makeup in the ladies bathroom. If not for yourself...if not now, when?

Resuming your place at your table, you complete some work related tasks on your phone. After about a half hour, a final sip of your drink ends your time here as it’s getting late and you want to check out the venue for any band members, namely Boyd.

Walking slowly out of the pub opposite the venue, nonchalant as you have no real hope to see anyone. You’ve already missed the show and that was gutting enough. Your phone disturbs as you walk through the square. You take the call as you find a bench to perch on. You’re done with the call in ten minutes and you rummage with your purse putting your valuables away to get ready to set off again.

It’s dark now with only street lamps to illuminate the area, the lights from the pubs and restaurants across the street you’ve walked from and the spotlights in the perimeter of the paved square. A concert goer is sitting on a bench to your right, maybe ten metres away. He’s dimly lit but you can make out his mustard yellow Converse in the dark. At least you won’t be waiting alone around here, other fans will be hanging around too soon enough, as the initial crowd rush has subsided.

No longer paying attention, you are focused on putting your phone away into your bag, just as you turn back you see the yellow converse standing near you. Assuming the fan wants to chat, you feel relief that actually, you won’t have to keep to yourself and it won’t be so boring. By the time you look up to meet the guy’s gaze, your stomach is already in acrobatics mode. You don’t show it and remain calm. It’s him standing there.

‘Hello, are you ok?’ he says.

You try to pretend you’ve never seen him before. He’s waiting and you’re not replying.

Do I ask what he’s doing here? That would be rude and I would look disingenuous. Can’t say that I didn’t expect to see him.

’I’m ok thank you.’ Embarrassed at the blandness of your own response you add, ‘How was the concert?’

I’m sure he knows you’re a fan if you are hanging by the venue right now and probably trying to meet him, it’s best to be upfront.

‘I wouldn’t be a good judge of that, you were not there?’ he asks.

‘No..unfortunately I couldn’t get a ticket in time, I tried to get in but...no luck’ you say.

He hesitates briefly, ‘What’s your name? I’m Brandon.’

You smile , ‘Hi Brandon, I’m Y/N.’

You notice his eyes reflect the lights around you. There’s kindness and concern in his eyes too. Butterflies start flying.

‘Y/N, Where are you headed, can I give you a ride?’

The shock and the butterflies are starting to do a number on you. ‘A ride? Wait..aren’t you going back to your bus now for the next show..and the fans are hanging around there I’m sure?’

‘I’ve been rushed by them already, so not feeling like hanging out tonight, not the most respectful crowd..’

‘That sucks, sorry.’ you apologise on behalf of all fans.

‘Don’t apologise, I’d rather be here than there,..you haven’t rushed me. Came here to get away and saw you..’ those brown eyes are killing you. You can hardly believe what he’s saying. You look him in the eye and you both hesitate.

‘What made you come over?’ you feel a bit bold, but keep a neutral tone and keep the eye contact.

‘I got a different vibe from you.’ He holds out his arm to you.

Trying not to instantly reach for his hand, you take too long and he carefully takes your hand pulling you up from your seat. Face to face you’re as tall as him at 5’10 and it feels weirdly intimate standing here like this. He’s silent.

‘..oh and I don’t need to be anywhere... live close enough so don’t worry about the ride. Thank you so much though.’

He smiles, ‘You’re welcome, I’m glad you don’t have to be anywhere. D’ya want to hang out for a while, the others will be on the bus too.’ He reassures.

No more polite declines as you give in, smiling ‘I’d like that.’

Walking side by side, from the corner of your eye you see he’s watching you. When you get near the tour buses, Brandon weaves you towards them, past fans, quickly and at enough distance so they don’t notice or bother you.

You reach the bus and stop at the sliding door. He unlocks the door, opens it for you and guides you in, ever so lightly placing his hand on the small of your back. Locking it behind him, he climbs the step up to you. It’s a cozy space, with a central isle and sleeping quarters divided by screens. He walks you through, past the bunk beds, where the space opens up to plush sofas wrapped around three walls. There are 30’s style wall sconces. Windows are covered and the place is like a comfort cocoon. There’s a traditional patterned rug in the centre of the room in gold and burgundy shades. The lights are dim, relaxed and golden warm here.

He breaks the silence and says, ‘Plus I came over because you’re beautiful.’ Your stomach truly flips out when you hear him say it.

[miss-fortune16]

I told myself I'd get a break now that season is over but all I do is listen to 2000-ish Reik and Camila songs and think of them

[samanddean76]

A Fistful Of Sammy's

An ancient grimoire has been searching for the man that is destined to wield it for the good of all.  With the power that was imbued upon it, Lux gained sentience and hid herself away, appearing as nothing more than a smoothly polished rock.  Now she waits.  The problem?  The Stanford-Era Sam Winchester that the grimoire meets is not the only Sam searching for it.  And thanks to a little time travel the list of those seeking her is growing longer by the minute.  Once Soulless Sam and Demon Dean are added into the mix?  Things start to go sideways.  But then a couple of Hollywood actors trapped in Canada, who happen to look just like them and know everything about them, turn out to be crucial to Sam and Dean being able to save the day. 

Will an Apocalypse World Bobby (no, not that one) and a battle ravaged Castiel help or hinder?  Will the all-too helpful Gabriel guide Sam to the truth, or lead him astray?  And will Sam ever get the happy ending he so desperately deserves? 

Come along on a wild ride, with Metallica as the soundtrack, and an ending that hinges on one impossible choice.

Fandoms: Supernatural and Supernatural RPF

Rated: Explicit | Word Count: 44,276

This is what happens when you have four Sam's, four Dean's, two Castiel's, two Jared and Jensen's, one Gabriel, one John, and one Jack in the same story.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Demon Dean/Soulless Sam, Sam Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, John Winchester/Sam Winchester

Major Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Additional Tags: AU, Time Travel, Will Reference Events From All Seasons Plus Prior To Series, Jared & Jensen from Season 6 - The French Mistake, Stanford Era Sam, Dean, & John, Soulless Sam, Demon Dean, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Dubious Consent, Non-Graphic Violence, Unorthodox Demon Healing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sam & Dean Being The Best Of Brothers, Castiel Gets A Power Up, Sam Gets A Power Up, An OC For The Ages, Literally

Chapter One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight on AO3

Hey! How about we turn it into The Samstraveganza Verse? Mmmm, okay, I'm sold.

Tell Me Something I Don't Know - Soulless Sam/Demon Dean one-shot on AO3

Art Post on Tumblr | Art Post on AO3

@xpurdyglambertx @wipbigbang

Excerpt from Chapter Six under the break....

Sam could see himself through Dean’s eyes.  From the moment he was the baby lying in the maternity ward.  Later when he played in his crib in the nursery of his only real home.  How scared Dean felt as he raced out the front door with his little Sammy held tight.  Through more dingy motel rooms and abandoned houses than either of them ever wanted to think about.  On the first day of middle school, when Sam had been so scared, Dean had looked down at him with pride, assuring his kid brother that he was going to be better than any of his classmates.  Helping Sam to get ready for his first dance, pinning on the boutonniere that he had stolen from the flower shop.  Wishing how it would have been him to escort his Sammy. 

“I would have danced with you, at least once.  Spun my big brother around the floor.”  The words echoed across his mind, and when Dean tried to deepen the kiss that they were sharing, Sam knew that he’d heard it, and shared the sentiment.  He thrust harder into the willing flesh before him, finding untold joy as each thrust was matched by Dean pushing back with his own hips.  Trying to help Sam sink in even deeper. 

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

@jacklesversebingo Square filled: First Date

Rated: E

Word Count: 9,495

Chapters: 10

Relationships: Actor!Jensen Ackles/Guest Star! Female!Reader

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, implied Bob Singer, Supernatural (TV) Crew (implied), Reader, Reader’s Best Friend’s Spouse, Reader’s best friend, Richard Speight Jr. (implied)

Major Tags: Alternate Universe: Season/Series 15, Canon Divergent, Awkward Flirting, Jewish Reader, Jewish Misha Collins, Reader is a Fan of Supernatural, Author Knows Little About Canada, Author Regrets Nothing, Betaed, Reader is Kinky, Dom/Sub Undertones, Light Masochism, Light Bondage, P in V sex (wrap it up, kiddos),

A/N: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION! Jensen Ackles has NOT or EVER been married in this work of fiction. Jared Padalecki is married to Gen and has kids. Misha Collins is divorced with his two kids. With the show in production, all three live in Canada.

Summary: You are a guest start in season 15 on your favorite tv show, Supernatural, with production in Canada.

While in the show you’re playing a bad guy that is really a good guy but due to actions Castiel and Dean have taken, you’re having issues with your duties despite your romantic interest in Sam.

Outside of the show, Misha and you have just clicked as practically instant best friends and Jared has been teasing you think you have a crush on Misha when it’s really Jensen you’re crushing over and (awkwardly) flirting with.

[jolteonmchale]

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Day Six of @zazuprompts September 2024: Sit

Fumes That Trail Along The Sky (5/13 in series)

3.0k, Past-Lestappen but this is Pierre & Charles, Rating: G

Fame isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, Charles has learnt. Fame isn’t about the art, or the fans, nor the music, or the muses. Fame, Charles has come to find out, it is about paperwork, and pressure. Pressure Charles is crumbling under after five successful studio albums, and five equally gigantic world tours. At the end of this tour, Charles gathers the band for one last round of drinks. Alex, George, Lewis, Charles, and Pierre raise their glasses to the sky. They toast to a tour well done, and wish good luck to Charles in rediscovering his muses.

[giulyaroque]

I want to shipp Mylène Farmer with someone to write fics 😭

(even if I already writing some crack fic w/ Jane Birkin and Françoise Hardy isn't the same)

[hes-the-muse]

Muse - Will Gould (CREEPER)

💜 Will Gould (Creeper) 💜

Dead Inside but still alive.

(A Bitter Heart) Under Your Control

[drive]

I think some of you are just drawing misha collins and jensen ackles in supernatural cosplay

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“Wore eachother’s clothes on multiple occasions. The way they looked at eachother on stage. George’s obsession with Bob (he’d hide in bushes and record him, as an example…), them singing together (see: Peggy Sue), Concert for Bangladesh, “I’d Have You Anytime”,, etc… Plus old man RPF if you’re into that with the Traveling Wilburys. The way they LOOK at eachother. It’s everything”

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[hes-the-muse]

Author's note: This is a reblog of my old fics to @hes-the-muse from when I didn't have my writing blogs figured out and when I first started writing. I might be reposting my own fics to @hes-the-muse from @thexhostess.

| PART 1 | Under Your Control

A Bitter Heart | Under Your Control | A CREEPER fanfiction

''I feel contained under your control, in your black lipstick and the soul you stole. Girl give in, let desire take hold.''

''Take me now while the Gods can't hear us.''

''Midnight belongs to you and me baby, in the bedroom in the dark right next to me, and every time we touch I fall apart.''

-Midnight

Will Gould X F!READER

Song: Creeper - Midnight

Words in italics are 'Midnight' lyrics used as dialogue.

Rating: ☑☑☑ = nsfw 18+ 🖤 🖤 🖤

Notes: For her, you know who you are.

Words: 793

Tags: @nixieteeth

Waxy black slipping over Will's shoulder. Glistening from the light of the moon. Shimmering ripples bounce up over his pale moonlit skin. You pull him against your chest and tuck your chin over his hair. Cloudy eyes looking up at your from under soaking slicked black hair. Midnight stricken, lust driven Will is looking up at your through his sultry contacts. The precision of his gaze is not clear and the darkness in his eyes is guarded from you. You feel his fingertips pressing into your skin from underneath the water's surface. He clings to your back and pushes his fingers to your waist, moves them down to your panty line. Pushes them further under the water, and towards the slick he can find under all that cold depth.

You push his hands away for a moment.

'Let me.' he asks. You can feel him melting in the ocean of need. 'Girl, give in let desire take hold.'

'Ohh boy, don't you look at me that way.'

You pull Will by the collar you contained him in, you unwrap the wet leather clinging to his frame, pull him up by his shoulder towards you.

His eyes are glowing behind his cloudy haze, black eyeliner and rusty eyeshadow melting over his stupidly high cheekbones, moonlight bouncing off them reflecting directly into your soul like a razor edge.

He stares at you with his intense eyes, his beautiful pallid face, dripping wet lips slightly parted he leans into you. Dripping water on your bottom lip ,spilling lust onto your tongue he laps at your mouth trying to connect his face with yours further.

You don't let him. You cut off the kiss midway. You whisper in his ear. 'Don't you dare rush. We have all night.'

He blinks and stares, waiting. He moves your hand towards the metal ring on his black collar. Guiding you to pull him your way. Holding your hand in place, waiting for you to guide him. Hooking your index finger through the ring, you pull Will by the neck, out of the pool, out of the garden and into the house.

Standing Will in front of you, in the dark in your bedroom his arms are not restrained but he has been a very well behaved boy.

'Will..you have been sooo good, so patient. I need you to tell me...'

Will kneels down and places his hands to rest on the sides of your hips. he looks up from down on his knees, up into your eyes. He waits.

'Will.. I need you to tell me how you feel right now.' You run your fingers over his hair, tracing over his cheeks. He has a puppy dog look to him right now.

Deliciously helpless and in his own words he says, 'I feel contained under your control.'

'That's a good boy.' You tell him. 'Get up!'

Abruptly tugging at the ring, he jolts up from his knees. Will is in his tight black wet jeans, no shirt, wet hair, smudged eye makeup.

'Take off your jeans.' You tell him quietly.

He looks at you through his hair, chin tucked to his chest, a sexy smoulder enveloping his face. He starts to unbutton his jeans as you watch him from a distance.

'Strip for me Will.' Black boxers tight around his erection Will's hand moves below his waistband, half his hand is buried beneath his boxers. You walk towards him, place your hand on his wrist and push his hand further under. Standing in front of Will, you pull your skirt over your head and slip your black dress off. You are let with black ouverte panties, an under bust bra and a chest harness. Your breasts are cupped and cradled in purple strands of rope.

Will's eyes widen at your reveal. HIs lips fall apart and his hand is starting to move slightly faster. You Close the gap between the two of you, and slide your palm over the back of his hand in his boxers. You mimic his movements as he touches himself, hand resting on his. Cupping his cock. You move his hand out of the way and grab him all to yourself.

You hook your hand over his waistband, fingertips grazing against the soft pale skin on his stomach right next to his hipbones. You drag your fingers tips over and past his hipbones taking off his boxers and dropping them to the floor.

'Will..' you get down on your knees and look up at him with a sultry stare. He looks down at you, eyes deep set, the angle of his face is devastating to you. His symmetrical jaw and wide jutting cheekbones are haunting your every thought and dream.

'Will.. I need to suck your cock.'

'So hold me like a gun with the safety off, squeeze the handle firm and the trigger soft'

'Such a bitter heart'

Credit: @firefly-graphics dividers : x x x x

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Requests for Writing and Artwork

Anonymous welcome!

Note: I write about how the characters interact with the world and each other. I focus on the characters, not necessarily the conflict unless it is interfering in their relationship or stopping them from being around each other. It’s all about the people.

Word count: 1,000 minimum

Rating: Any

Types: NSFW or SFW

Kinks: Yes (it’s easier to say what I WON’T do—No Vore except blood drinking, No necrophilia unless sex with vampire—they gotta be able to consent, No Incest, No pee, no poo)

Tropes: meet cute, meet ugly, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, boss/employee, polyamory, **a/b/o**, kid fic, parent-focused fic, mpreg, apocalypse, damsel in distress (rescue), canon divergent, sex worker/prostitute/stripper, interspecies relationship, imbalanced power dynamics, love at first sight, hurt/comfort, shifter/skinwalker, roommate to lovers, or ask.

There are a handful or two of tropes I’m not ok with, so please select at least **3** options.

Plot or premise: please feel free to give me your prompt in as much detail or as little as you’d like.

Pairings: Any from the acceptable characters. Polyamory is acceptable too.

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Reader insert: If you select Reader as a character, please advise the POV, such as first person (I am), second person (you are), or third person (she, they, he, them).

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Acceptable Characters:

Reader—male or female, LGBT+, Chronic Illness, Mental Health, Winchester sibling or nibling, supernatural being, MoL Legacy, Rowena’s child, love interest to Team Free Will, Hunter, psychic, witch, etc. (Just ask)

Moon Knight system (Jake, Steven, Marc; Moon Knight)

Khonshu (Moon Knight)

Beau Arlen (Blue Sky)

Alec McDowell (Dark Angel)

Soldier Boy (The Boys)

Dean Winchester (No Incest;Demon, Possessed, Etc)

Sam Winchester (No Incest; Samifer, Lawyer, Professor, etc)

John Winchester (good parent, yes! No incest)

Mary Winchester (good parent, hunter, yes! No incest)

Castiel/Jimmy Novak (Wings, yes! True form, yes! Unrelated, yes! No Twincest)

Arthur Ketch

Gadreel

Emma Winchester

Charlie Bradbury

Gilda (Fairy)

Dorothy Baum

Billie (Reaper, yes! Death, yes!)

Death (YES!)

Lucifer/Nick (Wings, yes!)

Gabriel (Wings,yes!)

Balthazar (Wings, yes!)

Bobby Singer

Rufus Turner

Ellen Harvelle

Jo Harvelle

Jody Mills, Sheriff

Donna Hanscum, Sheriff

Claire Novak

Kaia Novak

Annie/Alex

Patience Turner

The Barnes Twins (no incest)

Missouri Moseley

Rowena MacLeod (Witchy, yes!)

Crowley/Fergus MacLeod (Demon form, yes)

Pamela Barnes

Adam Milligan

Michael (Archangel)

Horseman Death (portrayed by Julian Richings)

Meg 2.0

Jack Kline

Demons

Angels

Gods/Goddesses

[floralcyanide]

— 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 (nsfw)

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⌯ pairing: tom blyth / fem!reader

⌯ warnings: mentions of alcohol, consumption of alcohol, mentions of smoking, reader smokes but it isn't explicitly described (can be an ignored detail), eventual smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please protect yourself with strangers), oral sex (f receiving), nipple play, cum eating, fluff if you squint

⌯ word count: 3454

⌯ summary: at your friend's christmas party, you meet tom blyth and there's a strong connection off the bat. after a little too much to drink and a night spent talking, the two of you have an intimate christmas eve together. (based on those nights by bastille.)

⌯ author’s note: I've been so busy that I haven't been able to finish this until today lol and it took ages because I kept getting distracted ((: anyway!! merry christmas and happy hanukkah, I hope everyone enjoys this (: if you don't pls keep it to yourself

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

You’re nursing a glass of half-sipped champagne, trying your best to pay attention to what your friend is saying to you through the pounding music. Being social with them is the least you can do, considering this is their holiday party you’re attending. And they’ve supplied the alcohol that you’ve helped yourself to all night. This is one reason why you can’t focus very well, but there’s another reason, too. You swear you feel eyes from somewhere in the apartment searing into the back of your head. At first, it wasn’t a big deal. But now it’s almost as if you’re scared to move in case someone is watching. Still listening to your friend, you realize you’re unable to look around to find the source. So you push away the sensation the best you can for now. A mutual friend waves at you from across the room where the makeshift bar is. Downing the rest of your champagne, you bid the friend you’re conversing with a quick goodbye for the time being. Hurrying to your friend who beckoned you over, you look at them with a raised brow when their face scrunches up into a giddy smile.

“Why do you look like that?” you ask, carefully eyeballing them.

Your friend chuckles at you, leaning into your ear, “There’s a hot guy back there who has been eyeing you for quite some time.”

Your face contorts into realization. So that’s why you’ve been feeling eyes burning into you. You hesitantly turn around, hoping you aren’t too blatantly obvious in finding who is staring. However, at this point in the night, you aren’t entirely graceful by any means. Your eyes catch onto a brunette man almost immediately, like you’re drawn to one another somehow. The man glances down at his drink before letting his eyes shoot back up to yours, his determined gaze sending goosebumps across your skin. Your friend has been too busy making you a drink to notice the tension but still manages to switch out your empty glass with a full one despite your daze.

“I’ll be right back,” you say just loud enough for your friend to hear over the song blaring through the speakers.

With the alcohol burning in your system, the atmosphere of the apartment seems otherworldly. It’s a fairly glitzy party, so you’re dressed for the occasion. Your outfit highlights your best features, allowing you to have an air of confidence. A kind of confidence you don’t usually carry. The alcohol certainly helps with that. The shimmery lighting bouncing off the walls gives off an ethereal vibe to the apartment. The dim glimmer of the room casts the shadow of the brunette man’s eyelashes onto his cheekbones. The closer you get, the more you notice about him. His aquiline nose, the contour of facial hair on his face, the tasteful and subtle golden hoop in his left ear. You see a small smile stretch across his lips as you approach him.

“I am so sorry if I’m coming off as creepy,” he shouts over the music, laughing to himself, “I promise I don’t mean to. You’re just really attractive.”

You take a moment to let your eyes take in his form as discreetly as possible, noticing his towering height and lean physique. Now that you’re close enough to properly see his face, you note that his eyes shine a hauntingly beautiful shade of icy blue. He takes a moment to study your face as well, waiting with bated breath for your response.

“That means a lot coming from someone who is also attractive. And I thought I felt someone staring,” you jokingly smile at him around a sip of your drink.

“Sorry about that,” the man rubs the back of his neck nervously, “I just never know how to approach without being awkward.”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the heavy weight of the brunette’s eyes on yours, your drink burning away any nervousness that had previously lingered.

“I get it,” you match his smile that has yet to wipe off his face, “I’m not the type to come up to someone I find cute. But…” you trail off, taking in the man’s attractiveness, “There’s something about you I can’t put my finger on.”

“Well,” he chuckles at you, bringing his glass to his lips before hesitating, “You’ll figure it out eventually.”

“Oh really?’ you raise your eyebrows, a playful tinge to your voice, “How’s that?”

“Do you smoke?” the man asks.

“Only when I’m drinking,” you chide. 

The two of you weave around the other party-goers toward the fire escape, and you snatch the bottle of something from your friend’s hand while passing the bar on the way out. After clambering from the window behind the tall man, who effortlessly climbed out, you take his outstretched hand. Planting your feet on the landing, you watch as the man fishes out a pack of cigarettes and a pack of matches from his back pocket. He looks up at you expectantly, patting the spot on the metal grating next to him.

“I don’t bite,” he jokes, “Not hard, anyway.”

You bite back a snort but sit down anyway. You take a swig of the clear liquid in the bottle you took before offering it to the man with a sour face. He’s in the process of lighting up, the cigarette hanging between his lips casually as he holds a lit match to the end. You watch him do this, and something stirs inside you. He takes a drag before handing the cigarette to you and taking the bottle from your hand. 

“You smoke a lot?” you ask him before taking a drag of your own, your eyes not leaving him.

He shrugs, “I picked it up while in college. It’s a bad habit I go back to sometimes.”

“I see,” you say, “I forgot to ask, but what’s your name?”

“Tom,” the brunette says, the cigarette dangling from his lips as he offers a free hand for you to shake. You gently take it.

Despite the chill of the night, Tom’s hand is warm against yours. You both hesitate to pull away, but a shy chuckle shared between the two of you causes a natural break of grip. You continue to smoke and pass the bottle to and from each other, talking about this year’s notable events in your lives. You speak for a while before more personal details begin spilling. Like how much you hate your job and how Tom missed his co-stars from his last project. Or how you both hate being single during the holidays. The more alcohol that’s consumed, the more you discuss your lives. It’s only been an hour or two, but it feels like you’ve known each other forever. 

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you. Tom looks over at you, admiring how your cigarette looked so natural in your hand. And how your hair fell perfectly around your face and how you swung your legs back and forth innocently. The corners of Tom’s lips twitch upward as he subtly moves closer to you, his thigh pressing against yours. He thinks you’re quite interesting and pretty- he doesn’t know why you’re still single when you’re such an amazing person.

You feel the roughness of his trousers against your bare thigh as you finish your final cigarette. You swish the remaining contents of the bottle around, deciding that your blurry peripheral vision means it is time to stop drinking. When you turn to offer Tom the rest of the alcohol, he’s facing you already, mere inches away. Your breath hitches as his eyes look into yours. They drop to your lips, and despite your intoxication, you feel giddy in your stomach. 

“Can I,” Tom whispers, lifting a hand to your cheek, “Can I kiss you?”

You sit the bottle down on the other side of where you’re sitting, a drunken smile growing on your face, “Of course you can.”

Tom leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently. You inhale sharply through your nose at the intense feeling of electricity between the two of you. You can taste the alcohol on him when you run your tongue across his bottom lip, testing just how far he wants to go. Your hand reaches up and cards through his dark hair, bringing him as close as possible as the kiss becomes more passionate. Tom’s free hand grasps your hip, his thumb digging deeper into your skin the harder you kiss him. Your head swims as he peppers his lips along your jawline and under your ear.

“We should probably go inside,” you pull away reluctantly, but even in your stupor, you don’t want to get carried away and fall off the fire escape.

You struggle to push up the cracked open window, and Tom giggles at you as he effortlessly pushes it open for you. Both of you climb through, and your friend shakes their head at you when your feet land firmly on the floor.

“I had wondered where you ran off to,” they chuckle, “I see you’ve met my friend Tom.”

“Uh, yeah,” you smile, looking up at him as he stands beside you.

Your friend looks closely at the two of you, noticing your bitten lips and Tom’s flushed face, “Now that the party has dwindled down, you guys can chill upstairs where it’s quiet. I have a book collection you two would enjoy.”

“Gotcha,” you nod as they walk away to mingle with other partygoers.

Looking around, you notice the remainder of the gathering is in other parts of the apartment, leaving the living room and upstairs unoccupied. Tom grabs your hand, pulling you away from the kitchen to the hallway leading to the stairs. You pull him into another kiss, Tom giggling at your eagerness as he sways slightly. He walks you backward until you feel your back against the nearby wall. Neither of you would do this on a typical day, but the energy between both of you is so intense. Your hands move underneath his shirt, your cold palms making contact with his warm skin. Tom gasps into the kiss at the contact, and you scoff, pulling away from him and grabbing his hand to drag him up the stairs.

“Careful,” Tom says to you as your legs wobble. Meanwhile, he’s struggling to climb them as well.

After a few minutes of tussling and laughing, the two of you finally reach the second floor.

“So about that book collection,” Tom raises an eyebrow, catching his breath as he grabs you by the hips, bringing you close to him.

“Only if you really want to,” you look up at him, both your and his eyes glazed over.

“I do,” Tom runs his hands along your sides, his gaze heavy on you, “Lead the way.”

You walk ahead of him, pulling him into the guest bedroom, where the books do happen to be stored in a giant bookcase along the wall. String lights around the ceiling give a soft golden glow to the room as you approach the mass of books. Tom closes the door softly as he enters the room, walking up behind you as you trace the spine of one of your favorite books. Tom wraps his arms around you, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck gingerly. You melt into his chest, closing your eyes as he travels down your shoulder. Your dress has an exposed back, and Tom is taking advantage of it as Tom falls to one knee and continues kissing down your body. He delicately unties the silk ribbon holding the two sides of your dress together, pausing before allowing it to fall to the floor.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” Tom says.

You turn around and walk to the bed, allowing your dress to fall behind you. Sitting down, you motion for Tom to come over to you. His eyes scan your face, avoiding your intricate and deep-colored underwear as he stands up. Tom stands between your slightly parted legs, and you move your hands to the lapels of his black blazer, pushing them open. He discards it from his arms and to the floor before pulling his t-shirt over his head. You try not to ogle at his perfect body, but your hands wander anyway. Up his abdomen and across his chest until you reach his neck, where you pull him down for a heated kiss. Tom lightly pushes you onto the bed, and you move to the pile of pillows to rest your head. He climbs over you, caging you underneath him. Before you can react, Tom pulls your legs up around his waist as he rests his body on yours. His lips hover over yours, his darkened eyes boring into yours much like they did the back of your head earlier in the evening. 

“Don’t stop,” you say, crossing your ankles behind Tom’s back.

Tom attacks your neck with hot kisses and soft bites, your hand grasping the back of his head. As his body relaxes into you, his weight presses you against the bed, and you feel how hard he is. You lift your hips to lightly grind into Tom, and his soft bite into your collarbone turns harsh in reaction. He continues downward, slipping his fingers underneath the straps of your bra and sliding them down your shoulders. You arch your back so Tom has the room to unclasp the band and remove the garment from you. He wastes no time resuming his kisses on your sensitive skin, avoiding the areas you desire his kisses most. You gasp when Tom lets his hand brush against your breast, his thumb circling your nipple softly. A small moan leaves your lips, and Tom glances up at you through his lashes to gauge your reaction. He admires how your eyebrows crease momentarily in pleasure, so he circles his thumb again. You moan louder this time, craving his touch without hesitance.

“Please,” you sigh, “Don’t hold back either.”

Tom hums in response before dipping his head down and enveloping your nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue teasingly. He rubs your other nipple with his thumb, simultaneously stimulating you. You whimper, heat from your still buzzed body rushing to your clit. Your hips roll in response, and you’re sure Tom can feel your dampened panties against his chest. He gives your nipple a sharp tug with his teeth before focusing on your needy core. He leaves an open-mouthed kiss on your clothed heat before removing your underwear. Still buzzed from all the alcohol earlier, Tom tries his best to be soft with you despite the pit of desire growing between you. You want him- all of him, and you want it now. And Tom wants you. Before you can speak, Tom’s warm mouth meets your folds, his tongue lapping at your arousal. You squirm from the sudden stimulation, but he stills your hips with his grip. A hand flies to Tom’s mussed-up hair as he plunges his tongue into you, his nose pressing to your clit. He inhales your scent, and it intoxicates him more than alcohol ever could. Shaking his head, Tom’s nose rubs against your clit perfectly as his tongue fucks you. Your whole body is up in flames, your fingers tightening in his hair. 

You’re muttering incoherent praises as you ride Tom’s face. He replaces his tongue with two of his fingers, your relaxed wetness allowing him to slip them in easily. They scissor against your fluttering walls as Tom sucks on your bundle of nerves. Your fuzzy mind keeps you from hiding how good his mouth feels on you, and your moans grow louder. His mouth leaves your cunt abruptly before reattaching to yours, silencing you immediately.

“Gotta be quiet,” Tom huffs against your lips, “People are still downstairs, love.”

You wrap your legs around him again, grinding yourself into his still-clothed cock. He’s the one to moan this time, slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste yourself. You unwrap your legs and work to unfasten Tom’s trousers, pushing them down his thighs. He kicks them off the rest of the way, along with his underwear, as he continues to kiss you. You reach down between your bodies and palm Tom’s length, to which he groans into your mouth. You guide his tip to your entrance, allowing him to comfortably push into you. Your hands grasp Tom’s shoulder blades, your nails lightly digging into his skin with every inch that enters you. You whimper in pleasure at him finally being inside you after longing for it all night. Tom bottoms out with a content sigh, also elated at the feeling of you clenching around his length after craving it for so long. 

Your chests heave against one another, your forehead pressed to Tom’s. His enticing blue eyes meet yours as he slowly pulls out before slamming his hips against yours. You gasp, arching your back and letting butterflies swarm in your belly when Tom kisses the corner of your mouth. He fucks into you again, slowly building a steady pace. Your lips barely brush against Tom’s as he snaps his body into yours. Your buzz has now faded away, allowing you to feel him entirely sober. He sneaks his hand between you and presses his thumb to your clit, making you hiss at the sudden stimulation. Your head pushes against the pillows, exposing your throat. Tom lets his hand lazily wrap around it, not squeezing but instead holding it as he grazes his teeth on your skin there as he kisses your neck. 

“Feel so good around me,” Tom says dazedly, and you feel his eyelashes flutter under your jaw, “So gorgeous.”

Your hand rests in his hair again, gently combing through his locks as he rocks into you faster. His weight on you, his thumb still rubbing your clit, and his hand around your neck seals the deal for you as he plows into that sweet spot inside you. 

“Tom,” you moan, “I’m close.”

“Me too, baby. Me too,” he whispers into your skin, leaving soft kisses in contrast to his rough thrusts.

“You feel so good,” you mutter, your chin resting on Tom’s head.

Tom lifts your leg and places it on his shoulder, allowing him to hit a new angle inside you. You bury your face in his hair to deafen the cry that escapes you in response. 

“Right there,” you pant, your hands desperately holding onto Tom’s hair as your mouth hangs open in silent pleasure.

Tom breathes heavily into your neck, using all the energy he has left to mercilessly fuck your weeping cunt. You feel your stomach tensing, alerting you of your impending orgasm. Tom chants your name as he firmly presses his thumb into your clit, causing the tightly wound knot inside you to snap undone. Your thigh clamps into the side of Tom’s neck while the other shakes against the bare skin of his sweat sheened back. The feeling of your tight pussy pulsating around him makes Tom explode inside you with a gasp. You grip Tom’s hair desperately as you milk him of everything he has, his thumb still not letting up on your clit. Another orgasm washes over you suddenly. This time it makes you convulse, your cunt gushing around Tom and dripping down your thighs as you cry out in pleasure. 

“Fuck,” you gasp for air, Tom pulling out of you.

He moves down to your pussy, cleaning up the cum spilling from you with a hungry tongue. You’re so sensitive that your thighs slam into the sides of Tom’s head. He suckles your clit for a moment for good measure, making you writhe underneath him. You pathetically whimper when he pulls away, finally catching your breath. Tom returns to his previous position on top of you, his face buried in your neck. He wraps his arms around you, softly stroking your skin. 

“Wow,” you giggle, letting your nose dig into Tom’s brunette hair.

“Yeah,” he smirks, “You’re amazing.”

“That’s all you, I’m afraid,” you say.

Tom hums, “I disagree, sweetheart.”

He rolls over momentarily, lifting the duvet for you to climb under. He embraces you again, holding you close as if you’ll disappear like some sort of dream. You wrap your arms around Tom’s, smiling as he presses his nose to your hair. 

“I still haven’t put my finger on it,” you say after a moment of silence.

“Hmm? On what?”

“That something about you.”

“I guess you’ll have to stick around and find out, then.”

“Deal,” you chuckle, “Merry Christmas, Tom.”

“Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

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