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shegatsby · 1 year

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Can i request a smut of obsessed hannibal x shy student reader ( im obsessed with him lately). He is obsessed with her while she has a small crush on him and then he invited her to her house and just cant get enough of her (if u know what i mean *wink wink*)

A/N; Hi! Thank you for this request ;) I hope you like it.

Warnings; Smut! Sexual encounter, pussy eating etc.

Pairings; Hannibal x Y/N

Doctor Hannibal Lecter walked into his classroom with his leather bag, and his attitude. The dean of the university has been requesting, demanding to have him there and finally the dean put Will Graham on the job and Will convinced him to do it. Now Hannibal had three jobs; being a psychiatrist, helping the FBI and recently he has been teaching. Whenever he entered to give his lecture he would observe his students. Most of them were scared of him because he was a monster when he was grading papers, he never liked the way his students dressed, so informal and untidy. However, one of his students, Y/N, she always looked energetic, ready and put together. She had this type of feminine energy which made him navigate towards her, the perfume she wore filled his nostrils every time. The most attractive thing about her was that she would get so shy around him, red cheeks, always looking away whenever their eyes make contact. Hannibal was close to figuring her out, or so he thought. ‘’Hello.’’ He said with a dominant tone, he watched Y/N sitting straight, fixing her hair, ‘’Where did we left off last week?’’ he asked even though he knew where they were he was just checking to see if the students were interested, only Y/N replied. ‘’Thank you Ms. Y/L/N, shall we continue?’’

The rest of the class was as usual, he gave his presentation, executed swiftly, watched Y/N take notes, she looked adorable when she was focused on something. When he was finished he had a strange thought, his fox like mind was moving at a speed which he wasn’t used to, he waited for other students to leave the room so that he could be alone with her. ‘’Ms. Y/L/N,’’ she lifted her head to look, she was startled because a second ago he was at his desk, now he was right in front of her, ‘’Yes Doctor Lecter?’’ she said kindly. ‘’I’ve realized that you are quite interested in what I have to say about this lecture, would you like to come over to my home and discuss the upcoming topics? I want to feed your hunger for knowledge.’’ His hands were in his pockets, never loosing eye contact, he watched her go red with his last sentence.

‘’I- I would love that Doctor Lecter.’’

Y/N and also other students knew Doctor Lecter’s infamous dinner parties, she always imagined to be invited by him, just to see how he entertains his guests, also to be near him. Yes, she had a small crush but so did everyone. He was a brilliant man with great knowledge of his field and he was so polite to her all the time. Last week he brought coffee just for her, the other week she couldn’t make it to the lecture because she was extremely ill and Doctor Lecter sent her that weeks notes. She thought He does this to every student.. oh how wrong she was.

That evening she dressed to impress, black dress with a smooth make-up and high heels, when Hannibal opened the door in his expensive suit she realized she dressed right for the dinner.

Hannibal’s maroon eyes roamed over on her body, ‘’A work of art,’’ he thought ‘’all for me’’

‘’Please, come in. I must say, you look ravishing tonight.’’ Y/N tried to hide her face as she walked inside.

She knew he was rich but damn, his house was something else. He had a dark taste in colors and art, she found herself looking at the painting on the walls, as if she was at a museum. ‘’I assume you’re a fan of fine art?’’

He gave her a glass of red wine before dinner, ‘’Yes, I often visit art galleries and museums. I’m in awe of what people can do with their hands and imagination.’’ Hannibal lifted his eyebrow with a smirk look on his face, ‘’Shall we go to the dining room. Dinner awaits us.’’

He guided her by placing his large hand on the small of her back, she felt her heart at her throat.

The food was placed elegantly on the large table, the fireplace was lit, it gave a warm atmosphere to the place but she could feel the tension hanging in the air. Hannibal, as a gentleman, pulled her chair for her, she thanked him and sat.

The dinner conversation was casual, they talked about the university and classes, she was curious of his work with the FBI so Hannibal explained it generously. He usually had his dinner alone by the fireplace but having a company wasn’t so bad, he could feel the feeling of obsession rising from the back of his dark mind to the surface, it happened before and it didn’t end well. But maybe this time…

Y/n didn’t know exactly when and how she ended up in this position but she wasn’t complaining when Hannibal’s thick fingers found her wet clit and started to gently rub it. She was on top of the table, legs spread and Hannibal between them. His smug smile and his eyes will always be printed in her mind.

‘’Have you been wet like this during the dinner darling? If I knew… I wouldn’t have waited so long.’’ And she whined in pleasure because he started to finger her slowly, it was too slow for her liking. This pent up tension between them had to explode tonight, otherwise she felt like she was going to die.

He knelt to give her soft lips a kiss, which turned into a long make out session, she cupped his shaven cheeks with her hands, feeling his skin, his free hand went to squeeze her neck, he wasn’t rough but it wasn’t gentle either. They locked eyes, ‘’Let me taste you princess.’’ And with that he knelt on his knees and lifted her skirts. She had black lacy panties, he didn’t take them off just pushed them aside and started to give her small kisses, not there but her inner thighs. His slowness and the grip he had on her was driving her mad. ‘’Hannibal,’’ she said panting, ‘’please-‘’ he stopped and looked up, ‘’Please what princess?’’

He could see her cheeks, her parted lips and that expression her pretty face, she looked as if she was under a trance, a trance which Hannibal put on her. ‘’Use your words.’’ He demanded. He was certain that if she kept silent he wouldn’t move a muscle. ‘’Please eat me, use me.. I’m all yours.’’

A hungry smile planted on his dark face, ‘’As you wish princess.’’ And he dived into her treasure.

Hannibal had a taste for finer things in life, as soon as he got that intimate, warm taste of her he knew that he made no mistake in letting her into his space. She was so sweet and tasty, so soft and the sounds she made…

Even though she was wet Hannibal spit on her and also started to play with her with his fingers.

Y/N couldn’t believe her situation right now, her professor was eating her out at his home. Well, not like she didn’t have dream of it, but she never thought it would be this good. His tongue was skilled, his fingers hit the right spot.

Hannibal Lecter, even though he didn’t want to admit it, he too had dreams of her frequently. While he was treating a patient or giving his lectures he often thought of her, bent over on his table or on his kitchen counter. He pulled away from her, which made her whine in need. He pulled down his pants because he couldn’t wait anymore, he had to be buried in her sweet, juicy core.

He wrapped his dick and buried himself inside her fully, which made her freeze, ‘’Relax,’’ he knelt to give her a long kiss, ‘’I’m here.’’ They locked eyes as he started to move in and out.

''You like that princess? Look at you, legs spread for your professor. Such a whore.'' His shameless words and his pace made her legs shake in pleasure, Hannibal was rough with her hold on her this time, his hand chocked her throat and she saw stars.

Her body was moving with his fast speed, legs warpped around his waist, as she came undone she screamed his name over and over again.

''Now,'' his movements stopped slowly, ''You belong to me.''

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pierperian-leisure · 1 month

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I'll Take My Whiskey Neat

The saloon was dim and lively, with the warm lights casting a molten glow over the villagers inside. Shane and Sam sat in the corner by the fireplace, with the younger man lively gesturing to the older in conversation, with Shane secretly smiling at the boy's gesticulations behind his beer mug. Leah and Elliot sat next to each other on the other side of the bar, each artist gently swapping pieces of conversation from the day and the progress on their respective crafts, and hollering could be heard from the next room over as Abigail, Sebastian, and Alex competed around the pool table.

Harvey sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey neat that Gus had stocked away for the doctor specially. The amber liquid was a warm rush down Harvey's throat, a rich yet ultimately fruitless distraction from his wandering mind. Lewis and Marnie sat only a few stools down from Harvey, and he hoped desperately that they wouldn't pick up on him eyeing the saloon door every few seconds.

The doctor sighed, swirling the remaining whiskey in his glass. He wasn't waiting for the farmer, no more than anyone would wait for any of their other friends, Harvey tried to convince himself. No, it was normal to anxiously watch the door until one's friend entered the bar where all the other town's people were gathered, normal to anticipate the way the ambient lights would glow in the farmer's eyes, how her hair would curl gently around her face, loosened from the day's work. These were all normal behaviors, completely, the doctor told himself, as a flush rose on his cheeks not just from the drink in front of him.

If he were honest with himself, though he rarely was, Harvey wasn't entirely sure when his friendship with the town's farmer became something more. Harvey could recall her first week in town, taking over her grandfather's farm, and running about the town introducing herself to the town's people. Harvey would never forget how the sun light glittered off her hair as Penny shyly opened up to her, or the sound of her laughter with Alex and Sam running outside. But most of all, Harvey would never forget the simultaneous peace and butterflies that filled his chest when the farmer made her way into his clinic for the first time, like being faced with one's future all at once. The farmer bounced into his waiting room, chatting with Maru and Evelyn, asking so sweetly how even cranky George was doing, that Harvey stood struck in his spot. There was no time though, as soon Harvey stood face to face with the energetic young lady. Her beaming smile and citrusy scent had Harvey enraptured at once, and warmth flooded his chest even more when the farmer grinned and extended the black coffee to him. She had found his favorite from Maru, and the two had left him none the wiser. Harvey didn't recognize the butterflies in his stomach at the time, determined after years of medical school and cultivating proper doctor patient relationships to digest the feelings before they could grow. But with every weekly coffee shared, each wine testing for the farmer's burgeoning winery, Harvey was swallowed up into friendship and eventually, the infatuation that had him in his predicament that night.

The doctor wasn't used to romantic feelings, having never been the recipient of them growing up and too busy and professional later in life to act on them. He felt like a school boy struck dumb with his first crush, and even worse, on his closest friend. Harvey stared into his glass, torn between waiting for the farmer and sorting through what to do about the bubbling feelings in his chest.

It was at that point that the farmer finally burst through the saloon doors, laughing alongside Maru. The two had become fast friends, and Harvey both loved and cursed that fact as it made even more of an excuse for the farmer to stop by the clinic often, a problem as the doctor's feelings grew.

He had been right, though. The bar lights twinkled in her eyes, highlighting the glow on her cheeks given to her from days working the farm in the summer sun. The farmer was wearing her hair back in a braid, customary to keep her hair out of her face on long days on the farm and in the mines, with wisps kissing along her temples. A pair of shorts hugged her hips, strong from hard work, and a white blouse made her look absolutely ethereal. Harvey was dumbstruck at her beauty, desperately trying to hide the fact behind his whiskey glass.

The farmer made light conversation with the other villagers, laughing through the crowd and playfully swatting at Elliot's overly verbose flirtations. Eventually, she made her way to the bar, plopping into her usual seat beside Harvey. His breath caught in his throat, had she always smelt that nice? Warmth practically radiating off of her? The tall doctor hunched his shoulders, trying to remember how to breath with all of those thoughts about the farmer running through his head.

The farmer called Emily over, chatting with the other woman and ordering a drink for the night. A whiskey on the rocks, inverse from Harvey's own. The farmer had tipsily confessed to him one night just like this that she couldn't handle the straight whiskey the doctor preferred, but wanted to at least try. It had sent a loving flush to the doctor's cheeks then, flattered and touched by the woman. Harvey didn't hear her call over another drink for himself as well, jostled out of his reverie when the two glasses were set down before them.

The farmer grinned up at Harvey, a teasing glint in her eye. The doctor simultaneously loved and slightly feared what that glint may bring. The farmer chatted with him as usual though, asking how his models were going, how the work at the clinic was treating him and if he was eating like he should. The flow of conversation eased Harvey into their usual repertoire, with Harvey eventually comfortable enough to tease the farmer about her latest risky excursion into the mines, chiding her to be more careful, that he didn't want to stay in business that badly. The giddy peace Harvey usually felt with the farmer settled into his chest, though he couldn't help but notice the farmer slinking lower and lower on the stool beside him, eventually resting her head against his shoulder.

Harvey did his best to stay as still as possible, flushed with the current position he and the farmer found themselves in and determined not to startle her off and break their shared moment. The farmer must have felt Harvey turn into stone, as she titled her head up, eyes sparkling, and asked the doctor to walk her home. Not an usual practice between the two, but something felt different about it tonight.

The doctor stepped down from his stool, holding his hand out to the farmer, and led the two of them through the saloon's crowd and to the door. Harvey could feel the eyes of a few of the more observant town's people on his back, but told himself nothing should appear out of the ordinary, and focused on the feeling of the farmer's smaller, but tougher, palm in his. The pair made their way through the summer night, a gentle wind ruffling their hair and giving the air a pleasant, playful edge, the only sound the doctor and farmer's footsteps on the path's cobblestone. The silence was comfortable, and Harvey glanced down at the top of the farmer's head, gently resting on his arm as they walked. If he didn't know better, Harvey would have sworn he felt a smirk from the farmer pressing into where she gripped his arm.

The two finally reached the farmer's property line, soon stepping up onto her porch. Without warning, the farmer stopped dead in her tracks, using Harvey's forward momentum to pull him to turn and face her. He had been right, a smirk attempting to appear innocent played at the farmer's features, as she tried to school them into something nonchalant and unassuming. The summer air turned heady and promising, an electric current zipping its way through Harvey's gut. The farmer gazed up at him through her eyelashes, sweet and playful, before swinging to her tip toes and pressing a kiss to the corner of Harvey's mouth. His mustache bristled at the movement, and the doctor's knees nearly gave way beneath him. While he was still in shock, the farmer giggled. Before Harvey could come back to his senses, the farmer thanked him for walking her home, slipping into her cabin, a pleased look on her face at the stupor she had left Harvey in. Harvey stood on her porch, shocked, hand gently brushing his lip and facial hair where the farmer's lips had pressed.

It was a small gesture, but a sweet one. Nearly too sweet, but maybe, just maybe, something for Harvey to pin his hopes on.

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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Princess

Azriel x f!Reader

One of the series I’m currently working on. Enjoy!

Summary; Reader is Mor’s new friend that she found in the winter court while she was away for business. Y/n has been raised as a princess since her parents wanted to wed her to a noble fae in order to climb the social ranks. When her parents are brutally murdered y/n is left alone without a clue about the harsh reality or the brutality of the world. Mor finds her and takes her back to Velaris afraid of what might happen to her if she was left to live on her own. Will y/n survive the hate she will receive from certain members of the inner circle -including her mate- regarding the way she grew up?

Warnings; angst, mentions of abuse, trauma and death, swearing

Masterlist.

Princess Masterlist.

Chapter 9

“He really said that?” Aeden gaped at you, and you nodded before grabbing your glass and gulping down the wine.

“Why did that bitch tell him?” He exclaimed.

“Don’t call her that!” you gasped “They all consider each other family I was stupid for telling her”.

“I guess you’re right…” he hummed “I can’t understand what’s his problem”.

“That makes two of us” you sighed and poured more wine in your glass. “What are you planning to do?” he asked.

“Hide here for as long as I can and keep training by myself. At some point I must return there, I don’t want to offend the High Lord and his hospitality. But when I return, I want to be stronger, to be able to fight for myself.” You explained and he nodded with a proud smile.

“If you need a sparring partner I can ask Clover, he has fought in two wars”.

“Thank you” You smiled and moved closer to the fireplace but froze when you saw a shadow slithering by the window.

“Shit” you breathed and hid behind the couch.

“What?” Aeden glanced around.

“Shadows” you whispered “Window.”

Aeden got up slowly and approached the window leaving a gasp as soon as he peeked outside.

“What?” you scream-whispered.

“They’re everywhere, you can’t even see the street. Oh shit the sky too” he exclaimed wide-eyed.

“I’m screwed, he will find me” you whined a bit louder.

Aeden shushed you and you slapped your hand over your mouth and nose trying to stay as quiet as you could. The adamant wall around your side of the bond was still intact but you could feel Azriel trying to claw his way through.

“When I tell you ‘now’ I want you to run and hide in the closet” Aeden said.

You hummed and waited, staring at the bedroom door.

“Now!”

You got up and ran like your life depended on it, you opened the closet and jumped inside slamming the door shut and controlling your breathing. You could hear Aeden running around, tidying up the place and spraying his perfume. Suddenly the door opened, and he gave you a pleading look.

“No matter what you hear don’t come out. If you care about my life don’t do it.” He said breathlessly and stared into your eyes.

“Why?” you asked.

“When you said ‘he will find me’ some shadows pounced on my window, I think they heard you but even if they didn’t, they saw me and I know that the shadowsinger will come here.” He explained. “Even if he starts beating me don’t come out. If he finds you here I’m dead.”

“I’m so sorry” you teared up and he smiled softly.

“It’s okay dollface that’s what friends are for”.

He closed the door again and left.

Your whole body trembled, and you sat down pulling some of his clothes on you to cover your scent.

Suddenly a crushing noise filled the silence and you flinched.

“Where is she?” Azriel’s deep and raspy voice boomed through the small apartment.

“What the fuck?” Aeden shouted “Who?”

“Don’t play games with me blondie!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, if you explain I might be able to help” Aeden snorted.

“Where the fuck is y/n?” Azriel growled. “In the house of wind? That’s where she usually is” you knew that he had furrowed his eyebrows.

The door of the closet cracked open, and a shadow slipped in, caressing your cheek and slithering back out.

“No come here”. You pleaded and almost gasped when it did.

“Please don’t say anything! I just need some time to think. I will come back when I’m ready.” You whispered and the shadow darted out.

You were on the verge of tears until you heard Azriel.

“If she comes, please tell her that I only want to talk with her. I won’t force her to come back.”

It didn't tell him. You thought. “Of course.” Aeden said.

You heard the door close and started removing the clothes.

“You can come out” Aeden said and knocked on the door.

You exited and started fixing his stuff.

“Thank you so much.” You spoke.

“I didn’t do anything and to be honest I’m surprised he didn’t beat the fucking shit out of me” he chuckled.

You opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it when you noticed a shadow slipping through the door.

“Oh shit” Aeden cursed but you shook your head, for some reason you knew it was the one that found you in the closet. It approached you and climbed your body to rest on your shoulder and tickle you behind your ear.

You giggled and whispered “You’ll stay with me?”.

It caressed your cheek as if to say yes.

“That thing is your friend now?” Aeden exclaimed and you nodded. "I don’t think they allow pets in here. What does it eat?”

“It’s a shadow” you quirked your brow.

Tell him that I eat souls. A cold voice rang through your mind, and you flinched, the shadow seemed to freak out as well as it floated away.

“WHAT? Did it bite you?” Your friend freaked out. “No it informed me that it eats souls” you snorted.

“It eats WHAT?” Aeden took a few steps back almost tripping over the couch.

“Oh come on it’s a shadow don’t freak out.”

“You better keep this away from me.”

“Okay” you sighed and sat on the couch with the shadow on your shoulder again.

You can hear me?

“Yes” you said.

But you’re not a shadowsinger.

“I know… Azriel is my mate though.” You shrugged.

I’m here to protect you.

“I know”

“Are you having a conversation with it?” Aeden asked and the shadow hissed.

“Yup and it doesn’t like you” you stuck your tongue out to him, and he made a vulgar gesture.

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“I can’t fucking find her Rhys” Azriel paced in Rhysand’s office “What if someone took her?”

“We’re in Velaris Az.” The High Lord rolled his eyes.

“That didn’t stop Hybern’s army. What if the Illyrians took her? They are still bitter about letting the women train. That bartender used to hang out with some Illyrians during the war and his brother fought by their side if I remember correctly, maybe he told them about her and they took her.” Rhysand had never heard his brother talk so much.

“Okay you can search the camps, do you want me or Cassian to come with you?” he sighed.

“No I’m good.” The shadowsinger exited the office with a determined expression and Rhysand pinched the bridge of his nose.

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Three days passed, Aeden took care of you, and you managed to work on your fighting and self-esteem. You were stronger than before, you could take your own decisions and talk back but still there were some moments that you hesitated. You knew that you had to work harder but it didn’t stop you from celebrating the small victories. Azriel was on your mind constantly and you blamed it on the bond, and the shadow who was constantly by your side.

Aeden came back from the store, his face was pale and his hands were shaking.

“What happened?” You gasped and hurried to grab the bags from him.

“Someone burned down five Illyrian camps, we don’t know who.” He said and sat on the couch.

“What? How do you know?”

“Me and my brother have some friends there….” He rubbed his face.

“Who could do something like that?” your breath hitched at the thought.

“We don’t know yet. Y/n you have to go back and ask the High Lord to do something… please.” Aeden looked devastated and your heart ached. You didn’t want to go back but your friend needed you and you couldn’t say no, not after everything he did for you.

“Okay, I will.”

“I’m sorry for asking you to do this but…”

“It’s okay” you smiled and gathered your few stuff. You hugged him goodbye and left.

For the first time the streets weren’t busy.

They probably heard about the camps. The shadow whispered and you nodded.

“There’s the shadowsinger’s whore” a deep voice sounded from behind you. You span around and were met with the sight of two huge illyrians and Clover. The shadow floated in front of you and hissed at them.

“Well maybe we should burn her like he did with our camps” the other one smiled and Clover nodded.

“Clover…” you whispered.

“Your mate murdered my friends” he gritted his teeth.

“Please…” you whispered again and took a few steps back.

“No one can help you” the tallest one said and pounced on you. You dodged him with a grunt and elbowed his side.

“You whore” he snarled and the other one ran towards you, the shadow covered his eyes buying you some time to punch him.

“Come here” Clover screamed and grabbed you from behind. Your body moved on its own, all the advises Cassian gave you rang in your mind and you hit his nose with the back of your head, his grip loosened and you kicked his crotch before running away.

“You’re not going anywhere” the first one growled and hit your head with the handle of his sword. You saw the shadow splitting in half, one part darting away and the other slipping in your shirt before passing out.

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You smelled oil and suddenly an excruciating pain, you screamed and opened your eyes. Horror, your blood froze as you watched your hands burning, the flames wild and angry. You watched the shadow frantically patting the flames trying to extinguish them. Someone poured water on your hands and then patted them with a blanket. “Good you’re awake” he smiled wickedly.

“Now they will match” another one spoke, and you watched your flesh coming off and landing on the floor in front of you. You were tied on a chair with your hands stretched in front of you with chains keeping them steady.

“He burned five of our camps.” The first one said.

“Yeah, I guess we have to burn more of her to call us even” the other snorted and moved closer with the bottle of oil.

"Please find me" you whispered and opened your side of the bond.

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99hook · 5 months

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always been you

a game of truth or dare turns into a drunken confession and a night you’ll never forget

18+

“My turn.” You say as you lean back on your hands. There’s a coffee table separating the two of you as you sit on the floor, staying as close to the fireplace as you can to feel the warmth emitting from the blaze.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Tyler says as he rolls up his sleeves. A rosy shade casted over his cheeks a while ago, you assumed it was because he was still wearing that hoodie even though he was sitting only a few feet away from the fire, or the alcohol surging through his veins.

You thought about it for a moment, but the buzz was keeping you from being able to think of anything that would be worth it.

“Call your dad and tell him you got fired.” A goofy grin spread across your face.

“He’s never gonna believe that.” Tyler deadpans. “And if I call him at two in the morning to tell him that, then tell him it’s a joke- yeah, nah.” he shakes his head with a drunken chuckle.

You shrugged and slid the shot glass the two of you had been passing back and forth towards him.

“You know the rules.” You tell him with a coy smile.

He eyed you for a moment, attempting to let an annoyed look cross his face but a slight smirk played on his lips after. He took his shot and for once, didn’t wince at the sear of the alcohol.

“My turn.” He says after he pours some more liquor from the bottle into the shot glass and slides it towards you. “You’ll need that for this one. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Of course you pick truth.” He rolls his eyes. “Alright let me think.”

You watched as he tapped his fingers against the side of the liquor bottle, keeping his eyes on the amber poison filling it halfway.

A lot of different questions had been lingering on the tip of his tongue all night, but he was only able to ask now that the liquor was doing what the liquor does best.

“Do you have your eyes on anyone?” He blurted. It took you back a bit when you heard that question.

“Do I have my eyes on anyone? What like, a crush?” You asked for clarification.

“Yeah.” He shrugged.

“Nope.” You tried to confidently say, even though you started feeling your palms get clammy.

He tore his eyes off of the bottle and set them on you, his gaze questionable, almost as if he wasn’t sure about your answer.

“So you and Daniel aren’t-“

“Danny?” You blurted. His fingers stopped tapping against the bottle when he heard the nickname.

“Garcia. Yeah.” He muttered gruffly.

“No? Why would you ask that?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, picking up on the sudden shift of energy. You couldn’t place your finger on the reason, but you were positive you sensed a sudden change.

He eyed you for a moment, the strong contact made you feel flustered but you didn’t shy from him. His tongue slid between his lips before he spoke.

“Just wondering.” He shrugged.

“Just wondering?” You peered your eyes more.

“Yeah.” He shrugged again. “I mean I just know you two are close so I thought I’d ask. Your turn.”

You picked up on the nervousness when he ran his hands through his hair, tearing his eyes off of you to look anywhere else. You kept your sights on him until he looked back at you.

“I’d never think about him like that. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He says, watching as you slid the shot glass closer to him.

“Do you have your eyes on anyone?” You asked. You didn’t know how you went from asking simple questions half the night to this.

He looked down at the table and shook his head.

“Nah, not really.” he says. He picks his head back up and looks at you, narrowing your eyes on him again. “no I don’t.” He clarifies, pulling on the collar of his hoodie twice.

“Take a shot.” You smirked, nodding towards the glass.

“Why?”

“Cause you’re lying.” You chuckle.

“No I’m not.” He defended, sliding the glass away.

“Yes you are, Ty. I know when you’re lying.”

“How?” He raises his brows.

“You always pull on your clothes or mess with your hair.” You pointedly state. “And if you say that’s not true, take a double shot.”

You slid the glass back across the table, his hand caught it but he didn’t take his eyes off you.

“Or you can just tell me who it is?” You shrug. “Your choice”

He titled his head to the side. His eyes roamed down to your lips for a fraction of a second before they dropped down to the shot glass.

“I can’t do that.” He mutters before he takes the shot.

“Why not?” You asked.

“Just can’t.” He says after he clears his throat. “Truth or dare.”

“You tell me everything.” You remind him. You didn’t understand why he could tell you some of the most embarrassing things he’s ever done but he can’t tell you who he has feelings for.

“Yeah but this is different.” He says. “Truth or dare.”

You dropped your eyes to the table. You couldn’t help the pang in your chest and you knew it wasn’t emphasized by your alcohol consumption.

Tyler noticed the change in your demeanor. He didn’t expect you to get quiet on him. The silence between the two of you was making him feel uneasy. The shift from the lighthearted energy so something a bit more tense.

The unavoidable feeling that he just fucked himself out of any chance he had made him want to blurt out the truth, but he was still too hesitant to do it.

“Truth or dare.” He asked again, waiting for you to look back at him.

“Dare.” You quietly said.

“I dare you-“

“Is it someone I know?” You cut him off. His brows furrowed together. You saw the confusion on his face and assumed he forgot about the previous topic you were on.

“The girl.” You clarified. “Do I know her?”

His shoulders visibly slouched and a sigh slipped through his lips. You thought you were annoying him and shook your head as you said, “Nevermind, sorry. I won’t ask anything else about her.”

“Why do you want to know this bad?” He asked. His voice was much softer, a bit of a tenderness to it.

“I’ve never heard you talk about another girl before.” You shrugged, glancing up at him before you adverted your attention to the fire starting to die down.

“I doubt it’s even mutual.” You heard him say, looking back at him and noticing the way he was keeping his eyes on the bottle.

“Why do you say that?” You asked.

“I don’t know. Just can’t imagine someone like her being with me.”

You felt your heart sink at both the way he was speaking about her and the evident lack of confidence he had. Despite how much it pained you to hear him talk about her, you still managed to give him encouragement.

It felt like hyping him up to send him into someone else’s arms, but you always knew that it would never be you.

“I doubt that, Ty.” You tell him, and his eyes flash to you instantly. “I don’t see how anyone could ever turn you down. If you like her this much, you should tell her. Life’s too short to not go after what you want.”

The words felt like poison on your tongue, leaving your throat with the feeling of something being stuck right in the middle of it.

You had to look away from him, refusing to allow yourself to show how you truly felt. What was left of the fire caught your attention, serving as a distraction from his intense gaze.

You didn’t look back at him until he took his eyes off of you. He got up and grabbed one of the wooden logs sitting by the fireplace and stacked it on top of the rest, then he walked around the coffee table and sat down next to you.

You slid over to give him some more space. The strong blaze was reignited and you assumed he was getting too hot sitting where he was, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when his shoulder brushed yours, then hated the feeling immediately after.

“So you picked dare, right?” He asks, keeping his eyes on the table. It was hard for you to look at him when he was sitting just inches apart from you. The strong scent of his cologne suddenly overpowered the firewood.

“I did.” You nod.

“Alright. I dare you to call Tony and tell him you quit.”

“What?” Your eyes snapped to him, trying to see if he was serious, but he kept his eyes on the table. “You know I can’t do that.”

“There’s the bottle then. You know the rules.” He shrugged easily, still not looking over at you.

“Fine.” You say before you lean closer, reaching across him to grab the bottle and the shot glass, but he turned his head and caught your lips with a sudden kiss.

Your hands stilled, the shock of the moment suddenly making you forget how to function. He leaned in more and you didn’t pull back. His hands slowly reached for your hips as he turned towards you, never breaking the connection.

You felt his fingertips slide beneath your shirt, warm against your skin as his lips moved rhythmically with yours. It wasn’t until you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck that he fully pulled you in and you felt him smile against you.

You broke apart, a tad bit dizzy and cheeks blazing with heat. His thumbs stroked your sides slowly just to feel the smoothness of your skin.

“It’s you. Always has been.” He admits. His eyes were soft and round, filled with admiration yet glazed with a bit of worry, but it all ceased when you cupped his cheek and leaned back into him, locking your lips once more.

There was a sudden anticipation for everything he could offer in that moment. You threw all caution to the wind when your desire got the absolute best of you.

Your thighs straddled his lap, chest to chest but not feeling close enough. Every move you made was a reaction of pure need for him that you never thought you would ever be able to act upon.

Your hands grabbed the end of his hoodie and pulled it up halfway. He broke the kiss to pull it over his head, along with the black shirt he had on underneath.

The second he tossed the clothes elsewhere his lips landed back on yours, filled with even more anticipation than before.

Your hands roamed down his chest and his torso, feeling every muscle perfectly sculpted beneath the pads of your fingers. He let a soft sigh pass through his lips when he felt your nails gently rake down his abs and hook beneath the waistband of his sweats.

Suddenly it felt like so much more than when it started. Overwhelming yet you couldn’t get enough.

He leaned back a bit, breaking the kiss once more, each time only left you wanting back it even worse.

He kept his eyes focused intently on yours, analyzing every single one of your expressions as he grabbed the end of your shirt and slowly lifted it up.

You lifted your arms and he pulled it over your head, his eyes wanting so badly to drink in the look of your breasts practically spilling out of your bra, but he felt like any little move he made could potentially be a deal breaker for you.

He never imagined this would ever happen, though he had a guilty pleasure of imagining what it would be like if it ever did. Now that he has you, he’s horribly afraid to lose you.

His hand slightly trembled as he pushed some hair behind your ear. You felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet at the same time, so effortlessly at ease with him.

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb running across your swollen bottom lip before it caressed your skin.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He whispers. His voice just as soft as the crackling of the fire behind him.

His glassy eyes stared so deeply into yours, searching for any sign of hesitation. You nodded, fingertips twisting the ends of his hair at the back of his neck.

“If you knew how long i’ve wanted this, you wouldn’t even have to ask me that.” you whispered back, and his lips tipped up before he crashed them back into yours.

All hesitation suddenly washed away, leading into the pure desires you wanted to unleash for far too long.

You felt his arms wrap around your back and slowly lower you down to the floor. Your thighs spread, making space for him between them all too easily.

He pulled back slightly when he found the clasp of your bra. You arched your back and he unlatched it, pulling the straps down your arms and tossing it over with your other forgotten pieces of clothing.

The heat of the fire was nothing compared to the effects he was having on you. The warmth of his skin flush against yours was serving for a thousand fires of their own spreading rapidly through your veins.

You felt his bulge strongly against your core, raising your hips in anticipation and earning a low groan to reverberate from his chest.

He dropped his head down to your shoulder, his lips finding a sensitive spot just beneath your ear and he knew it when a shaky, soft sigh left your lips.

His elbows rested next to your head, the ends of his hair tickled your cheek as he worked magic on that sweetspot he was proud that he found so easily.

You tilted your head to the side to allow him full access. Your fingers tangled up in his soft hair, giving it an involuntary tug when you felt his teeth graze your skin.

“Tyler” You breathed out, and felt him twitch underneath his sweatpants.

You turned your head to catch his lips, savoring the flavor of liquor and his own personal taste.

Your hands found the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down as much as you could reach, and he smirked against your lips before he leaned up on his knees.

The last bit of your clothing was next to go when he slid the pants down your legs, discarding them behind him before he placed a trail of warm, wet kisses up your inner thigh.

His eyes shot up to you as he lowered his head down, his lips just barely grazing your skin. The heat of his steadied breaths lingered over your aching core, heightening your anticipation by the passing second.

He sensed your impatience, noting the way your body reacted to every simple touch.

“Let me take my time with you.” He whispers, tilting his head to the side as he runs his finger smoothly down your slit, collecting the sweetness he’s dying to taste on the tip of his digit.

You sighed out, your eyes rolling back as you attempted to keep from being too needy, but it was nearly impossible to help.

He chuckled before he finally lowered himself down and cupped his lips around your clit, suckling slowly just to see how you would react.

A gasp flew past your lips, morphing into a moan that he loved the sound of. He kept his eyes on you. Your mouth falling open and all the soft, sweet sounds that flew from your lips. Your chest starting to heave when he flicked his tongue over your clit. The slight tremble of your thighs when he picked up the pace.

He suddenly loved himself a little more simply for the things he was able to do for you. If he’s ever felt like he was on top of the world, it was in that moment, when his face was buried between your thighs.

Your fingers laced through his hair, pulling on the locks every time his skillful tongue swirled around your clit. There was a new blaze igniting within you, one that you weren’t sure would be put out anytime soon.

You felt his arm press against your hips, keeping you from squirming as he flicked his tongue with a speed that made every nerve in your body buzz.

If you wanted to stay quiet, it would’ve been no use. Your moans and whimpers echoed around the room, serving as his motivation to do whatever you wanted just so he could hear those beautiful sounds again and again.

He pushed his middle finger between your walls, internally cursing at how tight you clenched around it. He found that sweet spot and curled his finger repeatedly, reveling in the whines and whimpers that you couldn’t control.

Your hand gave his hair a harsh pull, only making him smirk against you. He sensed your pending release when your walls throbbed around him, and suddenly that became his one and only focus.

You couldn’t control yourself, letting all sorts of rambled moans and cries of pleasure fill the air with each pump of just one of his fingers.

Your thighs caged in around his head when the over sensitivity made your muscles nearly spasm, but he used his elbows to spread them back apart and keep them pinned to the floor.

A panting, moaning, trembling mess beneath him was what you turned into, and he was adoring every moment.

You felt a rush of pure euphoria course heavily through your body, nearly blinding you as you screwed your eyes shut and allowed it to fully consume you.

Your back arched off the floor and he slowed down the pumps of his fingers just to ride you through it. Satisfaction evident on his face when you opened your eyes and found him hovering over you with an eased smirk gracing his lips.

“Need a minute?” He mused, clearly with a bit of a cocky edge to his tone, but he earned it.

You shook your head before you pulled him down to your lips, tasting yourself and now only hints of the liquor from earlier.

You felt him slowly push into you little by little. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he stretched you out, and he paused.

“I’ll go slow.” He whispers, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek before he finds one of your hands and intertwines his fingers with yours.

Your eyes rolled back when he pushed all the way in. A breathy moan from you and a raspy sigh from him transpired between the two of you.

Your eyes fluttered open when you relaxed around him. He was waiting for you to tell him that you were ready, so you nodded and raised your hips to encourage him. Your voice would’ve betrayed you if you tried to speak.

He eyed you carefully as he slowly started moving, pulling and pushing his hips with a steady and smooth rhythm. You couldn’t bring yourself to tear your eyes off of him.

His stare was too captivating, especially in a moment such as that. Every little move he made, your body effortlessly responded to. You couldn’t help it even if you tried.

His forehead rested against yours as his lips barely brushed your own. You tried to catch his kiss, but he just wanted to tease.

His infamous smirk spread across his lips when a whimper left yours, and he started rocking into you just a little faster.

He silenced the gasp that flew past your lips with yet another addictive kiss. His tongue explored all that it could, the flavor of you seeping into his tastebuds as he snapped his hips even harder.

You arched your hips to meet his thrusts halfway, chasing after another earth shattering orgasm when you felt it brewing within you.

Your walls clenched down around him and his mouth fell open against your lips. Labored breaths fanned your skin as his hand squeezed yours before he pinned it above your head.

You glanced down between the two of you, watching the muscles contract with every thrust. Your bodies were slick with sweat, slickly sliding against one another.

You glanced back up at him. The orange glow of the fire put a gleam in his dark, low eyes. You reached up and pushed his hair back before bringing him back down to your lips.

The kiss was sloppier than before. Any sense of control the two of you had was surely lost now that your bodies were on the verge of simultaneously falling into the pits of euphoria.

You felt the edge getting closer and closer. You couldn’t keep the sounds he pulled from you contained, nor would he want you to.

His head dropped to your shoulder and his hand squeezed yours again, keeping it pinned above your head tightly as he crashed into you with a force that sent you spiraling.

His heavy pants and raspy groans intensified, but it wasn’t until he whispered your name twice against your shoulder that you were brought right over the edge.

Your back arched off the floor and he leaned up on his elbows, never letting his thrusts falter as he watched you come undone beneath him.

Your eyes screwed shut and mouth fell open. Your nails dug deep into his shoulders, raking down his back and all across it. He was sure he would have scars after this, considered it an accomplishment.

Watching your orgasm completely engulf you was all he needed to hit that high of his own. The second he felt the warmth spill out of you, he was done for completely.

His lips landed on yours as he stilled his hips, holding himself as deep as he could to give you everything he had.

You moans buzzed against his lips, chests both heaving and sweat soaking your bodies. You felt his heart racing against yours, he felt your walls pulsating around him.

You finally opened your eyes and looked up at him. A sight to behold if you’ve ever seen one. He was always handsome, but in this moment, he was more than that.

His hair was tousled every which way, because your hands had ran all through it. His lips were puffy and red, because you left them kissbitten. His eyes were filled with undeniable admiration, because he was staring at you.

You let a soft smile slip across your lips as you traced the tattoos on his chest. He watched your finger gently run over the outlines before he looked back into your eyes.

“Did you mean it?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the ink. “It’s always been me?”

He grabbed your hand and stopped your mindless traces, making sure you were looking in his eyes when he said his next few words.

“It’s always been you, y/n. Always has been, always will be, no matter what.”

“You should’ve confessed way sooner. I could’ve been yours a long, long time ago.” You smiled.

He nods as he holds your hand over his heart. “I should’ve, but I have plenty of time to make up for that. You’re mine now, and I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”

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luellasplanet · 4 months

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opposite’s attract. (aggie beever-jones)

word count: 1.9k

i think i changed the tense in this about ten times so let’s ignore that shall we x

aggie and y/n were never ever seen without each other. the duo were so similar yet so different. people often wondered how they became such good friends and later on girlfriends.

aggie was always with the boys at lunch time, jumping in the mud and leaves, creating an absolute mess of her uniform and overall being a total pain to the teachers, who were always shouting at her to behave herself.

whereas y/n was softer spoken than aggie, rather preferring to sit under the trees during lunch and talk about what she was going to do at netball later on that day or preferring to have her head stuck in a book and her head in the clouds.

the duo met on one random thursday in year three, aggie watched on from behind one of the trees as y/n gave into one of the year sevens who wanted her lunch. passing along the sandwich and chocolate bar with ease. the girls were easily a good half a foot taller than the year three so they towered over poor y/n.

from that day forward aggie vowed to be y/n’s knight in slightly muddy armour, always keeping an eye on her at lunch if she was by herself. forever standing up for y/n if someone was bullying her.

21 DECEMBER 2014

“aggie no! you wouldn’t!” the shorter girl was currently being pinned down to the bed as aggie threatened to pour the glass of water on her.

aggie was insistent that y/n had to be her defender for her in the garden, so that she could practise her shots. it was pissing down with rain and there was simply not a chance in hell that y/n would be getting sick this close to christmas.

y/n’s screaming and laughter had alerted aggie’s mother as she peered into the doorway. “aggie get off poor y/n right now.” the woman always had a soft spot for y/n, she was practically her third child after all.

grumbling under her breath, aggie flopped to the side and off of y/n, placing the glass down next to her. “dinner will be ready in five! come and set the table please.”

despite their differences in the sport they liked what the two had in common however, was their shared love for food. the duo raced down the stairs eager to eat supper.

after a more than filling meal and a very intense game of footsie under the table, tiredness starting to settle into their systems, a movie in front of the fireplace was just what was needed.

the four beever-jones’ and the honorary beever-jones all settled underneath various blankets and cushions on the two couches and love seat.

fire crackling softly, lighting the entire room is a soft orange hue while an old christmas movie played on the tv.

19 MAY 2017

today should’ve been one of the best days in y/n’s netball career, but instead after arriving at the wrong netball courts, then her team losing three out of four matches and her not being able to shoot more than five goals into the net, she was simply done with everyone and everything.

not a single word was spoken in the car on the way back to the y/l/n house, the only thing that could be heard was the soft buzz of the radio and the sound of other cars on the highway.

there was simply nothing anyone could say to make her feel better. seven months of training, for the biggest u14 netball competition, down the drain in a couple of hours was the most soul crushing experience for a fourteen year old.

the orange and pink uniform was digging into her shoulders and the seventh place certificate was placed haphazardly on the seat next to her.

y/n’s older brother tried to make a small joke but seeing the glint in her eyes he shut up immediately as he didn’t want to upset his sister even more.

the car ride was half an hour but it felt like an eternity. time didn’t feel real for y/n as she exited the car and grabbed her bag from the trunk.

taking refuge in her room when she got home, all she wanted right now was to have a nap and suddenly realise this was all a sick dream and she would wake up and all would be fine. but it wasn’t a sick dream it was a reality that she would have to face sooner or later.

loud footsteps could be heard from the staircase before her room door was roughly shoved open. “there’s my favourite netball star!” the sob that followed shortly after erased the smile from aggie’s face very quickly.

clearly no one had told her how the tournament had gone.

one look at y/n’s tear stained face and wobbly lip was the only thing that aggie needed to see before she dropped her sleepover bag on the floor and jumped onto the bed next to y/n.

“i messed up everything aggie, i’ve never seen my coach so upset with me in her entire life! i couldn’t even shoot properly and i kept getting blown for contact and stepping and-” aggie’s soothing hand on her back quickly stopped your rants. although your words were muffled because your face was smothered by the fluffy pillows, she could still make out how upset you were.

“oh y/n/n, i’m sure no one is upset with you, it’s only one tournament. i’m sure no one will remember this in a few months.” an idea struck to mind and with a teasing smile plastered on her face, aggie whispered to y/n “and besides you’ve been so busy crying you haven’t even noticed i’m sitting on your bed in my sweaty and muddy footy clothes!”

your head shot up immediately to notice that aggie was indeed sitting on your bed in her football clothes. it was tradition every saturday the two had a sleepover, rotating every week who’s house they would sleep at. “agh go shower you dickhead.”

placing a hand on her heart aggie placed a faux look of hurt on her face “you wound me y/n/n, you really do.” before getting up and going to the bathroom. where of course you had already laid out a fresh towel for aggie to use.

30 DECEMBER 2019

you had long grown out of her timid phase and was now the confident young woman your parents always told you she had to be.

your sixteenth birthday party was hopefully going to be the highlight of the entire christmas break, well besides christmas itself.

a rooftop party where none of your siblings would be present and no parents in sight sounded like the perfect idea to get a little drunk. (spoiler it wasn’t a little)

music blared out of the speaker, the base from the speakers sent shivers up everyone’s spines as they all mindlessly danced. after maybe four too many shots and a whole lot of encouragement from some out of school friends, y/n found herself in between a whole lot of sweaty bodies swaying and jumping to the music.

“i’m just heading to the bathroom quickly, i don’t feel too good.” you said to no one in particular before rushing off the dance floor and into the bathroom. the music in there was much softer and more calming, which helped with the upcoming headache forming behind your eyes.

barely managing to run into the nearest bathroom stall, back slumped against the wall as your hands gripped the porcelain toilet seat. trying to control your breathing and gain back the ability to see straight.

“y/n open the bloody door, right now!” aggie’s urgent voice and fist rattling hard against the wooden door increased the banging sensation in your head. blindly reaching up towards the lock of the door, you barely managed to turn the lock in order to let aggie into the small bathroom stall.

muttering a few curse words under her breath, aggie let herself into the bathroom before closing and locking the door behind her. bending down to your eye level. “who are you? i’m not sure my girlfriend would like it if she knew i was in a bathroom stall with a stranger you know…” y/n’s vision was blurred so she couldn’t quite see that it was her so called ‘girlfriend’ next to her.

“your girlfriend mm, now who would that be?” teasing tone very evident in aggie’s voice, but of course that completely washed over y/n’s head as another wave of nausea hit.

even with your head over the toilet seat and tears prickling in the corner of your eyes you still managed to mutter out how much you loved aggie and how extremely mad your dad would be if he saw you like this.

but of course this small interaction between the two of you would not be remembered in the morning, or how you had made it home in one piece after the night's events.

you didn’t remember how aggie had to keep her arm tightly around you as the two of you walked (stumbled) across the pebble stone sidewalk, how aggie’s jacket was draped over your shoulders and most of all when aggie dropped you off at your front door. the lingering kiss that you left on the corner of aggie’s mouth which sent butterflies into the blonde’s stomach.

CURRENT DAY

all those little memories were often reminisced at family dinners with both beever-jones and y/l/n family members present.

or in hushed conversations as the sunlight started to set on the bustling city of london, soft conversations about anything new or old as the room slowly began to lighten. rustling of freshly washed sheets and quiet laughter, before feet padding against the wooden floors and music could be heard.

the sounds of the frying pan sizzling with butter and the shower being turned on full blast.

y/n and aggie worked in perfect harmony, knowing each other's schedules like the back of their hands. you were fortunate enough to have an extra twenty minutes at home before you had to leave. which meant that you assisted aggie’s getting ready.

making sure the blonde had her protein shake prepped and ready, as well as making sure that her kit bag was clean and organised.

it was simply the little things that y/n did for aggie that meant the most to her. aggie would always press a lingering kiss to your lips before leaving the apartment, never forgetting to say “bye, i love you, see you later!” before she left.

then when the two of you got home later that evening, after giving the house a bit of TLC and aggie preparing dinner for them both. you would both settle down on the couch with a fluffy blanket draped over your legs.

a movie or series on in the background as the light from the tv, light the room in a soft hue of different colours. although the routine may seem boring and tedious to some, aggie and y/n wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.

the random saturday night dates, shopping on a wednesday or thursday, offering to pet sit y/n’s brother’s dogs when he was out of town and even the late night walks hand in hand to whatever destination their legs took them.

simply just y/n and aggie against the world, forever and always.

#luella’s fics #aggie beever jones #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso #aggie beever jones x reader

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hometoursandotherstuff · 4 months

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Beautiful converted 1900 historic mill in Quakertown, Pennsylvania has the original mill stone on the lawn, that was used to crush and grind the wheat and grains for bread. 4bds, 3ba, $885K.

I do like the entrance hall- beautiful leaded glass door.

Through the door is a vast main living space with a long stone fireplace and what looks like another millstone for a coffee table.

One step up is a very large dining room area off the kitchen.

The large eat-in modern country kitchen.

Cute half bath with a barrel sink.

Interesting how they put a wall over the stairs.

The primary bedroom is huge and look at the fireplace and stone wall. The ceiling also looks original.

One of the other bedrooms. Smaller, but a good size.

The full baths are disappointingly plain.

The home is listed as a single family but there's another big living/dining room and a kitchen up here.

These are the original hand hewn and joined beams.

There are so many large rooms, I'm wondering how much it costs for heat in the cold Pennsylvania winters.

There are rooms of work areas. The home is huge.

The water trough that drove the mill is still here.

The stucco top coat on the house is wearing off and exposing the stone. Looks like a picture.

The garden is lovely.

The mill stream flows past the large redwood deck. There's a total of 4.51 acres of land.

#historic mill #mill conversion #houses #house tours #home tour

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partycatty · 20 days

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johnny cage > bust your kneecaps

kenshi's sibling isn't exactly known for being the kindest, especially when things don't go their way.

warnings: violence, you're kinda yandere type... or maybe tsundere i don't know i give up. johnny's an ass and i wanna beat him up.

notes: are you seriously telling me NOBODY has written a fic for this man using "bust your kneecaps" by pomplamoose?! LIKE.

[ masterlist ]

johnny, don't leave me, you said you'd love me forever - honey, believe me, i'll have your heart on a platter

• you stepped your way into the stupidly lavish mansion, the address imprinted into your brain and throwing knife at your hip. the belt accentuated the way your hips swayed, capturing the attention of the mansion's owner.

• "where's my wife?" he asks, defensive as he puts the glass of alcohol down.

• "your wife is fine," you turn toward your brother's voice as he speaks, a scowl painting both of your features.

• "you will be too, if you cooperate," your tone is unwelcoming, threatening. "you're johnny cage, aren't you?"

• "what's it to you?" johnny's anger grows by the second, frustrated and confused about the sudden yakuza-looking blade wielders in his home.

• your hand twitches as it rests on the handle of the blade. kenshi puts an arm out, pressing you back. his glare is a silent scolding and you groan, instead opting to cross your arms than threaten the actor at gunpoint.

• "come on," johnny instigates, a beckoning hand thrown out your way. "you're too pretty to be this rude to me."

• "i'm not here for you," you spit back, and kenshi points his sword out to the blade resting just above the fireplace. "we come for sento."

• we all know the drill. before you could fight for what rightfully belonged to your clan, johnny had you and your brother tied to a chair, groaning as consciousness returns to you only to explain your intentions through a groggy tone.

• it seemed like something from a lucid dream, two ninjas and a fire god as you're tied to a chair in a celebrity mansion. it was all a blur, explained quickly before you were whisked off to an academy to fight in a tournament you had only just learned about.

• it was all ridiculous but johnny had dragged sento along with him, keeping it in his room and away from the two of you - he never knew if you'd strike at night and run off into the sunset at any given moment.

• the training itself was quite useful as you learned new styles of fighting, weapon or otherwise. you felt yourself growing bulk and inspiration for combat and attempted to log as much information into your memory, studying after lessons or practicing moves when the campus was cleared of people with the moon high.

• it started innocently enough, johnny would at first spectate you and then eventually join in for (unwelcome) advice. you tried to brush him off, you really did, but he just kept coming back like the prettiest little parasite and that irritated you beyond belief.

• before you could protest or pick up his mood shift, he was being sweet on you - which is to say, pet names, compliments, anything you figured an actor would use to get in a girl's pants. he must do this to all women, you figure, but as time passes you find yourself leaning into his words and cracking a small smile that you cover with your hand.

• you had attempted to confide in kenshi, but in his typical attitude, he just teased you for having a crush on the actor. it was a claim you vehemently denied, no matter how many times his laugh rung in your ears or feather touches made your skin burn.

• it bothered you, truly. you hated him and his stupid sexy smile, his dumb idiot muscles as they flex and ripple during training — lord help you.

• when you started to give in, it was so painfully slow anyone could've missed it. johnny, shockingly, was a good judge of character and wore his opinions on his sleeve. he picked up on it, but wouldn't say anything; he would keeping poking and prodding the bear until you admitted your shameful attraction.

• you gave in after a particularly intimate training session. not having much experience compared to the star, he noticed your tense heat radiating from your back when he wrapped his arms around you, perfecting your stance as you trained against a dummy. unable to contain the trembles of your limbs, you spun around to face him, still caged in his grasp.

• "why do you do the things you do?" you ask, brows naturally furrowed in thought.

• johnny looks at you as if you were a fool. "because i like you."

• the answer left you dumbfounded, the answer was right in front of you but you dared not entertain the thought. your eyes darted between his, searching for any hint of bad intentions, but no. his eyes were sweet and soft, gentle and understanding. it ached you.

• the walls you built up crumbled to nothing the longer you two spent time together, johnny giving you almost little room to fully adjust to a romantic relationship. beside each other it was almost comical how much you resembled a black cat golden retriever duo, a comparison the other boys were sure to make often. even liu kang was surprised by this, commenting once that this "had not happened before." whatever he meant was lost to you.

• at first, it was sweet. he cared, he truly did. johnny would go more than an extra mile for you, understanding where to fully slam the brakes or how to gently encourage you to be intimate. the entire time you were absolutely floored, willing to explore the new world of love. it didn't take long for johnny to call it that, and you followed shortly after. he loved you, only you forever, as he'd say.

• the near-armageddon was heavy on the both of you, but everyone returned in one piece and things seemed to be taking a turn toward the domestic life. this is where everything seemingly took a turn for the worse.

• johnny had insisted you moved in with him as soon as possible, citing both love and your financial connections to the yakuza to support his living conditions even after struggling with money. he'd beg with those sweet puppy eyes, and who were you to turn down the first man that's ever loved you?

• you gave him your all, trying so hard to prove your affections and figure out how to appreciate someone that isn't yourself. johnny ate it up every time, his praise making you dizzy and his little pout every time your voice wavered in hesitation.

• at the academy and sun do, it was easy to forget that he was a supposed A-List celebrity. nobody knew him, flocked for photos and attention, the camera flashing wasn't even a worry considering their lack of technology. he was a normal man with perhaps a slightly inflated ego, but a charming pretty boy nonetheless.

• when you began living in malibu, it started to become a reality for you that you were now in the trenches of fame. while you yourself weren't famous, you did technically appear from nowhere arm in arm with the actor. it didn't take long for paparazzi to camp on your lawns, parking garages, or even as you're out getting your morning coffee.

• as a former yakuza member, your entire life was in the shadows or relatively secretive. now, everyone knew everything about you and the thought made you nauseous. johnny would remind you time and time again that this is what you set yourself up for. you two had never even approached the topic beforehand.

• then came the women. johnny was a conventionally attractive man in malibu, his glittering smile and perfect appearance had women constantly screaming at him for a glance, one that he happily provided with a slight wink. going online and seeing the edits and thirsting messages made your stomach flip. he was yours, but he felt like the world's.

• you tried sitting johnny down, unable to properly articulate your problems having never discussed serious topics with a partner before. it was a foreign topic to you, dancing around your words in one place and being too blunt in the other. johnny couldn't help but look at you with a nearly condescending stare, brow raising in such a way that made you feel... small.

• "you're dating a celebrity," he stated, as if you needed a thousandth reminder. "i'm johnny cage. i may have just been another trainee when we met, but i'm one of the most prominent men in the industry. this is what you signed up for. sorry, but i can't always be yours. i love my fans, too."

• "i didn't know what i signed up for," you clarify, brows furrowing in confusion over his tone. "i thought you'd only love me." he did say it pretty early on.

• "i do," he put his hands up defensively. "i just have more than you to worry about now, sugar. can we get on with our days, now? i have a meeting with a production team in an hour."

• perhaps you didn't know what you really agreed to. fame, women, money, cars, johnny was... wow, a pompous piece of shit in the spotlight no matter how much he claimed to have changed after the events. it was like the most sickening, arrogant light switch. you swore you loved a different man.

• after you had turned away his lifestyle for the tenth time, it was a few months after moving in that he really sat you down. he sat backwards in a chair, as if it was a casual conversation. another part of his routine.

• "you're not cut out for this," he'd open with, and you're not even sure what "this" was really referring to. "i don't want to keep dragging you through a lifestyle you can't keep up with." like you were a lesser being. your mouth goes dry.

• "you said you'd love me forever." your frown is piercing.

• "feelings... change, i guess. we met in a totally different place, things are back to normal and i just can't picture us continuing like we are now. i've got so much work to do and so little time, and you want my attention. i can't prioritize one out without losing the other."

• "so you're choosing directing over me? fame?"

• "it's not like that —" he sighs, pity in his voice. "you don't belong here."

• you stand up now. "you told me we were a forever package deal. you wanted to show me the world. you wanted this, took every first i could give. what? you're done using me for what i'm worth now?"

• johnny winces. "kind of? you're... you haven't been offering up much else than complaints." your jaw truly drops now, the anger you pushed away bubbling back up to the surface.

• "you think you can just clock out?" your voice grows in volume, increasingly nasty as you picture all the ways you could make him apologize. "you don't just get to escape that easily. do you know who i am?"

• johnny states your full name with a pitiful expression. as if it means nothing. he could have tricked you into thinking that was the case if you had kept falling for his love bombing. not anymore.

• "can you relax?" his tone is laced with irritation. "you're working yourself up, just make it easier for the both of us. look, i'll even buy you a plane ticket—" he reaches for his wallet but you catch his wrist, seeing red. for the first time in a long time, he looks at you like you're a strong person, a yakuza member.

• "easy," he wants you, tone now deadly serious. "i've got cameras everywhere. if i show police you put your hands on me like that, knowing your background, it'll be bad news for you."

• a smirk pulls at your lip, twitching in anger. you lean in close, real close. "if they even get to see the footage."

• it was a pathetic assumption that johnny would be able to escape you now, you were fully intertwined with him in such a way that angered you, but made you love him more deep down. your first love isn't supposed to just pull out from your grasp, not easily anyway.

• a wrestling match ensues. he's strong and knows how to fight, you saw it yourself. you were smarter, though. you managed to grab one of his small statues and position him just right to knock him out with a light hit. he goes limp in your arms, sending you to your knees from the weight of his body. not quite satisfied that he was at your mercy, you drag him to your shared bed.

• thanks to your intimate endeavors, rope was tucked neatly in the closet. you tied his wrists to the bedposts and his ankles to the edge of the bed. while you were emotionally detached, you were still utterly enamored with his entire existence. you leaned in close, admiring the crinkle in his nose or his delicate eyelashes as they hopelessly flutter. his plush lips part to breathe shallowly, and you barely notice your hand coming up to stroke at his cheekbone. he was a beautiful specimen, a figure that's meant to be immortalized in art.

• as mad as you were, he was just too pretty to part from. you peppered kisses from his temple to his shoulder, hand feeling the fabric of his dress shirt as you lay your head on his chest. you basically cuddled him as you leaned onto the bed, half sitting in your chair still. you had to be prepared in case he suddenly awoke and went for a bite or headbutt.

• he'll wake up eventually, and when he does, you'll be right there with a blade in hand and a wicked smile pulling at your lips.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader

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Wants and Needs | dbf! joel miller x reader (pt. 1)

summary: your family and friends are at a cabin celebrating your parents anniversary and u and joel get comfy together 🥰

rating: 15+ they’re just flirting here

warnings: (for the entire fic) age difference (reader is highschool graduate so take that as it is, joel is in his 40s) f!reader, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), pet names, praise, slow burn?? kinda idk, dbf!joel, alcohol use, fluff, unprotected p in v sex, breeding, this will be filthy trust me

a/n: ive never written fanfic in my life but dbf joel is plaguing my brain so buckle up

“Still open?” Joel jokes as he slides his empty whiskey glass toward you. You had been playing bartender behind the small, wooden bar in the center of your parent's get-away cabin.

It had been your parents’ 15th wedding anniversary, which called for inviting family, extended family, and close friends, all to the large, chateau-like cabin your parents rented on occasion.

You smile at Joel and take his glass, nodding your head. "Always open," you reply. Joel chuckles and leans back in his chair, surveying the room.

It's a cozy space, with a large stone fireplace dominating one wall and comfortable seating arranged in small groupings around the room. Soft lighting from wall sconces and table lamps gives the space a warm glow, and the scent of pine needles and woodsmoke wafts in from the crackling fire.

You turn your attention back to the bar, starting to refill Joel's glass with a generous pour of whiskey. As you work, you can't help but notice Joel’s skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat despite the cool air conditioning of the bar. It sent a warm feeling to the pit of your stomach, and you brushed it off as a passing thought. You fixed your eyes on the liquid pouring out of the spout, and he couldn't help but smile at your efforts to make his drink neat and precise.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” You felt your cheeks flush at the pet name as you slid the glass back over to him.

Joel took a sip of his drink, letting out a content sigh as the alcohol warmed him from the inside. He turned to you with a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

God, he made you feel like your lungs would collapse at any moment. You suddenly realized you had been staring at him for what would soon look like not innocent.

You quickly averted your gaze and cleared your throat, trying to hide your embarrassment. “So, um, you having fun?” you asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from your momentary lapse in composure.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Joel.

“Are you having fun?” he repeated with a playful smirk. Again, you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up at his teasing tone.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before responding. “I am, actually,” you said, smiling back at him.

Joel nodded with a half-joking, impressed look on his face. You giggled a little and you gazed around the room, trying to find something else to talk about. You decided to stay quiet, looking at all your drunk relatives you didn’t recognize but had supposedly known you since you were little.

“Why don’t you get back out there with your kind, Joel,” jerking your head towards the group of people.

Joel chuckled at your comment and shook his head. “Nah, I’m good right here sweetheart. Plus, wouldn’t want’cha to get lonely.”

You felt that pit in your stomach again, getting butterflies at the thought of Joel not wanting to leave you alone.

You tried to play it cool, but your heart was racing. You had been crushing on Joel for as long as you can remember, but you never thought he felt the same way. It was understandable, considering he was your dads closest friend. Revealing any romantic involvement between his best friend and his only daughter, something he took immense pride in, would shatter him.

“Well I’m glad you’re comfortable here,” you said, trying to act nonchalant. “But my feet are killing me,” you added, wiping the bar down before stepping out from behind it and heading towards the couch. “Join me?” you asked, flashing him a toothy grin

Joel smiled back at you, his eyes twinkling. "You got it, babe" he said, following you over to the couch.

As you both settled down, you couldn't help but feel the warmth radiating from his body. You tried to keep your distance, not wanting to give away how much you wanted to be close to him. But it was hard, especially when he leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms out, accidentally brushing against your shoulder.

You felt your heart skip a beat as Joel's touch sent shivers down your spine. You tried to play it cool, but your cheeks were turning pink as you leaned slightly closer to him. Joel seemed to notice and he shifted slightly, his arm now resting on the back of the couch behind you.

You sat with your knees pressed up against your chest, stealing glances at Joel every now and then. He was so handsome, his dark hair, sprinkled with grey at the sides, and his salt and pepper beard, and his dark eyes, and the way he listened so intensely when you spoke to him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of ease around him that you hadn’t felt with anyone else.

#this is my first time writing #be nice pls #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #tlou #slow burn #kinda sorta #pedro pascal #pedro x reader

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Can you do, reader goes out on a date but gets stood up, as she’s going back to her room she runs into Larissa and she tells Larissa why she’s back so early and instead of letting the night be a waste larissa wines and dines her. Maybe some in public teasing (caress of a thigh or something like that). Feel free to turn into smut!!!

Thanks so much for the request anon!! I feel like we could all use some Larissa comfort in our lives 💕 I focused more on the fluff on this one, but def implied smut.

Last Straw ~Larissa Weems x Fem Professor!Reader

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Warnings: fluff, little angst/sadness, kissing, feeling confessions, sad at first but happy ending, drinking, implied smut…, etc.

Enjoy (:

Your lower lip had started to wobble and your eyes were on the verge of tears. You just wanted someone who could be there for you… But you had been at this restaurant for 2 hours, and your date had not shown up.

You had been stood up…

It was just your last straw.

You rushed out of the restaurant and didn’t even call a cab to go home. You were just gonna walk up to Nevermore, the school at which you taught, and stay the night in your office (which you’d done on late nights more than once).

You didn’t care that it was the weekend. You didn’t care that you would spend Friday night at the school. You were done.

So you made your way to Nevermore, silently sobbing up the hill. But in the distance, you saw a car coming your direction from the school.

Who would be leaving the school at this time of night?

You quickly wiped all your tears away, trying to look somewhat presentable, as the car drove up. Unfortunately for you, it stopped right next to you. The car window rolled down…

“Professor, is that you?” You heard the voice of the one and only Principal Larissa Weems.

You didn’t want to deal with this right now…

You had already been rejected once tonight…

You didn’t want to be reminded of your school crush right now…

“Oh, yes, Hi Principal Weems.” you said with a strained tone, trying to desperately hide your rough throat from all your tears.

“Darling, are you alright? What on earth are you doing walking to the school at this time of night?” Larissa inquired.

You swallowed loudly and looked to the ground.

“love, get in the car. I’ll take you to the school and we can have a chat”

“What? No, you should go home.” You tried to insist.

“Get in the car, darling please.” Larissa insisted over you.

You sighed in defeat, not able to fight this right now.

You walked around the car, and got in the passengers seat.

Larissa hummed lightly in delight, but concern still washed all over her face.

The drive to the school was silent.

You both exited the car silently.

Larissa beckoned you to follow her.

You both made it to her office, she unlocked it and held the door open for you.

You smiled at the gesture and entered.

“Sit down by the fireplace, love. I’ll pour us a glass.” Larissa caringly spoke.

You nodded and silently sat down, you were shaky and your thoughts were spiraling.

You were cradling yourself when Larissa ripped you out of your thoughts.

She offered you a glass of red wine which you graciously accepted with a whispered “thank you.”

“Of course.”

Larissa sat across from you on the couch, next to the fireplace, and sipped her own wine before leaning towards you.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You couldn’t make anything out anymore.

You sighed and took a sip of your wine.

“I got stood up… again…” you whispered.

The tears started to come back.

“Oh Darling…” Larissa cooed, putting her wine down and coming closer to embrace you.

Larissa took your glass from you and placed it on the table as well.

You sobbed into her body, letting out all your chokes and cries.

You ended up curling into the principals lap, as Larissa comforted you with sweet nothings.

After awhile you had lost your voice and any energy left to cry and you were just shaking.

“Darling?”

You whimpered in response.

“Would it… Would it be alright if I took you out to dinner… sometime?” Larissa asked in a whisper.

You looked up in disbelief.

“What?”

But Larissa wasn’t looking at you. She was looking at the fireplace. And now she was slightly trembling.

“Never mind. Forget I said anything.” Larissa shook her head, avoiding your gaze.

You sat up in her lap, and brought your hands to her face.

Larissa looked at you with hesitation.

Your breathing was erratic.

Her breath smelled like wine.

It all became too much.

You didn’t know who closed the gap, but your lips collided.

Not rushed or heated, but soft and caring.

Larissa gently tugged your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

You whimpered and opens your mouth to her tongue.

You both lightly moaned as she explored your wet cavern.

Eventually and to both your dismays, you had to pull away for a breath.

You sat in Larissa’s lap with a sly little grin.

“What?” Larissa chuckled breathlessly.

“You wanna go out with me?” You meakly asked.

Larissa bit her lip and nodded.

You giggled in response and curled back into her lap.

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The next Friday you and Larissa went out for dinner.

You talked for hours at the restaurant, eating and then drinking the night away.

By the end of the dinner, you were both slightly tipsy as you made your way back to the school.

You both made your way up the school stairs and were about to part ways and say your Good Nights.

“Wait, Darling. Would you perhaps care to join me for a night cap in my office?” Larissa asked.

“I’d like that.” You whispered back.

Larissa nodded in response and led you to her office.

Larissa closed the door behind you and made her way to her liquor cabinet, but you stopped her.

She turned around to speak, but before she could your lips met hers in desperation.

Larissa was shocked at first but she quickly met your need.

The kiss turned heated quickly (partly the alcohol, partly other things…)

You both pulled away after a minute for some air.

“I… I have a attached bedroom…” Larissa panted out.

“Fuck yes.” You breathlessly said.

At that, Larissa’s lips were on yours again.

She didn’t stop kissing you as she led you to her side bedroom attached to her office.

And she certainly wasn’t going to stop kissing you anytime soon…

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