Fever

Character: Tom

Smut

Tom is at a local bar trying out his new song to his fans. How will they respond?

A/n: thank you @jessybarnes for betta reading this and @superdcchick for your help! I don't own the song it belongs to Elvis Presley (yes he sang this song look it up you wont regret it! Trust me!) Is the biggest inspiration of this fic. Anway i wanted to use Elvis's dance moves and his fans reaction and the Tom singing and the sceen when he is on stage in the movie "I Saw the Light" inspired this fic too(dont watch the movie if you dont want to get furious at Tom's character). Please enjoy!

The lights dim on the stage as the audience begins to gather around. Tom sits on a bar stool with a mic in his hand. He has a hat down covering his face and some of his black, curly hair adds the the ambiance of the song. 

The audience murmurs, wondering when Tom is going to start.  They can't tell underneath his hat, but he's watching them with a smirk on his face. He lifts the mic and starts singing. 

Never know how much I love you. 

Never know how much I care.

When you put your arms around me

I get a fever that's so hard to bear

As he sings, in a low jazzy-like voice, he looks around and he notices that the girls are hanging on his every word. He winks at them which earns him a scream. 

You give me fever when you kiss me. 

Some of the girls scream while others faint. 

Fever when you hold me tight.

Tom leans forward towards some girls right next to the stage and throws them one of his scarves. He chuckles briefly as the girls fight over it before continuing to sing.

Fever in the morning. 

Fever all through the night.

The drums are heard throughout the building as Tom gets up off his chair, walks a couple of steps, and moves his legs suggestivlely. His movements make the girls scream louder, provoking him more. 

Sun lights up the daytime.

Moon lights up the night. 

I light up when you call my name. 

And you know I'm gonna treat you right.

He bends down to gently grasp a lucky girl's hand, kissing it softly. Tom winks at her and stands back up to walk around the stage singing the next lines. 

Romeo loved Juliet. 

Juliet she felt the same. 

When he put his arms around her

He said Julie, baby, you're my flame.

Thou givest fever when we kisseth. 

Fever with the flaming youth. 

Fever I'm afire. 

Fever yea I burn for sooth. 

Captain Smith and Pocahantas. 

Had a very mad affair.

When her daddy tried to kill him

She said daddy, o, don't you dare.

He gives me fever with his kisses.

Fever when he holds me tight.

Fever, I'm his misses,

Oh daddy, won't you treat him right.

As the drummer plays, Tom shakes his body and the girls go crazy. He winks and finishes up his song. 

Now you've listened to my story

Here's the point that I have made.

Cats were born to give chicks fever

Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade.

They give you fever when you kiss them.

Fever if you live and learn.

Fever till you sizzle.

What a lovely way to burn.

What a lovely way to burn.

What a lovely way to burn.

He bends down, lifting a girl's head to look at her with a fire in his eyes. He takes his scarf and wraps it around her neck, causing her to faint.

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A really good story! Would also faint if I was her!

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭༺

“And here’s your drink, and there’s mine.” Ari placed the sparkly purple and blue drink on the coaster in front of you and then seated himself on the plush velvet barstool next to you holding up his whiskey glass waiting for you to clink your glass against his. You let out a small titter, picking up your glass “to a quiet night between friends.” Ari announced.

“To friendship and your extremely successful bar.” You added.The sound of your glasses colliding briefly covered the slow sombre tunes that Ari had playing through the bars speakers.

Ari took a quick sip and you followed suit, smiling at the lovely tasting drink he had made for you “It’s not that successful.” He stated humbly.

“You’re being way too modest right now. This place is packed almost every single day, it's rare to be able to get a place on the dance floor let alone a seat at the bar. People were almost rioting when you said you were closing early tonight. Those girls sitting at the bar watching you like hawks were especially angry.’

“Well, I have a very special person with me so of course I would close early.” You let out a series of dry laughs, causing Ari’s deadpan expression to turn into a frown. He placed his free hand on yours “Im being serious. You’re one of my only friends.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you took your hand back and began to dramatically list “What about Steve, Bucky, Sam, Lloyd-“

“Don’t mention those guys. They get on my nerves.” He sighed, eyebrows pinching together as he facepalmed.

“Sure they do.” You chortled “that’s why they come here and hang out with you every other day.”

“The only reason they come is too exploit me for free alcohol.”

I loved this! Sweet slightly Dom Ari helping out his best friend was so good, made me hope that things maybe change and they get together but even if they don't Ari will always be there for her and I love that ❤️

Shrine built of lies

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

From behind your eyelids you can feel a blaring light on your face, your body is uncomfortably warm; sweat rolling down your temple, your clothes damp—sticking to your body almost as if it was a summer afternoon, but it was October. Your mouth feels as if it’s stuffed with cotton wool—you move your tongue around and swallow to generate saliva, but a painful ache radiates in your throat as you do. There’s a mass of indistinct mumbling, so intune that it’s like the thrumming of a hive of bees. You keep your eyes closed, moving your hand across the cool stone feeling a smooth, waxy residue as you soak up the coolness. You don’t remember falling asleep and you definitely weren’t in your house, you think you must have fallen asleep during your lunch break.

Sluggishly you open your heavy eyelids, squinting as the light dominates your vision. Slowly you adjust, opening your eyes fully and you let your eyes wander around you. You’re surrounded by people in black robes, they’re hanging over you; they’re black hoods covering their face as they chant. You’re surrounded by heaps of long, white pillar candles, the hot wax dripping onto the stone slab you were laid on. You try to move your arm but the jangle of a chain pauses your movements, the copper scent of your own blood reaches your nose; your wrists are rubbed raw from you moving in your sleep. The people stop chanting and begin to shuffle away from you, moving as if they are all sewed together—so synchronised that it’s horrifying. As they move away you can see more of your surroundings. Intricately carved, Chalky, white pillars decorated with crooked crosses and dripping taper candles. You were in a cathedral, facing the massive wooden doors. The people at your feet began to part, allowing you to see two men approaching briskly. Their black robes more ornate than the others; decorated with silver and red embroidery, jewels and rosaries. At the bottom of the altar they split, one going to your left, the other going to your right. They pushback their hoods allowing you to see their faces, your eyes go wide.

“Hiya, Doll.” Bucky’s familiar smooth Brooklyn accent reaches your ears, and even though you’re chained to an altar, in clothes that are not your own and he and Steve are more than likely responsible. Your face burns and you begin to tingle, your hole fluttering in response to his voice.

Holy heck....this was something. The fact that the poor reader was lied too and was so blind sided made this even more tragic, but I'm sorta hopeful that the demon might be her savior (I say might be but it could it get any worse for the poor reader?) I loved how dark and scarily uncaring both Steve and Bucky were and I know they were supposed to be but holy crud they were written so well and I was honestly scared of them. This is a great dark fic and I was hooked right away, and I cannot wait to find out about the demon.

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

“How did I let you convince me to do this again, Pumkin?” Lloyd questioned in a huff, he stood in the doorway wearing his tight black turtleneck, which was your favourite, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his hairy, bulky arms, his vein rippling out of his skin like lightning bolts trailing down to his calloused hands.

“I promised you a reward afterwards.” You giggled passing him a kitchen knife, which he began chucking up and down “Lloyd that’s dangerous.” You warned, he smiled at the concerned look on your face

“I know what I’m doing, Pumpkin.” He threw it up in the air one more time, bumping the handle with his elbow as it fell, catching it with his hand and pointing it towards his pumpkin “You’ve got everything set out so nicely, like a little housewife.” He cooed, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his comment. You, a housewife…for him. You liked the idea, you couldn’t deny that; but the way he said, it like his words held so much more meaning behind them. You always loved when he complimented you, it made you feel so special. Nothing else in the world mattered except what Lloyd thought, what Lloyd said—he’d made you completely reliant on him. “L-Let’s get started…That pumpkins yours and this one's mine.” You cursed yourself for stuttering, Lloyd smirked at your brushing his large hand across your forearm before pulling his pumpkin closer to him on the newspaper. You followed suit, picking up your knife and beginning to cut a circle around the stem of the pumpkin—you had much more difficulty than Lloyd as tried to cut through the tough skin of the pumpkin.

“Are you sure you’re allowed to do this?”

“Of course I am! I know how to use a knife, Lloyd. I'm not a child. And then we can make pumpkin bread after this.” You huffed turning away from him and continuing to cut into the pumpkin.

Lloyd grabbed your chin turning you towards him “No, I mean because you’re a pumpkin; so this is murder and cannibalism. I never knew you were so devious, Pumpkin.” You opened your mouth to reply but no words left your mouth, you just stared at him with your mouth hanging open. He let you go and resumed carving his pumpkin, you closed your mouth and returned your own pumpkin, pulling the center out before you began digging out the seeds.

Your gaze drifted over to Lloyd as he held onto the pumpkin with one of his hands, the muscles shifting under his skin as he squeezed the skin of the pumpkin. The golden ring on his pinky finger glimmering in the light catching your attention briefly as you remembered the time he slipped it on to each one of your fingers trying to get it fit “it only fits your thumb, Pumpkin, you’re so tiny compared to me…Don’t worry I'll get you a ring just like this one so we can match.” He did get you a ring to match, it was perfectly tailored to the size of your pinky. Your eyes travelled up his arms, watching as his biceps tensed whilst he used a spoon to scoop out some of the pumpkins innards. You had to look away to stop yourself from drooling, Lloyd knew you were watching. He was taking his time on purpose, squeezing the firm outside of the pumpkin and intermittently letting out a soft grunt to toy with you. He loved to see the way you practically salivated over him—he always knew you adored his hands, his scent, his eyes, his body. He knew The parts you liked about him so he abused your weaknesses just to be able to watch you stumble over your words; just last week he caught you spraying some of his new cologne on one of his hoodies you’d stolen, so he instantly bought more of it. Lloyd broke the silence “I’m all up in this pumpkin's guts. Kinda like I was last night with you-“ You pout grabbing some of the mashed up pumpkin and throwing it at him “Hey! No throwing the pumpkin. God, it smells so bad.” His face contorts into disgust as he wipes it off his black turtleneck grimacing at the texture and wetness as he throws it on to the newspaper-clad counter.

You giggle, letting a devious smile spread across your lips “Then don’t be such a perv, we’re meant to be doing a wholesome activity for once.” You cross your arms and arch an eyebrow at him.

“There’s nothing wholesome about the way you were looking at my hands, Pumpkin, don’t think I didn’t see you.” Your face heats up in embarrassment and without thinking you smear your pumpkin covered hands across his stupid attractive face “Oh that’s it!” Lloyd picked up the knife he’d been using to carve the pumpkin and hovers it underneath your chin, gently gliding the blade against the delicate soft skin of your throat, the juice of the pumpkin on the knife leaving a sticky trail “I’ve played nice for long enough, now it’s time to have fun. You like that idea don’t you, Pumpkin? Your thighs are clenching. I decided to be nice and play along with your desire to carve pumpkins, and you return the favour by being a brat.” He leans down to your ear, his hot breath fanning at the sensitive skin “Good thing I like it when you’re a brat.” He whispers, rubbing the bristles of his moustache against the shell of your ear, relishing in the whine that escapes from your lips as he sucks on your earlobe. He knows it’s sensitive, he’s teasing you. You wipe your hands on the tea towel you’d set out and then rest your now clean hands on his shoulders for support as he continues to attack your sensitive ears. Lloyd moves down from your ear to your neck, licking a stripe from your jaw to clavicle. He settled at your collar bone, suckling at the thin skin and running it through his teeth. You buried your fingers in his cropped hair, fiddling with the styled top till strands of his hair were falling onto his forehead in curls.

You rub your thighs together, relishing in the friction, as he drags the knife down your neck to your torso, pressing harder so you can feel the blade through the crew neck of his that you were wearing. He drew crescents beneath reach of your breast before travelling further down. Lloyd pressed hot opened mouth kisses to your throat as he bunched the sweater at your hips “Only panties? How naughty.” Lloyd purred, sucking a hickey into your neck.

He ran the cool blade of the knife along your thigh, bringing it ever so close to the apex of your hips tracing your folds with the blunt side of the blade before running it back up your torso, across your chest and back to your neck; outlining your collar bones then your trachea and settling just below your jaw. He stared down at you, you swore those eyes could see into the depth of your soul. You followed the slate outer ring that faded into a bright blue—one glance into those eyes made any bad day better. His pink lips curved into a smile and he pulled the knife away from your throat, raising the blade in the air threateningly.

Lloyd stabbed the knife into his pumpkin and then picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He gave you a quick kiss “We’ll finish carving later, I want my reward now.” He kissed you again, but this time he deepened it; slipping his tongue into your mouth intertwining it with yours before catching your bottom lip with his teeth and tugging at it “What do you say, Pumpkin? Want me to be all up in your guts?”

‘I’d like that.” You titter as he strides with you up the stairs towards the bedroom. Pumpkin carving will have to wait after all.

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I loved how this started out so cute with the reader and Lloyd carving pumpkins and ended up cute and smutty. Reader and Lloyd are so adorable especially when Lloyd made the comment about Pumpkin carving pumpkins being murder and cannibalism. Also the end line about wanting to be in her guts was so corny and cute I loved it!

Below the lily pads🪷

You plopped down on the couch with a huff, that was the final box. You’d finally finished unpacking everything and now you could relax. You raised your head and glanced into your new garden, which was the woods connected to your property. The sky was dark, aside from the silvery glow of the moon and stars which hung in the velvet blanket of the cobalt night sky—it was going to get way darker. The thought of being unable to see into your backyard, which was now so much larger than before, made your stomach churn “Buy outdoor lights, noted.” You slowly rose from the couch staring suspiciously out into the thicket of dark fir trees, if you stared for long enough you could see movement, one day of being here and your eyes were playing tricks on you already making you paranoid “I’m going to go mental here, aren’t I?” You joked, turning away from the darkness outside your french doors and instead turning your attention to your beautifully lit kitchen. Your stomach rumbled lowly, it was way later than you thought and the day of unpacking had left you famished.

Looking at the contents of your fridge made you sigh, you had enough for a basic meal but nothing fancy. You grabbed the two cloves of garlic you had left, the random half of an. onion and the two tomatoes rolling around freely in the fridge draw and dumped them on the countertop “Pasta it is…Do I even have any pasta.” You stood on your tiptoes opening the cupboard and began to rummage, you had enough spices to open a spice market, stocked up on medications, hot chocolate mix, extra coffee and an assortment of herbal teas, but no pasta. You said a silent prayer as you opened the next cupboard and there it was, a half empty box of spaghetti “Thank all that is holy!” You exclaimed, placing it on the counter as you pulled out a pot and a pan and put it beside the spaghetti. You swayed along to the enchanting sound of man singing as you filled the pot with water and placed it on the stove, it was a song you’d never heard before. You began to hum along, turning to your record player curiously to see what record you’d put on. It wasn’t on. You hadn’t put any records on. There were no houses for miles, you were alone in the middle of the woods; so there was absolutely no way it was from a neighbour. You threw open one of the draws and pulled out the biggest knife you owned, the blade glimmering in the overhead lighting of the kitchen as you held it defensively up in the air. Standing as still as possible, you stopped breathing momentarily to listen, your heart thumping in your ears as you cautiously stepped towards the singing. The sound was coming from outside. Biting down on your lip you tiptoed towards the glass, squinting in an attempt to see outside. You pressed your face to the chilly glass, goosebumps rippling across your skin. You couldn’t see anything but the reflection of your house's Interior.

This was so good and equally tragic all around, I felt scared and upset for the reader being in such a situation that you know you're dying but can't do anything to stop it.

"I can't wait to start a family with you, Doll. You're going to be such a good Mommy"

Both upset and made me mad, I was upset that he neither didn't realize or didn't care that he killed her, and that also made me mad that he was more worried about family than what was going on with the reader.

I have loved all the monstertober stories so so dark but also so good too cannot wait for the next ones!

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꩜ WEEK TWO! — the lawful zombie.

꩜ WEEK THREE! — the big bad werewolf.

꩜ WEEK FOUR! — a not-so serial killer.

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Something about dark versions of characters that is 100% my go button

Happenstance P.T. 4: First touch

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

P.T 3 P.T 5

Bucky Barnes x Reader

"C’mon, Steve," you say stubbornly, following him close behind. 

"No", he turns around, interrupting your speech. You roll your eyes at the authoritarian voice he puts on, so typical of him. 

"Look, he’s getting better, but he can’t stay cramped up in that fucking room," you object. "It’s been over two weeks since I got here and not once have I seen him get out of there. And honestly, it’s starting to stink in there, "you explain. The combination of sweat, dirt, and dried blood wasn’t the most pleasant one. You had done your best to clean up the blood that sat below him, but the smell never left. "He needs to get his head cleared out." 

Steve turns around, looking out of a nearby window. He knows you’re right. It’s no secret that Bucky's mental state is not in a good place, but letting him go outside imposes a great risk he’s not sure he wants to take.

"You don’t even know if he’ll actually come out," he counters, unsuccessfully trying to dissuade you. 

"I know he will, I’ll make him," you say. Steve’s brow rises in amusement. 

"And you think he’ll listen to you?" he retorts. 

Ok so I might have read this before reading the other parts but now I'm hooked and am going to binge the rest of it. It's so good ❤️ there was just enough angst but not tom much and it was slightly fluffy which is always good.

All of this gimme.... Right now! Needy Eddie Munson is a menace and I for one am here for it! I loved this because I adore Eddie and thinking of him being so needy and whine would end me.

I Burn for You (Literally)

Bucky Barnes x plus size reader

A day in the sun has serious consequences, like getting cock-blocked

WC: 1.8k

A/N: This was written for my best friend in the world who I'm completely in love with and is my platonic soulmate

Minors DNI

1000 Follower Celebration

The white sand beneath your feet was blazing as you ran back up to the mega mansion Tony bought specifically for an Avengers’ vacation. Well, he actually bought the fucking island and then had a house built but those are semantics.

Me needing to get a sunburn to have someone take care of me ♥️ I loved this nothing makes me happier than Bucky taking care of his doll 🥰

Oh Michael ❤️❤️ Need more Michael smut to bless my eyes

Repopulate Masterlist

Summary: Thanos won; the Avengers lost. Now the government decided the world needs repopulation. You find yourself bound to a man you will have to call your husband from now on. Can you work things out?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, former OMC Mark x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad reader, cheating?, rejection, Nomad Steve, forced marriage/arranged marriage, Steve being a douche, comforting, fluff, violence, fighting, smut

This series takes place after the snap leading toward the storyline of Endgame (I do not follow Marvel’s exact storyline or ending, tho.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Epilogue

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An excellent read and n really enjoyed it, give it a read