#what the fuck do you WANT ME TO SAY AFTER I ALREADY ACKNOWLEDGED YOUUU SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

[coldswarkids]

one of my small, petty, and evil pleasures is completely ignoring my roommate when she's just babbling for my attention. just going about my life in silence like she's not even there. it drives her mad i know it does

[lilacyennefer]

a drawer of surprises

Anon requested:  Hiii loveee!! If you take requset can I requset a jax teller x reader! Something smutt❤️ thank youuu babbeeeeee🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

A/N: I didn't proof read it so ignore the mistakes please

Warning: SMUT

“Hey, can you bring me my vitamins? They’re in my nightstand.” You asked Jax after you finished your breakfast, putting the dishes into the sink. 

“Sure.” Jax says and he goes to the bedroom for your vitamins, a few minutes later he comes back.

“I couldn’t find them.” He says leaning against the kitchen door.

“I must have forgotten them in the bathroom .” You say, not caring about the smirk Jax has on his lips.

“I didn’t find your vitamins, but I found this.” He says and you look at him, and you freeze.

Jax is holding your purple vibrator in his hand, a smug expression on his face.

“Do you use this often?” He asks as he wiggles the toy around, making you laugh.

“Don’t wiggle it!” 

“You haven’t answered my question.” He says seriously as he walks close to you.

“I haven’t used it since we are together, if that’s what you’re curious about.” You look up at Jax.

“Then why do you still have it?” 

“Because I spent not little money on it, and on my other toys what I’m sure you saw too, so I’m not gonna throw them away just because I have a boyfriend who has a big dick.” You tell Jax, making him chuckle and lick his lips. 

“Yeah, it’s certainly smaller than me.”

“Oh, Jackson, the size doesn’t matter, it’s about how you use it.” You tease him and Jax raises his eyebrows.

“Then let’s see how I use this.” He replies holding up your vibratore again. 

“What?” You let out a puff “You want to use it on me?”

Jax just shrugs “Why not?” 

You think about his words for a minute, and when you realise you have nothing to lose, you agree.

So you follow Jax into the bedroom where he opens the bottom drawer of your nightstand again, where you keep your toys, and he takes out a pair of handcuffs, and a blindfold. 

“I also want to use these.” He holds them up, and you swallow hard as you feel excitement rush over you. 

“You want to tie me up?” Jax just nods. 

You don’t say anything else as you take a step closer to Jax so you can kiss him.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” He whispers against your lips when you pull away, his words making you clench with want.

With a rushing heart and fire burning between your legs, you take your shirt off, well, Jax’s shirt off since you just threw on his shirt when you got out of bed, revealing your naked body for him. 

“Lay down on bed.” Jax tells you, and you lay down on the middle of the bed. 

Jax follows you as he kneels on the bed next to you. You place a hand on his clothed crotch, and you can feel him getting harder under the grey sweatpants.

“Take this off.” You ask him. 

Without replying, Jax stands up and takes his grey sweatpants off, leaving him naked before he climbs back to the bed. 

“If you want to stop anytime, just say it.” Jax tells you, but you shake your head. 

“I don’t want to stop.” You whisper, already feeling overwhelmed. 

Jax acknowledges your words with a nod, and he leans down to kiss you tenderly on the lips.

“I love you.” Jax whispers against your lips, making your heart flutter.

“I love you too, Jackson.” You peck his lips one more time before you go rough. 

“Lift your legs to your hands.” You do as Jax says, you lift your legs next to yourself, knees almost touching the sheets beneath you. Jax takes the handcuffs and he clips your wrist and ankle together, and he does the same with your other arm and leg, leaving you wide open for him. 

“You’re so fucking hot like this.” Jax praises you as he caresses your chest and stomach with his fingers, raking his short nails over your skin. 

Your heart beats so fast against your chest you’re sure that Jax can see it, and you’re already soaked with want for him. 

“You know what?” He says suddenly “I changed my mind.” You see him put the blindfold away “I want to see your eyes as I make you cum.” 

You let out a small moan from his words, feeling yourself getting wetter. 

Jax’s eyes are skim all over you, drinking in your naked body in front of him, then he rests his eyes on your exposed, wet pussy. 

You see him lick his lips before he smirks and says “I have to taste you first.” 

You move a little from excitement, but it’s really hard to move when your legs and arms are tied together. 

Jax lays down between your legs, he looks deeply into your eyes before he darts his tongue out to lick you from your hole to your clit, making you curse. 

“You taste divine.” He says before he puts his mouth back on you, lapping your wetness and sucking your sensitive skin in his mouth, making you shudder. 

You try to move your hand to run your finger through Jax’s hair, but the handcuffs stop you and you let out a whine from the frustration of not being able to touch Jax. 

Jax seeing your struggle, lets out a chuckle that resonates in your folds, making you moan louder. 

As you’re getting lost in pleasure, you tug on the handcuffs more and more, moaning and groaning from both the pleasure and frustration.

Jax takes your clit in his mouth and he sucks hard, making your whole body break out in goosebumps and your nipples harden even more.

“Jax!” You whine as you’re getting close to your pleasure, but before you could cum, he pulls away. 

You let out a frustrated sound as Jax moves from between your legs to take your vibrator in his hand again, turning it on. 

Excitement runs over you as the buzzing sound fills the room and Jax smirks down at you.

“You good, babe?” He asks.

“Fuck yeah!” You reply and Jax chuckles. 

Jax takes the vibrator and first, he puts the vibrating toy on your lips, pulling your bottom lip lower, and you dart your tongue out to lick the toy, making Jax groan loudly. 

He pulls the toy lower on your body, stopping at your nipples and circle them, the feeling making you clench as you feel the pleasure between your legs. 

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jax praises you, making you cry out as you feel his words between your legs, making you even wetter. 

When Jax reaches your abdomen with the toy, he doesn’t touch your wetness just yet, making you wiggle. 

“Please, Jax.” You beg, eager to cum finally. 

Jax decided to not tease you, so he places the vibrating toy to your clit, making you tense and go completely still as your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. 

It feels so sinfully good how the toy feels against your heated wetness, making your insides clench with pleasure. 

“Jax!” You moan loudly, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge, and this time Jax doesn’t leave you hanging, he keeps the toy on your throbbing clit, circling around it before you scream loudly as you fall over the edge, your whole body shaking. 

“Too much.” You breath as your whole body shakes, now from the overstimulation. 

Jax takes the toy away from you, but he’s not turning it off, since he’s not done using it on you yet. 

You try to catch your breath, chest moving rapidly up and down, your eyes are closed, but you can feel Jax’s eyes on you as he’s caressing your chest and stomach with his fingers softly. 

“Fuck.” You breathe, making Jax chuckle.

“Are you good to continue?” Jax asks, his fingers are still gently running over your skin, making it break out in goosebumps.

“Yes.” You nod, and you see Jax place the still buzzing toy to your spread wetness, keeping the toy at your opening, making you tense up.

“Look me in the eye!” Jax says, and you turn your head to look into his eyes as he slowly slipped the toy inside of you. 

You couldn’t help but close your eyes from the intense feeling, and you faintly hear Jax mutter incoherently as he watches you in your pleasure. 

He slowly starts moving the toy in and out of you, and when you start breathing heavily again, he turns the vibrator on the highest level, making you scream in pleasure. 

“Please don’t stop!” You beg.

“I didn’t plan to.” Jax chuckles as he keeps moving the vibrating toy inside of you.

It doesn’t take you long until you feel yourself tighten again, your whole body tenses as Jax pushes you closer to your orgasm with the toy, until you fall apart around the toy, screaming Jax’s name. 

Your eyes are shut tightly and you’re breathing heavily when you feel and hear Jax take the handcuffs off of you. 

With your eyes still closed, you finally stretched your legs and arms, and when you felt Jax take your wrists in his hands to gently massage them, then place a soft kiss on them, you opened your eyes to look at him. 

“It’s your turn now.” you tell him and sit up on the bed. 

“I need to be inside you.” he mutters and you see him place a pillow on the middle of the bed. 

He doesn’t have to tell you what to do as you lay down on the bed on your stomach, the pillow under your lower stomach area, lifting your ass up in the air for Jax. 

“Just like that, yes.” he whispers before he sits behind you, kneeling on the bed, his knees are placed next to your thighs. Jax grabs a handful of your cheeks in his hands and massages them, kneading your flesh and pulling your cheeks apart to admire your wetness. 

“Jax, please.” you wiggle your ass to him a little, urging to take you as you can’t wait to feel him inside of you. 

He lets your cheeks go and you look back at him, only to see him take his throbbing, rock hard erection in his hand, and he places his leaking tip to your wetness, then sliding inside you slowly.

Jax lets out an animalistic groan when he’s inside of you. “You feel so fucking good.” he praises before he starts moving inside of you, making you curse. 

In this position, he feels even bigger than usual, and you’re already sensitive from your previous orgasms. 

You grab the sheets beneath you hard as Jax starts fucking you properly, the room is filled with the sound of your skins slapping together, and your heavy breathings and moans. 

Jax lowers his body on yours, pressing you into the mattress as he fucks you, his face is buried in your neck.

You feel yourself tighten around Jax, and you know he feels it too because his groans are more frequent and his hips are snapping against yours harder and faster, pushing both of you to your pleasures. 

“Jax!” you scream as he wraps his hand around your throat, turning your face to kiss you sloppily. 

“Please, please, please!” you beg as pleasure takes over your senses.

“Fuck!” Jax groans into your ear  “Cum for me! Now!” he demands as he’s fucking you.

And to your surprise, your body obeyed him as you came with a loud scream, Jax following you, groaning your name as he spilled himself inside of you. 

His body presses you harder into the bed as Jax barely holds himself up anymore, but you’re too tired to move or say anything, you just lay there under Jax. 

You don’t know how much time has passed until he finally rolled off of you, slipping out of you leaving a wet trail on your inner thighs, making you shiver.

Jax lays down next to you on his back, he slips a hand under your head, pulling you closer to himself to cuddle.

“You know we’re gonna try your other toys too, right?” he mutters into your hair. 

“Bring it on, babe.” is all you say, making Jax chuckle.

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Stangers On A Train [4/4] | Tom Hiddleston

 Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Style: part 4 of 4

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: drunk reader, awkward people, idk really, feeling like you’re being creeped on?

Summary:  “we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine” - prompt source

A/N: so, this is finally here, the end to stangers on a train. Hope you all enjoy this, and yes, this is instead of a new part of Shut Up And Kiss Me, sorry. I didn’t have the time to write another part, and since this was already written, here you go. 

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It takes so many rings before he answers that you almost believe it will go to the answerphone. But then you hear his soothing, deep voice tiredly say, “Tom Hiddleston, who am I talking to?”

You snort at that, which elcitics a laugh from him. 

“Y/N,” he says, voice fond even though the sleepiness still clings to it. “It’s two am, why are you calling?” 

“Uhh, I have a slight problem.” You press your lips together, forming a thin, nervous smile as you await his response. 

“Problem?” 

You nod. “Uhh, yeah. I’ve been out with friends and had a few drinks,” a little chuckle follows the ‘a few’ because it was probably one too many, “and I have to walk because I missed the last tube and it’s so long and my feet hurt and I’ve walked a little in only socks but it hurts so much and I don’t have much power left on my phone and also I’m a little afraid and like it’s dark and the middle of the night―”

His laugh interrupts your rambling. “Give me ten minutes, I’ll pick you up. Where are you?” he asks. 

You look around. “I don’t know.” Even if he can’t see it, you shake your head as you say so, as if acknowledging your own stupidity. “Some buildings are here, and a… I don’t know.”

Tom sighs. “Anyway you could find out?” 

“Maybe,” you reply and take your phone away from your ear. You press the speaker button, and move into google maps. By choosing somewhere to go, you get your own position and press it. The ‘share your location’ button is pretty handy right now, and you have only done this once before. You find Tom in your contacts and send it to him. “Done.”

“Got it. I’ll be right there.” 

“Don’t use long. I want to see youuu,” you say, drawing out the ‘you’ in a singsong-y voice. 

He laughs. “Don’t worry.”

You stick your tongue out and roll your eyes. “I don’t worry. I overthink. There’s a difference.” 

“If you say―” 

He cuts off. You look at your phone and notice it’s shutting down. Great, just great. That means you have to wait without talking to him. You let out a huff and sit down on the curb, which gives your feet some rest. It feels great actually, to just sit down. 

It does not feel so great when a man walks past, and though he doesn’t really look threatening, there’s something about the look he sends you that has chills creep up your spine. During the next minutes it takes for Tom to arrive, your heart pounds in your chest. The slight tipsiness you’d felt before vanishes, replaced with an anxious feeling of dread. 

Tom will be here in a second. Tom will be here in a second. Tom will be here in a second. You repeat it like a mantra in your head, but it doesn’t calm your nerves nearly as much as you would like. 

The car that pulls up to a stop on the other side of the street doesn’t sit well in your gut either. But when Tom gets out of it and his tall frame makes its way across the street and to you, relief floods your system. You stand up, shoes in one hand and smile at him. 

“You got cut off,” he says as he pulls you in for a small hug. You wrap your arms around him, breathing in the fresh scent he brings.

“My phone shut off.” You linger in the hug a few seconds longer than you should, but since he doesn’t pull away you don’t think too hard on it. Though your heart does flip a thousand times, which feels good but also breaks it all at once. 

Tom pulls away eventually, and takes your free hand in his as you walk back to his car. “Why would you believe it a good idea to take off your shoes?” he asks.

“You really think these are good for walking?” You shove the pair of high heels in his face―though not too in his face. It’s a black pair with a thick heel and straps that snakes their way up your legs. It’s not necessarily that they’re uncomfortable, but rather the fact that high heels in general gives for tired feet after awhile. 

“No, I don’t think they are.” He opens the car door for you, letting go of your hand as you sit down. The absence leaves a cold sensation in your fingers―had his touch really been that hot?

You do your best to fasten your seatbelt, but the end won’t connect with the thing it’s supposed to fasten in. Your focus is on that as you hear the car door close as Tom gets in. His laugh rings in your ear as you sigh and give up on the belt. 

“I’ll help,” he says, leaning over and dragging the belt with him. Your breath catches at his closeness. His breathing mixes with yours, the nearness of him having your gut churn and your heart twist in agony because god he is so close why not just lean over and press your lips to his and―

Click. 

The belt clicks into place and the smell of Tom’s cologne falls away from your nose as he pulls back into his own seat, pulling on his own seatbelt. He starts the car, and you do your best to regain your breathing because he was so close. 

It’s a silent ride back to your apartment. All you can think about is how close he was. How dry your throat is. How much your gut hurts as it churns and churns and churns. How you feel cold as his touch isn’t on you. How you wish to press your lips to his. How you wish to press your lips to his neck, his chest, other places. How you wish to touch him, let your hands explore his body. 

And all of it has your body heat up, sweat just a little because god it’s hot confined to this space. 

Finally, Tom pulls to a stop in the guest parking outside your apartment. You manage to take off your seatbelt, but you don’t get to open the door as Tom is already on the other side. He smiles as he lends you a hand, which you happily take. The touch burns you, but it’s better than the cold you had before, better than not touching him. 

He helps you all the way up to your apartment, letting you lean most of your weight on him as you walk. Though the few stairs you have to walk up aren’t that promising as you don’t want to put your shoes on at all. 

“I’ll carry you,” offers Tom. 

You shake your head. “No, I can’t… You can’t―” 

But Tom doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer and crouches for you to hop onto his back. You do. His arms feel secure under your thighs, the touch creating a tickling feeling where it happens―which you try to ignore but it’s a good feeling.

Your arms wrap around his neck, though you make sure not to choke him. Seeing as he feels so secure, you lay your head down on his back. The little rumble of a laugh it elicits has you smile. 

It’s over too fast. Tom puts you down as he stops by your door. You fiddle with the keys, and hope he doesn’t decide to leave as he’s helped you. After all, he doesn’t have to stay. But everything within you wants him to. The alcohol in your blood might make you a tad bolder than you usually are, and that might just have things go the direction you want it to. 

You open the door and walk in, putting your shoes down with your other shoes. Thankfully, Tom follows you inside, closes the door and takes off his shoes. You try to suppress a smile, but it makes its way across your face despite it. 

“You want something to drink?” you ask, glancing his way. 

“That depends,” he says and leans against the doorway to the kitchen. 

“You can choose wine or water.”

Tom chuckles. “I’ll take a glass of water, thank you.” 

You pull out two glasses, find a bottle you have in the fridge and fill both glasses with water. You hand one of them to Tom and take the other one yourself, taking a sip. Even being cold from standing in the fridge, it isn’t as cold as the absence of Tom’s touch. 

Only moments ago and you already miss it. Maybe there’s something in it when you’re in love; you miss those small things because you only get them during certain moments. And now that that moment is over, you don’t know what to do. 

“How much did you really drink?” asks Tom and sets down his glass on the counter as he leans against it. 

You press your lips together. “Just a few… too many.”

He gives you an amused smile, though he doesn’t comment. Instead, he quietly leans against the counter, ocean eyes smiling as he looks at you. The way they seem to study your face has heat crawl into your cheeks and you press your lips even tighter together. 

“You wanna watch a movie?” you ask.

“It’s still the middle of the night,” he replies, though amusement colors his voice. “I better get home.”

You put down your glass on the counter and walk the few steps over to him. “Please stay,” you say and make the best puppy dog eyes you can. 

Tom shakes his head. “I can’t. I might have a day off tomorrow, but I can’t stay here the whole night.”

Everything in your stomach tells you to tiptoe, tilt your head a tiny bit and press your lips to his. A quick peck, just something to let the hunger, the need to do so, at bay. But you don’t. You look up at him, try to look as innocent as possible. 

“Okay,” he says, “I’ll stay.” He picks up the glass off water, downing it all in one big sip. Your throat goes dry seeing his long neck stretched, seeing his adam’s apple move as he swallows and noting the way his lips fold around the rim of the glass.

God, you have to get yourself checked, Y/N, this is way out of line. 

But then again, hadn’t you been on a date? Not today, but before. And he was so nice, but you can’t believe anyone who’s nice likes you that way. 

“What movie are we watching?” 

You blink up at Tom, who smiles warmly. You swallow, throat and mouth dry. “What would you like to watch?” 

“You asked for a movie, you pick,” he says and you roll your eyes. 

Nevertheless, you pick the movie. You find a romantic one on Netflix, and, both out of boldness from the alcohol and the fact that you are pretty close, you snuggle close to him as the movie plays. 

He drapes his arm around you, letting you rest your head on his chest. His heart beats loudly in your ear, faster than you would expect. Maybe he likes the movie, he probably likes the movie. 

Close to the end, the couple gets back together. The final ‘real’ kiss plays on the screen and you sigh at the sight. Louder than you thought, because Tom stirs, sits up a little and lets you fall down with your head in his lap. His fingers start to play with your hair, and a smile creeps on your lips he gently combs through. 

When the credits start rolling, you turn in his lap so that you face him. His gaze is on you, looking down with a fondness you haven’t seen before. A fondness that has your gut churn. 

All you have to do is lean up and―

You don’t react before he pulls away with a red face. He presses his lips together and his eyes go a little sad by the fact that you had no reaction. His eyes meet yours and even though you can’t see your own face, you know it’s colored in shock. 

He kissed you. His lips were on your lips. He made the move.

And you didn’t kiss back. Nor are you telling him you want to. You just lie there, staring up at him with wide eyes as his face contorts more and more into someone that wants to flee the situation. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, “I just… I thought perhaps…” 

You shake your head. “Don’t be.” Your voice sounds small in your head, barely there. “Do it again,” you say breathlessly, throat too dry to function. 

He does. This time you notice, and you kiss back. Your arm snake to the back of his head, steadying him as you press your lips against his. It’s not much, it feels a little awkward, and you would want the situation to be a little different. Yet it’s better than anything you could have imagined. Fireworks spark in your gut, heat burns your palm where your hand is in his hair and his hand is on your cheek, and the tingling feeling you have felt many times around him comes back, adding to the pleasure of the kiss. 

All you can think is finally. 

Finally.

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