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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Wrapped Around Your Finger

Professor!Thomas Shelby x Student!Reader

A/n-Inspired by Wrapped Around Your Finger-The Police. I have very minimal experience with university level math so don't even try to figure out what they're doing, I don't know either.

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Warnings-NSFW/SMUT, infidelity, student/teacher sexual relationship, mentions of power play, vaginal fingering.

“Do you understand?” The professor probed. They were both standing at his desk, where several pages of handwritten equations, notes and diagrams littered the varnished oak surface. Dropping the pen on a page featuring a complicated calculations in his messy scrawl Thomas slipped his ink stained hands into the pockets of his navy trousers, glancing towards her, awaiting a response.

Y/n hesitated, before responding with a subtle nod. “So I’m supposed to…simplify to find K and then multiply K by L?" Quickly, she did the calculations, "That means X would be……seven twenty five?" She offered unsteadily, almost completely sure of her ability to understand what they’d just gone over but still eager to have her final scraps of self doubt chased off.

“Yes,” Thomas hissed softly, “Very good,” he added, his praise sounding almost apathetic, but Y/n didn’t take it personally; he was like that with almost everyone. Almost; sometimes, she thought got to see a different side of him. A softer, more personable side that might have been reserved for private moments, that he sometimes shared when they were together.

“We can stop here,” he sighed, pulling his round-framed glasses off, holding onto one of the wirey handles, “Or we can go over putting these calculations into diagrams.” Thomas seemed hopeful as he extended the offer and his subtle eagerness to be around her was one of the things that differentiated his interactions with her from the ones he had with his other students. He always seemed short-tempered and employed harsh criticism when he worked with them, but with her, he was…..quieter; still frosty, but never mean. There were other noticeable differences, but most times, Y/n tried to not think about them, the last thing she wanted was to lead herself on. “I would love to,” she really would, he seemed to enjoy spending time with her and Y/n couldn’t say truthfully that she didn’t feel the same, but the face of her dainty French diamond watch said that it was just after six and she wasn’t sure if it would be safe for her to walk back to her flat unescorted after dark. “But its already so late.”

“Its only six,” Thomas shrugged, moving away from his desk, heading towards the liquor selection at the corner of his office. She knew, primarily from acting as his unofficial assistant during that semester and from their private sessions, that he routinely had a couple glasses of whiskey in the evening. Most times, instead of offering her one, he usually just poured an extra one and brought it over. “I can drive you home, if you want,” he offered nonchalantly, setting her glass down on a cleared spot amongst the papers. “Cigarette?” he fished a couple out of a little silver case in his breast pocket.

“Are you sure that’s appropriate?” Y/n probed, relieving him of a slender, paper cylinder and perching it between her lips as he collected a silver lighter from another pocket.

“No one would know,” Thomas shrugged again, bringing the flame to the tip of her cigarette.

“I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way,” Y/n blew a stream of pale blue, minty smoke from a slit made by her rosy lips as she held the cigarette between her middle and pointer fingers.

“I want to, wouldn’t be outta my way,” he countered casually in this attractively thick Burmmie accent, drawing in an extended sip as he half sat on his desk, one foot still planted firmly on the checkered floor, “I’d just have to call home,” he said, a sudden weight descending on his tone and absently, Y/n glanced at the gold band encircled around the professor’s ring finger. Her heart drop a little; she hated that ring, it was a constant reminder that he wasn’t hers to admire.

“Your wife will be worried?” She tilted her head curiously as she leaned her hip against his desk. If it weren’t for the pesky ring, one might have assumed that Mrs. Shelby didn’t exist at all, there weren’t any photographs of her in his office, even if there was one of his children, a boy and a girl, situated on his desk. He never talked about her either.

His shoulders and chest shook in a dry, sarcastic chuckle, “No, but she will throw my fuckin' clothes in the fire.”

Y/n sucked in a surprised breath, eyes going wide, “Well I wouldn't want you to get in trouble.”

“I’m always in trouble,” he smiled, faint and wickedly, “Do you want to stay or not?” Thomas’ gorgeous blue gaze met her eyes, willing a response out of her.

Despite what she’d just heard, and knowing what people would think if they saw her getting into her professor's car, Y/n was as tightly wound around Thomas’ finger as the wedding band put there by another woman; “I’d love to.”

She could have sworn he smiled again, but the expression faded so quickly that she wasn’t sure. “Good,” setting his glass down and he pushed off the desk, “You’re smart, the diagrams won’t be that hard,” Thomas shuffled closer and Y/n’s breath hitched audibly when he rested his hand on the center of her back. Quickly, he snuffed out the cigarette in a crystal ashtray, and when he leaned over to collect a pencil, the hand on her back slid a little lower, “I’ll do the first one.”

Y/n glanced at Thomas, pulling in her lower lip at the sight of his profile; sharp and remarkably handsome. She couldn’t count how many times she’d laid in bed at night before falling asleep, and sometimes even during class while he was teaching, fantasizing about him; how his hands, dried out from using chalk so often, would feel as they traced her naked curves, the taste of his liquor stained lips and the weight of him on top of her.

When his hand deserted the small of her back so he could properly draw the diagram, Y/n tried to hide her disappointment and pay attention. As usual, he made it look significantly easier than it was, and she figured that his fluidity came from twenty plus years worth of practice and the fact that he was one of the Mathematics department’s best professors- anyone who enrolled there with the intention of reading for a Math degree hoped to have at least one course with Professor Shelby, he was the best of the best. That was why she was so lucky that he’d offered to tutor her privately, there weren’t many women in her class-it was still very difficult for women to get into traditionally male programs, especially at such a prestigious university- and Thomas had made it exceedingly clear at the beginning of the semester that he did not do individual sessions.

Two weeks later, he’d pulled her aside and said if she were interested, he would be happy to give her a few hours in the evening three times a week- he’d said it was because he thought she had the potential to do remarkable things, Y/n had wished that there was more behind his intention.

“Try one,” Thomas interrupted her thoughts, and Y/n realized that she hadn’t been paying attention. Still, she put out her dwindling smoke and took the pencil when he offered it, giving his diagram a long, hard look before shifting her gaze. They’d never done that in class before, Thomas had already gone beyond the syllabus with her, and because her mind had strayed so far during his demonstration, she was completely lost; all she had was his example without explanation. But she didn’t want to annoy him, so instead of telling him that she had no clue on what she was doing, Y/n gave it a shot.

Well, tried to.

“Not like that,” Thomas intervened after she drew the first line, “Here,” he rasped, stepping closer, “I’ll show you.” Expecting Thomas to reclaim the pencil, she gasped when reached behind her, draping his arm across her back so he could put his hand over hers.

His palm was rough against the back of her hand, his chest was pressed to her back and she could feel his breath fan the side of her face as he went over every step. Y/n was also acutely aware of one of his feet positioned between hers, keeping her legs slightly separated. To anyone walking into the room, it would look significantly worse than it would if he'd been caught driving her home.

Thankfully he always kept the door locked during their sessions and they were also rarely bothered- despite being one of the department’s main attractions, it was no secret that Professor Shelby’s behavior had resulted in most being very scared of him. Y/n though had spent enough time with him to become accustomed to his brash nature; she’d actually found that it was part of his charm.

“Do you understand?” He asked when they were done, his hold on her hand loosening while he rested the other on the lip of his desk as she dropped the ruler they were using. He’d effectively boxed her in and Y/n was quickly losing her ability to think civil, coherent thoughts.

“Uh….” A shuddered exhale seeped off her slightly agape lips, “Yes,” she managed, angling her head awkwardly so she could see his face. She’d meant to meet his eyes, but fell short when her gaze instead flicked to his lips. “Thank you."

“‘Course,” Thomas breathed, and Y/n’s eyes were still fixed on his lips. She was hoping he would kiss her and couldn’t accurately count how many times she’d wondered how it would happen if it ever had to; would he push her up against the chalkboard while she helped him pack up or catch her in an empty hallway?

Perhaps right that very minute?

Briefly she met his gaze she found that there was a dark glint there, though Thomas didn’t seem particularly intent on doing anything about it. Trying to keep her anticipation at bay, she spared him a couple more seconds and then, just as she thought he was going to step back and look away, Y/n leaned upwards on her toes and boldly pressed her lips to his.

Shocked, Thomas stiffened and removed his touch, he didn’t even kiss her back. “You’re one to talk about what’s inappropriate,” he huffed dryly upon pulling his head back to search her eyes, “You don’t want’ta do this,” He warned, pocketing his hands as Y/n turned, so her chest would be no more than a couple inches away from his.

“I do,” she protested firmly, gripping the edge of his desk as she leaned on it, pressing her knees into his thighs, “Don’t you?” She enticed.

Thomas licked his lips, “You’re young and stupid-”

“I thought you said I was smart?” She teased with a pout, pausing for a minute to think about her next words. “I see the way you look at me,” Y/n had never been the most forward person, and her mother often reminded her that it wasn’t becoming of a young woman to act provocatively, but Thomas wasn’t being much help and she was tired of hoping and waiting. “Is it your wife?” She questioned.

“No,” casually, he shook his head.

“Afraid we’ll get caught?” Y/n furrowed her brows.

“No,” was all he offered once more, that time, his lashes flitted and she caught the way he appraised her body appreciatively before meeting her eyes again.

“Then I’ve been mistaken,” she tipped her chin indignantly, not believing that one for a minute.

He raised his brows and smirked, “No,” he briefly scrunched his nose and pursed his lips and Y/n huffed, ducking her head. “Shy already, eh?” He taunted.

Lifting her head, Y/n scoffed, pushing off the desk in favor of draping herself on his chest and looming her arms around his neck. “No,” she jeered quietly, “But I’m sure you’d like that; you want me shy and sweet and stupid.”

“I would,” Thomas admitted in a low tone, finally reacting; his hands slowly slipped out of his pockets, landing on her waist so he could curl his fingers into the powder blue fabric of simple dress.

Y/n hummed, “Too bad.” Arching upwards, she planted her mouth on his again. When they’d started their tutoring session earlier, he’d taken his jacket off and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, affording Y/n the opportunity to skim his forearms before letting her hands settle on his firm biceps. His grip on her waist tightened and he responded eagerly to her feverish kiss, battling for control.

But he’d lost his opportunity- he had his chance and he was going to let her go.

He was stronger, but still gave in when she pushed him, stumbling backwards as she walked blindly, their lips still locked. As they moved, Thomas’ hands glided from her waist to roughly cup her ass, and she could feel the heat of his large, rough hands through the fabric of her dress and the fine silk of her knickers. Her fingers trailed downwards, fumbling with the button and zipper of his trousers shoving them, along with his boxers, down a little.

Pushing her off a little, Thomas pounced at the pretty buttons holding the top of her dress closed. His fingers worked far more fluidly than hers had, easily undoing the line of buttons that ran down her left breast to her waist, before pushing the dress off at the shoulders, revealing her gray, silk undergarments. As he pulled her close again, Y/n absently kicked her dress while pushing off his waist coat, letting it crumple to the floor so she could wrap his striped tie around her fist to tug him closer.

Kneading her ample hips, Thomas inched her knickers down, the roughness of his fingers contrasting with the delicate, lace trim. As they eventually slid down her exposed legs, his hands roamed the newly exposed skin, the stark coldness of his wedding band reminding Y/n of how out of line she’d been in seducing him. Still, guilt was the last thing she felt- it was actually quite empowering in some twisted way; despite having a wife, Thomas was locked office with her. He’d been lusting after her, she didn’t care for love, not in that moment, all Y/n wanted was triumph. And him.

Kissing him hungrily, they stumbled towards his chair, and after his pants and boxers had fallen to his knees, she lightly pushed against his chest, urging him to sit. Thomas was barely afforded a moment to admire Y/n in her scantily clad form before she clamored into his lap, his hands easily taking her waist to guide her positioning. “Am I your favorite?” Y/n inquired headily as she slowed down, undoing his tie before getting started on opening his light blue dress shirt.

“My favorite?” he hummed, pressing searing pecks to the column of her neck.

“Favorite student,” she kissed the side of his head as he continued down her neck, “Favorite thing to look at,” her voice dropped melodically and when Thomas tugged on the ribbon of her bra, allowing it to fall between them so he could grab her breasts, Y/n drew in a sharp breath, “Favorite person to touch.”

“Yes,” he hissed, nipping at the smooth skin near her collarbone. His hands roved her back, their warmth and calluses sending shivers up her spine. “I fuckin’ love looking at you, thinking of you-”

“Thinking of me how?” She elicited, arching towards his chest when Thomas dropped his head lower, kissing and nipping at the swell of her breasts.

“Like this,” he mumbled, suddenly reaching between her thighs so his fingers could invade her soaked folds and graze her swollen nub. The hint of contact made her shiver excitedly and just the tip of his fingertips on her throbbing bundle of nerves was enough to double her arousal.

When two of his fingers slid into her tight entrance, Y/n’s jaw hung slack and her mind slowly became less of her own, much to Thomas’ amusement. “Look at you, eh,” he mumbled, face still pressed into the valley of her pert breasts, “I bet I could make you come around my fingers, like a fuckin’ whore.”

A pitched yelp and nails curling into his broad shoulders acted as Y/n’s only response. “What do you think, hm?” He pumped rhythmically, “You come ‘ere for me to teach you, so why don’t I teach you somethin’, eh?” Vaguely, she was aware of Thomas pulling his head back a little so he could admire her wanton expression; unfocused eyes, mouth agape and lips quivering.

“Uh…teach me…..what?” She fumbled out, unable to coherently articulate her thoughts.

Thomas didn’t respond immediately, instead kissing the hollow of her throat before offering with a smirk, “About why young, stupid girls should respect their teachers.” As the words fell off his lips, Thomas slowed his pace, prompting Y/n to whine frustratedly.

“Please….” Y/n begged, trying to stir some friction, only to be stopped by Thomas grabbing one of her hips to hold her in place.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” His fingers moved to make a ‘v’ around her cilt, and as he rubbed up and down, he pressed his thumb into her mound extracting a pattern of audible, ragged breaths. “You’re a quick study though,” he praised, pressing his mouth to the warm skin behind her ear and sucking a dark bruise into the skin there.

Her hands slid from his shoulders, palms spreading on his back. “Pro…..professor….” She crooned huskily, heavy breaths mellowing to a sharp whine when his fingers gravitated to her core once more, curling erotically inside her. In her shoes, Y/n’s toes clenched in and she melted against him, feeling herself inch closer to climax. All it took after that was Thomas quickening the pace of his ministrations for euphoria to come crashing down on her, pushing a ragged cry off her lips and hastening her heartbeat erratically while her walls pulsated around his thick fingers. “Oh, professor!” Y/n’s depraved moans ricocheted off the walls, undoubtedly loud enough for anyone walking by to hear.

As her explosive high settled to a pleasurably electric buzz, Y/n’s quick breaths waned into longer, slower ones and her vision refocused. An airy smile tugged at her lips as she relaxed into his lap, just in time to catch Thomas bringing his fingers to his own lips, cleaning them of her juices before hungrily pressing his mouth to hers, the salty taste of herself lingering on his tongue as it slipped past the barrier of her teeth.

“Would you like to see what I’ve learnt, professor?” Her sultry words melted onto his lips as their mouths worked in tandem. Not awaiting his response, Y/n teased him, her slik, drenched slit grazing the very tip of his hardened member.

A sharp exhale broke off his lips, pouring into her mouth and involuntarily, he bucked his hips. In anticipation, Y/n raised herself a bit higher, so he wouldn’t achieve the contact he’d sought. Frustrated, Thomas groaned throatily and Y/n smiled faintly, “Quick study, remember?” Even if she was desperate to feel him, she wanted to taunt Thomas the way he’d taunted her, make him wait the way she had.

Thomas huffed, flashing a brief, breathless grin, “I remember,” he pulled away slightly to drag his thumb along her lower lip, “Show me what you’ve learned then, sweetheart.” Sweetheart, the way he said it sent shivers up her spin in the best of ways.

Flicking her tongue against his thumb, Y/n laughed softly, “With pleasure….professor,” rasping the word, Y/n angled her hips and sank down on his erection, a hollow moan vacating her throat as she lolled her head back.

“Fuck sweetheart,” Thomas drawled, grip on her hips going so tight it might have left more bruises. He filled her up perfectly; girth stretching her to the point of the most delicious burn, length reaching so deeply that Y/n could barely think straight and bulging veins excitingly rough against her still sensitive walls

Clinging to him to steady herself, she stirred her hips, igniting a leisurely pace; fast enough to rouse salacious friction but slow enough to make them both desperate for more. “Professor,” she heaved as her own name left Thomas’ lips in a lewd praise.

“Faster,” he urged harshly, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, jerking his pelvis to match her pace. When Y/n circled her hips sensuously Thomas tugged her silken skin between his teeth to suppress a low moan. “Fuckin’....” He gritted into her skin, one hand rounding her waist so he could flatten his hand on her lower back when the rhythmic roll of her hips finally grew faster.

Eagerly seeking release, Thomas thrust faster, the force eliciting sinful yelps from Y/n. His hand stationed at her side journeyed upwards to grope one of her swollen breasts, his thumb pressing into her pebbled nipple. “I need to feel you,” he managed through clenched teeth.

Y/n’s response was incoherent, but her pace stuttered as she felt her legs start stiffening again. In an instant, she was quaking around Thomas, bright colors dancing on her lids as intoxicating ecstasy washed over her for a second time. “Open your fuckin’ eyes,” Thomas barked, length twitching between her thighs as his release joined hers, “I want….to see you,” he strained.

Her lashes fluttered open at his harshly delivered order and simultaneously, Y/n’s jaw fell slack. The combination of their climaxes seemed to multiply the gratification, making it feel almost otherworldly. His veins throbbing against her heat and his product drenching her core while her walls contracted, cocooning him tightly as stickly warm made their thighs slick. They tried to ride out their mutual highs, his rigid pace clashing headily with her slowing one. “God….fuck!” She cried, clutching his nape and consequently pressing his face into her breasts.

As they slowed to a halt, Y/n and Thomas breathed heavily, and she finally registered that his office had started going dark- the sun had almost completely set and they hadn’t turned on any lights while working earlier. It must have been well past seven by then. With a pronounced wince, Y/n detached herself from Thomas, though still lingering in his lap, simply shifting so she could relax against his chest. He was slouched into the chair and her legs were draped horizontally across his bare thighs, while her shoulder was wedged comfortably between his arm and ribs. Just as they settled into the new, surprisingly amorous position, Thomas casually pressed his palm to the side of Y/n’s head, wordlessly urging her to rest it in the crook of his neck.

“I think this may have been our most productive session yet, Professor Shelby,” Y/n noted with girlish mirth.

Thomas hummed and she could have sworn that she heard the glimmer of a smile that spread on his cheeks, “It might have been,” he agreed softly, then bending awkwardly to press his lips to her hair, “Tomorrow after class, we should have another.”

Despite her earlier confidence, the firmness in his tone sparked an undeniable warmth in her face that spread to her ears and chest, “I would like that,” she offered softly, absently tracing the rising sun tattoo on the left side of his chest, “I look forward to……learning from you, professor,” Y/n’s tone dropped seductively at the word, finding that she quite enjoyed the sound of it.

“Mhm,” Thomas hummed lowly, “I look forward to teaching you, sweetheart.”

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Tagging- @alreadybroken-ts @cloudofdisney @datewithgianni @thelightnessofthebeing @captivatedbycillianmurphy

#thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders #thomas shelby x y/n #cillian murphy #tommy shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #wrapped around your finger

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wiiildflowerrr · 10 months

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The Old Song Selector Dice in action on night 1 in Buenos Aires

(The size of this thing, next to our "6'2, at best" lead singer!)

#the 5sos show spoilers #the 5sos show tour spoilers #5sos spoilers #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #song dice #stage!5sos #video #the 5sos show buenos aires #19 july #2023 #english love affair #voodoo doll #if you don't know #wrapped around your finger #heartbreak on the big screen #heartbreak girl

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bloatedandalone04 · 3 days

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:(( Omg do you think we should have an Anakin kissing scene like this: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNT2ddPN/

yes. yes, i think we should have that.

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen edit #hayden christensen gif #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen icons #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #wrapped around your finger #wrapped around your finger au #screaming whispers au #screaming whispers one shot

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braidlottie · 6 months

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WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER.

part 3

series masterlist | gif credit | previous chapter | next chapter

tags!!!! mostly fluffy, family breakfast time! (reader gets smiley face pancakes from lottie bc i SAID SO), lottie asks u a somewhat life changing question…

i’m sorry this took a while and is so short! chapter 4 will be better i promise 🤕

yawning, you stretched and rubbed your eyes. lottie had left your side obviously, the left side of your bed still smelling like her. your clock read 9:34, you never expected yourself to be up this early.

the events of what happened last night made you groan in embarrassment.

the feeling of her lips against her skin. her hands, her fingers slipping inside, making you gasp, closing your eyes in pleasure-

a knock at your door brung you out of your thoughts, hearing your mother’s voice outside. “are you up?”

“..yeah?”

“come down, i made breakfast.” the sound of her footsteps fade away as you got out of bed, not even bothering to brush your teeth. the stairs creaked as you walked down, hearing the local news playing quietly on the tv and your mother’s and lottie’s voice in the kitchen.

“there you are, finally! lottie made pancakes!” taissa smiled, opening the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice. she brought the two of you glasses and sat down, offering you a seat next to you. you sat down in the dining chair, lottie putting two plates in front of you. one had scrambled eggs, and two strips of bacon, and the other, two stacked pancakes with cut strawberries around the edges, and chocolate chips forming a smiley face.

“i made them extra special for you.” she pet your head, a big smile across her face. when she turned her back to go sit with you and your mother, you furrowed your eyebrows. the same woman that seduced you last night just made you.. smiley face pancakes.

you shrugged it off and poured your syrup, and digging in. “wow, lottie,” you chewed, talking with your mouth full of the fluffy hotcake. “you made these?”

“my own recipe.” she nodded, pre-cutting her breakfast. she watched as you indulged, smiling sweetly at the puddle of syrup on your plate. “y’know tai, i was thinking of taking y/n back with me for a while. i really want him to see the sights.”

you looked up from your plate.

being in new york?

with lottie?

it almost made you choke.

“well, for how long?”

“just next weekend. i was thinking we leave on friday, come back on sunday.”

“that’s fine for me, i don’t know about y/n, though.” she pointed her fork at you, making lottie to you. her eyes widened a bit, waiting for your answer. “uhh, sure, lottie. sounds really fun.” you smiled with no teeth, mouth still full of pancake.

“then it’s settled! oh, you’re going to love it over there, y/n!” she clapped. “i’m driving back home in a little, but i will pick you up on friday.” she reached over to grab your hand. her joy was contagious over this trip, you and your mother smiling as well. you would’ve never thought your first new york trip, even your first trip out of state, would be with your mom’s best friend.

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next friday came quicker than you thought. you had finally finished packing your bags around 12 pm, putting your toothbrush and toothpaste in a ziploc bag. “lottie’s outside.” taissa knocked on your open door, handing you a tupperware container.

“what’s this?”

“just some snacks for the two of you. y’know for the ride there. some apple slices and baby carrots.” you gave her an uneasy smile, thinking in your head about all the junk food you and lottie were gonna get at some random convenience store on the way there.. “thanks… mom.”

“you’re gonna have so much fun, sweetheart! be careful, okay?” she hugged you tightly, kissing your forehead. “you have everything?”

you nodded and smiled, grabbing your suitcase. “i’m fine, mom,” you chuckled, walking downstairs, filling your water jug with ice and grabbing an extra bottle of water from the fridge. you said your final goodbyes, opening the front door to see lottie in the driver's seat, reaching in the back. you guessed she was trying to make room for your suitcase. “you ready?” her voice was higher, smiling as soon as she saw you.

“you can put your suitcase back here, babe.”

BABE? this woman was about to kill you and you haven’t even step foot in her car yet.

“okay!” your voice cracked, opening the back door of the SUV, laying your luggage on its side. you got in the passenger next to her, buckling your seatbelt and waving to your mother, who was standing just outside your front door. lottie exhaled as she put the car in drive.

“well.. albany, here we come.”

#wrapped around your finger #wayf #yellowjackets #yellowjackets x reader #adult lottie #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews fluff #lottie matthews smut #lottie x reader #lottie matthews #lottie mathews x reader #lottie yellowjackets

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dms-a-jem · 10 days

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The Police - Music Videos/Promos

Part 2: 1981-1986

#the police #the police band #spirits in the material world #one world (not three)#demolition man #every little thing she does is magic #invisible sun #every breath you take #wrapped around your finger #king of pain #synchronicity ii #don’t stand so close to me ‘86 #stewart copeland #andy summers #sting

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poisoneitherway · 7 months

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Wrapped around your finger live from Budapest

#this is what i have from wayf #i spent the rest of the song sobbing #5sos #the 5sos show tour budapest #wrapped around your finger #michael clifford #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #e*#also this sounds soooo nice in the recording i didnt hear them this good in the venue

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phantompoguefangirl · 9 months

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NEW STORY UPDATE:

☆WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER☆

[CHAPTER 2: Side Effects]

You throw me around like a rag doll

And throw me away like your cigarettes

Then pick up the pieces of whatever's left of me

They're yours to keep

A million and one ways that I've tried

To turn it around, leave it all behind

But every time you turn out to be one step ahead of me

Lost in reality

I can feel you in the dark when I fall asleep

All that's in my head are pictures of memories, words that you said to me

Hey, hey, Hailey, won't you save me?

Bittersweet chemistry

I can't escape you anywhere even in my dreams

All that's in my head are pictures of memories, words that you said to me

Lost in Reality-5SOS

A/N: Can we just take a moment to appreciate this photo of Michael in the header? 👆 I literally just keep staring at it because HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR ONE PERSON TO BE SO PERFECT? 🥺😍😫

Anyway on to chapter 2. ☆Trigger Warning☆: Abuse is talked about in this one and it might be a little intense. Also there is a kind of intimate scene but it's not sexual. If it makes you uncomfy just skip it.

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I didn't hear the front door open over the sound of four spazzy boys trying to talk to me on the phone at once. We were discussing our plan for me to finally leave Jesse. 5 Seconds of Summer's management and lawyers had figured out a way to free me from Jesse on the business end. Now we were just figuring out how I would get out this house quickly and safely. I had already secretly packed most everything I owned and I was planning to try and leave before Jesse got home from work. He was supposed to be stuck in meetings till late tonight so now was my chance.

I rolled my eyes and turned to grab more of my clothes out of the clean laundry pile to put in my bag while I listened to three of them bicker about who was driving the getaway car or something and Michael hissing at them to shut the fuck up and let him talk to me.

Suddenly, I was shoved to the ground by the back of my neck and my phone was launched a few feet away. I tried to stand but a fist connected with the side of my head and I yelped in pain as I hit the floor again. I could hear the boys' confused voices coming from my phone as I shakily looked up to see Jesse towering over me, oblivious to them as rage burned in his eyes. He stomped toward me and I scrambled backward to try to get away from him, terrified.

"Jesse wait-" I was cut off by him yanking me to my feet and punching me again.

"You sneaky little bitch," He growled as he hit me again, repeatedly,"Finding a loophole to get you out of your contracts, like that really means anything. I guess I need to remind you who you fucking belong to."

Suddenly, I jolted upward, gasping for air as I opened my eyes. I looked around, confused and disoriented.

Michael and Tessa were sitting on either side of me, looking really worried. It was then that I realized I had been dreaming, but I also realized I was struggling to breathe and my chest felt like an anvil had been dropped on it. Because it wasn't a dream. It was a memory...

"Hey shhhh it's okay. You're okay, baby," Michael reassured me, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair softly. "It was just a dream. You're safe now."

"B-but it was r-real. It w-was J-Jesse," I stuttered into his shoulder, still fighting for oxygen.

"It was just a dream, love. He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore," Michael said, rubbing my back. "You're okay. I've got you."

"Yeah and we won't let anything else happen to you. Ever," Tessa added in a gentle voice.

Michael started quietly singing to me like he had the night before, while they both hugged me and soothed me until my panic attack subsided. Which then allowed me to focus enough to remember the pain in my hand. I winced so Michael got me my pain meds and I took them with some water.

"Oh, yeah I didn't get a chance to ask last night. What the hell happened to your hand?" Tessa asked, watching me take my medicine.

We explained and she muttered angrily at what my grandma said but then laughed at the situation with my brothers and Michael. She gave Michael shit for not catching me and he threw sarcastic comments right back. It was pretty entertaining to watch them banter and I loved that they were getting along. I loved that they were always here for me, too.

I was mostly okay after everything with Jesse, but every now and then I still had nightmares about that night and woke up having a panic attack. Trauma is fun like that. I was very lucky to have the 5sos boys and Tessa to help me through it, though.

Those first few months had been the worst because the panic attacks came at all hours of the day or night, but Ash, Luke, Cal and Michael were always by my side in a second to help. Especially since I tended to wake up screaming from these nightmares, which must have been why Tessa was in here. Tessa had called me to check on me a lot and talked me through it over the phone when she could. Now the dreams and attacks came rarely so I usually forgot about them till they happened.

"Thanks, guys," I sighed, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my arm and chin on them.

"Of course. We love you and we're always here for you," Tessa said, leaning on my shoulder.

"What she said," Michael said, nodding toward Tessa as he placed his head on my other shoulder.

"I love you guys too," I replied, smiling and closing my eyes.

Tessa got up off the bed after awhile and I looked up at her in confusion.

"It's super early so I'll leave you alone so you can try and sleep some more," she explained. "Let me know if you need anything, though."

We nodded and Michael pulled me into his arms again after she left.

He leaned back while holding me so I ended up lying partially on top of him with my head on his chest. I was still tense and unable to fully relax, which he must have noticed because he rubbed my back absentmindedly and I raised myself up on my good arm to look at him. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, extra unruly since he'd just woken up. I trailed my fingers down past his mesmerizing green eyes, over his cheek and down next to his dark pink lips, which turned up into a wide smile as I did this.

"What are you doing?" He asked, letting out a small chuckle.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Michael. You know that?" I murmured, gazing at him.

"No, I'm not," He snorted, rolling his eyes and blushing a tiny bit. "I think your pain meds are kicking in or something."

"Stop that," I replied,"I'm serious. You really are the most beautiful person, inside and out, that I have ever met. You have the cutest hair, the prettiest eyes, the kindest heart and most intelligent brain I've ever known."

His face softened and his face turned a deeper red. "Really?"

"Yes, really," I told him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Though I have to say, that last one is sometimes questionable when you're with Luke, Ash and Cal, but I digress."

"Hey!" He fake gasped, pretending to be offended but unable to help laughing as he tried to work around my injury to tickle me.

"You love me!" I giggled as I sqirmed around and tried to block his hands.

"Oh do I?" He laughed sarcastically as he carefully wrestled me till he was on top of me with his knees on either side of mine and his hands gently holding my arms above my head.

I looked up into his eyes again. "Yes, you do."

"Yeah, you're right, I do," he agreed with a sigh as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine tenderly

Michael's mouth didn't leave mine as he slid one hand up my arm and intertwined our fingers. After a moment, he released my hand and brought his to my face and then down to my side as he smiled against my lips. He let go of my other arm in order to balance himself and I draped it across his shoulder. I brought my good hand up to the back of his neck, tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss. We were still tired though, so it wasn't long before it dissipated into tiny soft kisses followed by Michael resting his head on my chest as we finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

That is, until the smoke alarm went off downstairs and startled us so much that Michael actually tumbled off the bed with a loud "WHAT THE FUCK?"

"SORRY!" Nate shouted from downstairs.

I helped Michael up and then openeed the door right as Tessa was about to knock on it.

"Oh hey," she said,"Sorry if that woke you up. Nate is cooking breakfast and our smoke alarm gets set off very easily for some dumb ass reason."

"You could have warned us," Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Yeahhhh sorry about that. I forgot about it, honestly," Tessa said.

"Michael got startled and fell off the bed," I told her, stifling a yawn and giggling.

"Oh way to go, dingus," she said to him sarcastically, laughing.

"Yeah 'cause I totally did it on purpose," he countered, cracking a smile. "And for the record, Mia got scared too."

I giggled at them as I gravitated toward the smell of pancakes, eggs and bacon wafting up from the kitchen. "Yeah, but I didn't jump so far out of my skin that I landed on the floor, now did I?"

"Do I need to tickle you again?" Michael raised his pierced eyebrow at me.

I just rolled my eyes and took his hand as I made my way toward the stairs. He suddenly seemed to smell the food too and eagerly followed me down to the living room.

"Sorry again about the smoke alarm," Nate said as he offered us plates,"Help yourself to breakfast. There's plenty of food and coffee for everyone."

"Thanks," Michael and I said at the same time. Michael gestured for me to sit at the table, then took the plates from Nate. After a moment, he set our plates down on the table and then went back into the kitchen. He came back with two mugs and placed one in front of me. I took a sip and smiled. He was the only person to ever make my coffee just right that didn't work in a coffee shop. On top of that, I noticed that he had cut my pancakes for me so that I could eat them more easily.

"Awe, thanks love. You're the best," I told him happily as he sat down.

He grinned and nodded, kissing my cheek before he started stuffing his face with pancakes.

I giggled and eagerly dug into my own breakfast.

After we were finished, we went to get ready to go get the rental car from my sister's house and go to the airport. I started to gather my shower things before realizing that I didn't have anything to cover my cast and I also didn't how how my uncoordinated ass was gonna shower one handed. I groaned in frustration.

"Hey what's wrong?" Michael asked, coming over to me.

"I need to shower but, uh,"I held up my broken hand.

"Oh I can fix that problem," he shrugged, smirking.

He went downstairs and returned with a huge ziploc bag and duct tape. He helped me bring everything I needed into the bathroom, locked the door and then helped me take my clothes off. He pulled the bag over my cast and duct taped it on me so it would be sealed. He undressed too and pulled me into the shower with him once the water was on and set to the right temperature.

He turned me around so I faced away him and tipped my head back a little so it was under the water. I closed my eyes and let out soft moans as his fingers gently massaged the shampoo and then conditioner into my curls.

He finished with that and then grabbed my body wash and helped me clean the rest of my body. He was so careful and loving about it and when he was done and also clean, he pulled me close and just held me while we stood under the water for a little while, just basking in each other's presence.

After we got out, removed the bag from my hand and got dressed, Michael sat me on the bed with him. He dried and brushed my hair for me, even going as far as braiding it and putting one of his beanies on my head.

God, he's amazing. How did I get so damn lucky? I thought as I watched him dry his own hair and also put a beanie on.

He caught me staring and winked at me flirtaciously. I just giggled and rolled my eyes.

Not long later, we were all in Nate's car and on our way to my sister's house. we retrieved the rental car and Nate drove it to the rental place. We picked him up there and continued to the airport, jamming to the music playing on Nate's stereo.

In the End by Linkin Park faded into Face Down by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and the dream from earlier came back to me. A million emotions flooded through me as I sang along loudly. Michael must have noticed because he grabbed my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as we belted out the lyrics.

The song ended right as we parked at the airport and it took me a minute to compose myself before we got out of the car.

Nate and Tessa hung out with us for like an hour until our flight boarded and then hugged us goodbye before leaving.

"Hey, I just realized you can't play guitar for the tour with your hand like that and I was thinking that I could play for you," Michael suggested as we took our seats on the plane. "I mean, I already know all your songs, since I've rehearsed them with you, so I'm really the only choice you have on such short notice anyway."

"Oh! I didn't even think of that," I answered, as I suddenly realized he was right. "Um, I'd love it if you played for me, but I mean, are you sure? I don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I'll be fine," he shrugged,"It's just a few more songs and I'll have a bit of a break between your set and mine, anyway. Besides, we'd rock the stage together and you know it, babe."

"You're right, we totally would. It's settled then." I agreed, smiling enthusiastically, though my mind was only half present for the conversation. I was still replaying Face Down in my head. I had forgotten how much I loved that song and right now it really hit home for me. I wanted to scream the lyrics from the rooftops so everyone could hear it, honestly.

Wait.

Maybe I could.

"Hey, Michael?" I turned toward my boyfriend as I spoke.

"Yeah, babe?" he replied, looking at me.

"How would you feel about adding one more song to my setlist?"

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