Hi there! This turning to be a fanfic blog, I guess I’ll update here the Masterlist since I’ve added some more fantasies to my collection lately-ish.
Don’t really feel like changing the previous classification so I’ll just add the most recent ones on the top of everything else.
Hope you enjoy your time here ;)
COSMO JARVIS
Nocturnal (indie movie)
- What storms bring ashore - part 1 (Pete x OC) - complete
- What storms bring ashore - part 2
- What storms bring ashore - part 3
ALAN RITCHSON
The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare (movie)
- Little Rabbit (Anders Lassen x OC) - complete
- Little Rabbit - part 2
- Little Rabbit - part 3
- Little Rabbit - part 4
IWAN RHEON
Those About To Die (series)
- Kings of the Subura (Tenax x OC / Scorpus x OC) - Complete
- Kings of the Subura - part 2
- Kings of the Subura - part 3
- Kings of the Subura - part 4
- Kings of the Subura - part 5
- Kings of the Subura - part 6
DAVID OAKES
Vikings : Valhalla (series)
- Beyond the high walls - Godwin x OC - on hiatus
JACK O’CONNELL
Godless (series)
- Dusty dogs - Roy Goode x OC - on hiatus
The North Water (series)
- Lost pages of Patrick Sumner's journal - Patrick Sumner x OC - on hiatus
- Lost pages of Patrick Sumner's journal - part 2
BOYD HOLBROOK
Narcos (series)
- Mi casa es su casa / pairing : Steve Murphy x OC (one shot) (just a warming, not the thing I’m most proud of)
Logan (movie)
- Alpha / pairing : Donald Pierce x OC (complete)
- Alpha part 2
- Alpha part 3
- Alpha part 4
- Alpha part 5
- Alpha part 6
- Alpha part 7
- Who you want / pairing : Donald Pierce x OC (ongoing?)
- Totality / a little Boyd Holbrook imagine
TOM HARDY
Peaky Blinders (series)
- White Rum / pairing : Alfie Solomons x OC (complete)
- White Rum part 2
- White Rum part 3
- Nursing Care / pairing : Alfie Solomons x OC (ongoing)
- Nursing Care part 2
Legend (movie)
- Bad decisions / pairing : Reggie Kray x OC (complete)
- Bad decisions part 2
- Bad decisions part 3
- Bad decisions part 4
- Bad decisions part 5
- Bad decisions part 6
Taboo (series)
- In the flesh / pairing : James Delaney x OC (complete)
- In the flesh part 2
STARTERS
These are beginnings of stories that may or may not become complete fanfics someday, depending partially on the readers’ feedback, so don’t hesitate in sharing your thoughts with me. They are poorly edited and far for thought through but that’s how I start!
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Warnings: smut, violence, biting, anal, oral sex, language, you name it
Summary : see warnings
Note : this was fun to write and I'm a little concerned. Hope you enjoy.
What an unexpectedly refreshing shower it had been after all. There were encounters you could still reminisce with inner satisfaction, this would surely be one of those.
And it was with this blissful feeling that you were hanging around in your pajamas, smoking at the window of the common living room. You knew there was little chance to be bothered at this late hour by your roommates, but somehow, you wouldn’t really mind.
“Am I interrupting something?” a now familiar voice resounded behind you.
A smile grew on your lips as you exhaled some smoke, the timing was perfect.
“Yes, my peace of mind,” you retorted, falsely annoyed, not bothering to turn around.
“If only I cared…” the deep voice uttered sharply.
Taking your time for one last puff, you crushed the cigarette in the ashtray before facing him. There he was, the artist, staring at you intensely with a hint of jubilation in his eyes from the other side of the room. You stared back, turning it into a childish contest of who would break it first. None of you did, even barely blinked, until a conniving smile grew simultaneously on both your faces.
In the dim light of the dining room, his eyes looked darker than before, his calm confidence in his demeanour more intriguing. There was something dangerous about that man, a disturbing magnetism that he exuded naturally, and how that could be lost on common people to the point of willingly sharing an apartment with this guy was beyond you somehow. You were pretty sure he wandered in the night sometimes, observing people, quietly, in the somber corners, like a wolf stalking a prey. Every time he smiled, you expected to see his fangs protrude. The rest of the time, he probably painted all the wicked things that his sick brain could muster. Or worse. Hell, he was exactly your type.
“I’m Harrison,” he said politely, now that the ice was broken, completely oblivious of what was going through your mind.
“I know. Norman was very thorough in his guide role, but he didn’t mention that you’d introduce yourself only after fingering me,” you casually stated, blatantly ironic.
He sniggered, biting his lower lip with mischief. “Well, that was an actual introduction.”
The pun instantly hit a sweet spot, sparking a giggle. Deranged and witty, the guy seemed to have a lot for himself. If you weren’t already into him before, that joke would have made the trick.
The swift connection that was settling between you two wasn’t lost on him from the satisfied expression on his face when he started advancing towards you. That little look he displayed was so recognizable for you, tilting his head like a docile little puppy; they all acted the same when they wanted something from you.
“Norman said a lot about you too…” he started nonchalantly, “he thinks you're hot.”
“He said that?” you feigned disbelief.
“Oh yeah. He also wants to fuck you,” the painter told you with a defiant look, a smirk lingering at the corner of his lips.
“Hmm, I’m aware,” you asserted, watching him walk around the dining table at the center of the room to come closer to you. He looked intrigued when he reached you.
“You are, huh? Because they all want to fuck you?” he asked with a frown.
You put on a fake disappointed pout when you asked in return : “You don’t?”
“Naah…” he started, looking you up and down with a vaguely disdainful pout, “I just want to lick you.”
He meant it, you could tell. At least for now. Such an assertive tone he had suddenly, along with his serious expression, making you the puppy now.
“Well, you know where my room is,” you whispered, leaning closer to his ear in your momentum to pass him by on your way out. But before you could take a step, he grabbed you by the arm.
“Here, and now,” he commanded, his voice low but as inflexible as his eyes, they were eating you alive.
The twitch in your belly reminded you how you could not resist a man with balls like that. It felt so nice to find someone that could be a match for you, you couldn’t wait to see what he was capable of.
You nodded slowly, sketching a smile as his hand tightened on your arm, pulling you into a whirl before drawing your back against him, roughly. Your breath almost cut from the pressure of his arm on your stomach, you felt his free hand grab your jaw and push your face aside, exposing your neck to his will. He smelled it loudly, then gave it a long lick from the whole width of his tongue up to your ear.
He was tasting you, truly, and when you felt his teeth upon your skin, closing in on your jugular, you hissed between your teeth as the pressure began hurting, the rush of blood increasing in your veins and your heart pounding in your temples. Instinctively, you tried to free yourself from his hold, shaking your shoulders, and as he gave you enough space to move, you turned around and he pinned you to the wall behind you with enough force to make you understand that you weren’t going anywhere. With his face a few inches from yours, you kissed him, or so he thought, but instead you sucked in his lower lip and bit it harshly, pinching it hard until you felt the warm metallic taste of blood in your mouth and he backed up hurriedly with a grunt.
“You better behave or I'll rip your face off,” you whispered gently to his face.
Looking surprised for a second, Harrison put his fingers to his injured lip, then looked at the blood on them; the corners of his mouth slowly stretched in a nasty smile while a fierce spark lit up in his eyes.
“You’re gonna like it and ask for more, bitch” he growled back deeply, sucking on his lip before kissing you with hunger, holding your jaw and the back of your head with both hands, filling your mouth with his tongue and crushing your whole body against the wall. He pressed his face on yours so hard you found it hard to breathe.
When he finally let go, you gasped for air, watching his wicked expression as he kneeled at your feet and pulled down your pants and underwear in one go. Lifting your leg onto his shoulder, he looked you in the eye, not even contemplating your exposed pussy when he dug his tongue in it, straight between your lips onto your clit. Your pussy twitched under the pressure, the wet and warm contact of his mouth on your sensitive flesh. You bit your lip, trying to hold a whimper in but he saw it and sucked on your clit, and a rasp moan escaped from your throat unwillingly.
You were giving in now so he drove all his attention to your cunt, dug his tongue deeper along your slit until it reached your hole. His whole face now buried into you, his nose teasing your bud, you felt his tongue thrust inside, licking the edge of your walls as they pulsed uncontrollably.
His hands grabbed your hips, keeping you in place as you started wiggling, rubbing your cunt back and forth on his face. As he tried pushing you back, you held his head as if you tried to suck him all inside. It was all a show of force, the one who would force the other on his terms would win and, for a moment, he let you lead it. When he was through though, his fingers crawled along your inner thighs and spread you open, giving way for him to finger you hard and fast. The bumps of his knuckles on your clit made you ravenous and tore high pitched moans from your mouth.
"Shh, shh..." he murmured provocatively, his face glistening with your fluids.
You laughed loudly. "You bastard!" "You sighed, squeezing his sweat-damp hair and pulling him back against your sex.
Withdrawing his fingers, he sucked on your swollen lips as if he wanted to tear them off. You jumped, letting out a cry, a mere distraction so he could thrust a finger into your ass.
"Oh fuck! Fuck!" you gasped, feeling your pussy go numb from his sucking and the burning sensation in your butt hole from his fingers deliciously spreading you apart with each thrust.
Your orifices contracted compulsively around his limbs as they penetrated you, your whole belly began to tremble with the orgasm that was starting to rise, when suddenly he stopped and stood up.
The swelling feeling in your guts immediately backed down, the wetness on your pussy turning cold from his absence, and you watched him, frustration barely concealed, as he hastily pulled down his pants, holding out his hardened cock, its smooth, thick glans spurting a translucent precum as he stroked it vigorously.
“I'll have you come on this,” he heaved raucously, his voice shaking with excitement, as he positioned between your legs.
“Thought you didn’t want to fuck me,” you teased, letting him handle you without participating.
He sneered. “You’re too fucking tight darling…” he let out as he easily pulled you off the ground by your tights, pushing you against the wall, high enough for you to wrap your legs around his waist. “You’ll thank me for changing my mind.”
“You better be right,” you warned imperiously, grabbing the back of his neck as he pulled your night shirt up and licked your nipple, then sucked on it, teasingly bringing his cock close to your entrance. You felt his jaw tighten and his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your breast and you started pulling his neck back, but as he bit you harder, he thrust foeward and penetrated you brutally.
The excruciating pain on your breast felt like a searing blade piercing through your chest, both burning and icy, sending shivers down your spine. At the same time his thick cock, piercing through the moist flesh of your cunt, already swollen from his foreplay, gave you a diametrically opposed sensation in your belly; an exquisite one. The opposites colliding inside of you made your throat sore and tight and yet, a scratchy scream formed in there, burning on its way out of your mouth.
“You fucking animal!” you yelled, but he did not let go on the spot, thrusting harder, your back slamming on the wall, and sucking your whole nipple in between his contracted jaws. You were on the verge of losing your shit, not knowing if you should praise him or hit him. Regardless, you gripped his shoulders tighter, digging your nails into his shirt with such fury that you heard the sweat-soaked fabric tear beneath your fingers as he groaned.
“Shit! Let go!” you bellowed, out of confusion, tears welling in your eyes.
He finally obeyed, but the burning lingered on your skin, just as he greedily explored your chest with his mouth, scratching your skin with his stubble, up to the base of your neck and sucked on your skin like a hungry leech.
“You taste so damn good baby,” he mumbled on your neck, covered in sudor, panting and groaning as he quickened his pace. The impact of your back against the wall was so violent you felt the vibrations ripple through your bones.
His massive hands settled on your hips, pulling you heavily on his cock in deep saccades with loud growls and it came back running; the contraction in your entrails, swelling and pulsing through your core until it bursted and your whole body convulsed around him as you came with breathless cries. Under your impulses, his back arched and his hips bucked frantically against your pussy with some deeper thrusts in you.
“Shit! Fucking hell!” he shouted out as you felt his warm and viscous cum fill you up.
Through the orgasm subsiding, catching your breath, still pinned to the wall with Harrison's head resting on your chest and his body for only support, you noticed a movement out of the corner of your blurred sight by the doorway. A head with ginger short hair had appeared in the doorframe before disappearing almost immediately; Norman.
“You screamed too loud, you woke Norman up…” you heaved, not the least embarrassed.
The painter chuckled before dropping his head back to look at you. You expected some sharp repartee but instead he just stared at you silently, scrutinizing your whole face as if taking your features in. After a few seconds, he smiled with satisfaction, before withdrawing with a wet sound; you were both drenched in fluid, your groins soaked. When your feet touched the ground, beside the cum slowly trickling down your inner thighs, you felt the extent of the banging your back had suffered and you grinned in pain.
“I'm not the one who got it harder though…” Harrison jested.
You scoffed softly, thinking that your back wouldn’t be the only thing that would ache the next day, but you wouldn’t admit it to him anyway. You brought a finger to your lower lip and stroke it while looking at him. “There's a little blood here,” you mischievously pointed out, reminding him that you hadn’t exactly been gentle either.
Instinctively, he licked his wound. “All right,” he stated, pulling up his pants, “but I bet no one's ever made you scream that loud. Not even your husband…”
Norman was quite the chatterbox, you thought. Apparently, he hadn’t just told Harrison about your arrival; he’d told him everything. Well, everything he knew.
“Is that why you two broke up? Maybe he couldn’t get it up anymore?” " continued Harrison, buttoning his trousers with a smirk.
“Indeed, he couldn’t. It’s not easy getting hard when you’re dead, is it?” you retorted more sharply.
He almost froze for a moment, but kept his composure.
“Sorry, that’s a shame,” he continued, without the slightest conviction, “but I’m here now. I’ll cheer you up whenever you want.”
You glared at him and forced a rather unfriendly smile. “Naah. I'm fine,” you replied curtly.
Before you grabbed your pajama pants and headed to your room in the hallway, you saw his smug little smile turn into a bitter grimace. There, out of his sight, it was you who was smiling now.
Warnings : self-harm, non-con touching, explicit language, violence mentions, death mentions, body horror mentions
Summary : sociopaths steamy reunion
Note: first x reader kind of fic for me, inspired from a Cosmo Jarvis' song and with Cosmo enbodying the main character that he described in said song about a born psycho that goes through life unbothered as he kills people and paints corpses for a living (have a listen, it’s funny). Can’t really say how this thing is called, anyway, it’s very short and should have other parts coming sometime. Hope you enjoy if you read.
You liked it hot, the shower. Scorching even. Nothing beats a near death experience to feel truly alive, and bringing your skin to the brim of boiling was a delightful way to do so.
Through the runoff of the streaming water running down your face, you hissed, taking in the first burn, when you heard the door of the bathroom open.
“It’s occupied,” you vocalised blandly with eyes closed, hanging to the stinging sensation on your skin and vaguely expecting to hear an embarrassed “oops” and the door shutting hurriedly, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, the plastic curtain cracked and you felt a slight breeze of fresh air on your back, as if it had been opened behind you.
Side-eying through the streams of water around your head and the mist that had invaded the room, you blurrily glimpsed at a man standing next to the tub, holding the curtain open.
“It’s occupied,” you repeated the same way, returning to your ablutions, unbothered, but the atmosphere around you kept getting fresher; the curtain hadn’t moved, nor the man. Above all, a tingling sensation growing on the back of your neck made you understand that he had his eyes on you.
“Should I be confused and apologize for my intrusion?” the stranger questioned with an amused tone. His voice was raspy and deep, he was not Norman, the one that had welcomed you earlier to the flat you would now be sharing with him and two other persons.
You looked slowly above your shoulder, clearly making out the face of the intruder. In his thirties, short dark hair and tanned skin; a stubble of beard covered his cheeks down to a square jaw. The little smirk he displayed contrasted with the agreeable look in his eyes, although, beyond it, you sensed it dripping with dubious intentions. You didn’t know him, but you already knew who he was: the artist.
“That’s what civilised people would do,” you retorted nonchalantly, before calmly turning around, slightly stepping out from under the continuous stream of the shower to face him.
He didn't even blink at the sight of your frontal nakedness, only his smile turned slightly naughtier than before. Slowly, he ogled at you from head to toe, shamelessly, before uttering : “I’m not one of those.”
The obviousness of his statement flickered a smile across your face; you had seen his paintings, civilised was certainly not an adjective that could apply to it. Now he was looking at your face, locking his eyes on yours as if he was trying to look deeper into your skull, guessing your next move, and you considered that was a good time to wash your body.
After pouring some shower gel over your shoulders, you started stroking in circular motions and witnessed his stare slowly detach from your face and follow along your hands’ movements. The gel formed a white foam, bubbling on your now reddish skin as you spread it across your chest, running your fingers around the curve of your breasts before fully cupping and lifting them, letting them slide down from your soapy hands. He didn’t try to feign any sort of decency and, as you reached your stomach, his eyes furtively shifted to your face, checking for a daring look or an hesitation perhaps. But yours never flinched, not even when you patted the hair over your pussy, making the foam squish lasciviously, not even when you inserted your hand between your thighs, rubbing your cunt with back-and-forth movements.
Lowering your head to proceed with your legs, you lost sight of his stare for a moment, and when you came back up, a thin veil of sweat - or was it mist - had sprung on his temples and something obscene was sparking in his eyes.
“You missed a spot,” the man stated, raising his chin.
You looked down on you, playing along, before raising your eyes to him: “Where?”
“Right… here,” the stranger replied, as he reached for your pussy and grabbed it without hesitation. Your body waved slightly from the momentum of his arm, but not even a gasp of surprise passed your lips. You remained unmoved, your impassive stare locked on his as you felt his hand rubbing your soft moist lips, spreading them open before sliding two thick fingers all the way inside of you with no resistance at all.
He licked his lips with a lewd smile when he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in again, harder, pulling you in closer, trying to get a reaction out of you as you felt your walls stretch inside under the pressure from his twitching fingertips; but that reaction never came.
A short sneer from him gave away that he was quitting it before he pulled out and wiped the foam covering his hand on his trousers. That’s when you smiled at him, overtly satisfied for defeating his attempt at bullying you; in return he nodded slightly, acknowledging it, not specifically accepting it though from the defiant look he gave you before calmly leaving the room.
So there he was, the twisted one that painted corpses for a living. The shared flat you had just entered had this particularity of owning its own painting workshop in the basement, and it was rented to that guy.
Norman had showed you around the place when you had visited; the common areas, the free room you’d be in - even his own room, displaying a dumb smile on his face as if you didn’t get the message that you could hang over there as well if you’d like - and the cherry on top being that vast space in the basement, filled with lamps, easels and canvases. Some were barely sketched, others were finished and signed by the artist; a scribble of narrow, tight letters, tapered like knife blades, where only the first could be recognized as an "H".
The actual contents of the paintings were interesting; naked bodies, often dismembered in impossible positions, some disemboweled, strangled, riddled with holes. And blood, everywhere. Surprisingly, the predominant color that stood out in this display of death was not red, but gray or brown, as if they had been exposed to the sun, rotting. They seemed radiant though, almost tangible, even so that you were pretty sure that if you touched one, it would feel soft and sticky, as if done with actual body matter.
“Funny,” you had sniggered at Norman.
You couldn’t deny that a sort of anticipation to meet him had crawled its way up into your brain; he did not disappoint.
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