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cmncisspnandmore · 1 month

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Coming home to you: Part 3

A/N:This is a short one, im sorry it's taken so long to get out, but ive been struggling a lot. I'm trying to get back into writing, so just hang in there.

Pairing: John Price X Wife!Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.2k

New to the series? Catch up here: Part 1. Part 2

Your mouth clashes with John’s as he pushes you up against the wall, your legs wrapping around his hips as he presses into you. “Fuck…” he groans against your mouth. His chest heaving, as he nips at your bottom lip.

“John….” You moan softly, your hand tangling in his hair as his hands knead at the flesh of your ass.

“Missed you,” he hums, as he trails a line of kisses down your jaw to your neck. His lips are warm against your overly sensitive skin. You missed him too, missed the way his rough hands felt along your skin. The way he smelt of cigars, and his favorite cologne, woodsy and spicy.

John groans, his hands holding you up as he walks you through the house, his boots thumping on the old hardwood floors. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you up the stairs towards your bedroom. A small shriek leaving your lips as he tosses you onto your bed. His blue eyes meeting yours, a primal hunger in them.

“What are you waiting for?” You tease, your fingers finger the hem of your shirt as he kneels on the bed. His fingers twitch at his sides as you slowly slide the fabric up, and pull it off. Revealing your lacy bra, your chest heaving as his fingers find his belt. The soft tinkling of metal as he undoes it.

“You vixen,” John growls, his large calloused hands grabbing yours as he leans over you. Pinning you against the soft mattress. Heat flushes on your cheeks and it takes a moment for you to realize he’s using his belt to secure you to the metal bed frame . The leather biting against your wrists as you tug on them slightly. John’s hand trails down your arms that are stretched over your head, goosebumps erupting over your skin. The warmth of his hands on your body sending shivers of pleasure through you.

“John…” you moan, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as he leans down, his facial hair tickling the side of your neck as he kisses it softly. His teeth were nipping softly at the exposed skin there. Every coherent thought leaves your mind as he trails his tongue down your neck and glides it over your exposed collar bone.

“You make the prettiest sounds,” his voice is gruff with lust as his hands grip the soft flesh of your hips.

“Please…” you whine, lifting your hips off the bed as best you can despite his hands keeping you mostly in place.

“Use your words pretty girl, what do you need?” John murmurs against your skin, as he trails down your bare stomach to the waistband of your jeans.

“I want you… I need you… It’s been too long..” You whimper as he moves his hands to the button of your jeans and pops it open.

“You’re a needy little thing aren't you?” He smiles at you, pulling your jeans and panties down your legs in one swift movement. His fingers tickle the soft flesh of your thighs as he gently nudges them open.

“You were gone.. For a while… It's only understandable that I missed you..” You breathe, pulling against the belt securing your wrists.

A small smile crosses John's lips as he leans down pressing his lips to yours. The kiss quickly becomes all tongue and clashing teeth as John’s mouth consumes yours. It seems like only moments pass before he reaches up, unclasping the belt around your wrists and lets your arms free.

Your hands drive into his hair, tugging on the soft strands. His own hands gliding down your body to the apex of your thighs. He slips a finger between your folds, a desperate moan slipping through your lips as he traces slow circles on your clit. Heat floods your body as he continues the agonizingly slow circles. With a sharp tug you pull back from his mouth, a thin trail of saliva trailing from your lips to his.

“Fuck baby, please don't make me wait anymore. I need you. I need you so bad,” you whine as you grind yourself against his hand.

John looks down at you, sitting back on his heels as he slowly strokes his cock with his hand. His fingers wrapped around his thick length, a bead of precum leaking from the red tip. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth as you watch, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you take in the sight of him. All hard muscle and a smattering of scars from years of service work. He was breathtakingly handsome, and it made your heart swell knowing that this man who seemed to be handcrafted by Greek gods was yours.

You push yourself into a sitting position and reach forward grabbing him by the shoulder as you pull him back down. His arms caging you against the bed as you lay back on the plush pillows. Your lips meet again in a messy kiss, as you spread your thighs to accommodate him. Your legs wrap around his lower back as his cock nudges your entrance, as your tongues battle for dominance. John quickly overpowers you, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip pulling a sharp gasp from you as he slides into you. Your gasp is cut off by a loud moan as he fills you, the stretch of his cock causing a shudder to wrack through you.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good, so tight for me,” John grunts as he slowly rocks his hips into you.

With each thrust the burning desire in your stomach tightens, your hands clawing at his back. “Faster please,” you whimper against his neck as he leans down. His hot breath fanning over your overheated skin.

John gives a grunt of acknowledgement as he picks up his pace, his hips slamming into yours as he places a hand around the base of your throat. Much like he did when he kissed you this morning. But this time he squeezes firmly, not enough to fully cut off your air but enough to restrict it some. Pleasure buzzes in your brain, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock,” He breathes, his hips faltering as you tighten around him. His grip around your neck loosens as you suck in a breath, oxygen flooding your lungs.

“Fuck im close,” you moan, and once again he picks up his pace. The lewd sound of skin on skin fills the room, and the coil inside you snaps. Your walls flutter around Price, coaxing his own release. After a few more thrusts John rolls off of you, slipping out of you. His breathing is heavy as he wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you against his chest. His face pressing into the base of your skull.

“I missed you,” he murmurs into your hair, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

“I missed you too,” you turn over in his arms, coming face to face with your husband.

John's blue eyes meet yours, and a small smile plays on his lips as he studies you.

“What?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him, your eyes trailing over his face. His arms tighten around your waist pulling you against him more.

“Just wondering how I got so lucky..” he breathes.

“You? The lucky one? You’ve got it all wrong. I’m the lucky one.”

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spooky-pomegranate · 4 months

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Everyone Needs An Office Plant

Captain Price x Reader Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Price is reminded of you when an office plant catches his eye.

“John…”

Price stared at the little potted green plant on the windowsill. Its slender leaves stretched out of its clay pot and reached up toward the sun. It looked healthy and strong…

Strong?

Was that something people said about plants? Were they strong and weak? Or were they just healthy and sick? Price wasn’t sure. He never had much of a green thumb. It wasn’t like he kept plants… or at least he didn’t until you. He closed his eyes and tried to remember everything you’d said about them.

You’d barreled into his office, tossing open the door like you owned the place, and demanded his attention.

“Price… Priceeee,” you had whined. “John Price, will you look at me?”

Price looked up.

You had that look on your face; sweet but mischievous. You had a devilish smirk so vixen-like that if it weren’t for your hand, not so subtly hidden behind your back, Price would have thought you had come into his office looking to go another round with him.

“One week on this base and you think you can just break down the door to my office and demand my attention?”

“Yup,” you had smiled at him.

“And why’s that?” Price had said turning his attention back to the papers in his hand, like he couldn’t be bothered; when really he was trying his damndest to keep up the stoic Captain facade.

This had become a game between the two of you. Price played the role of a tough hard-nosed Captain always pressed for time and too busy for frivolous things like sex and you had cast yourself as the sweet little innocent recruit who just needed his help on the field… and in the bedroom. Price had enjoyed the role-play more than he’d expected. He’d already fucked you on the couch that morning after you’d teased him about needing one on one time at the shooting range. He could still taste you on his tongue.

“I brought you a present, Captain.”

Price could hear the smile in your voice and immediately set down his papers. The reports could wait. The strain growing in his pants could not.

“A present. For me?”

“Well, I looked all over this base for a handsome man to give it to but when I couldn’t find Gaz I thought of you.”

That mischievous grin of yours had grown even wider. Price tried to scowl out at you but you’d wiggle your eyebrows at him and you’d both burst into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah yeah. I’m sure I’m second best. Come ‘ere. Let’s see what you’ve got, love.”

You came around Price’s desk and plopped yourself on his lap.

“It’s a cactus!”

Price stared down at the thing you’d put on his desk. It was small, no bigger than the stapler it sat next to; a strange color, the spines at its peak were an odd pinkish and purple; and Price thought it was overall a decidedly pretty ugly thing.

He was confused. What was he supposed to do with this?

“Love, why did you get me a cactus?”

“As much as I love this office…” you said getting up from his lap and walking toward the other side of his office. You dragged your fingers over the back of his leather couch and Price couldn’t help but think about the noises you’d made there this morning. The moaning and whimpering. The way you had called his name again and again as he’d tasted every inch of you.

Price’s pants were getting tighter.

“…I just thought it was missing something. Every office needs a plant.”

Price cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t have time to take care of plants. I’m not here often enough to water them.”

“I know that’s why I got you a cactus. It’s not like other plants. You don’t have to give it that much attention. Just don’t forget about it and water every once in a while. That’s all it needs. It's perfect for you,” you said circling back toward Price’s desk.

“I don’t know.”

You leaned over Price’s desk and picked up the tiny plant in your hands. He looked between you and the ugly little thing.

“Oh come on. I’ll teach you how to take care of it. Plus I can see it now you’ll be a good… plant daddy.”

Price couldn’t help but laugh. Ever since he brought you to his base you’d started showing this new side of yourself. This sweet and silly side. He’d seen small bits of it before. When you’d tease him or crack a small joke But now… you were like a flower, finally blooming into all of its glorious colors after a cold and rough winter. It made him love you even more.

“Come ‘ere,” Price said and you rounded his desk, settling back into his lap. His hands slid around your stomach and he pulled you close. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and Price planted a kiss against your neck.

“Price…” you sighed.

“Yeah, love.”

“I've gotta be honest with you. I didn’t get the cactus because I thought your office needed a plant.”

“No?” Price craned his neck to get a better look at you. You looked so pretty today.

“No,” you said shaking your head. “I got it so you’d look at it and think of me. I know you probably can’t have a picture of us together so I just thought…”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?!” you said excitedly, turning in Price’s arms and pressing your forehead against his.

“Yeah. I love it and I love you.”

A smile beamed across your face and Price’s heart skipped a beat. How could anyone be so beautiful, so perfect? You were so sweet to him.

“I love you too,” you said before pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Your hands slid up his stomach and over his chest. Price groaned quietly. He loved how you moved against him. No matter how many times he’d been on the receiving end of your delicate touch you never failed to ignite a fire in him. The flame swept over his body and Price pushed his tongue into your mouth. He needed more of you. He wanted more. You tasted sweet and sugary. His own hands found your waist and he rocked you forward, grinding you against his thighs.

“Thank you for the gift,” Price whispered in your ear. “But I don't need a cactus to be reminded of you. You're always on my mind.”

Your head rolled back and the softest whimper left your pretty pink lips. You always melted under his praises.

“My love, my girl, my everything.”

“John…”

“JOHN!”

“Mhmm,” Price hummed, still staring at the leafy green plant in the window.

“John, did you hear anything I just said?”

Price's eyes snapped from the green leafy plant to the woman who owned it. Laswell sat behind her desk impatiently tapping her pen against a stack of surveillance reports.

“Just repeat the end, Kate.”

Laswell sighed, tossing her pen against the nameplate on her desk.

“When was the last time you got any sleep, John?”

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blackterrae · 8 months

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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

Vinnie Hacker

Tiktokers

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

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adnauseum11 · 2 months

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Check Point (John Price x Reader)

John makes dinner and you discuss decorating for the holiday.

1.1k words

CW: none - this is pure fluff. (Or is it?)

Feedback welcome!

This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U. series, the Masterlist is also pinned to my blog.

Masterlist

John is like the cat that got the cream the entire next day. He’s never out of reach, not exactly hovering, but staying within arms-length. He eventually talks you into watching football with him, which you do, curled around each other for a few hours. He’s only vaguely sorry about the bruises on your thighs, but mindful of them when jostling with you for position on the couch so you can’t get too annoyed with him.

He offers to cook dinner, so you occupy yourself by dragging your box of Christmas decorations out. It’s not big, and half of the box are vintage glass ornaments you are too scared to actually hang on a tree, the glass thin and fragile and the ancient wire hangers rusty. You look up at John after carefully setting the vintage ornaments aside, trying to gauge how receptive he would be to going shopping this close to the holidays. His eyes raise off his task to meet yours, like he can feel the weight of your gaze.

“I don’t have any of the hardware needed to get a tree darling, I think that may have to be a task for next year.”

John speaks before you can say anything. You press your lips together to keep from smiling at his allusion to next year, something warming in your chest at his easy projection into the future.

“That’s alright, I was actually wondering if you would consider coming shopping with me tomorrow? I shouldn’t be spending more money right now but all my decorations are old and you have approximately…?”

You hold up your hand to John, indicating he should fill in the blank you have left at the end of your sentence. He understands without having to be prompted.

“None.”

“Right. Thank you.”

John sighs, going back to his task before replying.

“On a scale of one to ten, how necessary is this shopping? Worth dealing with the crowds?”

You hum, thinking for a moment while you watch him work. You forget, sometimes, that John is a veteran with trauma. He’s so self-assured and confident that things like busy crowds and loud venues half the time don’t occur to you as potential triggers, just a normal course of life. A part of you knows that the landscape is different for John, last night being a prime example.

“No, you know what, don’t worry about it. I can go on my own.”

You cut him some slack, not wanting to put him through unnecessary hardship. That has him looking up at you again though, unexpectedly. He looks like he’s going to say something and then presses his lips together, redirecting himself to rolling a chicken breast around ham and cheese.

You don’t realize he’s still stewing on it until you’re setting up little reindeer figurines made of ceramics along the edge of the island where he’s working.

“Do I get a say in any of this decorating?”

You look up at him, surprised. His face is serious, tracking your placement of the ceramic deer.

“How do the deer offend, my lord?”

You joke, unsure if John’s annoyed with the decorating itself or your choices. He shoots you a look that would probably have anyone else quailing. You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed with his grump and set the deer down in place firmly instead.

“Don’t give me that look, what’s wrong with Vixen and Blitzen?”

“Nothing.” He backpedals, but you aren’t having it.

“You wanted a say, let’s hear it then.”

You gesture with your hand, encouraging him to come out with it. He straightens and looks at you steadily before surprising you again.

“Why did you uninvite me?”

“Uninvite you? From what? Shopping?”

You’re grasping at straws, trying to piece together what’s annoyed him about being let off from that particular task.

“Yeah. You asked if I wanted to go and then told me to forget it immediately. Is this because I don’t condone all that glitter?”

You can’t help the swell of affection that squeezes your heart, looking at him frowning down at you. His hands are held aloft, covered in chicken juices but you step into his side and wrap your arms around his waist tightly anyways. The snowman figurine with generous glitter had been a hard no from the former Captain when you had unpacked it.

“No, it’s because I didn’t think it was fair to ask you to deal with the crowds. Your lack of festive spirit is a separate issue.”

“I can be festive.” He huffs, deflating slightly in your arms.

“Say it louder so my snowman can hear you.”

He shoots you a look and you smile, patting his ribs before letting him loose again.

“You can come if you really need to have a say, John. I just didn’t think it was worth putting you through all the hustle and bustle for just a wreath and some knick-knacks.”

“I know you; you say just a wreath and knick-knacks but you’ll be back here with more bags than you can carry if you’re unsupervised.”

That’s a fair point but you’ll be damned before you let John know that you agree.

“Oh, well if I need saving from myself, I suppose you’re the man for the job.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, casually placing another deer in the line-up. He shakes his head, wisely, focusing back on his work, placing the chicken on a baking tray.

“Trying to save the flat’s limited storage space, love.”

“Hmm…I suppose I can believe that.”

You agree easily, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. He smiles to himself, carrying on to wash his hands at the sink. You watch him, the strong lines of his back flexing under his old t-shirt as he moves. You can’t help picturing the way his back would look as he moves inside you and feel your belly swoop and face heat at the image it conjures in your mind. He turns to dry his hands and catches you staring, face flushed. He raises his eyebrows at you and tucks his chin, a look you know well as an unspoken question. The slow smile that curls across your face is anything but innocent.

“How long is the timer set for?”

You can’t help asking, the thrill of teasing John perennial in your life, now with richer rewards for your trouble. He’s able to read your thoughts just as easily as you read him apparently because his answering grin is savage.

“Long enough.”

Your feet are moving before he’s finished speaking.

Next Chapter

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stvolanis · 6 months

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❥JCS MASTERLIST❥

( so far )

Elvis: ❥ All Dolled Up PT.1

❥ All Dolled Up PT.2

❥ All Dolled Up PT.3

❥ Broken heartstrings

❥ Pretty Stars

❥ BIRTHDAY BOY

Stranger Things: ❥ Don’t Wanna Grow Up. (Jim Hopper)

❥ Nancy Wheeler (Drabble)

❥ Strawberry Kisses (Nancy Wheeler)

Scarface: ❥ LOVE GAMES (Tony)

❥ soft lovin’ (Tony)

Saltburn: ❥ Farleigh Start Drabble

❥ HOT & HEAVY (Farleigh Start)

❥ Toxic! FWB! Farleigh Start

❥ Vixen. (Farleigh Start)

❥ lover<3 (Farleigh Start)

❥ Mean! Farleigh Start

❥ Love & War (Farleigh Start)

❥ Farleigh Start x Innocent! Reader

❥ Farleigh Start w/ size kink

❥ Farleigh Start x Hybrid! Reader

❥ Intruder Alert! (Farleigh Start)

❥ Hearts & Kisses (Farleigh Start)

❥ last saltburn related post (reposts excluded) :’)

THE LOST BOYS: ❥ supernatural S/O

GUNS N ROSES: ❥ Pink Roses. (Axl)

HAZBIN HOTEL: ❥ Now I know you better (Alastor)

OUTER BANKS: ❥ Rafe Drabble :)

❥ Another Rafe Drabble..

❥ jj Drabble

❥ summer lovin’ (jj)

❥ Rafe & his hybrid!puppy gf drabble

❥ rafe & his praise kink Drabble ;P

❥ dbf!Pope drabble

❥ rafe w/ his housewife drabble

❥ subby john b drabble

❥ mean rafe drabble

❥ jj w/ his prince albert piercing :)

❥ stepbro! rafe

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Forget About It: John Nolan x Reader

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References to Bad Timing - You and John have always had bad timing.

You don’t talk about the night you came over to John’s house but he thinks about it all the time. He fantasises about your lips, the light pressure and the tender heat. The way you felt underneath his hands as they chased up the inside of your shirt. The press of your body against his as he pulled you into his lap, grinding up against you. He’d never wanted anybody as much as he’d wanted you in that moment.

When he sees you in the precinct he doesn’t know what to say, the two of you are alone in the locker room. You’re coming off shift because you’ve just finished a stake out with Vestri and he’s in early because he can’t sleep.

“We should talk about it.” He says softly as you close your locker.

“We should just forget about it.” You counter as you shrug your way back into your leather jacket.

Your necklace tangles in the collar and you growl in frustration. He knows this version of you, exhausted, temperamental. You’ve been working back to back shifts the last couple of days, trying to get out of your own head.

He reaches out to help you, his fingertips lightly drawing the chain away from the fabric before it comes to rest against your collarbone. He realises too late that he’s made a mistake. His body brushes against yours and he feels that stirring again, that undeniable chemistry he feels whenever he’s with you. His thumb ghosts along the curve of your jaw as his forehead comes to rest upon yours.

“Becca,” He whispers before he kisses you. “How am I supposed to forget how good this feels.”

Your fingers thread through his hair and he’s drowning all over again because being with you, it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.

The door slams open and the two of you break apart. He sees the look in your eyes and he knows what you’re going to do the instant before you do it.

“Becca…” He says but you’re already slipping out of his arms and hurtling away from him. He doesn’t try to stop you, no matter how much he may want to because right now you’re in pain and its on him, he's the one that caused it.

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cowboyfromh3ll · 7 months

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Ameliorate

(John Marston x Fem! Reader smut)

Warnings: none besides smut

I decided my first actual post would be John Marston related because I love him and he's my babygirl 🩷 (he is my favorite)

There was nothing pleasant about Saint Denis. At least not to John. As soon as he walked in, the city seemed to burst around him. It was the rousing hub of Lemoyne, teetering on the edge of pleasurable and wild. Stone paved streets, Victorian homes, large gated manors and estates occupied by industry magnates and crime lords putting on ornate facades. Flashy shops, extravagant theaters, lush parks, and bars in abundance. The crowds overwhelming, smells shocking; The miasma and smog of industrial factories, petrol, gas, horse dung, and somewhere in the mix was the smoky scent of restaurants.

It seemed as though Saint Denis was the only place where the wealthy and thieves alike could coincide. He could at least fit in somewhere in the equation. He would’ve never imagined himself ending up in a place like this. In fact, he preferred staying away from all this ‘civilization’, as Arthur once said. If it weren’t for the fact that the gang had been practically forced to move further east, he would’ve never come here to begin with. But alas, with more and more threats coming to the gang, John found himself here. He figured he might as well familiarize himself with the city, opting to go out on his own.

But one thing about Lemoyne, was that the heat and humidity was like being punched in the face by a sauna. John knew of the heat here, but the crowds and atmosphere only seemed to make it worse. He hadn’t even been out long and he was sweating his ass off.

John walked towards one of the many bars with the intention of cooling off, unfortunately finding himself surrounded by people of obvious higher social standing than him. He had never been one to put too much thought into his appearance, but the stark difference between his simple beige vest and dirt stained jeans to the three piece suits and sumptuous fabrics of silk lined dresses of the patrons was jarring. For a moment, he actually looked down at himself, making a subtle attempt at dusting himself off before walking further in.

He approached the expansive wooden bar and sat himself on a polished leather stool, clearing his throat awkwardly to get the bar tender’s attention. He had never felt more out of place in his life. But on the bright side, maybe he’d be able to get some sort of lead here, as risky as that was. He ordered himself a whisky, but he was surprised to discover this place also served as a restaurant.

John hadn’t even picked his whisky up, too preoccupied with the several dishes whose names he had never even heard of before on his menu; eventually deciding on lobster bisque, something he had never tried.

As he was about to hand the menu back, a sly little vixen slid onto the stool next to him.

“Make it another whisky, and a plate of beignets.”

John could barely register the add-ons to his order as he became aware of your presence next to where he sat. You had an endearing yet mischievous look in your eyes that’d made John second guess every interaction he’d have with you. You wore fashion typical of rich folk around here. Wide frilled skirt with a tightly fitted corset hugging and accentuating your figure. Your decorative accessories alone were probably worth more than anything he had in his satchel.

“Excuse me?” He finally said.

“You’re excused.” You chimed playfully, picking a beignet off the plate that was served before you. John could only wonder how entitled and stuck up this complete stranger must’ve been to order things for themselves under his tab.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He narrowed his eyes.

“I’m not doing anything. You’re the one who’s treating me!” You batted your lashes.

John swore to himself, attempting to restrain himself in fear of causing a scene. Especially when he was already calling so much attention to himself by simply existing there.

Normally, John wouldn’t have the patience to entertain someone so upfront and entitled in such a calm manner, but he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. Your features were downright angelic, your wealth obvious not only in how you dressed but how you took care of yourself. Your strongly scented shampoo and perfume wafting to him and intoxicating him like some sort of spell.

“So what’s an angel face like you doing chatting up a complete stranger like me?” He asked, sipping his whisky. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“‘Dunno, you looked interesting. Way different from all the guys ‘round here.” You responded. John wasn’t sure whether or not to take it in a good way considering the state of his appearance. But you found the roughness of his features so attractive. You couldn’t help but find yourself chatting him up. What you intended to do, he wasn’t sure, but he wanted to see where this could go.

“Shouldn’t you be talking up some rich boy?” He asked through a mouthful of lobster. You shook your head.

“They’re so boring. I’m looking for someone more… fun.” You punctuated your sentence by rubbing your leg next to his. John swore he heard himself gulp as he watched you bite into another beignet, the powdered sugar cascading down your plump lips and onto your shirt. He didn’t falter for a moment though, wanting to return the same energy. He would do anything to not let this moment slip from his fingers; it was like whistling on a hunt for a rabbit that would run away if one didn’t go in for the kill.

“Well I don’t know what you initially saw in me but I could give you something worth your while.” He smirked. He dipped his thumb in the powdered sugar, moving to cup your cheek with the same hand. He smoothed over your cheek, feeling the supple and soft skin. As he expected, you turned your head in his hand, taking the sugar coated thumb into your mouth and sucking ever so slightly. The inside of your mouth was as soft as satin and as warm as a freshly fried beignet. John could hardly breathe as he watched you lap at the thumb lasciviously, far longer than necessary. He finally retracted his hand, watching the way you momentarily chased the touch before settling back into your seat. He felt the blood drain out of his brain and into his dick as his mind blanked on what to do.

You noticed the effect you had on him, flashing a toothy smile. He became encapsulated by your plump lips, eyes lingering on them for too long. He jerked suddenly when he felt your hand slide up his thigh, just shy of a few inches from his cock.

John could hardly remember how he got into a room upstairs with you, his mind veiled with a fog of lust so thick, it was comparable to the fog of the bayous. The two of you were all over each other the instant you made it into the room. His hand found its way to the back of your neck, yanking your forward so your lips could meet. Your lips molded together like clay as you both parted your mouths almost in unison, a beautiful display of like-minded desperation. Teeth clashed and tongues slid up against each other, and you made sure to suck on his tongue as he moved back slightly.

You both tasted the whiskey on each other’s tongues, and you made a note of the taste of cigarette smoke on his. He moved back to look at you, cupping your face again like he did before, instead this time he moved to slide two fingers past your lips. You accepted them ceremoniously, wrapping your lips around them and looking at him through your eye lashes. His dick twitched against his jeans as he watched your head bob down slightly on his fingers, the digits disappearing into your velvety mouth. He gasped softly, almost moaning, and he willed himself to slide his fingers in as far as he could into your mouth. John nearly jumped for joy when he realized you didn’t gag, no matter how far down he pushed.

He began thrusting his fingers In and out of your mouth, enjoying the slick sound coming from your throat. John swore he could get off on that alone. But how could he pass up the opportunity to take up a treat such as yourself who was practically presenting themselves on a golden platter to him.

John pulled his fingers out slowly to observe the strand of saliva that connected him to your sweet pink gullet. John’s cock was so hard he thought it might burst, and in another moment of animalistic desire, he pushed you onto the bed, crawling on top. You giggled at his assertiveness, and you thought to yourself how you found exactly what you were looking for.

The two of you sat up, clumsily undoing his belt together. Once you heard the satisfying click of his belt coming undone, your lithe hands worked his zipper open and pulled down his pants. You hooked your fingers on his drawers and pulled, the underwear hitching on his erection before slipping completely over it. You buried your face next to his cock, and at once you were enveloped in the scent of sweat, unruly black curls brushing against your cheek and nose, and the soft skin of his throbbing cock against your face. You looked up at him as you grasped his cock with one hand, slapping it against your cheek playfully before opening your mouth and repeating the same ministration on your tongue. John let out a guttural moan, intertwining his fingers through your hair.

His eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he watched you envelope his cock whole in one go. The sounds he let out were downright embarrassing. The feeling of wet muscles sliding over his cock was almost too much to bear, and you felt his fingers tighten in your hair.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart…” He gasped, a pathetic attempt at composing himself.

You pulled your head back up, slowly, making sure to see the way his face contorted as you hollowed your cheeks. After watching you repeat this same ministration a few more times, the fondness of orgasm began to lurk up behind John. His body trembled almost uncontrollably, and he found himself pushing your head down, holding you there. The tip of his cock slid deeper into your throat, which seems to contract and close around him. There was a sick enjoyment he got out of watching your nose buried in his curls as you sputtered for breath. He pulled you off before it became too much for you, allowing you a moment to breathe. Several strings of saliva connected you to him, some breaking and drooling down your chin. He pushed his cock up against your lips, using his free hand to slap you on the cheek a little.

“I never got your name sweetheart.” He said.

You had to move your face slightly to the side to answer.

“(name).” You responded.

“Well I’m John sweetheart, now let’s get you out of those clothes.”

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead redemption #john marston x reader #john marston #john marston smut #van der linde gang x reader #red dead fanfiction #red dead redemption x reader

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hrefna-the-raven · 7 months

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Detroit Become Human - Masterlist

Masterlist

mostly Gavin Reed x reader

The Academy (Prequel to Lawmen)

Chapter 1 - The supreme art of war (is to subdue Gavin Reed without fighting)

Chapter 2 - Storm in a teacup

Chapter 3 - Douche level: onion

Richard (John) Perkins / Gavin Reed / Captain Allen x reader

Lawmen

Chapter 1 - The Jackal and his vixen (Richard Perkins appears first)

Chapter 2 - Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest

Chapter 3 - Douche in shining armor (Gavin Reed appears first)

Chapter 4 - Love is a tale told by an idiot (18+)

Chapter 5 - A brief spell

Chapter 6 - Train and gain (Captain Allen appears first)

Chapter 7 - Thou shalt love thy detective as thyself (18+)

Chapter 8 - The mission

Chapter 9 - (Don't) judge a book by its cover (18+)

Chapter 10 - Broken (18+)

Coming soon....rewritten as Elijah Kamski x sister!reader

Christmas spirit (Gavin Reed x reader)

Christmas present (18+) (Richard Perkins x reader)

Mistletoe (Ralph x reader)

Icing (18+) (Ralph x reader)

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xx-theblack-vixen-xx · 8 months

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INTRO POST!!!

Heya! i'm vixen! dis is my Blogsona!

This is a hole made of Productive procrastination

DONT BE AFRAID TO DM ME!!!

I LIKE TALKING TO PPL BUT MY ANXIETY KEEPS ME FROM INITIATING THE CONVO!!

Mbti: INTP-t

♒️ ♓️ cusp! Birthday is February 17!

Autism, anxiety, adhd <- diagnosed

Shame based identity, Rejection sensitive dysphoria,

Maladaptive daydreaming, RSD, depression, auditory processing disorder, sensory processing disorder, … <- undiagnosed

DNI IF YOU ARE T.R.A.S.H

T- Transphobic

R- Racist

A- Ableist

S- Sexist

H- Homophobic

A list of ALL my (not shared) blogs:

KEY: vixen talks/reblogs. FANDOM ASK BLOGS, OC ASK BLOGS! Shitposting hiatus

@vixentheforestdweller Posts more focused on my personal life!

@vixen-infodumps I post stuff here when i don't want to bug my main blog's followers I AM MUCH MORE ACTIVE ON THIS BLOG

@vixen-hornytimes where i post suggestive stuff!!

@methirstingforcharacters you get the idea @starbies-hellhole My TADC oc rp Blog!

@vixen-vent Where i post/reblog vent posts

@maker-of-shitposts pretty empty, random shit that crosses my mind

@askcupcrossovers MY MOST POPULAR BLOG, ITS A CUPHEAD ASK BLOG THAT YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT! (HIATUS)

@ask-the-aces-casino My casino oc ask blog!

@ask-solo-and-casino-cups MY CASINO CUPS OC ASK BLOG!!

@ask-outoforder EMPTY FOR NOW! BUT IS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS @ask-the-aces-casino!! (i might even make a crossover episode!!!!)

JOIN MY DISCORD!! vv

A list of fandoms i'm into is:

Cuphead, Batim, hollow knight, Undertale/Deltarune, FNaF, Minecraft,

tadc, dhmis (show and web series), the world of Mr. plant,

Invader zim, the dragon prince, ROTTMNT, TMNT 2012, Mutant mayhem, HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, DINOTRUX, TRANSFORMERS PRIME,

DEAD PLATE, YOUR BOYFRIEND, JOHN DOE, MY DEAR HATCHET MAN, GAVRIL,

the owl house, svtfoe, gravity falls, dead end (paranormal park),

Hazbin hotel, helluva boss, lackadaisy, murder drones,

Demon slayer, Boku no hero academia, death note, SPY x FAMILY, fairy tail.

THIS WILL BE UPDATED OVER TIME!!

A FOOL’S GUIDE WHEN YOU’RE GONE

SOME FAV POSTS OF MINE

ALL TAKES/Hair…?

#idk what im doing #tumblr chaos #shitpost #intro post #introduction #introductory post #pinned intro #blog intro #introducing myself

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initiumseries · 10 months

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who are your favourite black characters - animated and not animated

Oh fun question. We capitalize Black in this house, and this is absolutely going to show my age but you asked, and I wouldn't say favourite for most, because I don't know that I have a strong attachment to every show but did like them, and you'll probably notice, most of the time they just have to be Black and on a show for me to like them so here we go:

As usual, in no particular order -

Numbuh 5 - Kids Next Door

I thought she was funny, and she was Black and that's really all it took for me, lol. I based one of my characters off her actually.

Miles Morales

I feel like this goes without saying.

Goliath - Gargoyles

LOL this is so funny to me because the VA is BLACK. And Goliath always read to me as Black, and Elisa Maza...anyway lol. It always struck me as deranged that whenever the gargoyles in general, but ESPECIALLY Goliath AND Demona turned human, all of them were always white. Just didn't make any sense even as a kid, and I blame racism. This is probably the only time I'll go up for non-human characters coded as Black and no I won't be arguing about this.

Out of the Box

This dude held me down after school every day and the song still SLAPS.

Mr. Trick - BTVS

He is SO unsung but I loved almost every scene he was in.

Lieutenant Van Buren - Law & Order

The only cop I like. she sued the cops for racism.

Detective Green

Before he was on that stupid DC show, he was a cop on a better show lmao. See above.

Storm - X-Men & Xmen Evolution

She's Storm.

Virgil Hawkins - Static Shock

One day we'll talk about what the fuck is up with all the Black people having electric powers, but today we'll put some respect on Virgil's name.

John Stewart/Green Lantern - Justice League/Unlimited

The only green lantern I recognize.

Vixen - JLU

John fumbled her BIG TIME.

Abbie - Sleepy Hollow

This show fumbled her BIG TIME. Lord release us from the shackles of Black people being cops in shows.

Papa Pope

He rocked my ENTIRE world off axis when he showed up and read Olivia for filth and then fucked up her white side piece.

Annalise Keating

She was SO messy, but she should've killed them kids too.

Michaela Pratt

I had issues with her SL but she was a real one.

Greenleaf patriarch & matriarch - Greenleaf

tbh with you it doesn't really matter what these two people are in, I'm going to watch the fuck out of it.

Lafayette - True Blood

I feel like this goes without saying. RIP.

Romeo Carter - Student Bodies

for OBVIOUS reasons.

Jett Jackson - Jett Jackson

Again, obvious reasons. RIP.

Ashley Banks - Fresh Prince

I liked her because she was around my age when I was watching the show.

This whole family - Family Matters

I don't have a favourite. This whole family was Black in a time where there were few Black people on tv much less whole families.

Hobie Brown - Across the Spiderverse

Obvious reasons.

Chloe - Sabrina the Animated Series

I feel like I've dug significantly into the archives of my brain. I'm sure there are characters I've missed, but this is what I could remember. Fun! - oh wait no!

Prudence

She stole the damn show. I watched for her and Ambrose *only*

Tak & Quellchrist Falconer - Altered Carbon

This sleeve of Tak specifically.

Michael Burnham - Star Trek Discover

She acts her ass off in any role so honestly it doesn't matter.

T'Challa - Black Panther

No I will not expand. Sigh. RIP.

All of them - Black Panther

Ok I think I'm done. I've reached into the archives of my childhood, and I'm sure there are more I've forgotten, but yeah, here's top of my head. :)

#across the spider verse fanart #buffy the vampire slayer #justice league unlimited #how to get away with murder #altered carbon #black panter wakanda forever

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themosleyreview · 11 months

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The Mosley Review: Fast X

By now we know what to expect from the Fast franchise. We expect it to be entertaining while absolutely physically impossible for the majority of the stunts and action sequences on screen to practically be done. I believe the last time anything on screen was particularly grounded in reality was Fast Five and then it officially started going off the rails with Furious 7. At this point this franchise has gone from the classic street racing of exotic and flashy custom cars to now international special operations. This "family" should just honestly just open up their own private security or private military company. Fast 9 truly went too far in trying to deliver a spy thriller that was truly too much and teetered on the level of a Michael Bay film. Luckily, this film learned from the mistakes of that film and actually tried to focus on a story. The insane action and ridiculous amount of family quotes are there, but this was dare I say, more toned down than the last few entries of the franchise. The cast of characters continues to grow and some were fun and some others felt shoved in for no reason. Also, there is an abundance of magic that happens in this film where somehow a character just appears without any explanation or origin.

Like I said the cast keeps growing in these films so I'm just gonna highlight the ones that actually stood out. Vin Diesel continues to lead the franchise as Dominic Toretto and I liked that he starts to actually show some worry this time around. He takes to the role of fatherhood very well in a number of scenes, but he can't help himself and somehow gets back in the action. Michelle Rodriguez is always fun and as Letty, she gets to have her moments to kick ass in the last half of the film. Ludacris, Tyrese Gibson and Nathalie Emmanuel return as the fun hacker trio Tej, Roman Pearce, Ramsey and they continue to have the best chemistry in the more comedic scenes. Sung Kang returns as Han and he doesn't really have much to do until he finally faces off with Jason Statham's character, Deckard Shaw. Its not the fight we dreamed of, but a decent fight and eventual team up. John Cena returns as Dom's brother Jakob and he is a far step away from the tough and stoic nature he was from the previous film. He was still fun to watch though and did what he does best in the action and comedic set pieces. Alan Ritchson was so much fun and excellent as the new Mr. Nobody's Agency leader, Aimes. He isn't as predictable as he may seem and he fits in the fold of the franchise so well. Brie Larson was good as the daughter of Mr. Nobody, Tess. She reminded me why I like her as an actress and she was definitely having fun throughout the film. Charlize Theron returns as the fun and villainous vixen Cypher. She continues that cunning and quiet sinister charm to her personality and I loved that she wasn't the only villain on the roster. Jason Mamoa was a complete maniac of a rockstar as Dante Reyes. If there was ever a villain that felt shoe horned, but then evolved into something memorable, he would be the very definition. He is flamboyant yet unpredictable and vicious in his devilishly playful nature. I loved that he played mind games with Dom and others as his words always had multiple meaning. He is too good for this franchise and he lets you know it with all the genuine fun he is having.

The score by the great Brian Tyler keeps the adrenaline pumping in all the action scenes and brings back all the familiar themes he created throughout the series. The action in this film is on par with the absolutely ridiculous and over the top nature this franchise has turned into. Even with that said, I couldn't help but notice that there was an actual effort to tone it down this time. Yeah sure you have the pinball machine sequence in Italy and then the Dam sequence, but for the most part, it was actually believable. I think the team behind these films realized the problem and are slowly going back to basics maybe. There was an actual race in this film and it was the most tension fueled race I've seen in this franchise since the fourth film. There are so many moments where people just show up out of nowhere and the pacing of this entry was very quick which was a plus. Overall, I found this entry to be easily entertaining and without the amount of idiocracy of F9. There is a character that returns and you'll ask yourself how and I hope in Fast 11 they actually explain it instead of the nonsensical way they did with Han. Do stick around for the mid credit scene that has a surprise, but with the launching point of the story of Fast Five, you'll know who it is immediately. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

#fast x #vin diesel #michelle rodriguez #ludacris #tyrese gibson #nathalie emmanuel #Jason Statham #charlize theron #sung kang #jason mamoa

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herstoriies · 6 months

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The Staunton Family Barony Title

I've come to the idea to call the Staunton Family Barony...

Foxley

So we have:

The Right Honourable Baron & Baroness Staunton of Foxley

& later this becomes: The Right Honourable, Lady Staunton, The Dowager Baroness of Foxley.

I think this would also be correct: Priscilla, Dowager Baroness Staunton of Foxley

As far as Barony succession goes, I’m gonna say it started with Edmund’s great-great grandfather, so that makes them:

The Right Honourable…

Lord Staunton, 5th Baron of Foxley & Lady Staunton, 5th Baroness of Foxley

Or simply, The 5th Baron/ess of Foxley.

FWIW, some of the other Barony names considerations: Hastings, Windermere, Montagu, & Brockhall. They all sounded fun and regal but I couldn’t find much as far as meaning behind it. Maybe they can be reused? Open to feedback here too.

Kept coming back to Foxley because, well, Pris & her stories' vixen/fox motifs. And it leads to a possibly solid clue for the inspiration to her alias "Madame X". (Inspired by the John Singer Sargent painting of the same name … & y'know like the 'X' in Foxley? a house full of cunning foxes stealing chickens I mean priceless art?)

Also another big bain headcanon idea...

the Foxley barony crest has a fox on it, but the Staunton family crest/heraldry has a lion. Hence, Edmund's alias is:

Leon de Cryme

!!!

Also when I saw this on Google when looking up the Staunton crest I was sold on the whole Foxley idea:

#+ baron staunton #+ headcanons #as always #feedback welcome!

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Title: Make a heaven of hell Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI) Chapter: 1/3 Word Count: 8.8K Tags/Warnings: Lucas Grey x female reader. No use of Y/N. Smut. Porn with plot (lots of plot). Bleak. Angst. Hurt No Comfort. Grimdark. Seedy strip club. Vixen Club from Hitman: Absolution x1000. General gross vibes. Hostile work environment. Illegal activities. Set during Lucas's mercenary years. Reader is a dancer. Both damaged and unhinged in their own ways (how can this go wrong?) Unhealthy relationships. Friends with benefits. Threats of violence. Threats of gender-based violence. Background/implied/referenced violence. Implied/Referenced Prostitution. Minor Original Character(s). Death of Minor Original Character(s). Undernegotiated Everything. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Dry humping. Fingering. Oral sex. PIV sex. CNC. Stranger sex. Unprotected sex. Semi-public sex. Rough sex. Hard kinks. Consensual but NOT safe or sane. Dark fic. Ambiguous/Open Ending. Dead dove: do not eat. A/N: Gonna have to keep writing fics set in Grey's merc years just so I can keep making hostile work environment jokes. And shout out to John Milton's 400 year old poem for the fic & chapter titles.

AO3: (X)

It's a familiar rhythm. Terms. Conditions. No hard feelings.

(Pretty songbirds belong in pretty cages, and running out the clock only works if you're the winning side.)

chapter i. in the lowest deep a lower deep

The other girls notice him first. There's a possessive tenor to their stories, the way the words curl in their mouths in a haughty bestowing, interrupted only as they part for you; you rush to the counter, wincing and clutching your bag, slotting between them and a chorus of "welcome back" before they continue, the giggling and chattering so fever-pitched you fear for the structural integrity of their vocal cords.

On a normal night you'd drop everything to get in on the gossip, kick up your feet and settle in, warm yourself by the campfire of other peoples' trivialities. But there's no time, the last bits of sand trickling down the top of the hourglass, the grit of it sinking between your teeth, even though you've broken every traffic law in the book in your efforts to get here faster. (And no doubt irreparably ruining your relationship with the scrap heap you call a car.) You've both made it though, so all's well that ends well, no matter how much the engine wails at you in protest. Stupid thing.

"And the one always in the corner, don't forget him!"

"The blonde?"

"No, no, the dark one across from him, the good-looking one. I think he—"

You'd sigh—the impatient exhale of coming in mid-story—if it wouldn't fuck up your painstaking, halting attempts at a cat eye. No matter how you angle yourself or your hand (sharp inhales when you lift your arm and move something painful behind your ribs), every flick of the gel pen leaves you more and more uneven in an odd seesaw of black ink. Cocking your head in the mirror and staring in stunned disbelief only brings the mess into further focus: definitely more Marcel Marceau than Sophia Loren, and it only gets worse. This liner clearly hates you and wants you dead—perhaps from all the times you've dropped it on grimy bathroom floors—and it's five seconds away from being javelined across the room before Maria finally takes pity on your increasingly frustrated strokes. She deftly slips the offending pen from your hand as she sits you down and goes to work fixing your face.

"Have you seen him yet?" She asks you, practically humming, so close the brightness of her aches to look at. "He's usually with a few others, at least these past couple of nights. They all look military to me, but Susy says no, too wild."

"That, and they sound British," Susy says, shrugging her shoulders and swinging her manicured feet from her perch on the countertop. Cigarette ashes gather below. You can see the No Smoking sign in the reflection of a mirror—an old joke and sour, pungent punch line. "D'you think we're being invaded by the British Army?"

This causes a cascade from the others:

"You've clearly never worked a club near a barracks—"

"Practically French, the way you'd surrender—"

"Horizontal collaboration, was it?"

"Taking your Chanel obsession a little far—"

The argument escalates without any input from you, with much maligning of various nationalities, Maria insisting that some of the men are actually American, and Susy rebutting that her handsome one, at least, is British.

"If they tip well, I don't care if they're the FBI or MI5," is all the answer you give when they turn to you as the tie breaker, kicking off another round of giggling about how good the men would look in suits, and whether they'd keep their weapons on them during sex. You do sigh, then, but not all the chirping that follows is useless, and you tuck away the tidbits of information that filter through: who stacks dances, who asks for extras, who tips well or not at all, and then more speculation about the glowering dreamboat who spoke only just enough for the girls to ascertain his accent. There's a pang of conscience from somewhere deep inside, stashed out of sight in the dark recesses of some boarded-up ruin—hunting your friends' regulars is a little low, but. . . Maybe these new guys do have money, and maybe one of them will be careless enough that you'll be able to buy yourself something nice this weekend.

It depends on the group, whether this becomes a windfall for the club or a complete shit show. Complete shit show is the safer bet—odds so short no bookie would take you up on it. These guys don't sound military, but you need to see for yourself. Experience is the best teacher: you get all kinds here, the allure of such a lively, colorful watering hole bringing everyone in from their arid planes of existence, and by now you have a pretty solid idea of what to expect from a guy just by the look of him.

Most are boring. Faceless. Excruciatingly normal. Just looking for an escape from the suburban nightmare of their daily lives, bitching and moaning as though someone's holding a gun to their head, making them work that shitty job or cave to a girlfriend's demands for marriage and babies and a white picket fence. They treat dancers like therapists, even in the champagne rooms (a real therapist would be a lot cheaper—they wouldn't have to tip those). If the guys are regulars, you know their kids' birthdays and the drama with their coworkers. Good, boring, decent take home. Things get spicier when the Delgados and Morenos start arguing over turf, as though there's not multiple routes to traffic narcotics from one side of the globe to the other; oh no, they need this little corner of the world, the bastards. Every decrepit, pot-holed street in the city will overflow with their violence, always catching more than one dancer in the floodwaters that spill over into the club. Doesn't help that management will dam the doors open for them. You try and stay far away if any happen to saunter in—bad news all around.

Mercenaries, though. . . hit or miss. Some will tip well for a dance or two, and some are like the men from the cartels. They'll take what they want, and your menace of a boss won't care as long as they empty their wallets in the process. You try not to think of the girls who have gone missing over the years.

There's a reason this place doesn't offer health insurance.

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Official OC Ships

FOUNDERS ERA

Brunhilda of Cologne x Mathilde Coventry [ @camillejeaneshphm ] x Lachlann Doherty [ @hphmmatthewluther ]

Henriette of Wessex x Frederick of Kent [ @that-scouse-wizard ]

Sancha Delgado x Betwixt, Monarch of the Changelings [ @hphmmatthewluther ]

Luxia Thorne x Evander Mountmorris [ @foundersofhogwartslegacy ]

next gen;

Dayana of Glasgow x Sam Doherty [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Odalric the Red x Matilda of Essex

Akelda the Tragic x Edward the Valiant [ @cursedvaultss ]

THE RISING ERAS

Matteo Somerset x Sancia D'Este

Ipolytta Howard x Thomas Somerset x Drystan Gaunt [ @foundersofhogwartslegacy ]

HPHL

Primrose Gray x Malcolm Stolberg-Burke [ @gaygryffindorgal ]

Cecilia Balinor x Lavinia Wakefield [ @gaygryffindorgal ]

Jesse Seymour x Nadia Erbland [ @gcldensnitch ]

Beatrice Brown x Orla Atkinson [ @nightmaresart ]

Blanche Dubois x Lionel Astor [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]

Ernest di Napoli x Abigail Bennett [ @mjs-oc-corner ]

Adonis Demiurgos x Minerva Kennedy [ @unfortunate-arrow ]

Marcellus Thorne x Victoria Montgomery [ @nightmaresart ]

Nilufer Sultan x Simon Battersea [ @unfortunate-arrow ]

Phineas Falcon x Hestia Herron [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]

Emmeline Falcon x Abraham Alden [ @cursed-herbalist ]

Sara Rosier x Carmine Elderberry [ @potionboy3 ]

Lihuan Wei x Noelle Brenton [ @magicallymalted ]

Lucie Cromwell x Thane Greenaway [ @potionboy3 ]

Ambrose Cromwell x Melinda Ives [ @kathrynalicemc ]

FBAWTFT

Jude Dubois x Caspar Brokenshire [ @cursebreakerfarrier ]

Vincent Somerset x Margaret Taylor [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Enya Thorne x Robert Astor

Atticus Demiurgos-Kennedy x Iolanthe Arcano [ @kathrynalicemc ]

Albert Rosier x Ruth Marchmont [ @potionboy3 ]

RIDDLE ERA

Elodie Dubois x Lyubomir Vulchanov [ @magicallymalted ]

Lawrence Somerset x Millicent Abbott

MARAUDER’S ERA

Denise Shannon x Remus Lupin

Delphine Vixen x Bessilyn Quinn [ @gaygryffindorgal ]

Sybil Vixen x Valentina de Valerio [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Rue Selwyn x Regulus Black

HPHM

Isabelle Dubois x Penny Haywood

Valentina Somerset x Caiden Solace [ @camillejeaneshphm ]

Semele Thorne x Kaari Arcano [ @kathrynalicemc ]

GOLDEN ERA

Rocío Gallardo x Trinity Reynolds [ @hphmmatthewluther ]

Almudena Gallardo x Neville Longbottom

Jimena Gallardo x Jebron Perphyra [ @nicos-oc-hell ]

HPMA

Mary Ann Von Deyne x Gabrielle Blanchet [ @nightmaresart ]

Harry Seymour x Savannah Bradford [ @mjs-oc-corner ]

Lennox Arcano-Thorne x TBD [ @gcldensnitch ]

Diana Somerset x Tiberius Dormer

Shreya Battersea-Parsons x John Arthur [ @potionboy3 ] x Kevin Farrell

NON-HP OCS

Lady Marie Beauchamp x Eloise Bridgerton

Lisbeth Foy x Ada Thorne

Esmeralda Yakovsdotter x Genya Safin

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