#tom buckley x y/n

[pinguwrites]

Our True Nature | Tom Buckley

Pairing -> dom!tom buckley x student!psychic!reader

Summary -> You're different, you always have been; you've know that ever since you were a little kid who made your toys float in the air. Despite your great abilities you've pursued a rather humble life, looking for others like you. Your search comes to an end when you realize that your professor's assistant, Tom Buckley — the one you've been harboring a secret crush on — is a psychic, just like you.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: smut (minors dni), dom!Tom and sub!reader, age-gap (not specified, but reader is college-aged), praise kink, slight degradation, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, um superpower play??? telekinesis play??? I don't know what that shit's called, overstimulation, mild breeding kink, tom is wild and says dirty stuff, weird magic lore I made up (you can trust me, I used to write fantasy), mild hamilton reference ig, rough sex but not much emphasis on it

Disclaimer: Red Lights characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

When you first saw him it was like the world around you stopped. The rain that had been pouring down like a storm the entire day ceased its brutal assault, and in that week of dull weather and gray skies, the sun finally peeked out from behind the clouds and cast a heavenly glow around his body.

He looked like an angel. Dark hair caressed by sunlight, eyes as pale blue as a glacier, and the most handsome face you’d ever seen. It was all right there, across the parking lot of the university, just waiting to be seen. A god amongst humans, a flower in a field of grass.

But then the moment passed. He walked away, without any word or acknowledgment, like he never even saw you at all. It wasn’t until later on did you realize who this man was — Tom Buckley, your new professor’s assistant.

You supposed that was when the attraction started. You tried to kid yourself and say that it was actually halfway through the year when he started offering private study sessions, or when he made it a point to greet you good morning every day, or even when he insisted you call him Tom, but you knew the truth. You had fallen for him the second you saw him but were only too ashamed to admit it.

A god amongst humans.

It was a silly phrase you used to describe him. He wasn’t a god. Not even close to one. He was nothing like you. He couldn’t see visions of the future, or make a door open and close at his whim. He was just a person, a person you had a silly, undeniable crush on. A person you could not stop staring at.

He was currently leading the lesson today, showcasing a video on how a fake psychic used tricks behind the scenes to fool her audience, but you weren’t paying attention at all. Your chin was resting in your hand, and your gaze was upon Tom like he was the only thing that mattered.

You could barely see him in the poor lighting. The best you got was a figure and a shadow on the projection, but that didn’t deter you at all. All you wanted was to observe him, the way he moved, the way he talked, the way his hands would gesture as he explained the concepts students didn’t understand.

He seemed to notice your blatant staring, because after the video ended and he turned the lights back on, his eyes locked with yours, and he did what he always did: made you stay behind after class.

“Is something wrong?” you asked. It was a routine question. When the students got up to leave you would approach his desk, feigning confusion, waiting for him to say, ‘No, nothing, I just wanted to look over the assignment with you.’

You were sure your friends thought you were dumb. Why else would you need extra help all the time? but that was a much better assumption than the idea that you were fucking Mr. Buckley, so you never bothered correcting them.

“No, nothing, I just . . . ” Tom started but then trailed off. From this distance, you could properly admire the light freckles scattered across his pale face and took a moment to save the image in your head. When he continued, your attention snapped back. “I have a couple of questions.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Let’s go to my office.” He looked a little nervous for some reason. The walk to his office was spent trying to deduce why. Maybe something was wrong this time.

You sat down on one of the chairs by his desk. His room was filled with all sorts of odd things, namely technology used to disprove — or prove — paranormal activity. Occasionally, this material would be showcased in class, and he and Matheson would do replicas of former encounters to demonstrate how they worked.

You always paid very close attention to those days, in case you ever need the information in the future. How to Evade Ghost Hunters 101!

“What is it? Have I really done something wrong this time?” you joked, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

He laughed. A beautiful smile.

“Of course not, you’re my star student.” Your heart warmed at that. “I just wanted to test some things out with you. For the curriculum, Dr. Matheson and I were considering adding it to the course, and we want your opinion.”

You nodded. “That’s fine with me.”

“Good.”

He opened a drawer and pulled out a tarot card pack.

“We want to do a lesson on how pictures and symbolism can be manipulated to fit the victim’s life,” he said, shuffling the deck. “Tarot cards are so vague and general — The Fool, for example, represents new beginnings and adventure. Is that not the foundation of everyone’s life? To explore, to be inexperienced?”

You agreed. “And how are you planning on presenting this to the class? Give out a tarot reading to everyone?”

Tom chuckled. “I just want to try it out with you, to prove it.”

He held out the cards for you to pick, but you stopped him. “Aren’t I supposed to tell you what I want to know?”

There was a brief silence, and if you looked carefully, you could see a light pink tinge glaze over his cheeks, and his breathing hitch ever so slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. 

“Don’t worry. Whatever you want to know about me,” you offered, amused at his reaction. “Tell me, what are you looking for?”

“I want to know your secrets,” he admitted. “I want to know what you’re hiding.”

“You’ll be disappointed. There’s nothing interesting about me.”

“We’ll see.”

You picked three cards and placed them down on the table. Each representative of either the past, present, or future, or at least, that’s how you were assuming he was doing the reading.

He turned the first card. It was The Star, reversed. 

“Something in the past was bothering you,” he said. “You felt hopeless, like you had no more motivation . . . Am I right in guessing it was the result of something specific?”

“Yes,” you said. Obviously, his reading wasn’t true, how could it be? he wasn’t like you, but he was definitely right about the way people manipulated the symbolism. You doubted he knew the real reason why you had been so depressed.

He flipped over the next card. The Lovers. 

He grinned. “I’m sure you can guess what this means. Are you in a relationship?”

You shook your head.

“Then it’s about a potential someone. You’ll find your complimentary, someone you can balance with — it could be platonic, or romantic, but no matter the type of relationship, they’ll be loving, and supportive.”

You looked into his eyes before returning your attention back down to the cards. Oh, how you wished it was him. 

He turned the last card.

“The Ten of Cups. Your desires will be fulfilled. You’ll be happy, whatever problems you had in the past will be resolved.”

It was silent for a moment. You expected him to ask you questions of how accurate it was, and how quickly you connected his predictions to events in your life, but he didn’t.

“Do you believe in magic?” he asked bluntly. “The supernatural? You either do or you don’t, I can’t imagine you’d be wasting your time in this class if your opinion was neutral.”

You felt like you’d been put right on the spot. You thought about the right way to answer. “I believe in it, in the sense that I’m open about what we don’t know, and am optimistic about all the possibilities.”

He all but rolled his eyes. “C’mon. That was so wordy. I want to hear the truth.”

He leaned in closer. Your faces were inches apart, and you could feel his minty breath on your face. 

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I believe in magic.”

He pulled away, satisfied. “I believe in magic, too.”

You quirked an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? Have you ever seen it in action?”

“Maybe,” he answered vaguely, a grin on his face. “Let me see your palm.”

You wanted to laugh, but you yourself was very eager to comply with his demands, not because you thought the experiments were interesting, but rather you enjoyed spending time with him, and the prospect of him touching you—even though it was only your hand—was thrilling.

Tom caressed the lines on your palms. He was distracted by it.

You weren’t sure what it was about him that made you so drawn. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, it was only something based on lust and looks, but this was more. You didn’t just like him, you found him utterly attractive, in a way that surpassed physicality.

It certainly wasn’t his personality. You thought you two were compatible in mentality, and you got along well, but he was rather boring. He wasn’t fiery nor exciting, nothing that could take you off guard or pique your curiosity. 

He was intelligent. He told you he used to study physics, something you just had to respect him for, but you didn’t know that until just recently, and it’s not like his day-to-day actions showcased his genius. 

You really didn’t know what it was, and a part of not knowing made it all the more mysterious. But it also made you feel vulnerable. In less than a year, you had become so hopelessly, irrevocably, in love with someone. He could do anything and you wouldn’t blink an eye. He had so much power over you, and he didn’t even know it.

“Can you feel it?” he asked softly, looking up at you.

You pulled your hand away, too flustered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He took your hand again, unrelenting. He gripped it tighter, encasing it in his warmth. It felt so nice.

“Between us,” he clarified, his voice low. He was gazing at you intently.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you like me?” he asked, his tone almost desperate. “I see you do things, impossible things. When you drop a pencil in class it floats back up to your hand, when your coffee gets too cold I see you wrap your hand around the cup and make it bubble. No one else notices, but I do. I see it.”

You froze, or rather, your mind was instantly filled with so many thoughts you couldn’t comprehend them all at once. 

You thought you were careful with your abilities because up until now, no one had caught you. Not since you were a teenager who copied off others during a test, not since you got your first car and put it on autopilot so you could sleep during a drive, not even since you were a little girl who was too lazy to tie her own braid at school. 

“T-Tom,” you stuttered. “I don’t . . .”

And what was that he said about being like him? Was he implying that he could do these things too? That after all these years of searching, you’d finally found another psychic?

Tom’s face fell. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” He chuckled nervously. “I don’t know what I was saying. Just forget it.”

He cleared his throat. You still didn’t say anything. It was like someone had pressed a mute button and you couldn’t speak, no matter how badly you wanted to say something.

“You should go,” he suggested. “Thank you, for all the help.”

He stood up, and you did too, mirroring his actions. He lead you over to the exit. “Have a nice day, I look forward to seeing you in class next week.”

You turned around, not wanting to leave yet. “Tom . . .”

He was about to close the door when you stopped it with your foot, budged it open, and leapt into his arms, placing a passionate kiss on his lips.

You didn’t know what you were doing. You didn’t know what you were thinking. All that you knew was that you wanted him. Badly. As you pushed your way back inside the room, you feared for a moment that he was going to shove you off, tell you he didn’t mean it like that, but he didn’t. He pulled you inside and lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and sat you on top of his desk, returning the kiss with even more intensity.

“Tom,” you all but moaned. You felt confused and dazed, but with the way Tom was nibbling at your neck, sucking and licking, you could tell he wasn’t in the same boat as you. You relaxed, letting everything go. You could let him take care of this—whatever this was. Let him take care of you.

“Can I take it off?” he asked in between kisses. He tugged at your shirt, fingers hovering above the buttons.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Please, please, please—”

The buttons unbuttoned themselves. You gasped a little in surprise as your shirt was tossed to the side. That was all the confirmation you needed—Tom Buckley was just like you. 

The realization that you had finally found another was lost when he started kneading your breasts through your bra. “Such a needy girl,” he cooed. “Didn’t know she could get like that. Doesn’t want to answer my questions but needs me to please her.”

“Fuck,” you let out, surprised at the dirty talk, but pleased nonetheless. “I just want you.”

“I know you do. Staring at me like a piece of meat in class. That’s all I am to you, hmm? Just a hot teacher to fuck. You tell your little friends about me?”

“No!” You whined when his hands went underneath your bra and pinched your nipple. “Ow! I’ve never told anyone.”

“Ah, I knew you were a good girl.”

You whined again and nuzzled your head in the crook of his shoulder, not wanting him to see how flustered he was making you. 

“Pretty girl,” he murmured, unclasping your bra, watching your breasts fall out. “Beautiful girl . . . Can I suck?”

“Yes!” you said impatiently. You found it sexy that he kept asking for permission, but also annoying—he needed to get straight to the point, and stop teasing you.

He latched his lip onto your hard nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, occasionally nipping on it. While his mouth was occupied, his hands were roaming your body, up to your face and down to as far as he could reach, which while you were sitting down, was all the way to your ankles.

He switched nipples and went to your other breast, making you release a sigh of satisfaction. He eventually let go and gave you another kiss, his tongue slipping inside.

You looked down. He was hard, subtly trying to grind himself between your legs. “Mmm,” he moaned against your lips. 

His moan was wonderful. If not for your own pleasure, you wanted to continue this just so you could elicit another sound out of him.

In a bold move, you reached down and squeezed his crotch. He let out a sound, more strangled this time, and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you both.

He placed his hand over the hand that was palming his cock, encouraging you to keep going, with eyes shut and nose scrunched up. He then moved it to lean on your shoulders.

“Do you like it rough or vanilla?” he asked. “I can do both.”

You tried to hide your grin. “Rough.”

He knew that by saying that you didn’t want it completely that way. The actions, yes, but you still wanted to hear him praise you, to caress you, to whisper sweet things in your ear.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He picked you — handsome and strong — and laid you down on the couch. It wasn’t that large, but at least it was more comfortable than his desk, and you didn’t want to wait any longer by going to his place or yours.

“I want to let you know,” he started seriously, “that this isn’t a, uh, one-night stand. I don’t want that, not from you.”

“I don’t want that either,” you said. 

“And I don't do this often. Well, I don't do this at all. With other students, I mean. You’re the first. I don’t want you to think that I’m just, how do you say it? playing you?”

You giggled. He didn’t seem like the playboy type at all. In fact, when most men and women flirted with him, he usually got all uncomfortable and quiet, a fact that boosted your ego, as he never felt that way around you.

“This is serious for me, too. Let’s keep it a secret until this semester is over. And when I’m out of your class we can make it public, okay?”

He nodded, and leaned down to kiss you again, soft and delicate. 

“Take off your shirt,” you demanded.

He smiled at your behavior. It took a minute, because he was wearing his suit, but he managed to get it off with your help. You didn’t want to damage his clothing, it was probably on the more expensive side, and he looked so exquisite in it. 

You admired his chest. He was lean, but you could still see some faint muscles. After all, he had carried you to the couch. He was perfect. It was just what you had hoped for.

This moment didn’t feel real. How was it that you had gotten so lucky? You were here with the man of your dreams, in his arms, and you were about to make love. 

“Get on your knees.”

You did as he asked. You had done this a couple times before, so you weren’t really worried. You could even take cock all the way in, but when you saw his size, you gulped.

He guided your face to it. You licked the tip to the base to the balls, wondering how you were going to make it fit. You reasoned with yourself that if you couldn’t you could just use your hands for the rest.

That was, until he slid his cock inside your mouth and pushed it as far as he could. You controlled your gag reflex and started bobbing your head up and down, the sensation causing your eyes to tear, but not in pain. 

He wiped them away. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t say anything, not with your mouth filled. You showed your answer by sucking him, fondling his balls, looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes.

“Ohhh, you take it so well. So well.”

He pushed your head all the way down, keeping it there for a few seconds. You breathed in through your nose, trying to keep yourself under control whilst still making the experience pleasurable for him. He seemed to like it, with the way he was rolling his hips against your mouth, even though there was nothing left to fit inside. 

Then, suddenly, you felt something rubbing your clit through your pants. You tried to pull off of Tom, concerned at what it might be, when you realized it was him. He was the one doing it, making you feel this way. 

He kept your head in place, a pleased smile on his face. “Like that?”

You moaned. You couldn’t concentrate on him, not when your body was being pleasured so good. How much practice had he had with his abilities? How could he focus when you were going down on him? It was probably the age. He wasn’t that much older than you, but he was older, and surely that came with more practice. 

He pulled you off of him after a few minutes of you squirming and gagging, placing you down on the couch. He made sure your head was in a comfortable position before taking off your pants and pulling out his cock. Your pussy was still being rubbed, by whatever invisible force he was using, and it was about to make you come.

“I—I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he shushed, pressing his cock at your entrance. 

“Let me make you—”

“No,” he growled. “I’m going to come inside of you. Don’t think, just let your professor handle it.”

You knew he wasn’t technically your professor. He was just the TA, but it was still sexy to hear him say that. It reminded you of your student-teacher relationship, the forbiddeness of it all. 

You came just as his cock slid in. He sighed, feeling your pussy flutter and your cream leak out on him. He looked down, taking in the view, before pulling his cock out and slamming it back in, taking you off guard. 

His pace was unrelenting. You didn’t know he could be so animalistic. He was panting and groaning in your ear, holding your body in place even though you weren’t going anywhere. He was still rubbing your clit — technically — but you didn't mind. You could take another orgasm.  Besides, you weren’t sure if he would stop even if you asked. He looked so blissed out, like he was in another world, the only thing driving him his primal instinct.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he said, increasing the intensity of his pace. The couch was now shuffling a little, moving forward a little bit each time, but Tom didn’t seem to notice. “You need it so bad. Just want me to take care of you, yeah?”

“Yes,” you cried out, rather pathetically. It was crazy to think how submissive this man could make you. You had never been like this with any of your other partners, but with him, you felt safe, like you trust him with anything.

“I can imagine — you in class, giving me one of those eyes you always do. Fuck — the other students don’t suspect a thing, but both you and I know that I’ll have you over my desk by evening.”

The thought alone made your mind whirl.

“I should fill your panties with my cum, make you walk around in it,” he said. That shouldn’t have aroused you as much as it did. He noticed your reaction. “Oh, you enjoy hearing me say those things? Those depraved, dirty things.”

He hit that spot in you, the one that made you go crazy, and you cried out, clutching his shoulders.

“There it is,” he said, mostly to himself, as he kept ramming that spot over and over again. The added sensations made you go limp in his arms. You could feel that familiar coil in your stomach, the one that told you you were going to orgasm again.

You threw your head back, looking up at the ceiling as you came, but your peace of mind didn’t last long. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him, beating that same spot again, all while continuing the assault on your clit. “Look at me, I want to see your face.”

You looked right into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, and you could tell an orgasm was coming for him, too.

You felt a little ashamed that in such a short time he had made you come twice, and you hadn’t at all — at least, not yet — but like he said before, he didn’t want you to think, so you didn’t, and let whatever thoughts you had left bouncing around in your head leave.

“You’re wonderful,” he praised, kissing you again. He couldn’t get enough of it. Your teeth clashed briefly, but neither of your cared. He just wanted to taste you. “I can’t wait to be with you.”

With that, he came inside, filling you up to the brim with his hot seed. He kept his cock in, holding your hips in place, until he was satisfied and pulled out.

He laid on top of you on the couch, caressing the side of your cheek as you both recovered and took your breath. 

It was silent. Just the two of you, in his office. You had finally found the one. The one you were sure you were going to spend the rest of your life with, all happy and in love like a fairytale.

“I didn’t . . . I didn’t think I’d ever find another,” you finally said.

“I didn’t either. I’m glad it was you. I’m glad it’s you I get to share this with.”

“Hey, what was with the cards? Were you just testing me?”

“Yeah.” He turned to face you. “I wasn’t sure if I was just seeing things. I mean, you get up so early and go to work, sometimes you just imagine a kid opening a door on its own or playing tricks with her assignments. I had to be sure.”

“So, you weren’t intending to tell my future?”

“You can’t actually do that,” he said.

“Yes you can.”

He blinked, surprised. 

“I know you said the interpretation is very broad, but it still works.”

“You can actually tell the future?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t have to be with Tarot cards only. But whatever methods, I don’t do it often, I feel like it messes with things. But sometimes I just get these images in my head, and I can’t stop it.”

It hadnt occurred to you that even though you were both psychic, your powers, or at least, the direction you went with them, were different.

“If you weren’t reading my future, what were you doing?”

“I noticed that objects imbued with magic, especially artifacts, radiated energy—a feeling, one that only I could sense. If I gave the same impression on those cards, and you happened to pick them, it would either be a huge coincidence or it would mean you were drawn to them, albeit unknowingly. It was just something to give me more confidence.”

You weren’t aware that was something a person could do. You supposed there were plenty of things you didn’t know. You were looking forward to learning from him, and teaching him as well. You were both in uncharted waters, not knowing where this would lead you both. But it was okay, as long as you had him by your side.

You did worry a little that this intense connection you felt with him was only in an otherworldly sense, that you fell for him because of this magic, but you shook the thought away. That wasn’t true. You wouldn’t let it be true. You loved him and he loved you—and that was it. Nothing more. 

“I can do another round,” he said suddenly. “You?”

You grinned and nodded. “Yeah. But this time, I want to ride you.”

He laughed and flipped you both over so that you were on top of him. “Show me how you get off, babygirl.”

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❝𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚❞

Pairing:

Tom Buckley x Best Friend!Reader

Summary:

When looking at her standing in her white dress, Tom realized he had to be the one to cut the string that tied him and her together despite not wanting to, but he had to.

Warning(s): Angst. Implied jealousy. Mutual pining, but unrequited love. Implied psychic powers. Implied toxic relationship (Reader/Sal). Minors dni! Note: Sal Owen is the male equivalent of Sally in the movie. Also Tom gives me a vibe that girls break his heart. Margaret Matheson is alive in this fic. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac especially live version is my Roman Empire!

Word Count: 2k

Tom knocked on the door tentatively, the sounds of his knuckles -the knuckles he had dealt with violence who dared to cross his line that night in the theater- rapping against the wood echoed, drawing the attention of someone in the room.

Y/N turned away from the standing mirror at the corner of the room to face him. He could see that her eyes widened when they laid on him.

"Tom," she said his name in breathless-like quality in her voice as she stared at him. Her hair was curled lightly, and it cascaded down her back, away from her face. His eyes flickered to her hands when she gripped the dress as she looked down.

She was a vision.

He inclined his head towards her, "Y/N." He said her name simply, but it held so much emotion that he held back from her.

"You came," she beamed at him, and the sight of her smile had his heart flutter as he smiled in return.

He then chuckled softly, "how could I not." 

He was seventeen when he met her in the hallway at high school. Her locker was next to his, and they had met when her lock was jammed, and she had roped him into helping her. She went out of her way to bake him his favorite sweets out of gratitude. 

She came and went throughout the years, but they were still best of friends.

He'd remembered the days when she would laugh that slight airy sound that would've warmed his heart, except she was laughing with Sal Owen, her fiancé. He wasn't amused by it, the jokes her fiancé had made in an attempt to make her laugh, wasn't funny at all.

When Y/N left her then-boyfriend the first time after he barely put any efforts in their relationship, she came down to the city to stay with him. It was one of the best and the worst things that could ever happen to him. It was torture, her being nearby all the time and not being able to do anything about it.

She helped him with PowerPoint presentations, put together experiments that debunked supernatural phenomena, and would be a volunteer during Dr. Matheson’s lectures. She loved her like a family.

There was a little animosity from Margaret’s side due to the fact that Y/N was ditzy, but she quickly warmed up to her after learning that she was nothing like she portrayed herself to others who did not know her.

A simple phone call from Sal had Y/N pack up her bags and leave his place.

She came and went, just like that.

Then Y/N and Sal were back together, and he was okay with it because he knew it would end again.

It ended again, a different reason this time. He was caught with another woman, and it broke her.

She had called him one night, with the sounds of sniffling and a shaky voice had him running to the town and take her back to his place like before. 

He was there for her when no one else couldn't. 

She had confessed in a small voice when they were sitting on the couch, saying she missed being here more than where she was at with her ex-boyfriend, and she was considering moving to be closer to him.

It gave him a slither of hope. That he might had a chance, but he wouldn't do anything until she was emotionally feeling better. It wouldn't be good if he took advantage of her in her vulnerable state.

He wished for her to see that Sal wasn't worthy of her affections.

He loved her and he wanted to do this right.

The situation with a world-renowned psychic Simon Silver got out of hand and had taken him away from her.

That was when Sal somehow wormed his way back to her heart, and things were okay again.

With a heavy heart, he knew it wasn't the right time for them.

They talked a few times in few and far between.

When Margaret, his co-worker and a good friend received an invitation to the wedding, she was wide eyed when he entered the lecture. Fortunately for both of them, the classroom was empty. She knew how much he loved Y/N, and dreaded telling him the news.

With a whisper, she told him that his best friend was getting married.

He did nothing but walked out of the room with an unreadable expression.

Tom knew Margaret was somewhat in a foul mood due to his careful stoic persona turned abrasive and irritated which affected the rest of the students.

He tried to keep it together that day, stoic and professional-like, then once the day went by, it was time for him to go home to his empty place.

That was when he’d let go of his façade.

He lashed out in his apartment, turning his room upside down far too many times, and he would be solemnly silent in the dark of nightfall.

A few days before the wedding, Margaret stormed into his office with her arms crossed, staring down at him with hard eyes while he was sitting by his desk, and proceeded to tell him that he needed to get his act together and go to his best friend’s wedding.

She had told him that if he didn’t want his best friend marrying the guy who’d never treated her right then tell her before it was too late, but if he didn’t want to do that then he needed to let her go.

He thought of the memories all those years ago. In his darkest days, she had always been there for him, he hadn't known she wouldn’t make him forget who he was.

Not even his previous relationships were able to make him forget how he felt for the girl he met at the locker. He did love them; but his best friend, with her eyes fierce, and determination that came down onto him like an iron fist, had made his love for them pale in comparison.

He didn't want to fall in love with her; nothing good could come out of it being in love with their best friend, but how could he not when in her eyes, they were the windows to her soul, the one that made her different from the others who wronged him in the past.

Tom gazed at her as she looked out to the window to see the landscape of where she was having the venue at. 

With a sense of heavy heart sitting in his chest, he blinked placing his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

He would have to let her go.

"I came here because Margaret thinks that you shouldn't marry Sal." A tiny white lie slipped from his tongue, as he raked his eyes over her dress as a reminder that she could be making a potential mistake, in his eye that was.

"And I couldn't help but to agree with her," he said slowly, pride nearly rose up to prevent him from speaking any further, but he suppressed it.

Y/N turned away from the window to face him, with a slight disbelief on her face, a taut grimace on her lips. "What?"

He took a step forward, suddenly feeling the courage that he hadn't felt before. "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" He murmured.

He was beyond to the point of being exhausted of never getting what he wanted.

Between the time of her spending some time with him to the time of today, he was being driven slowly insane with affection and grief and longing.

A never-ending torment.

He just wanted her, to be loved by her. 

Wholly and irrevocably. 

It was his fault for her to not know how he felt about her, nor could he just expect her to read him, especially since he tried to keep his feelings locked up in the shields of his heart.

It wasn't a coincidence that he kissed her, hovering over her lips back when they were drunk together at a dive bar, excusing for his inebriated behavior. She tried to be someone else that night due to heartbreak she was experiencing again, but he saw right through her within a mile away. 

Y/N didn't dye her hair, it was not something she would do. That night her hair was a different color, she was trying to be different, and he knew that. He could tell the difference in her eyes that night; before when she had the first heartbreak, it was painful to look into her eyes. A third time, her eyes were more guarded and vulnerable all at once.

Since she was playing a game with her liver, he went along for the ride, alcohol running through his bloodstream. She wouldn't know that he was not as drunk as she was, and that was why he took advantage of kissing her.

It was something he had always wanted.

He was truly a selfish man, but he would never tell her so, and he got away with it when her lips caved under his lips. If he could do it again, he would.

When they crossed each other's paths over and over, there was always something in between them. Always. 

He knew he had feelings for her from the beginning, he knew people could see the adoration in his eyes whenever he looked at her, and he didn't care because no one would say anything. 

Even when Sal in the same room as him, he knew that Sal was reminded that there was a serious competition between them due to his position in her life and how long he had been a part of it; the way Sal shifted towards her as if he could protect her from him, hidden threats behind the snide words he tended to throw at him, and most of all, he hated when they spent any second together.

She had always rebelled against her fiancé when it came to him, defended him on her own premise, and trusted him explicitly.

Maybe, he had thought she felt something for him too.

Now, he wasn't so sure, and he hated being unsure of anything, especially something this important. She was supposed to be his. His. Her fiancé didn't appreciate her the way she deserved. Tom would have given her the moon and the stars if she had asked.

He saw her nearly faltered, and he blinked. "I just needed to know if it's something that you truly want, if that is what you desire." He murmured before sauntering over to her.

She didn't say anything other than sadness that flitted in her eyes when she looked at him and he swallowed thickly. With a sense of clarity with the way it was in her eyes when she gazed at him, he knew she loved him too, knowing she made her choice when she said yes to Sal.

Then she closed her eyes when his hand reached out to thread his fingers in her strands. He noticed that she leaned in his touch slightly, and it broke his heart even more.

"I don't want you to marry him, but I know you will.” He chuckled mirthlessly, inhaling slowly then exhaling which sounded shaky. Sadness radiated in his veins. “And when you do, this is it for me after tonight.” The sentence ended in a whisper as his bottom lip slightly trembled at the thought it would be the last time.

She slowly opened her eyes to peer at him under her eyelashes. With glassy eyes, she whispered, “why?"

However, she was always holding him at arm’s length, as if she was afraid of him being the one to truly break her heart, tear it out of her chest, and throw it to the ground for her to never be able to get it back in one piece.

Suddenly his throat began to close on him, and he inhaled sharply before feeling a brim of anguish. The emotion caused his eyes to soften with a bitter smile, he curled his fingers around her ear to brush away a loose strand before confessing.

"I love you, but you would not let me."

Perhaps in another life.

#tom buckley #tom buckley x reader #Tom Buckley x you #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #red lights #Tom Buckley x y/n

[cameronspecial]

Masterlist

Welcome to my writing! Hope you find what you are looking for and if you don’t, then requests are open but I only really look at them for inspiration so no guarantees it gets written! Also just comment or send me a message if you want to be a part of any of my taglists.

Rafe Cameron

Drew Starkey

Zach MacLaren

Anthony Lockwood

George Karim

Evan Buckley

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

#lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #george karim #lucy carlyle #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #george karim x reader #lucy carlyle x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron series #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland au #tom holland fan fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagines #tom holland imagine #tom holland blurb #tom holland x yn #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #evan buckley x reader

[strxngewitch02]

Welcome to my masterlist! It's mainly cillian murphy characters from different movies and show's! ( mainly movies ) I hope you guy's enjoy!

WARNING : Most of my works will contain NSFW content, such as smut so please be cautious of what you read. I'll still add warnings on any one-shot if it does contain smut or any other content.

masterlist currently under construction but I’ll add more characters the more I write and come up with ideas :) also please be patient with me because I am a slow writer doing my best.....

anyways! thank you for reading! ♡

• ILLICIT AFFAIRS (18+) | PART 1 | PART 2 |

• ENCHANTED (18+)

• SAY YES TO HEAVEN (18+)

#cillian x fem!reader #cillian x y/n #cillian one shot #cillian murphy #cillian x reader #cillian smut #cillian #johnathan crane #the delinquent season #cillian murphy x reader #y/n #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy smut #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #jackson rippner #tom buckley #reader #red light #red eye #watching detectives #openheimer #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x y/n #fan fiction #smut

[rosiemarieyn]

Taglist !!

|| Please do leave a comment if you'd like to be in my taglist !! No specific genre, but if you'd like I can also do that (ex: tagging you under a fluff post) you can also dm me, I don't mind <3 ||

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #cillian fic #cillian x reader #fem!reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x y/n #robert capa x reader #robert fischer #j robert oppenheimer #robert fischer x y/n #robert fischer x reader #robert capa #oppenheimer x reader #oppenheimer #lenny miller #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis #tom buckley #tom the party #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x you

[satelitis]

꒰ CAN'T GET RID OF ME THAT EASILY ꒱ . . . f reed !

pairing(s) : fulton reed x fem!portman!reader (romantic) , dean portman x sister! reader (platonic)

in which before the game against varsity, the portman siblings have a surprise up their sleeves.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, yelling, swearing

robin chirps : erm so im out of my writing slump and ziggy and i nonstop talk about tmd and our boyfriends, so i decided to surprise her since she kinda got me out of my writing slumps and introduced me to my bf charlie and one of the most amazing movies of all time <3 ily zigma!! [@spaceagebachelormann]

"your'e playing hard, i'm proud of you guys." coach orion reassured as he patted russ on the shoulder.

"they're cheap shotting us to death!" luis groaned.

"i know they are, i know they are." orion sympathized.

"It's gonna take a miracle for us to hold on." averman replied. little did the ducks know that "miracle" would be a little more unexpected then they thought.

suddenly, the door burst open revealing a tall brunette with a bandana around his head. dean portman.

"dean portman is awarded a full athletic and academic scholarship to the eden hall academy," dean read off his maroon folder. "i found this lying around at home in chicago, my attorny thought i should sign it, and i agreed." he continued. "it's offical boys, im back!" he exclaimed as all the ducks cheered, especially fulton. his heart broke the day that his best friend dean, and the love of his life, y/n had to go back to chicago. he was ecstatic at the sudden appearance of his fellow bash brother. but if dean was here...then where was y/n?

"hey you ass, where'd you go?" a voice spoke in the doorway. fulton could recognize that voice from anywhere. y/n. the voice was further identified when she herself wandered into the room. fulton was beyond shocked, jovial and he felt that he might have a heart attack because of how much was happening. in no time at all, y/n was in fultons arms their lips interlocked.

"did you miss me?" y/n teased, as fulton rolled his eyes, kissing her once again. dean looked partially disgusted.

"what the hell. why didn't i get one?" dean joked, activly trying to piss y/n off. the girl gave her brother the bird as the ducks laughed and watched the cute reunion. russ and averman made jokes in the background and snickered.

"oh, fulton! i missed you so much mwah mwah mwah." averman said in a feminine high pitched voice, as he faked kissing noises. russ continued with the bit presumably as fulton.

"i missed you too, babe." he said also mimicking kissing sounds. the ducks snickered. fulton proceeded to threaten the two.

"will you shut the hell up before i give you pucks for teeth?" he said. averman and russ laughed, as they stopped the bit. fulton turned his attention back to y/n now answering her question. '

"of course i missed you, you were gone for like ever." he exaggerated. but that's what it felt like for the couple.

"the phone calls weren't the same." he frowned softly.

"yeah, 'specially WHEN DEANS BREATHING ON THE OTHER LINE." y/n raises her voice as she turns back to dean.

"why didn't you call me and tell me you were coming?" he asked her,

"cause this was way more fun." she replied, a goofy grin on their faces. "you can't get rid of me that easily." she said.

'i'd hate to intrude on your little love fest but we got a bunch of temperamental man children's asses to kick." russ chimed in.

the ducks all cheered as they made their way on the ice.

"is that dean portman?" the teenage announcer asked. the crowd was in unbelief, "oh and his sister, y/n! they're both back!" he exclaimed.

"who are those kids? they cant play!" tom exclaimed. "they're on scholarship tom, my hands are tied." dean buckley replied.

"so you're the big enforcer, huh? well its nice to meet you, see, we have a lot more in common then you think-" dean rambled.

"shut up." the warrior spat, "lets play hockey," he said.

"whatever you say sunshine," dean shrugged, the game continued as dean ended up making cole go through the glass, shattering it.

dean and fulton cheered as they banged their heads together. "the bash brothers are back and they're here to stay and so is "y/n "the firecracker" portman, as she scores goal one for the ducks!" the announcer called out and boy was fulton beyond happy with it.

#quill to paper (rowan's version) #fulton reed #fulton reed x reader #the mighty ducks #the mighty ducks x reader #d1 #d2 #d3 #fulton reed x fem reader #fulton reed x yn

[svltzmans]

she's just not into you - r.b.

robin buckley x fem!lesbian!reader

steve has been looking at y/n y/l/n for months, to no avail. she just seems to have no interest, even with steve's kind gestures. he doesn't understand why. robin does.

a/n:

hi!! omg this is the first time i'm ever writing something like this! i hope someone sees it and likes it lol :) pls ignore any grammar mistakes i tried my best!!

"i can't believe you managed to score a date with the hottest girl in all of hawkins after my millions of failed attempts", steve remarks, his hands running through his almost-too-long coffee-colored locks. "you've seen it! she just isn't into me at all."

"well, you're not exactly tom cruise or anything", robin responds sarcastically, still lugging her trumpet case from the pep rally.

"tom cruise probably couldn't even pull y/n y/l/n anyway."

"but i could."

"don't remind me!"

the two best friends continue down the halls of hawkins high, robin's heart still pounding remembering what she had managed to pull off minutes prior.

she has a date. a real one.

with y/n y/l/n.

she feels like she'll always remember the exact moment y/n's lips lifted into a smile as she accepted her offer.

the hawkins high pep rally was one of robin's least favorite events of the year.

she loved playing the trumpet. she actually really did.

but playing it in front of her high school full of judgemental jocks and cheerleaders wasn't quite her speed.

nonetheless, she knew she would get to see y/n y/l/n in the crowd. and that made her confidently apply a little extra makeup in steve's car, despite the background noise of steve's babbling.

robin's heartbeat kicked up the second steve pulled into the hawkins high parking lot. she scanned the crowd, but caught no sight of the girl she wanted to see.

that was, until she stepped into the stuffy gym and began to ascend the bleachers.

"robin!", a familiar voice sang.

"oh, y/n! hi!"

"i'm excited to hear you play. i'll be right near the band section!"

those words make robin's stomach start to twist.

"i'll make sure to play as best as i can then!"

y/n laughs in a way that makes robin's cheeks flush a red so deep it's almost maroon.

"oh, y/n, i wanted to ask you a question actually."

oh god, it's happening.

"what's up, robin?"

it's actually happening.

"can you meet me below the bleachers at the end of the pep rally?"

robin's heart pounds while she waits for a response. sure, y/n doesn't know her plans, at least not yet. but simply the thought of her and y/n in privacy makes her feel nervous.

"yeah! i'll meet you there!"

robin simply smiles genuinely, nods, and starts the short walk to the band section of the bleachers.

the pep rally flies by in a blur. robin almost forgets the songs she has to play countless times, her mind only focused on what she wanted to say to y/n.

finally, the student population starts to file out of the gym, and robin makes her way to the bottom of the bleachers. to her surprise, y/n is already standing there, leaning against the wall.

"hey rob!"

the nickname sends a chill down robin's spine.

"y/n! you beat me here!"

"i couldn't keep the best trumpet player in hawkins waiting."

robin's face falls flush again, her hands nervously folded in front of her.

"i guess i'm okay. lots of practice."

"no, robin, you're really good at it. i know a pep rally is supposed to be about school spirit and whatever other bullshit, but i was watching you play. and trying to listen despite how loud everything was."

robin is shaken by how genuine y/n sounds. she knew y/n was kind. she had just never experienced it this personally.

she knows she can't hesitate any longer.

"y/n, do you wanna maybe go get a coffee with me tomorrow? after school?"

she had done it. she had asked one of the most coveted girls at hawkins high on a date.

countless hawkins boys had asked y/n out. robin had even witnessed some of the rejections y/n had dished out, noting the guilty look on the girl's face.

and steve was right. he had tried, quite a few different times. y/n was always kind to him, but never in a more than platonic way. he didn't understand why. had he done something wrong?

"of course i will, robs. that sounds like a lot of fun."

robin then understood why.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #wlw

[sarahsmi13s]

🎃vinny's 2023 whumptober event🎃

hi my darlings!! welcome to whumptober! this entire event is going to be 18+ so minors back off. i'm serious. this event contains heavy topics and i encourage you to read with discretion. if you read the warnings and decide that you can not handle the content, you will not hurt my feelings if you choose to skip it. protect your own peace. if you read something and find a topic i missed please please please reach out to me and let me know. i want to make sure people are properly prepared and know what they are reading!

if you want to be tagged and haven't filled out the form you can do so here -> vinny's whumptober taglist

day 1: bloody knuckles

-> Bloodstained Sandbags - eddie diaz x reader

day 2: overworked / insomnia / exhaustion

-> Off the Clock – charlie young x reader

day 3: overstimulation

-> I Just Need Quiet – jake seresin x sarah grant

day 4: hiding an injury / betrayal / lying

-> Hidden Gems – rhett abbott x reader

day 5: hostage / kidnapping / held at gunpoint

-> This Is How It Feels – beau simpson x daughter!reader

day 6: forced to hurt someone

-> Just a Little Guidance – tim bradford x reader

day 7: disowned by family

-> The Family I Chose - natasha trace x reader

day 8: panic attacks

-> Last in the Flock – bradley bradshaw x duckie bradshaw (twin sister!reader)

day 9: scar reveal

-> When Sharks Attack – evan buckley x reader

day 10: bullied

-> Family Legacy – rhett abbott x sister!reader

day 11: fainting / adrenaline

-> Highs and Lows – charlie young x reader

day 12: character death

-> A Sibling’s Promise - peter parker x sister!reader

day 13: grief

-> Don’t Leave Your Wingman – pete mitchell x kazansky!reader

day 14: bleeding through the bandage / field medicine

-> Rookie Mistake – tim bradford x rookie!reader

day 15: experimentation

-> Pin Cushion – albert wesker x reader

day 16: amputation / hospital

-> tbd – tim bradford x reader

day 17: heat stroke / “you look a little pale”

-> Hazed Gaze – walt finnegan x reader

day 18: fever / vomiting / warm soup

-> Mama's Don't Get Sick Days – mickey garcia x reader

day 19: left behind / “why wasn’t i enough”

-> Past Pursuits – bob floyd x y/n rogers (lt. rogers)

day 20: dehumanization

-> tbd – walt finnegan x reader

day 21: blood loss / shock / near death experience

->  tbd – bradley bradshaw

day 22: whipping / punishment / stress position

-> tbd – jake seresin x ncis!reader

day 23: begging / forced to watch

-> Chasing Ghosts – eddie diaz x reader

day 24: failed escape / hunted down / too exhausted to keep running

-> tbd – bucky barnes x reader

day 25: stalked

-> Parasocial – mickey garcia x youtuber!reader

day 26: non-consensual touching

-> tbd – rhett abbott x reader

day 27: forgotten / locked away / immortal

-> tbd – pete mitchell x reader

day 28: whumpee hair pulling / oxygen deprivation / sweating

-> tbd – bob floyd x reader

day 29: bargaining

-> Don’t Take the Girl – tom kazansky x reader

day 30: coma

-> tbd – nick bradshaw x reader

day 31: crying

-> tbd – tim bradford x reader

#vinny's whumptober #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #9 1 1 #the rookie #resident evil #whumptober 2023 #ailesswhumptober2023 #whump #angst

[bored-writer101]

X Reader Masterlist

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Nightmares | Bucky comforts you after you have a nightmare.

Good Morning | Waking up with Bucky, who doesn’t want you to get out of bed.

You Deserve The Word | Bucky can’t help but think that he doesn’t deserve you, but you assure him that isn’t true.

Five Years Later | Five years after the blip, there seems to be a way to bring back everyone… including your lost love.

Distraction | You wanted to finish unpacking your new home, but Bucky had other plans.

Tom Holland!Peter Parker

Will You Be My Girlfriend | Peter takes Y/N on a late night swing through the city before popping a very important question.

Cuts And Bruises | When Peter shows up bruised and bloody, you make sure to clean him up and take care of him.

Bedtime | Peter visits you late at night after patrol. He forces you to go to bed and get some much needed sleep.

You’re Spider-Man? | After it comes out that Tony Stark visited Peter, you make him tell you the real reason why.

Druig 

Never Leave Again | After many years apart, you set out to reunite with your love, Druig.

Foggy Neslon

Happy Valentine’s Day | After a tough day you completely forget about Valentine’s Day. Foggy, being the amazing boyfriend he is, does his best to cheer you up with an amazing night.

Stranger Things

Read more of my Stranger Things works on wattpad!

Steve Harrington

I’ll Always Be There For You | Steve does his best to avoid admitting his fear of horror movies to you. But during a movie night with the kids, you let him know that there’s no reason to be embarrassed.

Eddie Munson

I Promise | After you defeat One, you run back to your best friend, Eddie. You promised him you’d make it back alive to tell him a big secret you’ve kept from him for a long time.

More Bats | You can’t stop yourself from drawing more bats down eddie’s arm in pen, but you didn’t think he was actually going to get them tattooed on him.

Name Three Songs | You're wearing one of Eddie's Metallica tees when a guy tries to get you to name three songs. Eddie swoops in just in time to tell the guy to fuck off.

Jonathan Byers

Should I Stay Or Should I Go? | While your singing and dancing around Will’s room, trying to cheer him up, Jonathan comes home. He can’t stop himself from asking you a question he’s wanted to ask you for a long time.

Robin Buckley

We’re Supposed To Be Studying | You invited robin over to study, but she’s more interested in going through your things.

Bye Billy | You’re waiting for Robin after work, when Billy comes up to you. He doesn’t seem to be getting the hint that you’re not interested.

Eleven Hopper

You’re Cute When You’re Angry | Eleven helps calm you down after you get angry about failing a test.

Supernatural

Read more of my Supernatural works on wattpad!

Castiel

Crooked Tie | Castiel’s crooked tie drives you crazy. He becomes very confused when you start to fix his tie every time he shows up. One day he finally confronts you, asking you why you always fix his tie.

My Angel | You had fallen right into their trap. The angels were using you as bait to get Castiel. They made the mistake of underestimating him.

Sam Winchester

|Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist|

Rock, Paper, Scissors | You flirt with the brothers after a successful hunt.

Dean Winchester

Rock, Paper, Scissors | You flirt with the brothers after a successful hunt.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

It’s Always Been You | You go to see Spencer at his apartment to check up on him. It’s been two weeks since the fiasco with maeve and he hasn’t left his apartment. While you’re there, the secret you’ve kept in all this time is revealed.

Aaron Hotchner

Worried | When you are kidnapped by an unsub, Hotch will do anything and everything to get you home safe.

BBC Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Sneaky Cigarette | John convinced you and Sherlock not to smoke, but one day the two of you can’t help it.

Serenade Me | You’re bored out of your mind, so you decide to play Sherlock’s violin. He comes home to see you playing.

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom

You’re My Happiest Memory | You and Neville find out your each other’s others happiest memory when trying to conjure your patronus.

Friday The 13th (2009)

Clay Miller X Reader | You are Clay Miller’s girlfriend. He’s taken you to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, looking for his sister, Whitney. She’s been missing for a month and a half after she went on a camping trip with some friends. You and Clay are determined to find her, but there is a hockey masked killer who is waiting in the woods for you.

#marvel #marvel x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #foggy nelson x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #jonathan byers x reader #robin buckley x reader #eleven hopper x reader #supernatural x reader #castiel x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #bbc sherlock holmes x reader #neville longbottom x reader #userbored-writer101 masterlist #masterlist #userbored-writer101 #harry potter fanfic #x reader #x reader masterlist #gender neutral reader #female reader

[melodymunson]

About me & Stranger Things & Joe Keery characters masterlist

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All fics contain NSFW. 18+ only. All fics are oneshots except for the rockstar Eddie x fem!reader series & cheerleader fem!reader x Eddie. Only writing reader (Y/N) x character and character x character now. Open for requests. I write for Eddie, Steve, Robin, and other Joe Keery characters.

Blurbs:

Eddie x fem!reader x fem!groupie

Stobin blurb

Tom Grant Makeup x fem reader blurb

tumblr fics

newest fic 

Goth cheerleader fem!reader x Eddie Munson chapter 1 of 2

Goth cheerleader fem!reader x Eddie part 2 of 2

Fem reader x Steddie Halloween

Gator Tillman x fem reader Fargo head canons 

Kurt Kunkle x fem reader oneshot

Steddie x fem!reader oneshot need u tonight

Platonic Stobin x fem reader oneshot

Eddie Munson x fem!reader x Chrissy Cunningham oneshot

Eddie Munson x Reader x Corroded Coffin groupie

Steddie x fem reader flesh for fantasy

Steddie x fem reader valentines head canons

Rockstar Eddie Munson x fem reader head canons

Other works and ao3 versions of fics

Tom Grant x fem reader blurb

Rockstar Eddie x groupie x reader ao3

flesh for fantasy Steddie x fem reader ao3

Steddie valentines ao3

Rockstar Eddie head canons ao3

Steve Harrington x fem reader x Eddie Munson need you tonight

Steve and Eddie are your roommates. They hear you one night talking in your sleep and saying/moaning their names. They come to see if you are alright and find you touching yourself.

Gator Tillman x fem reader head canons I belong to you

Just head canons for Gator x fem reader and their life together

Kurt Kunkle x fem reader rock you like a hurricane oneshot

As Kurt's #1 fan, you go out of your way to meet him and drive Spree with him. You go on to commit violent acts together and depravity. You show virgin Kurt the time of his life and he has all of his sexual firsts with you.

Steve x Eddie x reader Christmas

Steve Harrington, Eddie and you spend an amazing night at Steves's place after a Christmas party and make it an early Christmas to remember forever.

Cheerleader reader x Eddie Munson

3-part series slow burn strangers-friends-lovers. You were dating the hottest jock in school until one day you meet Eddie and your life changed forever.

Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham x fem!reader love my apocalyptic

You were former friends with Chrissy Cunningham. One day she showed up to visit the trailer park to buy some Ketamine from your boyfriend Eddie who you live with. What started as a rocky evening led to a night the 3 of you could ever forget.

Platonic Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley & fem!reader

The reader works with Steve and Robin in the Family Video and already has an established relationship with Steve. When Robin finds out she likes girls and that they have unrequited feelings for each other, they plan a date night at Steve and readers' condo.

Older rockstar Eddie Munson x younger fem!reader (series completed 21 chapters).

Series summary: Corroded Coffin have a reunion tour with none other than doom/gothic metal legends Type O' Negative. Reader recently finished college with a bachelor's degree in the music business. After being interviewed by none other than Eddie Munson himself, you get the job as their touring band manager. What starts as a business relationship grows into friendship and eventually an epic romance. Steve Harrington is CC's bodyguard. Eventual Steddie x fem! reader. Multi-series. Eventual smut.

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[f4eism]

robin x female!reader x chrissy makes my brain MELT. like im imagining a cute-sy sleepover at the readers house (maybe she has more space or it’s just her at the house). and it goes from watching a movie, sharing popcorn in the readers bed into soft kisses and gentle touches between the 3 girls.

<33 yes i love this! enjoy :)

robin buckley x chrissy cunningham x fem!reader

SLEEPOVER KISSES

robin insists on picking the movie every single time she comes over for you three's weekly sleepovers and you and chrissy let her. she's you guys' precious baby and how could you say no to her? these sleepovers occur at your house most of the time because your parent's are almost never home. they claimed to be visiting "relatives" but you could see right through them and their lies, and at this point you've got so immune to it you didn't even care anymore.

getting up and putting the movie into your vcr, pressing play— you quickly walk over and lay down into your queen sized bed. robin is on your left, chrissy is on the right and you're in the middle. chrissy made the popcorn and you and robin always tells her its the best everytime after taking huge handfuls, stuffing the buttery snack into your mouth and giggling.

"baby this is so good!" you say in between mouthfuls of popcorn. robin agrees, nodding her head and giving an eager thumbs up.

chrissy preens at the praise and kisses the both of you on your cheek.

"im glad you both like it!"

the movie starts playing and you and chrissy are barely paying any attention, your leg draped over robin's middle and chrissy's arm hooked over your stomach.

robin instantly became deeply immersed in "top gun" and you wanted nothing more than her attention. chrissy's eyes were closed as you glanced behind you, you grabbed her hand on your stomach and held it. rubbing circles over it. chrissy smiled at this gesture and gripped your hand tighter.

growing impatient with robin, you started to sit up a little— peppering kisses all over her face. you could hear chrissy's giggles from the right of you.

"y/n!! ugh im trying to watch top gun it just came out a few months ago!" you stopped your ministrations and rolled your eyes.

"so? top gun can wait but me and chrissy cant. we've missed you nonstop since you decided to change your schedule at work robbie." robins features softened, with chrissy nodding in agreement.

chrissy sat up from her position so she could see the both of you clearly.

"yeah babe me and y/n never really get to spend time with you anymore. we miss you."

you leaned over towards chrissy and hugged her, feeling robin come behind you hugging the both of you as tight as she could.

"chris, y/n/n, im right here okay? im sorry i've been so distant. you know how my boss is, a pain in me and steve's ass."

all of you busted out laughing, forgetting the movie, just holding each other.

robins head was on your shoulder while you were basically sitting in chrissy's lap, robins hand wrapped tightly around you both. chrissy pulled away from you and softly kissed the both of you on the lips, you kissing robin shortly after.

breaking apart to lay back down in your laying arrangement, you smiled to yourself while grabbing hold of chrissy and robin's hand. closing your eyes in contentment, listening to tom cruise's voice.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy stranger things #wlw #poly stranger things x reader #sleepover #viral #reqs open #stranger things x reader #robin buckley x chrissy cunningham #fanfiction #lgbtq #80s aesthetic #i dont even know if they had vcr's in the 80s LMFAOOO #i love both of these sweet girls #they deserve all the love #lesbians

[pinguwrites]

Kinktober 2023 | Day Eleven — Tom Buckley + body worship, overstimulation

Pairing -> soft dom!tom buckley x student!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), soft dom!tom, sub!reader, office sex, overstimulation, use of pretty/sweet girl and baby, p in v sex, honestly not really proud of this one I was tired as shit when I wrote this

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: Red Lights characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

“Pretty girl,” Tom whispered in your ear, nibbling on it for a brief moment. You were in his office — his university office, door locked with the lights dimmed low. You had intended to ask some questions on your assignment, maybe even head to dinner with him later, but Tom had a different idea, and the moment he saw you walking in he couldn’t help but pick you up and sit you down on his lap.

Now here you were, making out with your professor after hours, a pleased expression on your face as he loved and praised you.

“We shouldn’t—be doing this,” you murmured, in between kisses. You pulled away and placed your hand on his chest. “Anyone could walk in.”

“No one will catch us,” he insisted, his lips trailing down to your neck. He left a few bites, but they were soft and gentle, and you were sure they wouldn’t make a mark. “I promise.”

He lifted you up and placed you down on his desk, hiking up your skirt. “Did you wear his for me?” he asked.

“Maybe,” you responded coyly, but the answer was ‘yes’, you did wear it for him. You especially chose your outfits for days you had his class, not necessarily sexually provacative ones, but ones that looked good on you, ones that were cute.

Tom pulled down your panties, taking them off and tossing them aside. He immediately dove for your pussy, licking a soft swipe through your folds before sucking on your clit. He ate you out like he hadn’t in months, like all his focus and intent was on you and how to make you feel good.

“Tom,” you moaned, squirming a little. It wasn’t that you didn’t want his touch, oh you definitely did, but this was all new to you, and you weren’t yet used to the overwhelming feeling that came with Tom’s tongue. So, in response, you tried to shy away from it.

He knew you all too well. In the short amount of time you two started dating, he found all your weak spots, and abused the hell out of them. He made you feel like you had no thoughts left. He understood that you just got a little nervous sometimes, and while he always pushed you right to your limits, he would always be gentle and kind about it.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that right?” he said, looking up at you. “Your body is perfect,” he said, pinching your thighs until you whined. “I can never get enough.”

He fingered you. It was hard and quick, and you couldn’t help but whimper and wiggle. He made you come, and you felt dizzy for a moment, before you sighed happily.

He wiped your juices off his face with a napkin. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, aligning it with your entrance while you weren’t paying attention. In just a few seconds he was thrusting in and out at a rough but slow pace.

You whined when he hit that spot in your pussy. “Ohh, Tom — need a break!”

“I’m sorry, pretty girl. Sweet girl, baby. You’re just too much for me — I can’t hold back.”

He made you come again. You should have known, he was always pulling things like this. Always needing more of your touch, to please you, to please him, whatever it was, it always left you overstimulated and worn out.

You thought he was done but he just put his cock back in his pants and latched his lips onto your cum-stained pussy.

“One more time, and I promise, I’ll be done.”

You let him. How could you not? And of course, be broke his promise.

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[myspideyboy]

(the only exception)

robin Buckley season4 x female reader

this is based off the song the only exception by paramore :)

"Because none of it was ever worth the risk But you are the only exception"

summary: after y/n was outed for being gay she has trouble living life in school especially as her secret relationship with robin is at risk of being known. So while in the locker room while changing for gym class some girls wouldn't leave y/n alone calling her names, so robin decides to risk everything and expose their relationship so y/n wouldn't go through this alone

TW: homophobia, cursing

Its been a hard week for y/n, very hard. Just on monday, some prick named Jason outed her to the whole student body as he thought it was a joke whenever she started yelling at him for getting mad at her for getting too close to Chrissy, but when she started crying, he yelled out her sexuality and that soon got to the whole school. Her only real friend Eddie stood up for her while her girlfriend robin was at band practice. The only people who knew her and robin were dating were her best friend Eddie and robins' best friend Steve as they trusted them the most with their secrets and their relationship. Y/n been distant from robin after getting outed as she feared robin would have to go through the same horrible things she was going through if someone put one and one together about the two. Robin hated it but understood, she was scared herself but she wanted to be there for the other girl, she needed to be there for y/n.

"look it's the peeping tom" "you think she wanted people to know? or it was like her dirty little secret?" "i don't get why she is in here with us, must be a perv to just want to see us in our under clothes" all these whispers weren't whispers to y/n. It was like they were yelling it to her face, and she wanted to just break down and cry. As she undresses from her gym clothes and started putting on her high-waisted jeans she felt her body get turned around. "What are you doing here?" one girl named Becky asked making the other girl shrink. "i just want to get dressed Becky" y/n simply mumbled making Becky giggle. "no. i mean what are you still doing here. like in this school. everyone knows you like girls, honestly, if i ever had those kinda feelings for girls i would just disappear" she says and laughed once seeing y/n face go red and tears grow in her eyes. "its true, no one going to accept you if your like this". Robin heard all of this but upon hearing the last thing she couldn't hold back no more.

"hey leave her alone" robin said while slipping on her shirt and walking to stand by y/n side. "this is none of you business robin" becky spat. "it is though. You giving her trouble all for what? just because she doesn't give a shit about some boys?" robin spat back making the girl roll her eyes. "why do you care so much about her? shell just look at you like some object she can touch" "because becky... because shes my girlfriend. and i care for her more then your shitty comments" robin says, clearing her throat and standing her ground. Y/n eyes widened as tears begin to flow from them "robin.." she whispered. "oh god! theres two now?" becky asked as she opened her mouth to say something else but robin back hand slapped her causing a gasp to leave her mouth. "get you things y/n/n, lets go" robin said. Y/n slipped on her shirt and got her bag before leaving with robin, wiping her tears away. "you did that...for me? why?" the shorter girl asked. As the two walked out of the school and to steves car since gym was their last period robin stopped the two to look down at her.

"because whatever you go through, im not letting you do it alone. I signed up for good and bad when becoming your girlfriend so i wont leave or let you handle the bad by yourself" robin says giving y/n a soft smile. Y/n was lost for words and just got on her tippy toes and hugged robin tightly, laying her head on her shoulder. "i love you" y/n said softly. Robin hugged back and pulled her in close. " i love you too y/n/n"

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this is short lol but i find this very very cute. i hope yall enjoy this one :)

#stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #Youtube

[yoursecrett]

Masterlist

Started - 24/08/2022

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The Umbrella Academy 

Pasta - Whole Cast 

High School Musical - Whole Cast

Five Hargreeves

Boom Bitch 

SparrowBen Hagreeves 

Annoying - SparrowBen 

Jayme Hargreeves 

coming soon 

Fei Hargreeves 

Birds Nest 

Luther Hargreeves 

The Diary 

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Sebastian Stan 

Instagram Life - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 

The Runaway - Bucky x Y/n - Part 1 , Part 2

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Marvel 

Peter Parker 

Do I Make You Nervous 

Steve Rogers 

coming soon 

Tony Stark 

coming soon 

Natasha Romanoff

coming soon 

Kate Bishop 

coming soon 

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Outer Banks 

Rafe Cameron 

The Chase - Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

Sarah Cameron 

Coming soon 

JJ Maybank 

The Chase - Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

Pope Heyward 

coming soon 

JohnB Routledge 

coming soon 

Kiara Carrera 

coming soon 

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Harry Potter 

Whole Cast 

Smash or Pass 

Mattheo Riddle 

I love you 

Draco Malfoy 

coming soon 

Tom Riddle 

coming soon 

Theodore Nott 

His Hufflepuff 

Pansy Parkinson 

coming soon 

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Euphoria 

Instagram Life - Part1 , Part2 , Part 3 

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Timothee Chalamet 

Slip up 

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Stranger Things 

Eddie Munson 

Hot As Hell 

Steve Harrington 

coming soon 

Robin Buckley 

coming soon 

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[reputationgf]

request guidelines

request status –> open.

guidelines

characters i write for

peter parker (tom's and andrew's), bucky barnes, natasha romanoff (only in the context of her being a parent/ parental figure to the reader or shipped with steve rogers), wanda maximoff. (x reader only except nat/steve)

the marauders era and the golden trio era ( the trio along with cedric diggory, ginny weasley, luna lovegood) (both x reader and ships)

Stranger things - steve harrington, eddie munson, robin buckley.

grishaverse - kaz brekker, nina zenik, inej ghafa, Jesper, wylan, Nikolai lantsov, Zoya. (Both x reader and ships)

what i will not write

any smut which includes - daddy kink, mommy kink, use of bodily fluids excluding cum, scat play, threesome, ddlg, non consensual sex, m/m, anything that's racist or homophobic, pedophilic stuff, knife play and shit.

koh au, mob au, pornstar au.

what i will write

smut, angst, fluff. x reader format with specific y/n such as writer!yn, model!yn ect.

fics based of songs!! specific aus such as, coffee shop au.

tropes such as one bed, best friends to lovers etc.

how to request?

requests are only accepted via the ask box, please specify them properly.

note

i can't promise that every request will be written, I'll only write what i like and enjoy. requests will take time cause its alot of work and i have a life outside this blog.

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[autodeprived]

“My child is fine”

Your child has an obsession with multiple people and they’re not even real.

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