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hotdilfs11 · 8 months

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Mafia Boss-Thomas Shelby x Reader pt 1

✩summary: The Shelby knew this girl when she was very little. However, when her mother passed away (at 16) everything changed and everyone drifted away from each other. Now after seven years Veronica is a mafia boss in her fathers business. Her father. sent her to Birmingham on business, will this play off well?

✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby

✩warnings:mention of death

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I’m a mafia boss, or soon to be. My father is the boss of The Hawthorns Estate, along with my brothers, who are my father's right hand. A little backstory: I grew up in Birmingham with my mother. I was always around the Shelby boys, especially Thomas ever. since I was a little girl. They were all older than me. John was 17, Thomas was 18, and Arthur was 21. Anyway, Tommy and I were so close that anytime I had a complaint about anyone, he'd be the one to back me up and protect me. However, that changed drastically when my mother got ill when I turned fifteen years old. She never got better and died a year later, after my sixteenth birthday. It was devastating to watch my mother die slowly. The Shelbys were there for me when she passed away, and they were also willing to take me in since I didn't know who my father was.

DAY OF FUNERAL IN THE CEMETERY

As the Shelbys and I started walking through the cemetery to put my mother to rest, Four black cars pulled up in a straight line before my mother's funeral. Two Jeeps, one BMW, and one big Land Rover Polly was behind me, reassuring me. She had her right hand on my shoulder and her pocketbook in her free hand. Tommy was beside me on the left, close to me, making sure no one could hurt me, then John and Arthur on the left and right behind me. All four of them were ferociously protecting me.

"Who the fuck is that?" Polly said with a mean British accent. She didn’t want anyone to bother me at all, especially at my mother's funeral. Poll and Thomas looked at each other in concern as the cars started parking one by one in the line at the cemetery. “Tommy, sit here with her”, Poll said as she started walking up to these mysterious black cars. Tommy nodded and stood closer to me. He put one of his rough hands around my waist. I felt the warmth radiating off of his hands as he squeezed my waist letting me sink into him.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Poll screamed at the parked cars. As Poll was walking up to the cars, two men started getting out. Big, bulky, and scary, in black suits with sunglasses. The men began to open the doors of the BMW and the Jeep. Four other men climbed out of the cars with suits on. One had curly hair, was dark-skinned, slightly built, and tall; he kind of looked like me. The other two had olive-colored skin, jet-black hair; they were also tall; however, one was a little bit shorter with a strong build, and the other was tall with a medium build. Then the last guy He was old, maybe fifty years old, pale, big-boned, and also tall; he had to be about “6’7”.

Tommy pulled me a little bit closer to his warm, muscular body; he was practically hovering over me. John and Arthur also inched closer to me, also standing behind Tommy.

"Who the fuck are you?” Poll says she is concerned about realizing how tall all of these men are, but she doesn't let that stop her one bit.

"Who the fuck are you, I may ask?” the older one said in a heavy Italian, New York.

"I asked you first," Polly said, walking up to him.

"That girl over there, I’m her father, and these are her brothers now; what are your relations with my daughter along with those three boys over there?" He says

Poll looked back at us, concerned, and then looked back at the guy she was talking to with a brave look painted on her face. "What’s your name, I might ask?" she says, looking up at the older gentleman.

"My name is Hamilton Hawthorn; these are my sons," he says as he starts pointing at each of them.

"My oldest Ambrose," he said, pointing to the one with the curly hair. "My second oldest Cyrus," he pointed to the tall one with the jet black hair, and finally, my youngest Alexander," he pointed to the shorter one with the slightly bigger build.

"Now my daughter over there is the second oldest out of all of them. I’ve come to get her; she’s coming to New York with me.” Hamilton demands

“Fuck," Polly whispers to herself, looking at her feet.

She turns away from Hamilton to look back at all of us. "Veronica dear, come please!" she yells in a sorrowful voice.

I hesitantly started walking to Polly; however, I got stopped by Tommy. He grabbed my hand, tightening his grip, and gave me an unsure expression along with the other Shelby boys. Polly sees what’s happening and yells, "It’s okay, boys." Tommy slowly lets go of my hand as I start to walk over to the strange man. I was feeling apprehensive as I got closer and closer to Polly, unsure about what was about to happen.

When I got to Polly, she grabbed my shoulder and gave me a weary smile as she said, "This is your father, Hamilton, and these are your brothers. Ambrose, Cyrus, and Alexander"

I frowned at Polly in confusion. "So that means..."

"It means you're not staying in Birmingham, dear. After this, we’ll have to say our goodbyes," she says as tears start to form in her eyes, but she still keeps a brave face.

"But I,I, no Polly,” my voice started to crack, scared for what was going to happen. I look back to see the Shelby boys standing there for one last time, and then I look at Polly with sadness painted on my face. Polly stands in front of me with a fearless look on her face. She grabbed both of my shoulders tight and said, “You are the bravest girl I’ve ever met. Braver than me when I was your age, and braver than those boys up there. I’m so bloody proud of you and what you've become." We both start to tear up, and we gracefully hug each other for a long time, not wanting to let go of each other.

When the funeral ended, I said my heartfelt goodbyes to each of the Shelbys and went off to New York.

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Michael Myers in Ambrose

2k words | Michael Myers x f!Reader | NSFW

It's International Fan Works Day Feb 15 with the theme of crossovers. This puts Michael Myers in a House of Wax AU where Bo Sinclair wears a one-piece mechanic suit and Michael needs a new one.

Michael hangs Bo's jumpsuit over the bed of the truck, then unlaces his own boots and steps out of them. When Michael stands back up, he unzips his own jumpsuit. You're captivated. His big arms emerge and you can see his pecs under a navy undershirt similar to Bo's. They both look slutty with their muscles stretching their too-small shirts.

Michael rails you after the gif while Bo is unconscious. And you do enjoy it.

18+ Noncon, manhandling

If you already read this unabridged & unbetaed on AO3 I'm sorry it was so bad lol.

If you're wondering about the logic of Michael being there, originally the bf was John Tate from H20 and y'all were on a road trip and Michael followed but it was a hot mess.

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"Ya need a fan belt. . . Is that so?" Bo smiles broadly and looks down, bemused. His sleeves are rolled up and his bronze forearms flex as he crosses his arms. "Where'd your boyfriend go?"

"He went for help. He thought he saw someone in the wax museum, so he followed them in."

Bo looks at you like that's the most interesting thing he's ever heard. "And he left you all alone here, huh?" He turns his head and spits out his toothpick, then steps even closer, closing the gap between you. He smells like sweat and oil and man. He cradles your chin with a grimy hand. Your lips are only a few inches from his. "How bad do you need it?"

The blood drains from your face, then shamefully pools somewhere lower. You say nothing. You look over your shoulder like your boyfriend is going to come back any minute. On the back of the pick-up truck, a sticker catches your eye, the silhouette of a pin-up with her knees spread.

"He ain't coming back, darlin," Bo says, grinning. His pearly teeth are quite the contrast to his dirty face. "I'll help you out though, I will," he says softly. He brings his lips to your ear, pressing his cheek against yours. "Just be a good girl for me." That sends a tingling rush to your core and you're frozen. Your heart races.

Bo pulls back to see your facial expression. He laughs to himself then looks you up and down again, letting the silence linger. "Okay, I can get you a fan belt. I was just fixin’ to close up, though," he says. He goes to the rolling door and starts to close it, but it gets stuck. His uniform hugs his shapely ass as he bends down with it and tries with all his weight. The door won't close, though.

A large, rough hand stops the door at the bottom. Then, the hand begins to push it back up. At first, you assume it's your boyfriend, until you see the huge work boots. Bo struggles against the hand and you can only see little by little. You can tell from the legs it's an imposing man. Bo grunts as he pushes it down. The door creeps up a little more and you can't help but notice whoever he is is packing. He also seems to be another mechanic, but something is strange. One side of his suit is tattered and covered in something.

The door keeps lifting, revealing more of this huge man - his broad chest, a thick arm. One side of his collar is popped and the other is glued down by a mess of wax. Bo gives up and watches the man in awe, hands on his hips, waiting to see what he wants. The door finishes rolling up, and instead of a face, you see the mask of Michael Myers. He should be dead, but the sinister air about this man leaves no doubt in your mind that it's really him.

Michael stands patiently with his hands to his sides and subtly wiggles the fingers of one hand. Bo looks confused. Maybe the folks out here in Ambrose hadn't even heard of Michael. Michael turns toward you.

Bo says, "Hey man, who-" but Michael cuts him off with a huge hand around his throat, then forces him against a wall of tools. Bo reaches out and grabs a huge wrench off the wall and his forearm flexes desperately as he thumps Michael in the head with it. Michael staggers back, disoriented.

Bo lunges for you and to your surprise says, "come on, Darlin" as his large, dirty hand grabs yours. He covers your body and tries to get you to the office door.

Michael grabs Bo by the fabric of his suit and throws him against the truck. They struggle, but Michael puts Bo in a sleeper hold until his body goes limp. He's unconscious.

Michael seems to have forgotten about you. You stand there frozen, afraid to make any sudden moves.

Michael pins Bo against the truck with his hips and starts undressing him, exposing Bo's tan, muscular biceps. Michael has the jumpsuit half off him when he lets the dead weight slump to the ground. He takes off Bo's shoes and removes the jumpsuit completely. As the jumpsuit slides over Bo's boxers it briefly hitches on what appears to be a massive erection. Michael had to have felt it against him when he pinned him to the truck.

Bo is left with only a navy undershirt and engorged boxer briefs. With his arms and legs bare, you're struck by how strong he is. If Michael was able to overpower Bo with relative ease, he could surely snap you in half like a twig.

When Michael lowers the zipper below belt-level your eyes are drawn back to his crotch. You feel a pang of anticipation in your throat. He pulls down the jumpsuit and, oh my. His underwear is tight enough to leave no doubt that he's very aroused. Something flutters in your core. He lets the jumpsuit fall to the floor.

Michael lazily takes Bo's uniform off the truck and starts putting it on. He has to push down on the hardness of his briefs with one hand to be able to zip up. God, that makes you so wet. He's left with an obnoxious bulge. The arms are a little tight on him, too. Your unwelcomed arousal intensifies. Finally, both his hands come to the collar and pop it up so it frames the mask. He looks so imposing and striking that you audibly gasp.

Michael abruptly looks in your direction. You think about running, but you don't move. He walks toward you slowly. You can't take your eyes off his bulge. He seems to notice, because when he stops within arm's reach of you, he looks down at himself before he looks back up and grabs you by the throat and jaw.

Michael lifts you several inches off the ground. You try to scream, but you're choking. He pivots toward the back of the pick-up truck. Your limbs flail as he holds you with one hand and uses the other to unlatch the tailgate in one swift motion and put it flat. He slams you face down onto the bed of the truck. You get up on your knees enough to start crawling away, toward the cab of the truck, but you don't get far before he jerks you back down toward him. His hands wrap around your hips and pull you to the edge.

Your shirt rides up and cool metal chills your abdomen as Michael slides your thighs off the tailgate and your feet kick for the ground. He unbuttons your jean shorts then sends them to the floor. You try to move, but a massive hand on your back slams you back down as his other hand gropes you and the pressure of his middle finger wedges your thong into your ass. He pries your legs open from behind.

Your drenched thong barely covers anything. Michael easily pushes it aside. You feel his digits slide against your folds and you're humiliated by how wet you are. A thick finger plunges inside you and you grunt. He fucks you with two fingers for a few seconds then withdraws his hand and begins to unzip himself. At the sound of his zipper, your cunt thirstily replaces whatever moisture he took with him. You silently curse yourself, then accept you're going to need it.

You're face down on the bed of this truck, ready for the taking, and you can feel Michael Myers looking at your exposed ass like a piece of meat. You glance back and see his jumpsuit fall down and hang around his ass. Then, within seconds you feel his shaft pressing hot and hard against your crack. I mean, rock-hard. His jumpsuit presses against the back of your legs. He spreads your thighs with his knee and lays a massive hand on the small of your back, holding you steady on the flatbed of the truck. You tilt your hips to give him better access to your cunt, telling yourself it's that or your ass.

A few seconds later, you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance. It's big. You feel it against your inner thighs, too. He huffs as he pushes the head inside and you wince as it stretches you. . The stretch initially hurts, but you're so wet that it starts to feels good. You can't deny part of you wants to be filled even more. He puts both hands on your hips for leverage, then shoves more of himself inside. He pauses for only a second then jerks you back on his shaft and sheaths himself entirely in your poor little cunt. He retreats a little, then thrusts again, hitting that spot deep in your core. Your shirt rides up more and your belly button ring scrapes against the metal of the flat-bed.

He reaches down and grips your thighs. He holds you face-down like a wheelbarrow at the end of the truck, using your thighs to pull you back deeper, harder. You slide against the cold metal, your belly button clinking. Each thrust seems deeper than the last until he can't possibly fit any more of himself. He fucks you slowly, and you feel a knot forming in your core. You find yourself actively meeting his thrusts. He speeds up and you feel hotter, weaker, more desperate, ready to unravel. You're on the edge of climax when his hands tighten around your thighs and you're jolted back into him, harder than ever.

The tension in your core explodes all at once. As you see stars, you clench tight around him, your whole body tensing every few seconds. Then, as you're still riding guilty waves of pleasure, you feel him pulse violently into you, and you're pumped full of his hot cum. Michael breathes heavily in his mask. You lie there weak and deflated, catching your breath.

He shoves you almost all the way back onto the bed of the truck for safe keeping while he zips up. Your feet still dangle off and you're still face down. You hear a series of loud thuds as the truck dips under his weight. Michael stands still, feet straddling you. You finally flip over on your back and watch him loom over you. He crouches down between you and the cab of the truck. You lift your chest and head up and he grabs you under the armpits and drags you, leaving a snail trail of cum, until you’re up against the cab. He gently positions your legs so you’re in the same pose as the pin-up silhouette on the sticker.

Michael leaves the garage wearing Bo’s uniform. Your face is hot and your eyes well up, but you stay posed like that for some reason. After a few minutes, you hear rustling from the ground and finally leave the artful pose to get on your knees and peer over the side of the truck

Bo is alive. He squints up at you and brings his hand to the back of his head. "What happened, Darlin'?" You feel the strangest urge to take care of him.

#Michael Myers x You #House of Wax AU #michael myers smut #non-consensual #michael myers x reader #ifd2023 #ifdchallenge2023 #toxicanonymity ☠️#michael myers fanfic #bo sinclair fanfic #slasher fucker #slasher fanfiction

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greatlydelirious · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧

I always tell you guys I’m working on stuff, but I wanted to share the specific fics I’m currently working on.

All is Fair - Aemond Targaryen x F!Reader

summary: Arranged marriages are commonplace to keep peace in times of approaching war, but what happens when the people meant to be wed have a sorted history?

warnings: rough smut, fluffy aftercare, minor injury

Immortal She - Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

summary: Tommy Shelby becomes infatuated with the Solomons sister who has more lives than a cat and sharper wit than a whip.

warnings: smut, slow-burn, angst, injury, violence, fluff

Forever Jealous - Bo Sinclair x F!Reader

summary: When a new group stumbles into town you catch the eye of one of the men with your tight outfit and sweet smile. Bo doesn’t like it. Not one bit.

warnings: rough smut, PDA, possessive behavior, angst, fluff

Crucible of Desire (VI) - Karl Heisenberg x F!Reader

summary: There is only one thing to do with a witch.

warnings: heavy angst, violence, injury, fluff, smut, possessive behavior

Etched in Blood - Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

summary: Love is more than skin-deep.

warnings: angst, mentions of past trauma, soft smut, fluff

When I’m Gone - Captain John Price x F!Reader

summary: “No strings attached” doesn’t work when you’re madly in love.

warnings: major injury, slight gore, angst, possessive behavior, fluff, heavy petting, implied smut, happy ending

Old Habits - Kratos x F!Reader

summary: Kratos worked hard to change himself from the impulsive, angry man he once ones. However, old habits come to the surface when another man tries to take what's his.

warnings: smut, possessive behavior, manhandling, jealous Kratos, fluff

Of Gods and Men - Kratos x F!Reader

summary: The duality of love and grief is something not only men, but Gods struggle to come to terms with. Fate is tested when this concept gets in the way of a destined pair.

warnings: slow-burn, angst, mentions of violence, injuries, fluff, heavy petting, love confessions, love triangles, smut, lore heavy

Friend or Foe - Heimdall x F!Reader

summary: Heimdall will always prove a point.

warnings: smut, established relationship, sparring, power imbalance, Heimdall being his smug self

Late Night Confessions - Lester Sinclair x F!Reader

summary: The youngest Sinclair was star-struck by you since the day you stumbled into Ambrose. Little does he know that you’ve fallen for him as well.

warnings: heavy petting, over clothes smut, fluff, Bo being a dick

I’m going to go dark again so I can get most of these finished because I get very easily distracted. I’ll probably only reappear to post a finished fic and dip right after to finish another one and repeat that cycle until I get these done.

#aemond targaryen x reader #tommy shelby x reader #bo sinclair x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #john price x reader #kratos x reader #heimdall x reader #lester sinclair x reader #simon riley x reader

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 3 months

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Misc. Tag Game! ✨

thank you for the tags @ronald-speirs @panzershrike-pretz and @sharkboyandlavalieb !!!

Made by the amazing @ronald-speirs 💖

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

Hmmm I’m gonna have to go with when my mom, sister, and I all went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday! It was so much fun and just an incredible experience 💕

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Probably continuing my therapy journey! I’ve been in therapy continuously since I graduated in 2020 and I feel like I’ve made some good progress! I’m proud of myself for not giving up when things felt impassable

Favorite books?

Soooo i’m not too big on reading but something I will read over and over again is the fruits basket series!!!! That’s the only book series I’ve read in its entirety and I love every bit of it!!!

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

It’s not the dart scene at the start of replacements idk what you’re talking about

Favorite thing about your culture?

About being American? I guess just the fact that BoB is American 🤣

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

Umm i think in April ‘23?? @dontirrigateme and I had just watched the x-men first class movies and wanted to watch more James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender, so of course we watched BoB… the world has never been the same

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I’m trying to read Ambrose’s book right now, but I have Winters’ Beyond Band of Brothers, Guarnere and Babe’s book, and a couple others on my shelf!! (if anyone finds Webster’s shark book i promise you my first born for a copy of that)

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Oh goodness there’re so many!!! Ummm well right now I’m going thru a Liebgott phase oml the man makes me FOAM AT THE MOUTH so I’m gonna go with when he tends to Talbert on the Night of the Bayonet, like Liebgott is known for his temper and fighting but here (and with Tipper) you can see he’s an absolute SWEETHEART AAAA I WOULD DIE FOR JOSEPH DAVID LIEBGOTT

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

I’ve just recently started writing for BoB!! I also have some Pokemon x BoB collages that I’ve made 🥰

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

Johnny Depp hands down, and absolutely pirates of the caribbean, it’s just all-around lovely and whimsical and amazing (fun fact till like middle school i had no idea what Johnny Depp actually looked like because my only references for him were Captain Jack Sparrow and Willy Wonka and they just did not look the same to me 🤣)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

I think I’ve said this before, but it’s a quote from my blorbo Vincent Van Gogh, “I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

My dad’s retired Navy, so I grew up moving around until he retired when I was about 8!

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

ASDFDL I WOULDN'T MIND HAVING A BETA READER

Three things that make you smile? (I’m watching BoB rn so this is about to be BoB momes)

“CURRAHEEEEEEE!”

“We salute the rank not the man”

“I’m John Wayne! The costume department set me up with these nice navy whites, what do ya think!?”

Any nicknames you like?

Honestly I just feel warm and fuzzy when given any nickname, I’ve been called Em, Emmy, Ems, my favorite might be “Yellow,” I’ve had three separate best friends give me this nickname just cuz they associate me with the color yellow and sunshine vibes ✨

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

ASDJ:LKF THERE ARE SO MANY @dontirrigateme @panzershrike-pretz @ithinkabouttzu @executethyself35 @ronsparky @love--persevering @ronald-speirs @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @xxluckystrike @venus-haze @thicccqueyoongimin @joetoyesbrassknuckles101 @neptunes-blue @ewipandora @hanniewinnix @sharkboyandlavalieb @footprintsinthesxnd @mutantmanifesto @jump-wings @malarkgirlypop @mads-nixon @blueberry-ovaries @coco-bean-1218 @b00ks1ut AND SO SO MANY MORE I'M SORRY IF I DIDNT TAG YOU I PROMISE I LOVE YOU

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Cry and die probably

Favorite movie?

Bohemian Rhapsody, the Mummy, and Pirates of the Carribean, and the Blair Witch Project!

Do you like horror movies? YES!! Especially found footage movies!!

No pressure tags!! @dontirrigateme , @ithinkabouttzu , @executethyself35 , @neptunes-blue , @thicccqueyoongimin , @love--persevering , @jump-wings , @blueberry-ovaries and anyone else who wants to do this!!! 💖

#tag game #i love my moots #band of brothers #hbo #hbo war #easy company #emily shut up

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horror102 · 1 year

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Submission!

Things I do and don’t.

Things I do write for

Student X teacher- Just because it’s a weird fantasy and only high school 18 X teacher I’ve gotten a request many times and I refuse to do any 16 year old students or 17 only the age above legal law.

Fictional Serial killer X reader- Only fictional serial killers I will not be writing a fan fiction of Ted bunch, jeffery Dhamer, John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, or anything’s real serial killer wise.

Any type of fandoms!

Undertale fandom, WWE fandom, Horror fandom, supernatural fandom, Dc fandom, Marvel fandom, Game fandom, Movie fandom, Peoples oc’s X a certain character. Just anything! Anime fandom, Cartoon fandom, Greek gods, ANYTHING! <3 red dead redemption, Cod , YouTubers only ones who allow, TWD, TVD, GTA, Fast food, fnaf , Disney , the avatar,

Things I don’t and won’t do.

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Rape

Abusive relationships with a character that’s the love interest.

Urine/feces

Warnings I do

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Limes

Lemons

Fandoms I won’t write for.

Harry Potter- It’s mostly just a bunch of weird adults crushing on teenagers

YouTubers who’ve stated they don’t want smut written about them, only ones that don’t care. But if it’s fluff it’s fine

Scooby doo- Only when it’s the live action it’s okay but when there supposedly teens nah. unless it’s fluff.

Going angst someone’s religion or adding satanism in a story.- only because it goes against some characters I write like Jacob Goodnight

Specific characters I do.

Michael myers

Jason voorhees

Jacob goodnight

Patrick Bateman

Hannibal Lecter

Leather face

Candy man

Pearl

Carrie

Chucky

Jennifer Tilly

Freddy Krueger

Ghostfaces

Pinhead

Pyramid head

Pennywise

Art the clown

Harry warden

Gabriel may

Norman Bates

Billy Lenz

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Horror

Sally face

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Supernatural

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikealson

Klaus Mikealson

Mason Lockwood

Kai Parker

TVD

Negan

Rick

Carl

TWD

Simon Riley

Soap

Konig

Cod

Thor

Loki

Captain America

Venom

Deadpool

Marvel

Batman

Superman

Joker

Dick Grayson

The flash

Beast boy

Superboy

Spider noir

Roman reigns

Dolph Zigger

Randy Orton

Batista

Razor Ramon

Drew McIntyre

Kane

Undertaker

Mankind

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Shawn Michaels

Triple H

Diesel

WWE

Sans

Papyrus

Undertale

Naruto uzumaki

Kakashi Hatake

Jiraiya

Asuma sensei

Erwin smith

Reiner Braun

Hercules

Poseidon

Connie springer

Kisame

Coach Ukai

Asahi- Haikyu

Sniper mask

Anime

The hand- Wednesday

Freaky Fred

Scar

Mufasa

Cartoon

Ronald mc Donald

Burger King

Jack in the box

Fast food

Spring trap

Bonnie

Foxy

Freddy faze bear

Monty

Michael afton

Fnaf

Franklin

Michael

GTA

Beast

Prince neaven

Any Disney prince fr <3

Disney

Anything on my list, or in the fandoms I write for I forgot I couple if there’s any you think I might like hit me up! <3

Tags I do

Daddy issues

Older men

Sugar daddy

Sugar mommy

Milf

Dilf

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Age gap

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bonniebird · 4 months

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This is a list of current requests I have pending:

This list will be updated as / when fics are queued.

Requesting information here

Prompts:

1. “Are you wearing my (Hoodie)?”

Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @ab1nsur

- Notes: Smut

2. “You're a vampire! I knew it!”

Kol Mikaelson x Fem!reader

- Requested by: @thatweirdoleigh

- Notes:

3. “What will this alliance cost me?”

Lucien castle x witch fem reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Frenimes to lovers

Full Requests:

1. John agrees to help Dean find you after you’re taken by vampires during a hunt

Dean Winchester x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes:

2. Stiles doesn’t trust Peter to protect you when you go with the other werewolves to help protect Beacon Hills

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes:

3. your brother Lucifer teams up with Mazikeen after they find out you have fallen for Chloe Decker

Chloe Decker x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

4. Lydia confesses her feelings to you when Magnus interrupts the wedding

Lydia Branwell x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

5. Meeting and falling in love with Freya when you visit New Orleans

Freya Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

5. The Mikaelsons are shocked to find out tat you, their childhood friend, are still alive

Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

5. Your brother Sweets accidentally reveals your private relationship with Cam

Camille Saroyan x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

5. Your childhood best friend Derek finds out that you and Emily Prentiss are dating

Emily x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

6. Confessing to your childhood friend that you're in love with them

Tyler Lockwood x female reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

7. Hotch begins to panic when you're late for work

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes:

8. You and Bill work together to keep each other safe during the Hogwarts battle

Bill x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes:

9. Finally meeting your pen pal, Ambrose Spellman, after your house arrest is up (Part three)

Ambrose x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Part One

Part Two

10. Alicent Hightower arranges for you, the daughter or Rhaenyra's closest ally to wed Aemond Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Face claim requested - Jodie Cormer

11. You and Rhaenyra Targaryen spend the night together after an argument

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Oneshot format, smut

13. Aemond Targaryen finds himself in competition for his crushes attention when his cousin from Essos arrives at Kinglanding

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Notes: Face claim requested - Jodie Cormer, Viserys GOT

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#bonniebird #pending requests

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wrestlersownmyheart · 7 months

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New Fic Idea But I Need Help!

So I'm thinking of writing a one-shot (or maybe a chapter fic) about a wrestler and a female reader where they meet in their dreams and fall in love that way. Would anyone be interested in reading this? And if so...

Feel free to reblog this so it gets more votes!

Here is the summary:

(Insert Wrestler) meets the woman of his dreams. Literally. The only problem? She is married in actuality. And her marriage is not the happy one she tries to portray in reality. Not to mention Y/N has a secret she failed to reveal in their shared dreams. Can (Insert Wrestler) persuade her to leave her husband and seek the safety of his love instead?

@oreillystolemyheart @lookalivesunshine-x @shortyiceheart @vebner37 @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @kalliravenne @swamptrashwithasideofsass @beardedbarba @emisrose @sweetpea-1970 @sassymox @pikapuff-316 @heavymetalgirl420 @bigpsychicbagelauthor @darktammy @waywardwrestlewritingwaif @sultryfandoms @blondekel77 @demonqueen29 @amariemoore @letsgivethisonemoreshot @thelastemzy @springgirlwaiting4fall @vampirepixi @wwenhlimagines @louisianalady @swthrt890 @librathepheonix13 @justanerdwholikestoread @kiwiedge @ironshamelessyouth @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore @moonwolfdemonprincess21 @moxkindagirl @jstarr86 @oliviasinematic

#poll time #polls #my polls #Fan fic poll #tumblr polls

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rawiswhore · 9 months

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Various Wrestlers and Actors x Fem Reader- "Camp Nowhere"

This fanfiction may be problematic for some viewers, so viewer discretion is advised...

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You have a certain sexual fantasy, but your fantasy has never really come true because some of the men in your fantasy didn't really look like this during the late 1990's.

You had a fantasy where you were a girl at a summer camp, and this summer camp has a bedroom entirely for girls and a bedroom for boys.

However, the boys and girls don't share the same bedroom for obvious reasons at this summer camp.

There were some cute boys and male counselors at this summer camp.

Because of that, you arrived to the boys' bedroom, where you were wearing a short sleeved T-shirt with no bra underneath and these short shorts.

Luckily this bedroom was filled with these male campers, and this bedroom had separate beds for these boys to sleep on.

Inside this bedroom was Don Johnson when he looked like this:

As well as Allan Kayser from "Mama's Family" when he had long hair, when he looked like this:

Eric Stoltz when he looked like this:

John Ritter when he looks like this:

Jeff Hardy in early 1997, wrestler Leif Cassidy in 1996 before he started growing facial hair, Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High", wrestler Sam Houston the way he looked in the early 1990's, Raven from ECW and WCW, Rob Van Dam during his Robbie V days in WCW, Nova from ECW during the late 1990's Jerry Lynn in the early 1990's, Chris Jericho in the 1990's (when he didn't have facial hair), and Christian Cage when he had long hair.

All of these men were grown men in those gifs and pictures as well as during those years, but they looked like teenagers.

However, it's debatable whether or not if John Ritter looked underage in his heyday.

It's also debatable if some of these men like Nova from ECW in the late 1990's looked like a teenager.

In this bedroom, Jeff Hardy, Nova and Christian had their long hair hanging down, Leif Cassidy's hair didn't look bad, and Robbie V's ponytail was slightly unkempt and a strand of his hair was sticking out, where he looked like how he looked in his WCW match against Vinnie Vegas (who would later on be Diesel/Kevin Nash).

Although, all of these aforementioned men had their long hair hanging down except for Robbie V.

You would put the Young Bucks in the 2010's (before they grew facial hair) and maybe 2010's Dean Ambrose in the WWE in this fantasy, but you had this fantasy in the late 1990's.

When you arrived to this bedroom, your nipples were poking through your shirt and your breasts were slightly sticking out of your T-shirt.

You didn't wear a bra under your shirt on purpose so you could sexually arouse these horny teenage boys.

And their sexual arousal was working, these boys in this room noticed your nipples poking through the fabric of your shirt and not wearing a bra under your top, and their eyes couldn't stop staring at your nipples and chest.

Their eyes were glued to your chest with smiles on their faces, whereas you stood there with your head slightly tilting and your mouth smirking.

You could've worn an even cuter outfit, like wearing nothing but a short sleeved white T-shirt, some short sleeved T-shirt that has one of your shoulders peeking out, a sleeping shirt or even some babydoll nighty.

Eventually, driving the hormones of these boys' wild lead to what you came to this boys' bedroom for.

Don Johnson stood in front of you---close enough to touch you, and as he stood in front of you your face and his face leaned closer to each other until your lips locked in between his mouth, where you and he proceed to start making out with each other.

As you and Don made out, Don's hands grabbed your shirt and pulled it up your torso and over your head, where he tossed it away.

Your hands grabbed his T-shirt and raised it up his torso and over his head, where you threw his shirt away when it was over his head.

Your tongue licked and caressed the top of his tongue while you undressed him, and his tongue stroked and tickled your tongue while he tried getting you out of your clothes.

While you and he French kissed each other, his hands grabbed both your shorts and your panties, where he dropped them down to your ankles.

Your feet escaped out of your tennis shoes and you raised your feet out of the of your shorts and panties.

Your hands grabbed his shorts and let them drop down to his ankles, and he wore no underwear under his shorts.

His feet raised out of the of his shorts when they reached his ankles.

These boys watching you and Don kiss each other were jealous, they wanted to kiss you too.

It would probably turn into a brawl of hormones and testosterone over them fighting over who gets to kiss you first.

But they'll all get their turns too.

Don Johnson had such beautiful hair, you'd love to run your fingers through it.

One of your hands reached behind his head, where you buried your fingers through his silky hair and ran your fingers down through it.

One of Don's hands reached to your vulva, where his fingers felt your moist pussy.

"I bet you've got a sweet pussy" Don said with a grin on his face in between kisses.

The rest of these boys huddled and swarmed around you, where they were all trying to find spots for them to bite and suck your neck.

The boys that hunched around you to prepare to give you hickeys were Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Nova, Allan Kayser, John Ritter, Eric Stoltz, Robbie V, and Leif Cassidy.

Some of the others like Chris Jericho and Raven did try to squeeze in between some of these men, but they were a bit too big.

Luckily some of these men circling around you like Jeff Hardy, Eric Stoltz and Christian Cage were skinny so they could try to suck your neck.

Besides, men like John Ritter, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Don Johnson, Nova, Robbie V and even Leif Cassidy were the sexiest.

They tried to squeeze around you and try not to bump their heads into each other.

Some of these men like Richard Tyson stretched their necks out and tried to squeeze in between each other to get a spot to suck your neck.

Some of them couldn't all circle around you, such as Raven, because they couldn't all fit into one huge swarm, although some of these men were rather skinny and could fit.

Maybe Raven, Richard, Jerry, and Sam can put hickeys on your nipples and suck your breasts.

They buried their faces into your neck, where they bit a part of your skin on your neck and proceeded to suck it.

Teens give each other hickeys all the time.

Some of them couldn't give you hickeys because their heads couldn't squeeze and lean in between other people's heads and necks.

You'd love for them to give you hickeys all over your neck, which is what they're doing, but you're concerned other people will see all the hickeys on your neck and you'll get bullied and slut shamed for it.

But then again, this is a fantasy of yours.

So these boys are sucking your neck for a little while so the hickeys won't be permanent.

They'd love to leave hickeys all over your neck.

You wish all of these boys (as well as some men I'll mention later on) could be swarming around you feeling you up, but that would be impossible for them to do.

Don hasn't really fondled and squeezed your breasts, so his other hand cupped over one of your bare breasts and squeezed it, where he proceeded to fondle it.

The rest of these boys would love to play with your breasts.

Don's hand moved away from your vulva and it cupped the other breast, where he squeezed and fondled that one.

"Hey, are you done kissing him yet?" Allan asked, his teeth letting go of your skin when he asked you that.

You broke the kiss away from Don to answer Allan.

"Yeah" you replied. nodding your head.

"Can I kiss you?" Allan asked.

You nodded your head.

Don hasn't made any hickeys on your neck, so he leaned and buried his face in your neck, where his teeth bit a small part of your front neck and sucked it.

You'd love to give hickeys to all of these boys around you.

You'd also love to have 2 or more different boys licking your tongue, but some of these boys' tongues might bump and collide into each other, which is rather gay (not to sound homophobic), but maybe some of these men might be bisexual.

You'd love to kiss Allan, but he's standing behind you and there's a boy sucking on the front of your neck right now, and you're unsure if it would be difficult for you to turn your head to kiss Allan.

Your head did try turning sideways to where Allan was, where you removed your hand behind Don's head and placed it behind Allan's head, where your fingers laced through his long hair.

You pulled his head closer to your face and you and he locked lips together, his eyes and yours shutting as your lips were attached.

Like with Don, you proceeded to French kiss Allan, your tongue stroking his tongue and vice versa.

While your hand was behind Allan's head, your ran your fingers through his thick hair.

Don and the rest of these boys still tried sucking your neck while you were kissing Allan.

Speaking of men, you wish Triple H during his late 1997/early 1998 (or even his 90's Hunter Hearst Helmsley days), late 90's Shawn Michaels, John Ritter in his heyday, Tommy Rogers of 80's tagteam the Fantastics, and maybe Chris Jericho, Scott Hall/Razor Ramon, Jim Powers from WCW, and maybe even a few other men could be in this gangbang with you, but these men don't really look like teenagers.

Although Chris Jericho does look somewhat teenager like, so maybe he could be in this too.

However, maybe these aforementioned men you can fantasize that they're camp counselors who join in.

Some of these boys' circling around you let go of your skin they bit so they could find another spot on your neck to suck on.

Having all of these boys around you was making blood rush to your clitoris and swell it as well as cream and moisten your vulva.

Your other hand hasn't really been playing with Don Johnson's erection, and while you'd love to fondle it, you want him to keep his erection for when he has sex with you and not let him cum yet.

Lo and behold, Triple H in late 1997/early 1998, late 90's Shawn Michaels, Tommy Rogers in 1988, Brian Pillman in 1996, 90's MTV VJ John Sencio circa 1994, 90's male porn stars Biff Malibu and Gerry Pike, and Scott Hall walked into this bedroom where they saw you and some other sexy men circled around you.

Triple H, Shawn, Tommy, Scott, John as well as Brian all had their long hair hanging down.

Instead of being angry at you, these listed men joined in, but where could they go? What could they do to you?

Your neck is covered in hickeys now, it's not necessary to fill your neck with them.

Wonder if some of these boys circling around you will give you hickeys on your breasts?

While these boys have sucked your neck and gave you hickeys, some of their hands have reached at your vulva and touched it, many of them trying to poke their fingers inside your vagina and rub your clitoris.

Since these boys have all made hickeys on your neck, their teeth let go of the skin on your neck and they pulled their faces away from your neck.

Should all of these boys have turns sucking your breasts, squeezing and fondling your breasts and eating your pussy out?

Don's knees bent down and he lowered himself down until his head was in front of one of your breasts, where he sucked your nipple when it was inside his mouth.

Jeff Hardy crouched slightly down until his face was in front of your opposite breast, where he proceeded to suck your nipple.

Richard Tyson, Raven, Jerry Lynn and Chris Jericho were now burying their faces into your neck, where they bit an empty space on your skin that hadn't been sucked, where they sucked that skin in their mouths.

After French kissing Allan Kayser for a long time, you then turned to Christian Cage instead, where you proceeded to French kiss him like how you French kissed Don and Allan.

John Ritter walked around you until he stood in front of you, where he proceeded to crouch down in front of your vulva until his head was in front of it, where his tongue proceeded to lick and caress your moist vagina.

You'd love to spread your legs out to let some of these men all have a taste of your pussy.

Should you kiss all of them?

They've probably all had enough foreplay for now, especially considering they're all really horny and need to cum.

While you love having John Ritter eat your pussy, your twat is wet enough already.

Between all of this foreplay you've been having before the actual sex, you may cum any minute now, especially having 2 men sucking your nipples while another eats your pussy and tongues your clit.

Speak of the devil, you actually did cum when this happened, but even after you came, you still needed to have sex with these men.

These men all undressed themselves, throwing their clothes on the floor until they were stark naked.

You then sat on one of the beds on all fours, where Don Johnson and Jeff Hardy joined you on this bed.

Don sat on his knees behind you, whereas Jeff sat on his knees in front of you.

You wish this bed could be bigger so other men could sit on it and fit there.

Triple H and Shawn Michaels sat next to Jeff and in front of you, whereas Christian Cage, John Ritter, Allan Kayser, Robbie V, Eric Stoltz, and Nova stood next to you.

While Don was behind you, with his hand on his erection, he slid and inserted his cock into your vagina, where he proceeded to pound and fuck your twat.

You gave Jeff Hardy a blowjob while he was sitting in front of you, while your hands grabbed Triple H's and Shawn's cocks and pointed the tips of them at your face, where you proceeded to masturbate them.

As for the men standing next to you, they held their cocks in one of their hands and pointed the tips of them at your face, where they began to masturbate their erections.

You wish some of these other men could join in if they could all fit.

You can't decide if it's hotter to masturbate 2 cocks or if Triple H's and Shawn's hands should masturbate their dicks.

Because of that, for a while your hands let go of Triple H's and Shawn's penises, where they held their cocks in one of their hands and pointed the tips of them at your face, masturbating and pointing the tips of their cocks at you.

These men standing beside of you like John Ritter, Christian Cage, etc. pointed the tips of their cocks at your face as close as they could.

You're swallowing the precum seeping out of Jeff Hardy's cock, whereas precum from these other men standing around you is getting on your face.

After giving head to Jeff Hardy for a while, you gave a blowjob to Shawn Michaels, swallowing his precum.

Jeff held his cock in one of his hands and pointed the tip of it at your face, where he masturbated on your face while you sucked Shawn's dick.

Likewise, some more of Jeff's precum was getting on your face.

After giving head to Shawn for a bit, you gave a blowjob to Triple H, where Shawn and Jeff continued masturbating their erections on your face.

Later on, Raven sat on the bed behind you, where he inserted his erection inside your asshole and fucked your ass.

Luckily, you've had anal sex before.

Don Johnson, however, switched positions when Raven sat on the bed, where Don laid on his back underneath you and fucked you while you were on top.

As Raven plowed you from behind, his hands grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, where now you rode him.

Don raised his back up, where he proceeded and continued to pound his erection inside you.

You gave blowjobs with your head turned sideways while some times your hands gave handjobs.

You wanted all of these men to fuck you at the same time, even if it was impossible.

It wasn't just Robbie V, Allan Kayser, Christian Cage, Jeff Hardy, Leif Cassidy, etc. standing next to you, but also Tommy Rogers, Scott Hall, Sam Houston, Jerry Lynn, John Sencio, Biff Malibu and Gerry Pike.

They all had turns pointing their dicks at your face and on your body, and you gave them blowjobs and swallowed their precum.

When all of these men ejaculated and reached climax, you let them jizz on your face, your breasts and inside your mouth, where you all cleaned their cocks by giving them blowjobs and swallowing their cum.

However, you didn't let Raven drip his cum on your breasts, face and in your mouth, nor did you give him head, since his cock was inside your asshole.

Was it necessary to be fucked by all of these men?

These men are definitely hotties for sure, but some are hot but not that hot, like Raven from ECW and WCW.

#summer camp #fantasy #wwf #don johnson #allan kayser #robbie v #triple h #shawn michaels #raven #scott hall #chris jericho #christian cage #jeff hardy #eric stoltz #leif cassidy #brian pillman

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yns-world · 2 years

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to all the boys i've loved before masterlist

peter kavinsky

u/c

john ambrose mcclaren

john ambrose dating headcanons

#yns world #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #to all the boys: p.s. i still love you #to all the boys: always and forever #to all the boys trilogy #to all the boys i've loved before x reader #tatbilb x reader #peter kavinsky #peter kavinsky x reader #peter kavinsky imagine #peter kavinsky headcanon #john ambrose mcclaren #john ambrose mcclaren x reader #john ambrose x reader #john ambrose #john ambrose mcclaren imagine #john ambrose mcclaren headcanon

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halsteadssneakylink · 2 years

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character list

everything is x f!reader unless specified otherwise

if you want gn! or m!reader be sure mention it when you ask

the age of the characters determine the age of the reader (i won’t write anything with an illegal age gap)

the boys

frenchie

mothers milk

billy butcher

starlight (annie january)

kimiko

bridgerton

simon basset

anthony bridgerton

benedict bridgerton

kathani sharma

chicago fire

kelly severide

stella kidd

matt casey

sylvie brett

brian “otis” zvonecek

leslie shay

peter mills

chicago med

connor rhodes

will halstead

ethan choi

maggie lockwood

april sexton

chicago pd

jay halstead

erin lindsay

hailey upton

kevin atwater

adam ruzek

antonio dawson

eternals

thena

ikarus

ajak

kingo

gilgamesh

full house

jesse katsopolis

greys anatomy

meredith grey

christina yang

jackson avery

derek shepherd

addison montgomery

mark sloane

lexi grey

callie torres

hawaii five-0

steve mcgarrett

danny williams

chin ho kelly

kono kalakaua

adam noshimuri

kickin it

jack brewer

jerry martinez

kim crawford

mcu

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

bruce banner

bucky barnes

sam wilson

wanda maximoff

stephen strange

t’challa

loki

yelena belova

carol danvers (pre & post powers)

mission impossible

ethan hunt

ilsa faust

benji dunn

august walker

narnia

peter pevensie

susan pevensie

edmund pevensie

caspian

outer banks

john b

pope

sarah cameron

topper

rafe

the punisher

frank castle

billy russo

dinah madani

scandal

olivia pope

fitzgerald grant

abby whelan

harrison wright

shadow and bone

alina starkov

aleksander morozova (general kirigan/the darkling)

kaz brekker

nina zenik

jesper fahey

inej gafa

matthias

genya

star trek (aos)

james tiberius “jim” kirk

leonard “bones” mccoy

s’chn t’gai spock

nyota uhura

montgomery scott

hikaru sulu

supernatural

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

dad!bobby singer x child!reader

demon!dean

soulless!sam

svu

olivia benson

rafael barba

nick amaro

dominick “sonny” carisi

to all the boys

lara jean

john ambrose

peter kavinsky

margot

christine

trevor

top gun

pete “maverick” mitchell

nick “goose” bradshaw

tom “iceman” kazansky

charlotte blackwood

penny benjamin

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

jake “hangman” seresin

javy “coyote” machado

natasha “phoenix” trace

robert “bob” floyd

the witcher

geralt of rivia

yennefer of vengerberg

jaskier

rpf

ben barnes

chris evans

glen powell

jared padalecki

jensen ackles

karl urban

leo howard

noah centineo

oscar issac

scarlett johansson

sebastian stan

sophia bush

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y2kuromi · 5 months

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࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LOVE LETTERS ❛ i didn't fall for you, you tripped me ❜

𓂃 ࣪˖ series: seishiro nagi x f! reader (she/they) ❀ contents: fluff, angst, tons of chaos n’ drama , fake dating trope. subtle childhood friends to lovers kinda? forced proximity. heavy pining second person (you/your/yours) and third person pov. swearing

synopsis: love is a foreign concept, often hard to express in words. except your feelings poured into the sweetest letters, intended for your eyes only. when the saccharine envelopes are mailed out to the five boys you’ve loved sparks fly, hearts break and chaos ensues. “heavily inspired by tatbilb”

𝖎. notes: nagi is peter kavinsky, kunigami is josh, isagi is kenny, rin is john ambrose and bachira is lucas. this series is nagi centric (lots of scenes with reo, kunigami & rin) slow, sporadic, comment/ send an ask to be tagged !!

𝖎𝖎. status : ongoing. (hiatus)

dear nagi O1: parallel lines O2: stars aligned O3: call me baby

#ִֶָ 𓂃˖ mimi writes?!#𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 love letters #⋆ 𝓫. llk ﹕#bllk x reader #bllk x you #nagi x y/n #nagi x you #seishiro nagi x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro #kunigami rensuke #kunigami x reader #blue lock #bllk #fake dating

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hotdilfs11 · 8 months

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Mafia Boss- Thomas Shelby x Reader pt 2

✩pairings:girl named Veronica(POC) x Thomas Shelby

✩warnings: none

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My name is Veronica Mercy Hawthorn. I'm 23 years old, and like I said before, I’m a mafia boss, well, kind of. I run this whole business, basically. Anything my father wants or needs to do, he runs it by me, so like I said, I’m the mafia boss, and I’ve been one since I was eighteen years old. When my grandfather passed away, my father took over this whole business, but he wasn't really as smart for it, so I took over, although I still have to run certain things by him.

I’m living in upstate New York in my townhouse and working in my office. My office is huge. It has mahogany walls, dark gray chairs, and a brown desk. I have off-white floors and plants in the corners of my room. My desk is kind of big, and my chair is looks like one of those villain chairs. The room kind of looks like a presidential room, I have two bodyguards outside of the room and my black doberman by my side at all times. He’s only trained on my commands and no one else's; his name is Salome.

As I’m typing away on my MacBook, my cell phone rings, and it’s my father. I pick it up urgently.

“Yes”, I say it with a British accent.

"Veronica I need you to go somewhere for me, honey."

"Where father?" I saw nonchalant.

"Birmingham, I need you to go there for business. I need you to work with two gangs", he says over the phone.

My concern rises as he says, The town. I grew up in the town where Tommy is: Polly, John, Arthur, Finn, and Ada. I went silent on the phone with him. I’m still worried about me never visiting my mothers grave and being away from the Shelbys. My father never let me contact them, and after a while, I was always scared to give them a simple call.

“Dear, please, I need someone over there so we can keep eyes on the Vermonts and so we also work with the Peaky Blinders.” He said it in a harsh Italian accent.

In curiosity, I say, “Who's that?"

"You’ll see who it is, and you’ll be quite happy.” sounded optimistic. I hear a faint voice in the back say “No, she won’t", It was my eldest brother, Ambrose.

I turn my head in confusion and ask, "Why won’t I?’

"Uh anyways… I already bought your condo, new clothes, and a plane ticket there. You’ll have a butler, a driver, and security guards in the building and walking with you. Okay? Bye, dear," my father says in a hurry. I didn’t even get a word in.

ONE WEEK LATER

I said my goodbyes to my family as Salome and I boarded the private jet and went off to Birmingham. I thought about what was going to happen when I got there, especially seeing Thomas again the thought of him gave me butterflies in my stomach. I wonder if he still looks the same and if he still talked the same. A loud ringing sound blared in the air. Salome peered up at me with caution, looking down at my phone, I picked up my phone to see my father calling.

“Hey, dear, did you find out who the leader is yet?” My father said, teasing me.

"Why can’t you just fucking tell me?” I say it aggressively to my father because he knows who he is; he’s just being coy.

"I want you to find out. Now when you go to your condo, there is a dress handing on the door, one Ambrose picked out and one I picked out. You can choose."

I sighed. "What is this for?"

“There's a party at the house where the leader of the Peaky Blinders lives. You need to be there at seven p.m. You're two hours away from Birmingham and an hour away from the house you're going to."

"Fine", I say as I’m pulling out my laptop, realizing I don’t have a lot of time to figure out who she or he is.

"okay…" I hung up on my father. quickly, sick of his bullshit.

I try to find this so-called "leader” of the Peaky Blinders, but I can't find him anywhere, it's like he’s invisible. I went through every security camera ever, and all I see is his back turned away from the cameras. As I tried to go deeper in my search, one of the captains on the plane said on the speaker, "Landing time in five minutes". I stopped working and put my laptop in my bag and I start getting Salome ready to leave the private yard by putting on his leash.

As the plane landed. I was greeted by one of my drivers. He looked tall, scary, had curly hair, and maybe was Hispanic. He was in a black suit with black sunglasses on his face. Me and Salome walked him. I got greeted by him. “Hello, madam," he said in a husky Americanized voice.

"hello..?" I paused, raising my eyebrow waiting for him to give me his name.

He reached out his hand, waiting for me to shake it. “Oh, uh, Dante, I’ll be your personal driver and bodyguard in Birmingham."

“Ok, well, hello, Dante," I say as I painted a smile on my face.

He opens the door for me, and I get in the black BMW anxiously. I couldn’t believe I was back here in Birmingham I’m excited but also scared about it.

I finally got to this luxurious building in London. It kind of looked like the Four Seasons, but fancier and huge. It has this prestigious yet Victorian architecture. The whole building is an off-white color, and the roof is a dark gray color. It's also built like a Romanian castle; it's magical yet mysterious.

The car door opened in a swift motion as I got out of the car, with Salome following me.

“Welcome, madam," Dante said with a faint grin on his face.

"Thank you, Dante," I said as I entered the building. As I was walking in, I was greeted by two security guards in front of the door and an old guy at the front desk.

"Veronica Hawthorn, right? “The old man said with a hard English accent.

“Yes, it is," I said with a big smile, being respectful.

“Ok, Veronica, here's your room key; it's on the third floor, madam." He handed me my key, and I grabbed it from his hand.

"Thank you, sir," I say. I tuned around to the two security guards in a swift motion and said, "You have my bags, yes, gentlemen." I demanded as I entered the elevator.

I went upstairs to my suit, settling down a little bit. I unlocked the room and walked inside. It looked like a basic condo, and I was expecting a lot more. A big room, a walk-in closet, a big bathroom, a living room, a big office, a big kitchen, a dining room, and some paintings on the wall—it looks nice but basic.

I sat in the office at my desk, doing more work before the party. I go through more security cameras to see who the hell is the leader of this gang is. I searched and searched until I found it. I found a mugshot that was hidden in some files not even one mugshot it was multiple.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled to myself in awe of what I just found.

I started furiously calling my father on the phone, irritated and upset by what I just found out.

My father picked up the phone. "Hey dea-"

I stopped him mid-sentence and screamed, "THOMAS FUCKING SHELBY DAD, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?"

"I thought you would be happy," my father said, surprised.

"Are you fucking with me dad? “as a grave expression appeared on my face

"So the party I’m going to and the business I’m getting into are Shelby?"

“Yes”, he said bluntly.

"Oh fuck off” I hung up on him, not letting him get a single word in.

“what a piece of shit”, I muttered to myself as I got up to go get ready for this party.

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thatoneguitargirl · 3 years

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𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 | john ambrose mcclaren x covey!reader

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you try to prove to your boyfriend that there can be more than one baker in the covey family, only for it to go horribly wrong

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“ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN DO THIS BY YOURSELF?” John Ambrose asks from the other side of the phone.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes at him. “What? You think I can’t do it?”

John laughs. “No, I just thought Lara Jean was the baker in the family”

“I can bake too!!”

(Y/N) pulls out the chocolate chip cookie recipe from the magnet on the refrigerator and holds it up in front of her like she’s presenting for school. She reads off the ingredient list as John reassures her he has everything he needs on his end.

That’s when the baking starts. Step 1. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit. Check! Step 2. Mix 1 teaspoon of baking soda, 1/2 a teaspoon of salt, and 2 1/4 cups of flour in a small mixing bowl. Step 3. In a large mixing bowl, beat 1 cup of softened butter, 3/4 cup of granulated sugar, and 3/4 cup of brown sugar until creamy.

(Y/N) holds a mixing bowl up to her phone. “Do you think this is big enough?” She asks and John looks at her like she asked the dumbest question in the world.

“It’s bigger than your head. I think it’s fine”

(Y/N) scoffs but continues working on the recipe and reading it out loud. Her eyes land on softened butter and she has a mini panic attack. Hers wasn’t softened. Just slightly less cold. And being the girl she is, she quickly throws on a jacket and puts the sticks of butter in her armpits for 5 minutes.

John asks what the holdup is and (Y/N) quickly makes up the excuse of measuring something by not adding enough. John believes her, and she breathes a sigh of relief when she pulls the butter out and it softens them on only the outer layer.

“Good enough” she mumbled as she proceeds to beat her mixture with a handheld mixer.

Step 4. Beat in 1 egg and one teaspoon vanilla into the wet mixture.

“How’s yours turning out (Y/N)?” John asks cheerfully, and she replies with confidence.

“Mine’s actually not going that bad. And to think you had no confidence in me!”

Her boyfriend holds his hands up in defeat. “You’re right. I should never have doubted you”

(Y/N) smiles. The recipe is almost done. Step 5. Slowly blend in the dry mixture into the wet mixture until dough is stiff.

(Y/N) peeks over at the camera and so far their two bowls look exactly the same. (Y/N) was starting to think that the softened butter wasn’t such a big deal after all.

Finally, step 6. Add in the chocolate chips and put it in the oven for 8-10 minutes.

The two set finish their batches and place them in the oven. Once the timers are set, (Y/N) leans over the counter and talks with him.

“This actually went better than I thought it would” remarks (Y/N).

“Much better than the last time we baked. That was in person and you couldn’t stop double checking the recipe for 1 minute”

(Y/N)’s jaw drops. “I’m sorry that I’m trying to be precise. Baking is a science. Everything has to be done exactly like the recipe or it will turn out terrible”

A voice whispers in the back of the girl’s mind that she is contradicting what happened a few minutes ago, but she ignores it.

When the oven goes off, (Y/N) pulls the sheet out of the oven and looks them over. They look nice. They look good.

After about 2 minutes, John tastes his, and of course they turn out perfect. (Y/N) reluctantly goes to taste one of her’s on camera.

As soon as her fingers touch the cookie, she realizes she messed up. They’re rock solid. She brings it to her mouth and the cookie collapses in her mouth in a sandy mess.

John doesn’t laugh at her, although if it were the opposite situation, she would’ve laughed at him.

“What went wrong with yours?” He asks and (Y/N) looks at him pouting.

“I forgot to soften my butter” She mumbles and John looks at her sympathetically.

“And what did we learn?”

(Y/N) carries the batch of cookies to the garbage and recites. “Always follow the recipe, especially when it comes to softened butter because cold butter with change the outcome drastically as it mixes with ingredients differently than room temperature butter”

John looks impressed. “Not what I asked for, but I’m also not disappointed. I’ll send you some cookies when I drive by later,” He says and (Y/N) thanks him profusely.

She waves bye to him and ends the call just as Lara Jean enters the kitchen. “Weren’t you making cookies today?” She asks and I sigh dramatically.

“I didn’t soften the butter, and the cookies were a tragedy, ”

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megahologram · 4 years

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Jealousy| John Ambrose

A/N: I wrote this only because I loved that piano scene and my boy John deserved way better.

Warning(s): strong language, kissing (if that counts as a warning)

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You watched them talk from a distance, putting away the dried-out plants in the useless pile, you signed in defeat. Lara was your best friend, you, her and Josh grew up together, the three of you were the ultimate trio. You loved her with all your heart but at that moment, you couldn’t help yourself to stop the fire of jealously that rose in your chest. Or that could’ve just been the tacos you ate for lunch.

You had never told Lara about the mini crush you had on John. To be completely honest, you had almost forgotten about him. Almost gotten over him but after seeing him for the first time in years in Belleview, all those feelings came back. If it was even possible, he had gotten more charming over the years. Every interaction you had with him after that day screamed you to get away. The devil, or angel, you couldn’t figure out who, but one of them always screamed to end your feelings, that in the end, he was just going to break your heart…like everyone else. These voices started after the first day of interacting with him. When Lara feel down by the mini gumballs, he came to help her up. He seemed to remember her but when it came to you, his words, which are glued in your brain, “and you are?” It wasn’t that he was being rude, in fact he tried to say it in the sweetest way he possibly could, with that signature smile on his face, it turned to shock in seconds when you told him your name. Thankfully he did remember you.

Your eyes were still glued to them, seeing their interaction as he walked over to grab an envelope, ‘must have been Lara Jean’s love letter’ you thought as he placed it in her hands. Lara took the letter from his hands, walking out as you saw John smiling.

“um a little help please” you said quietly. John turned his head, facing you as he quickly nodded his head, “yeah sorry” he added, making his way over to grab more of the plants that had died.

It had been a few minutes of you two working quietly, Lara had still not gotten back and to be honest, you weren’t the best conversation starter. “so y/n” John started, carrying a few boxes and placing it in the donation pile.

“yes John”

Though you didn’t notice, he blushed slightly, hearing you say his name. Letting out a light cough, he continued, “your very different then when I last remember you”

“really…how so?” you asked, turning to face him.

“well for one, your gorgeous” he answered, smiling lightly. You playfully shoved him, both of you laughing in the process, “I’m serious, you are seriously stunning, like y-you have always been stunning but now looking at you, you’ve gotten even more stunning…”

Blushing at his words, you chuckled when you noticed he couldn’t stop blabbering. “I think we should get some work done,” you said as he nodded, agreeing with you. “and then you can tell me how stunning I am” you teased as he threw a dirty rag at you.

A few weeks volunteering, you had grew closer to John. Though you would always feel overshadowed by Lara. There were times when it felt as if he’d forget you were in the same room when she was around. You signed as you looked around the party you were in. You were standing by the corner of the room, Chris was by the stairs with Trevor, Lara was talking to Lucas and you didn’t feel like intruding. Chris had forced you to come to the party, otherwise you would’ve been in your comfy bed, watching your favourite show.

A few minutes passed when you noticed Lara finally leaving Lucas’s side. Giving you the opportunity to finally go over and find someone to talk to. Don’t get me wrong, you and Lara were best friends, but sometimes you knew when she needed her own space.

“hey Lucas” you smiled as you leaned against the counter, mimicking him.

“hey girl” he replies, turning his head to the side to face you. “what’s up? How come you didn’t join us?”

You knew what he was talking about, you smile lightly faded and you forced it upon yourself, in hopes that he wouldn’t have noticed. But you were wrong. “I guess I just..didn’t wanna intrude” you whisper so only he would hear. Though the music in the background made it slightly difficult.

Lucas rolled his eyes, “didn’t wanna intrude, seriously?”

You stayed quite, “okay, spill” he says firmly, making you turn your head to face him. About to question, you knew if you could tell anyone about your problem, it was Lucas.

Letting out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding, you start talking, “I like John”

Lucas raises an eyebrow, “John?” he questions.

“John Ambrose McClaren” you finished.

Lucas chokes on the ice cream sandwich he was eating. “you like McClaren” he gasps dramatically.

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “yes I like him. I always did since middle school.”

“Does Lara Jean know?”

“no, I never told her.” You start playing with your hands, unable to continue the conversation.

“why not, if you liked him since middle scho-”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. She and Gen broke off cause of a boy and I didn’t want the same thing to happen to us, so I never told her.”

“And you think she won’t find out”

You completely ignore his statement and continue rambling, “you know, sometimes when it’s just me and him, he makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful girl he knows. And then when Lara comes along, it’s like he forgot I even existed. I don’t want to hate her, I really don’t but he makes it so difficult every time I see him with her. I wish he talked to me the way he talks to her. I wish he would see me the way I see him.”

You place your head on the counter in defeat. You feel Lucas hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort. “I’m sorry, I really don’t know what to tell you. All I know is, you’ve got to tell Lara the truth. Before she finds out another way”

You nod your head, knowing he was right. “too late” you hear a faint whisper, causing both you and Lucas to turn around. You see Lara standing there, shook. She turns her heal, jogging her way to the door.

“Lara please just listen to me” you shout, following her track.

“Listen to what, how you lied to me. All these years you lied to me.” Lara tried to turn back but you didn’t let her, “I didn’t want to lose you. Especially not over a boy. He wasn’t as nearly as important to me then our friendship”

You notice Lara let out a tear with your words. “You know I would’ve never been angry, I wouldn’t have ever let our friendship go over a reason like that.”

You nodded your head, feeling ashamed you lied to your friend all these years. “do you still like him?” she asks, to which you simply nod your head. “do you?” you ask.

The question causes her to look up at you instantly. “no, of course not. I love Peter”

“Whose ever idea it was to invite everyone to dig up the time capsule, is-“ your voice trailed off as Lara gave you a death glare, to which you immediately changed your answer, “is a genius, I mean everyone back after years right?”

“I have to agree, get idea Lara Jean” John comments, smiling at her.

You frowned as your gaze fell on Peter also carried the same jealous expression as you. Not even two minutes later, everyone including Gen had shown up. You all were now sitting in the treehouse, in a circle, opening the time capsule. One by one, everyone started collecting their items they put in the capsule. Chris finally took out a little black book and your eyes turned to horror as you jogged to grab it. Placing your head in your hands, you cringed at your younger self. “what is it?” Lara questioned.

“it’s a little book of poems I used to write”

Everyone laughed as you started reading some in your head, “that’s really cute” John says.

You smile, blushing at his words. You lift your gaze up and your heart shatters, realizing he wasn’t talking to you but Lara. Guess you were too lost in your book that you didn’t hear the conversation that was talking place. Unable to top the tears that built up in your eyes, you decided that was your cue to leave.

Quickly wiping your eyes before anyone noticed, which failed because Gen had her eyes focused on you. You stood up, grabbing your belongings and quickly making your way down.

“y/n, where’re you going?” John asks as you started making your way down the stairs.

“leaving” you reply quietly, as you hear a few other people agreeing with you, stating it was their time to leave as well.

You started speed walking to your car, mentally noting that Lara could go with Peter and you really couldn’t stay another minute with John in the same room. The tears that you had wiped off started coming back, and all you could do was continue to wipe them off.

“y/n wait, just stop” John cries behind you. The voice only caused your feet to stride faster.

Just a few steps away from your car, you were stopped by a gentle touch on your wrist. Knowing who it was, you didn’t want to turn around or let him see you cry. Wiping the tears with your other hand, you turned around aggressively, which seemed to surprise him. Probably because you have never been that aggressive with anyone, especially not towards him.

But the anger and hurt that you felt all these weeks, just started building up and today was your breaking point. “are you okay?” he asks with hesitation in his voice, trying to gather the right words.

“no John, I’m not okay. And right now I just need you to leave me alone” You had never meant to shout but him constantly trying to get you to talk was getting on your nerves.

“I don’t understand what the problem is. I mean did I do something wrong, cause everything was fine a few minutes ago.”

You cursed in your head at how oblivious he is. Why can’t he see the undeniable feeling of jealousy you have right now.

“yes, its you, okay. You’re the problem, you’ve always been the problem. And I try so hard to ignore it but you make it so goddamn difficult. Just leave me alone” and with that, you hop in your car, driving off. Leaving John just standing there, incredibly confused.

The next day, you were supposed to volunteer at Belleview and as much as you didn’t want to go, especially since Lara wasn’t coming today. You forced yourself to go. You were in the basement, clearing up the last junk you had found. It was peaceful but was blessed by the beautiful sound of a piano. Signing loudly, you knew who was playing it.

A few moments of war just inside your head, whether or not you should go there, you decided you had to.

Making your way quietly towards the sound, you stood behind him, his back was facing you as he sat on the stool, his fingers carefully falling on the keys perfectly. You just stood there and admired him when he seemed to acknowledge your presence, his fingers continued to play as he spoke his next words, “you have quiet the ability to remain sneakily silent”

“I didn’t know you still played” you answer.

“I never stopped” he whispers, turning his head, signalling you to sit beside him. Carefully making your way, you sat beside him as he moved slightly, giving you space.

“I used to love playing” you say, remembering how much fun you had playing the piano.

“why did you stop” he asks, your gaze falling to his hands, that never stopped hitting the keys.

You opened your mouth, with a little hesitation though continued, “I guess after you left, my passion for playing left too. You were kind of my inspiration”

He smiled, blushing slightly as he gently grabbed your hands. Guiding to a few keys, he showed which keys to play. In a matter of seconds, you started playing the notes he taught you, following your pace as he started playing as well.

“remember in middle school. At lunch, we used to hang around the music room and I would show you how to play”

You laughed, “of course I remember. You were the only reason I started playing in the first place.”

He smiled facing you as you stared back, your heartbeat raising just by the look he gave you. “I’m sorry” You confess, your gaze returning to the fingers that played on the keys of the piano.

“for what, exactly?” John absently asks, pushing the keys of the piano. The sound echoing through the room.

“for shouting at you yesterday. I let my emotions get the best of me.” You admit, flustered as you thought back to your behaviour the previous day.

Meeting your gaze, he lets out a sign as he stopped playing. “I’m not going to lie, it hurt.” His hands fell on his lap, while his gaze dropped to the keys in front of him. “But most of all, I don’t understand what I did wrong?”

You closed your eyes, letting out a breath as you replayed the scene over your head. You let your jealously get the best of you, causing you to react in a way. You were unsure how you were going to explain that to John.

“I got jealous” you whisper in hopes he didn’t hear you.

“Jealous of what?” You watched his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Surely this was going to be new news to him.

Signing once more, your head fell to your lap, playing with your hands as you figure out your next words, “of you and Lara.”

“I’m sorry y/n but I don’t understand why you would be jealous o-“

“I guess I wanted you to act the same way you do around her, to me”

He was silent, and you understood that he still had not figured what you were talking about. “I like you” you express quickly, feeling the huge weight leave your shoulders.

“I like you too, y/n?”

You chuckle in pain as you hear the confusion in his voice. You finally lift your gaze off your lap to his, that were already watching you.

A few seconds, you watched his face turn into realization, “oh-“ he replied, his gaze falling to everything in the room except you.

Considering that as your cue to leave, you got off the stool, turning to leave. Your feet came to a halt as you felt a hand on your wrist. Hearing shuffling behind you, you finally felt his hand leave. His hands fell on your shoulder, turning you around to face him.

Unable to look at him, you looked down in hopes he’d let you go. “look at me” he whispers, “please.”

Your eyes go up, finally landing on his own. ‘If your going to give me a pity excuse and sorry, I really don’t wanna he-“ Your words stop the moment launched his lips onto yours. Your breath hitched in your throat, your brain was unable to process what was happening. And before it got a chance to, he slowly pulled away.

He must have got the wrong interpretation because he was quick to start apologizing, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ You couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his collar and placing his lips on yours. You felt him smile into the kiss, his hands slowly trailing their way from your shoulder to your waist, gently pulling you closer to him.

Your own hands travelled towards his neck, wrapping them around as you both pulled yourselves dangerously close, if that was even possible. The kiss was slow and passionate, both your lips moved in sync. You felt your heart racing as his hands slid to your hips, pushing you closer against him. You licked his bottom lip for entrance, to which he gladly accepted. Your fingers played with the hairs on the back of his neck, lightly pulling them, causing him to get out a groan. A sound which you instantly fell in love with.

Though you knew you both would’ve continued, you were forced to stop when you hear a cough coming from beside you. Both you and John pulled away instantly. Both of you started fixing yourself, trying to look as presentable as possible as you turned to see who had interrupted.

Stormy stood then with the biggest smile on her face. One where she did not even try to hide. “martini anyone.” She asks, laughing as she made her way back upstairs.

“so…you wanna try that again?” John asks, smiling when he notices you blushing.

And with that, he pulled you in for another kiss.

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