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midnightstar-90 · 2 years

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A Child In A Woman’s Body

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Smallville! Clark Kent x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: Sound stupid but something domestic with Clark and reader just going grocery shopping. Small and intimate.

Warnings: Fluff

Y/N’s POV

Clark and I sat on his bed with our heads in our textbooks. Clark and I hadn’t had much time to spend together, since he had to help his family with their farm, and I had my internship with LuthorCorp, thanks to Lex. So because of our busy schedules, Clark and I decided weeks ago that we would take a personal day for ourselves. But the issue was that that personal day would have to be on a school night. Our parents allowed us to sleep over as long as we got school work done, first. Which was an agreeable compromise.

Now, you might be thinking, “Your parents know you’re dating, and they let you sleep in the same room?!” Yeah. Our parents trust that Clark and I will do the right thing. And besides. Clark and I basically grew up together, having sleepovers almost every night until junior high.

When Clark and I were little, I was best friends with Lana Lang. Lana lived right next door to the Kents, but it wasn’t until after the meteor shower that I met Clark. From there, Clark and I grew closer. And yeah, I was aware of Clark’s crush on my other best friend. But in the end, Clark’s crush eventually wore off, and he and I ended up together,

Clark and I sat criss-cross, across from each other. We took turns reading the questions, and we made a game out of who could answer the question the quickest. I read the next question on our homework, “Write the equation of the line in slope-intercept form with x-intercept 3 and y-intercept -4.”

As soon as I finished reading the words, Clark looked up from his page, and he looked directly at me. He wore a mischievous grin as he said, “Easy. It’s y=4/3x -4”.

My eyes went wide with shock as I reached over, grabbing his notebook. He had the whole problem answered, along with his work shown. My mouth dropped, and I began to stutter, “H-h-h-how?”

Clark’s mischievous grin was instantly replaced by a nervous look. He looked away from me, thinking. “I worked ahead,” Clark said, suddenly not so nervous. He was now sporting the beautiful smile that I fell for.

I slapped Clark’s arm and yelled out, “Clark!” His other hand went up to where I slapped him, and he held his arm as if he was in pain.

There was a mysterious glint in his eye as he looked at me. “You should’ve been quicker,” he said. But it wasn’t until I saw the evil look in his eye that I realized what was happening. But it was too late for me to get away. Clark had already begun to lean over and tickle me before I could get away.

I laughed out loud as I felt Clark tickle me across my stomach. “Clark… Stop. Please!” I begged. But our playful actions were cut off by a small knock on the door. Clark and I both looked away from each other, and we directed our attention to his door. It slowly opened, revealing Clark’s mother.

Martha smiled as she looked between Clark and I. I thought that she wouldn’t like seeing me leaning over her son, while his hands were across my stomach, but it seems like I was wrong. She continued to smile and said, “It looks like you kids are having fun.” I looked up at Clark and smiled before looking back at Martha. “I just wanted to come upstairs and say that I’ll be back. Your father’s in the barn, and I will be at the store.”

“Mom, don’t worry about it. Y/N and I can do it,” I smiled, going along with Clark. Martha looked unsure. She grimaced as she said, “Are you sure? I don’t want to put too much on you two.”

“It’s not too much. Y/N and I needed a break, anyways. Right?” He said, looking over at me. I lifted myself off of Clark and nodded at the redheaded woman. “See,” Clark gestured towards me.

“Okay,” She said slowly. Martha’s hand slowly moved toward her back pant pocket and pulled out a rectangular sheet of paper. “Here’s the shopping list. It shouldn’t be too much. I have some money in my wallet. And because of your volunteering, feel free to get something for yourself. You too, Y/N,” She said, giving us one last look before leaving the room.

When Clark and I arrived at his family's grocery store, I instantly felt like a child in a candy shop. I ran over to where the store kept their carts, and I pulled one out before racing the cart back to Clark. Clark smiled as he watched me race towards him. The cart was right in front of him when he held his hand out, stopping the cart. I felt the back of the cart, where I was, slowly move off the floor, scaring me a little, before suffering a rough landing.

“You are a child in a woman’s body,” Clark laughed.

I held onto the handlebars and lifted myself onto the bottom area of the cart before looking at Clark with a fake pout. “Push me, Clarkie,” I said in a childish voice. Clark chuckled and shook his head, moving from his spot to push the cart I was currently standing on. What more could I say than, “You can take the woman out of the child, but you can’t take the child out of the woman.”

Clark ended up pushing me all throughout the store, but when we got to Isle 19, it was all over. You see, Isle 19 is the toy section, of the store, and let us just say, I love toys. I jumped off the cart and pushed past Clark to get to the colorful balls in the bungee cord cage. I pulled a pink one out, and I turned to Clark.

Clark’s demeanor had changed from happy to angry dad. He pointed at me and said, “Y/N, No.”

I didn’t listen at aimed the ball at Clark. “Think fast,” I warned, throwing the ball toward the young farm boy. I pulled out another, which was green tie-dye this time, but I didn’t realize that Clark had walked up behind me. He took the ball from my hand and shoved it back into the cage, along with the pink one I had just thrown at him. “I said no, Y/N,” he said. Clark picked me up and placed me into the cart as if I weighed nothing to him.

I was now stuck in the basket of the cart. I sat with my legs crisscrossed, so I could fit a little more easily, and my arms were left folded across my chest with a pout. I was kinda upset, but I also saw why Clark did it. I was acting like a child, and if my child did that, I might just do the same thing.

Clark had finished finding everything on his mother’s list, and we made our way to the checkout. I was still in the basket of the cart. And yeah, I could've gotten out at any time, but it felt much better to be pushed than to be walking all throughout the store.

Martha was right, there wasn’t much on the list. It was just basic food for meals throughout the week. And seeing as it was only the three of them, I guess they don’t need much food.

We entered an empty checkout lane, and I did my part by placing each item in the cart on the conveyor belt. Clark picked up the stuff closer to him, and when the cart was completely empty, Clark moved toward me, holding his hand out for me to grab. I took ahold of his hand and climbed out of the cart.

“Thank you, kind sir,” I said, attempting a British accent.

“You’re welcome, fair maiden,” Clark said, doing the same thing.

“You guys are so cute,” The middle age store clerk said with a smile. “When I was your age, my boyfriend and I were the same way. It made people sick,” She laughed.

Clark and I stared at the woman with a caring smile. “And what happened between you two?” I asked. “We got married and had 2 kids. We’ve been together for 30 years. We met in high school.”

“So, do you think there is hope for us?” Clark asked the woman.

She scanned the last item and looked us straight in the eye. “Oh, honey! You two will make it all the way. I have faith in that. There may be some bumps in the road, but you’ll figure it out, together,” she said. “Now. your total is $48.90.”

Clark handed the woman a $50 dollar bill and told her to keep the change. We both began to pack the cart up and we left the store building.

When we made it to the truck, I stopped and looked at Clark. “Did you hear that Clark?” I asked, in glee. “That lady says she has hope in us, and I believe her,” I finished.

“Yeah. I hope she’s right, because I want to make it my mission to stay with you until the day I die,” Clark said, packing up the groceries.

“You really mean it, Clarkie?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I ran up to Clark and I pulled him into a strong hug. “Oh! I love you, Clark!” I exclaimed. I leaned out of the hug and looked Clark straight in the eye. “I love you too, you big kid,” he ruffled my hair. I snaked my arms around his neck and sealed our romantic moment with a kiss.

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hsllfirescoopsreblogs · 1 month

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all clark kent stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST • DC MASTERLIST • 04/04/24

✫ alone again- naturally by @holylulusworld

✧even around your so-called friend you are alone.

✫ @imyourbratzdoll

✧lemon lavender cake and the smallville superman

- it's hard being superman, and even an alien needs to relieve stress.

✧ you will never be her pt2

-you have been in love with clark kent since you knew the meaning of the word, but the only thing that sucks more than loving your best friend is it being one-sided.

✫ @bradshawssugarbaby

✧ i can’t protect you

✧ picture perfect

✫ handy man pt2 by @itsrubberbisquit

✧ Clark has been smitten with his accident-prone neighbor for quite some time. She tracks him down to make a familiar request with an unusual ending.

✫ Happy (belated) 4th of July by @ellana-ravenwood

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #superman #superman x reader #dc #dc x reader #clark kent angst #clark kent smut #clark kent fluff #clark kent oneshot #clark kent masterlist #clark kent imagine #clark kent x female reader #clark kent x you #smallville x reader #smallville #tom welling #henry cavill

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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so could It be like smut with red kryptonite Clark?, So he could have the courage to tell reader about losing their virginity? It's okay if you don't like the idea 🤭

hello, hope you like it!

summary - clark loses his virginity to you.

warning - smut, swearing, loss of virginity, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Clark! Jesus Christ, you scared me!” You jumped, hands against your chest, as you stared wide-eyed at the man leaning against your closet, a smirk on his face. Your eyes move down his body, furrowing as you take in his new outfit. “What’s with the leather jacket? Never saw you as the type.” You shrug, sitting down on your bed as you take your shoes off, groaning at the feeling of your feet being free.

Clark pushes off of the closet, stalking toward you with a dark look. “I just thought of trying something new. Do you like it?” He stands in front of you, his hand under your chin as he lifts your head to look at him.

Your thighs squeeze together at the dominance, wondering where the regular, sweet Clark had gone. “Y–yeah, it suits you.”

A squeal escapes you as Clark lifts you, pulling you further up the bed and crawling on top of you. His hand is stroking the side of your body, “You know… I’ve always wanted to lose my virginity to you. Do you know how hard it is to hold myself back from fucking you?” His lips are inches away from yours. “God, I want you so bad.”

You blink, eyes darting between his eyes and lips. Your tongue darts out as you lick your lips, “I… I feel the same.” He smirks, a moan falling from your mouth as he presses his lips into yours, bringing you into a deep, lustful kiss.

His hands make quick work of your knickers, sliding them off and throwing them away. Your skirt rests at your hips as he spreads your legs. Clark’s fingers softly rub your swollen clit, grunting as he watches your sweet cunt glisten with juices. His pants are tight as his cock strains against them, quickly releasing himself before climbing on top of you again.

Clark places his fingers in his mouth, eyes connecting with yours as he sucks your juices off his fingers. A groan escapes him, “You taste so fucking good!” He grips his throbbing member and places his tip at your entrance. “You ready, sweetcheeks?”

“Yes, fuck, yes!” You squeal, eyes rolling back as he pushes in, and your mouth drops open at the stretch. Your hands fly around and grip Clark's back. Pleasured moans escape you as he begins to thrust.

“Feels as good as I imagined. Fuck! So tight and wet!” He begins to press heated kisses along your neck, nipping and sucking as he pounds his cock deep inside you. Your back arches, feeling him in your stomach, a whimper escaping you when his thumb comes down and strokes your clit, your walls tightening around him, squeezing his thick base.

“Clark! Oh god! You feel so good! So good, please! Fuck!” Your vision goes white, juices squirt out of you as you cum, walls convulse around his member, and your toes curl as he thrusts in and out of you. Clark can feel his balls tighten, his tip twitching as he approaches his end. He grunts and bites down on your neck as thick spurts of cum shoot out of him, deep inside your cunt.

Your eyes flutter open, feeling Clark stroking your cheek as he stares down at you. “How was it?” You blink softly, staring deep into his pretty blue eyes.

He smiles, “It was good.” You whimper when you feel his cock twitch, beginning to harden again. Clark slowly pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. “But I bet we can do better.” A scream escapes you when he thrusts his throbbing member deep inside you, balls slapping against your swollen, overstimulated clit.

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cloud-based-and-rainpilled · 4 months

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Using all my bisexual powers to write a tomshiv/tomgreg oneshot smut fic with a reference to Temple Grandin; talk about Succ Sundays!

#no one cared about my next chpt in my good omens fic because i waited too long (rip) so no one will care about my improved smut writing #sad!#i’ve never written heterosexual sex before lmao help #or lesbian for that matter #<- failure on my part #but yah i’m greedy and my succ oneshots did well and are fun to write because they are Unwell #also shiv is hot and i’d let her ruin my life so it’ll be fun and full of haha’s #succ #succession #ao3 #personal #find this later miracle aligner #<- i will bully myself into finishing this within 2 weeks max #tomshiv #tomgreg #my ao3 is glossy_trees btw <3 #read my good omens fic if yr based and redpilled #i’m so excited to write about tom being cringe about shiv’s post pregnancy areolas you guys #tom wambsgans #shiv roy #greg hirsch #and jealous greg?? yes please #bisexual #enjoy my 2nd fav pic of carl barat

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lettyfanfics · 11 months

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Contrato de confidencialidade

Imagine: Imagina que és deixada sozinha numa festa e conheces um rapaz, mas desconheces que ele é o teu novo patrão.

Avisos: Nenhum.

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Por vezes é difícil uma pessoa de uma cidade pequena conseguir uma posição elevada numa empresa e por vezes é preciso começar por baixo... E só Deus sabe o quão baixo eu comecei quando entrei para a empresa de publicidade mais cobiçada do país. Agora vou começar como planeadora logo após o Natal.

Hoje é a festa de Natal da empresa e eu estou acompanhada por umas amigas, mas pouco tempo depois acabam por me abandonarem. Já sozinha dirijo-me para o bar onde peço uma bebida para me acalmar os nervos e fazer-me ganhar coragem.

- Estás sozinha? – Uma voz musculina fala nas minhas costas.

- Parece que sim. – Respondo virando-me para encarar o sujeito.

Ele é lindo, com traços masculinos bem definidos, um cabelo castanho rebelde que caí ligeiramente sobre uns olhos castanhos que deixam qualquer uma louca de amor. O seu sorriso é amável e faz me sonhar. Sem me aperceber acabo por encará-lo por muito tempo e o sorriso cresce quando percebe o meu olhar fazendo-me corar profundamente desviando a cara.

- Ficas bastante fofa ao desviares a cara toda corada. – Com essas palavras coro ainda mais fazendo-o dar uma risada. – Queres ir dançar?! Dás-me essa honra? – Ele pergunta esticando a mão na minha direção quando a música começa.

Eu aceito a sua mão e ele leva-me para o meio da pista de dança movendo-se ao ritmo do slow, levando-me a sonhar por alguns minutos até a dança acabar. O resto da noite foi passada com ele conversando e conhecendo-nos melhor, mas tal como todos os sonhos a noite chegou ao fim. Trocamos números de telemóvel e despedimo-nos, certa de que não teríamos novos encontros.

***

Passou-se três dias desde aquela memorável festa de Natal e estou aproveitando os dias de folga para organizar as minhas prateleiras de livros quando o meu telemóvel começa a tocar. É o homem que havia conhecido na festa e cujo nome aprendi ser Tom.

- Estou?!

- Olá (T/N), estás ocupada?

- Nem por isso. Porquê?

- Hum.. Eu queria convidar-te para um encontro. O que é que me dizes?!

- Claro que sim. Onde nos encontramos?

- Eu posso ir buscar-te. Manda-me a tua morada e estou aí dentro de uma hora.

- Combinado. - Desligo a chamada e envio-lhe a minha morada antes de ir me arranjar. Ele levou a um belo parque onde demos um passeio, comemos gelado e falamos sobre diversas coisas.

Durante toda a semana tivemos encontros maravilhosos onde ele me levava a lugares românticos e quando demos por isso tínhamos uma potencial relação.

***

Hoje começo no meu novo posto de trabalho e está tudo indo conforme o requerido até que uma comoção no escritório chama a minha atenção.

- Hey Clara, sabes do que se trata esta confusão?!

- Não sabes? Onde estavas com a cabeça na festa. O concelho anunciou que a empresa tem um novo CEO, provavelmente é ele que aí vem.

- Ótimo. O meu primeiro dia e já tenho o chefe à perna. - Eu volto a concentrar-me no trabalho que havia sobre a secretária, mas alguns minutos depois o gerente da secção parou junto à minha bancada.

- Esta é a (T/N). A contratação mais recente deste departamento e temos grandes expectativas para ela. - Antes de poder formar contacto visual a sua voz familiar atraiu-me e quando os nossos olhos se encontraram fiquei congelada.

- Prazer em conhecer-te. – Ele cumprimenta-me como se fosse a primeira vez e uma dor acertou diretamente no meu coração.

- P-prazer é meu, espero não ser um peso.

- (T/N), o CEO quer conhecer o departamento melhor, portanto ele vai passar trabalhar contigo.

- Sim, espero não ser eu um peso e peço que me digas se tiver a atrapalhar.

- Com certeza que não. – Feitas as apresentações começamos todos a trabalhar e alguns minutos Tom arranjou maneira de nos encontrarmos a sós.

Ele puxa-me para um pequeno escritório que ainda não tinha dono após o anterior se ter reformado para poder falar sem ser interrompido. Sinceramente falar com ele é a última coisa que me apetece, mas pouco posso fazer, afinal ele é o meu chefe.

- Desculpa, mas eu não quero arranjar-te problemas. Não é minha primeira vez neste ramo e eu sei como funcionam as coisas, só não quero que tenhas de lidar com os rumores.

- Hum. – Mesmo que já o tenha perdoado ainda tinha algum receio de estar a ser manipulada.

- Por favor (T/N) eu não posso ficar assim contigo.

- Porque que diriam alguma coisa sobre nós, se nem nos conhecemos na empresa?

- Conhecemo-nos na festa de Natal da empresa onde foi anunciado que eu seria o novo CEO.

- Estou a ver?! Mesmo assim a facilidade com que o fizeste magoou-me, por que razão deveria perdoar-te?

- Porque… - Ele pensa durante algum tempo. – É melhor mostrar. – O Tom puxa-me de repente e cola os seus lábios aos meus.

Tento lutar contra, mas ele é mais forte e acaba por me dominar. Ao fim de alguns segundos sem responder ele começou a afastar-se, mas nessa altura as minhas resistências tinham desaparecido e volto a puxá-lo para o beijo rodeando o seu pescoço com os braços.

Todo o nosso amor foi posto naquele beijo que acaba por levar o ar dos pulmões fazendo-nos separar antes do desejado. Encarámo-nos nos olhos, ambos a sorrir enquanto acabávamos de processar o que havia acontecido ainda agora.

- Eu amo-te (T/N). – O Tom é o primeiro a falar fazendo-me sorrir mais ainda.

- Eu também te amo Tom.

A partir desse dia começamos uma relação, mas tivemos que mantê-la em segredo para que não tivéssemos problemas na empresa. Fizemos as coisas ao nosso ritmo, em segredo, e então sempre que ficávamos sozinhos e fora de olhos alheios aproveitávamos para roubar alguns beijos e carinhos sem que ninguém se apercebesse.

#tom welling imagines #oneshots #reader #imagines

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itsmealaiah · 2 months

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Angel

TW: angst, fighting, kicking tom out, p in v sex, unprotected sex, head (f rec), profanity, babytalk, praise kink, pet names, dirty talk, slight degrading, tom talking in german, pussydrunk tom

Request: could you please do a oneshot about 2010 Tom and y/n having a massive fight because he forgot their 3 year anniversary (make the angst long plss <3) and then y/n finally caves in when he brings her flowers and chocolates to make it up to her and they fuckkkk

Rating: 18+, mdni

Word count: 2.4k

Send some tom reqs yall my inbox is open 💞

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are very much appreciated

It was a night much like any other, the cold air nipping at your exposed skin as you waited for tom to come home from whatever the fuck he was doing this late at night.

You were angry. So, so angry. How could he forget your anniversary? It had been three whole years together, and he couldn't even be bothered to remember. You knew you shouldn't be surprised; after all, he had been distant lately, and he had been away a lot more than usual. But still, it hurt. It hurt so much.

You had tried to call him earlier, but his phone had gone straight to voicemail. You left him a message, your voice laced with anger and hurt. You didn't want to fight, but you couldn't help it. You needed him to understand how much this meant to you.

And then, finally, you heard the click of the front door. You turned around, your eyes narrowed, your hands balled into fists. Tom walked in, looking sheepish, his shoulders slumped. He glanced at you, and for a moment, you could see the regret in his eyes.

"Tom," you said, your voice low and shaky. "You have some explaining to do."

He winced at your tone, but he didn't say anything. You felt a surge of anger course through you, and before you knew it, you were yelling. You were yelling at the top of your lungs, throwing his promise ring on the ground, the platinum flashing in the dim light. Tears streamed down your face, and you felt like your chest was going to cave in.

"How could you?" you screamed. "How could you forget our anniversary? Do you even care about us anymore?"

Tom's face contorted in pain, and he took a step forward, reaching out to touch you. But you shoved him away, your anger stronger than your fear.

"Get out," you managed to choke out. "Just get out."

He looked like he was about to say something, but then he seemed to change his mind. His shoulders slumped again, and with a defeated sigh, he turned and left the apartment, the sound of his footsteps fading away down the hall.

You were left alone, the silence pressing in on you like a heavy weight. You wiped away your tears, but they seemed to come faster and harder. You curled up into a ball on the couch, your whole body aching from the tension and the hurt.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook you, and you fell asleep, still sobbing. You didn't know how long you were out, but when you awoke, it was to the sound of a gentle knocking at the door. Groaning, you sat up, wiping the tears from your face. Maybe it was Tom, coming to apologize. Maybe he'd brought you something to make it up to you.

Your hopes were quickly dashed when you opened the door to reveal not Tom, but a young florist holding a large bouquet of flowers. "Um, hi," they said, their voice shaky. "I was sent here to deliver these for Mr. Kaulitz" They held up the flowers, a stunning arrangement of red roses and white lilies.

You felt a pang in your chest as you took the flowers from the florist, your hand shaking slightly. "Thank you," you managed to choke out. As the florist turned to leave, you closed the door and leaned against it, tears welling up in your eyes once more.

It was then that you heard another knock, this time from the window. Confused, you crossed the room and peered through the curtains to see Tom standing outside, his face pale and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was holding a small box, and you could see the corner of a gold card peeking out from it.

Your heart began to race as you unlocked the window and pushed it open. "Tom?" you asked hesitantly. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with regret and apologies. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry. I wanted to make it up to you."

Tears pricked at your eyes as you took the small box from him. It was wrapped in black velvet, and when you opened it, you found a pair of exquisite earrings inside. "They're just like the ones you admired at the jewelry store last week," he explained, his voice barely audible. "I wanted you to have them."

You felt your defenses start to crumble as you looked at him, really looked at him. His eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and his shoulders were slumped in defeat. "They're beautiful," you whispered, wiping away another tear. "Thank you." You took a deep breath and stepped forward, pulling him into a hug.

As you held him, you could feel the tension easing out of your body, and for the first time in hours, you felt like maybe things could be okay between you again. Tom held you tightly, his face buried in your hair. "I love you," he murmured against your skin. "So, so much."

You breathed in deeply, trying to steady your own voice as you replied, "I love you too, Tom. I want us to work this out. I don't want to lose us." He pulled back slightly, searching your eyes for any sign of hope. "I'm not giving up on us" you assured him, and placed a kiss on his lips.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel the tension slowly melting away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and connection. Tom held you close, his hands gently exploring your back, and you knew in that moment that you wanted this, you wanted them. You wanted to be with Tom, through everything.

As if sensing your newfound resolve, he pulled back slightly, his eyes burning into yours, and then without warning, he roughly pushed you down onto the couch, following your body down until he was hovering over you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pinned your wrists above your head, his body pressing into yours, his erection trapped between your legs.

He growled, the sound vibrating against your neck, and then his lips found your earlobe, sucking and nipping at it hungrily. You arched your back, moaning as he continued to thrust his hips, grinding his erection against your clit with each movement. The friction was almost too much to bear, but you knew you couldn't last much longer like this.

You gasped as his hand slipped free from your wrists and roughly grabbed the back of your head, holding you in place as he began to fuck you harder. His hips snapped forward with each thrust, his body weight pinning you to the couch. You could feel the muscles in his back tensing and relaxing with each movement, and you couldn't help but match his rhythm, your body moving in time with his.

His growls and curses in german only seemed to heighten the sensation, pushing you past your limits. It was as if he were a wild animal, untamed and unyielding, taking what he wanted with a primal fury. You arched your back, moaning loudly as he thrust deeper inside you, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

Your head thrashed from side to side, the couch cushions digging into your back as you tried to find some purchase against the force of his movements. The heat between your legs grew more intense with each passing second, your orgasm building and building until it felt like it was going to explode from your body.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his eyes meeting yours as he watched your face contort in ecstasy. "Ja," he gasped, "ja, baby." You clenched tightly around him, your gummy walls squeezing and massaging his cock as your orgasm crashed over you in a wave of pure pleasure.

Your body arched off the couch, your back bowing, your fingernails digging into the cushions as your inner muscles gripped him, milking him. He growled, the sound vibrating deep in his throat as he began to move faster, thrusting harder, his hips slamming against your ass with an urgency that left you gasping for breath.

Your orgasm seemed to go on forever, your pussy clenching and releasing around him in rhythmic spasms, each one more intense than the last. He groaned, his face contorted in pleasure as he felt your walls squeezing him, milking him, your muscles gripping him so tightly it was almost painful.

Finally, with a last, powerful thrust, he came, his hips snapping forward as he released himself deep inside you. His grip on your hips tightened, his teeth biting down gently on your shoulder, holding you in place as he emptied himself into you. Your walls milked him relentlessly, drawing every last drop of his seed before finally releasing him.

As his orgasm subsided, he collapsed forward, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. His weight pressed you deeper into the couch cushions, his sweat-slickened skin pressed against your own. You reveled in the feel of him inside you, the warmth of his body and the strength of his embrace.

After a few moments, he slowly pulled out, the wetness between your legs left exposed and vulnerable. He rolled onto his back, pulling you into his arms, your head nestled in the crook of his neck. His fingers traced gentle circles on your stomach, the rough pad of his thumb brushing against your clitoris.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice raspy with exhaustion and desire. "I could look at you all day." He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling back to look at you. Your eyes were closed, your face flushed with pleasure and contentment. "I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I've always loved you."

You opened your eyes, a slow smile spreading across your face. "I love you too, Tom," you whispered back. "You're my everything." He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, his tongue darting out to tease your bottom lip.

Your fingers traced gentle patterns on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin beneath them. The afterglow of your orgasm lingered, leaving you both relaxed and content. "I could just lie here with you all day," you sighed, nestling deeper into his embrace.

He chuckled, the vibration of it sending a shiver down your spine. "Well" he pointed out with a grin. "We could stay here and just enjoy each other's company for a while. Or," he continued, moving to kiss you slowly and deliberately, "We could head to our room, and see what other mischief we can get into." His words sent a wave of anticipation through you, and you felt your body respond, growing even wetter between your legs.

You nodded, your heart racing with excitement at the thought of what might happen next. "I like the sound of that," you whispered, tracing a line down his chest with your fingernail. "Lead the way, my love." He smiled, rolling to the side and then scooping you up in his arms. With you held securely against him, he stood, carrying you through the living room and into the hallway.

Your bedroom was just down the hall, and as he neared it, his pace quickened, his heart racing with anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, the sheets tangled and sweaty from their earlier encounters. He set you down on the bed, the mattress dipping as he knelt between your spread legs. His hands moved to your hips, gripping them possessively as he leaned forward, his lips mere inches from your wetness.

He inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of your arousal, and then lowered his head, his tongue darting out to trace circles around your clit. Your hips arched off the bed, your back bowing as a moan escaped your lips. He increased the pace, his tongue flicking faster and harder against your sensitive flesh, his fingers digging deeper into your hips. Your legs trembled, your inner walls clenching tight around his tongue.

"Oh God, Tom," you cried out, your voice cracking with desire. "That feels so good!" He groaned in response, his teeth scraping lightly against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper. His free hand moved up, cupping your breast, tweaking your nipple roughly before rolling it between his fingers.

The bed creaked beneath you as he shifted, spreading your legs further apart to get better access to your sensitive flesh. His tongue danced in and out of your folds, teasing and pleasuring you, his thumb circling your opening, pressing against your entrance. Your hips bucked up off the bed, seeking more contact, more friction, more of him.

The taste of you on his tongue ignited a fire inside him, and he moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent. His free hand found its way to your other breast, squeezing and massaging it roughly as he continued to ravage your clit with his tongue. The room spun around you, your senses on overload as he brought you closer and closer to the brink.

Your orgasm built and built, an unstoppable wave of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back, digging your nails into his shoulders, the muscles in your thighs clenching tight around his head. He groaned into your pussy, the vibration sending shockwaves of ecstasy through you. Your pussy clamped down on his tongue, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.

As your orgasm finally crested and broke, you cried out his name, your voice hoarse from the intensity of it. He slowed his ministrations for a moment, savoring the taste of you as your body shook with aftershocks of pleasure. His eyes were dark and intense as he looked up at you, his chest heaving from exertion.

"Ah, mein Schatz," he murmured, using his favorite pet name for you. "You are so beautiful when you come." He leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before spooning you, and holding you tightly against him.

As your breathing slowly returned to normal, your body relaxing into the comfort of his embrace, your eyes began to shut.

The weight of his arm draped across your waist, his strong hand gripping your hip, grounded you even as sleep pulled you under. You felt the mattress dip as he shifted his weight, his breath warm against your neck as he murmured something in his native tongue. It was a lullaby, you realized, a sweet and soothing melody that made your eyelids grow heavy.

"good night my sweet girl" "goodnight tommy" you said, before shutting your eyes.

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illubean · 4 months

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Can you write something for reader stealing illumis clothes to wear? :3

Favorite Sweater

Characters: Illumi Zoldyck Type: Fluff, Oneshot, Gn!reader

certified Zoldyck fashion icon right here

Warnings: none

There were many perks to having a rich boyfriend. But one thing you didn't expect to like so much is his extensive wardrobe. It's almost as if he had an outfit for every occasion. He had so many articles of clothing and yet you had only seen him wear the same 5 outfits.

He wouldn't mind if I borrowed some of this...right?

You looked towards the door of the room and back into the grand walk-in closet before you. Illumi was out on a job and wouldn't be back until later this evening, so you could have your fun playing dress up without getting caught.

Making your decision, you step into the closet and look around at the sleek, black shelves. There were so many things hung around the space. He had a wall of suits, another for shoes, then more casual clothes neatly folded and stacked on top of each other.

After looking through all his fancier clothes, you make your way over to the every-day wear and search for something you might steal. Even all of his casual clothes belonged to expensive brands.

Tom Ford, Valentino, Versace, Yohji Yamamoto...geez I could only wish to own this much designer.

During your search, one particular item caught your attention. A soft, purple zip up that was vaguely familiar.

Now where have I seen this before...

A few moments passed then it finally clicked. This was one of his favorite sweaters when he was a teen. You'd seen it in many photos that his mother had. Smiling at the thought, you decided he wouldn't mind if you were to borrow this for the day. Putting the sweater on and making sure you left your boyfriend's closet as clean as you found it, you went on your merry way.

A few hours had passed since your raid on Illumi's closet, and you were now laying on his bed, reading a book. You heard a click as the bedroom door opened, signaling your boyfriend was home. You looked up from your book and smiled.

"Welcome home Illu-bae"

He hummed in acknowledgement, walking past you and towards the closet you had been poking around in hours prior. But suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and turned towards you before tilting his head.

"bitch Is that my sweater?"

You looked down at yourself and back at the man.

"Huh, I guess it is."

He only blinked before returning to his previous task, changing out of his dirty clothes. After changing, he wordlessly approached the bed and flopped directly on top of you. You let out a puff of air at the sudden impact, while Illumi layed his entire body weight on you. Huffing, you set your book to the side and brought your hands to play with his hair.

"You're heavy."

"You know that was my favorite sweater?" he questioned, completely disregarding your previous statement.

"Mhm. Y'know Illumi, you should start wearing different outfits. I mean seriously, there's so many things in your closet that would look so good on you!"

He hummed before sitting up slightly to look at you in your eyes. With the same stoic expression he always has, he says

"Yeah, well I like this sweater on you more."

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holdmytesseract · 15 days

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Hi love i wanted to request a drabble/blurb with tom hiddleston where he is getting ready with his pregnant wife for an event and she says something like i look like a whale or huge.....

Some reassurance, comfort and implied smut!!!!!!!

Nothing Less Than A Goddess

Tom Hiddleston x pregnant!Reader

Warnings: pregnancy stuff, insecurities, fluff, tiny bit suggestive smut

Word Count: blurb

a/n: Thank you for that sweet request, nonny! I hope you like what I came up with! 🤗

P.S. This gif is how I imagined him to look in that oneshot. 👀

You stood in the bedroom in your underwear, after just having stepped out of the shower. "Love, are you ready soon? Luke will be here in about twenty minutes." You heard your husband call out for you, from which you presumed to be the kitchen or living room.

"Umm, yeah, I, uh, need to get dressed and perhaps put on a little make-up, but beside that..." An answer came immediately. "Shall I help you, darling? Or do you get along alone?"

You wanted to think about Tom's offer for a moment, but your mouth was faster than your brain. "Yes, please!"

"Alright! Just let me take off my suit jacket and shoes again!"

Now you kind of had a guilty conscience.

"Babe, you don't have to get halfway undressed just to help-" But it was, of course, already too late. Tom appeared no minute later in the bedroom, just in a navy blue shirt and tie, matching navy blue suit trousers and - black socks. "Yes, I have to, darling. No excuses. It's my obligation to help you," Tom stated, while making his way over to you and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek; palms came to rest on your six-month baby bump. "After all, I'm this little bean's dad," he announced; wearing one of his dazzling smiles.

Well, that was true. He had a point.

You couldn't help but smile and placed your forearms on his shoulders; fingers buried in his long blond-brown locks. "Okay," you said; nodding. "Thank you." Tom smiled even wider and turned his head to press a soft kiss against the bare skin of your arm; his scruff slightly tickling and scratching you.

"Now, let me help you." You nodded and turned to pick up your matching white dress from the bed. Tom being the gentleman and caring husband he was, helped you even to step inside; making sure that you didn't lose your balance. Then he zipped the zipper of the dress up; warm fingertips brushing your skin. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Once you were fully dressed, you took a look at yourself in the full-length mirror. The dress was new. You had never worn it before. How could you, with the steadily growing baby within your womb? Impossible. That dress would fit you probably not even a month...

"And?" Tom stepped behind you; hands on your hips and pulling you against your chest. "What do you think?"

You bit your lip; giving yourself a once-over. You gently turned from side to side in his embrace; getting a look from each angle. "I-I, uh, I honestly don't know, Tommy... I mean, I like the dress. It's beautiful, but..." "But?"

You sighed; knowing that lying to your husband wouldn't work. "I... I feel like I look like a whale. I-I mean, I am huge..." You swallowed hard; feeling very insecure all of a sudden.

Behind you, Tom blinked in disbelief. "Apologies... What did you just say, darling?" "That, uh, that I look like a... whale..." Your voice was barely above a whisper. The words hadn't even left your lips entirely, when the Brit started to shake his head. "Oh, no, no, Mrs. Hiddleston. I see what you're doing - and it's not good. I won't let you walk down that dark path."

Tom turned you gently in his embrace; pointer finger and thumb cupping your chin. "Look at me, darling." You complied; your eyes meeting his stunning ones. "You are neither huge nor do you look like a whale. Do I need to remind you that you are pregnant and that it's more than normal for your body to change?" "Y-Yes, but-"

"Ah.Ah," Tom interrupted you immediately. "Apologies, darling, but no. No buts. If you are anything, then beyond beautiful. Stunning. The prettiest woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. Nothing less than a goddess." You gasped; feeling your heart skip a few beats. "A-A goddess?"

Tom nodded. "A goddess, yes. Your skin is glowing. You look more radiant than ever. Your curves are..." He took a short break; licking his lips and swallowing hard. "...absolutely delicious. Drop-dead sexy. To me, Y/N, you are even more attractive than you've already been. I can't take my eyes off you. Especially not since your pregnancy really started to show."

You were kind of overwhelmed by his words; not having expected this. "Y-You really think that?" You asked; still a bit uncertain.

Tom smiled; his other hand giving your hip a soft squeeze. "Darling, would I ever lie to you?"

Your eyes widened. "N-No! Of course not!" He kissed your forehead. "See?"

You blushed.

"Now do you believe me, or do I have to show you how much I desire your body, once we get back home tonight?"

You wetted your lips; suddenly feeling bold. Tom's words had finally gotten through. Especially the last ones.

"Hmm, perhaps, you should yes," you answered; hand playing with his tie. Tom chuckled darkly; his hand on your hip sliding down to give your ass a small, playful slap. "Gladly."

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stressed-cryptid · 2 months

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Attempting to find yet another thing.

Milf/dilf (milf focused i think) reader moves in near school and attracts a bunch of peeping tom curses, gojo and nanami go investigate, and end the curses that were looking in your window. Gojo (because he can't mind his business) decides to look in the window, against Nanami's protests. Both end up looking and see older reader who is absolutely stunning (and who I think is wearing like a really tight/short top and short shorts when they look in). They formally introduce themselves and whatnot and some stuff I kinda can't remember.

Nanami, being the good boy he is, tries to stay away; its short lived when he decides to go visit reader under the guise of checking in on them. He finds them trying to take in groceries and from then on helps them with their shopping every week. Gojo on the other hand does not stay away from them and visits them a bunch.

Gojo ends up bringing yuji and megumi along after a time who both get really flustered by reader. Yuuji when he gets hugged by reader and megumi after reader leans down a bit to check his temp (thinks he has a fever because of his red face) and gets a glimpse at readers cleavage. Then eventually todo comes into the picture, and lastly choso who gets a "welcome to the club" greeting from the others. So milf/dilf reader grows a small fanclub of jjk men and boys who are really shyly into them.

I know at some point the oneshot/drabble says "reader is confused being visited by handsome young men but is delighted by it anyway" as well as "maybe you're divorced, maybe you have kids that cant visit often" and stuff like that.

Edit: It's this little drabble written by @/domain-expand-me! (I literally went months deep in my likes trying to find it so thanks to @/yoisxz who found the post <3)

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lindsey-laufeyson · 6 months

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Saying Goodbye

Tom Hiddleston x wife!reader oneshot

Your husband just finished filming season 2 of Loki, thus concluding his long journey as the God of Mischief, but as a stunt double for The Marvels, you’re stuck doing a reshoot on the night of the wrap party when all you want to do is be there for him.

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: After watching the Loki finale, as well as Tom’s interview on Jimmy Fallon, I guess I wrote this to process my own grief (and be a little self indulgent)…

When you walked into the wrap party, you spotted your husband immediately, talking to Ke Huy Quan across the room by the bar. Tom’s dyed black curls were slightly disheveled and he was gesturing wildly with his hands, clearly very passionate about whatever the topic of conversation was. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you watched him, until you were pulled from your thoughts by a familiar voice.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Owen Wilson greeted you, pulling you in for a hug. “Glad you could make it!”

“And just in time, evidently,” you added as you pulled out of the hug. “Is he doing any better?”

Owen shook his head and sighed. “He’s not doing any worse, I can say that much.”

The two of you walked over to Tom and Ke, and you slid your arm around Tom’s slender waist. “Sorry to interrupt,” you told them both.

Tom’s eyes lit up when he saw you. “Darling! You made it!” he said excitedly, standing up from his seat at the bar and quickly giving you a hug and kiss before addressing the entire room. “Y/n Hiddleston, everybody!” he shouted, pointing at you as if you were the big surprise guest for the night. Everyone played along and cheered while you waved bashfully at them all before turning back to Tom.

“How are you doing, my love?” you asked him, concerned, as you cupped his face in your hand.

“I’m wonderful,” he assured you. “Why?”

You glanced at Owen apprehensively. “Owen said you were sort of… spiraling.”

“What?” Tom looked at Owen confused. “You said I was spiraling?”

“You’ve been spiraling a little,” Owen said quietly from behind you. You and Ke proceeded to watch the two men bicker back and forth.

“I think I’d know if I was spiraling.”

“I mean, it’s a subtle spiral, but a spiral all the same.”

“Is there even such a thing as a subtle spiral?

“So you’re admitting that it’s not subtle. Good!”

“No, I’m saying there was no spiral to begin with.”

“Oh my god! If either of you say the word spiral one more time, I’m going to start spiraling,” you shouted abruptly.

“I promise you, darling, I’m fine. Really.” Tom attempted to reassure you as he pulled you close to him. You looked over your shoulder at Owen briefly who held up his hands in defeat.

“Alright,” you conceded, before turning to Ke. “I’m so sorry, Ke! I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”

“It’s okay,” Ke said cheerfully. “Tom was just telling me about how I shouldn’t get too attached to anything because everything ends eventually.” You and Owen both gave Tom a look.

Tom chuckled nervously and then clapped his hands together. “Shots anyone?” he asked, as he turned to the bartender. “Another round of Loki shots, please! And add one more for my beautiful wife!”

“No need,” Owen called after the bartender. “She can just have mine!”

“Oh no, I’m good. I’m driving,” you chimed in, shooting a glare at Owen.

“That’s fine. I’ll just have both of theirs,” Tom said nonchalantly.

You quickly stepped between Tom and the bar. “Hey, maybe we should forget the shots and have a little fun of our own at home.” You gave him a playful wink, hoping to distract him.

“But you just got here,” he protested. “Please, let’s stay for a while and celebrate the end!”

The way he said ‘celebrate the end’ sounded excited and happy, but you could tell it was forced. Still, it was his night tonight (though he would never accept it if you told him that), and you didn’t want to be the one to spoil it, so you obliged.

You, Tom, Owen, and the rest of the ‘Loki’ cast and crew spent the next couple of hours laughing, dancing, and sharing stories (most of which ended up being about Tom), and it seemed like maybe Tom was handling things better than you had originally thought. There was a moment when he reprised his rendition of ‘Very Full’ from the first season of the show, and you thought for a moment, during the slower part of the song, that he was finally letting his feelings to the surface, but as the song picked up again, so did his demeanor. It wasn’t until people started to say their goodbyes for the night, that you really began to see his happy exterior fade.

“I think it’s time to call it, boss,” Owen said to Tom as the last few cast members departed, leaving only the three of you along with a couple of closing staff in the venue rented out for the night’s festivities.

“I suppose so,” Tom agreed with a sad smile.

“We’re still on for lunch before your flight leaves tomorrow, right?” you asked Owen as he hugged you and Tom goodbye.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied. And with that he left.

You then turned to your husband and held out your hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.”

The two of you spent the car ride reliving the fun of the party, and were laughing as you walked in the front door of the house. As you set your purse down on the buffet in the foyer, Tom wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzled into your neck.

“Thank you for coming,” he said softly.

You placed your hands over his and swayed back and forth. “Of course, baby. But I want to ask you one more time…” You turned around to face him, putting one hand on his shoulder and the other gently cupped his face. “Are you alright? Because it’s perfectly okay to not be okay right now. You just closed a huge chapter of your life and no one expects you to just take it on the chin.”

As you said this, Tom’s eyes slowly welled up with tears as he finally let go of the mask he’d so tirelessly upheld all night. “I’ve said goodbye to Loki before, and I thought I could do it again” he began, his voice cracking slightly. “But it’s only that much harder now. He changed my life. He’s become such a deeply rooted part of me over the last 13 years. How am I expected to just move on from that?”

A tear fell down his cheek and you brushed it away with your thumb. “No one expects you to, sweetheart,” you replied in a soft, comforting tone. “You’re allowed to grieve.”

Tom squeezed his eyes shut, causing more tears to fall as he hugged you tight, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him there for a moment, stroking his hair while he quietly cried.

“But, Tom,” you continued, taking his face in both hands, lifting his head, and looking deep in his eyes. “Even if Loki’s on-screen journey is over, it doesn’t mean he’s gone. You said it yourself that he’s a part of you. Even if Kevin Feige never calls you up again— which, let’s be honest, is never out of the question at this point—” He let out a small chuckle. “As long as you’re around, so is he, and that’s because you put your heart and soul into that character, much like everything else that you do. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you.”

Tom smiled at you through his tears before leaning down to kiss you tenderly. When your lips finally parted he leaned his forehead against yours and sighed. “Thank you, love,” he whispered.

“No, thank you Tom,” you replied, tears forming in your own eyes now. “Thank you for giving us Loki.”

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One year later:

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cherry-muses · 1 month

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tom riddle x gn! reader: oneshot

tags: mentions of a difficult childhood, orphanage, bullying, hurt/comfort, fluff

He was sat across you, writing his History of Magic essay with his ever-so-neat handwriting. The only sounds you could hear were those of his quill scratching the parchment and of you turning the pages of your Potions textbook.

As Riddle wrote, his other free hand rested on the table, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the fact that he had really pretty hands. Your eyes subtly scanned them and eventually landed on the sleeve of his robes… which seemed to be a little torn and frayed at the edges.

You smiled to yourself, knowing the exact spell required to make the sleeve good as new… secretly hoping that Riddle would give you one of his rare smiles when you did. Perhaps it’d make the boring study session slightly more entertaining, and the rather bleak winter evening more colourful.

You tentatively reached your hand to gently hold his wrist, and gave him a soft smile. “I could fix that… may I?” You asked, gesturing to the torn sleeve.

To your surprise, Tom did not give you even the smallest smile. In fact, he flinched and harshly pulled his hand away, giving you an accusatory glare at the same time. “I’d much appreciate if you wouldn’t disturb me when I’m trying to work. And I know perfectly well to take care of my own clothing, thank you.”, he snapped. “I think I’d much rather spend my evening with someone who isn’t so dull and irritating to the core.”

“I didn’t mean-”, but you were rudely cut off mid-sentence by Riddle slamming his textbook shut, stuffing it into his satchel and storming off, out of the library.

You were left sitting alone in the library, feeling an odd mixture of guilt, anger, and confusion, holding back tears.

It was the next evening, when you were approached by the dark-haired prefect again. You had been reading by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room when he came up to you, fists clenched at his sides in nervousness. “What do you want, Riddle?”, you spoke, rather harshly, as you sat up straight to face him.

“I am… sorry.”, he replied, voice strained as if it was taking him a great deal of effort to get the words out.

You slammed your book shut, tossing it aside on the couch in annoyance. “I am sorry too.”, you replied, not a hint of emotion in your voice.

“You’re sorry?”, he asked, frowning in confusion.

“For assuming we're friends.”

For a split second a look of hurt flashed across his sharp features, until, ever the Slytherin, Riddle schooled his expression to appear vaguely sad.

“I should not have spoken in that way to you.”, he begins.

“No, you shouldn’t have.”, you retort.

You are both silent for a few moments, and the air has a sort of charged tension which makes you feel like either one of you would be storming off at any moment.

It comes as a bit of a surprise, then, when he instead chooses to sit close to you on the black couch, the water from the Great Lake casting a greenish glow upon the two of you.

“I really am sorry. I must admit, out of sheer habit I had assumed the worst intentions out of you.”

Those deep brown irises of his conveyed a kind of sincerity you had never before seen in him. You hoped to Merlin it was genuine.

“It is no excuse but I’d like to…er, explain why I behaved in such a way. Not justify, just explain.”, he said, a request for you to kindly hear him out implicit in his words. You somehow found yourself nodding, silently urging him to continue.

“You know where I grew up. I much prefer to hide it, but somehow your… constant affection has gently coerced me into entrusting to you the things I wish I could hide even from myself. ” He pauses, sighing and staring outside the dungeon windows, into the depths of the Great Lake.

“As would be expected, the orphanage wasn’t made of money. They could hardly feed us twice a day.” He was practically avoiding your eyes now. “My wardrobe essentially consisted of the worn clothes people donated. And, well.” A pause. “My first time on the Hogwarts express, a group of Ravenclaws found it a good enough excuse to remind me of my inferiority… and throw a couple of assorted hexes my way.”

Realization dawned on you, and at once you took his hand in yours, gently caressing his skin with your thumb. “Oh…”

“Well, since then I’ve managed to handle such issues with reparation spells, but I suppose I missed my robe’s sleeve. Which caught your attention yesterday. And… and when you tried to fix it, I just...”

You could bear it no more, and without any warning he was engulfed in a hug. “Tom, I’m so so sorry. I should’ve known.”

“No, it is my fault, for comparing you to someone who was been cruel to me, when you’ve always shown me nothing but the complete opposite.”, he breathed out softly.

There was a look of steely determination on your face now. “Promise me one thing, Riddle.”

“Hmm?”, he inquired, far too occupied with staring into your eyes to bother with actual words.

“Next time you feel like that, please… please just talk to me.”, you request. “I hate when we hurt each other in such a way.”

“Anything you ask.”, he says. You beam at him and gently kiss his forehead

The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on that couch, whispering sweet nothings to one another and watching the fish swim by in the lake.

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mschimdt · 5 months

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hello, lovely! 💕

can I get nsfw oneshot with mike and f!reader who is the dominant one in their relationship most of the time, but one day she no longer has the strength for staying dominant and Mike now has everything under his control?

sending love and have a good day! (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)💕

that one afternoon

KEEP SENDING REQUESTS IN IM GOING TO REPLY TO ALL OF THEM

IK THAT ISNT MIKE ITS PEETA BUT I COULDNT FIND ANY GIFS OF HIM + THEYRE BOTH JOSH SOO 🥱

im actually loving the requests im getting so far,

mike schmidt x f!reader

disclaimer: i have no knowledge about jobs so im writing what i know from tv shows and movies💀 + mike is well off now, hes not struggling with money, english isnt my first language and THIS IS NOT PROOF READ

-----------------18+ MINORS DNI------------------

you were at work, you work a simple office job at a fast fashion conpany, but your manager is a literal bitch and she makes you work overtime, or she has you cover for her 'boyfriend' who works a similar job while they fuck in her office

"y/n, come here" you heard your boss say from behind you in her stupid british accent that just made her sound the more bossier, you rolled your eyes, turning around to face her

"i need you to cover for tom, and i need you to send these files to the board" you stared at her, with a dull expression

"no" you mutteted, staring at her, it took her a few seconds to process what you just said, a unknown expression slips onto her face "no? youre acting asif you make the rules around here, i suggest you shut up and go back to work or im making you work saturdays"

"why cant tom do his job? hes litteraly in great fucking health? oh wait, hes too busy fucking you in your office!!"

she looked at you, everyone in the office had their faces turned towards you

you continued speaking "dont acr all shocked now, we all hear your moans alllll the way from over here, maybe you should quiet down a bit huh? i can report what your doing to me and what youre doing with your boyfriend to the CEO!!!"

"fuck this stupid job, tom can do my shifts too now! because i QUIT" you said, grabbing your little tag, shoving it in your managers face before walking out of the building

you turned on your car, shoving the keys in the keyhole, whilw you waited for the car to start, your head was against the steering wheel, once the car finally warmed up you drove the car back to your house, a decent sized 2 story house you got with your boyfriend, mike, and his sister

you parked your car outside, you got out of the car opening the houses door with the key nwxt to your car key, you walked in, as you tried to pull the key out of the door, it wouldnt come out and that was it you went fucking nuts

"STUPID FUCKING KEY" you screamed, as you pulled at it as hard as you could, you didnt even notice mike standing a few meters away from you

as you continued to try to pull the key out, you felt mikes hand on your shoulder, soon followed by him saying something

"hey, hey, calm down whats up?" you froze, forgetting that mike was home, afterall it was his day off

he pulled your hand away from the key, "if you were more gentle it would've come out" he said, pulling it out gently.

he put his hands behind your back, closing the door behind the both of you and leafing you towards the living room

"sorry mike-" you said

"dont be sorry, whyre you so worked up though?"he said, you hesitated for a second and told him what happened

"glad you finally quit, that little bitch was getting on my nerves"

"yeah- i guess so but ive gotta find a new job now, it was hard enough finding that one" you said, staring down into your lap

mike looked at you, "look, you dont need to get a job my jobs good enough, were not struggling anymore you dont need to work if you dont feel like it" he said with a soft voice, looking at you with his big brown eyes

you kissed him slowly, a needy kiss, you needed this.

that inoccent kiss slosly escelated into a heated makeout session, you on his lap, hand on his neck, while his hands were under your shirt slightly groping your tits

when he squeezed your nipple, you let out a soft moan into his mouth, you felt him smirk against your lips before he detached his lips from yours, moving onto your neck, attacking it with his mouth

teeth biting into your neck, he seperated his lips from your neck, to take your shirt off, you lifted your hands up, allowing him to remove it, before he went back to assaulting your body with his mouth

his hands reaching behind you, unbuckling your bra and pulling it off your shoulders

he pulled away again, lifting his shirt up above his head, taking it off

he layed you down, trailing kisses and bites all the way from your neck, to your stomache, when he reached your lower abdomen he tugged at your waist band, he was in control this time and he wasnt gonna go easy on you

he slipped your jeans off, leaving you in panties, he then broight his fingers to your covered cunt, rubbing circles against your covered clit "oh god mike- more please!" you screamed, abby wasnt home so you could be as loud as you wanted

mike slipped your panties off, restint his face right infront of your clothed cunt, his hot breaths hitting it "please mike-"

he then got up, staring at you, he wasnt gonna give you what you wanted, no, its too early

"one second" he said, getting up off the couch, heading into your room, "fuck you mike!" you shouted, he replied with a soft chuckle, "youre gonna regret that" he went inside, coming out a few seconds later with something in his hand

you lifted yourself onto your elbows "whats that?" you asked, your eyes widening when you realized what it was, a vibrator

"when did you get that? and why dont i know about this" you asked

"ive been hiding it for a while, looking for a good time to use it on you, and nows the right time" he said walking over to you

"open your legs for me" he said, you obeyed, opening your legs, he slowly put the vibrator between your folds, you gasped at the cold feeling of it, he then switched it on

the moment you felt it start vibrating against yoy, you threw your head back, letting out a semi-loud moan

mike held the vibrator against your clit, you jerked your hips up, you didnt mean to do it but you did it out of reflex a few times causing mike to reach his hand out to your stomache, pinning you down. preventing you from moving

after a few minutes, of moaning and whimpering you tried to make out a word, letting mike know you were about to come, "mike- mikey- im about to come"

you were almosy there, when you felt the vibrator stop, you looked at mike, he had a shit eating grin on his face "w-why'd you stop" you said, disappointed

"youre not cumming on this vibrator baby, the only place youre going to cum is on my cock alright?" he said, as he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans and taking them off along with his boxers

his cock slapping against his stomache as he positioned himself between your legs, he slipped the tip in, his head inbetween your neck, muttering soft nothings and praises

you felt the stretch, it burned, it wasnt your first time taking him but every time, he split you open, hes really big

as he continued sliding his cock inside your cunt, you could feel every vein, and when he finally bottomed out, he didnt give you time to adjust

he started thrusting in and out with no warning, moans leaving your mouth, mike lifted himself off you, holding into your hips

the sounds of skin slapping and moans filled the room as mike fucked you into oblivion, "open your mouth" you didnt hesitate, opening your mouth, hair messy, sweat running down your forehead

mike spit into your mouth, he then used his hand to shut your jaw shut "swallow" he waited for you to swallow, whimpers being let out while you swallowed his spit

you were about to cum "m-mike oh god!" you said, he knew you were close and so was he, he kept thrusting in and out, quickning up the pace a little bit

a loud moan left your mouth as you squirted all over mikes lower abdomen, once he knew you were done, hr slipped out, jerking himself off until he came, thick ropes of cum covering your tits and stomache

mike fell against you, panting

" you were so good" he said against your cheeck, kissing it

you layed there for a few minutes, before mike got up "come on lets washup abbys gonna be home anytime now"

you let out an annoyed groan, before getting up.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓

thank you, @wndalovebot, for tagging me and letting me participate in this! I hope everyone enjoys it.

prompt - ❝i've seen the way you look at her/him/them, if she/he/they is/are the one, then leave. be with your true soulmate.❞

summary - you have been in love with clark kent since you knew the meaning of the word, but the only thing that sucks more than loving your best friend is it being one-sided.

warning - unrequited love (maybe...), angst.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You felt your heart clench, the words slowly dying on your tongue as you realise he isn’t even listening. And when your eyes follow where he’s staring, you can feel your stomach twist into knots because at this moment. You know you’ll never be her. You, Y/n L/n, will never be Lois Lane.

Slowly blinking, you fake a small smile, feeling sick to your stomach as you force your words out. You touch Clark’s arm softly, gaining his attention for a split moment, and you nod. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. If she is the one, then leave. Be with your true soulmate.” You can feel the bile crawl up your throat, begging to come out, but you fight back. Forcing yourself to swallow, hoping your pain isn’t visible.

Clark stares down at you, his brows knitted, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to find his words. His eyes slowly move back to Lois, and a smile makes its way onto his face as he notices her looking at him, but he doesn’t see you swiftly leave his side. For someone with supernatural abilities, you’d think they wouldn’t be so oblivious, but he is just a man.

As you walk away, you begin to take deep breaths. You held back the sobs that clawed at your throat, begging and pleading to be released, wanting to fill the silence with your pain, but you shook your head. You did not want to be that girl who cries over a man who never even belonged to her. You managed to walk to a quaint coffee shop without a single tear rolling down your cheek. You sit once you’ve ordered a small coffee, figuring that this is where you will start a new chapter in your life and move on from a man you’ve loved since you knew the meaning of love.

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festivalsofmargot · 1 year

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Hey I just found you recently and I fell in love with way you write!! I wanted ask for something with Sebastian. Him asking the reader to the Yule ball, then going to the Yule ball together, maybe theyre friends with some secret pining in the picture too. Idk know, maybe him confessing. I just want romantic idiots in love kind of stuff. Thank you!!

The Northcott System

{Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: Garreth Weasley has asked the infamous Eric Northcott for dating advice. In order to seem more desirable to you, he needs to play mind games. So instead of asking you to the ball, he asks Nellie Oggspire. This is where he pulls in Sebastian Sallow for help with his plan. Garreth knows he doesn’t have feelings for you, so it would be harmless for him to take you to the ball, right? Unfortunately, shoving you and Sebastian together in this way backfires. And Sebastian becomes just as head over heels for you as Garreth is.

Word Count: ~ 5,700 words

Warnings: Kissing, Some Underage Drinking

Author’s Note: Man... I am ALL FOR YULE BALL ONESHOTS! Lol ramielll, I can’t thank you enough for the request.❤ Romantic high school idiots in love kind of stuff is my shit! I think it's so much fun to write. It’s so awkward and lovey dovey, I adore it. I feel so bad making Garreth the sucker in these Sebastian stories but he fits too well 😭 I need to make more Garreth stories to make up for it, he doesn’t deserve this. Fun fact, Eric Northcott’s advice in this came from my father-in-law. My husband is very lucky he didn’t pull that shit or I would have been long gone lmfaooo (The title is in reference to Sunny in Philadelphia’s D.E.N.N.I.S. System, you’re a real one if you caught it 😉.)

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Butterflies (feat. AURORA) - Tom Odell

The Kiss - Trevor Jones

The Reason - Hoobastank

“Eric Northcott says the best way to get someone obsessed with you is to treat them like royalty, then ignore them for a few weeks.” Garreth Weasley told his group of friends in the hall.

“You took dating advice from Eric Northcott?” Ominis asked in disbelief.

“Of course I did.” Garreth responded proudly, as if he were the smartest person in the world to have done so.

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“Don’t even pretend you haven’t heard about all the dates he’s pulled, Ominis.”

“Oh I’ve heard. Doesn’t sound like he’s been able to keep any of them though.”

“He’s a free man, Ominis. He just doesn’t want to be held down.”

Sebastian was half paying attention to the conversation around him. He knew it was related to the upcoming ball, but that’s all. He was looking over his notes on the recent restricted section find of his. It was too big and bulky of a book to carry around everywhere he went, so he had jotted down all he could to read over throughout the day.

“But this is why I need you, Sebastian.”

“Hmm?” Sebastian glanced up at Garreth.

“I know you haven’t spoken much, maybe not even at all for all I know. But I need you to take the new fifth year to the ball.”

Sebastian raised a questioning brow at him. “Why?”

It took way too much effort for Sebastian to try and follow Garreth’s plan. Garreth was going to take Nellie Oggspire to the ball, so he wanted Sebastian to take you to ensure no one with ulterior motives did. According to dating expert, Eric Northcott, you would be riddled with jealousy seeing Garreth with someone else. Then the day after the ball, he’d go up to you and confess his feelings. After seeing how he had other options, he’d be all the more desirable and you’d be over the moon to be chosen by him.

Sebastian felt like the plan was missing a few steps, or maybe had too many wrong ones to begin with. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to - oh, I don’t know - just go with the person you like to begin with?” He tried not to sound smart, but of course he sounded smart.

“It’s genius, Sebastian. You just don’t get it.”

“Evidently not.” He exhaled, looking back to his notes. But, now that he thought about it, he did need a date. He’d had tunnel vision on research for Anne’s curse, the ball had snuck up on him. There wasn’t anyone else who had popped up in his head to ask either. He had been a bit too preoccupied for anyone to catch his eye in that way.

He thought back to every interaction he’d had with you, which wasn’t many. You had held your own against him well enough while dueling in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but he couldn’t know for sure how good you were. He had held back greatly considering you had just learned levioso and you were using a second hand wand. The only other time he could remember was when you two were partnered in potions class. There wasn’t a whole lot of getting to know each other then either. Still being so new to the magic world, you asked him endless questions about that day’s brew. He thought it a fine quality for someone to have, eager to learn rather than quick to dismiss what you didn’t understand. You were pretty easy on the eyes too.

Sebastian rubbed at his brows with his thumb and forefinger. “Alright, Weasley. I don’t get this plan but I’ll do it. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Sebastian closed up his notes. “I’m off to get a date to the ball apparently.”

How could I be so stupid to think Garreth liked me in that way? You inwardly chided yourself. The sting of finding out he had asked Nellie Oggspire to the ball still hadn’t dissipated. The way he had treated you so kindly lately had you certain he was going to ask you to the ball. But not only did he ask someone else, he had noticeably distanced himself from you out of nowhere. You weren’t sure what you did that seemed to upset him, but you didn’t have the time to chase after him and find out. You were already behind enough as it was, maybe the space between you two would help you catch up and get focused.

You hummed a song as you tended to the carnivorous plants in the greenhouse. You usually would have the energy to at least lightly sing some of the words for them, knowing they enjoyed music. But today, you didn’t have the gusto.

The greenhouse door opening and shutting pulled your attention and your humming ceased. You peeked over your shoulder. “Hello, Sebastian. How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you.” He answered as he made his way over, becoming suddenly nervous. He realized he didn’t have a plan on what to say as soon as he was alone with you.

Just as you were about to bring your focus back to the plants, you remembered you had wanted to speak with him. “Oh! I’m glad you’re here, I've been thinking about you recently.”

He stopped in his tracks and a blush crept up his neck. You’ve been thinking of me? “Oh?” Was all he could get himself to say.

“Yes.” You nodded enthusiastically, setting down your gardening tools and walking up to him. You brought yourself close and it put him on edge a bit. Keeping your voice low, you asked, “Do you think you could help me get into the uh -” You glanced at the door making sure it was closed all the way, “restricted section sometime soon?”

“Huh.” He didn’t know what he expected you to say to him, but it certainly wasn’t that. He was taken aback by your request, but, even more so, he was intrigued. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Seems I’ve got a reputation if even you’ve heard about my excursions. Whatever for, may I ask?”

“A book on ancient magic, that’s all I know unfortunately. Have you come across any such thing? Do you know where it would be down there?”

Now you had really piqued his interest. He had been trying to look into ancient magic himself lately for Anne. “Hmm. I’ve come across some passages here and there. But I don’t recall seeing any books solely on ancient magic.”

“Ah.” You said, disappointed.

“But another trip to look wouldn’t hurt.” He said quickly. “No matter how much Madam Scribner disagrees. I can get you down there this weekend.”

Your eyes lit up. “Will you? Oh thank you, Sebastian. You have no idea how much you’d be helping me out, you’d be my hero for this.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, getting a little bashful at the thought of being ‘your hero’, even just a small one that helped you find a book. “Don’t mention it.”

“No seriously, thank you. I’m sorry I have to drag you into helping me at all.” You exhaled, frustrated. “I mean what even is the point of a restricted section? You’d think a proper magical education would include all magic, none of this some are fine, some are off limits nonsense.”

His eyes widened a bit, words seeming to evade him. Seems a kindred spirit may have been closer than he realized.

“Look at me rambling on, now I’m just venting.” You shook your head. “I distracted you from what you needed to do in here, I apologize. I’ll let you get to it.” You went to return to the plants but Sebastian grabbed at your wrist to stop you.

“I came here to find you actually.” You faced him again and he cleared his throat, releasing you. “Garreth told me you’d be in here.”

You tried not to look bitter at the mention of Garreth. “What can I do for you?”

How does one go about asking another to a ball? Especially when it wasn’t his idea. He at least knew it wouldn't be very endearing to mention that part. Maybe he didn’t need to overcomplicate it. Just get the basic idea out, then embellish if asked anything further. “The upcoming ball. Would you like to go with me?”

The surprise was clear as day on your face, but it was a pleasant surprise, Sebastian was relieved to note. Was he holding his breath?

Sebastian Sallow was asking you to the ball? You weren’t against the idea, not at all. Sebastian Sallow of all people, who would have thought? The two of you had never really spoken, to be honest you didn’t think he knew your name.

“Y - Yes, I would actually.” You smiled at him, looking genuinely glad he asked you.

He huffed out a breathy laugh and began to feel giddy. Calm down, Sallow. It’s not like this is someone you’ve been pining for. He tried to inwardly deflate himself. This was the first real conversation he’d had with you, how could he possibly feel so elated to you saying ‘yes’ to him? Just happy to have a date to the ball, that must be it.

“That’s -” He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “That’s all I needed, I suppose. So, I’ll be off.” He said, staying in place and shifting on his feet. He didn’t want to leave the greenhouse, he realized. “See you this weekend?”

You nodded your head, a smile still gracing your lips. “You will.”

Sebastian returned your smile, then went to leave. When he opened the door, he took one last glance at you before he stepped out. His stomach jumped seeing you still looking at him, a little thrilled you were staring after him. He wanted to say something more, but couldn’t think of anything quick enough. He gave a small bow of his head in goodbye, then left the greenhouse.

Was it supposed to be this thrilling when a boy you barely spoke to asked you to a ball?

Sebastian rubbed at his jaw as he made his way out of the herbology wing, his face was starting to hurt from grinning so hard. He was thinking he should write down a list of all the books he’d come across that mentioned ancient magic for you. Just in case you were interested.

He was so deep in thought he hadn’t noticed Garreth watch him leave the greenhouse and walk up behind him.

“How did it go? Is the plan on?” Garreth asked, breaking Sebastian from his thoughts.

Oh right, the plan. Sebastian thought it was more idiotic by the second, but it got him a date with someone he hadn’t realized he had some things in common with, so it couldn’t be that bad. He stopped walking and faced Garreth, glancing over the red head’s shoulder to make sure you weren’t coming out of the greenhouse. “Sure, it’s on. What now?”

“Brilliant.” Garreth was ecstatic. “Now all I have to do is keep my distance until the ball’s over.”

Sebastian seemed to like the sound of that. “Uh - right. Good thinking. Well, best be off.” Sebastian turned to make his way to his dorm, keen on getting that book list started for you.

“You’re a real one for this, Seb!” Garreth called after him.

Without looking back, Sebastian gave him a thumbs up.

Would he look overeager having brought the list of books and this enchanted bag? Merlin, he hoped not. He was already waiting for you outside the library, a little too late to have that regret.

He pushed up off the wall he was leaning against when he saw you approach. “You’re here.” He said, as if he were a little shocked you were actually going through with this.

“Don’t look so surprised.” You spoke in a hushed tone and smirked. “What’s that you’ve got there?” You asked, looking down at the bag and parchment in his hands.

“Oh, it’s - I was thinking - In case you wanted to take any more books that mention ancient magic while we’re down there, you could put them in here. It’s an enchanted bag that can fit just about anything.”

Your eyes widened, it was very thoughtful of him to go out of his way for you like that. “You’re joking. You didn’t have to do this.” You went up and took the items from him, looking over the list and taking a peek inside the bag.

You were right. He didn’t have to. But for whatever reason, he really wanted to. Why did I want to?

“I usually bring one anyway. It was no trouble.” The first part was a lie. “Now, do you know the disillusionment spell?”

It was way too late in the night when Sebastian returned to his dorm room. But he wasn’t tired, not at all, not after what you and him had just gone through to get that book.

After kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his robes, he slid into bed easily. He folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, already nostalgic for the night he just had with you.

You were… Wow, you were something. Sneaking into the restricted section with you was already riveting. Going through all the books on that list he made and glancing over them together had stirred him. You two stood close while he pointed out the relevant passages he had found, and you listened attentively, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. But when you two had found that ancient magic vault, he was done for. What an adventure that was!

He had so many emotions about it all. Discovering that ancient magic still existed had him ecstatic, he knew there were untouched areas of magic to explore further for Anne. And watching you wield it as if you had done so your whole life had him overwhelmed with hope, hope he was sure his uncle was nearly successful in getting rid of. And to top it off, exploring that vault and fighting giant guardian statues alongside you was… Wow! It was the first time he’d felt so alive since Anne got cursed.

How could someone like you have been under his nose this whole time? He thought back to when you were partnered in potions class, had he really been so blind even then? He couldn’t be wasting any more time. He only had a few weeks until the ball and Garreth would be pulling all the stops to make you his.

Sebastian sneaked glances at you during breakfast. You seemed to be busy finishing up some last minute homework, every now and then taking a bite of your toast. Had you always made simple acts look this endearing? Even the face you made while you fixated on your homework had his insides warming like a first year with a crush.

Your gaze lifted from your writing to look around the dining hall in thought. Your eyes landed on him, and he immediately wanted to die, embarrassed he got caught staring. But then you smiled at him, and he didn’t want to die anymore. He smiled back and you went back to your homework.

Gathering your belongings, you got up from your seat and made your way over to him. He got antsy as he watched you approach, but he was able to keep an air of calm.

“Sebastian, could I steal you for a moment?” You asked in a hushed tone.

“Of course.” Stop sounding so eager, you buffoon. He got up and followed you until you were just out of hearing distance from everyone else.

“I got a lead on where the book’s missing pages are. And I um - Well, I -”

Sebastian eyed you as you started shuffling your feet. Are you nervous?

“I was wondering - you know, since we worked so well together getting the book - if you’d like to come with me to get them? No need to feel like you have to! I just thought -”

“Absolutely, I’m coming with you.” He found himself saying.

An ecstatic look formed on your features, but you tried to bite it back. “Great, I’ll meet you after dinner tonight.”

Sebastian gave you a nod, trying to hold back an enthusiasm of his own.

You held your books closer to you as you started to take your leave, but you stopped suddenly, remembering something. “Oh, Sebastian. Before I forget.” You had his full attention again as you dug around in your robes pocket. “Ah, here it is.” You held out a shrivelfig to him, giving him a look of go on, take it.

He took it gingerly from your hand and looked at you, bewildered.

“You mentioned you spent the last of your money on a shrivelfig to try out for Anne, but your uncle destroyed it.”

Sebastian lifted his brows, amazed you had remembered such a thing. “Thank you.” He said, meaning it more than you knew.

“It’s the least I can do for all your help.” You waved him off. “I’ve been growing some anyway, and I’ve got more on the way if you ever need.” You were getting jumpier by the second and knew you had to get out of there before you made an idiot of yourself. “See you tonight.”

He was about to speak but you rushed off before he could get anything out. He looked down at the shrivelfig and turned it in his hand. You’d only been speaking a few days, and he already had it bad for you.

All too soon, it was the night of the ball, the last night he’d have with you before Garreth’s plan came to an end and he’d try to make you his. He wanted to enjoy it. He wondered if he should confront Weasley, but what would the point be if you didn’t have feelings for him any way? You and Garreth had been close for a majority of the year, while you and Sebastian only had these last few weeks together… these wondrous, extraordinary, marvelous few weeks.

He leaned up against the wall with his hands in his pockets as he waited. Nellie Oggspire had just walked down the steps and linked arms with Garreth. The red head gave him a knowing nod of his head as he passed, and Sebastian nodded back, trying not to tip him off that anything was amiss.

He glanced back up at the stairs to see if the person who just arrived was you. He saw it wasn’t and looked back down. Wait, yes it is! He shot up off the wall and stood up straight. He hardly recognized you, you cleaned up so wonderfully. He found you plenty attractive in your day-to-day getups already, yet you still managed to bring yourself up another level? Your smile at him as you walked down the steps was a spell in its own right. That’s not fair. He wanted to whine.

He met you at the bottom of the stairs, holding out his hand for you to take as you walked down the last few steps. He kept his eyes on yours as he kissed your knuckles. The feel of his lips on your skin had you weak, thankfully he held out his arm for you to take. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind if you leaned on him a bit.

The two of you looked out to the great hall, admiring how everything had been redone for the ball. Sebastian caught sight of Garreth gawking at you like he was in pain. Pushing Garreth to the back of his mind, he glanced back at you and was relieved you didn’t seem to notice the green eyed boy.

He cleared his throat, trying to forget Weasley existed. “Would you like to dance?”

“Yes, please.” You smiled sweetly. Dancing was the best next step. Your nerves were wild within you holding onto Sebastian like this, no way you would have been able to keep still.

He guided you to the dance floor and twirled you before bringing you into the proper waltz stance, just as you hoped he would. You looked up at him, holding each other a bit closer than what was probably appropriate for a school dance, and wondered how you two could possibly be so in sync after only a few weeks of getting to know each other.

You had never thought yourself to be a great dancer. But somehow, with Sebastian in the lead, you felt as if you had suddenly become an expert. It must have been all the dueling the two of you had done together, that was practically a dance in and of itself. Being constantly aware of where the other was at all times, covering each other’s blind spots, not allowing one misstep to let the other get a scratch on them.

Neither of you had any idea how many songs you danced through. If you had the stamina, you two remained on the dance floor. Sebastian couldn’t recall ever liking dancing this much, couldn’t recall ever liking it in the slightest. But you seemed to bring it out of him, he wasn’t complaining.

It wasn’t until Sebastian started to overheat in his coat that he realized how long the two of you had been going. “I don’t want to stop but I need to take this off.” He huffed with a laugh, slowing the two of you down to a stop. He hated that he had to throw off the momentum at all.

“It’s alright.” You panted. “I need to run to the washroom anyway. Grab us some drinks for when I’m back!” You called to him as you sped off, wanting to return as soon as possible.

Garreth caught Sebastian’s dreamy stare as he watched you walk off. He excused himself from Nellie to get drinks at the same time as him.

Sebastian didn’t seem to notice Garreth approach, too caught up in getting a glass for you and him, a pleased smile on his face. Garreth cleared his throat to grab his attention and Sebastian’s gaze shot up, his smile faltering. “Evening.” Garreth said, eyeing him.

“Evening.” Sebastian replied innocently, hoping that was the end of it. With drinks in hand, he went and found the table with your names on it. Garreth, forgetting drinks for him and Nellie, followed close in pursuit. Once he set down your glasses, Sebastian shrugged off his jacket then placed it on the back of the chair. All the while, wishing Garreth would take a hint and sod off.

“Look Sallow. I’m grateful you’re helping me out, but could you tone it down a bit? You two uh… really seem to be enjoying yourselves.” He glanced at the entrance to make sure you weren’t coming back yet, then turned back to Sebastian. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make a move.” Garreth chuckled amicably, but Sebastian could still hear the warning in it.

“Garreth, relax. It's all a part of the plan.” He’d say anything to keep Garreth away from you that night. “Don’t wuss out now and ruin all your progress. Now off you go, back to Nellie, distance makes the heart grow fonder and such.” He shooed.

Garreth gave him one last uneasy glance, then went on his way.

Sebastian sat himself down while he waited for you. Catching his breath and trying to recover so he’d be ready to dance again when you returned. He looked up towards the entrance and locked eyes with you as you made your way back. You smiled at each other, both thankful there was still plenty of the night left to go.

Ominis put his hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, giving a quick whistle to grab his attention. Sebastian glanced up then down at the flask he was expertly sneaking to him.

“Ominis, you bad bad boy.” Sebastian laughed. Looking back at you, he smoothly took it from him. He hid it in his lap as you arrived and slid into the seat next to him. He realized then, he wouldn’t have any if you didn’t.

“You better give me some of that.”

He also realized he’d gladly share. Sebastian was slightly aroused at seeing this misbehaving side of yours, how sly you were when holding your glass under the table for him to pour some of the flask in. He then swiftly poured some into his glass under the table as well, then put the cap back on to give back to Ominis.

“If anyone suspects anything, you and I had a fight and didn’t speak to each other at all tonight.” Ominis slid the flask back into his coat and left to join Isaac Cooper’s side.

“Bet I can get it down smoother than you can.” You teased, holding up your glass to cheers with his.

“Can you now?” Sebastian brought up his glass, clinking it with yours. You linked your arm with his and then brought the glass to your lips. He did the same, and you two chugged, keeping your eyes locked.

The both of you handled it about the same, faces only contorting marginally at the dreadful taste. It wasn’t much, but downing it as you both had could get you a slight buzz.

“Do this often, do you?” You and Sebastian released each other, setting down your glasses and standing.

“I had a life before Hogwarts, believe it or not.” You chuckled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you back out towards the dance floor.

The musicians shifted the tone from elegant waltzing music to exhilarant jig music, a vocalist joining in to sing some well known shanties. You and Sebastian joined in the crowd of students, singing and swaying along.

With the buzz still warm on your cheeks as you stood side by side in the crowd, he threw an arm around you. You gladly wrapped an arm around him as well, reaching your other hand up to hold onto his on your shoulder. This was one of the greatest nights of his life.

Both you and Sebastian were exhausted. Try as you might, you couldn’t stay any longer. You were both worn thin, your night had been incredible.

“Ow.” You whined groggily, resting a hand on the nearest wall.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian shrugged on his coat then put a hand on your shoulder, looking you up and down in concern.

“My shoes are brand new and I didn’t break them in before tonight. My feet are killing me.” You laughed.

A smirk formed on his face as an idea popped in his head. He moved in front of you and bent his knees slightly. He gestured with his head towards his back. “Up you go.” He said.

Your eyes widened slightly as you stared at him, amused. Then, without another word, you hopped on his back, wrapping your arms and legs around him.

“Where to?” He asked as he gripped your thighs and walked on easily.

Holding on tight, you remembered you had a few magical beasts to feed and brush before bed.

As Sebastian carried you to the room of requirement, he was feeling bubble headed in the best way. He hitched you up higher, more out of his bustling nerves than feeling like he didn’t have a good enough hold on you. You rested your cheek against the side of his head, and he didn’t care if you could feel his cheeky grin about it or not.

The two of you arrived all too soon even though you took the long way, avoiding taking any floos. Sebastian was beyond disappointed the door didn’t show up, he was hoping this time would be different when you said it never showed up when someone else was with you. He may not have known exactly what the two of you would do in there, but you would be alone, with no chance of anyone else bothering you. A big part of it would have been validation he wasn’t just anyone you’d brought around. He wanted to be someone special, the only one the room felt worthy to let in with you.

“I suppose this is where I leave you.” He began sheepishly, letting you down gently from his back. You looked delightedly at one another and he ran an anxious hand through his hair. “I had a really great time tonight.”

Your insides went into a tizzy. “Me too.” You beamed at him. You didn’t want to end this night or part ways with him. “So I uh - I know it’s late, are you sure you still want to help me tomorrow morning? I understand if you’d rather sleep in.” You didn’t doubt he would come with you the next day, you just wanted to hear him tell you he wouldn’t miss it.

“Of course I’m sure. I’ll be there.” He unknowingly took a step towards you, the two of you drifting closer without thinking.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a dope. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”

You two stood in coy silence for a moment, wanting the other to say something, anything to keep your night going a bit longer. “Well, I should get going so the room can appear for you, shouldn’t I?” He chuckled awkwardly, still not making any sort of move to take his leave.

“Ah, right.” You nodded your head, glancing briefly at the wall then looking back at him. You went in to hug him goodbye and he didn’t hesitate to hug you back. You held each other firmly in each other’s arms for a few seconds, then let go, smiles still painfully plastered on your faces. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him.

“Bright and early.” He assured.

“Bright and early.” You repeated, no longer caring if you looked like a flushing mess. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The two of you looked at each other for another moment, staying in place and becoming jumpy. You both went in for another hug, holding each other closer and longer this time, letting each other’s warmth envelope you. He took in your scent as you nuzzled your face against his neck.

“Goodnight.” He said again in a whisper.

You released each other, your faces temptingly close for a brief moment until you stepped back. He remained facing you as he started taking small, reluctant steps backwards to leave.

He watched as the smile faded from your face and you eyed him as if you were dispirited he was leaving. He stopped in his tracks, and a starved look took over your features. He was sure his face was doing the exact same thing.

You launched at one another, fusing your lips together. It was such a dizzying collision, the two of you weren’t really aware of where your hands were. The only thing that was clear was that they were on each other, holding the other close while roaming all over. Somehow, Sebastian had gotten you pressed up against the wall. He needed help keeping upright while his mouth moved in earnest, gasping and sighing along with yours.

Sebastian Sallow’s weight against you was something you never knew you needed. You bit at his bottom lip and sucked, hoping that would keep him anchored to you. A deep, muffled “mmh” noise escaped him and it was the most intoxicating sound.

He pulled back slightly to look at you then, eyes going over your features as he caught his breath. He couldn’t help but drag his fingers lightly down your cheek as you looked back at him, just as breathless.

He returned his lips to yours, taking it sweet and slow then. This time, he didn’t want to be dizzy, he wanted to be sturdy and in his right mind tasting you. Your hands felt so soft as they cupped his neck. A tingling sensation went down his spine when they slowly slid up to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair.

You were so lost in one another, that if anyone were to walk by you’d have no idea, no sense to pull away anyway.

Sebastian walked down to the Slytherin common room in a whimsical haze, humming each one of the songs he danced with you to that night. His lips felt swollen from all your kisses, it was wonderful.

His dreamy state came to an abrupt end when he found Garreth pacing frantically in front of the Slytherin Common room. The red head looked up at his arrival and his eyes went wide.

“There you are!” Garreth strode up to him and Sebastian got in a readied stance with his feet. “Where were you?! I saw you two leave and the way you were looking at each other all night and - Oh please tell me you didn’t do anything.”

Sebastian avoided his gaze. He didn’t feel for a second that Garreth should be with you instead, but damn him if he didn’t feel a little sorry for the poor fool.

“Sallow?” Garreth felt like he was going to be sick, but he held out the tiniest bit of hope. If Sebastian said nothing happened between you two, he’d run with it and never look back.

Man up and tell it to him straight. Sebastian took a deep breath and lifted his chin, physically and mentally preparing to get punched, he’d let Weasley have that much. “We kissed. We’re going to start seeing each other.”

Garreth’s eyes went wild, and he let out an incredulous guffaw. “Are you now? Well that’s just brilliant, isn’t it?!” It wasn’t really directed at him, Sebastian noticed. Garreth began pacing back and forth, looking as if he was going mad. “Why in Merlin’s name did I listen to that knobhead?! Hey Northcott, did you know spending time with someone and treating them right works? Who would have guessed?!” He looked back at Sebastian then, he clenched his hand into a fist like he was going to deck him. “I ought to bash your face in, Sallow. But right now, I’m more itching to have a word with Northcott. Best watch your back, I’m not done with you.”

Sebastian released the breath he was holding as Garreth stormed off. He could take him in a duel no problem, but he’d better keep a close eye on his food and drinks for a while.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x gn reader #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x mc

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THAT'S JUST WHAT COUPLES DO, NO? — tom kaulitz

hello my loves!! hope you guys enjoy this little oneshot that i put together! if you want a part two please just let me know! now a little bit about the story you are about to read and a couple of heads up!

english is NOT my first name so if you see any grammatical errors please do let me know so i can correct them.

the german that i will be using comes from my 7 or so years of learning german at school. with that being said if i wrote something that makes zero sense please do let me know!

this is very bad and rushed but i just wanted to put something out there :(( also not proofread!

BORING.

if you had to ask ( name ) what life as a celebrity is like the answer would be boring for the most part. sure, the concerts were fun and so were the fan meet and greets but the interviews, photoshoots and anything that didn't give her adrenaline was boring, in her opinion as least.

and this interview was no different than the others—

"so ( name ), recently there's been a photo of you and a member of a famous band walking downtown, would you like to talk about it?" the interviewer asked, as a picture of the girl and guitarist tom kaulitz from tokio hotel flashes on the screen.

— or maybe not

"scheiße! i knew that this was going to come up, so fucking annoying..."

" well, me and tom have been friends since we were small, our parents met eachother in highschool and became really good friends and so when me and the kaulitz twins were born we instantly became really good friends! it was just a friendly outing and nothing more!" smiled the girl, waiting for another question.

" you heard it here tom fangirls, your man is still single!" laughed the interviewer.

you'd think that after that interview the rumors would die, that people would get bored and suddenly forget about the picture, however that never happened. in fact, the press started questioning the guitarist as well.

" tom! tom! please look here! are the rumors true?"

"tom! are you and ( name ) dating?"

"can we expect a collab form you two in the future?"

truly a nightmare.

" i don't want to be that person really, but i think you guys just need to come clean, i mean what's the worst that can happen?"

" great idea bill! let's see.. oh! i've got a few! the press will be on our ass nonstop, privacy will be GONE and let's not forget that our crazy fa girls will probably attack the living shit out of ( name )!"

" du spinnst wohl, tom. bill's right, we should just come clean i mean, we've been dating for two years now and i'm tired of having to be secretive and careful 24/7." sighed the girl, as she picked up another piece of hair to start braiding. " i mean sure you're right about the fan girl part but the rest is nothing that we haven't dealt with already. we'll be fine, trust me!"

" see! even ( name ) agrees with me! hör auf so depp zu sein, tom!"

tonight was the night.

"hello everyone and welcome back! tonight we have ( name ) and tom kaulitz joining us!" presented the host. " so tom, ( name ) i think we both know why you guys are here tonight."

" i have a slight guess but i'll let you explain" smiled the girl before making eye contact with the guy next to her.

" perfect so as we all know there's been some rumors about you two recently after this photo right here was posted on the internet, anything to say about it?"

" uh yes actually, you see i was trying to enjoy a nice afternoon before my show with my beautiful girlfriend, away from paparazzi's eyes but it seems like i failed." replied tom as his iconic smirk appeared when he heard the live crowd gasp. " why is everyone so surprised? that's what couples do, no?"

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer

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I’m obsessed with the way u write Tommy, the witty dialogue is so >>>> lately I’ve been fixated on the drunk MCC video so if you’d like to write a oneshot based on that it would be super appreciated! Reader probably takes beky’s spot so they’re on the same team, and the more drunk they get the more affectionate and distracted they get and the chat is just eating it up teehee

I actually had to hunt down the video because I haven’t seen it… for anyone curious the video is called “Minecraft But I’m Drunk”!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Gn!Reader

Flirting Fools

“IM JUST KEN, WHEN I SEE LOVE I SEE YOUR BALLS—“

The cider you were drinking—same one that Tommy had stocked up on—ends up on your monitor rather than down your throat. Whose idea was it to do a drunk MCC again? Oh, yeah, Tommy fucking Innit.

“Why can’t you say hello like a normal person?” You sigh, wondering if Tommy even has his headphones on.

“Y’know, I want to watch the woman movie but my girlfriend insists I see it with her and I haven’t had the chance.” Jack says, speaking up.

“Oh, Jack, you have a girlfriend?” Tommy asks.

“Acting like you aren’t dating someone too.” You say pointedly, giving a deadpan look to your camera.

“Because you’re amazing! The El-Oh-Em-El! Love of my life!”

“Never spell an acronym out loud again.” You plead.

“What’s an acronym?”

Tubbo’s laugh in the background seems more like a cry of help.

“We’re dropping like Fortnite!” Jack exclaims just as the floor vanishes from under you and everyone is out into elytra mode.

“Shit wait we’re playing Fortnite? We playing Fortnite?” Tommy immediately hops on the joke, and you mentally tune him out.

“I love Fortnite!” Jack agrees eagerly. Twenty seconds later, he dies. “I fucking hate Fortnite!”

“I died too.” You inform him, picking up the can of alcoholic cider to take a drink.

“WAIT!” Tommy screeches. “Cheers! Cheers with me!”

You raise your drink to your camera, assuming Tommy is doing the same in his office. Afterward, Tommy slurps his drink far too close to his mic.

“I’m gonna vomit.” Tubbo declares.

“Don’t back down and give up, that’s some shit Kenergy.”

“Guys, I just bought myself a pack of ‘Colon the Caterpillar’ and if we win MCC I’ll open them.” Tommy’s voice announces during the loading between games. Do you know what that means? No. Do you want some? Fuck yes.

“Share. Share? Share?” You ask, taking another sip of your drink.

“Come over babygirl.” Tommy answers you. For a second, there’s a complete pause in the call. “…I’m going to kill myself.”

“What the FUCK?” Jack shouts.

“Tom, Tom— never say that again.” Tubbo pleads, are you’re inclined to agree.

“Maybe just… keep your mouth shut.” You advise Tommy.

“Oh, Jesus, it’s harder to stream when the— when.” Tommy says, quite eloquently.

“Ah, yes, I when the when all the time with you.” You agree.

“We are when the when-ers.”

“Can you two shut up?” Jack asks.

You grit your teeth, groaning when a player kills you, picking up your drink again. Slowly but surely, you’re getting drunker and drunker. So much for not having a hangover tomorrow.

“We’ve literally gotta get this dub guys or I don’t get my sweets.” Tommy reminds everyone. “Why is talking like fuckin’ on extreme difficulty?”

“Is it?” You ask idly, taking another drink just for fun.

“Worse than when I’m kissin’ you and shit.” He confirms.

“Stop making Tubbo and I the third wheel.” Jack pleads.

You grin, laughing. “Nah.”

“Listen to me now! Look me in the eyes!” Tubbo says, his character moving to stand directly in front of Tommy’s. “You’re my best friend okay and we’ll get you through this.”

“Tom, Tommy, Toms, listen to me.” You giggle, moving to stand next to Tubbo. “You are my boyfriend. And I will not get you through this.”

“Okay, fuck, well I gotta listen to you. Sorry Tubbo.”

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna get the coins in the middle!” After his declaration, Tommy sprints to the middle platform and starts mining away at the yellow coin block.

“Jesus fuck, At least wait!” You sigh, shooting a random person.

“Wha— how are you getting them?” Jack agains, laughing wildly. “How is that working?”

“Cause I’ve got backup! My backup’s the best!” Tommy responds, turning in circles.

“You know I’ve always got your back.” You answer.

“Cause you’re cool like that. You got the moves like Jagger.”

“That I do, Tom Simons. That I do.”

“Y’know what? It makes me quiet.” Tommy gives no context, leaving you on your own to puzzle out that he’s talking about being drunk.

“Huh? We literally got plastered that one time and you wouldn’t shut up.” You disagree.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause it was you.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Means I like talking to you, bitch.”

“And you don’t like talking to me?” Jack asks. “Oh, yeah, I see how it is.”

“I got priorities man!” Tommy defends himself.

“Priorities being…?” You question, giggling.

“You.”

“I’ve got to say, I think there’s a huge lack of focus on the team.” Jack says, coughing pointedly.

“I think I’ve got to agree with you Jack.” Tubbo hums.

“Yeah, and it ain’t us Tubbo.”

“The fuck you saying about me and my boyfriend?” You ask, splash potion of harming in your hand. “You wanna fucking repeat that?”

“No no no no— you guys are great! Teen love— TUBBO RUN—“

“Tommyinnit meet and greet on the rocks outside the pier in Brighton at 1am?” Tommy asks. “Any muggers don’t go there though.”

“I’ll go with. Mug both of us.” You offer.

“Yeah, we team that shit. Power of love right there.”

“Love lets people get mugged together?” Jack laughs.

“Not all love Jack.” Tommy corrects.

“Just ours.” You agree with Tommy. “Our love is special, Jack.”

“Oh, it’s certainly something.”

Sands of Time has you immediately frowning at the screen and taking another drink. It’s such a shit game, it deserves to be drank to.

“I went to the bathroom guys and I was just like oh by the way…”

There’s a second where you, Tubbo, and Jack wait for Tommy to finish his sentence. He doesn’t.

“‘Oh by the way’ what?” Jack finally asks.

“Oh— oh, I just stopped.” Tommy laughs. Cackles, more like.

“Oh by the way I’m coming over to your place after?” You ask him.

“Really? We can watch that new movie you’ve been wanting to see, if you want.” He doesn’t even blink at the subject change.

“Works for me. Might be a bit before I sober enough to not get murdered in the streets though.”

“I’ll just come get you, love.”

“You’re drunker than me.”

“I’ll scare everyone off with my many muscles.”

“Do you even have one?” Tubbo asks. “One muscle?”

“Many manly muscles.” Tommy doubles-down.

“I’ll just walk.” You sigh.

“Guys stop calling me ‘daddy Tommy’ I’m clearly a twink.”

“Tom?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up, please.”

“Whatever you say!”

<Tommyinnit> Tubbo kisses his cousins

“I do not!” Tubbo exclaims, outrage painting his voice.

“I’ve seen Tubbo bare-lipsing his cousins.” Jack argues immediately.

“Have you?” You ask Jack.

“I’d kiss you even if you were my cousin.” Tommy says to you. “That’s how much I love you.”

“You’d what?”

“No, cause it’s my love.”

“Tom, man, I think it’s time for you to be done.” Jack says wisely.

“Well, no, cause what’s wrong with what I said?”

“So many things. So so many things.”

When you blink your eyes open the next morning, everything is hazy and painful. A throbbing headache makes you immediately close your eyes against the bright sunlight of morning, only for you to try again a few moments later.

There's a weight thrown across your middle; upon further inspection, it's Tommy's arm. Heavy and warm, and also keeping you trapped next to him.

"Tom." You groan, knowing that you need some water and Aspirin. He probably does too, considering he definitely drank more than you. "Tom, please."

He mumbles something, barely relenting his grip on you. It's just enough so that you can stretch across the bed to grab your phone from the charger. There's a few messages from friends checking up on you and Tommy (including a shit ton from Wilbur that you're just going to... ignore...) but you swipe open social media.

Only to immediately close it when you realize that you and Tommy are trending for what happened during MCC last night. Although it could very well also have been from the photo Tommy posted of you two kissing, to be fair.

"Stop moving." Tommy groans, pressing his face into your shoulder.

"We need Aspirin and water." You tell him. "And we're trending on Twitter."

"No." His hold on you tightens. "Five more minutes."

You know damn well five minutes will be ten, then thirty, then two hours, but you relent either way.

"Five more minutes."

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #tommyinnit imagine #tommy innit #tommy mcyt #tom simons

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