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allegra-writes · 4 years

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"The Game"

Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink.

Golf is boring. You wanna play something else...

"Swinging on the front porch, swinging on the floor.

Swinging where we want, cause there ain't nobody home..."

Cherry Pie - Warrant

He should have known it was a trap. He should have known it from the very first minute. This was punishment, plain and simple punishment. Unusually cruel punishment. He didn't even know why he was so surprised, in fact, he should have seen it coming a mile away. After all, you were about as subtle as a train wreck. And that was exactly how you had hitted him.

You had always despised golf, said it was snobbish and boring. But he always invited you to tag along just in case, because sharing one of his favorite activities with his favorite girl? That sounded almost like paradise to him. That was probably the reason why that morning, when you had jumped at the chance to join him at the country club, he hadn't suspected a thing.

Oh, how naive he was. How trusting of him. Because now, he had to play 18 while trying to conceal a throbbing, almost painful erection, watching you prance around wearing that. It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was cliche.

It was driving him completely insane.

Your little ensemble was straight out of some soft-porn movie set, he was sure of it: Keds, knee high socks… and a criminally short pleated skirt, especially designed to torture him. You guys weren't even half way through, and he was already about to snap, with his arms enveloping you, hands over yours on the handle of the club, as you bended over just a little, ass pressing against his pelvis just enough to tease him, to remind him how good it felt being buried to the hilt inside your tight, tight heat, the slapping sounds of skin against skin combining with your moans...

One of his hands let go of the club, subconsciously wrapping itself over your hip bone, when you moved, twisting, hips getting away from his.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it, did you see that?" You turned around to face him, eyes alight with joy at having hit the ball for the first time in your life.

And for a second, he felt bad. He was probably reading too much into it, chances were you didn't even know what you were doing to him. You were innocent in all that, it wasn't your fault not knowing just how damn irresistible you were, how hard you made him just by standing close to him…

Until he noticed the outline of your nipples under your white t-shirt, made almost see through under the bright sunlight. His eyes squinted in suspicion.

"Are you wearing any underwear?" He blurted out, cheeks immediately turning red, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. But there was no one around, not many people playing on a wednesday morning. In fact, you had the whole course pretty much for your selves.

His cock twitched inside his pants, but he shook himself, squashing the thought before it could take full shape.

You seemed to ignore him, as your face fell.

"I… don't think I was supposed to shoot it that way, though"

Tom's eyes followed yours, but try as he might, he couldn't find the white dot he was looking for.

"Where the hell did it go?"

"I think it landed behind those bushes" You pointed to the far away patch of hydrangeas on the other side of the field. He couldn't help the snort that left his mouth,

"Yeah, that's not even close to where it should be!"

"Hey! Don't laugh at me"

"I mean, at least we know you have a strong swing" He let out between laughs

You rolled your eyes,

"Be gentle with me, this is my first time"

The laughter died in his throat like you knew it would, as the innuendo hit him, eyes darkening as they roved over your body once again. You had to know what you were doing...

You turned around so he couldn't see your smirk, as you started walking in big strides in the direction of the bushes, leaving him to struggle to follow you, carrying the bag full of clubs.

It wasn't a bad sight, he had to admit, watching you walk ahead of him, your skirt bouncing with your movements, hips swaying gently from side to side. And it was even better as you reached the tall plants, parting the branches trying to see past them, bending over once again, your short skirt riding up your thighs, higher, and higher. He gulped, what little blood was left in his brain rushing south, as he saw the cleft where the round globes of your ass met your legs. You climbed on your tiptoes, and he choked on a groan: just a little bit more and the answer to whether you had or not any underwear on would be right before his eyes, literally…

"Found it!" You called out, victorious, falling to your heels again, walking around the lilac flowers, disappearing from sight, heedless to his disappointment.

He knew it was a bad idea, as he trailed after you, like in a trance. But there you were, waiting for him behind the tall wall of bushes hiding you both from sight from every angle, mischievous glint in your eye.

The ball was nowhere to be found, and he finally understood.

Your stomach made a flip as Tom tugged at his glove with his teeth, discarding it on the green grass, his whole demeanor changing before your eyes, jaw squaring, eyes hardening, movements slow and measured as he circled you like a tiger stalking his prey.

"You dirty little liar" He accused, watching the corners of your mouth twitch, trying to hide your satisfied smile, but it was useless: you looked every bit like the cat that got the cream. Well, he knew of another thing that looked great dripping down your chin…

"You think you're real clever, don't you? Really sneaky, teasing me all morning with this little outfit," He let his now naked hand trace your nipples, already hard under the fabric of your tee, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. He was right, you hadn't bothered with a bra, "making me hard with your little touches and smart mouthed comments…"

"Golf is boring" You shrugged, "I wanna play something else"

He stepped back, away from you, leaving you feeling cold without his heat, despite the bright sunshine.

"Too bad, baby girl, I'm done with games" His eyes were steel as he commanded, "Show me"

"Show you what?" You looked at him through your eyelashes, you knew how much he liked it when you played coy. But this time, he had told you the truth, the games were over.

"You know bloody well what" His south London accent was always heavy when his patience was wearing thin, "lift that little skirt and show me what's mine"

You obeyed, and this time, he did groan, the wet patch on the simple white cotton of your thong almost better than his fantasies of your bare skin.

He fell to his knees on the grass. God, he was so whipped! His plan had been to have you kneeling in front of him, choking on his cock as he fucked your mouth so deep and hard that tears would stream down your face. He would release himself down your throat, leaving you begging for his softening cock, his fingers, his tongue, his freaking golf club, anything to fill your empty little cunt. But of course all of that flew out the window the second he actually saw that pretty pussy through your panties, made almost transparent with your desire for him, the fabric clinging to every curve, every little detail clear for him to admire.

"Come here, baby girl" His tone was much softer as he spoke, "let daddy have a little taste"

You did as you were told, never stopping to hold your skirt up high for him. Tom nuzzled the cotton, breathing you in before hooking one finger on the damp fabric, tugging gently to the side to reveal your most secret spot to him. He let his tongue poke out, placing kitten licks against your clit, eyes rising to meet your face. Your own were closed already, little frown between your eyebrows, as if the tiny shocks of pleasure coursing through your body confused you. So expressive. So responsive.

How could he ever stay mad at you when you were so fucking perfect? It only took one taste of you to melt whatever was left of his anger, as he marveled of the angel whining so prettily above him, delicate fingers digging into his shoulders to support herself as her legs shook for him. It never failed to amaze him, to blow his mind. It had always been like that, he had put you up on a pedestal long before you had started dating.

But now, he wanted to lay you down, and spread you open under the sun.

He tsked at your huff as his tongue left you.

"No, baby, you don't get to complain today. You've been a very bad girl, so now," He helped you down onto your back on the grass, making quick work of your panties. Taking a hold of your ankles, he hooked them over his shoulders, aligning himself with your dripping center, "you're going to take my cock like a good girl"

With that, he let his head breach you, entering you slowly, so slowly. Savoring every second, sliding in inch by inch, making you feel every millimeter of his thick, thick length as he buried it into your sweet pussy, stretching you to the limits of pleasure. He had you fold almost in half, as his pelvis finally met yours. You sighed, you had thought he would burst through your ovaries before he was completely seated inside you.

"Can you feel me, babygirl? Feel how deep I am?"

You nodded, unable to form words. He relented, only a couple of inches, before surging back in.

"Feel me stretching your tight little cunt? Fuck, it feels so snug…"

He drew back again, snapping back against you harder, making you cry out,

"Yes!"

"Only I can fill you like this" He breathed, in and out again, and again. And again, establishing a harsh rhythm, "This pussy belongs to me…"

"Yes, daddy" You sobbed, obediently. By now you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. He tugged at your t-shirt, sneaking his hand under it, massaging your breast.

"These pretty tits are mine…"

It was hard to concentrate with him railing you into the ground, fast, brutal. Making sure the base of his cock dragged against your clit just right with every thrust.

"Yours, daddy" You managed, somehow, earning yourself a smile. If wolves could really smile at lambs before gobbling them right up...

He leaned forwards, bracing himself on one arm, the other travelling from your chest, to your neck. To your jaw. His tumb caressed your lower lip, and you opened up to him. Two of his fingers slid inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, you sucked them eagerly, hollowing your cheeks just the way he liked.

"My princess… so pretty with your mouth full" Tom praised, hips never stopping, plunging his cock into you as far as it would go, over and over again, "wanna fuck your beautiful face… but this pussy… feels too good"

You sobbed around his fingers.

"So good… won't let me go… a slave" His thrusts were becoming messy. Erratic. Tom took his fingers out of your mouth to flick your clit with them.

"No, Tommy! Too much…" You cried, pushing at his hand, overstimulated. But he wouldn't budge.

"Don't care. You're gonna take it" He growled, but sweetly kissed away your tears. He needed you to come, fast. Because there was no way he was lasting much longer, and you knew what to say if you really wanted him to stop anyway.

"Fuck… yeah, just like that" he could feel you tensing around him. You were almost there, and he was right behind you, "so good… gonna come, baby girl. Gonna come inside you…"

You shook your head, too delirious to express it with words, but he knew. You didn't like feeling dirty, didn't like the smell. But he fucking loved it.

"Oh yeah… gonna fill you up… and you're not getting those panties back" His smirk was devilish, filthy. And you were sure that, even without his cock jackhammering into you, you could have come from that look alone. "Gonna see myself dripping down your thighs as you walk…"

His movements were downright sloppy now, as his words edged himself as much as they were edging you.

"Gonna have you sit in the car just like that… ruin your fucking little skirt… OH, FUCK"

You felt his cock swell, pumping his seed inside your loins. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming, as his climax unleashed your own. Still, he kept moving,

"Gonna put your mouth around me while I drive…" There was no way the morning was ending without him having your mouth.

"Tom…" You could feel him begin to soften inside you, but he still wouldn't stop.

"Shhh, baby girl. Wanna make a mess…"

The end.

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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A dom tom were the reader find him playing cod and she plays with him but then she say im going to get a snack and then she have an idea and put the song white tee summer Walker and come to tom and gave him. A lap dance. 🌝I hope you understand and yes i forget and then tom fucks her sooooo rough and haaaaarddddd and faaaaast and please let her sqouirt 2 times please ♏♏♏♏

Okay, I really hope that I got this right, and I hope that you like it. I wrote this in what felt like a fucking fever dream, like it just poured out of me.

A/N: This was my first time writing Dom!Tom or really even this rough of sex, I’ve never really written degradation before but I hope you enjoy.

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Warnings: Pure Filth, Degradation, Fingering, Lap dance, spanking(a couple mentions), Overstimulation, Riding, Squirting, internal Orgasm, Dom!Tom, Mean Dom!Tom, Biting, If I missed anything I’m sorry.

Silence filled your ears as your feet led you mindlessly down stairs, the knuckle of your thumb rubbing into your eyes as you tried to swipe away the sleep that had built up during your nap. You were in search of your boyfriend, waking up with an insatiable urge to hold him, that wasn’t the only thing that you wanted to do but your intent was not to go for the x-rated part of your needs first, you wanted to see you you could get Tom to initiate it, to tempt him. You followed the only noise you could hear in the house, guiding you to your boyfriend. Small utterances of exasperation leading you to the den. You leaned your shoulder against the door jam, watching Tom where he sat, his thumbs flitting rapidly over the controller, only making you think about how they would feel on your clit, rubbing over the pulsing nub. You shook your head, a physical attempt to shake those filthy thoughts loose from your brain. Your movement caught Tom’s attention, dragging his eyes from the TV to your oversized t-shirt clad frame, hair a mess from your pillow, a lazy smile adorning his cheeks as he turned back to the screen.

“Afternoon sleepy head” he chided, eyes flitting back to you before scooting over on the couch. “Come sit” he offered, the empty space next to him inviting your form. You shouldered yourself off of the wall, walking towards Tom and picking up your pace for the few steps that you impaired his vision, your body colliding with the soft cushions of the couch as you fell back. You cheek met Tom’s bare shoulder, leaving light kisses in your way of saying Hello to him.

“Love, you’re distracting me” he hummed, raising his shoulder and pushing you away from him, a small frown developing on your lips as you pouted at him, that hadn’t worked, an immediate and offhanded denial of your affections, this may be a little harder than you had thought.

“Was only trying to love you but okay then” you bit at him, slightly grumpy at the rejection.

“Sorry, babes, I’m trying to beat this level” he explained, it made more sense now but it didn’t mean you liked it.

“Can I play?” you asked, if he was going to deny your affection then maybe you could do something with him, a lay over to your actual intention seeing as you had resolved that you would get dicked down before the sunset.

“F’course, doll, here” he passed you a controller that was sat on the coffee table in front of you, not making eye contact but you purposely brushed your hand against his as you took the remote out of his hand. You pressed the center button and joined the game, smiling as you began to play alongside Tom. Throughout the game you made moves on him, getting closer to his body, rubbing your bare thigh against his, biting your lip in concentration and he managed to ignore all of it.

You let out a moan when you character died, under the guise it was a moan of frustration but it came out close to pornographic, making Tom’s ears prick up his eyes moving to watching you next to him, your legs spread and you panty clothed core showing from under the hem of your shirt, a small wet patch catching his eye, a smirk spreading on his lips in realization, you were needy.

“M’ gonna go get a snack” you mumbled, standing up and stretching your arms above your head, arching your back and sighing in pleasure, the upward motion of your shoulders exposing your panties and the bottom of your stomach. Tom knew what you were doing, and it made something boil inside of him, you were being a little brat, you could just ask for what you wanted, but no, you went about it this way.

“kay” Tom responded, watching as your hips swayed on your way to the kitchen. He smiled to himself at your actions, proud that he managed to make you as horny as this without even doing anything. He went back to his game but his attention was no longer fully in the graphics that flashed across the screen, his mind now focused on the memory of your tight cunt and how well he filled you as you would scream his name, begging to cum. He noticed the addition of music to the atmosphere as you strutted back into the room, a devilish smile on your face as you fell to your knees in front of Tom, hands resting on his knee caps as you pushed them away from each other to spread his legs. His eyes widened at your bold movements, setting his remote control next to him on the couch and placing his hands behind his head.

“Watcha’ doing, Love?” he hummed as you began to rise from your place on your knees, your chest brushing against his hardening cock, your pointed nipples poking through your shirt and catching Tom’s eyes as you continued to go up his body.

“Giving you a show” you spoke as if it was obvious, because, well, it was. Tom captured his lip between his teeth as you put your knees on either side of his hips, grinding your hips down against his, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat as you threw your head back, arching your chest into his face. His hands went to grab your ass, instinct beginning to take hold, his need to dominate the situation, but you slapped his hands away. Crawling off of Tom’s heated body. You stood in front of Tom, stripping your top off and grabbing your breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples and biting your lip, looking Tom in the eye, teasing him. You turned around, bending down as if you were touching your toes and giving your ass a small shake, Tom had to hold his hand back from smacking or biting the supple flesh that was so tauntingly jiggling in front of his face. You sat back, placing your hand on his thighs and your ass on his dick, once again grinding down against him, this time making him moan. You began to move your hips in circles to the final beats of the song that you had been dancing to, your hands going back to behind both yours and Tom’s head, grasping that back of his neck and bringing you back flush to his front, arching your naked chest up as you finished your movements.

As soon as the last notes of the song played out Tom’s hands were on your breasts, squeezing them harshly and tweaking the nipples aggressively between his fingers.

“So needy for me, Love, you could have just asked,” Tom teased, his lips moving to just beneath your ear and beginning to suck on your sweet spot, sweet moans falling from your lips.

“Tommy!” you moaned loudly, but you needed more “I need you Tommy, I need you” you breathed out between sighs of pleasure as the little stimulation he was giving you.

“What do you need, baby?” he wanted to hear you beg, to cry out in need for his cock or tongue or fingers.

“All of you, Tommy” you whimpered pitifully, the squeeze on your nipples nearly becoming too much.

“Yeah? All of me, huh, how's this?” he asked, his fingers slipping into the front of your soaking wet panties, immediately applying ample pressure to your clit with his thumb and to fingers teased your dripping entrance, he smirked as he realize that your arousal had spread along your thighs and down your taint, pride growing in his chest at just how desperate you were for him. His fingers sank into your core without warning.

“FUCK” you cried, his fingers beginning to slide in and out of you at a rapid pace, dragging against every ridge of muscle that adorned the walls of your tight cunt. His fingers picked up the pace, the only sounds in the room being your sighs and pants of pleasure and his fingers digging into you as if he was searching for something at your cervix. He bit down on your neck, whispering quietly to you.

“You take my fingers so well, needy little slut aren’t you” he sucked over the spot he had just bitten, groaning as your hips ground back into his. “My needy little whore, all mine,” he whispered, his words in juxtaposition to the tone of his voice which carried the tone of worship, and it was, just your unique form of it. He curled the tips of his fingers into the soft spongy spot that hid deep within you, your legs trying to clamp around his hand as he repeated the motion.

“T-T-Tom, I’m g-gonna cum” you managed to get out through the pleasure that was taking hold in every part of your body. His knees hooked in the inside of yours, holding you open for him to continue his assault on your core.

“Cum for me, let go on my fingers, soak my palm, feel lucky that I’m letting you cum you fucking tease” he encouraged your orgasm, his thumb pushing upwards and harder against your clit, the extra pressuring sending you spinning into your orgasm, your cunt emitting a sloshing noise that made Tom bite his lip, knowing what had just happened as his hand got insanely wet. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you came down from your orgasm, the world around you seeming to still as you felt and uncommon amount of cool between your legs, your soaked panties sticking to your core as Tom withdrew his hand, turning you around in his lap so you faced him, watching as he brought his fingers to his parted lips and sucked them clean of the cum that now graced his pale digits, pulling pack and flattening his tongue against his palm, licking the slickness that had gathered on his palm.

He didn’t let you fully catch your breath, lifting you by your hips, ridding you of your soaked panties and sliding his pants down his hips, positioning his cock with one hand and guiding your hips with the other, slamming you down onto his length, fully sheathing himself in your heat with the first thrust. A scream ripping from the back of your throat as tears pricked your eyes, the stretch nearly too much for you to handle.

“You’re gonna take what you get, this is what you get for teasing me” he bucked his hips up into yours, your ass slapping his thighs, the impact stinging your cheeks as he continued the motion, the relentless pull of his foreskin against your walls burning through your body as you arched your chest into Tom’s face, his teeth capturing one of your nipples and biting down hard, a mixture of pain and pleasure exploding through your body as you felt another orgasm building up in you.

“Tom, I-I’m gonna cum again” you panted, it all felt too much but his lips replaced his teeth and he sucked relentlessly on your nub, tears leaking down your face as you came again, squirting onto Tom’s lap, it splashed off of where you skin met and soaked the bottom of Tom’s shirt, something you’re sure he would enjoy and avoid washing it for at least a couple days. Your body shook as everything went fuzzy, your head throwing back in pleasure causing your neck to crack but you didn’t care, too focused on the overstimulation of the fact your boyfriend's thrust had not slowed, in fact they had sped up.

“Tom, can’t-I can’t, it's too much” you whimpered, your body feeling like an ember as Tom flipped your positions, your back meeting the cushions of the couch as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

“You’re gonna take it baby,” he demanded, knowing that if you really needed it to stop you would say the safe word. “I’m close baby, but I’m gonna make you cum a third time before I fill you with my cum, like the little cum slut you are,” his voice was shaky, he was fighting against his orgasm, wanting to see you fall apart one more time before he came and ceased his movement. Your body hadn’t fully recovered from your last orgasm when you felt your third one building already.

“Tommy, I’m-” you didn’t finish the sentence, a mixture of cold and warm pleasure beginning to burn in your cunt, overtaking the veins in your lips and spreading down your thighs to your feet, toes curling in response as the feeling moved up as well, igniting your breasts and your mouth falling slack, your whole body going tense and Tom kept thrusting into you, cumming deep inside of your cunt with loud shouts of your name, but you couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. You came back when he pulled all the way out of you, grabbing his wet cock in his hand and jerking the rapidly softening flesh, letting the final spools of cum shoot from the slit in the tip and fall onto your sweaty cum covered frame. You watched as the white ropes landed on your skin, admiring how they looked till you couldn’t hold your head up anymore, letting it fall back into the cushions, eyes falling shut as your body went slack. Tom’s eyes widened as he saw this, worry rising in his body as you lacked motion, your breath too shallow and your sudden collapse leading him to think that something was seriously wrong.

“Love?” he asked tentatively, praying that you responded.

“Hmm?” you groaned, eyes fluttering open and meeting his worried orbs, highly contrasting to the pitch black shade of desire that they had been moments before.

“Oh thank god, I thought I had fucked you to death, and though you brought it upon yourself that isn’t how I was hoping this saturday would end” his words making you giggle.

“I just needed that dick” you spoke as you tried to sit up, only to have Tom wrap his arms around you and pick you up, The cum that was on your torso rubbing against his shirt, now marking it with the both of your guys cum.

“And you got it, now you need a bath” he kissed the top of you head softly as he lead you to the bathroom.

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howtobangyourmonster · 3 years

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TomTom the Minotaur, Pt. 1

Minotaur man with human woman, vaginal fingering

When attempting to traverse an eldritch forest hell bent on leading you astray, it's vital to hire a guide with an excellent sense of direction. It's less vital that he be charming and sexy, but it sure helps pass the time.

“Worth every penny.” That's what his reviews say.

Seeing him in person, I feel less anxious about the journey ahead. Tall and broad, his skin a gorgeous dark brown speckled over in white freckles like stars, horns gleaming and wickedly curved and broad as his shoulders. He'd be intimidating if it wasn't for the kindness of his face. He's damn handsome, but that's not why I hired him. Well, not the only reason.

His mouth curves in an easy smile as I approach. He looks down at me as he finishes rolling the sleeves of his plaid button-down up, revealing the sculpted muscles of his massive forearms. “You must be Stella.”

I shake his hand, my own completely swallowed in his, though his grip is gentle and warm. “Yes, and you're Tom?”

“Yes, ma'am. Your email said this is your first time crossing the Briarwood?” he asks, friendly brown eyes crinkled at the corners in polite curiosity.

“It is, and I'm pretty nervous about it actually.” I admit.

“Understandable, it's a very disorienting place, especially for humans. I'll get you through it, don't you worry. My family has been guiding people through for generations, I practically grew up in there. I've never lost a traveler.”

His confidence is earned; he's legendary even among guides and has the rating to prove it on NaviGate. His services have the price tag to match. Too many people try to cross on their own, or turn to disreputable-but-cheap “guides” who most likely ditch their charges and pocket the money. Disappearances are commonplace. I don't want that to be me.

“I'm counting on your reputation's accuracy, TomTom.” I smirk.

“Are they still calling me that?” he grimaces, one hand rubbing the back of his neck(and putting his glorious biceps on display). “Embarrassing nicknames aside, I don't want you to worry. I'm taking you the safest way though the woods. It's the slowest route, but we won't run into trouble. Should be very boring.”

“Boring is good! I've got all my gear,” I gesture with my head to the large camping backpack I'm sporting. “I'm trying to just think of it as a long camping trip.”

“That's good, that's basically what it is. We're not getting anywhere near any settlements or dens in there, we shouldn't see anyone else the whole time. I hope you brought something to keep you entertained.”

“I've got a bunch of digital books and podcasts downloaded, and a solar battery. And a couple print books.”

“Good call, sometimes the sun doesn't break through the canopy for a few days.” Tom hefts his own massive pack onto his back, hooking his thumbs into the straps. “Shall we?”

I follow him as we take our first steps onto the trailhead that, with his help, should deliver me safely through the Briarwoods, one month from now.

“I kinda expected it to be more...creepy in here.” I say.

Tom chuckles. “Yeah, I hear that a lot. I think it would actually be less sinister if it did look more creepy and dark and gloomy. It's not just that the path shifts and changes, it's that the forest tries to distract you as well as disorient. Like...look up ahead there.”

He points off to the left, up along the trail, to a meadow of golden grass waving in a gentle breeze. The edges of the meadow disappear into a grove of quaking aspen trees, leaves shimmering like golden coins as they catch the light. Suddenly, the whisper of wings reaches me as hundreds of iridescent green butterflies rise from the meadow in a dazzling display of color.

“...Wow.” I breathe.

“Yeah. It's pretty. And absolutely a trap. You set one foot in there, you'll be asleep in seconds.”

I peek into the grass as we pass the meadow, making sure to keep my feet well within the trail. I see bones poking out of the dark earth, and a sunbleached skull staring eyeless at the sky. With a shudder, I turn back to Tom.

The first week of our journey is pretty straightforward. He points out the forest's traps and lures to me. After one incident where I nearly wandered off, following some windswept notes of birdsong(“That wasn't a bird...” he warns), Tom takes to holding my hand as we walk through particularly dangerous stretches of the trail. I certainly don't mind. At night he sleeps in front of the entrance to our shared tent, to keep me from wandering off without waking him. When it happens, he turns me back to my sleeping bag and gently hushes me until I lay back down and sleep. And then teases me mercilessly in the morning.

“If you're so keen on a night stroll, just wake me up, I'd be happy to keep you company.” he winks.

“It's not my fault! It's the damn sirens!” I laugh.

“They're not really sirens.” Tom says. “It's just the forest trying to trick you.”

We're sharing a meal during a lunch rest in a rather lovely spot next to a river. The sun has actually made an appearance today, so I have my solar charger out.

“What's the scariest thing you've ever encountered in the forest?” I ask.

Tom is very still for a while, brow furrowed as he considers his answer. “I think...the scariest times are when the forest has gotten to know you, and it knows what you're afraid of, and it uses that against you.”

He says this very quietly, with the manner of someone who speaks from experience. I don't pry further.

The river is safe, he says, and clear. We take the opportunity to wash clothes and refill canteens.

“Do we have to get back on the trail, or can I wash? I feel pretty grimy...”

“You set the pace, Stella, I'm just here to keep you out of trouble.” he grins. “I wouldn't mind getting clean either. You go ahead first, I'll keep my back to the water, and you just keep talking to me so I know you're alright.”

“Such a gentleman, respecting my modesty.” I tease. I peel off my trail clothes from that morning and give them a quick wash, hanging them up to dry on the line with the other clothes, while I chat with Tom's back. The water is cold and bracing, but invigorating.

“It'll be a few days before we come across another safe water source.” Tom says. “There's a spring we should run into tomorrow but you can absolutely not touch it.”

I drag my nails through my hair, raking the dirt and debris out of it before rinsing it in the river. “Is it cursed? Haunted?”

“It's a mouth.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

I dry off with the superabsorbent camping towel I bought for this trip, slip on my pajama shorts and a tshirt, and join Tom where he sits on a log. “Your turn!”

Tom stands and steps back over the log toward the river. I keep my back to him as he strips off his shirt, but my curiosity gets the better of me and I glance back over my shoulder. He bends down to take off his boots, and I take in the sight of his impressive backside straining the seams of his jeans. I'm lost in daydreams when he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of the jeans and pushes them down around his hips, taking his briefs with them. The lines of muscle in his back, the play of light and shadow over the planes and curves of his body are stunning. He bends down to remove the clothes and catches me staring, doing a double-take at my expression.

“Hey, what about my modesty?” he asks with a cheeky grin, one eyebrow lifted in challenge.

I whip my head back around, cheeks burning. “I'm sorry, that was...so inappropriate of me!”

He laughs, voice like warm caramel. “Minotaurs bathe communally, I'm not shy.”

I keep my eyes focused on my shoes. “I went to a minotaur-owned bathhouse in Alberta with my mom once.”

I cringe. Why did I feel the need to say that?

“Yeah? What did you think?” he asks.

“It was nice, I really loved the olive oil soaps.”

“I have some in my pack, can you fish one out for me?”

My mind short-circuits for a second. I dig through the pockets of Tom's pack until I find one of the small bars. When I turn to face Tom, my mouth goes dry.

He's standing hip-deep in the river, sunlight reflecting off the water and making his rich sable coat glisten. His head is tipped back, arms up as he arches his back, and it's obvious he's putting on a show for me. So I indulge myself, and let my eyes trail over his biceps, his horns, the thick corded muscles of his neck, rivulets of water dripping down his body. The firm planes of his abs ripple under the smooth skin that replaces the coat of his shoulders and back. Those white starry freckles splash here, too, and I follow their trail down to a thicker nest of hair where his hips meet the water.

When I manage to drag my eyes back up to his face, he's watching me with amusement.

“I love the way your skin pinks like that when you're embarrassed.” his voice is a deep rumble. He tips his head down to look at me, the gold rings in his ears and nose sparkling at me. “Or...maybe you're turned on, not embarrassed at all.”

Feeling bold, I wade into the river, not caring that my shorts and tee are now soaked and clinging to my skin. From the way Tom is staring, he doesn't care either. I hold out the soap.

“Did you need this?”

“Thanks.” he plucks the soap from my hand, lathers it up, and begins working the suds over his chest, never breaking eye contact. “Your clothes are all wet, Stella. You should hang them up to dry.”

I consider the implications for a moment, before deliberately turning away and wading back to the shore, acutely aware of my clothes clinging to the curves of my ass, my breasts. I peel them off, bending at the waist with my ass directed Tom's way, and I'm rewarded with his deep rumble of approval. Straightening, I wring the clothes out and hang them on the line, glancing over my shoulder at Tom. He's washing his arms, flexing them more than is strictly necessary.

In for a penny, in for a pound...

I wade back out to him and hold my hand out for the soap. “Looks like you could use a hand?”

The smile he graces me with is wickedness incarnate. “Obliged, ma'am.”

I lather up the soap in my hands and move around him to his back, running my hands up along his spine and fanning them out over his shoulders, as high as I can reach. He makes a pleased sound, deep in his chest, as I massage the soap into his shoulders, where his coat is thicker. I use my nails to rake the soap through, gratified as his head tips back and he moans. Moving on, I scrub down his back, appreciating how hard his muscles feel under my hands. I palm his firm ass and he laughs over his shoulder at me.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Extremely so. Are you typically so hands-on with your clients?” I ask.

“Are you this hands-on with all your guides?” he counters.

“Only when they're as gorgeous as you.”

“So not frequently then.” he says. I laugh at his brazen confidence, deserved though it is. “Here, let me.”

He gently turns me around and massages the soap into my back, his large hands feel heavenly as they work out the knots and soreness in my muscles from a week of sleeping on a camp cot. I moan and lean into his touch.

“I like that sound. I'd like to make you make it again.” he says, digging his thumb into a stubborn muscle. I moan louder, my knees nearly buckling. I can feel his cock hardening against my back. His voice is low and heavy with promise in my ear. “I'd like to do a lot of things, if you're interested...”

I reach up and take hold of his hands, pulling them around to my breasts. He kneads them, slippery with soap, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peak.

He reaches one hand down below the water and brushes his fingers between my legs, a tentative questioning touch. I nod eagerly and spread my legs more to allow him access. Tom uses his other hand to guide my arms up around his neck, my back arched and pressed to his chest.

“Hold onto me.” he whispers as his fingers slip between my folds and find my clit. I whimper as he starts rubbing small, slow circles. His cock is hard and hot against my back as I buck my hips into his hand. His other hand reaches under my thigh to lift up my leg, spreading me further. “I've got you, I won't let you slip.”

I let go of his shoulders and grab onto his horns as he bends his head over me to kiss the top of my head. The finger on my clit pauses to push back the hood, then resumes its assault. The increased sensation has me crying out, emboldened by our solitude.

“Fuck, I'm so close, Tom...”

He slips a finger inside me, slowly working me open on his hand, then adds another. The stretch combined with the pressure on my clit is deliciously agonizing. I'm only dimly aware that I'm begging him to fuck me.

“Oh, you're not ready for that, Stella. Not yet.” he says, pumping his fingers in and out of me with deft turns of his wrist. “Need to work up to taking my cock, don't wanna hurt you.”

I whimper. “Please, I need more...”

Tom works his fingers deeper and faster, dragging them against the sweet spot inside me that has me seeing stars, and I come gasping. He slowly works me through it, whispering how good I feel spasming around his fingers, how he wishes it was his cock, how he wants to watch me ride him.

I'm limp as he lifts me out of the water and carries me back to the shore, the soap long forgotten and lost downriver. He balances me on one of his massive thighs as he digs in his pack for a towel to lay out, then lays me down on it.

“Wait, you didn't come.” I protest, reaching out for him.

“You can make it up to me later.” he winks. I watch him take down our dry clothes and the clothesline, pulling on his fresh clothes and boots. He brings me a change of clothes and helps me pull them on. “How're your muscles feeling?”

“They feel great.” I admit with a lazy smile. “You have some magic hands.”

“I look forward to showing you what else I can do.” Tom helps me shoulder my pack and we continue down the trail, away from the river's edge and into the deeper woods.

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe5JcUMn/

Imagine doing this with Tom but the boys ask you questions about each other

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Part of every great relationship is seeing who knows more about each other. You’ve got Tom down pretty well, considering he’s a blabber mouth during interviews and with you. Now, you’re willing to put it to the test. Tom’s competitive like that, so he won’t give up a challenge.

It was a silly tiktok that happened to land on your for-you-page, that sparked the idea, but now it’s unraveled into a true competition. You’ve got a simple pair of sweats on, and an oversized shirt. Tom also has his grey sweats on, and a navy blue tee that accentuates the bulge of his biceps.

Two water bottles are filled with iced water, thanks to Harry and his need to make everything extreme. Harrison places two towels on a chair beside the patio table. Yeah, you’re doing this outside, so not only is the water refreshing during this (rare) London sunshine, but it’s also easier for clean-up duty.

“Get ready to lose, love,” Tom strides out the back door with such cocky confidence that you roll your eyes — playfully, of course.

You scoff roughly to feed into the atmosphere. “As if, Tommy. You’ll be kissing my ass.”

“He does that anyways,” Harrison pipes up, commenting like the little shit that he is.

Harry makes a pained expression, one of disgust, and you laugh at him, Tom joining you. “Ugh, Harrison! Did you really need to say that?”

“Hey,” he raises his hands in surrender, “He’s your brother.”

“Are we ready?” Tom interrupts, picking up one of the water bottles, handing the other to you.

“Thank you,” you say in an accent.

“But of course, darling,” he says back in his best Victorian-English accent. You giggle, and then motion for Sam to begin the recording. Your phone records from its place in the tripod, and Harry reads off the first question on his index card.

“When did Tom first break his nose?”

“Uhm…” you’re bending your knees slightly, ready to squirt Tom with water despite the fact that it’s his turn. “20… 17?” You cower away as Tom giggles while spraying you. “I wasn’t done guessing!”

“You get one guess!” He says back, laughing at your wet face and now splotchy shirt.

You roll your eyes, “Next question!”

Tom chuckles and so does Harry, and Harrison reads out the next question. “Who’s Y/N’s favorite villain?”

Tom’s brows furrow and he freezes for a moment, arms coming out in bewilderment. “I don’t know? Who would know that?!”

“Me!” Harry says while you squirt Tom. Immediately, his curls dampen and then flatten completely, wetted by the cold water.

“Agh!” He shrieks, wiping at his eyes. “I didn’t even guess!”

“Ooh!” Harrison raises his hand like a child. “I have a good one!”

You raise your eyebrows before encouraging him to continue.

“What’s Tom most cocky about?”

You smirk, something that makes Tom raise a suspicious eyebrow. “His bedroom skills.”

Harry gasps in surprise at such a blunt response, and Tom’s mouth hits the floor. “Y/N!” Your mouth opens too and in a matter of seconds, you use a hand to cover your mouth in shock. Harrison gasps in realization too, and Tom looks around at everyone as if you’re all crazy.

“What?”

“You didn’t squirt me!” You yell, pointing a finger at him and cheering.

“Damn, Y/N!” Harrison cheers. “She got it right, mate!”

“Screw you guys,” Tom pouts, and you laugh harder, coming down to your senses to continue the game.

“Aren’t you glad I know you so well?” You tease. Tom doesn’t miss a beat when replying.

“Yeah, and how’d you know about my arrogant bedroom antics?”

“Ewww,” Harry winces. “You two are disgusting.”

“Disgustingly cute,” You smile brightly, so much so that it makes Tom laugh.

“Tom,” Harry says, “How does Y/N like her tea?”

Tom pulls his brows together while he ponders the question. You’re so ready to spray him with the water, because he makes tea every morning yet never seems to pay attention. “She… doesn’t drink tea!”

You let out a loud laugh, squeezing the bottle with all your might and watching it hit Tom’s hair and face in content. “Tom, even you know that’s not true!” you laugh, looking at the boys with a bizarre expression.

“Fuck, I know,” He whines, clearing his eyes of the fresh water.

“Your shirt is literally drenched.”

“Would you rather it be off?”

“I mean…” You match his smirk, but before you go any further, Harrison breaks it up.

“We’re still filming!”

“Last question!” Harry squeals.

“What’s Tom’s zodiac sign?”

You look at them, stifling a laugh. “That’s like asking what his birthday is!”

“Well, what is it?!”

“He’s a gemini!” You squeal, protecting yourself.

“I get an extra point for the shit question,” Tom quickly brings the water bottle over your head, squeezing harshly. The veins that run along his arms and hands pop out while he does this, and you run from your spot, shivering from the cold sensation.

“Hey—!” Tom runs after you, but you splash him in the face. Tom squirts back, accidentally hitting Harry during his attempt to splash you again. Harry gasps, hoodie dampening, and he stands hastily, grabbing one of the spare bottles and getting Tom square in the face.

Tom has to stop chasing you from the shock of the cold liquid running down his face. “Harry!”

“You got me first!”

“Yeah, by accident, you div!” He extends his arms to squirt him again, but Harry steps out of the way and Tom’s water hits Harrison’s chest, shirt drenching in the water.

“Aw, c’mon!” Harrison yells. Hastily, he picks up the remaining water bottle and goes after Tom, who simultaneously outruns both boys and continues chasing you. You run backwards for a bit of time, wetting Tom’s front while Harry get’s Tom’s backside.

“You fuckers!” Sam yells from his seat on the patio, beside Tessa. “The video ended!” None of you bother stopping though, and as Tom makes the distance towards you, you squeal, squeezing the bottle until all the water runs out.

“Catch me! I dare you!”

“Just you wait, love,” Tom steals Harry’s bottle, who then gasps in surprise at the action. “I’m gonna get you.”

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Bobby’s Playdate Part 2

Part 1

The pandemic is keeping Tom idling in London by himself. One positive is that wearing the mask helps him avoid recognition, allowing him to wander in the park with his dog, Bobby. On one of their walks, Bobby becomes smitten with a dog named Lulu and Tom is equally enchanted by her human. Can the Hiddleston men manage to find a way to see the lovely ladies again?

Tom Hiddleston/OFC

Chapter 2 of4

Rated M - Pandemic, Fluff, Quarantine, Masks, Adorable Puppies, Meet Cute, Second Part May (will) Contain Smut

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The day had started out like every other since the lock down began. Leia had slept late, having no where to go. A cold, wet kiss on her nose from Lulu woke her up when the pup could no longer wait to be let out and grumbling she had taken her out for a quick walk up and down the block. After two cups of coffee and some melon, Leia had realized that after three months of enforced solitude, both she and her dog had gotten decidedly surly. It was time to get out, even if it was only to the local park.

Lulu’s excitement when she took out the little pink and white checked dress had been enough to put a smile on Leia’s face. Really, the small dog was a ridiculous creature, but she could be such a bundle of sunshine. After they were both outfitted – Lulu in her dress and Leia in a comfy outfit and mask, they made their way to the nearby park, enjoying a leisurely stroll around the newly green paths. She wished that Lulu was not too timid to play in the dog run, but after spending a year in the shelter the poor thing was terrified of other dogs.

That was why she was so surprised when Lulu’s tale began to wag excitedly. Normally she would have been cowering and whimpering in fear at the sound of another dog approaching, but for once her reaction was completely different. She jumped up from where she had been snuggling on Leia’s lap and perked up her ears, tongue lolling out happily. When the chocolate spaniel came trotting around the bend, she even jumped of Leia and strained at the leash to meet him.

Keeping a tight hold on Lulu’s leash, Leia let her eyes travel up the lead attached to the strange dog. It was quite a long trip, as it happened, past a pair of long legs in torn jogging pants, a faded shirt that would once have been bright blue, and a plain black mask until she got to a set of smiling blue eyes that made her heart stop.

“I’m sorry,” the man said, “I promise he is completely friendly.”

She had known who he was instantly, of course. No face mask could disguise those cheek bones, the copper curls that brushed his collar, or the baby blues that had sent a million fan girls swooning. If she had had any doubts, one word from that sinful voice, a verbal caress of polite friendliness, would have stamped it out. She had seen almost all of his movies, after all, and quite a number of his promotional appearances as well.

“It’s okay, so is she,” she replied struggling to keep her voice normal and grateful for the mask that hid her stunned initial gape. “You know, she’s usually quite shy, but she seems to like him! May I pet him?”

And then Tom Hiddleston – The Tom Hiddleston! – had sat down on the bench next to her while she petted Bobby and struck up a casual conversation! She had kept her eyes on the pups at first, afraid that if she looked at him, he would see the excitement and intimidation in her eyes. He introduced himself, needlessly, of course, and she gave him her name in a kind of daze. She realized that he had only provided his first name and had the quick flash of insight that he might be enjoying the idea of anonymity. If that were the case, she would not want to spoil it for him by gushing. Uncertain of what to do, she let the obvious joke about her name lead her to mentioning Marvel characters. That way, she decided, he would have a segue to talking about his career should he want to. When he let it slide and quickly changed the subject, she decided that her assumption must have been correct.

Which was absolutely fine with her! She was sitting and talking to Tom Hiddleston! While she would, of course, love to pick his brain about Loki, or Shakespeare, or any of a dozen projects, she was more than happy to listen to him discuss his dog in that proud pappa voice. By the time she had told him the story behind Lulu’s dress excitement she was reasonably settled and could actually manage to look him in the eye without blushing.

She had met a few famous people in her time as a London tour guide, and many of them had been a colossal let down. Tom was not one of them. He was everything she had ever imagined or hoped he would be. Kind, funny, clever, a little prone to talk on about any subject he happened on, but in all a delightful conversation partner. She was disappointed but not surprised when he had to leave, but she didn’t want to be too greedy; it was already one of the most magical afternoons of his life. When he mentioned running into them again, she almost squealed with excitement, just barely managing to keep her face impassive.

Thus began a fairy tale of month for Leia and Lulu. After two days of rain, during which she was certain he would forget all about her, they had found the boys again at the same spot. Leia half wondered if she were simply dreaming, but if so, she had no desire to wake up. They met up with Tom and Bobby most days, walking for hours sometimes as they discussed London, their childhoods, school. She learned quickly that he changed the subject instinctively whenever anything came up that might lead to his career. She could respect that. It must be hard, she thought, being always in the public eye. For her own part, Leia tacitly decided to keep the subject of her book a secret. After all, a fantasy story based on Norse Mythology, with Loki playing a leading role, was bound to bring up the sort of conversation he obviously wished to avoid.

As time went on, she began to forget he was a movie star and just think of him as her friend, insane as that struck her when she stopped to look at it. Oh, she was still absurdly attracted to him, but it was no longer for his stunning character portrayals or teasing banter with interviewers. No, the teasing banter she was interested in now was much more personal for her. He was delightful company, unfailingly polite, quick with a wickedly funny comment or a profound musing on life. In short, Leia was well and truly smitten. Hopelessly, she thought with a sigh.

When he invited her to his home, she could barely believe it. A casual acquaintance in the park was one thing, a dinner chez Hiddleston was completely different. She knew it was in large part for the sake of the puppies, and that was fine. Lulu was as besotted with Bobby as Leia was with Tom, only in this case it was obviously mutual. Leia would just have to be careful to guard her heart. She was not a part of his real life, and she needed to remember that, even if they never discussed it.

***

Bobby started barking seconds before the buzzer rang, his tail wagging back and forth at a frantic pace. Tom, scarcely less excited, gave a quick glance in the mirror before slipping on his mask and opening the door.

Leia stood on his doorstep looking even more lovely than usual. Her simple leggings and long tee had been replaced by a pretty, floral sundress in shades of red and yellow and her hair, usually tied up or back, was long and curling about her shoulders. Tom swallowed and tried to keep his eyes from doing too obvious an up and down of her body. It was difficult, considering the shape of her legs and amount of them showing. Lulu’s yip drew his eyes down to her, and he saw that she was dressed in a purple polka dotted number for the evening, her hair sporting several sparkly clips to keep her braids from coming undone.

“Hi, welcome!” he greeted them, straining to keep Bobby from leaping out the door. “Won’t you come in?”

“Thanks,” she smiled with her eyes as he ushered her inside.

“You found the place alright?”

“Your directions were perfect,” she assured him, glancing around at his newly bare entryway. “It’s quite the posh street you live on! I don’t think I’ve ever been into one of these houses.”

“Oh, it’s just like any other home,” he said modestly, feeling stupid as he did. His house had an electronic gate (that he had left unlocked for her) and a private surveillance system. He knew it was not the usual home. “I can give you a tour later if you like.”

“I’d love that. Whatever you have cooking smells delicious!”

“Thanks. I’ll have to check on it in a bit. For now, though, why don’t we go out back? I have some drinks chilling.”

He gestured for her to proceed him and subtly steered her past the kitchen and living room and out the sliding glass doors into the back. The yard was pretty, a nice square plot with flowers growing along the fence on three sides and one large tree giving shade. A table with four chairs and a grill stood on a little stone area, and Tom had set it up with a selection of glasses for beer, wine, and mixed drinks. A pitcher of iced water stood next to a bottle of dry rose in an ice bucket, and another small bucket contained iced beers.

“Here you go, Bobby,” he unleashed the spaniel who instantly tore off around the yard, looking for his favorite toy. “Why don’t you two have a nice frolic.”

“Oh Lulu, this will be fun!” Leia cooed to her pup, also removing her dog’s leash.

As the little dog scampered off after Bobby, Tom took a deep breath and turned to her owner. Now was the moment he had been waiting for.

“I suppose since we are alone and outside and all… as long as we stay six feet apart… would you mind?” he gestured towards his mask.

“Not at all. Oh, and I got my negative test results back. I have a copy on my phone if you want to see them!” she offered.

“No need, I trust you,” he was quick to assure her. “I got mine as well.”

It was strange – until a few months ago he would have felt tremendously awkward wearing a mask around another person. Even when he had needed to wear one for a few scenes in Only Lovers Left Alive it had seemed tremendously cumbersome and rather silly. Now though, Tom realized that he could not remember the last time he had been around another person without one. There was something shockingly intimate in the act of taking it off in front of Leia, and he found himself feeling almost shy. Blushing a bit, he unhooked the straps from around his ears and took the fabric from in front of his mouth, setting it on one of the chairs.

His eyes fastened on her as she reached up to do the same, the red mask peeling away to reveal a small bow of a mouth, pink lips curved in a slight smile. Her chin was slightly pointed and had a cute little half dimple to one side. Smile lines were just barely visible and added to the appeal of her face. It was a very kissable mouth, he decided.

“Hi,” he said, rather fatuously, face breaking into a sheepish grin. “I’m Tom.”

“Hi Tom,” she smiled back, and his heart skipped a beat. “I’m Leia.”

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other, until he cleared his throat and pointed to a chair.

“Please, have a seat,” he managed to say. “As you see, I have wine, beer, water, or I could make you a cocktail if you’d rather. Or lemonade if you prefer a soft drink…” he realized he was babbling and cut himself off.

“Wine would be nice,” she said, sitting down and crossing one long leg over the other, giving him a lovely glimpse of her thigh.

“Right, wine it is,” he said, uncorking the bottle and grabbing a glass. “I hope it’s alright. My sister loves this brand, she brought it when she was here last, and it is better than anything I would have known to get.”

“Not a wine guy?” she asked, accepting the glass from him.

“Oh, I like a good hearty red with a steak now and then, and I will definitely have some with dinner tonight – I hope you like Italian, by the way – but for casual drinking, I’m more of a beer or scotch fan myself.”

While he prattled on Tom opened up one of the beers and poured it into a pint glass. When the foam had gone down a bit, he raised the glass and tilted it towards her.

“To deepening new friendships,” he dared to say, eyes finding hers.

They clinked their glasses, and he took a long sip of the hoppy beverage, hoping he hadn’t over stepped.

“To embracing human interaction!” she added. “Selectively, of course.”

Well, she obviously didn’t recognize him. That was a relief. He had been half worried that she would shriek, or become tongue tied, or worse. It was remarkable to him how many women seemed to have extreme reactions to meeting him. He was so ordinary! Just an overgrown ginger kid from Wimbledon. It wasn’t like they were meet Daniel Day Lewis for god’s sake. On the other hand, he couldn’t help feeling the tiniest twinge of disappointment. He worked hard at his job, after all, and was proud of the reputation he had developed and of the work he had done. It was strange, with how up on everything Leia always seemed, that she didn’t have any knowledge of Marvel at least, or The Night Manager. Still, some people didn’t watch a lot of movies and TV, or if they did it was more intellectual fare.

They both leaned back in their chairs and watched the dogs play chase back and forth. Tom found his eyes drifting back to her, staring at her mouth. He had never realized just how much a person’s mouth said about them. Leia’s smiled as a default, giving her a more youthful look than she had when it was covered. There was something fresh and approachable about her that he was drawn to.

The conversation was light and easy. Neither of them had been doing much of anything lately, so they resorted to telling older stories from their childhoods. Tom was amused to think of Leia playing with her friends, insisting that no, she wanted to be Han Solo despite what her thoughtless parents had named her. Tom, of course, had wanted to play all of the characters, and delighted her with his spot-on Darth Vadar and Grand Moff Tarkin impressions.

“You were a terror, weren’t you?” she laughed as he described bossing his sister about the correct way to make the light saber noises.

“A bit, yeah,” he admitted. “Emma and Sarah would probably say more than a bit. They had it coming though.”

“I’m sure they would agree with that, too,” she said sarcastically.

“It’s not my fault they couldn’t take direction,” he grinned. “I’m sure you would have made an excellent Han Solo. With the proper lessons.”

“Perhaps you can make me your student after dinner, if we have enough wine,” she suggested.

He knew she meant it innocently enough, but he felt a blush creep up his cheeks at the image her words planted in his mind. Leia in a schoolgirl outfit, bent over his desk flashing through his brain was enough to make him reach for his beer and gulp down more than was advisable. She seemed to realize after a moment, as she too reached for her glass and took a long swallow.

Lulu chose that moment to break away from where they had been digging around the tree and came running over to them, something grimy hanging from her mouth.

“What have you got there, peanut?” Leia sked, sounding a bit relieved.

“She seems to have unearthed one of Bobby’s treasures,” Tom smiled, glad of the distraction himself.

“Here, princess, you want me to throw it for you?”

Leia held out her hand and she happily dropped the toy into it. Tom looked at the toy and felt his jaw go slack and his eyes frantic. It was Loki. Of course it was. One of Bobby’s favorite toys, naturally, given to him during the lead up to one of the movies, the thick ropes of green and gold formed a long God of Mischief chew toy/tug of war combo, complete with horns. Tom licked his lips, glancing quickly at Leia, only to see that she was smiling down at her fluffy pup.

“Oh, Lulu, Look! It’s just like yours, only a bit more loved,” she said with a laugh. “Good girl, saving the handsome prince from a shallow grave. Loki never stays dead for long!”

With another laugh she took the toy and threw it across the yard, Lulu and Bobby both quickly scampering off after it. Tom gaped at her, uncertain what to say.

“You must have a lot of those,” she commented off handedly.

“You… you know?” he stammered.

“Know what?”

“Who I am?” it sounded stupid and conceited to his own ears.

“Well, I hope so since I’m in your home.”

“No, I mean you know what I do for a living,” he ground out, feeling like an utter ass.

“Of course,” she told him, quirking her lips.

“Since when?” he choked out.

“Since the first day. You’re not exactly easy to mistake, Tom.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You didn’t seem to want to talk about it. I figured it must get old, people falling all over themselves around you, treating you like you’re not even human.”

“Yeah. Yeah it does.”

“So I took my cue from you.”

“I see,” he was completely flummoxed. “And you have a Loki toy? For Lulu, I mean?”

“Of course, he’s our favorite! Poor, misunderstood boy. You know, I am glad I have the opportunity to tell you now how good you are. And not just as Loki. You were breath taking in Betrayal.”

“You saw Betrayal?”

“Twice. Stunning work.”

He knew his mouth was opening and closing stupidly, but he couldn’t seem to stop it. She had known, all this time. She had been humoring him by not talking about it. He was not entirely sure how to feel about that.

“Tom is everything alright?” she asked, sounding concerned.

“Was that why you talked to me?” he heard himself asking. “Why you agreed to come over? Because I am famous?”

“No,” she said slowly. “I came over because you asked, and because I like you. Yes, I was a bit star struck at first, but I got past it. Are you angry? I just assumed you realized.”

“No. No, I didn’t. I… I should go check on dinner.”

“Tom, really, are you okay?”

“Yeah, absolutely. Be right back.”

Turning tail, he fled into the house, mind in complete turmoil at the new turn of events.

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Room For Two | Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Summary: After a long weekend at the Denver Comic-Con, you were just looking for a quiet evening. That plan is out the window when all the planes are grounded at the airport and Tom arrives at your door. With no other rooms available in the city, Tom asks to share your room for the night. Just one problem, there is only a king bed in the room.

Warnings: fluff

“Finally.“

The hotel door slammed behind you as you let a sigh go. The past three days had been a whirlwind of panels, interviews, and autographs. It was only through multiple cups of coffee you were still standing. The Denver Comic-Con was the latest stop in the unending promotional tour.

You throw your shoes off and flopped onto the king bed in your room. You contemplate what to do first, a hot shower or order food as you massage your sore feet. The growl from your stomach decided for you and you lean towards the nightstand to pick up the phone.

“Room Service,” a cheery male voice answered as you hit the auto dial button.

“Hi, can I get the grass-fed burger, Caesar salad, and the Caprese pizza, please?”

“Charged to Room 1415?”

“Yes, please.”

“It will be 30 to 40 minutes.”

“Thank you.”

You hung up the phone and allow your head to sink into the pillows. You seriously contemplated falling asleep right now and hope you wake up when room service knocks. But you decided to wash the layer of the day off your body.

As you head to the bathroom, you shed your clothes piece by piece, tossing them on the floor along your way. You make a mental note to make sure you pick it up before room service gets there. You flicked the shower water on and turned it up as hot as tolerable. Once the water warmed up, you stepped in and let the near scalding water pour over your body. The tension left your shoulders and neck and the grime of the day, both literal and figurative, washed away. You wanted to stay under that hot water for an eternity but after about ten minutes you turned the water off and stepped into a fluffy bathrobe. As you exited the bathroom, you got an insistent knock on the door.

“That can’t possible be room service,” you muttered as you look through the peephole.

Instead of your food, you see a lanky ginger-haired gentleman rocking from side to side in front of your door.

“Tom?” you questioned as you open the door.

Tom turned on that smile.

“I hope I am not interrupting your evening. Do you mind if I come in for a minute?”

“Yes, come on in,” you stepped aside to allow him entry to the room. You noticed he was carrying a small duffel bag with him. “I thought you were flying out tonight.”

He pivoted around to face you.

“Funny thing. They grounded the flights. Someone thought flying drones in the air space was a good idea. After four hours, they sent everyone away.”

“Didn’t that same thing happen at Heathrow in December?”

“The same thing. They are calling it a copycat.”

“I am so sorry. If I can help, just say the word,” you commented as you turn to let him out the door. Tom does not follow.

“Well, that is the other funny thing. Because of the comic-con and the big education convention, there is not a spare room in the entire city.”

“You’re kidding me?”

“I am serious. Not even my original room was available. I thought about sleeping at the airport when I remembered you were staying a few days…”

Your eyes widened, realizing what Tom was asking.

“You want to stay… HERE?!”

Tom looked at the ground, scuffling his feet on the carpet.

“If you don’t mind.”

You looked to the single king bed in the room. Tom followed your gaze and then both of your faces reddened.

“I could sleep in the chair.” Tom gestured towards the armchair in the corner.

It was at least half his size and looked uncomfortable.

“No, that is not fair… We can…”

A knock interrupted your thought.

“SHIT!” you hissed as you pulled the bathrobe around your body, “that is room service.”

Tom held up his hands.

“I will handle it. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and make yourself decent?”

He made the last remark with a slight smirk on his face as his eyes raked over your still robed body. You throw him a dirty look as you grabbed your pajamas and shut the bathroom door.

Tom thanked the person who brought the food as you pulled a comic book t-shirt and well-worn pajama pants.

“Were you expecting company?” Tom yelled through the bathroom door.

You remembered your hunger induced over ordering.

“Are you judging me?” you retorted as you opened the door, smiling.

“Nope. I have always appreciated people with a healthy appetite. I must admit I am famished myself. Airport food is not my favorite.”

You suppressed a giggle as Tom eyed the burger. You gestured for him to dig in. Tom dug into the burger without a second thought and moans of satisfaction escaped his lips.

“Enjoying yourself?” you mumbled as you shove a forkful of salad in your own mouth, “I also appreciate a man with a joy for food, even such a high esteemed actor as yourself.”

Tom rolled his eyes. This was an ongoing joke between you two throughout filming. You mention his fame and him shutting you down every time.

“Please. None of that tonight. I am far too hungry and weary to fight you off.”

“Fair enough.”

***

The two of you eat the rest of the food in relative silence. Tom regal the tale of his ill-fated trip to the Denver airport and you shared crazy fan stories from the con. After every morsel and you bellies were full, the matter of sleeping arrangements came up once.

“So…” Tom started, looking once again towards the bed. “I am taking the chair.”

Your face once again reddened. You screwed up your courage to be an adult rather a hormone raging teenager.

“No, that is silly. You are like twice the size of that chair and it looks uncomfortable,” you wrinkled your nose, “Plus it is not like you and I have never shared a bed before.”

Tom had been a perfect gentleman and did everything in his power to make you comfortable during your first ever love scene. At the end of the day, the scene had made the film a hit. After that, you harbored a crush on the dashing Tom Hiddleston.

“True. So sharing the bed.”

You swallowed and nodded your head as if solidify your decision.

“Yep,” you get up and move the empty dishes to the door, “do you need to use the shower? You are more than welcome to use any of my toiletries. I promise there is nothing too girly smelling in there.”

“Thank you.”

Tom headed into the bathroom, taking his bag with him and the shower started soon after. You attempted to contain the mess of clothes on the bed. Not that it mattered.

You shoved all the clothes into the drawers and when the water stopped, you jumped underneath the covers. Tom strolled out. His shaggy locks were wet, and he was wearing pajama bottoms with a plain white tee. You could smell your soap wafting off of him. It was intoxicating.

“I took the right side. Is okay?” you commented, while playing with the edge of the sheet.

Tom laughed. “It’s fine, it is your room and I am the interloper.”

Tom slid into the bed on the left side and adjusted the pillows behind him.

“Would you like to watch a movie or something?” you picked up the remote.

“No thanks, darling. I am tired from the day. I bet you must be too. This is your first comic-con circuit, right?”

“Yeah, I guess I am tired too,” you lied.

You leaned over and switched off the light and plunged the room into darkness. You settled yourself into a night of sleeping. You arranged the pillows behind your head and then took one of the extra pillows and tucked off to one side to lie on. You turned towards Tom’s side to see him propped up on an elbow, taking in your sleep ritual.

“What in earth are you doing, Y/N?”

“I am getting ready for bed. What are you doing?”

“Watching you getting ready for bed. Do you always hug a pillow while sleeping?”

You made out a hint of a smile on his face.

“It is not hugging, it is for support,” you huffed down and wrap your arms around the pillow.

“For emotional support?” Tom countered.

“No.” you said, “I thought you were tired.”

“I am. But I am not too tired to watch this ritual. It is adorable. If you need to snuggle something, I am available.”

You reached over and smacked Tom in the chest.

“You are incorrigible. I’m fine. Go.. to.. sleep, Tom.”

“Suit yourself.”

Your sleep was fitful that night, tossing and turning all night. Around midnight, you threw the pillow to the ground and the comforter off your feet. Tom breathed heavy next to you. Tempted to elbow him in the ribs and wake him, you decided against it.

***

You woke the next morning to something warm and solid pressed up against the entire back side of your body. You attempted to roll over, but you realized something pinned your legs to the mattress. Craning your neck around, you see Tom pressed up against your back and his legs intertwined with yours.

Tom’s body was radiating heat, and you snuggled close to his body. You could feel his breath on your neck and you sighed to yourself.

If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.

As you continued to sink into his body, you inadvertently ground your ass into Tom’s crotch. You feel his erection through his thin pajama pants. Not even the great Tom Hiddleston was immune to morning wood. A soft moan escaped Tom’s lips, and he reached around your waist, pulling you in closer. Tom’s chin nuzzled into the crook on your neck and his hot breath tickled your skin.

You tried to extract yourself from his grip but only turned yourself around and now you were face to face with a sleeping Tom. His long lashes threatened to touch his cheeks and you let a sigh out at the sight of him.

Damn, why does he have to be so handsome!

The change of position caused Tom to stir and you see his eyes flutter open. With sleepy eyes, Tom noticed the space, or lack thereof, between the two of you and smirked.

“Morning, darling.”

“Morning, Tom.”

“I see you abandoned your pillow and went for something more satisfying.”

You scoffed, attempting to pull away from his grip but not trying too hard.

“I woke up with you wrapped around me. Perhaps you have a crush on me,” you joked.

Tom looked you dead in the eye.

“Perhaps I do. Perhaps I have been hiding away a secret torch for you since you first walked onto set. And perhaps I fear you would not reciprocate my feelings.”

You lied there in disbelief. Was Tom confessing his affections towards you? You didn’t know how to react.

“Perhaps you are wrong.” you parroted him, “Perhaps I would reciprocate your feelings. Perhaps I have been hiding a secret crush for you since the day of that bedroom scene.”

You looked up at him, again attempting to wriggle away. This time with more effort. Tom yanked you forward until the two of you were chest to chest.

“Perhaps I will just kiss you and see what happens.”

You opened your mouth to come back with a snappy comment but Tom leaned in and his lips met yours.

The kiss was everything you had imagined, but better. A warmth flowed through your body and you snaked your arms around Tom’s neck and pulled him closer. The two of you parted, breathing heavy.

“Wow,” Tom smiled with pride, “your breath smells.”

Both of you burst out into laughing.

“Your breath isn’t minty fresh either, darling,” Tom placed a quick peck on your lips. “Let’s get up, get dressed, and head downstairs for breakfast, Y/N.”

“Okay but you get ready first. I am not ready to get up.”

“Fair enough.”

Tom bounded out of bed and rustled through his bag before finding clean clothes. Just as he reached the bathroom door, his phone buzzed.

“Do you mind checking that, darling?”

You nodded, and he disappeared into the bathroom.

You picked up the phone and saw a text from Luke.

Tom?! Where are you? You didn’t answer your phone last night. It took some persuading, but I got your suite back at the Hyatt. Please call me back. I hope you didn’t end up sleeping in the airport.

That little liar! Tom had manipulated you to spend the night. What a sneak! Your initial anger gave way to mischief and joy. If not for Tom’s little subterfuge, the two of you may have never gotten together. Still, you couldn’t let him get away with his little scheme scot-free.

You seated yourself at the edge of the bed, legs crossed and his phone in your hand. Tom came out in jeans and a shirt, a toothbrush in his mouth. He looked at you confused.

“Who was it?” he questioned, taking his toothbrush out of his mouth.

You smirked, “Oh just Luke.”

“What did he want, love,” he came over and placed a minty kiss on your forehead, “everything all right?”

“Yeah,” you wiped the remnants of toothpaste off your face, “he was just worried you slept in the airport, instead of your old suite in the hotel.”

Tom’s smile fell from his face.

“I can explain…”

You stood up and walked until you were toe to toe.

“Oh? And what is your explanation for lying about your sleeping arrangements?”

You suppressed a smirk and giggle and you can see Tom scrambling to come up with the right words.

“Well..” Tom held his hands up in defense and then sighed, shoulders slumping, “I couldn’t think of any other way to get you into bed with me.”

His blue eyes sparkled back you, hopeful. You let a Cheshire cat grin spread across your face and you pulled up onto your toes to place a kiss on his lips.

“You are lucky you are so charming, otherwise I might be more mad. Besides, we need to discuss this.” you waved your hands between the two of you.

“We are?”

“Yes. Now excuse me but I have to get dressed…”

Tom settled onto the bed as though you would strip off your pajamas right in front of him.

“… in the bathroom.”

Tom’s face fell.

“You wound me.”

“You lied.” “I promise I will never make that mistake again, darling.”

“Good, now call Luke back while I get dressed.”

You closed the door and got ready. Tom dialed in Luke’s number.

“I’m fine, Luke. I promise. No, I didn’t end sleeping in the airport; I stayed with a friend. No, a female friend. Yes it is her, if you must know. Yes, Luke. I understand. Oh by the way, I will spend a few days in Denver, clear my schedule.”

Tom could hear Luke grumbling through the conversation. He couldn’t resist send him into a tailspin before re-engaging in radio silence.

“Oh and Luke, if you hear any rumors about me, they are true. The photos too.”

With that, he turned his phone off. The next few days were for you and you alone.

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parkersbliss · 4 years

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Chaos On Set | T. Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland X Female, Chaos Walking screen writer, reader

Warnings: no-no words, Tom being a bit of a pervert, but in a cute way? and fluff so fluffy you might get cavities.

wc; 2.5K

Synopsis: Tom really really likes you, but he doesn’t know if you feel the same. Especially when you can never get a moment together.

Request: Heeeeeey soo I don’t know if you take requests, but your writing is AMAZING and I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader where she wrote the screenplay for the movie he’s in (maybe Chaos Walking, if you know what that is, if you don’t, no sweat!😁😁) and he really likes her, and just make it fluffy and stuff? Idk, but thank you!!! Your writing is amazing, keep it up!! 😁👌🏽❤️

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Tom was smitten for you. It was quite obvious to everyone on set, except, well, you. It wasn't that you didn't like him (you did) it was just that being a screenplay writer has you pulled to every part of the set. It was hard to even get one moment alone with Tom. You enjoyed working with him, he was a phenomenal actor and took your advice seriously, but when you're the screenplay writer of Chaos Walking it was like the whole world wanted a piece of you. Any time spent with Tom was either watching him on set or revisiting his lines. There was never a moment for you to catch your breath, not even in the morning. It was always get up and go. This morning had been particularly rushed as you spent the night tweaking a few scenes on set. The best part of being the screenplay writer was not having to dress all fancy. Although, you did just in case you saw Tom. This morning, you didn't care all that much. Instead, you slipped on a pair of lounge shorts and a hoodie, throwing your hair up and popping on some sunglasses to conceal any signs of lack of sleep. Yawning, you grabbed your script full of notes and walked onto the set. You immersed yourself in the script, going over the scenes for today and reshoots that were taking place.

"You look comfortably," Tom greeted. He was already ready for the day, clad in a dirt-covered gray (it might've been white, who knows) tank top that did nothing to hide his toned arms. His hair was still short from shooting Cherry a couple of months prior, but he pulled it off.

"Uh, yeah, late-night," You mumble, trying to straighten your wrinkled hoodie. Tom finds it adorable as you try to look a bit more presentable to him. He watches as you pull at the frayed edges of your clothing, small pout as it refuses to straighten up. You tug at it a few more times before huffing and giving up.

"So," He starts, rocking back and forth on his heels, his cheeks flushed. "What do you think of the movie so far?"

"Are you kidding me? It's amazing! You're a great Todd. It's like every girl's dream to watch book characters be brought to life."

He laughs, eye crinkled slightly, "I thought every girl's dream was an all you can buffet."

You tap your chin, pretending to think about it, "yeah that too."

Tom smiles, fiddling nervously with his fingers, trying to think of what to say next. He's not sure if you've ever had a conversation this long before.

"I really hope we can become friends," You blurt out, instantly regretting it. Tom's taken back, eyes wide as he tries to think of some type of witty reply. What if he wants to be more than friends? Scratch that, he does. But he knows that you've only known each other for two weeks and this is the longest conversation you've had.

"No," He said, watching as your face fell. "I mean, uh, shit, best friends?"

You give him an awkward smile, a little shocked at his first reaction. "Okay."

"Okay," He repeats, nodding his head slightly. "Yeah, okay. I should go. Not that I want to, but they need back on set. I mean, I think they do. They probably do," He rambles on. You giggle slightly as he continues spitting nonsense. You place a hand on his exposed bicep, "I get it, Tom. You can go, I have to be on stage three anyway."

Tom's staring at your hand on his arm, he's internally panicking but you don't know that. At least he doesn't think you do. He's probably sweating ten times more now. "Right, yeah, I'm sorry for keeping you. I should really pay more attention to that. I, uh, I'll see you around?"

You smile softly at him, a slight pink tint to your cheeks, "Yeah, I'll see you around." You pull your hand away from him and give him one last smile before jogging to the other stage.

"You couldn't be more obvious," Daisy jokes.

Tom sighs, dragging his hands down his face, "Do you think she knows?"

"Honestly, no. Shocker really."

Tom rolls his eyes, bumping his shoulder with hers playfully. "Whatever."

Daisy wiggles her eyebrows at him, making kissy faces. Tom pushes her away, "Okay, okay, I get it! What crazy thing are we doing today?"

"Into the woods we go!"

"Lovely."

...

"(Y/N)!" Tom calls out as he jogs toward you. He's soaking wet, a navy shirt thrown over his form, slowly staring to dampen. His hair flopping haphazardly around his head. You stand up from your chair, hand outstretched. You were called over to supervise the scene Tom had just finished, which involved a very dirty pond of water. It had been three weeks since you first decided to become friends and it was safe to say, it had worked out. You spent a lot more time around each other, becoming much more comfortable and holding conversations longer than five minutes.

"Nuh-uh mister. I don't want your dirt, water, sweat mix over my nice shirt."

He pouts, arms falling to his sides, "You care more about a shirt than me?"

"Yes," You deadpan. Tom rolls his eyes, taking a few steps closer to you, while you take a few steps back.

"Tom," You warn as you back up against your chair. He grins at you and wraps you in his arms as you squeal.

"You're cold!"

Tom laughs into your neck, his wet hair tickling your chin and you try to push him off you, but he's much stronger and clings to you like a koala, his arms secure around your waist. Ultimately, you stop trying to pry him off accepting the fact you're soaked and he wasn't moving anytime soon.

"You're warm," He murmurs.

You roll your eyes, "Are you going to continue to hug me or let me change out of my now soaked clothes?"

Tom raises his head from the crook of your neck, giving you a loopy smile. "What's the rush? We're done shooting for the day."

You sigh out of relief, "that's great, but you're still cold."

He groans and finally pulls himself off of you. Your clothes are now soaked and sticking to your shivering body. Tom's eyes widen when he notices your bra peaking through your see-through shirt.

"What?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow at Tom's blushing face.

He clears his throat, still staring, "Your uh, your bra," He mumbles. You barely make out what he says, but follow his gaze to your now see-through shirt.

"Oh my god," You gape, then add, "Stop looking, Tom!"

He turns around immediately, "sorry!"

"Give me your shirt," You said.

"What?"

"I can't walk around set like this!"

"I can't walk around shirtless!"

"Have you seen yourself, Tom? Yeah, you can. No one's going to complain. Just give me the shirt, please."

Tom blinks in surprise at your comment, he stumbles over his next few words, "I -- uh, um, okay."

He strips his shirt off, struggling a bit as the fabric clings to his skin, now a bit soaked through. When he eventually gets if off he hands it to you and you do the same, balling your old shirt in your hand. You take a few moments to admire Tom's back muscles, before coughing. He turns around and you grow hot as you eye his toned figure. My god, he was built like a god. Is this even legal? You wonder, still staring at his abs.

Tom laughs, "so I can't stare at you in your bra but you can stare at me topless?"

You shake your head, tearing your gaze away from his perfect form. "yes indeed, now I'm going back to my trailer to change into something not soaking wet."

Tom nods his head, pushing back some of his wet curls, "Okay." He almost mentions you giving his shirt back, but he decides you look much better in it anyway.

"Uh, one thing," He said, causing you to turn around. "Do you, maybe, want to watch a movie later?"

You grin at him, "I'd love too, but only if there's food involved."

"Deal."

...

This wasn't a date, right? No, it wasn't. Tom never said it was, but he wanted it to be. He sits nervously on the sofa, knees bouncing in anticipation of your arrival. It wasn't a date, but it was still the girl he really likes watching a movie with just him and only him. Tom's hair was still slightly damp, although now he wasn't shirtless and instead slipped on his classic midtown hoodie from Spider-Man and a pair of sweatpants. There's a knock at his door and he almost falls off the couch. Tom clambers to the door, swinging it open and leaning against the doorframe pretending he didn't just trip on his way here.

"Hey," You said smiling. You reflected Tom's choice of clothing in only a pair of sweatpants and wrinkled tee, but by god did you pull it off. Tom blinks, tearing his gaze from you. "hi."

"Are you going to invite me in or...?"

"Right! Yeah, of course. Come in." Tom steps aside, holding the door open for you and letting it shut softly. You toss him a lopsided grin over your shoulder.

"So, what are we watching?" You ask, flopping down on the couch, instantly wrapping yourself in the blanket Tom had left out.

"Oh... uh, do you wanna watch Spider-Man?" He scratches the back of his head, cheeks tinted pink.

You wiggle your eyebrows at him, "Are you trying to impress me with your acting skills?"

Tom scoffs, grabbing a pillow from the couch and hurling it at you. "No, I'm obviously showing off Robert's skills."

You playfully roll your eyes, flinging the pillow back at him. He catches it with ease. "Whatever, I haven't seen it anyway."

Tom gasps, "What?"

You throw your head with back with laughter at the expression on his face. He's jaw is hanging wide open, eyebrows knitted together in shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I just bruise your ego?"

Tom clicks his tongue, throwing the pillow back at you, hitting you square in the face. "no, but I think I just bruised your face."

"Very funny."

"I get it from my dad."

You purse your lips together, thinking of some type of witty comeback. "yeah, well you didn't get his height."

Tom places a hand on his heart, faking hurt. "Alright, well--"

You cut him off with a pillow to the stomach as he doubles over with an oomph. You howl with laughter as he glares at you.

"Oh love, you don't know what you're in for," He smirks.

"Wait, Tom--" You don't finish your sentence as Tom flops onto you, pillow separating your bodies and you squeal. Tom lays on top of you, pillow resting on your stomach as he grins at you.

"Tommmm," You whine, trying to push him off. He doesn't budge and you pout, resting your arms at your side as his lay by your head.

"Sorry, love, you started it."

"What about the movie?"

"Honestly you're getting an even better view of me like this."

"I only want to watch it because of Zendaya."

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

There's a heavy silence as you take in Tom's comment and the irony of your position. Tom wiggled his eyebrows seductively, smirking.

"Get off me, you weirdo!" You said, finally pushing off of you. He lands on the floor with a satisfying thud and you peek your head over the sofa to check on him. A hand shoots up to grab you and pulls you down on top of him. Tom groans as your body weight land on him, now realizing what a stupid move he had made. Your heads smack together and you wince in pain.

"Shit, sorry love," Tom apologizes, reaching up to hold your head in his hands. He hesitantly places a soft kiss on your temple and you instantly melt in his touch. His hands slowly travel away from your head to wrap around your waist and hold you captive.

"Tom?" You question, arms resting on his shoulder, simultaneously playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He hums, "Yes?"

"Can we watch the movie now?"

He laughs, the vibrations rumbling in his chest, and instinctively you snuggle closer to him and his warmth. He sits up, almost knocking you off, but his arms keep you secure in his lap.

"Yes, we can, but you have to get off me."

Your ankles cross over his waist, "No, I don't wanna. You're warm." You said, face buried in his neck. Tom's happy you can't see the blush on his face as he stares at the girl in his lap. He slowly stands up, one arm still holding you close to him as the other picks up the remote. He turns the movie on, sitting down on the couch. You pick your head up from his neck, glancing at him only to find him already looking down at you. Tom pushes back a few stray pieces of hair from your face and your eyes flicker to his lips for a split second.

"Can I- Can I kiss you?" He asks, breath tickling your face.

"Please," You whisper. His free hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbones before he dives in and seals your lips with his.

...

"Baby!" Tom exclaims, jogging toward you and picking you up in a bone-crushing hug.

"Bubs, I was only gone for an hour," You laugh, combing your hand through his curls.

"Still too long," He murmurs, kissing your lips.

"Tom!" Daisy calls out, walking toward him. "We need you back on set. You know, if you can detach yourself from (Y/N) for five seconds."

"She's right, bubs," You said, prying him off you.

He whines, "But babyyy."

"No buts, Mister. You have a job to do and so do I."

"Yes, your job is to give me your undying love."

You give Daisy an apologetic smile as she fake gags from behind Tom.

"No, that's my job later. Right now I'm the screenplay writer who's telling you-- the actor -- to get your ass back on set before they fire both of us."

Tom groans, knowing you're right, "wait, you're not coming with me?"

"No, bubs, I have to be on stage five."

"I'm starting to think they're keeping you from me on purpose."

"I can see why."

"Hey!"

You cup Tom's cheeks, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Kidding, now go fulfill my dreams."

"I think you should fulfill mine."

"Tom," You warn.

He laughs, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "'m joking."

You give him a pointed stare, "partially," he adds.

"I'll see you later."

"You and that ass most definitely will," He winks.

"don't make me write Todd a death scene."

"Joking! Again. I love you!"

"Uh-huh, you just love this ass."

"Well-"

"don't, I'm leaving now," You said, tugging your hand of out his grip and walking away.

"Sorry baby! Love you!" He calls out.

"Yeah, yeah I love you too. Now seriously, get back on set before they fire us."

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peachycrisis · 4 years

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Sonic/Tom

Hotel Rooms (Oneshot)

*written before the movie comes out, and I honestly think we need more Sonic Movie angst haha*

Sonic has a breakdown and Tom cheers him up

aka. Tom kinda goes into dadmode and Sonic has ptsd

It was midnight. All that could be heard was the old, rusty air conditioner and the faint sound of speeding cars right outside the door. The hotel room was a complete mess. Toilet paper hung from the walls, tissues created a carpet on the floor, and mud was packed into the carpet from Sonics alleged assault that took a span of 16 seconds.

As Tom softly snored from the first bed, closest to the wall that separated the main room from the bathroom. Sonic sat awake, trembling. He looked over at Tom, who was happily dozed off and sighed to himself.

"What are we gonna do now, Tom?"

Sonic never liked the idea of sleeping, mainly because of his paranoia that he would be captured in his sleep. Sonic usually only slept 3 out of the 7 days a week, and even so, the blue blur was still as hyper as a rocket. But not now. Right now he desperately wanted to fall asleep, like Tom. But he can't.

He's afraid. He's afraid of the sounds outside the door. In his mind, The mobian tried to convince himself that there was nothing to be afraid of, and that Robotnik wasn't outside the door right now, waiting for him to fall asleep so he can strike.

The hedgehog began to panic as he heard the sounds of a car pulling up into a parking spot directly across from the room they were staying in.

no no no no no... he thought as he felt his breath hitch. He felt his eyes begin to tear up as he swiftly hid himself under the covers of the bed. He didn’t notice the flow of tears coming from his eyes. He began to softly whimper. Wait, why am I crying? I shouldn’t be crying! I need to be strong! god- The mobian whimpers turned into loud violent sobs.

Sonic never really liked crying, or seeing others cry. The idea reminded him of his moth- no. He can’t think about that right now.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for getting you involved with my shit. I’m sorry for ruining your life, I’m sorry- I’ll just go. I’ll leave and never come back. You will never need to see this useless ali- His breath hitched. He didn’t like being called an alien, for a matter of fact, he fucking hated it. He burts into sobs once again, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bed creaking from right next to him.

“Kid?” It was the sheriff. His loud sobs must of woken Tom from his peaceful slumber.

Sonic remained silent as he heard footsteps walking towards his bed. He wiped his eyes with a now wet glove as he felt the covers being gently pulled off of him.

“Fuck.” He muttered quietly, but loud enough for Tom to be able to hear. He looked up at the middle age man, who was wearing a frown of concern. The small hedgehog watched as Tom sat down on the bed across from him.

Tom noticed the flow of tears coming from Sonics tear ducts and concluded that this is what happens when someone keeps their emotions repressed for way too long. He instantly pulled the blue blur into a tight hug, he felt his white tee become wet with tears as the teen sobbed into his shirt, gripping it tightly.

Tom could even feel his eyes tearing up, He now knew why Sonic never showed this side of himself, because when Sonic cries, he could cry himself the whole Hudson River. Tom hugged the trembling rodent for a good thirty minutes when he pulled away from the hug, and looked at the mobian, who had swollen and puffy eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it..?”

Sonic hesitated for a moment, then sighed and replied.

“Yeah.”

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moorehollandplz · 5 years

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Yo, dearest Heather, I want you to write fisting from the smut prompt list with Tom or Harrison, or both. Both is always best.

Ok blurb one is finally done! I’ve never written this particular kink before… and I’ve also never tried it… so forgive me if I missed the mark. But, I’m actually pretty proud of this! I made sure to take my time with it, because @holland-aisesauce is a Queen and deserves it!

Also! I will not at all be offended if you don’t want to read or reblog this... I know this kink isn’t for everyone! But, I never say no to a challenge... so here we are!!

VERY MUCH NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Warnings: Adult Language, Adult Themes, Sexual Acts, Fingering/Oral (female receiving), and of course… Fisting.

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It was something you always wanted to try. Something you had seen once on some random porn site, and you just found it so… intriguing. But, you never felt comfortable enough to ask any lovers to give it a go.

That is until you met Tom and Harrison. These two beautiful boys were your safe space. You were a bit older than them, and your sexual appetite was a bit more… adventurous. But, you could tell them anything, ask them anything, and they’d never discourage or judge you. And, they were always up for a challenge.

So, when they sat down on either side of you on the couch and asked you what you wanted for your birthday. You decided to ask for the one thing you truly wanted.

Something money couldn’t buy.

Something nobody else could give you.

Except them.

“Actually…” You replied, with a slight waver in your voice, as you quickly looked between them before dropping your eyes to your watch your fingers fidgeting in your lap. “I… I kind of want… never mind.” You shook your head and slouched into the couch trying to disappear in the overly soft cushions.

“Come on, darling… tell us!” Tom encouraged, and your eyes locked on his long slender fingers as they enveloped your shaking hands. “Whatever you want! You’ll have it!” Tom gave your hands a small squeeze, drawing your attention back to him. His deep dark eyes pulled you in making your mind go fuzzy and your heart pound.

“Anything?” You asked leaning into him as you spoke, you eyes flicked to his lips for a moment then back up to his intense eyes. You watched as his eyes turned impossibly darker with what you recognized as lust. Lust for what your little action insinuated.

“Absolutely, anything…” Harrison’s sweet melodic voice came from your other side and pulled your thoughts away from Toms enticing lips. “You name it, love, and it’s yours.” You turned your attention to Harrison staring up into his crystalline eyes as you suggestively raised your left brow. You couldn’t help, but smile at the sudden realization that flashed in his eyes, and the way his gaze flicked over your head to Tom. “So… you just want us?” Harrison asked as his eyes found yours again, absentmindedly running his large hand through his sandy colored waves. You saw the clouds of lust beginning to swirl in his pale eyes as you nodded.

“But, I wanna try something…different.” You said sitting up straighter.

“Different?” Tom asked as he followed your movements resting his elbows on his knees, and his chocolate curls dancing across his forehead as he turned his head to look up at you.

“Yeah… I kinda have this… thing… I’ve always wanted to try… but never had anyone to do it with... Or the lady balls to even ask....” You rambled until Harrison cut you off.

“And what ‘thing’ did you want to try?” He asked, bringing his large warm hand up to rub comforting circles on your back.

“I want one of you to put...” You gently grabbed Tom’s wrist lifting his hand up in front of you. You heard his breathing catch in his throat as you ran feather light touches over his long fingers, and traced the lines on his palm. “Your hand… inside me.”

“Hand?” Tom asked looking down at his palm. “Like… the whole hand?” He looked back at you, and nodded.

“So… you want to be… fisted?” Harrison asked. “Oh… fuck.” He groaned as your eyes shifted to his while bringing Toms hand up to your mouth, and wrapping your lips around two of his fingers. Your other hand came to rest on the growing bulge in Harrison’s joggers palming him gently as you pushed Toms fingers further into your mouth until your bottom lip brushed his palm then slowly pulled them out releasing them with a wet pop.

“Right, then!” Tom said as he clapped his hands to his knees and stood up. “Who’s hand would you like, darling?” He asked looking down at you with smoldering eyes.

“I don’t really care… you both have lovely hands.” You half shrugged with a smile as you continued to rub Harrison’s hardening cock.

“Alright mate. Rock, paper, scissors.” Tom said holding his hands out in the games starting position. Fist on palm.

Harrison nodded as he stood up, his hands mimicking Toms. “One round or best two out of three?”

Toms eyes flicked to yours, and he groaned at the sight of you slipping your hand down the front of your leggings to play with your drenched pussy. “Christ! One!” He nearly yelled in desperation, and you could see his very hard cock begging for freedom against his jeans.

A count of three and a ‘shoot’ later, Tom had ‘rock’ and Harrison had ‘scissors’.

“Sorry, mate… better luck next time.” Tom smirked at Harrison as he clapped him on the back, before both boys turned back to you.

“It’s quite alright…” Harrison narrowed his eyes as he drank in the sight of you touching yourself. “I’ll be just fine.” His mouth turned up into a wicked smile as he held his hand out to you.

You licked your lips at the sight of both these beautiful boys standing over you with lust blown eyes and they’re desire to give you exactly what you wanted. You removed your hand from your leggings, and took Harrison’s hand, letting him pull you up off the couch. But, instead of leading you to the bedroom by the hand, he bent down and hoisted you up over his shoulder. “Let’s get started, shall we?” He asked with laughter in his voice as you shrieked in surprise. Tom playfully slapped your ass, as Harrison turned toward him to flash him a smirk, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

You watched Tom from your place on Harrison’s shoulder as he followed the pair of you down the hallway to your room. Or ‘The Sex Palace’ as the boys so lovingly called it. His eyes were so dark, almost black, and you knew he was thinking about what he was going to do to you. The thought made you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation, which did not go unnoticed by Harrison.

“Eager, love?” He asked as his hand slid up your leg, his fingers brushing up the inside of your thigh. Your eyes locked on Toms as a devilish smile graced his gorgeous face.

Oh, fuck.

You felt a surge of arousal pooling inside you, and you squeezed Harrisons fingers between your legs eliciting a low chuckle from the boy. Harrison nudged the door open and quickly pulled you from his shoulder, laying you gently down on the bed. Tom walked in behind Harrison already pulling his simple black tee over his head and dropped next to him on the floor as he stopped next to the taller boy. They exchanged a quick glance before Harrison started pulling his shirt off as Tom started on his jeans.

Seriously, you could get off just watching these boys undress for you. Slowly revealing their lean muscular bodies one piece of clothing at a time. You dipped your hand between your legs and began drawing quick on your clit over the thin fabric. A small moan escaped your lips as watched Toms jeans hit the floor followed by Harrison’s shirt, and you felt a rush of liquid pleasure join your fingers through your leggings.

Your eyes wandered over Tom's body, coming to rest on his very visible and very erect cock, that was still clothed by his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. You absentmindedly licked your lips as you moved your fingers faster. Tom let out a beautiful laugh at your reaction, almost as if this was the first time ever seeing him like this. Which it most certainly wasn’t.

“Is it alright if I...” Tom looked to Harrison cocking his head toward the bed. “Warm her up for us, Haz?” Tom asked as Harrison started work on the knotted drawstring of his joggers.

“Go for it, mate.” He answered gesturing to you with an extended arm, and you removed your fingers from yourself waiting for Tom to come to you.

Tom nodded his thanks to Harrison, and slowly climbed onto the bed, crawling his way between your enticingly spread legs. Tom’s face hovered over yours as he held himself up over your body. “Hey.” He whispered a soft smile replacing the smirk from earlier.

“Hey.” You giggled softly as you brushed some curls off his forehead. His eyes were soft, but still dark with lust.

“You sure this is really what you want?” He asked just making sure you hadn’t changed your mind.

You nodded vigorously. “Yep. Absolutely. I’ve wanted to ask for a while now.”

Tom’s smile widened and his dark eyes glittered with excitement. “Alright then.” He pressed his parted lips to yours, immediately deepening the kiss as he wasted no time letting his tongue dive into your mouth. He pulled back slightly mumbling against your lips. “Happy Birthday, Princess.” You smiled as he trailed open mouthed kisses over your cheek, and down to your neck, taking a moment to suck a hickey into your soft skin just below your ear.

“What about these?” You asked softly as your thumb snapped the waistband of his underwear.

“All in good time.” Tom murmured against your purpling skin pausing his assault on your neck as he pulled back, his eyes focusing on your stomach where your loose off-the-shoulder sleep shirt had ridden up exposing a healthy amount of skin. He brought his hand to your hip. You watched him watching his own movements as he slid his hand up your side, and under the hem of your shirt. His hand grazed over your nipple as it slid further up under your shirt. You let out a small breathy moan, more like a whimper, and arched your back into his touch. “Too many clothes.” Tom playfully growled as he quickly relieved you of your shirt, pulling it over your head, and tossing it to the floor.

Toms soft lips were like fire on your skin as he blazed a trail of hot kisses down your chest into the valley of your breasts. His hands cupped your breasts as he rolled, and gently pinched your nipples between his fingers. He moved his face to hover over one of your breasts, and you could feel his hot breath fanning over the overly sensitive skin. You gasped at the sensation, arching your back, and pushing your chest closer to his teasing mouth. But, before you could get what you so desperately needed from him, the mattress dipped beside you as a fully naked Harrison climbed onto the bed.

“Mind if I take over?” Harrison’s smooth voice filled your ears as Tom pulled away from your breasts. You groaned at the loss of his warmth and you heard both the boys chuckling at your reaction.

“Absolutely… I’m on a mission to fulfill her Birthday Wish.” He said with a teasing tone. You groaned again trying to squeeze your thighs together as Tom kissed a trail down to the waistband of your leggings.

Harrison wasted no time replacing Tom’s hands with his on your breasts. Gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, and rolling your nipples between his fingers every so often. He pulled soft mewling moans from your lips as Tom pulled your leggings slowly down, and off your legs leaving a hot trail of kisses down the inside of your left leg. Then kissed an identical trail up your right leg as he crawled up your body, positioning himself between your thighs.

“Fuck…” Tom cursed to himself, and Harrison’s beautiful eyes flicked to his best friend.

“What’s wrong?” He asked his brows knitted in concern.

“Nothing… she’s just so…” Tom replied as he slowly pushed his long middle finger through your slick folds. “Fucking…” He gently slid his finger up to your clit, sending a shock of immense pleasure to your core. “Wet.” A smug smirk spread across his face as your body twitched, and your hips bucked. “Seriously, Haz you gotta feel this…” He said removing his finger and motioning for Harrison to feel how wet you were.

Which, Harrison gladly obliged, reaching down between your legs as he turned his crystal blue eyes back to your face. He watched your face contort with pleasure as he swirled his finger around your slippery clit. “Fuck, is right…” Harrison laughed a little. “Tom, mate… you have fun down there.” He pulled his finger away from your pussy and brought the dripping digit to his pretty lips. He slowly licked his finger clean of your juices, humming in approval at the taste of you.

“Always do.” Tom said, his dark coffee colored eyes locked with yours, and he gave you a sassy wink. “Ready, darling?” He asked, his eyes boring into yours, intense and smoldering, and even with that cocky little smirk on his face you could tell he was just as nervous as you were. You sucked your bottom lip between your teeth as you nodded tentatively. Tom let out a breath he seemed to have been holding and nodded back to you. “I’m gonna go nice and slow… and you let me know if you need me to stop, yeah?”

You nod quickly, releasing your kiss swollen lip. “Mmhm… yeah.” You agreed and Tom’s eyes shifted to Harrison for a moment, exchanging some telepathic communication with him, and you felt Harrison shift next to you, settling closer to your side. Harrison’s fingers lightly grazed the skin of your arm, sending a wave of goosebumps across your body.

Tom’s eyes locked back on yours as he slipped two long fingers into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered closed relishing the sweet sensation of his fingers inside you. That amazing slight stretching of your walls you always felt before you adjusted to the feel of them. Tom started slow, pumping his digits in and out of your slippery entrance as Harrison’s soft lips pressed to yours. You melted into his kiss, opening your mouth, and swiping your tongue along his bottom lip. He smiled against you gladly parting his lips to allow you access. Your tongue collided with his as you explored each other’s mouths. You moaned into Harrison’s kiss as Tom's fingers curled inside you hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your hips bucked up slightly trying to feel that sensation again.

Tom slipped another finger into you as Harrison’s hands on your breasts squeezed a little harder. The boys were clearly competing for your attention at the moment, and to be honest you didn’t know who to give it to. You let another moan escape against Harrison’s lips as your brain was overloaded with all the sensations you were feeling. Tom’s deft fingers working inside you pushing you closer and closer to the edge of pure ecstasy, Harrison’s mouth on yours, his tongue dominating the battle in your mouths, and his hands on your chest rolling your nipples between his nimble fingers.

Suddenly, the feeling of Toms tongue making contact with your clit sent you hurdling over the edge into your first orgasm. You threw your head back breaking the kiss with a loud smacking sound. Your mouth fell open as you cried out in ecstasy, a string of curses falling from your parted lips. Pleasure coursed through you leaving you shaking in its wake. You could feel Tom smile against your clit as his relentless tongue continued to work you over, and you could feel your walls clenching and unclenching involuntarily around Tom’s three fingers as he continued to pump them in and out of your soaking pussy. You could hear a splashing sound as he moved between your thighs, and you knew you were making quite the mess of your sheets. But, you didn’t care. Your eyes flew open in shock, and your back arched off the bed at a second wave of divine pleasure as Harrison’s mouth wrapped around your nipple flicking his tongue over the small bud and gently grazing it with his teeth. You threaded your hands into his hair, hearing him moan, as you tugged on his blonde waves trying to pull him closer to you.

When your orgasm subsided, you relaxed back onto the bed, letting your head roll to the side to peak around Harrison and get a look at Tom’s messy chocolate curls dancing around his head as his tongue worked your pussy, lapping up everything you had to offer. Your already uneven breathing hitched on your throat as Tom’s mouth released your clit, pulling back to smile up at you, your arousal glistening on his lips and dripping from his chin.

“You alright, darling?” He asked in a low husky voice that was dripping with lust. Not trusting your voice to work you nodded. You untangled a hand from Harrison’s hair and reached down to brush a few dark sweaty curls from Tom’s face, giving him a reassuring smile that said ‘keep going.’ Tom ran his tongue along his bottom lip, nodding up at you as he attempted to slide a fourth finger into your throbbing core. “Hmmm…

Doesn’t seem to want to fit…” He mused to no one in particular. “Yo, Haz… toss me the lube.” He said holding his hand up to catch the small bottle Harrison gently threw him. You felt the momentary chill of the lube as Tom dripped it directly onto your pussy, adding to your slipperiness. He tried again to ease his fourth finger into you, and smiled triumphantly as it slid in with little resistance. “There we go.”

You let out soft whimpering moans as Tom shallowly pumped his four fingers inside you, not wanting to go too deep too soon, and kept his dark eyes on yours, watching for any signs of discomfort. Harrison’s lips kissed a feather light trail up your neck, taking a moment to suck a deep dark hickey right next to Tom’s. He moved to your ear, sucking your soft earlobe into his mouth and nibbling gently. “Is this what you wanted, pretty girl?” Harrison whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine at the feel of his warm breath fanning the curve of your face. You bit your lip, flicking your eyes to his then back to Tom’s, and you could barely muster a nod, before Tom slid his hand deeper into you. You threw your head back clamping your hand over your mouth to keep your screams locked away at the amazing stretching feeling the top half of Tom’s hand was giving you. Tom’s thumb pressed to your clit as he cupped his hand, curling his fingers up inside you applying intense pressure to your g-spot simultaneously. You couldn’t stop yourself as you screamed into your hand, but Harrison gripped your wrist, quickly pulling your hand away from your mouth as your pornographic screams filled the silent room.

“We want to hear you, love. Don’t hide those pretty sounds from us.” He cooed into your ear as Tom repeated that motion inside you pulling more ecstatic screams from you.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Tom’s voice barely broke through your almost orgasmic haze. Harrison speaking to you as Tom worked your pussy had you so close to falling over that edge into pure bliss. You couldn’t even gather yourself together to answer him. “You want the rest of my hand, yeah? You want me to fist you, my darling?” Tom paused his movements, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me what you want.” You nodded, barely. Tom broke out into a beautiful amused smile. “What was that?” He asked with mischief glittering in his dark lust blown eyes.

“Words, pretty girl.” Harrison said next to you then ran his tongue up the shell of your ear.

“Please…” You whispered as you tried to rock your hips on Tom’s hand to feel that mind-blowing friction as his hand stretched you out.

“Please what?” Harrison hovered above your face now. You stared up into Harrison’s shining blue eyes, which were completely clouded and darkened by his desire for you.

“Tom… please… fist me…” You said breathlessly as you locked with Harrison. “And, Haz… please… kiss me.”

Both boys chuckled as Harrison lowered himself brushing his nose against yours. “As you wish.” They said together then Harrison’s lips were on yours, and Tom’s hand began to move again, giving you a few quick pumps of his four fingers, before adjusting and slowly sliding his hand deeper into you. Harrison’s lips were a great distraction from the discomfort of the widest part Tom’s hand trying to force its way through your slippery entrance.

“Shit…” Tom cursed as he tried to fit his hand inside you, but the slight pain he was causing had you clenching around him. “Does it hurt?” He asked, but you didn’t want to say yes, because you knew he’d stop. And, you really didn’t want him to. You felt tears pricking your eyes from both discomfort, and the idea that they’d stop if they thought you were hurt.

Harrison pulled back looking down at your face. “Do you want him to stop?” He asked softly as a few tears slipped down your cheeks, that he quickly wiped away with his thumbs.

“No.” You mumbled, and he nodded.

“Keep going, mate.” He said as he pressed kisses to each of your cheeks then back to your lips, and you felt Tom push forward.

“Almost there, darling.” Tom encouraged as you let you a whimpering moan into Harrison’s mouth. “You’re doing so well. Just relax… can you do that for me?” You felt more cool drips as Tom squeezed more lube around his hand.

“Mmhmm…” You hummed as you concentrated on relaxing your walls to allow Tom’s hand to move. It wasn’t working. So, you tried to focus on Harrison. His lips as they moved against yours, his tongue as it danced with yours, and his soothing hands as they ran over your skin. You felt Tom’s hand slip deeper into you as your walls slowly relaxed.

“That’s it, darling…” Tom praised you as he gently moved. “Just… a little… YES!” His excitement filled the room as you the intense stretching feeling at your entrance, that was almost unbearable, subsided and your walls closed around his wrist.

Harrison pulled back smiling down at you. “Good girl.” He murmured as Tom gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. “How’s it feel, love?”

“It’s amazmmph…” Harrison didn’t let you get your answer out as his lips captured yours again. Tom’s hand stayed still inside you letting you adjust to the size of his hand, until you started to move your hips, grinding into him with the same rhythm of Harrison’s deep sensual kisses. Never being slow on the uptake, Tom began to move with you. Slowly at first, pulling his hand out just a bit until you squirmed at the pressure his hand caused at your entrance, then pushing back in to hear your loud pleasure filled moans as his fingers pressed up into your g-spot. Over and over again he repeated this sequence until you broke away from Harrison’s mouth.

“Faster.” You huffed the word out along with all the air in your lungs, your eyes meeting Tom’s over a mess of sandy blonde waves as Harrison’s lips moved to your neck. Tom flashed you his classic smirk, full of all the cockiness a twenty-three year old could possibly have, as he pushed and pulled his hand in and out of you faster and faster. Your eyes fluttered shut as the initial twinging pain from the size of his hand overstretching your insides gave way completely to pure white hot ecstatic pressure. “O… oh… fffff… uuuuck….” You said, barely able to get the words out, from the mind numbing pleasure that shot through you. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak, you were having trouble remembering how to breathe. You were consumed with how Tom’s hand felt as it slipped in and out of you with so much ease now, and Harrison’s mouth gliding over your neck as his fingers rolled your nipples again.

“Come on, darling…” Tom encouraged you to climb to that edge. And you could feel the pressure inside you building, and begging to break. To let you fall into that sweet sweet oblivion.

“Cum for us, love….” Harrison’s breath was hot on your neck as he encouraged you to fall. To let go, and descend into euphoric bliss.

You felt it. You were so close. Just. A. Little. More.

“I want to hear you scream…” You couldn’t tell which boy had said it. You didn’t care. You screamed a long string of ‘Fucks’ as your back arched off the bed, and your legs shook like jello. Your hips bucked up into Toms hand as one set of your fingers buried themselves into Harrison’s hair while the other set twisted into the sheets. Your body shuddered in rapturous convulsions as wave after wave of the most intense orgasm you ever had washed through you. Your mind was fuzzy, and you were seeing stars as you felt Tom’s hand continuing to work inside of your increasingly wet pussy. Harrison’s mouth crashed to yours, swallowing your screams, and his tongue dove into your mouth swirling, and dancing with yours as more waves of pleasure hit you. You heard Tom curse at how tight your walls were clenching around his hand and wrist as he kept moving. You heard Harrison’s lips smacking against yours and the wet slurping sound of your tongues as they tangled together.

Your wish had been thoroughly granted by these two beautiful boys.

Slowly, your orgasm, or orgasms, subsided. You stopped shaking, your screams settling into soft moans as Toms movements inside you slowed. Harrison broke the kiss brushing your cheek with the back of his hand as he coaxed you to look at him. “Happy Birthday, pretty girl.” He smiled down at you, and his crystal clear eyes were full of adoration.

“Was it everything you had hoped?” Tom chimed in as he slowly began removing his hand from your thoroughly orgasm wrecked pussy. Your eyes squeezed shut, and let out a long mewling moan at the feeling of his hand slipping out of you. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Tom laughed as he brought his hand up to his lips, licking up the side of his palm, and between his fingers.

You felt both boys get up from the bed, but didn’t even bother to open your eyes, being so thoroughly blissed out to care about them shuffling around you. Your breathing was ragged and heavy as you basked in the afterglow of that sweet euphoric feeling these boys had delivered. “Ready for more, darling?” Tom smiled as he climbed over you to press a gentle kiss on your lips. “While you were... ‘recovering’...” He said putting air quotes around the last word for emphasis. “Haz and I did Rock, Paper, Scissors again… and we’re switching places…” He moved to his knees next to you, pushing down his boxer briefs until his cock sprang free. He pumped his throbbing cock, your eyes locking on the bead of precum leaking from the tip, as Harrison moved between your thighs, positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance.

You bit your lip as your eyes flicked from Tom to Harrison to Tom again. “Ready.” You said as excitement flowed through you, and a wide smile stretched across your face. This was, by far, your best birthday ever.

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Do You Want Me? // pp x fem!reader

Summary: You aren’t that great at being subtle but Peter doesn’t mind.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: smut, Peter and reader are in college!

You weren’t failing Calculus I. You did however fail the third quiz which had your professor assign you a tutor. Which was exactly what you wanted. Other people would roll their eyes at your little crush on a fellow classmate, Peter Parker. Sure he was dorky and wore these dumb graphic tees that made everyone roll their eyes. But you’ve seen him working out at the school gym, you knew he was more than meets the eye. And that wasn’t the only reason you wanted to meet him in his dorm room to study for the upcoming quiz. He was sweet and kind and didn’t laugh like the rest of the class did when you weren’t paying attention and got the answer to a question wrong. You’ve talked to him before, in passing, you’ve seen him around campus, sometimes in your own building, which confused you since his dorm was on the other side of campus. Maybe he was meeting friends. You shook your head, smiling slightly before changing into your prettiest lingerie and tugging on a silly graphic tee, similar to something Peter would wear before settling onto your bed.

You heard a knock at your door and stood up, fixing your hair in the mirror before opening the door slightly, hiding your lower half behind it.

Was this too forward? Maybe. It definitely was actually. But you knew that Peter wouldn’t make the first move, that had to be on you.

“Hi,” his voice is higher than normal and you tilted your head with a smile.

“Hey Pete.”

“Can I come in?” He asks and you nod, looking behind him for a clear coast before swinging the door wide open.

“Oh,” he says, feet hesitant as he sees your legs bare as you turn walking to your bed, the red of your lingerie peeking out from underneath your t-shirt.

“I hope you don’t mind, it’s just so hot in the dorms with no AC, gotta stay cool somehow,” you smirk, “close the door behind you.”

You hear the door close and Peter shuffle further into your room. You sit on your bed, crossing your legs underneath you as you look back at Peter, backpack hanging off of one shoulder.

“Join me?”

He nods, mouth dry, he wets his lips and you can’t help but stare at them as he does so.

“So, you want to study for the third quiz?” He places his backpack on the ground next to your bed, slipping his shoes off before sitting on the farthest end away from you.

His eyes can’t help but roam down your legs, he swallows thickly before looking back up at you.

“Yeah, I guess I want to make sure I really understand differential equations before the quiz.”

“Yeah, so, lemme get my notes,” he stutters out as he pulls up his backpack and opens it.

“Thanks, for agreeing to do this.”

“Yeah,” he breathes out, smiling slightly as he read your shirt, “beauty is in the eye of the, beholder?”

You laugh and nod, pointing at the picture of the cartoon bee in a pair of hands, “glad you understood that.”

“I’m perceptive,” Peter nods with a gulp.

“Then do you want to know why I’m wearing this?” You ask, hand resting on his calf, the only part of him close enough for you to touch.

“I think about you,” Peter blurts out and you tilt your head, “I think about you,” his voice is more confident.

“How do you think about me?”

“I’m assuming, I mean it’s hot but you could wear shorts, those gray athletic shorts,”

“So you do watch me,” you grin slyly as you crawl across the bed, sitting between Peter’s spread thighs. His jeans scratch against your bare thighs as you rest your hands on his.

“So why would you wear those, really pretty panties unless you wanted me.”

You blush as Peter’s hands drop his notes to the ground and rest on your bare thighs, fingers rubbing circles into your skin.

“I think about you when I’m bored, or lonely,” his hand cups your chin and forces you to look up at him.

You stare into the brown eyes in front of yours, his hand still firm on your chin, your mouth opens slightly, tongue peeking out to wet your lips.

“Do you want me?” He asks, voice nervous, afraid that you would reject him.

“Yes,” you breath out, tongue tracing the tip of his thumb.

“Thank god,” Peter laughs deeply and you’re hands are wrapping around his neck, pulling him towards you, his hand drops to your hip as you straddle his.

“I’m not the best at being too subtle,” you sigh against his soft lips as his tongue attempts to poke into your mouth, “didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“Mhm, I think these are plenty inviting,” he smirks against your lips, tongue tracing them as his hand grips the flesh of your ass over your panties.

“Good,” you giggle into his mouth before his tongue meets yours.

“Do you wanna, wanna do this?” He asks as he pulls back slightly, hands playing with the hem of your panties.

“God yes,” you whimper as his hand smacks your ass.

“Good,” he grins, hand tugging your shirt up and over.

He groans and his head smacks against the end of your bed when he sees your breasts, encased in a pretty white lace bra, matching your panties.

“Like what you see?” You smirk and he nods, fingers hesitantly ghosting over your ribs before you become impatient, grabbing them and placing them on your breasts.

His tongue peeks out of his lips, concentrated as he works to find your nipple under the lace, pinching it lightly as he takes in your small whimper.

“You like that?” He grins as your hips grind against his own.

“Love it, come on, lemme ride you Pete,” your voice is breathy as you pull his shirt over his head.

“God, please,” he manages to get out, and you’re slipping off of him, moving to grab a condom from your bedside drawer.

He’s unbuttoning his jeans and they’re halfway down his thighs, cock throbbing against his boxers as you bend down, purposefully showing him how great your ass looks.

You turn back and he’s completely naked, his hard cock resting against his thigh as you try your hardest not to stare.

“Gonna ride me?” He smirks at you, hand lazily moving to stroke his cock.

“Come on cowboy,” you joke before groaning, “sorry I say stupid things when I’m flustered.”

“You’re flustered?” He asks, hand pausing as you climb back on the bed.

“I mean, yeah, you’re a cute guy, a good guy, I uh, I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

“It just took me being asked to tutor you to do the job?”

You nod and he laughs a little.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while too.”

“Really?”

“Since the first day of class, you took one look at my shirt and laughed and looked at me, which that smile you’ve got right now, and said ‘nice shirt’. I’ve been a sucker ever since.”

“Good,” you smile as you open the condom package, your hand hesitates before he covers it with his own and helps your roll the condom onto his cock. He groans at the sensation of your hand, so different from his own, stroking his cock as you straddle his hips again.

He lets you do your thing, his hand moving behind your back to unhook your bra.

His eyes light up as he sees your breasts in full view, nipples hard as you move your hand back to stroke your cock.

His hands hold your breasts tenderly in his hands, fingers running over your nipples. You moan as your mouths meet, more rushed this time, his hand moving down to cup your pussy.

“Soaked right through these huh?” he asks against your lips and you nod as he pulls your panties to the side, fingers swiping through your slick folds.

“You’re gonna feel so good around my cock won’t ya?” He smiles before both hands grip the side of your panties, tearing them.

“Peter!” You gasp and you’re positive you got impossibly wetter.

He smiles warmly at you before you sit up, pussy free to take his cock.

As soon as you’re fully seated on his cock you begin to move, moving your hips, slowly at first, just grinding down against his cock, Peter’s hand’s rough against your hips, face buried in your chest, lightly sucking on the tops of your breasts, hesitant to leave any marks.

“Come on Pete, afraid to show a girl a good time?” You manage to get out as your hips move in figure 8’s on his cock.

He grins against you before his teeth are bared and you whimper as he bites at the top of your breast, tongue soothing the mark he left.

“Like that?” He smiles and you look down to see the blossoming red mark.

“Fuck, yes,” You moan as he gets to work, leaving no part of your chest untouched, littering it with hickeys as your hips stutter against his own.

His fingers tighten on your hips as he gets closer to his high, his cock twitching inside of you.

“Touch me, fuck, make me come Pete,” you sigh above him.

He nods against your chest, finger slipping between you to rub your clit, your juices wetting the space between you, slicking your thighs as he makes quick work of bringing you to orgasm.

“Holy fuck,” you grunt as you come, Peter following close behind with a whisper of your name against your neck.

“Wow,” you laugh as you slump against him, his hands helping you off his soft cock, helping you stand up.

“Don’t want a UTI, go pee,” he smacks your ass as you move out of bed.

“Didn’t learn that in calc I did ya?” You laugh, grabbing his t-shirt, another graphic tee, you must’ve not noticed it when he first got here. An atom telling another atom “I lost an electron” and the atom in return saying “are you positive?”

“Nope, sex ed in high school.”

“Okay, I’ll pee as long as you stay right there,” you point at the bed and he nods, biting his lip as he watches you slip on his shirt before grabbing athletic shorts from your dresser and pulling them on as well.

You clean yourself up before slipping under the covers with Peter, “so like, do you want to be my boyfriend or whatever?”

“God yes,” he responds, letting you curl up behind him and rest your head on his shoulder.

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greenglasslov3 · 5 years

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Forget Me Not - Chapter 8: Black Orchid

A/N: Soundtrack for this chapter is Billie Eilish’s Bad Guy and many thanks to @missclairebelle for our writing power hours and giving me a swift kick in the pants when I need it.

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Chapter 8: Black Orchid

Later that night…

The throbbing base pulsed loudly around Geillis and Claire as they entered the club. Heavy and intense, the latter’s teeth rattled in her skull with every undulation. Acrid smoke billowed from a hidden fog machine and filled her nose with its bitter perfume. Neon lasers and phosphorescent lights cut through the darkness, a spattering of technicolor rays against a black canvas. With each flash, a new tableau of writhing bodies appeared - flickering scenes in the high contrast black and white of a classic film. A husky voice echoed from the speakers, hypnotizing the club’s patrons further into her clutches with her siren’s call.

Creeping around like no one knows Think you're so criminal Bruises, on both my knees for you Don't say thank you or please I do what I want when I'm wanting to My soul? So cynical

And Claire wondered how in the hell she got here.

Geillis.

The moment Geneva (she carved the name in blood red ink and underlined it three times in her diary to commit it to memory) left her shop she’d texted her partner in crime.

S.O.S. I cocked it all up for sure this time. And btw we need to find a boyfriend named Tom.

It didn’t take much to rally the troops. Within half an hour, the blonde arrived at the flower shop, a flask of very potent whisky in hand. She cackled loudly, rivaling the witches of lore when Claire unearthed the champagne intended for her earlier meeting. Their giggles only increased after they’d drained a bottle each before venturing out to the club.

Claire squinted against the glaring strobes and blamed the bubbly spirit for her heightened sensitivities. Her surroundings reminded her of some perverse circus - too brash, too bright, too blunt. Typically, she preferred intimate pubs and live music provided by local entertainment - cozy yet worn upholstery, richly stained mahogany, and a pitchy tenor with a guitar. They were comfortable and casual like an old uni jumper… but she was on a mission where slubby, misshapen yarn would not suit.

“Tonight, I’ll make you my pet,” Geillis had promised.

Bubbly in hand, the pair had ascended the staircase to Claire’s messy flat, where they rifled through endless piles of laundry - all clean, but limp and wrinkled carelessly deposited in enough mounds to create a small mountain range throughout the florist’s bedroom. Geillis critiqued every article of clothing she owned, holding the offending articles with pinched fingers, arm fully extended and nose wrinkled until she found the ensemble worthy of bringing all men (and probably most women) to their knees to worship at the altar of St. Claire of Little Flowers.

“Black Orchid,” Geillis had explained as she spritzed her friend with some sickeningly sweet perfume. “It’ll drive the lads wild.”

Hair painstakingly straightened, eyelids dusted in smoky shadows, and torso tightly corseted in the thick wrappings of a crimson bandage dress, Claire leaned against the bar. First and foremost, she wished to relieve her aching feet from the tortuous stilettos that bound her ankles with flimsy ribbons (she wondered how ballerinas managed such feats of graceful athleticism when she could barely stand). Secondly, she gripped the cool stone ledge for balance as the swirling light show and the bottle of champagne (on an empty stomach, mind) left her feeling more than a tad off kilter. Thirdly, Geillis had vanished the moment they arrived at the club, abandoning her morals along with breaking one of the holiest laws in girl code: one does not leave one’s friend alone at a club.

Claire hissed as her elbows collapsed onto the sharp counter’s edge. Though it didn’t hurt much now with her ragged nerves numbed into submission with alcohol, her fingers massaged the tender skin of the joint. She’d certainly have bruises tomorrow, but she didn’t care. Nothing could rival the wounds that marred her heart.

Her reputation ruined…

Her competency questioned…

Her relationship with Jamie further tangled in the web of lies she wove...

“Oi!” The bartender’s cries rang out above the din, and Claire’s head snapped upwards suddenly in response. Hasty hands roughly push a glass across the counter towards her, sloshing excess liquid over the rim and onto Claire’s fingers as she intercepted the tumbler.

“From ‘im,” he explained as his head jerked sharply to the left, towards the opposite end of the bar where she spied a man.

A handsome one at that.

While the flashing lights against the pitch darkness of the club around them did little to reveal the specifics (the color of his eyes, hair, and skin a mystery in high contrast black and white), they highlighted his attributes brilliantly. He perched on a stool, reclining back against the bar on his left elbow as if he were sunning himself in the harsh rays of the violent lasers. The glaring strobes highlighted the peaks and valleys of his well-defined musculature visible beneath the simple cotton tee that clung to his frame. His right arm hung by his side, the fingers of his right hand gripped the top edge of his glass with casual confidence. He brought the dram (color and liquor choice imperceptible at Claire’s distance and state of inebriation) to his lips. He swallowed and his jaw flexed, clenching and relaxing as the liquid trickled down his throat. As she watched him, she found herself hypnotized by the stubble on his chin and the fullness of his lips, secretly wishing to taste them herself.

Even if it was only to wash away the bitter sting of lost love.

Pressing the glass to her lips, Claire tossed back half its contents (wincing slightly at the sharp tang of gin and lime on her tongue) before slipping into the crowd. A snake in the grass, she silently slithered through the narrow spaces between the bodies that separated her from her prey. She sought him out, lids narrowing as she honed in on her target. When fate left the seat next to him perfectly empty, she stole her chance, sliding onto the vacant stool.

“Thank you…” Claire bellowed, desperately trying to make her request breathy and wanton yet still heard over the throbbing base. Swiveling on her stool, she crossed one leg over the other and leaned in towards the man in question, tipping her chest forwards to offer him the best angle to appreciate her dress.

He didn’t turn, shoulders squared and gaze straight ahead as he sipped his drink.

“Thank yer friend,” he shouted back in between nips, nodding towards the throng writhing on the dance floor. “She said ye were lookin’ for me?”

Flipping her hair back, Claire cast a glance over her shoulder just in time to catch Geillis at the edge of the crowd. She shimmied in time with the music as she walked, her hand clasped firmly in the grasp of a much older man (the glare of blinking strobes against his completely bald head betrayed his age). She winked towards the bar and offered her approval with a quick thumbs up before disappearing behind the curtain to the VIP section.

That bloody witch.

“... I’m Tom,” he turned to her then as his introduced himself.

One eyebrow cocked, Tom flashed her a smile - an almost wolfish grin that revealed pearly white teeth. In the flashing disco lights, his eyes twinkled with a hidden mischief perfectly intended for nights such as these. The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Claire wondered if he truly knew the affect his boyish charms had on women (and men for that matter).

“Tom Christie.”

With the second utterance of his name, the brilliant machinations of one Geillis Duncan slowly clicked into place in Claire’s inebriated state. She certainly found him handsome enough, and she thanked her past self for offering Geneva a first name (and a common one at that) for her aforementioned beau. She might even have a little fun playing this game of revenge with Jamie and his child bride...

“Well, Tom…” she repeated his name, allowing the letters to fill her mouth. The T zinged against the roof of her mouth and tickled her nose like the fizzy champagne she’d enjoyed just an hour ago. The O and the M blended together in a harmonious chant, a breathy moan rumbling deep in her throat.

The smile fell from Tom’s face, his expression turning mercurial. Claire smirked behind the lip of her glass before downing the second half of her drink. She slapped the empty tumbler against the countertop and grabbed for Tom’s hand, pulling him from his perch.

“Let’s dance, shall we?”

She took three… four… five steps before her elbow locked stick straight and her body recoiled backwards, the bungee cord of her tendons snatching her just before she fell. Rather than tripping over her own two feet, Tom gathered her to his chest, capturing her in the iron bands of his arms. The aftershocks of her near nose-dive rocked them both. With Claire nestled in the triangle of his thighs, they slowly swayed - nose to nose, chest to chest, hip to hip. Her pulse pounded in her ears in time with the thundering base in the club.

So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy

“No’ so fast…” he murmured, his lips inches from hers as he released one hand to motion for another round of drinks. “Ye owe me a wee favor as well…”

“Oh?” Claire sighed, rocking back on her heels.

Their replenished drinks materialized, a magic trick produced with the snap of Tom’s fingers and his devious smirk. He tapped the rim of his glass against hers before taking a generous swig. Claire matched his pace. She found the icy yet tart liquid now refreshing as it cooled the boiling blood that now raced through her veins, flushing her skin pink.

He bent his head, bringing his lips to the outer shell of her ear to whisper all sorts of naughty secrets. The gesture flooded her mind with memories of that afternoon, when Jamie had done just the same… She shivered at the chill that ran up her spine, her body shimmying closer to her present admirer, and she felt him smirk against her cheek.

“Ye see her?” Tom whispered, his breath tickling the soft skin along her neck. His free hand left her waist to point towards the dance floor, where Geillis had been just moments before.

Claire turned her head and brought her drink to her lips, using the glass to disguise where her eyes chose to wander. As she spied the girl in question, her breath hitched, nearly choking on her limey tonic. She was a total stranger, though the florist’s stomach turned with queer recognition at the sight of her.

She was a slight thing - petite in build and stature. Her milky skin glowed in the dark cavern of the club. Her willowy limbs danced above her head, swaying like branches bending in a breeze. Dark hair crowned her head, thick tresses gathered into a tight ponytail piled painfully high on her skull. Her lithe frame writhed against some guy (could’ve been Tom… could’ve been Jamie…) as her eyes narrowed to snake-like slits, zeroing in on her observer from across the room. Their gazes met through the murky lens of her drink, and Claire’s stomach dropped suddenly.

Tipping her head back, she finished the final dregs of gin before the glass slipped from her fingers and clattered loudly against the counter. She swallowed hard against the bile that bubbled at the back of her throat. Eyes shut, she inhaled deeply through her nostrils before slapping her hand down twice, signaling for a third round.

It couldn’t be...

Ghostly visions of Jezebel temptresses danced behind her closed lids. First, Geneva appeared with her cruel smile and child-like demeanor. Her ostentatious diamond glittered on her finger as she waggled it dramatically in front of Claire’s face. She spun suddenly, pivoting on her heel while she rolled her hips. When she returned to face the florist once more, she was gone… and Malva stood in her place. Her prized pupil mocked her with feigned sweetness, while poison dripped from her lips. Her fingers smoothed a striped tie dangling between her breasts. It’d been Frank’s… the very same silk that had bound the student’s wrists when she discovered them in his office one afternoon…

The glass bottom of a decanter met the wood counter with a loud thunk as the barkeep deposited two more drinks before Claire and Tom. She shook her head before she grabbed at the glass and greedily sucked down the liquid, hoping to quell any further nightmares staring the ghosts of mistresses past. Still, her hands trembled as Tom clasped one within his own.

“She’s my ex - Mona,” he spat, glaring daggers at the dance floor. “Cheated on me with my own brother.”

Cheated.

Claire knew the term intimately - strongly steeped in her morning tea, lurking behind the shadowy corners in the house she thought they’d made a home, hidden within the luscious petals Betrayal left the deepest of wounds weeping with infection, never to fully heal and scars always newly pink and raw. It was a vile toxin that flooded her body with jealous fevers and that left the bitter taste of uncertainty on at the back of her mouth.

“Care to help me make her jealous, hmm?” Tom’s question broke through her reverie.

Could she?

Claire’s eyes quickly darted between Tom’s smile and his outstretched hand and back once more to his face. Now with his face inches from hers, the steely blue-grey of his gaze turned her knees to water. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, and the only thought dominating Claire’s mind was the image of her sucking the plump skin there between her own lips. Her mind cried out in protest, battered and war-torn with cautionary tales of what happened when she fell for mysterious men too fast… but the alcohol flowing freely in her veins encouraged her to be bold and to satisfy that hungry basal need gnawing deep in her belly.

She placed her hand in his, signing a deal with this silver-eyed devil.

With a hand gently pressed to the small of Claire’s back, Tom guided her to the edge of the dance floor where the undulating throng lapped at their limbs, brushing against them like the tempting, warm waves of a late summer sea. They swayed on the outskirts, hips pressed together as they slowly waded further and further from the shore. Bodies wound around them, a revolving current that held them in the deep. Entranced by the siren’s song that called out above the hypnotizing swell, they were drowning in an ocean of each other (skin, breath, heat)...

...but it wasn’t Tom Claire was dancing with…

Once she’d spun herself around in the circle of his arms, it was all too easy for her mind to wander. In the dark - and after so many drinks - he could be anyone. The strong hands that gripped her hips matched the make and model of a certain red-headed client, and her skin still erupted in goose flesh as he traced the lines of her body (just as he’d done in her dreams). The firm muscles of his chest that braced her back were the perfect balance of firm-meets-soft (just as she’d hoped when she thought of resting her head there). The small Scottish noises he mumbled against her ear brought her just to the precipice…

The base bottomed out with a gasping whoosh, the water in their imaginary sea sucked down an imaginary drain. Claire’s eyelids fluttered open - completely unaware that they’d even been shut - only to meet the gaze of her arch rival.

Malva. Geneva. Mona.

She was back - the mysterious being who embodied all three women at once. Her piercing gaze bore holes straight through Claire’s chest, where her heart hammered against her ribs. Crimson painted lips parted into a sneer before a sinister cackle bubbled forth, taunting the florist with their youth and their beauty. Fear gripped her belly and pushed her over the edge. She pressed herself into the body (Jamie’s or Tom’s she was no longer certain) behind her. Her hands wandered over his frame before reaching upward and tangling her fingers in his unruly locks. He pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, sighing as she arched further into him. The siren faded from view, and it was Claire’s turn to smirk.

You said she’s scared of me? I mean… I don’t see what she sees but Maybe it’s ‘cuz I’m wearing your cologne...

Her head fell back against Tom’s shoulder as she pulled him closer, bringing his ear just to her lips.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmured huskily before grasping his hand and pulling him through the crowd behind her.

The act of walking through a doorway is said to cause one to forget why they entered that room in the first place - a sort of temporary amnesia. Coupled with copious amounts of alcohol, however, crossing a threshold could wipe one’s memory completely clean.

Once Claire exited the club, her short-term recollection flew away on the wings the brisk night air. The rest of the evening came to her in a series of flashes, moments frozen in photographs preserved for posterity with the stories in between hazier than the early morning mist. First, they were in a cab, hands roaming while mouths greedily nipped at fleshy lower lips. Then, they were on the stairs of her flower shop, tripping on the uneven pitch and laughing at each other as they both fell flat on their backsides. Finally, they were behind the closed door of her apartment and tumbling towards her bed - shirt, dress, and pants all carelessly tossed aside before they sunk into the pillowy depths of her mattress.

And then it all went black.

The violent light of midday streaked across her face and blinded Claire even with her eyes closed. She scrubbed her eyes with balled-up fists in hopes she could block out some of the brilliant summer sun with her hands. The pulsing base from the club found a permanent behind her temples, painfully throbbing before she had even fully awoken. Her throat burned and her mouth tasted of cotton from the champagne and the three (or was it four?) gin and tonics she’d had the night before. Every muscle in her body ached from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head. She groaned aloud as she wondered if she’d gotten in some sort of fight last night (positive she’d have some bruises to make a seasoned boxer blush).

An even louder moan followed her own whine, and Claire froze, each joint in her body becoming rigid. Her breath came short, panting as she tried desperately to fill her lungs to no avail before she finally cracked open one lid…

… only to find a naked Tom Christie lying next to her.

To be continued...

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mieteve-minijoma · 5 years

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Songfic Day 17: Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around

Day 17: A song you’d duet with someone on karaoke: Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around - Stevie Nicks ft. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

Part Three:

Jughead saved Betty from harm and his heartaches to see her in pain, but when she makes a move on him in her appreciation, he pushes her away. He’d hate himself if he took advantage of her in her vulnerable state.

They spend the next day dancing around each other, trying to make the other jealous, until things finally come to a head. Will they admit their feelings or keep playing with each other’s hearts?

*****

Jughead carried Betty’s trembling body back to the Worm, taking the back entrance to save her from a bar full of people’s questioning eyes. Once he made it back to the apartment, he placed her on the couch to gather first aid supplies and the things he needed to get her cleaned up. He also grabbed one of his tee shirts, knowing that it would practically be a dress on her tiny frame.

When he approached her, she seemed to be in a somewhat catatonic state, staring off into nothingness. Jughead wet the washcloth in his hands, placing it in the bowl of soapy water and began to clean the blood and dirt from her face, being extra gentle around the cuts. Once the blood was all cleaned off her face he placed a few bandages on her cheek and forehead. As he was finishing up, he noticed that she was clenching her fists so tightly her knuckles were white.

Jughead pried her hands apart and gasped. There he found 8 tiny crescent shaped wounds, four on each palm, with blood coating her palms. He looked into her eyes but she continued to stare ahead, blank eyes and emotionless face. Jughead ran to get a fresh washcloth and clean water for her hands. When he returned, he placed her hands into the bowl of water, using the washcloth to cleanse the cuts before drying her hands with a soft towel. Jughead placed ointment on them before wrapping them in a gauze bandage.

When he was done he looked up and saw Betty had turned her head to watch him clean her palms. Her chest was heaving heavily and he could see tears forming in her eyes so he picked up her hands and kissed her palms gently, his eyes never leaving hers.

That’s when he saw it, watched as a fire inside of her ignited and her eyes filled with desire. Suddenly, Betty lunged forward, her lips crashing into his in a desperate kiss. Jughead was shocked briefly but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to straddle his lap as he deepened the kiss. Jughead had never felt such passion coming off of another person, and he had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her. He nipped at her lip, pulling it between his teeth and growling.

He was too caught up in the moment to even realize she had removed her shirt, her skirt having ridden up around her waist as she rocked her center along his erection. He moaned as she began trailing kisses across his jawline and down his neck, suckling and biting as she went. He felt her begin to suck a bruise onto his pulse point and bucked his hips, seeking friction. It wasn’t until she reached for his belt and started to undo it that he seemed to snap out of the spell she had him under.

Jughead grabbed her wrists, pulling away from her. “Stop. Betty- you have to stop. We can’t do this,” he panted, angry that his body was still betraying him and humming with need for her.

“What, why? Outside you said- I mean, you seemed-” her voice sounded small as she trailed off, a pained look in her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes changed and she ground down on him again, eliciting a gasp as she whispered, “You want me, I know you do. It’s ok Jug, I want you too.”

It took all his resolve to stick to his guns. Since when did you become a gentleman Jones? She wants it, you want it, so give it to her already. Jughead pushed the thoughts from his mind and dragged her away from his body. He knew that for this to work, he was going to have to be cruel.

*****

“Because I am not going to take advantage of some girl I just met who I’m being forced to babysit and protect. I am not in the habit of fucking girls who I’m gonna have to save every five minutes. You’re too complicated Cooper, too much baggage.” he scoffed, holding up her bandaged hands and staring at them.

Betty reared back as if she had been slapped. That was probably the absolute worst thing anyone could ever say to her. She didn’t like the feeling of being helpless and she sure as hell didn’t like people seeing her darkness for this precise reason. Because when they did, they rejected her. She jumped to her feet, tears welling up in her eyes, and grabbed her shirt to cover herself. She gaped at him for a second and then suddenly slapped him as hard as she could across the face. It was hard enough to sting her hand and leave a nice mark on his cheek.

“Fuck you, Jughead Jones,” she sobbed angrily and stormed into the other bedroom, locking the door behind her. How could you be so stupid Elizabeth? What made you even think he’d want someone like you. No one wants a broken damsel in distress. You’re better off alone. No one will ever want you and accept you for who you really are, so what’s the point? Betty could hear the words echoing in her head as she slid down the door, her body curling into a ball on the floor and letting the flood gates open.

Stupid Girl...

*****

What the actual fuck were you thinking saying some shit like that to her? What is wrong with you, man? Jughead thought as he sat there in stunned silence, the taste of blood in his mouth and the ache in his cheek. He wasn’t all that surprised that she slapped him really. Frankly he deserved it. He’d been an asshole in an attempt to not take advantage of her and he ended up hurting her worse.

Jughead slowly got up, gathering all the supplies to put them away when he heard it: sobbing. Heart wrenching, devastating cries of pain. Not physical pain, emotional pain. He knew all about those types of cries, he’d experienced them several times after his Mom left. It hurt even more that he was the cause of them for Betty. He was pretty sure with the trail of broken hearts that he’d left in his wake, there were probably more than a few girls who cried like this over him, but he never had to hear it for himself.

And he didn’t like this feeling...

“Fuck,” he whispered, running his hands through his hair and debating whether or not he should check on her. She doesn’t want to talk to you right now. Jughead let out a resigned sigh, placing his palm on the door as he leaned his forehead against it and listened to her cries.

I’m sorry, Betty

*****

Betty groaned, a sharp pain in her neck snatching her out of a deep sleep. Her eyes sprung open, looking around to figure out where she was. She sat up slowly, her eyes burning and her body aching when everything started to flood back into the front of her mind: the Ghoulies, the attack by Tallboy, everything. Even Jughead. His cruel words, his hateful stare, his rejection.

I am not going to take advantage of some girl I just met who I’m being forced to babysit and protect

I am not in the habit of fucking girls who I’m gonna have to save every five minutes

You’re too complicated Cooper, too much baggage

Too much baggage...

Well if that ain’t the understatement of the century, I don’t know what the hell is, Betty laughed to herself bitterly. She could see that the clock read 12:07pm and she knew, even if she didn’t want to, she’d have to face him eventually. Frustrated with her situation she decided a nice long shower was in order.

After she showered, she searched around the room for something she could possibly wear and found a large chest in the corner of the room with a padlock on it. On the front was inscribed the name Belladonna and she couldn’t help but wonder, was this chest somehow connected to her Mom too?

Betty decided to pick the lock to find out what secrets were held inside. When she finally got the lock off she found it full of clothes, beautiful flowing clothes. They had obviously been well taken care of but weren’t exactly her style -more bohemian witch then pastel princess- but they would have to do.

She found a beautiful black and silver tattered gypsy skirt and a pair of black leggings to wear underneath. She found a black camisole with a lace overlay that would look nice with it. She already felt chilly and somewhat naked with how low cut her shirt was so she grabbed a black shawl that she saw hanging on the back of the door and slipped on some boots she found before she looked herself over in the mirror.

Betty froze when she saw herself. She looked just like her Mom from the pictures she'd seen of Alice as a teenager and she couldn’t help but tear up. Lord I look like Stevie Nicks’ granddaughter or something. Mom did love her, wanted to be just like her. Betty choked back a sob as a single tear fell down her cheek. Now was not the time to breakdown over her parents. She had other things to deal with at the moment, like finding out who cut their brake lines in the first place.

But first, she had a snake to deal with...

*****

Jughead was trying his best to keep busy and not stare at the closed door with the beautiful blonde behind it. He tossed and turned all night wondering what the hell he was going to say to her this morning when she finally came out of her room. He had gotten up early and had a whole speech prepared for when she came out, but all that was lost when he saw her.

She was a vision, her flaxen curls cascading down around her shoulders, still damp from her obvious shower. Her outfit made her look like a gypsy, coming to curse him for the pain he caused her. Or maybe even a witch who wanted to put a spell on him and make him fall in love with her. He was inclined to believe the latter if this flutter in his chest was any indication.

“Betty, you...” Jughead paused, not entirely sure what he’d say to her.

“Yes Warden, did you need something or am I free to head downstairs?” Betty asked, tilting her head in defiance before turning her back to him and walking out of the door.

What the fuck just happened here? Jughead asked himself. This was going to be a long day, he could tell already.

Jughead sighed, pushing himself to go to his room and get ready for the day. He threw on his jeans and a black tee shirt that showed off his physique and opted for his leather Serpents MC vest instead of his usual jacket.

So what if he was trying to get her to look at him like she had last night? If she can walk out of that room looking like a sexual goddess, he might as well show her the same courtesy.

*****

“Good God, Betty. You look just like Ally,” FP gasped at the sight. It was like seeing the ghost of his lost love and he had to clear his throat before he spoke again. “How did you find those clothes?”

“Oh, they were in a chest in the apartment upstairs. I kind of picked the lock and found these when I noticed the name engraved on the front. Um, were these my mom’s things, FP?” Betty asked, biting her lip nervously.

“Actually, they were. I don’t know how much Alice ever told you about our relationship but it was, unique- to say the least. She and I dated from the time we were thirteen until the summer before she was set to go to college. When we split there was no animosity, she was the only woman I ever truly loved with my whole being, but we knew both that we had to go our separate ways.” FP paused, clearing his throat before he continued.

“She was set for college and I was destined to be the Serpent King, and frankly that is not something you can walk away from. I wasn’t going to drag her down with me so I did the only thing I knew to do, I let her go so she could have a better life. I met Jug’s mom a few years later and the rest was history, as they say.” FP sighed, staring at the ginger-ale in his glass.

“So what does belladonna have to do with my mom? She told me to use that name here and the chest of her clothes has that name on it. What does it mean?” Betty asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Well, Belladonna has two meanings, at least it did for Alice. When we were about eleven, my mom gave Alice a vinyl of Stevie Nicks’ Belladonna album. She listened to that record so much that I had to replace the damn thing three times cause she would wear it out. She was obsessed with Stevie, she wanted to be just like her in every way.” FP laughed, smiling sadly at his drink, “When we were teenagers, the Worm would host karaoke nights every Friday and every damn time she’d drag my ass up on stage to sing the same song with her.”

“What song was it?” Betty whispered, her emotions welling up inside her from learning so much about her mom that she never knew.

“Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around. It was by Stevie and Tom Petty. Honestly, you know how every couple has a song? Well that song became ours, unintentionally of course. It was the song playing in the background the first time we made lov-,” FP stopped talking, his breath shaking as he got lost in his thoughts, “Anyways, I called her Belladonna because of that but also because your mom was a badass. No one messed with Alice Smith if they didn’t want to deal with the consequences. Atropa Belladonna is the scientific term for deadly nightshade, and Alice Smith? That girl was deadly.”

“I remember that song, Mom used to sing it to me when I was little. I remember hearing her listening to it on repeat when she thought no one was home. I guess I know why now,” Betty placed her hand on FP’s who looked at her with tears streaming down his cheeks. “I know she never stopped caring about you FP.”

“Thanks, kid." FP chuckled sadly, "Now that an old man has cried all over you this fine afternoon, how about I teach you to play some pool while we got free tables?”

*****

Jughead finished his lunch then made his way down stairs slowly when the sound of angelic laughter hit him at full force. He followed the voice to see Betty and his father playing pool with several of the other Serpents standing around laughing and ogling the voluptuous blonde’s curves.

Jughead growled, physically growled, when he saw Sweet Pea run his fingers along her bare shoulder, her shawl long since removed and forgotten. No one gets to touch her...

He was seeing red by the time he made it downstairs and sat down at the bar, locking eyes with her as she leaned over the pool table. From this angle he could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra and was practically giving the entire bar a free show.

He could tell she was enjoying making him jealous, teasing him by biting her lip and wiggling her hips at the Serpents behind her while she lined up her shot.

Jughead scowled, his lips pressing into a firm line as she took her shot then cheered, hugging Sweet Pea as it went in. Angry, and a tiny bit hurt if he was being honest, he ordered a beer and walked to the corner booth to pout.

That was until caught the eye of a snake snack - the term used for girls who hung out just to sleep with Serpents every night - by the name of Scarlett. Hmmm, two can play at this game.

Jughead turned towards the girl, patting his lap twice to signal that he wanted her attention. She came running quickly across the bar, catching Betty's attention as she ran past.

Betty shot daggers at the girl as she climbed into Jughead's lap, writhing against him as she kissed his neck and ran her hand along his chest. Jughead's eyes met Betty's, a smirk forming on his lips.

Betty backed up against Sweet Pea's chest, wrapping her hand around his neck and pulling him down to kiss her shoulder and neck while she stared at Jughead.

This went on for hours, both of them watching each other as they flirted with their current distraction. But when Sweet Pea pushed her against a wall and started making out with her, Jughead couldn't take it anymore.

Fine, she wants to flirt with Sweets and climb all over him then I guess she's really made herself clear on who she wants. Jughead broke eye contact with the scene in front of him and slowly whispered something in Scarlett's ear. The girl frowned and looked towards the blonde but nodded in understanding before she got up and walked to the next guy.

Jughead finished his beer alone, not making eye contact with Betty again, even if he did feel her eyes on him. He got up, threw a tip on the table and started to walk away when Betty caught his attention.

She looked at him, still standing in Sweet Pea's arms, a look of concern filling her features. Jughead just looked away, not wanting her to see his pain, and walked upstairs to his apartment.

*****

Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door

Same old line you used to use before

I said ya, well

What am I supposed to do

I didn't know what I was getting into

Betty felt her stomach bottom out when she saw his face, like he was ripped in two and left to bleed all over the bar. Did I take it too far when I let Sweets kiss me? I just wanted to make him jealous, I didn't want to hurt him.

"Sweets, I-I gotta go. I'm sorry," Betty stuttered, grabbing her shawl and running up the stairs after Jughead.

When she finally made it to the apartment she froze, the sounds of music filling her ears.

So you've had a little trouble in town

Now you're keeping some demons down

Stop draggin' my

Stop draggin' my heart around

Betty slowly opened the door to see Jughead standing at his kitchen island, shirtless with his jeans slung low on his hips, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

He didn't look up at her, just stared straight down at his drink, the music surrounding them the only sounds they could hear.

It's hard to think about what you've wanted

It's hard to think about what you've lost

This doesn't have to be the big get even

This doesn't have to be anything at all

When he finally spoke, his voice cracked and she could hear the pain in it, "Sweets is probably missing you about now."

Betty stepped closer to him, her heart breaking at the hurt she had caused him. She was angry and wanted to make him jealous, but she didn’t want to hurt him.

“Jug, I-” she was cut off by Jughead taking three long strides until he had her pressed up against the door, his hands against the wall on either side of her head

(I know you really want to tell me good-bye)

(I know you really want to be your own girl)

“Did you like it Betty? Having him put his hands all over you, shoving his tongue down your throat while he groped you like that?” he growled, his jaw clenched as he waited for her to reply.

She narrowed her eyes and scoffed, “What the hell do you care anyway? You made it pretty clear last night that you didn’t want me and my baggage. That I was just some girl you were being forced to babysit. And if I recall you also had some cheap skank attached to you while we were downstairs, so you’re one to talk. What, was that all to make me jealous?”

Baby, you could never look me in the eye

Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the words

Stop draggin' my

Stop draggin' my heart around

Jughead winced at her statement, looking away so she wouldn't see the guilt he felt at his actions. Not just for tonight but for last night. He hadn’t meant what he said, he wanted her and not just her body. He wanted to get to know her, learn the depths of her very soul, and find out who she was on the inside.

Betty noticed his demeanor changed at her words and when he looked away she realized, he felt bad. She isn’t sure exactly for which part, or how much, but he felt bad. She touched her hand to his cheek, the very same one that she had slapped less than 24 hours before and turned him to look at her. “Jug...”

People running 'round loose in the world

Ain't got nothin' better to do

Than make a meal of some bright eyed kid

You need someone looking after you

She searched his eyes for what he could be feeling when suddenly he surged forward, capturing her lips and pressing himself into her body. Betty’s hands roamed over the hard ridges of his muscles, her fingers dancing across the colorful tattoos painting his body. She moaned as she felt his erection pressing into her, his hands gripping her hips in a bruising embrace.

He broke away, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down her neck and biting her gently. “Jug-, please. Please.”

“What do you need baby, what do you want?” he asked in a raspy whisper.

“You, I need you Jug. Please...”

(I know you really want to tell me goodbye)

(I know you really want to be your own girl)

Jughead wrapped his arms around her, picking her up off the ground and allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She felt her nipples grow hard as they rubbed up against his chest and the thin fabric of her shirt. She was seriously thankful to be in a dress right at this moment. She kissed him again, her fingers digging into her raven locks and tugging in her desperation.

Jughead walked her over to the large kitchen island, sitting her on top as he deepened the kiss. He needed her, wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She could feel it in each and every one of his kisses, in every touch his fingers made against her skin.

“Take me to bed, please,” she begged him. Jughead picked her up again, this time taking her into his room to show her how he really felt about her.

Baby, you could never look me in the eye

Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the words

Betty could feel him everywhere, their naked bodies learning every scar, every blemish until there is nothing left of each other that they don’t know. Her nails dug into his back as she rode him slowly, her arms holding him tightly to her chest as he licked and sucked at the delicate skin of her collar bone.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Betty. God, I have never felt like this before. I promise, I am not going to let anything happen to you, I promise,” he whispered into her skin as he felt himself reaching his peak.

Betty shivered as his hand moved between them to rub her core while he thrusted into her deeper and faster, trying to get her to her own high. “Juggie-” she choked out as she felt herself coming, the pleasure so strong that she felt like she was coming completely undone at the seams.

Jughead followed shortly behind, spilling into her with a grunt and holding her tightly to him still. “Damn...”

Stop draggin' my

Stop draggin' my heart around

Jughead watched her sleep and was sure he’d never seen anything so beautiful before. Her pale, naked form against his dark gray bed sheets, her shallow breaths fanning across his pillows, every curve of her luscious body; all of it giving him inspiration to create. Whether it be writing, or sculpture, or painting, he could spend the rest of his life trying to capture his muse.

He caressed her cheek, promising to everything that was holy that he would protect her, with his life if need be. He may have just met her, but he’s never felt his heart beating the way it has since she came into his life.

To Be Continued...

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