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The BEST thing you can do for yourself is not worry about the HOW. Just show up in your conviction, your confidence and your inner knowing that your manifestation is inevitable, while the beautiful unfolding of your manifestation does the rest. If you can get to the space where you know and feel without a doubt that your desire is yours, then you will be fine with not meddling with the middle. Just let it unfold, and let go of your temptation to control how it will come about.
You were sitting with Kim Jong-hyeon in a restaurant, pretending to be on a date as your cover.
It may have looked like he was taking a photo of you, but he was actually using the mirrored wall behind you to film the suspect you were in charge of trailing.
You smiled, acting coy as you discreetly peeked over his shoulder now and then to make sure no one had made you. You wouldnât dare say it out loud, but you were relishing this moment. It wasnât often that you had the opportunity to stare openly at your work crush with reckless abandon. No one would think anything of it, and there was no Yoon Dong-ju around to tease you. There was no stopping the smile growing bigger on your face - was it possible for someone to become more handsome up close?
The suspect glanced in the direction of your table and you felt the panic drop down into your stomach. Had you been made? Suppose it did look like Jong-hyeon had spent a suspiciously long time âtaking photosâ of you. Perhaps it was time to get your flirt on to truly sell your cover.
There was no need to fake the adoring look on your face as you watched his unwavering gaze of concentration (how unfortunate that it was focused on his phone and not on you), your fingertips gentle as you coaxed his hair away from his eyes. Jong-hyeonâs eyes flickered to your face, his face remaining unreadable.
âWhat are you doing?â
âMaking room.â
His ears caught the hint of mischief in your tone, but his eyes were already back on the video he was recording.
âFor what?â
Chuk.
The sound of you lips pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead was faint, but somehow drowned out every other noise in his ears. Jong-hyeonâs gaze snapped back towards your face, his expression remaining stoic as his brain short-circuited. He was not expecting that. He never imagined you wouldâŚhe never thoughtâŚ
His heart thudded in his chest as you pressed your forehead to his, curling your hand around his just under his thumb, coaxing him to lower his phone.
âYou should get the bill, darling. Our suspect is on the move.â You spoke low, making sure Jong-hyeon would be the only one to hear you.
Later, when he was alone in his apartment, Kim Jong-hyeon found he couldnât stop touching his forehead every time he thought about the kiss you gave him.
He made sure to edit out that part of the video so the rest of the team wouldnât see, but kept that precious 10 second clip for himself. After all, it wasnât every day that you got to capture the moment you started to see someone in a different lightâŚ
You remembered the first time you laid eyes on him. Sporting baggy clothes, black spacers in his ears, long permed red hair and a shaved eyebrow, Woojin looked like a wannabe gangster. In fact, you had thought he was one of the thugs that trashed your aunt's shop; returning to cause more grief. You had brandished a fork and spoon in each hand in his direction, yelling out for your aunt. Once she assured you that he was one of her regulars and not a loan shark lackey, only then did you lower your weapons and go back unpacking the replacement stock for your aunt.
Perhaps it hadn't exactly been love at first sight, but Woojin started coming around more often after that. It didn't matter how many times you rolled your eyes at the goofy grin he sent your way or the cocky things he'd say, he never gave up trying to get close to you. At your aunt's insistence that you cut him some slack, coupled with Geonwoo's presence allowing you a glimpse beneath the front Woojin put on you begrudgingly allowed yourself to level up to reluctant acquaintance. You couldn't ignore how he cared for your aunt and Geonwoo, it was an endearing quality...made it hard for you to truly hate him.
It wasn't long until you found yourself smiling in his presence in spite of yourself, and when he wasn't around your gaze would always flicker towards the shop entrance, hoping he would walk through the door.
When did the electricity between you start to spark?
"Ah, c'mon! What's it gonna take for you to come along and watch me box?"
"Hey, if you want me ringside, you gotta make it interesting," you grinned, cradling your face in your palms as you rested your elbows on the table.
The slow, flirty smile that Woojin gave you in response caused delicious reactions in your body.
"Is that a challenge?"
Your grin morphed into a smirk as you cocked an eyebrow, daring the attractive boxer to test you.
"Alright then...shall we make a bet?" Woojin pressed an elbow into the table, extending his hand out to you, "if I beat you in an arm wrestle, you have to come watch me in my next fight."
"Sure. I bet I can beat you in under ten seconds."
The smirk that curved across Woojin's face told you he thought he had the upper hand. "Okay...ready?"
You slid your hand into his and curled your fingers over the back of his palm. "Ready."
"Alright, I'll countdown from three. Three...two...one!"
The final number had barely left Woojin's mouth when you leaned across the table to press a chaste kiss on his lips. His grip became lax and you were able to fold his arm over easier than fresh laundry.
"Oh, look at that! I won."
A Cheshire cat grin stretched across your face from ear to ear as you cleared the table and sauntered off to the kitchen, leaving Woojin all slack-jawed and wide-eyed. You didn't know it then, but the poor guy felt the hope fizzle out in his chest in those seconds he sat by himself. And then you poked your head around the corner.
"Hey, Woojin."
"Yeah?"
A moment of silence passed as you held his gaze, Woojin waiting to hear what you would say. The hope started to spark back to life in his chest when the smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of your lips.
"If you lose when I come to watch you fight, you'll never get to kiss me again."
"...and if I win?"
You looked thoughtful for a moment before answering him, "if you win, I'll let you take me on that date you keep asking for."
"Okay, deal!" Woojin grinned at you, sticking out his pinky finger to seal the deal.
You scoffed, but couldnât keep the smile off your face as you linked your pinky around his in response.
"Don't be a sore loser, okay, Woojin?"
In hindsight, perhaps it had been arrogant of you to assume that you would win the bet...
Your jaw hit the floor the same time Woojinâs opponent did. He didnât get up during the refereeâs countdown and the crowd erupted with a thunderous roar when Woojin was declared the winner. It had been a nail-biting fight, but Woojin had won. His eyes found you in the crowd and you could have sworn you saw them darken. You closed your mouth and swallowed, remembering your bet.
"If you win, I'll let you take me on that date you keep asking for."
âMe and my big mouth.â you mumbled to yourself as you watched Woojin exit the ring and head towards the locker room.
Dinner was part celebration, part torture. You chewed every mouthful of grilled meat slowly, happy to just sit and observe as the boys relived Woojinâs victory amongst themselves. Your gaze kept flickering in Woojinâs direction, wondering when he would bring up the bet you made. Would he go through with it? How serious was he about taking you out on a date?
You smiled and waved farewell to Geonwoo as he headed into his apartment block. You turned to face Woojin. He stood with his hands in his pockets, struggling to hold your gaze.
âIâllâŚwalk you home.â
âWhen have you never?â you failed to bite back a grin as you teased him.
Woojin scoffed, smirking as he held your gaze and you fell into step beside him. It wasnât a long walk, and you took it upon yourself to finally break the silence when your apartment complex was reached.
âIâm shocked. I didnât know you were capable of being so quiet, Woojin. Did you switch bodies with Geonwoo when I wasnât looking?â
âNo.â Woojin pouted as he held the door open for you to step into the lobby after you punched the code in.
You sent him a look over your shoulder as he followed you up the stairs. He would always walk you to your apartment and not leave until you had the door locked. You told him he didnât have to, but Woojin disagreed. You gave up after the third time he walked you home. There was no use fighting him. And you couldnât deny that you liked having him look out for you. But this silence was damn near killing you and that just wouldn't do. You turned on your heel, forcing Woojin to come eye to eye with you on the staircase.
"Did you lose your tongue in the fight, Woojin?"
"No...?"
You sighed, doing your best to keep your exasperation in check, "then talk to me, Woojin," you threaded your hands through his hair, pressing the sides of his head lightly before releasing him, "what's going on in that big head of yours, hmm?"
Woojin opens his mouth to speak, but it takes him longer than he likes to find the right words.
"It's just...about our bet."
"Yes?"
"I won."
"You did."
"So...I get to take you on a date."
"You do."
"But I don't want it to be like that."
"Huh?" your eyebrows shoot up, your heart sinking in your chest as Woojin breaks eye contact with you, "What do you mean?"
Woojin swallows before forcing himself to hold your gaze, "I want to go on a date with me because you want to, not because you have to."
You blink, not saying anything as you allow his words to sink in. Oh...so that's what had Woojin out of sorts. Relief flooded your chest as you smiled.
"I want to."
"You want to?" Woojin repeated your words, his eyes growing wide.
"Yes. If I didn't want to, I never would have let that be an option."
"Ah, yes...that makes sense," Woojin was smiling now, looking more like himself, "so...how should we do this?"
"You're asking me?" you raised an eyebrow at Woojin, "c'mon now, a man that wants to take me out on a date would know better than to make me do all the work."
"Ah, yes!" Woojin straightened his posture, his nerves taking a backseat, "What I meant was, when are you free? I would like to take you out on date."
You smiled at the earnest look on Woojin's face, resisting the urge to tease him, "Well, today is Saturday, so I'll be free from Tuesday onwards."
"Tuesday onwards?"
"Yes. If a man wants to take me on a date, he needs to ask at least 3 days in advance. A man that wants access to my time has to be intentional about it."
Woojin nodded, "I understand. I will organise everything and let you know."
"Good boy," you grinned, unable to hold yourself back from teasing him any longer, placing a quick peck on his forehead for good measure, "I look forward to seeing what you have planned for our date, Woojin."
Woojin was speechless as he remained rooted to the stairs, watching you unlock your door from where he stood. He watched you step inside, hesitate, then turn back towards him.
"Hey, Woojin?"
"Yeah?"
"Just so you know, I'm really glad you won the fight."
"You are?"
"Yes. It would be really upsetting if I never got to kiss you again."
Your laughter bounced off the walls at the sight of Woojin's shocked expression before you darted inside your apartment.
"Get home safe, Woojin! Goodnight!"
---
The next day, Woojin called you surprisingly early, considering how late you knew he liked to sleep in after a boxing match.
"Good morning. Would you be free this Wednesday at 6pm? I'd like to take you out on a date."
You were grinning so hard as you spun yourself around in your kitchen, you were glad Woojin couldn't see it.
"I'm free. What did you have in mind?"
"I've made the reservations, you choose the option you like best. I'm sending them to you now."
Your eyes grew wide as your phone pinged once, twice, thrice with incoming texts from Woojin. You had to hand it to him, the man knew how to take initiative and plan a date. It was very attractive. Your mouth fell open as you scrolled through the texts, impressed by the effort. Oh, this man had been paying attention to you. Each suggestion sounded like a dream date to you, how the hell were you meant to choose?
"You don't have to pick right away. You can take your time, I can wait."
You sank onto the closest seat immediately, feeling weak in the knees. It felt like you were seeing Woojin in a new light...part of you wished you had let him take you out sooner. Why didn't you?
"Hmm...let's start with option three."
"Start?"
You rolled your eyes, practically hearing Woojin's smirk through the phone yet you couldn't wipe the smile from your face, "Yes."
"That sounds like there's going to be a second and third date."
"Well, that depends on how well you do with our first one. Play your cards right and there might be a second date."
"Really?"
"Of course. Have I ever lied to you, Woojin?"
"Okay, I'll pick you up Wednesday, 6pm."
"Sounds good. I'm looking forward to it."
When Woojin checked in with you on Tuesday to confirm your date was still going ahead, you couldn't work out whether you were falling for him or if you were already in love with him...
The sound of Woojin knocking on your door at 6pm sharp had your heart doing a little dance in your chest. Oh, you had it bad - it wasnât like you werenât expecting him, seeing as you had to buzz him in only a few minutes ago. You opened the door to find Woojin waiting, his usual charming smile on his face.
âHey.â
âHey.â You smiled back at him.
âYou look beautiful.â
âThank you, so do you.â
Woojin laughed, scratching the back of his head.
âAre you ready?â
âAlmost. Let me grab my jacket, then Iâm all yours.â
Woojin stepped inside and closed the door behind him as he watched you disappear around the corner. His heart fluttered in his chest when you came back into view, shrugging on your jacket. He let you hold onto his arm as you put on your boots, lifting each knee as you zipped them up.
âReady?â
âYes, thereâs just something I need to do first.â
Woojin held your gaze, then damn near stopped breathing when you cupped his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. You heard him moan, soft and low in his throat as his hands found your hips to pull you closer. You found yourself standing on tiptoe, trying to press closer into Woojinâs body as your fingers threaded through his hair. You felt his hands move, one sliding to the small of your back, the other sliding up between your shoulder blades under your jacket, the kiss getting deeper. You broke the kiss, loathe to pull away from him. You would have been perfectly happy to stand in your hallway for the rest of the night kissing Woojin. It took him a moment longer to come back to earth, his nose brushing against yours as he chased your lips. You pressed your hands into his shoulders, gently keeping him at bay as he smiled at you, perplexed.
âWhat was that about?â
You smiled, feeling bashful. âI thought it would be a good idea to kiss first. Now our nerves wonât get in the way of us enjoying our date.â
âThatâsâŚreally clever.â
You laughed, slipping your hand into Woojinâs like it was second nature as you lead him out the door.
âCâmon Woojin, letâs go out on our date!â
Woojin grinned as he trailed behind you, hoping that he would be lucky enough to earn another kiss from you.
Summary: Reader is Tomâs physio therapist after he has his arm broken. Basically just smut, as I only watched the episodes with Colin in them.
@seppys-return-to-madness here you go, gurl. Sorry it took so long.
While his arm is in a cast, you help him bathe: âI promise I wonât look.â
âWell, itâs not like thereâs anything you havenât seen before.â
You blush, mind briefly going over the bedroom activities you and Tom participated in back when you were university students: âThatâs true.â
After the cast is off and heâs given the a-ok to start physio to rebuild his muscle strength, thereâs a discussion of how his arm got broken in the first place.
Stella Gibson comes up as a topic. You work out that the relationship wasnât always strictly professional.
âI donât think youâre cut out for one-night stands, Tom.â
âWhat?â
âSex was never a hunting game for you the way it is for other men. It was always about intimacy and connection. Itâs not a bad thing...it just makes it easy for you to catch feelings.â
âYou too.â
You raise a brow at the defensive undertone you catch in his voice.
âWhat it meant for her was different to what it meant for you. How you expected her to treat you after. You have to be careful with yourself Tom.â
He tears his eyes away from yours and you can tell heâs biting his tongue.
âI donât mean to come off as lecturing. You donât need me to tell you that youâre free to fuck whoever you want. Just make sure whoever it is that youâre on the same page.â
You bite your lip, debating if you should say what your brain comes up with next. Eh. Fuck it.
âYouâre one of my people, Tom. I donât like seeing my people messed up like this.â
You catch him looking at you from the corner of your eye and can almost feel the smile heâs failing to hide.
âNow, letâs get to work, shall we?â
A week or two later, you are standing on the balcony of Tomâs apartment after having dinner together.
You note the sound of the door sliding open as you take in the view of the city.
You turn at the sound of shuffling footsteps, only to come face to face with Tom.
Heâs so close that his nose grazes yours.
Heart stuttering at the close proximity and your eyelids lower to focus on his full lips.
When his lips touch yours, your lungs still as your body freezes in place for a moment.
When his lips leave yours, you feel the panic rise up, not wanting him to think the kiss was unwelcome.
The palm of your hand slides up the side of his neck as your fingers curl into the short hair at the back of his head, holding him in place so you can kiss him back.
Your heart thuds in your chest when Tom presses his lips more firmly against yours.
Your feet shuffle away from the balcony as Tom guides your back to the wall, goosebumps rising along your arms when you feel the cold concrete against your back.
âSit on the couch,â you tell him, âif weâre going to do this, I donât want you putting any strain on your arm. Youâre still in recovery.â
âYes maâam.â Tom obliges you with a sultry twinkle in his eye.
You straddle his lap and take your time unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it open to reveal his body.
You don't take it off, he's still got his arm in a sling after all.
The hand of his good arm is tangled in your hair, the way he's kissing you makes your heart race.
God, how you've missed this.
Tom hooks his finger in the ring of the zipper of your blouse, pulling it all the way open.
You shrug it off your body and onto the floor, Tom's hand moving to your back to pull you in closer as he kisses his way down your jaw, neck to your collarbone.
He drags your bra strap off your shoulder with his teeth, pulling back to look at your breasts in your mesh lace bra.
Tom licks the flat of his tongue over your nipple again and again, until the soft flesh turns into a hard little button, begging to be touched under the black material.
"Oh, fuck, Tom..." you whine as your hips grind into him, feeling that he's already hard between your legs, "don't stop."
"I never wanted to stop."
The confession has you locking eyes with him, you can see the desire on his face and underneath that, the truth.
Your hands thread through his dark hair, pulling him in for a kiss: "have your way with me then, I'll do whatever you ask."
Tom's eyes darken at your words.
His thumb swipes over your lower lip, resting on the corner of your mouth.
You flick out the tip of your tongue to lick it before sucking it into your mouth.
Tom pulls his thumb out of your mouth with an audible 'pop', the other fingers trailing along the bra strap he pulled from your shoulder before rubbing his wet thumb over your nipple.
You moan and arch your back at the sensations it gives you, Tom's name tumbling from your lips when he takes the other nipple back into his hot mouth.
Tom presses his thumb back into your mouth and you suck it greedily, eyes rolling back as you feel his tongue circling your nipple.
Once he's satisfied, he pulls his thumb from your mouth and peels the semi-damp mesh from your breast, sending shocks of pleasure across your body when his wet thumb makes direct contact with your skin.
The hand holding his head to your breast releases its grip as you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, not wanting a shred of fabric between Tom's mouth and your body.
Tom lets you peel the bra off just enough so the straps dangle from your forearms, pulling a keening sound from your mouth when he lightly scrapes his lower teeth along the underside of your hardened nipple.
"Fuck, Tom...you're going to make me cum..."
"That's fine by me, love. It's all I have on my to do list for the night."
He moves his good hand to your backside, holding you in place as he meets your grinding hips with his own.
"Press those pretty tits of yours together for me."
You feel the wet between your legs increase as you do as he commands, getting your nipples as close to each other as possible.
Tom hums with approval, licking a stripe up your neck all the way to your ear.
"That's my good girl. Hold 'em there for me until you cum."
He flattens his tongue across your nipples over and over, kissing, sucking and scraping with his teeth every now and then, pushing your grinding hips down onto his hard clothed cock until your knees are shaking with the effort to keep you upright.
Your back arches and you can't hold back the scream, but you press your lips to Tom's in an attempt to muffle it.
Tom peppers your skin with kisses as you come down from your high, shucking your bra to to the floor.
You peel yourself from his lap to take off the rest of your clothes, then drop to your knees to help Tom take off his.
You meet Tom's gaze, his eyes brimming with sheer want for you.
"Do you have any..." "Yeah, in the usual spot"
After grabbing a condom, you coax Tom to lie down on the couch, ripping the packet open.
Tom watches you, transfixed as you roll the condom down over his hard cock before you climb on top of him and slide him inside.
He groans, head tilting back as his hand squeezes your hip.
Your hands press on his abdomen, being mindful of his sling as you grind your hips into his.
"Look at you, you're taking me so well."
You keep rolling your hips until you find that angle that hits all your pleasure spots.
Tom drops his hand lower, his thumb gathering your slick to rub circles around your clit.
"That's it, darling, use me."
The moan that leaves your lips is downright debaucherous, you are so deliciously close.
You can feel your thighs getting weak from maintaining that perfect pace.
"Go ahead, scream."
"I-I can't scream."
You would never be able to look his neighbours in the eye again if they heard you.
"Then kiss me."
One hand presses into the arm rest next to Tom's head, the other cups his face as you press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth.
You start to slow your grinding, but Tom moves is hand from your clit to squeeze your thigh.
"Hold on for me, I'm nearly there."
It would be so easy to whine in protest, but he's looking at you like you're sacred and you don't want to deny him.
You pick up the pace with your hips and Tom murmurs encouragement through his moans, telling you how good you're doing.
He tenses up under you, panting for breath as you trail slow, lazy kisses along his neck.
You love the way he looks under you, wrecked and boneless.
Once the clean up and rehydration part of the aftercare is done, you curl up at Tom's side under the blanket, draping your legs over his lap as he tucks you under his arm.
"That was nice, we should do this again some time."
Tom chuckles at your jovial tone, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Oh, believe me, once you've worked your magic on my arm and I don't need this sling anymore...I'll be taking you on every surface of my flat."
I've been scouring the interwebs for any ds tom anderson x reader(preferably fem) five and have come up completely empty handed. This is the first request I've ever submitted and I'm open to your creative interpretation. Also sending long-distance motivation for the Nathan Appleby fic. Love that one.
Oh my days, you posted this back in 2019...
Yes, I actually do have a DS Tom Anderson x reader in my drafts...which has been sitting there longer than this request. I'm currently writing the ending for it and vow that it will be the next thing I post.
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If your still taking requests: could you do one for Merlin on his wedding night and since itâs both their first time maybe his magic acts up a little do to the high emotion? BTW I love your writing and the posts you share.
Oh, honeyâŚcould I ever! Gotta admit, this one was challenging for me (in terms of thinking of ways his magic would act up), but a fun write neverthelessâŚsorry it took so long!
NSFW BBC Merlin x Reader - Wedding Night
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Merlin x Reader
Warnings: Smut...and not my usual writing style (re: dot points) but I'm wayyyy to lazy to edit. Enjoy!
A giddy giggle bubbled past your lips as you dashed into the bedroom with a grin.
Your newlywed groom was hot on your heels with a smile to match, hand held tightly in yours
You shut and bolt the door before pressing Merlin up against it.
One kiss is all it takes to set your heart on fire.
Merlin is quick to trade places with you, lips coming down to worship your neck.
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as your eyes slide shut, head leaning back against the door.
The feel of Merlinâs hands firm on your hips gives you butterflies.
You canât help the grin that stretches across your face as you let out another giggle.
Merlin pulls back to fix you with a look.
âWhat is it?â
âNothing,â you reassure him with a shake of your head.
Your hands cup his face before you run them through his hair.
âItâs just that...I canât believe that I finally get to call you my husband.â
The loved up smile on your face is contagious and Merlin canât help but return the gesture.
âAnd I get to call you my wife.â
A sharp exhale of breathless laughter shoots past your lips as you stare into your husbandâs eyes.
âYes, you do...â
The words are murmured as you gaze down at Merlinâs lips, slowly inching down towards your own.
You loop your arms around Merlinâs shoulders as the kiss deepens.
You spin around and start to back up towards the bed, careful not to break the kiss.
Merlin follows your lead, heart thumping in his chest.
Both excited by what is to come and not wanting to trip over your feet.
You watch Merlin through the mirror as he undresses you, his gaze catches yours in the reflection and his eyes twinkle with an idea.
He guides to to kneel at the edge of the bed, magicking silk ropes to tie around your wrists on either post.
âM-Merlin, whatâŚâ
âHush, my wife. You neednât worry. Just let me worship you and enjoy.â
You relax into the kiss until you feel your nipple being sucked into another mouth.
You pull away from the kiss only to see another MerlinâŚthere are two Merlinâs in bed with you.
The original Merlin latched his mouth onto your neck, your eyes glazed over as you watched your husband and his double pleasure you.
A cry of pleasure was pulled from you as you felt a tongue between your lips licking all the way up to your clit.
A third clone of Merlin was on his back below you, arms wrapping around your thighs to guide you to sit on his face.
Your eyes couldnât believe the sinful scene playing out in the mirror, and complaint was the furthest thing from your mind.
So many mouths, tongues and hands worshipping you all at once, it was heavenly.
Thereâs no stopping the cries tumbling from your lips as you grind down into Merlinâs mouth, greedily lapping up all the pleasure heâs giving you.
It doesn't take long for you to come undone, your knees shaking and knuckles turning white as you squeeze the silky ropes in your fists.
"Merlin...Merlin, please...it's too much..."
The long, languid licks along your clit fade away as the clone disappears from your view of the mirror's reflection.
One of the Merlins moves behind you, pressing his hand below your ribcage and you lean back into him, head falling back on his shoulder.
The other Merlin trails his tongue and lips from your breasts to your neck, you tilt your head to give him better access and get swept up into a kiss with the Merlin at your back.
You moan when you feel the fingers of one hand tease your clit, breaking the kiss to gasp when you feel the fingers of another stroking the slick walls of your cunt.
Your eyes flit back to the mirror, what a sight to behold - your face flushed and drunk with pleasure, the Merlin at your back with one hand at your clit as his other hand a feather-light touch at your throat as he kisses along your jaw.
Merlin's double kneels on the bed at your side, increasing the pressure of his stroking fingers inside you while keeping the same slow pace, his other hand alternating touches from your hip, waist and breast, his mouth lavishing your other breast with attention.
You had often wanted to have a lover to touch and kiss you all over simultaneously, but to experience it in the flesh was something else.
"Merlin...!"
"Fear not, my wife, I have you. I have cast a spell on these walls, not a soul outside them will hear you...you can let go. Come, let me hear you."
You renew your grip on the silk as you grind your hips towards his hands, cries and breathy sounds tumbling from your lips.
When Merlin feels the your walls tightening around his fingers, he presses a firm hand into your lower belly, his fingers not letting up their pleasuring touches on your body.
You come undone for a second time, your eyes opening just in time to watch Merlin suck the fingers coated in your slick into his mouth, his eyes glinting as he disappears from your sight.
"Merlin, please...I need you inside me. Now."
"How do you wish to have me?"
"I want you under me. I want to look into my husband's eyes."
Merlin's eyes glow gold in the mirror and before you know it, your wish is granted - you're no longer facing the mirror, but the sight of your newlywed husband lying back against the pillows and nestled between your hips.
He drags the head of his cock back and forth over your clit until you beg him to cease his teasing.
You both moan when he slides himself inside, unable to tear your eyes away from each other, mouths agape.
You had both dreamed of this moment since the first sparks of attraction flickered between you and now it was here...you didn't have the words to describe the pleasure of it, how holy it was.
Merlin pushed himself up from the bed and pressed a kiss between your breasts, your hands burned to touch him.
"Release my hands, let me touch you."
The silk ropes slithered undone and you wasted no time combing your hands through Merlin's hair, tilting his face up for a kiss.
One arm wraps around his back as you press your hand into his chest, grinding down on him.
A whine leaves your lips, it's not enough - you want to be impossibly closer to him.
Merlin groans when you move off of his lap, pulling at his hand to get him sitting upright and can't help but protest,
"Beloved..."
You ease yourself into his lap once you can coil your legs around his hips, looping your arms around his shoulders once Merlin's hard cock is sheathed within you again.
Your limbs were wound so tight around his torso that Merlin didn't need to use his hands to keep himself upright on the bed.
Instead he used his hands and mouth to worship your breasts, groaning with approval when you dragged your fingertips down his back.
You threw your head back, lips parted as you continued to roll your hips into Merlin's, grinding your clit against his pubic bone.
The heat pooling in your belly was spreading out down your legs, you knew it wouldn't be long until you came undone again.
"Kiss my neck."
Merlin did has he was told, dragging his short fingernails down your spine over and over again, causing your skin to tingle in wake of his touch.
You kept your movements slow and steady until that familiar burst of energy fired its way through your body, Merlin's name spilling from your lips over and over.
You and Merlin fell back onto the mattress as you released your hold on each other, bodies becoming lax as you came down from sensual heaven.
Soft, sated laughter bubbled from your lips as Merlin coaxed your body to turn so your head was lying on the pillows and your heavy eyes slid closed.
You heard water dripping in a bowl, felt the warm cloths wipe you down from head to toe.
Merlin was especially gentle as cleaned between your legs, the involuntary shake of your legs as he tended to you gave away how sensitive you were feeling in the aftermath.
Your doting husband helped you sit up enough to take a few sips of water from a goblet before he laid you back down, pressing a kiss to your temple.
"Rest well, my beloved wife. I'll be having you again in the morning."
Your heart skipped a beat at his promise before your body gave into the slumber it so desperately craved.
Thanks for the tag @dahliaingellvar and @amellderiva â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
One day you'll stop being a smart-ass. And when that happens, I'm gonna mark that day in my calendar and celebrate it annually.
I have some ideas outlined and somewhat written, but I'm certain this work will get out of google dox eventually. Along with those unedited fics for dreadrook week
Not sure who's writing or not, so I'll just go with @mariyekos @demialwrites @icycoldninja no pressure
"Steve Stephenson Smith, did you or did you not kidnap Lenny the mountain goat from the zoo and let it rampage through our workplace, so you could have the microwave to yourself at lunch?"
Genesis wanted to say thank you, wanted to say "don't leave", but somethingâsomething festering bone-deep and older than his prideâkept him silent. He couldn't stand how fragile he felt. Not in body, but in spirit. Like his identity had molted with the sweat and fevers. What was he now? A sickly, fragile version of someone once gilded in crimson?
Tagging: @chocobochaserstories @ilminnestrone @violetinkclouds @foreststarflaime @banorawhite @decadentblazewolf @demialwrites @theghostavocadoe @verysmolspams @mojavejourneys +anyone who wants to join
Ty for the tag! Oh thatâs amazing pumpkin I love
My thing is from an original short story instead of a fanfic this time bc I was doing my creative writing final lastâitâs about a young depressed queen trying to convince the immortal knight raised by a necromancer for the sole purpose of defending her to live for itself
The tip of its sword wavered. It thought of fireflies in a rare moment of peace. It remembered how happy they had both been, then. It never felt that, when it was so focused on its singular task. It didnât feel much of anything then, not really.
âGo. Find all the best meadows for me,â Lilia whispered, stepping from its side.
Tagging hmmm no pressure @prismaticpichu @altocat @kat-likes-writing @certifieddragonenjoyer @an-egghead
Ooh thank you for tagging me! Sorry I didn't see this sooner, I'm not on tumblr very often!
And omg your story premise and characters sounds amazing!!
Here's a little snippet for chapter 2 of Writing Fanfiction on Company Time where Genesis starts writing self-insert romance fanfiction with Sephiroth and Angeal then recruits them as his beta readers after changing the character's names.
Okay, yay. Thank you for tagging me @catsmical & @shehatescoffee <3
Hereâs the last line I wrote for a draft/outline, and then because this isnât actually the last thing I wrote, hereâs the dialogue I wrote down last night half awake because Iâve been hallucinating for a fic Iâve hardly written anything for.
Tagging, though no pressure, @chiarrara @bigheartyradish & @thedarknesseater (sorry if i double tagged you :p)
Apologies it has taken me SO long to get to this, you know how it is. Thought my last written line would be from the main WIP, but apparently its from the unfinished kinktober piece I attempted at the start of last month, so enjoy a little glimpse of that I suppose/don't judge my first ever published even HINT of smut too harshly lmao
Then a playfulness entered her gaze, one brow lifting slightly as she curled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck now. âWell, maybe if youâre a good enough boy for me, you can have me later.â
Good lord who do I tag for this uhhhhh let's see who have I been reading a lot of recently that isn't luna...... hey @a-breath-of-pipeweed @loganwritesprobably @mentality-project @mlm-writer I like ur stuff a lot but no pressure if you're not feeling it <3 (this is a sideblog in case you've never seen it before lol)
Hahahahahaha, okay babe @jessisnotnormal, you asked for it.
I did go trawling through my drafts looking for something tame, but each one was hornier than the last. Here it goes:
Another cry of pleasure, louder, tumbles from your mouth.
Your eyes never leave his as you stare at each other in the mirror.
His hand on your throat, the other stroking your clit, his mouth working that spot below your ear.
Ummm okay @sweetjedi @billysbabyy aaaand @isaacnights y'all are next...only if you wanna though, of course
Summary: While teaching himself some new magic, Merlin mixes up the wrong potion. The result? The two of you end up switching bodies.
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This morning Arthur had left on a hunting trip with the knights, thus giving Merlin the rare opportunity to have a few hours to himself. The young warlock decided to make use of this free time by trying out a new potion from one of the books Gaius had given him. Merlin finished mixing the concoction together and poured it into a cup before murmuring a low incantation, his eyes flashing gold. He raised the cup to his lips, taking a careful sip. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. No...it wasnât supposed to taste like that, according to the book. What had he done wrong? Merlin placed the cup back down on the table as he turned his attention back to the book, flicking through the pages. He was so engrossed in his task that he didnât hear you enter the room.
âAh, Merlin! Do you know where Gaius is? Heâs been summoned and Iâve been run ragged trying to find him...â you trailed off as you came to a stop by the table, eying the inviting cup in front of you.
âI could use a drink, Iâm so thirsty. You donât mind if I have a sip, do you Merlin?â you lifted the cup to your lips without waiting for an answer.
Merlinâs eyes grew wide as he realised his blunder before he turned his panicked gaze to you. âNo, donât!â
But it was too late - the damage had been done.
âUgh!â You set the cup down with a grimace, âthat doesnât taste like water.â
Merlin opened his mouth to respond to you, but you heard nothing. You were far too preoccupied with the strange feeling that came over you. You felt like you had been knocked off your horse with a lance - it was a peculiar sensation. You felt as if you were thrust back, then like you were falling, similar to the way your body would jerk when it was teetering on the edge of sleep. After what seemed like an age, you felt your feet hit solid ground. Which would have been a relief if you actually felt normal. You thought you heard Merlin groan next to you.
âMmm...â You let out a sound of dissatisfaction as you lifted your hands to rub your temples. Your head was pounding. âI feel so weird...what on earth was in that drink? Why does my voice sound so odd?â
You lifted a hand to your throat, only for your fingers to come into contact with a very prominent Adamâs apple and a hint of stubble. You froze as your eyes grew wide. That wasnât normal. You lifted your hands to your face, feeling over the structure of it before running your fingers through your hair. Only it wasnât your face or hair that you were feeling - definitely not.
âWhy does my chest feel so tight?â
Your eyes snapped over to the sound of the voice - your voice - and your heart just about leapt up into your throat at the sight in front of you. You were watching yourself - or at least your body - look very confused as your hands patted over your bound breasts. You felt the dread wash over you like a bucket of cold water, but you had to be sure.
âMerlin?â
You watched your body turn to face you, your face expressing the dread you felt.
â(Name)?â
Before you could even think to scream, Gaius entered the room. âMerlin! Perfect timing, I need you to go gather some herbs -â
âIâm not Merlin.â You interrupted the physician, in Merlinâs voice. In Merlinâs body.
Gaius raised an eyebrow at you until the real Merlin stepped forward and said: âI am.â
In your body. And your voice. Then Gaius raised both eyebrows.
It took a few minutes of explaining for the three of you to be on the same page. Once you overcame your initial shock regarding Merlin and his magical abilities, attention was drawn to the more pressing manner at hand - how to return Merlin and yourself back to your respective bodies. Gaius was sure that there was a book hidden somewhere in the library that would have the reversal spell needed to undo what had been done. Retrieving said book and finding the necessary spell would take time, however. So for now, there was a more pressing matter to sort at hand - the question of whether or not Merlinâs magical abilities had transferred out of his body along with him. Merlin insisted that a simple test would suffice - such as moving the pitcher of water on the table with your mind. Sure, it seemed simple enoughâŚand then you set the table on fire. After watching Merlin (in your body) and Gaius scramble to put it out with wide eyes, the panic set in.
âOh, noâŚI canât go out there.â
âDonât worry, (Name), I promise youâll be fine.â
âNo, no! Merlin, I canât! What if something happens? Theyâll kill you! I couldnât live with myself if something happened-â
Merlin places his (your?) hands on your (his?) shoulders and the panic dies on your tongue.
âNothing will happen. Weâre going to be fine. My magic only works when I put intention and will behind it. Just keep yourself calm and all will be well. Trust me.â
âMerlin.â Gaiusâ tone is straightforward and brooks no room for argument, âGo fetch the ingredients needed for the reversal spell. (Name) has run errands for my apothecary before, no one will question it.
Merlin nods, giving you a small, awkward smile that he probably intended to be comforting before leaving and Gaius fixes his eyes upon you.
âFollow me, we canât afford to keep King Uther waiting. Donât speak if you can help it, let me do the talking,â Gaius takes your (Merlinâs?) hand in one of his and gives it a gentle pat. âMerlin was right to tell you not to fret. He may have a penchant for magical mishaps, but he also is just as skilled as fixing them.â
You try to smile, but fear it comes out more like a grimace, âWe better hurry. Itâs been some time since I was sent to find you.â
âYes, and if Fortune smiles upon us at all, the Prince will be too busy enjoying his hunting party to even think of returning before noon.â
With that, you follow Gaius out of the safety of his and Merlinâs quarters to make haste towards the throne room. For the first time in your life, however, dread fills you at the thought of setting foot in the throne room. Dread trickles down your spine and you feel like youâre being carted off to the dungeons instead.
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(A/N:Â Another older insert reader from about two years ago that I finally got around to finishing. Hereâs one where Jonathan and Reader were both celebrating that neither of them had crossed paths with Batman for a whole week. Then things kind of heat up from there. Jonathan still needs the reassurance that Reader is being true in their relationship because heâs not used to that.
This is kinda related to my previous Jonathan Crane fanfics discussing Batmanâs opinion on their relationship.
Minors Do Not Interact with this.
Warnings:Â Minor angst, romance, first time together, lovemaking, hand job (both), unprotected sex, and mentions of Jonathan having past heartbreak.
Word Count:Â 2,124 words)
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A celebration was in order. A disguised excuse to be together and leaving adult responsibilities for another day.
Neither you nor Jonathan had crossed paths with the Batman for over a full work week. No captured Crane and you werenât wrangled into another lecture about being too close to Scarecrow.
Honestly, it was a relief.
Over at your apartment, Jonathan had prepared dinner. A little something warm, hot, and homey. You had insisted cooking was his secret skill. The meal and time together was lovely. Something you cherished.
Cleaning the dishes could had been worse, but at least the plate didnât break when it slipped from your grasp.
You were lucky. Yet it was a firm reminder to Jonathan and yourself that you were capable of being distracted.
Drying your hands, you could see Jonathan pushing his sleeves just that much further up to expose his forearms.
Could it be the glimpse of skin when he was otherwise all covered up?
Was it the lean muscle that lead to Jonathanâs dexterous hands?
Maybe you simply missed holding his hand after a long week?
Probably all of the above. And then some. You did adore the man for all that he was and would be.
The towel stilled in your hands as Jonathanâs arms encircled your waist.
âDo you have any after-dinner plans?â Asked Jonathan, his breath tickling your ear.
âI was thinking we could watch a movie,â you said and hung the kitchen towel up to dry. âMaybe share that really soft blanket I got a few weeks ago.â
âSounds very domestic.â
âAnd Iâm hoping to keep it that way. You know.â You gestured towards the windows on the other side of the living room. Ones that had been covered with curtains all evening.
âHe couldnât be that irritating.â Jonathan tightened his hold around you.
âItâs been a weekâŚâ
The two of you grew silent. Lost in thoughts of the Batman dropping by to lure you away from Doctor Crane. Again.
So much for getting handsy in the kitchen.
Sighing, your shoulders lowered. âI just wanted a little celebration with a sprinkle of romance. No fear of nocturnal creatures.â
Jonathanâs lips met your ear. âYouâre not afraid of him, are you?â
You tilted your head. âMore annoyed, I think.â
Humming, he pressed a firm kiss to your exposed neck.
âMore annoying still that weâre talking about him when I finally have you all to myself. A great feat these days.â You smiled contently as Jonathan continued giving slow, strategically placed kisses. âAndâŚwe could just shut off all the lights,â you suggested.
âSkip the movie.â
âGet under the blanket.â
âShare body heat.â
âAnd a few other things?â You folded your arms over Jonathanâs, hopeful.
His lips curved upward against your skin. Lean hips pressed closer to you from behind.
âIâll get the lights,â he whispered.
âMeet you on the couch.â
You turned your head and gave Jonathan a long, generous kiss. One you two would surely continue.
Jonathan slipped out of your grasp and gave you a head start. Stilling his hand by the light-switch, he was patient.
You were quick to cross the floor. Unfolding the new blanket in a rush, you laid it across the couch cushions.
In the second it took you to glance over to your partner, the apartment went dark. Save for the candles on the dining table that flickered, forgotten as you sat on the couch.
âHmm, this blanket is really soft,â you murmured.
âDebatable.â
His foot bumped yours on the floor.
âWith what?â You reached up and gently tugged him on the couch beside you.
In turn, he grabbed ahold of your thighs and pulled you fully on the couch, legs draped over his lap.
âWith whatâs underneath,â he said and gave your thighs a squeeze.
âSweet and suggestive words.â
âYou suggested we share other things.â He inched his fingers further up your thigh.
Humming quietly, you took your time as you unbuttoned his dress shirt. Working your way up, you listened to the sound of his breathing subtly changing. Fingers skimming over his heartbeat. Strong and more noticeable in the position you two were in. Then, having found his neck in the dark, you leaned in to kiss his throat.
Jonathan sucked in a breath.
Sliding your fingers along his skin, you pushed his shirt passed his shoulders, soon discarding it over the back of the couch. You took your time caressing his shoulders and arms. Kissing your way down his slender neck.
His fingers dug into your nice clothes. A soft moan left him as your hands explored his chest.
âIâve missed you.â You murmured. âAll of you. Your mind, your eyes, your voice, your touchâŚâ You kissed his lips slowly and whispered, âUndress me.â
Jonathan pulled at fabric feebly, too busy kissing you again.
Finding his hands, you guided Jonathan as he removed your clothes piece by piece. Slender fingers glided over your skin and eliciting small gasps from yourself as he touched with cold fingertips. Chills ran across your skin.
âIs this alright?â Jonathan asked softly and a little hesitant, hands stilled at your waist.
âIâm with you. Of course this is all right.â
Chuckling, he gave you a quick kiss. Then one more as you took his hands in yours once again.
The pair of you removed the rest of your undergarments before you straddled his lap. Jonathanâs hands rested along your upper back as he gazed upon you in the candlelight.
âYour body is as lovely as your mind.â
Pulling yourself in closer, you thanked your partner with a deep kiss. You felt his exhale as he held you to him. Chests warming between two quick heartbeats.
âI finally get you all to myself,â you whispered against his lips, running your fingers through his hair. âJust us.â You kissed a path down his skin.
âYes,â he breathed out, âIf anyone ruins this, Iâll give them three doses of feâ.â
His words were cut off as your teeth grazed his neck.
You pressed a kiss to his skin; likely reddening. âGood, but I think weâll be,â you pulled down the zipper of his trousers, âjust fine.â
âAgreed.â He swallowed.
Lifting up his hips and fussing around with more articles of clothes, soon Jonathan was as bare as you. Vulnerable and flustered with how close you two had become.
âYou okay?â You asked, palm against his burning cheek.
âSitting with anticipation.â
âYou and me both.â
Jonathan placed a hand over yours on his cheek and smiled.
Held together by languid kisses and roaming hands, the pair of you took your time. No rush to get anywhere later nor hide. Lovers memorizing the slight curves of the other. Discovering beautiful imperfections and how it felt to give passionate affections.
You knew Jonathan had held so many doubts before either of you had seen the otherâs apartment. To be wrapped around the other, bare and on your couch, was an enormous step towards ensuring each otherâs deep adoration.
âLet me take care of you a bit, yeah?â You delicately pushed up his glasses before slowly dragging that hand down his body.
Jonathan shivered under your touch. Yet not as much as when your hand grasped around his member.
You smirked, moving your hand up and down repetitively. Gently, of course, for your dear Jonathan.
He relaxed onto the couch. Soft moans leaving his lips every so often.
There was no need to hurry. Everyday came and went with many tasks. The time alone together in your apartment did not require any of that.
âYou look so gorgeous like this,â you confessed, feeling quite content with yourself.
To see your Jonathan comfortable and sighing in pleasure may have also given you a confidence boost. You were doing this with him. He deserved some time to unwind. To have his mind on something he never had before, not without lies at least.
You would never dare to consider the thought of hurting him. Seeing him burdened with his past was enough to claw at your own heart. You never wished to be the cause of it. Jonathan held a special place in your heart and always would.
Leaving the hold he had on your hips, one of Jonathanâs hands started exploring the wetness between your legs.
âOh.â He breathed out.
You closed your eyes. Loosing yourself in his touch.
Jonathan Crane was indeed an intelligent man. Inventive as he was caring, in your experience with him.
So why did it surprise you that he was giving as much as you were?
Perhaps subconsciously you imagined leading him by the hand with encouraging words as you shared body heat in the most unrestrained form of connection. Perhaps you thought heâd be too nervous. Perhaps, in your anticipation, you forgot how Jonathan had grown to initiate affection with you, his partner.
Could you be that silly or were you in love?
What was the difference?
Kissing his chin, you removed your hands from Jonathan.
âLay with me?â Reclining onto the cushions, the blanket was soft along your bare skin.
He nodded. Following after you and your body heat. Jonathan pressed multitudes of kisses across your shoulders and neck. All of them soft and barely hiding his rapid breathing. He kept himself propped up on his arms. Ones you gladly held onto.
A light gasp escaped him as you made room for him between your legs. In response, Jonathan laid an openmouthed kiss just below your ear. Delicately, he adjusted his hips to align with yours.
It was a wonder how close you could be and yet still not be close enough.
Rocking your hips, you aided his member to run along your folds. You closed your eyes at the pleasurable sensations that zipped through you. Between his kisses and his movements, it was beginning to consume your mind.
âI need you.â
Your whisper caused Jonathan to stop moving.
âAre you sure?â He asked, lifting his head to look at you properly.
âVery sure, Jonathan. And⌠Oh, please know I want this. You. Truly.â You cradled his face between your hands. âI want to be with you.â
Behind eyeglasses, emotions swirled in Jonathanâs eyes.
âJust us.â
Leaning down, Jonathan kissed you fervently. All lips and panting hot breaths. He released his emotions full heartedly.
You felt as he guided his tip to your entrance.
Your sudden moan startled him, if only for a second. He managed to see your smile. Amongst the semidarkness, he found one of your hands to hold.
âEasy,â you used your free hand to hold his hip as he eased himself into your warmth. A moan left you, mixing into a giddy laugh and back to a moan. âGood.â
âGood?â Jonathan asked, quirking up an eyebrow.
âVery.â You kissed his lips eagerly.
You almost came then.
Safe and adored, you could be in his arms forever. Just like that. In the quiet and peaceful night without a care of what happened outdoors. It was you and Jonathan. All you wanted.
A gasp shot out of you as Jonathan gave a particularly pleasant thrust. You tightened your hold on him.
âOh, Jonathan.â
Could you both have more?
More time together to explore domestic bliss and passionate moments between work life would be an extended goal. One you were adding onto each day whether consciously or not. You would be with Jonathan because you both wanted to. No one could convince you otherwise.
âDarlinâ, youâreâ,â Jonathan inhaled sharply, ââso beautiful.â His words raced out as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.
Your legs were squeezing around him, limbs locked tightly while you both met your pelvises together again and again.
âDonât stop. PleaseâŚÂ Jonathan.â
Sucking in much needed air, you shut your eyes. You let your body do what it craved, thrusting and quivering until it all came to a peak. It hit you like a wave.
Faintly, you could hear a ramble. A repetitive chant of your name.
You opened your eyes.
A loud gasp came from Jonathan as he quickly removed himself from you. His climax rushed through him quickly. Hands clasping the blanket as he came over you.
In a huff, Jonathan fell into your embrace. His hot breath fanned across your collarbone.
âWe did it,â he whispered breathlessly, almost to himself.
âAnd it was amazing by the way.â
You could almost picture him flushing at your words.
Kissing the side of his head, you wrapped your arms around his back.
âLater, do you wanna take a shower, handsome?â
âA shower?â
âYeahâŚâ You ran a finger along his spine. âYouâre welcome to stay over. Please?â
âI would not think to refuse.â Jonathan kissed your collarbone. âIâll surely sleep well with you, darlinâ.â
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