#wait something about a bee and not enough clothes

[bookwyrminspiration]

please please please give me your thoughts and opinions on trc I need to know every thought you have had about the series ever

I would love to share! Have not read the dreamer trilogy yet, hence the reread because I'm finally getting around to it. I got to Ronan crying after trashing Adam's dorm and being banned, then for some reason got distracted from it.

But! There are a few things that first come to mind: ronan is so so precious to me. I have a type of favorite character and he is it. I would hold him in my hands but he'd never in a million years let me. He is raw and unbridled and fascinating. I don't think we'd get along great, but he's such a good character.

Second, I'm like 97% sure Blue and I have the same haircut. Not pictured: me five minutes ago tying my hair into the spikiest ponytail and trying desperately to find more clips because it's just not quite long enough to work, but I like it. Need more clips tho. Enamored with her eccentricity and commitment to it. When I first read her descriptions however many years ago, I didn't quite get it, but I do now and I aspire to be as unconventional and intentional as she is.

Another thing I can't stop thinking about: Noah. No other loss has hit me and stuck like him. It's wrenching, just how poignant his "death" is. I say death because I know he's dead, but I'm referring to how he quietly faded from time. It guts me every time I think about it because it's so unlike what you find in any other writing. As painful and raw as death can be, in other books, they aren't gone. Not fully. There are memories and memorabilia and fond thoughts and moments. There is a space where they were, and it may be empty but the space is there. Not for Noah. He isn't dead, he doesn't exist anymore. There are no thoughts, no space where he used to be. He's gone from the story in a way no other character death provides--and it hurts. Especially reading that scene where Ronan wrote remembered in the car window. Because I know he isn't. I know that the only place Noah exists is in our, the readers, minds. That he's only truly there in your first read through and you don't even know to treasure it. Because rereading it, you see him on the page and know he's not there. Not in the same way. At least to me. It is devastating and I don't think any death will ever compare to it for me.

This series was designed to be reread and even though it's been long enough I don't remember everything, it still hits. And I am immediately reminded why I adored the series so and why I read through it so fast, even though it hadn't been anything like what I thought it was about. I cannot believe I've let cdth and mister impossible sit on my shelf for so long--i've had cdth since like 2019, 2020 or something. really soon after it was released

i know the series just ended or something like that, and I'd been joking like "haha everyone else has reached the end of the story but since I haven't read it I get to live in a world where it isn't over <3" but now I am oh so aware that's it's over and that time it limited. i am going to reach the end and that will be it but I won't be the same. you know how that is, when a story ends and there's nothing new, and you can reread and talk about it and enjoy it but something has changed?

anyway, my point is wow I missed this series and I'm so glad I picked it up again on a whim

#trc #the raven cycle #quil's queries #nonsie #long post #i need to eat this series alive with my teeth #they are THE found family #also I know I didn't talk about everyone but i didn't wanna go overboard #and also I've forgotten like 95% of everything about henry #toga party. working with blue and staging and argument to keep her raven boy hating reputation intact #that's about it #wait something about a bee and not enough clothes #i didn't have the chance to grow fond of him my first read through but I know some people really are #so I will be entering into those books with a more open mind #oh and I'm part way through dream thieves at the moment #will also try to be open minded about kavinsky. as I wasn't too fond of him first time around either

[in-som-niyah]

"See, I love your Icing"

Warinngs: softdom!Jason, cum eating, slight dumbification????, jason says princessa instead of princess idk, babying??? (NOT AGE REGRESSION)

in which Jason just can't wait for you to frost the cookies...

The warm Gotham sun shone proudly through the blinds of your shared bedroom where Jason was taking a well-deserved afternoon snooze.

Though he tossed, he managed to stay asleep through the night and quite late into the afternoon.

Not having the heart to wake him, you got your day started. After some hours pass with Jason nowhere near out of bed, you decide to indulge in some solo-cookie making.

Unbeknownst to you, you would not, in fact, be doing anything solo.

As if timed, you hear the bed creak in the other room, signalling an awake Jason. It wasn't too bad, sharing your cookies with him, especially since you made enough for the both of you.

Jason stirred awake. His arms reaching out in all directions to find a source of loving warmth he has come to know as you. Disappointed, he flipped onto his back and rubbed his face. He was running through his duties in his head when his thoughts were silenced by his other, needs.

Feeling down his body, he recognizes the sizeable bulge in his boxers and squeezes, suddenly regretting being 'too tired' the night before.

You washed your hair yesterday and with the added time in the shower, your skin was buttery soft. Usually, you would moisturize with a shea-based lotion to combat dryness which makes your skin glisten.

Unbeknownst to you, this drove Jason wild.

Just the thought had him reeling in his pants.

That's it. He had to find you.

Tumbling out of bed, he neglects putting any kind of substantial clothing on (like a shirt) because, according to his horny logic, it will end up on the floor anyway.

As he makes his way out of the room, the smell of sweetness hits his nose. You're up. And you've bee busy.

Perfect.

When he steps into the kitchen, he finds you humming to yourself in your his shirt kneading something that smelled amazing.

Unfortunately for the cookies, he's not too interested in them at the moment.

"Hey sleepybird!" You greet as his footsteps grow closer to you.

Before you could turn around and give him a proper hug, his hands magically find themselves around your waist and massages your hips.

"g'morning to you too, pretty girl" Jason slurs, sleep clearly still with him.

His head finds a home in the crux of your neck, breathing in your scent as his lips find purpose on your soft skin.

"you weren't in bed" he sadly reprimands with a slight pout. You fondly remember how grumpy he was the last time he woke up without you.

"Okay first off, its afternoon and second..." You pause to turn and look at him, "I'm making cookies." You finish excitedly.

Before you could turn your head, a thick, scarred, hand finds its way to your jaw and gently guides it up to his awaiting lips.

At Jason's attempt and deepening the kiss, you break off and look at him.

"but Jaybean what about the-" You were cut off by a by a passionate kiss to your jaw, then your neck, then your collarbone-

"wait- wait what about the cookies?" You finally get out, breathless and flustered by his sudden actions.

You sheepishly turn to look at him, only to find a puzzled and slightly annoyed Jason.

"You're right, finish the cookies. I sure ain't stopping you." He finishes with a smirk.

That smart ass motherfu-

His lips began their assault on your neck again making your knees weak and head light. He was right, he was in no way actually stopping you from finishing laying out the cookies on the sheet, but you'd be a fool if you didn't know he had something up his sleeve.

"J-Jason" you whine, mind desperately trying to focus on rolling the dough into balls and placing them on the sheet.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He briefly pauses to respond to you, his hands still roaming the expanse of your tummy, hips and ass. All places he should not be when you're trying to finish these damn cook-

"c'mon princessa, use your words." He prompts, this time parting your legs with his knee, causing his thigh to rub against your now-soaking folds.

"Awww is my baby all wet from just kissing?" Jason teases before you could reply.

Still somewhat confident, you deny his accusation with a firm 'no', but that only got you two of Jason's thick, curled fingers in your cunt to check, and sure enough, your pussy betrayed you. As he removed his fingers and sucked your essence off of them, the loss of fullness ignited the fire of need in your core.

"J-Jay...please" You plead. You need him so bad that you have no idea what you're asking for. All you need is him everywhere and all at once.

"Please what?" Jason quips.

Oh.

He was being mean today.

Well then.

In defiance, you grind your ass down on his bulge, which earns a hiss and a chuckle from him.

"Not yet princessa. You said it yourself, finish the cookies."

How dare he get you so hot and bothered? Your annoyance was quickly replaced by determination as you picked up another piece of dough and rolled it in your hands.

You almost drop the ball when Jason's hands plant themselves at your hips and begin to move you up and down his thigh.

The motherfucker was playing dirty.

A breathy moan escaped your lips as you tried to contain yourself for the sake of finishing what you started. Training your eyes on the materials in front of you, you desperately rolled ball after ball of dough and placed it onto the tray.

Growing impatient, you begin to grind down on his thigh, earning you some actually satisfying friction for once.

Though Jason was disappointed, he let your little stunt slide, since you were almost done and his cock was beginning to throb.

As soon as you put down the last ball of dough, Jason roughly grabbed your jaw and dominated your mouth. His hands around your hips stilled, giving you the perfect opportunity to grind your ass back against his throbbing crotch.

Moaning loudly, Jason turns you around to the sink and has you wash your hands before hoisting you up onto the island where he begins his mission on your neck once more.

Your cunt was screaming for relief, but you were concerned about the baked goods just below you.

"Jason" You began in a moan. "fuck- the cookies! y-you really wanna do this in front of the cookies?" You joke, trying to see if you have some leeway on where he dicks you down.

He acknowledges you and shoves the baking sheets to the other side of the island, and lifts you to sit properly on the counter without lifting himself from your neck.

"So? I like icing on my cookies babe, especially if its yours" He retaliates.

By now Jason's hands have made it under your his shirt, to massage your braless tits and tweak your hardened nipples.

You hands were also busy making quick work of his boxers and freeing his weeping cock. The red angry tip could be seen even from your hazy, half-lidded eyes.

He captures your lips again, distracting you from his sneaky hands removing your shirt and quickly making their way down to your panties.

Jason briefly takes a step back to pull off your panties and step out of his boxers, giving you the view of a lifetime.

His hair was tousled by both sleep and your vicious hands, his forehead was covered by a thin layer of sweat and his toned abs flexed with every bend of his broad back.

The sight alone made your walls clench around nothing.

"Liking what you see princessa?" He taunts as he presses his forehead to you and smirks.

Without giving you a chance to reply, he prods at your soaking entrance, pumping himself a few times.

As he begins to sheathe himself in you, He forces your head to eye-level with his, silently telling you to keep your eyes on his as he studies your fucked-out face while he sinks into you for the first time.

Both of you moan out pornographically in unison, the pleasure of eachother overwhelming the both of you.

"m-move...please jay move p-please" You beg, the feeling of his length filling you up just right, overwhelms your senses.

"Anything you want pretty girl" He mumbles as he pulls out almost entirely and immediately hides himself back in your folds.

The sound of skin slapping skin fills the kitchen and surrounding area.

Over and over he would full you up so, so good making you see stars when your eyes rolled back into your eyelids.

The coil in your tummy began to tighten and almost snap, but there was too much going on to focus.

"J-jay" You whined, growing desperate for relief.

"Fuck- yeah baby?" He say as he tears his eyes away from where you two are connected to look into your eyes.

"Wanna c-cum" You slur, eyes rolling back as a particularly hard thrust rubs that special spot inside you.

"Then cum" Jason replies, with a slight smirk.

"c-can't" you whine, tears beginning to flood your eyes. You were so close, yet still too far

At this, Jason took pity on your poor cunt, and decided to spare you.

"Shhhhhh I know I know-" he begins, slowly sneaking an arm around your wast while the other makes its way onto your puffy clit.

You clench hard at the new stimulation, almost making Jason cum on the spot, and cry out.

"Better?" Jason questions, knowing damn well the answer to.

You nod your head arduously, as your legs begin to tremble around his waist.

A few more of his circles on your clit and you were reeling, head thrown back and moaning.

"C'mon baby, 'm right with you" Jason slurs as his thrusts become sloppy, clearly holding on as best as he could.

At this you began to focus on the coil in your tummy again paired with the added stimulation on your clit. You feel the pressure mounting quickly and you're barely able to catch your breath.

"You're right there sweetheart, I need you to get there for me hm? Can you do that?"

You nod your head again and try to speak before the coil completely snaps and you tumble over the edge. Your mouth is left agape as you tread your way through white-hot bliss.

Your orgasm causes Jason to tumble over as well, and he cums inside you with a groan. Ropes of cum painting your insides a milky white.

Your body is limp when you come down, Jason's strong arms immediately around your back supporting you as you gain back your awareness.

"You okay?" He asks, genuinely this time.

You manage to answer him through your pants.

Impulsively, he drags a finger down your folds and tastes himself mixed with your essence.

His face blooms with happiness at the taste.

"See, I love your icing."

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See i told yall i would post <33

this post was made in holy matrimony with @fandxmslxt69 in the comments of this post

alr time for bed

COMMENT ON MY WORK IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE!!!!!!!!

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[peachesofteal]

That Ghost x Soap with their daughter art has me seriously fucked up (thanks @ethereal-night-fairy)

I can't stop thinking about Soap and Ghost trying to raise Bee on their own in the disco baby au after this ask from @mockerycrow.

Those first few nights when they're completely blindsided. Simon in a full blown shut down because he cannot process anything that's happening, emotions running him over at full speed because he's terrified of being a Dad, he's terrified of ruining a child, he's terrified of becoming his own Dad, he's terrified of not being good enough. He's afraid that Bee will grow up with a target on her back, that she will end up in danger or worse because of their profession. And he can't stop thinking about you. He can't stop thinking about how all they were trying to do was protect you when they left, how all they wanted was for you to be okay, to not have to wait, to not have to be emotionally tortured for how ever long they were going to be gone. How they didn't want you to have to bury them. He can't stop thinking about how he failed you. How he promised you he'd always take care of you, that they'd always be here, and when you needed it the most, they made decision to leave you. He cannot forgive himself. The thought that they did it to better your life has long gone out the window. He hires a PI to try to find you, with zero luck.

Johnny is the opposite of a shut down. He's in a free fall. He's feeling everything, all at once. He runs out onto the street after they read the note, sprinting down the block, searching every face for you. He holds Bee for the first time when he comes back, taking her out of the carrier because she's sitting in it, on the kitchen table while Simon stands three feet away, staring at her with his arms crossed. She's fussing, and Simon is frozen, and Johnny doesn't know what do so he just, holds her. He rocks her. He sings to her. It all comes somewhat naturally to him. He fluctuates between heartbreak and anger. He tortures himself by staring at Bee sleeping in her crib at night just so he can see something that somewhat resembles your face. He cries himself to sleep. He dreams about you. Simon overhears him telling Bee stories about you at bedtime, or bath time or meal times. Johnny tells Bee about how beautiful you are, how sweet and kind you are. He tells Bee how much they loved you, how they wished they had been there, how they made a really big mistake. Johnny scoops baby food into Bee's mouth, all while explaining to her that you worked at an art museum, and loved to paint. He describes your paintings to her at bath time, and puts Bee to sleep trying to hum lullabies of your favorite songs.

Time passes. They find Bee's medical records, they get her chart from the day she was born. She was three months old, when you left her at their doorstep. They read the physician's notes, about how Mum was alone, how Mum was given a long list of support resources for PPD. Johnny is distraught. Simon fears the worst.

Simon retires early, so he can be at home full time. There's a ceremony, small. Gaz and Price are there, along with Johnny and Bee, who watches her Dad accept some honor medal that he doesn't care about from a man in a fancy uniform. Simon lets her chew on it the whole way home, which Johnny hems and haws about, but Simon doesn't care. He doesn't need some shiny piece of metal. He has almost everything he wants or needs in life. Almost.

Simon learns how to be a Dad, and he becomes a pretty good one at that. He's the first one to make Bee giggle, one night after a nappy change and getting her into bedtime clothes, when he's letting her lay on the floor for her usual tummy time, and he groans when he gets down on his knees. She thinks it's hilarious, and he spends the next half an hour doing it over and over again, exaggerating the sound of his old knees just to see her face light up.

Johnny is a natural. He just already knows how to do it all. He's not nervous when he holds Bee, he's easy with it. Cradles her every which way, gets her to fall asleep anywhere. He can tell the difference between her hungry cry, her full nappy cry, her "I'm having feelings but I have no words" cry.

Bee gets croup right after she turns six months. Simon has a panic attack over it, and they both lay on the bathroom floor with her while it fills with steam, counting each breath her little lungs take.

Bee turns one. They have a birthday party. It's another small affair, but Price and Gaz come, along with a few others that live relatively close. She spends half the day curled up on Uncle Gaz because she cries ridiculously every time Johnny or Simon try to pull her away. Gaz gloats about it to Price non stop. They sing happy birthday, the guys "help" blow her candles out, and everyone watches Bee smash a vanilla cake overzealously and try to stuff as much of it into her mouth as possible. Price films the entire thing for Laswell.

Simon's phone rings, right after the cake. It's set to vibrate, and it startles him from his back pocket. When he glances at it, it's a number he doesn't recognize, which is even more strange. He moves away to accept the call, and Johnny gives him an odd look, but Simon waves him off. No sense in worrying him.

When he presses it to his ear and says hello, there's a sharp intake of breath... and then your voice. Saying his name.

"Simon?"

#peaches writes #disco baby au #simon riley #johnny soap mactavish #soap x ghost

[ghouljams]

waiting for the day cowboy!könig finally decides that enough pining is ENOUGH and just decides to ask bee out on a date.

if bee isn't already wooed enough by how nice this big and handsome man is to her all the time then imagine how much more wooed she'd be when it seems like könig *just* know what she likes and dislikes. she's probably thinking "wow! it's amazing how you can guess what i like and don't like!" and könig (nasty little bastard) is just nodding along like "yes yes of course :3 (innocently)" as if he didn't gather that info from spying on her like bffr !!

There are too many kindnesses to ignore. König is too nice to you, and you realize you've fallen for him like you remember the sky is blue. It feels like something that's always been there, nurtured with careful hands and soft works. You wonder sometimes if that's the way König is with everyone. If it's just you that thinks about him like this.

Then he touches you, looks at you a moment too long, whispers to himself with words you half catch, and you think the feeling might be mutual. Still, you'd hate to ruin a good friendship on wants and wishes.

You do your best to stay platonic. To ignore the butterflies in your stomach, the tight hope in your ribs, each time you go out with König. Not dates. You tell yourself firmly, coach yourself in the bathroom mirror. Tonight is no different. Just your weekly dinner. Your own personal thank you to König for all his help. You truly couldn't do this without him.

You bump into König as you turn away from the stove and he catches you with a gentle if firm hand on the small of your back. His eyes wide with surprise at your stumble, before they soften. Your heart pounds in your chest, your stomach fluttering with just the slightest touch from him. His hand slides off you, fingers curling like he could hold on just a moment longer if you let him.

You can't take it anymore.

You grab the front of his shirt and tug him down, pushing up on your toes to press your lips against the warm cloth of his bandana. You're not even sure you're kissing the right spot, but it feels right in the way it makes König lock up. Shit. He doesn't even touch you. You pull back, mentally kick yourself for ruining things like you always do.

König all but rips the bandana off when you do, wrapping his arms around you to press his lips to yours without the barrier. You don't have time to process the way he sighs against your mouth, barely can think past kissing him back. You never believed in the whole fireworks thing, but maybe they meant the flip in your stomach, the desperation in the slide of König's lips as he kisses you like he's just come home from war, the shudder he sends through you with just the tilt of his head.

There's nowhere for you to go, completely held by the arms around your shoulders and waist. Well, that's not completely true. You can press more firmly against König. Try to stand taller as you slide your lips against his, feel his tongue swipe against the seam of your mouth entreatingly. There's nothing that could have kicked your brain out of your head quite like his tongue twisting against yours. He's like a furnace, warming you up wherever you touch him as you lean against his broad chest.

When's the last time someone kissed you like this? Made you feel like you were something they'd never get enough of?

The smell of burning food reaches your nose and you turn your head from König's kiss with a loud panicked swear. His arms loosen around you as you turn to switch off burners and stir the pot you were supposed to be watching. Your chest heaves, a little breathless from kissing König, which- wow, first of all. Second of all, you don't really know what you're supposed to do after that.

"I suppose this is a date then?" König answers for you. You laugh, doing your best to salvage dinner.

"You should've told me I would've dressed up." You joke back. König hums, his fingers tracing over your hips to the edge of your shorts, feather light when they skim your skin. You suppress the shiver it sends down your spine.

"You always look beautiful," He tells you softly, and you duck your head, not able to keep the shiver down that time.

#cowboy!König #oc: bee #könig x reader #könig call of duty #König x you #könig mw2 #f!reader #x reader #Wow Bee cracked first but I can't blame her #König was never going to make a move #Bee is very determined to not make a fool of herself the rest of the night #but it's really hard when König keeps kissing her #and she feels like she gets a little dumber every time he does #pushing at his face while they're watching a movie after dinner like #stop kissing me or I'm not gonna be able to send you home #König doesn't tell her but that's the idea

[trippy-thot]

No More (Xavier Thorpe)

TW: Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex, Dub/Non-Con, Cheater!Xavier, Creampie, Dacryphilia

A/N: idk how I feel ab this, like my writing wasn’t the best

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You don’t know how you ended up here. In this position to be exact. All you wanted to do tonight was to watch the new Scream movie with your best friend.

★・・・・・・★

“Xay! Open up.” Your knocks onto the dorm room door we’re in intervals of 3. It was cold and you’d been out here for a solid 2 minutes waiting for him to open the door. Just as you were about to call it a night and go back to your hall, the door opened revealing your best friend.

God, he was hot. There was no denying that Xavier Thorpe was sculpted by the gods themselves. How could he not be? With his chiseled jaw and toned body. His perfect 6-pack that led into an even better v-line. And his hands. His large, veiny hands. Hands that would fit ever so nicely around your-

“Hey? Eyes up here.” He snapped his fingers, forcing your attention up from his towel wrapped waist to his eyes. The blush that crept across your face couldn’t be helped. Clearing your throat, you pushed him out of the way and walked over to his bed. The door shut and you could’ve sworn you heard the lock click as you grabbed everything out of your bag. His footsteps echoed through the small room and into the bathroom, no doubt putting clothes on.

A small part of you wanted him to stay the way he was. There was no harm in looking at him as long as you didn’t do anything, right? I mean c’mon, who were you to destroy his relationship? Especially if it was with Bianca. Not only was she the queen-bee of Nevermore, but also your friend. Maybe it was for the best that he put clothes on. It helped to suppress all the feelings you had for him. And the thoughts.

After setting out the few snacks and getting the movie loaded, you patiently waited for him to come out of the bathroom. But as per usual, he took his sweet time. God forbid you had to be back in your own dorm by 10. Everything had to revolve on Xavier’s time. With another shiver running down your spine, you decided to take this opportunity to put on some extra clothes. You only had yourself to blame for wearing some pajama shorts and a shirt. Looking around you didn’t want to go through all of his clothes in the closet so instead you settled for the hoodie on his stool.

His scent filled your lungs as you put it over your head. Something along the lines of mint and fresh laundry. A smile plastered your face as you did, the fabric making you feel warm instantly. Xavier was still in the bathroom so you took initiative (Again), to look through some of his artwork. Roaming his sketchbook, you flipped to the back part since you’d been familiar with his previous pieces. Drawings of the lake, quad, and friends were on each page. But the very last one caught your attention. It was of you. Not just of you smiling and laughing. No. The drawing was of you sprawled out on his bed, completely naked. Tears streamed down your face as your hands pushed up. “You ready to start the movie?”

The voice of your friend caught you off guard, making you slam the book on the table. There were no words to say to him. You didn’t know what you could say. So with a nod, you got up and sat on his bed. He did the same, but it was a bit awkward. The twin size bed was barely big enough for Xavier’s 6’2 self so what makes you think the both of you would fit? Apparently he was thinking the same thing. Without warning he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, placing you in between his legs. The brief silence was cut short when you began the movie. Even after it started his hands didn’t leave you. Barley 15 minuets into the movie and you could even pay attention. Not with the way his chest was against your back. His hands affectionately rubbing circles into your sides. Especially not with the way his chin rested on your shoulder, his breath grazing your ear.

You were turned on to say the least. It made you feel like shit though. Knowing that it should be Bianca in your place. All you and Xavier are, are best friends! So why was he being so handsy with you? And why weren’t you doing anything about it?

“Is this the hoodie that was on my stool?” Your thoughts were interrupted at the sounds of his voice. Again, you only nodded; Trying your best to focus on the movie and not the way he seemingly pushed himself closer to you. “Is there something wrong? Why aren’t you talking?” His tone became more stern, demanding almost. Shaking your head no, you turned the movie up on the computer. Xavier didn’t like that answer. Hence the way he forcefully gripped your chin to make you face him. Panic arose in you as he did. He was going to ask about the drawing. Ask you what you saw and what you looked at. Then he’d kick you out or something worse. He took notice of your facial expression, his own softening. “Aw, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry. I just want to hear your pretty voice.” A thumb ran across your cheek as he smiled. It was hard to stay scared at such a beautiful face. Finding yourself melting into his touch and his voice you finally spoke. “I was just cold. But I didn’t want to go through your closet.” He smiled again and leaned closer to you. “So you went through my sketchbook instead?” Face dropping, your eyes winded. Any hopes of him not asking? Vanished.

“No?” Rolling his eyes, he looked from you to the desk. “Don’t lie to me. I saw you go through it. The way you smiled while you flipped through the pages of the lake. How impressed you were with the one of the quad. And the way your legs closed, mouth parting when you got to the last page. You know, the one of you on my bed? Where you’re crying oh so prettily for me?” Flabbergasted didn’t even begin to describe how you felt. Babbles of you denying it and trying to make an excuse didn’t phase him. He knew that you saw. And based on the way you were avoiding eye contact, your cheeks getting flushed now, proved that to him. After a few more seconds he got tired of your excuses and decided to shut you up with a kiss.

A harsh one. His lips met yours, hungrily biting at them. It took you by surprise, making you gasp. This gave him an opening to shove his tongue into your mouth. As he attempted to explore, you shook your head, trying to stop him. Of course it didn’t work. I mean, seriously. Where’d you get the idea you could ever overpower him? With your weak self, smaller than him. Hands gripped your hips harshly, making you yelp. Finally he removed his mouth from yours, reaching over to move the laptop off the bed. In one swift motion he had you flipped onto your back, his large body hovering over yours. The fear in your eyes, trying to hide the desperation made him feral. Xavier pulled off your shorts, then his hoodie along with your shirt, leaving you only in your panties. He ogled your chest with his eyes before leaning down and sucking harshly on your boobs. His left hand gripped your waist tightly to sure you wouldn’t get up while the other groped your right boob. Eventually he switched, not carrying about your kicking or thrashing of your arms. When he finished your nipples were swollen and perky.

Eyes meeting, he felt his boner grow at the sight. It was just like his drawing. Your red and teary eyed orbs sulking at him. Hands pushed onto his chest trying so desperately to get him off of you. He wouldn’t stop for your tears. If anything he wanted to provoke more out of you. Tearing his shirt off he watched your crying stop briefly. Very briefly to look down his front. He knew that was your favorite part of him. His abdomen in specifics. Your crying resumed when he took off his sweats and boxers as well. Sure, you had thought about this many many times. But you didn’t want it to happen this way! Not when he was with Bianca, and not against your will! Yet the prodding thought in the back of your mind made you think otherwise. Still holding both of your wrist in one hand, he dipped down in between your legs. Screaming ‘No’s’ and ‘Stops’, as he pushed your panties to the side only made him more excited.

He licked his lips, eyeing your glistening pussy. Your own wetness already coating your outside. “You’re already so wet for me, love. Don’t tell me this is…turning you on?” Shaking your head, you tried so hard to protest but the second one of his fingers entered you? It was all over. His long and slender digit curling inside you made you buckle your hips into him, the faintest moan leaving your lips. Xavier of course took notice of this and looked back up at you with a shit eating grin. “You like that?” No response. He did get one when he pulled his finger out only to put a total of 3 in you. A loud moan escaped you, making him chuckle. The way he circled and explored you with only his fingers made you feel crazy. Even crazier when he picked up the pace.. “It’s ok. Make as much noise as you want. I know you’re enjoying it.”

“But w-what about Bianca?” Those 4 words made him stop entirely; Pulling his fingers out of you all together with a wet ‘Pop’. Your panties were taken off you all together as you watched him move up you again. His nose scrunched as he aligned himself with your entrance. You really shouldn’t have looked down. A gasp left you as you eyed his cock. It was a good 8 inches, maybe more. Decent in girth but extremely long. There was no warning, no words, nothing, before Xavier shoved himself into you fully. A cry of bloody murder left you as he did. He decided to shut you up with another kiss. This time it was less forceful and even passionate? There was no time for you to adjust before he bottomed out inside. Hands clawing at his chest he did nothing. Right as he began to thrust into you, you made another mistake of looking down.

You could see the outline of him inside you, his top prodding below your belly button. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. Feeling you tighten around him, he looked down to meet your gaze. Eyes widening as well, he moved a hand down to your stomach and pressed on you. The moan you let out was by far his new favorite sound. That was all the confirmation he needed to continue. Head dipping into your neck, he pulled out fully only to shove himself back in.

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The chorus of both your moans and skin slapping echoed throughout his dorm room, maybe even the halls. By now you’d cried more tears than you could count but that didn’t stop Xavier from licking them right off your face. The coil in your stomach was bound to snap for the 3rd time soon. It was a bit baffling that Xavier still hadn’t finished. No doubt he was close. Your neck and collarbone were now covered in purple and blue. There was barley enough energy left in you to speak. Again, only whimpers and the occasional moan of his name left you. On the verge of passing out, all your senses came back when there was a knock at the door. Xavier stopped for a brief moment, still inside you. Silence. Then the door handle jiggled.

“Xavi? Why’s your door locked?” A gasp left you at the sound of Bianca’s voice. Hands pushing at his chest again, he grabbed them and pinned both above your head. “No reason! Just b-busy right now.” He replied. You knew it was wrong. Of course it was. But the slightest part of you wanted the door to unlock and her to come in and see. Having no idea what overcame you, your hips pushed down against him in a way to ask for him to keep going. It caught him off guard, making a groan slip out. “Xavier?” Her voice rang out again. He turned back with a smirk before pounding into you again. This time hard enough to make the bed hit the wall. “Have you seen (Y/n)? She isn’t answering her phone.” Moaning as he bit your shoulder again he replied. “No, I haven’t. Maybe check her dorm?” “Are you ok? You sound tired. And what’s that noise?”

“Nothing! Just go! I’m really busy right now.” He snapped. The second he did her footsteps echoed through the hall. Turning back to him, his grip on your hands tightened. “We should s-stop now.” Xavier laughed at your statement. “Now you say that? Not at the beginning?” A halfway deadpan was on your face. Did he not remember you begging for him to stop? (Not like he would’ve anyways). His thrusts became harsher and more erratic. “You’re gripping me so tightly-Even if I wanted to pull out, I couldn’t. But I don’t think you want me to.”

He was right. You didn’t want him to. If he could stay in your like this for forever? You’d let him. But you’d never admit that. “Y’know, every time I fucked Bianca, I imagined you.” He smiled and kissed you again. “I thought about you crying and moaning my name. I thought about you begging for more and cumming around my cock. I wanted it to be you that I came inside.” You felt him twitch inside, your vision beginning to blur. “You like the sound of that?” No thought went through your mind as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer. Chuckling he moved your hair out of your face. “I think you do. I bet you’d like it if I came inside, filled you up.” More babbling of his name left you. All it took was a meek ‘Please’ from you for him to finish.

He pushed inside you as far as he could, hot cum spurting deep into you. A large groan of your name left his lips, his face full of pleasure. The last thing you saw before everything went black was Xavier fingering his cum back into your weak body.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-One: Ada Wong + Panties/Lingerie

You see, Ada's favorite color on you was red.

It could be anything, the Christmas sweaters you wore during the cold and harsh winters.

You always wear that red cocktail dress when the two of you go bar hopping.

God, those red pumps that you styled with pretty much anything just so you could show off how good you walked in them.

To say that Ada loved you in red was an understatement. She had never clearly said that she would rather see you in red than any other color, but you already knew that about her.

That's when you get an idea of a surprise for the both of you in a way. You shifted through your clothes, socks, and panties drawer before finding no stylish and new lingerie sets. So, you were set out on your mission.

You made your way to the mall. The large letters above the store's entrance lit up with pink hues. "Victoria's Secret." It was a store that you very rarely ever came into now.

But for Ada, you'd do and spend whatever just for her.

You walk into the crowded store. Women and young girls are all walking about the store. You are bee-lining it towards the sexier, less teenage side of the store. The mannequins that are around are dressed in beautiful sets of pink and black bras, but that's not what you're looking for.

Then out of the corner of your eye, you watch the glimmering sparkles of red. A flowing top that barely covers the tops of your breasts. As you get closer, you see that the panties are basically nonexistent.

You grab two before grabbing a few other things. When you walk up to the checkout, the woman standing there is smiling with a bright smile. "Did you find everything you were looking for?" She asks you. You nod, "Who helped you?" She asks. You don't want to answer her question.

You just want to slip out of the mall and back into your car before you go home and can surprise your girlfriend.

"I was able to find what I needed without help. Can you wrap that one up separately?" You ask, pointing towards the other set of lingerie. The woman nods, wraps that one up, and then everything else.

When you get home after the backup on the highway, that made getting home, take an extra hour half. Ada is thankfully not due home for at least another thirty minutes, so it gives you time to take a quick touch-up shower and get into your set of lingerie before wrapping yourself up in your fluffy gray robe.

You set the small Victoria's Secret bag on the table, moving it around as you try to set up something special and sexy. You crack out and open a glass of wine for the both of you. When you hear the front doors lock turn and you feel your heart start to beat up.

At first, Ada isn't paying attention, dropping her bag at the front door and slipping from her boots.

"Y/n?" She yells from the front door, "In the kitchen, babe." You yell back and hear the light footsteps padding through the apartment. Silence, then a question, "What's this?" Ada asks, staring at the Victoria's Secret bag. "A present, my love.' You say to bring her a glass of wine with you after refilling your own.

"A present?" You nod, "Open it." You demand, waiting long enough to see the glorious expression on her beautiful face. She tears into the pink wrapping paper, and when she finally grabs the lacy fabric, her cheeks go just as red as the fabric in them.

"What is all of this for baby?" Ada asks, but when she turns to get the answer from you.

You've dropped the fluffy gray robe down to the floor of the kitchen. You're on complete display for her to see. Plush skin held in by sweet lace. Her mouth drops open.

"So we can match Ada." You murmur gently, taking a small sip of your wine. Ada smirks and bites her bottom, 'Give me a moment, my love, and I'll be right back, and we'll continue this." Ada says with a promising glint in her eyes.

Completed on: 08/05/23

Posted on: 10/21/23

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[rosesloveletters]

What Lies at the End of A Rainbow.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 1,668

Warnings: sexual content / smut

Summary: The sight of Reader wearing Wonka's clothes gets him all hot and bothered.

Author's Note: I finally wrote a smut piece that's shorter than 6k!! this one might seem a little ooc, but what can I say? He's been alone in that factory for so long and he has needs lmaooo enjoy~

Edited.

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It was mid-morning when Willy Wonka was getting dressed for another day of work inside his chocolate factory and had come out of the bathroom to fetch something, though now he could not remember what; it had completely slipped his mind the moment he saw you moving about in the living area wearing nothing but one of his stark white undershirts. 

It took a lot to get him hot under the collar, that was for certain, but the sight of you wearing his clothes gave him an instant erection.

He felt like a hormonal teenager, his body buzzing like it was full of bees akin to the ones living inside of his three-course dinner chewing gum gizmo. His ears were burning and were most assuredly tinged with red and hot to the touch; had he been able to see himself he would have probably crumbled with embarrassment over pitching a tent in his trousers the second he laid eyes on you, but as it turned out, he didn’t give that a second thought because the sight of you held far too much of his attention.  His pupils were dilated, almost swallowing up the ribbons of caramel swimming inside his ocean blue irises. 

His lips parted, but for once was he completely speechless. Not until your eyes met was he able to form words.

“Gorgeous…” you heard him whisper under his breath.

Just one word murmured in that decadent cadence was enough to make your spine tingle and your lips twitch. The velvet tone of voice he used with you sent warmth straight to your core which ached and pulsed with need as your eyes raked over his half-dressed form. 

Wearing only his khaki trousers and white undershirt, Willy Wonka was only half the tastefully dressed chocolatier he normally was, but he was all yours. 

Several moves later and you were both on the couch, Wonka in a sitting position with his legs spread and you on top, straddling his lap with purpose. Your tender kisses had him all worked up, his marshmallow-soft lips parted to allow your tongue to delve in and taste the cherry-sweetness of his mouth. 

The taste of him always gave you a sugar high. 

Your delicate fingers tangled in his wild curls and he groaned deliciously as his eyes rolled back and his hips jolted up into you. You had never seen him this needy for your touch or your body; every graze of skin or kiss to his lips made his stiff cock throb. 

You shimmied backward on his lap just enough for you to unbutton his trousers and pull down his zipper while he produced a condom seemingly out of thin air. He tore open the packet, pulled out his cock and rolled the condom onto his shaft. Giving himself a few firm strokes, his head dropped back against the couch and his eyelids fluttered in bliss. 

He was ready for you almost immediately and the speed with which he did things made your head spin, but you could not wait to sink onto him and let him fill you up. 

His lips crashed onto yours like a tidal wave of tongue and teeth, unwilling to let you stop to take a breath as he entered you abruptly and set a deliberate, steady pace. 

His large, warm hands rested on your hips and guided you as you glided up and down on him. 

Willy watched you with the hint of a smirk on his face as he shamelessly made love to you in the openness of his living room. 

This peculiar behavior made you wonder what had gotten into him, but then again you did not care, so long as he kept thrusting into you like it was the only thing left that mattered. Your heightened sensitivity and the force of his thrusts made moans waterfall from your lips like melted chocolate. You had a distant thought of awareness that you were soaking the crotch of his trousers with your wetness, but neither you nor Wonka were going to stop what you were doing just to reposition.

The wet squelches coming from your core each time his hard cock slid into you sounded obscene, but not as much as the look on his face as he neared release. 

His hands slid up underneath the shirt you were wearing and cupped your full breasts, pinching your hard nipples and rolling them gently between his thumbs and index fingers. You mewled and arched your body against his; this reaction pleased him and you could have sworn you heard a faint chuckle fall from his lips. 

He sat up a little straighter, angling his hips to reach your sweet spot at the height of every thrust. 

Your head was swimming with dizzying sensation and you barely registered the feeling of his lips on your neck as he nibbled and sucked on your supple skin. He was giving you all that he had to give and with you cradling him against you as you rolled your hips onto him, you felt the familiar tension of an impending orgasm beginning to build inside you. 

“Oh…Willy…” you moaned his name breathlessly and he thrusted harder, “Willy, I’m gonna—”

He let you say no more; his lips slanted over yours as one of his hands retreated from your chest to rub your clit with his fingers, massaging your sensitive bud to the best of his ability in this position. He knew from pleasant, extensive experience that his hands worked like magic on your body and he could coax you into a mind-bending, earth-shattering orgasm with just a flick of the wrist and the right amount of pressure. 

Your lips parted and you emitted a long, low moan as your body erupted with pleasure and the heat of an orgasm flooded your senses. You were rendered silent as your climax took hold and your core throbbed with each crashing wave and milked Wonka’s cock for his own release, which he was steadily approaching with every thrust. 

His pace faltered and his hips twitched. He was on the brink and could feel a shudder travel down his spine as his balls tightened; the next thing he knew, he was spending himself inside the condom. 

You let yourself linger in the afterglow with him, the warmth spreading between your two bodies reminding you that moments of perfection like these was what lied at the end of a rainbow. 

Your mind was honeyed liquid gold and his eyes which were glued to your face reminded you of the planet, with its trailing echoes of land amidst the deep, out-stretched arms of oceans; it made sense to think of him that way, after all, because he was your entire world. 

Your fingers gently carded themselves through his mess of curls. You seriously doubted he would mind you messing up his hair, considering he had never tried too hard to keep it styled most days anyway. There were far more important things on Willy Wonka’s mind, now including whom he considered the love of his life. 

He wiped his sweat-slick brow with the back of his hand as you shifted your weight and climbed off him, his free hand outstretched to give you support. 

He removed the condom and tied it off, then carefully tucked himself away and redid his trousers before standing up to throw it away. 

You made your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up and Willy met you there, his arms wrapping around you from behind. He gave your cheek a tender kiss and he hummed in your ear, a pleased little sound of appreciation for letting him take what he had so desperately craved from you. 

“I would stay, my dear,” he sounded apologetic now as he spoke to you, “but time waits for no man. Shall I expect you downstairs a little later, then?”

Time waited for no one, not even Willy Wonka. 

You nodded in affirmation, “of course, darling. I will see you soon. Shall I bring you some lunch?”

“I would appreciate it very much if you did.”

“Then, I will.”

Willy petted your hair in response and soon he let go of you altogether so that he could finish getting ready for the day. 

He made certain that he was presentable and that no one would suspect a thing.

He ended up changing his trousers because the lingering stain of your juices was still damp and, albeit barely noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking, lovemaking was a very private aspect of his personal life and Willy intended to keep it that way. He would not subject any outsiders to even the idea that he had an active sex life; the very thought made him cringe. 

Wonka emerged from your living quarters only once he was fully dressed and deemed himself well-kempt enough to be seen. 

You stayed behind and tidied up the living space, not that there was ever much of a mess. 

Despite Wonka’s unusual schedule and the disorderly chaos of his Inventing Room, his living area was always kept neat, with everything in its rightful place. 

As quickly as the interaction had occurred was it over with and you were still puzzling over what had come over your beloved chocolatier that made him so susceptible to the desire for physical intimacy. 

Perhaps the reason would make itself known, but if you had to bet, Willy was not going to be forthcoming about what had gotten him so hot and bothered. 

He was a man constantly changing, taken by whims here and there, wherever the wind blew him. 

He made up his own mind about things and if one was not swift enough to follow him, it was best to keep in mind that there would be no explanation. 

It was one of the things that made you love him so fiercely.

He answered to no one. 

You thought that made it even more special when he chose to answer only to you.  

#willy wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy wonka 1971 #wilder!wonka #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka x you #willy wonka imagine #willy wonka and the chocolate factory imagine #gene wilder #biblio :: 📖

[littleadaline]

Once Upon A Time [P.G6]

Warnings: NOOOOONE [just fluff] Uncle!Gavi

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Took me 3 miserable days to figure out the ending but here she is! Enjoy 😽

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The house was awfully quiet. Putting your bag down in the entryway, you made your way to the living room. To your surprise, the tv was on, an unfinished game of FIFA left on pause. Your boyfriend’s slippers were next to the couch, a sign that he wasn’t far away.

“Gavi? I’m home!”, you called out but no response. Your heartbeat quickened, fearing the worst. Unsure, you made your way upstairs as silently as possibly. If Gavi felt like fooling around, you wanted to catch him in the act and save yourself the lame excuses. Entering your shared bedroom, you took notice of the mess that had replaced the neat room you had left in the morning. “What the fuck is going on?”, you said to yourself as an expression of confusion replace that of fury on your face. Perplexed by the events, but exhausted from your day, you began to undress, peeling off your work attire for a pair of Gavi’s sweater and a pair of worn-out sweatpants. A shuffle coming from the hallways made you stop halfway. 

“Gavi? Is that you?”. No sound was heard, aside from the buzzing of the AC, working overtime to keep up with the Barcelona weather. 

Having had enough of the mess, you grabbed your clothes and headed down to the laundry room, simply wanting to put away the eyesores that were the scattered clothes. Turning on the light in the laundry room, a small giggle came out of the hamper. Concerned, you grabbed the first item you could get your hands on, fearfully approaching the laundry basket. Peeling away the layers of clothes, your hand came in a contact with something soft… hair? 

“Joder! What the fuck!”, you yelled out in shock. As quickly as your hand retracted, the small figure of a child jumped out. The brunette-haired child stared at you; a grin as wide as the world highlighting her missing front tooth. “Beatriz! ¿Qué haces aquí?”, you asked the toddler, your heartbeat slowly getting back to normal. 

“Tia Y/N! You’re home! Uncle Gavi and I are playing hide and seek…. Shhh.”, she said, placing her chubby finger on your lips in an attempt to shut you up. 

“¿Beatriz? Where are you?” a man’s worried voice rang through the house. Soon enough, Gavi was running down the stairs to the laundry room, where he found the toddler in your arms. 

“Playing hide and seek, huh?”, you teased your boyfriend. 

“I… I euh, can explain!” He said, embarrassingly rubbing his head. 

“It’s because tío Gavi kept beating me at FIFA. He’s a bully.” Beatriz ratted out your boyfriend. 

“Alright missy, enough mischief for today. How about a quick nap before supper?” Gavi didn’t wait for Beatriz to answer, swiftly whisking her away upstairs for her afternoon nap. After untying her pigtails for maximum comfort while she slept, he quickly kissed her on the forehead before closing the door of your shared bedroom. Jogging back downstairs, he found you cleaning the remnants of their afternoon. 

“How was work?” He said kissing your temple. 

“Not bad! We met our new project leader today. She seems very… energetic, to say the least,” you said, sighing. “She’s invited the team for an introductory supper, next week or so. Please be my plus one! You know how I feel about work dinners.” You whined into his arms. Gavi chuckled. 

“Vale princesa, I will be your plus one. By the way, sorry I didn’t tell you that Beatriz was staying over. Aurora and Javi had a work emergency out of town, and Bee was already at daycare. I picked her up and brought her here.” Gavi said, snaking his arms around your waist and planting a kiss on your neck. 

With Beatriz napping, you and Gavi got started on supper. Pulling the final touches of the dish, you heard Gavi’s footsteps followed by the tiny patters of Beatriz. 

“Look who’s up! How did you sleep, princess?” You asked the toddler while placing her in her highchair. 

“Muy bien!” Her face still bared pillow marks, an indication of excellent sleep. Her hair, while still short, was fusing in any and all directions, making it resemble the mane of a lion. Pushing away the brown locks, you handed her her plate. 

“Blow on the food, Bee. Like this.” You showed the toddler before handing her the spoon. 

Supper went down smoothly, with the light chatter of Beatriz filling the room. Chuckling, you got off your chair to pick up the leftover dishes. 

“Let me.” Gavi stopped you, taking away the plates from you. “Bee needs help brushing her teeth. Can you please help her out? Aurora and Javi won’t make it for tonight. Traffic is too intense, so she’s sleeping here. “I’ll make you a cup of tea once you’re done.” He said, quickly kissing your lips. 

“Come on Beatriz, let’s go brush our teeth!” You grabbed your niece by her hand, slowly leading her upstairs. Kneeling down in front of the bathroom cabinet, you pulled out the basked you kept in the case Beatriz slept over. Shampoo, hairbrush, hair ties, toothbrush-. Content, you grabbed her Spider Man toothbrush before handing it to her. 

Downstairs, Gavi had finished cleaning up the dinner table, slowly putting away the now clean dishes. The cup of tea he had promised you was cooling off on the coffee table. 

Back in the bathroom, Beatriz engaged in chatter, something the entire family was used to. After she was done, you led her to the guest bedroom, where you handed her some pj’s you had kept from her last visit. Admiring Olaf on her robe, Beatriz rubbed her eyes, defeated by her need to sleep. 

“Come on Bee, we have time for a bedtime story. Why one would you like me to read?” You said shuffling through her books. 

“How did you and tío Gavi meet?” 

Taken aback, you put down the books on the nightstand and snuggled in. 

“Well, my oh my, let’s see if I remember correctly….” You giggled. “Vale, it was 5 years ago, we were both 19.” 

“This many?” Beatriz interrupted, showing you the numbers with her fingers. 

“Correct, Bee! Where was I? So, 5 years ago, I met your uncle through your mamá. We had a similar class during university, and one day, my bus was late. We had a presentation that morning, and your mom was so so stressed. Obviously, she didn’t take it well when told her I was gonna be late. So, she sent your tío to pick me up-“ 

“And it was love at first sight,” a man’s voice interrupted your tale. Gavi joined you on the bed, his arms around your shoulders. 

“No, it wasn’t,” you giggled. “We didn’t like each other at first, your uncle was a bit cold.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t say cold, per say… more like, intimidated.” He reiterated. 

“Anyways, I forgot my phone in his car and Aurora gave him my address. He knocked while I was making dinner, and I ended up inviting him in. During dinner, a thunderstorm came over the city, and he spent the night at my place. We watched movies, had a mini party with music and my mini projector. Long story short, he asked me out a few weeks later after hanging out together during all our possible free time.” 

“Been in love with my nena since day one”, Gavi said, kissing you tenderly. 

“Ewwww” 

“Vale princesa, you’ve got daycare tomorrow and I’m driving you on my way to practice. So, it’s lights out and away we go.” Gavi said, kissing his niece’s head, followed by you. “Buenas noches princesa”. 

“Buenas noches.” Beatriz answered sleepily. 

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[ginsengkitten]

༺ Beautiful Dangerous ༻

A slashxreader fanfiction

༺☆༻

Chapter Seven

Rocket Queen

wc: 2800

smut warning

The one y’all been waiting for lmao

The anticipation of seeing Slash again was completely palpable. You bee lined your way to the stage door. A familiar sight of a dark alleyway surrounded by shady figures. But this time you felt less….afraid. All you could think about was him. You felt brave enough to let yourself in the stage door after a random crew member leaves and you slip your way inside. The backstage was a dark seedy cavern of chaos and crewmen. You feel a large heavy grip on your shoulder. You turn around hoping it’s him but are disappointed to see a large intimidating bouncer. “No groupies back here girl. “ he bellows. “It’s cool she’s with me.” A voice says from behind him. The bouncer doesn’t care much to verify that and walks away. “Looks like you found your own way in then.” He smirks as he approaches you. He’s almost stunned and takes a second to examine your obvious style change. His eyes eat up your body from head to toe and you blush. You pull nervously at the edge of your mini dress. Almost confident but not quite. “Look at you Foxey…” He says quietly eyeing you. As much as you want to be simply eye candy, you want to get to the bottom of his query of inviting you tonight. You nervously cross your arms. “So….you called…” you start

“I called.” He confirms cheekily, still eyeing you.

You shift anxiously. “ ….so?”

“So?” He replied again even cheekier.

“Soooo- is there something you wanted to tell me or?” You pry, desperate for answers.

“Does there have to be something to say? Cant a guy just want to see a pretty girl?” He replies boldly smirking down at you as he walks closer.

You nervously look around the two of you to confirm no one is witnessing this private moment.

“Follow me.” He turns sharply and heads to the back of the stage. This backstage was different. It was larger and had rooms. Private dressing rooms. While not fancy by any means. You follow discreetly behind him into a main sitting area where the rest of the band was passing around a bottle of whiskey. You join them. Slash taking a widespread seat on the couch and pulls you on his lap. This time, less layers of clothing lie between you and him. You could feel him underneath you. Hard.

Knowing and feeling this gave you a jolt of electricity and heat in the pit of your stomach. Did you sitting on his lap feel good to him?

“Our groupie returns!” Axl proclaims excitedly. “Fuck you.” Slash laughs. “Oh Right boys, this is slashes special toy, don’t be messin with her now or Slash will kill you in your sleep!” They joke. You wonder if they are at all serious. Special toy?

Slash snakes his arm around your waist from behind and holds you on him. This touch gives you butterflies. You need more of this, of his touch. As the conversation peters onward you can’t help but want things to go in a different direction. You start making small adjustments on his lap, slight shifts in movement that gave friction to him. You can tell it startled him in a good way and he tightens his grasp around your waist in response. He felt good underneath you like this. While you had never been sexual with a man before, all of this felt and flowed naturally for you.

You got more brave and decided to start tracing the denim seam on the outside hip of his jeans. A simple yet effective choice. You wanted him to know what you wanted but were too shy to say. What you’ve been wanting. The rest of the group too drunk or pumped up to notice or care, the backstage lights low gave way to much more freedom in the low light. As the conversation loudly carried on, the two of you slip into your own exchange. He leans you back on him so that his mouth is next to your ear. His warm, cigarette flavored breath heavy on your ear as he whispered to you. “Need something Foxey?” He whispers sultry. His words and cadence makes you weak. A feeling of warmth between your legs as his words warmed your ear. You can’t help but smile mischievously. Torn between the nerves of having never gone to such sexual lengths with a guy before and the animalistic ferocity that was taking you by storm.

You look to him. He looks at you with a bloodthirsty gaze. The two of you in a mutual agreement of sorts. He returns back into the conversation at hand. His hand wrapped at your waist begins drawing little circles in the side of your dress. Casual to any outside but agonizing to you. His reply in this little game. The group is getting up to go somewhere. “We’re gonna hit, you coming?” They ask as they all round up to visit the bathroom together. “We’re gonna hang back.” Slash says. Once they file out of sight it takes Slash all of one second to get off the couch and lifts you up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You let out a yelp of delight. “Slash!” You chirp as you laugh. Now what?

Slash doesn’t respond and proceeds to carry you down a dark hallway into a small dingy dressing room. He locks the door and as soon as he sets you down you’re up off your feet again and pressed up against the door by Slash. He lifts you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. “Slash!” You giggle again. Slash roughly presses his lips against yours. Sparks fly again. Harder now. His curls hiding your face into his in a little curtain. You melt into him. His touch is addictive. The way he holds you like your going to get away but that’s the last thing you want. He towers over you, cradling you entirely in his grip like it’s nothing. His hands grip your ass hard and he lets out a heavy breath against your lips. “You know how long I’ve wanted you?” He growls. The two of you fall desperately deeper into the kiss. His wet tongue dominates your lips and slides its way into you. He tastes so good. One of his large hands slides it’s way up from your bottom to your waist, and then up your side and finally, hugging over your breast. You let out a soft moan of pleasure. Something he had been imagining in his own head for some time. How you looked, how you sounded…He smiles viciously. “God I need you to do that again for me sweetheart.” He pants out in a frenzy and gives your breast another loving squeeze to which you oblige another soft moan out into his lips. He smirks again.

He shifts away from the door and carrys you over to a beaten down futon in the dressing room. Setting you down roughly. As he sets you down he stays low and comes to his knees, yet met you at your height sitting down. His large hands rested heavily on both your hips, he kisses you and then works his way with his lips and his hands down your chest, to your stomach, his hands slipping down your thighs, he firmly prys open your legs but for some reason, maybe due to the pure foreign nature of the action you reflex and slightly close them accidentally. This takes him aback and he looks up to you with a devilish grin turned concern. “What is it Foxey?” He asks while pecking sweet kisses on your knees. “Oh - sorry I don’t know why I - I - go ahead I-“ you stumble to find remedy. Slash looks at you in a total realization. “Foxey…have you ever…?” He asks. You shake your head shamefully. “Oh Foxey…” He coos sweetly and lowly. “Let me show you baby.” He continues without further conversation. You didn’t need convincing but hearing that helped you relax again and your body surrenders to his touch. He continues on and prys your legs open gently. It takes him all his strength to not completely devour you so quickly. He smooths his rough muscular hands up your inner thighs, mirror one another’s movement. He hikes your dress up further. Speckling sloppy wet kisses across your waistband and over the top of your panties. He looks up at you through a curtain of dark curls to watch you. “ I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, I just need you to do one thing for me.” He whispers and he slides down your panties and discards them. The cool air hitting you. “Yes Slash?” You ask with a breathy desperation. He smiles at your eagerness. “ I need you to moan for me baby.” He says and slides a finger inside of you effortlessly with the already slick wetness that had accumulated down there. You let out a soft gasp and moan. “Oh god!” You gasp. He smiles. “Good girl.” He smirks with barely an ounce of morality at his deflowering. He begins pumping his finger inside you. You feel something cold and realize it’s the finger with the snake ring. He never took it off. Nevermind that now. Pleasure swayed within you echoing through with each gentle pump inside you with his finger. “I wanna hear you baby.” He whispers desperate to hear your moans and adds a second finger. It only hurts for a moment but the pain turns to pure pleasure. He’s not hard with it, just soft gentle pumps into you like he’s fingering a guitar. You let out another moan. He exits you with a grin and climbs up to you, leaning you back onto the couch. He brings his wet fingers to your mouth. “Open up Foxey.” You obey his sweet command and he sticks his fingers into your mouth softly. “Suck” He commands in a low gravelly tone. His eyes piercing you as he watches through darkened eyes. You obey again. “You taste so good huh.” He affirms. This seemingly strange action gave you coils of hot sparks through you. You keep eye contact with him while you wrap your tongue around his fingers and suck generously. He returns to you below and this time flattens his tongue across your lips in one long broad stroke. You throw your head back again and let out a moan of surprise and pleasure. “Slash.” You moan.

Your voice moaning out his name drove him to his limit. He stood up and unbuckled his jeans. You take off your jacket and hike your dress up further. Need more of him. “I want you inside me. Please.” You blurt out in a breath. As if you even had to ask. He smirks devilishly at your admittance. “Just do it just go.” You beg. You’ve never wanted anything more. He pulls your towards him with your legs wrapped around him . In an instant you feel him push into you. Pain and pleasure spark out of you. “Fuck” You moan out. He lets out a sharp breathy groan and throws his head back and pushes his hair back although it falls back over him immediately. “You feel so fucking good Foxey girl.” He groans out. He slowly begins pumping in and out of you. Watching for signs of displeasure from you but all you feel is ecstasy. He throws his shirt off, exposing his sweaty happy trail to which you could now finally see where it led to and it was in-fact- happiness. His abdomen glistening again with sweaty specks. He looked so good on top of you. Thrusting into you faster and faster. He leans down and cradles your head in his hand while holding himself up with the other he rests it forehead atop yours as the frequency increases bigger and bigger. The two of you moan in harmonious rhythms, he rocks his hips into you. This incredible dance of rough and romance. His moans sound so pretty. His curls swayed with every thrust into you.

You both pant heavily into each others faces as knots of pleasure twist inside both of you. “Here.” He pants out like a dog and reaches his fingers down over your clit. The added stimulation sending lightning strikes down your legs. You start to feel yourself tensing up and be did too. “Slash-“ You pant out softly. “I-“ you don’t succeed in your speaking before stars are spinning through you. “Oh fuck-“ You cry out. He cradles your head through it and watches you squirm underneath him in pleasure. You dig your nails into his back. He doesn’t stop. As you begin to descend slightly, the sight of you underneath him. Everything. You, the way you moaned his name, the way you dressed, the way you looked, spoke, laughed, walked. All of his deep seeded infatuations with you built up finally coming to a grand release. He lets out a concealed rough grunt and quickly exits you as white hot spurts out over your legs. Still dizzied with pleasure, you watch. He finally halts and slightly collapses himself onto you. The two of you stay silent, staring into one another’s eyes, catching your breath. You had never felt so connected to something in your life like him, like this.

“What’d you think Foxey?” He asks smirking arrogantly. You blush as you come to your senses. Slightly embarrassed by the scene you made. “It was..so good.” You grin. This makes him happy and he comes back down to you and gives you a hot exhausted kiss. “God I could kill for a cigarette right now” you laugh at that sentence coming from your own mouth. He laughs and gets up. Before his pants are even fully buckled he’s got a lit cigarette in between his lips again and passes it to you, you take a big inhale and total cool bathed your entirety. You stay half naked lying down, staring at him and the smoke leaving your lips. “Do you think anyone heard that?” You ask him. To which he chuckles - “probably.”

You smirk. “ Good.”

#slash #slash fanfiction #slash gnr #slash x reader #gnr smut #slash smut #gnr #saul hudson #gnr x reader #saul hudson x reader

[my-writings-and-musings]

So the poll for the next part of the Breakdown x Reader x Bumblebee fic came in and here are the results!

The winner was the swimming hole! I wrote more cute and silly fluff because heaven knows we need more of it, I hope you enjoy, and if you like my writing style you can always commission me!

Also if you were among those who liked the first part and wanted to be tagged in the sequel I apologize because Tumblr is NOT letting me tag people right now!!

"You look good."

"Do you think so?" Bumblebee asked earnestly, turning in the mirror to scrutinize his perfectly buffed finish as his uncertainty continued to get the better of him. Having spent the last few hours watching his partner fret over every last perceived flaw in his finish, Breakdown merely rolled his optics with a grin, conveniently ignoring how much time he'd spent perfecting his own appearance and worrying if their date would approve. In their shared defense, it was hard to properly prepare with only a single human sized mirror hanging on the wall of their tiny bedroom in the Dugout. Making a sound of frustration as he tried and failed to get a better look at his doorwings, the Scout turned to him for feedback. "I didn't miss anything, did I?"

"Bee, you cleared out two bottles of polish, any more and you won't need your headlights." he replied with a laugh. Bumblebee frowned in the adorably pouty way he did when he was more frustrated than mad, and Breakdown softened his smirk into a more comforting playful grin. "Don't be so nervous, you've got me here. There's no way they'll resist my charm."

"Right…" Bumblebee replied more confidently, turning back to the mirror and meeting his gaze through the reflection. "The same charm that gets your voice box glitching every time Y/N looks your way?"

Breakdown had his defenses low enough that he widened his optics in surprise at the question. It was true that he had the hardest time finding his usually ample words every time he saw you, but he wasn't going to admit that, not even to Bumblebee. A forced chuckle and a broad shrug of his shoulders dismissed the very idea.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." he replied with mock ease, confident that this afternoon would be different.

The words came back to bite him the second they pulled up to your house, where you were waiting on the front porch for their arrival. When you stood up and waved in greeting the Stunticon felt his spark go supernova as his processor went completely blank, enough so that he sat in a daze for a solid few seconds before realizing Bumblebee had already transformed, compelling him to do the same in a rush. Thankfully the sunlight was at the perfect angle to hide the glow of his blush as he faced you directly. 

"Hey guys, right on time!" you said eagerly, your bright smile nearly overwhelming both mechs as they beheld your outfit. While you'd chosen something practical that wasn't all that much fancier than your normal clothes, the fact that you'd put it on for them was simply too much for the lovestruck bots, who were both struggling to find their words as you approached. Just able to suppress a knowing but loving grin at their response, you kept talking to spare them an awkward silence. "You didn't specify where you wanted to go, Breakdown, so I hope you don't mind that I picked something out for us."

"Definitely!" Bumblebee agreed enthusiastically, not needing any context to agree with anything you wanted to say. Catching himself when Breakdown smirked at his expense, he returned the gesture with a well earned bit of side-optic and subtle sass, calling back to the antics that had gotten them into this situation. "This was a little… unexpected, after all."

Breakdown faltered at the reminder, expression betraying his fluster when you chuckled at the memory of him sauntering over to ask for a date for Bumblebee, completely oblivious to his own feelings for you before they'd become too overwhelming to ignore. Ever quick to repair his reputation, he coughed and put a characteristic spin on the memory. "Yeah, but uh, who doesn't love a bit of unexpected adventure?" Putting his servos on his hips for some added confidence, he refocused on the original topic at hand. "Where are we adventuring to, anyway?"

"Seeing as how it's supposed to get pretty warm once the sun is fully up, I thought the two of you might enjoy a trip to a shady swimming spot up the way." you explained, taking a look skyward to emphasize the growing heat as the sun continued rising. It had taken some thought to come up with an ideal date for one human and two bots, but you were confident the three of you could have fun without fear of being disturbed, and explained as much with an added benefit to sweeten the deal. "It's very private, and there's some valleys nearby for racing if you aren't feeling a dip."

Both mechs perked up at what sounded like a delightful afternoon, almost buzzing over the idea of having you all to themselves. Even if bots didn't swim thanks to their density, cool water was still a pleasant respite from the heat, and unlike earth vehicles they didn't need to fear rust from simply being exposed to water. Keeping his giddiness subdued, Breakdown replied for both of them, which was quite helpful seeing as how Bumblebee had briefly lost his voice from elation. "Sounds like a good time, you got the coordinates?"

"Right here." you said as you pulled out your phone, sending the text you'd prepared to their respective communication channels. You'd have to provide some directions to reach the swimming hole, as there was hardly a Google Maps route along the back roads, but you were confident these two had plenty of experience hunting down remote locations. It was your own turn to be bashful as you gestured to the supplies at your side, which you'd made as compact as possible but were still ungainly enough that you felt bad making an admittedly necessary request. "I've also got a bag and a cooler with everything I'll need. Would one of you mind carrying them?"

Thankfully the ask wasn't taken badly, and if anything, both bots looked elated at the opportunity to assist.

"I've got it!" Breakdown offered in a flash, beating Bumblebee before the latter could even open his mouth. A smug smirk was met with a brief pout, but the Scout got the last laugh as soon as his infuriating boyfriend had your things carefully balanced in his palm. 

"And I've got you." Bumblebee declared confidently before transforming, opening up his passenger side door with a flourish so dramatic it immediately trumped the smirk Breakdown had given him. It was now the Stunticons turn to pout, something you pretended not to notice as you wondered if these two would be competing with each other all day. Bumblebee conceded a small amount of ground to his partner to give you hope they intended to be somewhat reasonable. "We can swap who carries what on the way back."

"Sounds great! Let's get going!" you agreed, clapping your hands together in excitement. Breakdown bounced your items on his palm to test their weight before transforming around them, doing so in such a way both the cooler and bag ended up securely buckled on his passenger side. Unsure how such a feat could be accomplished but quite impressed, you rounded Bumblebee to approach his passenger side door, and in so doing caught the Scout off guard.

"Uh, right!" he fumbled as the reality of giving you your first ride in his cabin hit him like a wrecking ball. When just the touch of your hand on his door made his spark flare like a collapsing star, he knew he was in over his helm, yet he tried to sound nothing but exuberant as he adjusted the seat for maximum comfort. "Hop in!"

You quickly complied, and didn't miss how nervous he was as you stepped inside, the flow of cool air from his AC unit hitching like a nervous gasp as you settled against the comfortable leather. The Scout was in a daze for as long as it took you to buckle up, and by then Breakdown had pulled ahead on the driveway to secure the spot in front. 

-Enjoying your passenger, Lovebug?- the Stunticon teased over their private comm link, not missing how Bumblebee was more or less frozen to the spot by his crush. A surprised and sarcastic flurry of static retorted over the link before the Scout found his voice. 

-Jealous, Breakdown?- he replied as the two of them made their way down the long dirt road. Though they rarely pushed each other to the point of actual hurt feelings, Bumblebee found himself far too delighted by your presence to be miffed for more than a few seconds, a sentiment that was apparently shared by his partner based on how swiftly his own tone shifted. 

-No.- he said somewhat lamely, briefly driving at pace with Bee to look inside his passenger window. You were busy getting the directions pulled up on your phone, and the excitement for the day ahead was apparent on your beaming smile. Seeing you so happy quickly softened his sass, and he finished his earlier statement with much more open affection. -Just… drive carefully, yeah? That's some precious cargo.-

Bumblebee would have smiled if he was in bot mode, and turned his internal visual sensors back to look at you as he replied, his voice equally affectionate and soft over the private channel. -I know.-

"Alright, I think I've got the best way to get there!" you announced, bringing both mechs to the present as Bumblebee transferred your words to Breakdown in real time. Having calculated a course across back roads and partly through the woods, you were confident the three of you could find your way, and were quite eager to get going as the sun crept higher in the sky. Your enthusiasm was matched by both bots, who quickly set about combining your information with their own experience to chart a course to the swimming hole. It took less than an hour for them to find the overgrown dirt path you'd once used in the past, laughing and joking about asking for directions all the while, and by the time they approached the end you were almost bursting with excitement. 

"There it is!" you announced as a gap in the trees gave way to a giant dip in the forest floor. Bumblebee was careful to apply his brakes as he nosed up to the rocky edge of an apparent cliff, the sound of rushing water meeting his audials as his tires went from dirt to smoothly eroded stone. Breakdown kept an equal pace at his side as they both arrived at the edge.

A sizable waterfall had worn out a stony chasm in the earth that was broad and deep, allowing the creek to gather about twenty feet below in a pool where the clear blue water rested before it tumbled over a second waterfall at the far edge. Broad expanses of flat, smooth stone in the shade were coated in soft moss while those in the sun collected the heat. It was a human's dream swimming spot, but you only hoped a bot might find it similarly inviting. "What do you think? Does it look big enough for bots?"

"I could go for a dip. Bee?" Breakdown inquired as he spotted a bot sized expanse of flat stone in the shallow water. The spot would be perfect for lounging in the sun without having to worry about his armor growing scalding to the touch, and he was even confident the pool had enough depth for them to submerge up to their chests after its sharp drop off from the shallows.

"Nothing showing up on my scanner, we're in the clear." Bumblebee confirmed after a final check for peace of mind. Beyond the expected denizens of the forest, they were the only ones present for miles, meaning the three of you could relax without any fear of disturbance. Opening his door so you could exit, Bumblebee transformed into bot mode as Breakdown did the same, looking over the edge to determine the best way down the sheer slope. Finding it easiest to climb, he offered you his servo, allowing you to climb on so he could place you on his shoulders. Having you so close almost made it impossible to speak without the giddiness seeping into his voice. "Hold on tight."

You grabbed a hold of his horns for support, and the Scout stiffened with a blush, a reaction Breakdown found adorable enough to let out a small chuckle. He knew just how sensitive those horns could be, and was endlessly amused at his partner's harmless expense as they scaled the stone wall, especially with Bumblebee biting his lip from more than concentration the entire way down. Keeping your items expertly balanced on his broad shoulder, the big mech had no trouble finding his own way to the bottom, where his pedes met solid stone and he righted himself for a look around.

"Right, where do these go?" he said as he noticed several potential spots that would allow the three of you to relax together.

You were oblivious to the slight hesitation from Bumblebee before he helped you down to the ground, your excitement quickening your steps as you led the way to a patch of shaded stone beneath a solid outcrop on the far side of the waterfall. Walking around the rim of the pool, you arrived and took your things back from Breakdown to start unpacking, opening your bag and reaching past the towels and lawn chair to grab the essentials. "It's comfiest under that shady spot. How about you two have a look around while I change and get my sunscreen on?"

Though he hadn't a clue what you meant by "change" or "sunscreen", Breakdown had little time to think on it as he and Bumblebee stepped away to explore the scenic swimming hole, his partner's earlier blush still lingering with a dazed smile. Snickering to himself, he gave the Scout a playful nudge as soon as you were out of earshot. "You good?"

"Fine!" Bumblebee hissed, shaking his helm and clearing his vents to return himself to the present. Looking over the pool and to the second waterfall it fed, his optics lingered on the clear view of the treetops above, which were bursting with lush emerald green leaves that swayed in the gentle breeze. He turned his helm back to Breakdown as the Stunticon kneeled to test the water with his digits. "Nice place, huh?"

"Yeah, really digging the scenery." Breakdown joked as he swirled his servo in the warm shallows, subtly glancing back at you to make his point.

Once more the mech's confidence proved his undoing, as he had not been prepared to see you stripping away your clothes to reveal something much smaller and more form fitting underneath. Yellow optics went wide at the sight of more of you than he'd ever expected to behold, and he snapped his helm back around just in time to avoid getting caught staring. "What are they-?"

It was Bumblebee's turn to chuckle at his boyfriend's expense, even if he was similarly affected by your exposure the second he caught a glimpse in the corner of his optics. "Humans don't swim with their clothes on, Breakdown."

"Oh." the Stunticon said simply, unsure how he was going to survive the afternoon and tempted to let himself sink to the depths of the pool to save himself the embarrassment that was definitely coming his way.

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tfe #tfes #bumblebee #breakdown #bumblebee x reader #breakdown x reader #bb x reader x bd #human reader #self insert #x reader #transformers x reader #tf imagines #poll fic

[shinestarhwaa]

okay babes for the prompts i got something i think you’d really like🤭

wooyoungie with 2, 3, 17, 22, 25 + 26, 30, 45, + 52, 68

i hope its not too much though

Girl you're such a freak LOL, so many of them :0

^^ this is me pretending to be shocked. I narrowed it down to one line (I used line 30) since they can only be used once but I used similar ones instead for the others! X

anyway, I hope u enjoy it babes

YOU&ME || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers AU, Non-Idol AU, biting kink, marking, hairpulling, lingerie kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), doggy style, missionary, namecalling (slut, whore, but its loving rlly <3), squirting, unprotected sex

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

"I'm just saying, I'm pretty good as sex. I give you orgasms, you know," Wooyoung grinned. You threw your head back as you laughed, hair falling back.

Wooyoung watched your every move, feeling mesmerized by the way you looked. You knew Wooyoung had a thing for you by the way he always flirted with you and looked at you, but you always told him to just be friends. You knew there was no harm intended in his flirtations, so you let him.

Yet tonight the chocolate strawberries and the champagne started to sound like "I want you to fuck me all day, like every day."

"Excuse me?" He muttered. You gasped and covered your mouth. You did not just say that out loud. "Well, well, well, so that means you're finally giving in, Y/N?" "N-no, I just-"

His finger rested against your lips, shushing you. "You're not getting out of this one, Y/N, if you want me to fuck you all day long, every day, I'll be glad to do so."

Seconds later you were stumbling through his apartment, hands and lips everywhere. Suddenly he was like all you ever needed; you were a bee addicted to his nectar; the way his lips tasted drove you crazy. There was still a hint of the rich chocolate and fresh strawberry on his tongue.

''Feel what you are doing to me,'' he grunted out against your lips as he took your hand and made you palm the growing erection in his jeans. You moaned into his mouth as you kissed him again. Clothes flew off left and right and soon enough the both of you were half naked, standing in front of each other.

Wooyoung licked his lips as he looked at you in your red lingerie and many filthy thoughts played his mind. ''I cannot wait to fucking taste you, I want you coming all over my face,'' Wooyoung panted as he kissed your neck and collarbones, biting your skin. You winced and dug your nails into the flesh on his hips. ''Fuck, Wooyoung,'' you moaned. "You sound so hot moaning my name baby," he grunted.

He kissed your chest, the exposed part of your breast above your bra, biting down on it again, leaving a darkred mark. ''Fuck, bite me baby,'' you moaned as he got on his knees, facing your soft thighs. He left marks over your thighs, just biting down on them, nibbling slightly every now and then. "Is that a tattoo?" "Now's not the time Wooyoung, fuck, get a move on it."

Wooyoung got up again and removed his underwear His hard cock was nearly leaking with how horny he was, the tip red and angry. It was bigger than you would've expected it to be. You would be lying if you said you hadn't ever thought about it before, what would be inside his pants and now it was right in front of you.

His length was big, veiny and somehow gorgeous, something you had never expected yourself to think about a penis. You expected him to grab you and make you suck him off (you wanted to tho) but he laid on the bed and gestured you to come to him.

"Come on princess, I want you to sit on my face."

Your heart nearly stopped beating as he said that but you didn't waste another second. You took off your lingerie and got on top of him, hovering your wet pussy above his face.

''When I tell you to sit on my face, I do not mean hover. Sit the fuck down,'' Wooyoung complained from underneath you. His hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs and he pulled you closer to him. You didn't let yourself go for 100% but you relaxed as you felt his tongue slide through your slit.

You moaned out his name as his tongue zigzagged through your folds and circled around your clit, collecting all your wetness. Wooyoung fucked you with his tongue, reaching sweet spots inside you that you didn't know you even had. He licked your clit and sucked on it roughly, earning loud moans from you.

In a matter of minutes your body was trembling, coming undone on Wooyoung's tongue. He rode out your orgasm and he laid you down gently as you came down from your high.

"You're such a dirty whore, aren't you? You came pretty quickly." A blush creeped up on your cheeks as you watched him smirk at you. "Only your dirty whore..."

Wooyoungs fingers slid between your thighs, playing with your sensitive clit. "W-Wooyoung!" You moaned out. He bit in your soft skin again, attacking your breasts. "Y-you fucking like that biting thing, huh?" You panted out. He grunted as he kept abusing your clit with his fingers. "Don't fucking kink shame me," he joked.

"You're so wet baby, so slick," he smirked as he pumped 2 fingers into you, "so fucking smooth." You were moaning uncontrollably as he picked up his pace, hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he curled his fingers just right.

"Harder," you moaned out. Wooyoung laughed and smirked, tongue poking into his cheek as he did so. He couldn't get the smirk of his face as he felt your arousal drip down his hand onto the sheets.

"Are you a squirter baby? Is my darling gonna squirt for me?" "Yes! Yes, fuck I can do that for you, Woo, I promise, I'll be good, I'll do it for you!" "Good girl, go ahead then, squirt all over my hand for me angel."

You let go and did as you were told, squirting over Wooyoung's hand as he got you through another orgasm. You panted loudly, trying to recover but Wooyoung never stopped moving his fingers. "You take my fingers so well, don't you babygirl? Look at that, keep on going angel, that's it, fuck, yeah that's it."

You couldn't stop, arousal kept leaking from your abused pussy, body shaking and tears forming in your eyes. "I love the way you look with my fingers inside you, angel."

"P-please I can't anymore!" You cried out, so fucked out from the overstimulation. ''Give me one more baby, one more, cum for me, be a good girl and say thank you,'' Wooyoung smirked as he fucked you hard with his fingers. ''Yes! Yes, thank you thank you thank you-'' you cried out as you felt fireworks in your body and you came so hard you swore you saw stars.

Wooyoung helped you calm down from your sweet relief but he was quick to slide his leaking cock in immediately. "W-Woo!" You whined out as he filled you up completely. You clenched around him as he fucked you hard and rough, hands gripping at your thighs and hips.

"O-oh God, fuck!"

"Such a needy fucking little thing, aren't you?" He grunted as he kept thrusting into you, slowly losing himself in the motion as well. Soon enough you were putty in each other's hands, bodies melting together as the moonlight shone on you, highlighting your beautiful teary eyes.

''Wooyoung it feels so good!''you screamed out as he pounded his hard slick cock into you. ''Yeah, baby, I know, I fucking know, it's so good!''

He suddenly pulled out of you and before you could protest he had you flipped over with your ass up. He slid into your cunt from behind and thrusted hard. "Fuck!" You screamed out.

Wooyoung's hand gathered your hair, turning it into a ponytail and he pulled it, hard, making you scream out his name. He pulled you up against his chest as he pounded into you, one arm around your waist, holding him against your body, the other still pulling your hair back.

"Yes! Pull my hair, pull my fucking hair, make me your slut, fuck, I'm your slut," you cried out.

"Yes you are, my fucking slut, you're my fucking cockslut, taking me so well. And you're gonna cum for me, okay? You're gonna fucking cum for me."

"Yes, Yes I'm cumming, I'm cumming for you! All for you! F-For your cock only!" You moaned loudly. "Good girl, that's it baby, that's it, you and me, you and me," he growled in your ear.

For the last time your body trembled as you came around him, a tear falling down your cheek as the pleasure became too much. Soon enough Wooyoung released inside you too, moaning your name as he did so.

"Good... you're so good," he panted as he laid you down, in his arms. He held you for what felt like an eternity before he spoke up again. "Maybe I'm a bit selfish... but I don't want anyone else to touch you. Only me. Only you and me."

You nodded and caressed his cheek gently. "I love you and me," you smiled. ''Next time you're sucking my cock tho, okay?''

#kpop #ateez #wooyoung #smut #oneshot #starshinehwaa #starshinehwaa's prompt list

[izayoichan]

I waa gonna wait till I got to my pc to copy and paste emotes but ya know what, nope, ALL OF THEM for Farlo please and thank you 😇

Okay.. all of them, off we go! (well part 1 at least as Tumblr will not allow me to post it all in one)

❤️ Who is the more romantic one? Do they wish their partner was more romantic? Off the two, Fannar is the more romantic. He grew up with both granparents and parents who are very romantic, and unlike Arlo, he remembers it well. He likes doing the litlte things, the things that make Arlo smile, or his eyes light up. Be it his favorite cookie while he works, or a frog he found on a walk. He finds Arlo has his own way of being romantic, so he doesn't wish it to be any other way.

🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)? Arlo's endless feeling of guilt, one that sometimes brings him so down he almost looses his grip on reality. Fannar knows why he is guilty, but he wants the past to be just that, the past, and its something they will probably need to work on together for the rest of their time.

🍫 Who is more likely to steal the other's clothes? What are their favorite items to steal? Their quite equal in the clothing-stealing deparment, neither are against borrowing a sweater from the other. Arlo sometimes very fond of Fannar's hoodies for instance.

💛 What are their favorite activites to do together? They have two things that are equal. One is to go together to the lake close to their house and have a little picnic there, with Fannar swimming, and Arlo sometimes joining him. It always ends with a frog or two to talk about. The other is just a quiet evening together with a book. The calm of it just beeing them, quiet, and that comfort that it is sitting with the other is enough.

🍬 Who is their biggest supporter (friend, family, etc)? For Arlo it will always be Syra his little sister. They have always been there for the other, and that is one thing that will never change. For Fannar it's his twin Flynn and although they live in two different dimensions they talk almost every day on the crystal that links between them. They are also eachothers biggest supporter and friend, as it should be!

#simblr #the ward legacy #ts4 alpha #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #the sims 4 #the sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 #sims4 screenshots #Love day questions #for Farlo #part 1 #because tumblr is dum

[devils-dares]

hi bee !!! what are your thoughts on murderdock spoiling you,, like you’re his little college sugar baby

join my sleepover!

YES I LIKE THIS ONE

so i'm thinking he picks you up at a club, you're hanging out in a spot you shouldn't be

"she's with me" he says when you get all flustered. he gets the security off of you and you thank him for it.

"it's no need princess."

he definitely takes you home that night.

you wake up in the morning and he's gone, he has a driver waiting for you to take you wherever you'd like and when you turn on your phone you find a new number in your contacts.

he gets you when you make an offhand comment one day while in his bed of how tuition is so expensive.

"i could help you." he says, playing with your fingers.

"be serious matt, i'd never ask that of you."

"you're not though, i'm offering. just think about it." he says, pulling you close to lay on his chest.

you started to realize how serious he was when he started sending expensive gifts to your dorm. there'd be a man, asking for you and giving you a little box, tied perfectly with nothing to indicate who it was from except for the faint scent of his cologne.

"fine, i'll do it." you say, showing up to his office. he gives you an open mouthed smirk.

"knew you'd come to your senses, pretty girl. now cmere and thank me."

he bought you everything. paid for your groceries, your car notes, everything. he took you to galas in these beautiful gowns that were made just for you, adorned with jewelry you could only dream of touching before.

you spent most of the time at his penthouse, in his clothes. he told you how he preferred you, nothing but his button down and a pair of panties, so that's what you wore. after all, you wouldn't be in debt after this.

you cleaned up his place, cooked for him, and never ever stuck your nose in his business. he'd come home all bloody with a bloodlust grin on his face and take you in the shower, floating murmurs of how nice it was to feel your skin after the day he had.

you'd hold him afterwards, bandaging up his cuts and rubbing salve on his bruises, fluttering kisses spread across his stubbled chin and cheeks.

you were in too deep.

he invited you to a gala, and while you were at class, the dress had arrived.

"who sent you this?!" your roommate asks, buzzing with excitement.

"it's a uh- i have a commitment tonight."

you didn't know how to break it to him, that you couldn't do this anymore. the man had paid off your entire life, and you felt as though this was a necessary evil, please him to thank him.

"matthew," you start, "can we talk?"

"yeah, i wanted to ask you something."

"oh?" you say, intriguied.

"move in with me"

"wait-"

"i don't care what we are, what you want our label to be. i'll do whatever it is you want, but i need you close." he cradles your face in his hands, whispering in that sinful voice close to your ear.

"i need this to be serious. concrete." you say.

"would a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly be concrete enough?"

#matt murdock #matt murderdock #matt murdock headcanons #matt murderdock headcanons #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x female reader

[starpearlz]

Spooky story at the camp fire scares the reader so much they can't sleep and Xaxier spends all night looking after them (lots of fluff with a bunch if teasing)

Lake Erie legend -> Xavier Thorpe

Nevermore summer camp Masterlist

A/n - sorry this took forever been a busy bee 1.5k

“These are not scary at all.” You said bluntly, staring in front of you too look at Kent rolling his eyes. “I told you I’m not creative enough for this!” The siren said as he tossed the flashlight to Ajax who was right next to him. “But really, the most known horror character in history!” You argued back, “but I thought it was the best one! We are at a summer camp you know, by a lake!” He said throwing his hands up in defense. Making Xavier chuckle who sat on his right.

“But we could totally survive Jason! Ajax could just stone him or something!” You yelled back making Wednesday rolled her eyes “I’m going to sleep.” She said getting up from the right side of the log and started walking to the cabin. You turned to Enid who had marshmallows stuffed in her mouth, they were for making s’mores, the perfect opportunity to make them with the warm fire in front of us, but Enid started eating them all. She quickly got up with two marshmallows in her mouth, “wait for me-“ she muffled before turning back to take the marshmallow bag with her.

“Well, we lost our marshmallows now..” you mumbled, Xavier pursed his lips together moving next to you where Enid was siting. You turned to look at him thinking he was looking at you, but he had his head straight staring at the fire you noticed his leg bouncing up and down. You turned to Ajax who had the flashlight in his face, “let me tell you about Lake Erie legend.” You sighed turning to face him to listen.

“A group of sailors were taking a boat ride on a lake, when a black Newfoundland dog fell overboard and the crew ignored him as he drowned. After the incident, people near the lake reported hearing howls throughout the night.” He paused turning to you, seeing that your actually listening and not groaning. You heard a howl throughout the forest making you turn around to see nothing.

“This dog currently haunts this lake” you turned back to see him point to to the lake next to us, “the legends said, that if anyone goes near this lake; the dog will think it’s one of the men that Ignored him. And will take revenge to those sailors who let him drown.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve been here a million times no dog has killed me yet-“ you stopped as you felt claws pick you up and threw you into the lake. You picked your head back up to see wolf ears in the water, your eyes widen scared you dunk your head back in the water to see a rainbow haired wolf.

You piped your head back up splashing her getting out of the water, as you heard everyone laugh. “Oh you were scared!” Ajax said laughing holding his stomach as Xavier threw a towel over your shoulder. “So not funny” you said putting the towel closer to you. “It really is” Kent said in the middle of laughing with him. You heard a little giggle next to, you turned your head to him and hit him in stomach as you turned away back to your cabin. “You guys are assholes!” You yelled at them.

You opened your cabin door to see Wednesday reading a black book on her bed with thing on her shoulder. “You two should’ve worn me.” You said getting dry clothes out. “I would’ve but then I remembered when you forced me to do arts and crafts.” You sighed going to the bathroom to take a shower.

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‘Damn Ajax and Enid’, you thought tossing and turning in your bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about that damn dog, you were just out there with Xavier a couple of nights ago. He’s not real, yet you can’t stop thinking about you. Groaning as you got up quickly getting your jacket again leaving the cabin. You only tried to sleep for an hour but you knew if you stayed in bed you wouldn’t sleep all night.

You didn’t go to the dock this time because you didn’t want to fall in or to the campfire in the forest, it’s way too dark to be in the forest. You sat on the bench in the middle of all the cabins and watched the lake. You wish you brought a flashlight not being able to see nothing but pitch black. You heard rustling next to you making you gasp and turn to the sound. “Don’t panic it’s just me.” With a click a flashlight was on and you Xavier with a flashlight pointed to his face.

You sighed, “do you have a tracking device on me where you can see when I leave the cabin or what?” He chuckled taking a seat next to you, he put the flashlight in between the two of you facing the water. “No I don’t, but I knew you weren’t gonna be able to sleep tonight, especially bc of how ‘scared’ you got.” He chuckled emphasizing the scared part making your mouth drop open. “I was not scared ok.”

“Mhm, sure you weren’t.” He said giving a smirk and crossing his arms. “I wasn’t!” “You so we’re!” You shook your head as he chuckled, “why are you awake?” You asked changing the subject. As he shrugged, “I don’t know, couldn’t sleep..” he said leaning more on the bench. “Why, you didn’t get scared.” “Couldn’t stop thinking about your face when you got thrown in the lake.” He said facing the lake as you turned to him. “Ohh, you were thinking about me, that’s why you couldn’t sleep.”

“No, no I was not thinking about you.” “But, you kinda were thinking about my face.” You argued back turning to him as he sat up more shaking his head. “I only thought about your scared face-“ “ha! So you admit it you were thinking about me.” You said as you both started laughing. “Alright fine, I was thinking about your scared face.” You groaned as he laughed.

“Why didn’t you warn me about them?” You said turning your body to him “they didn’t tell me.” He said bluntly. “Be fucking for real right now, Ajax your best friend and he’s your roommate you had to have known.” He shook his head “I swear on Nevermore I didn’t know. And plus if I did know I would’ve told you.” Making you confused “why?” Your question made him confused “why what?” “Why would you have told me?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.. I just think that if this happened to me and you didn’t tell me I would’ve been.. I don’t know, upset?” Back to you now being confused “why would you be upset?” He thought for a second pursing his lips. “I consider you a close friend.. and stuff..” he trailed of staring at the ground. “But we just started talking again recently, you already consider me a close friend?” You said confused.

“Of course I do I’ve known you for like ever,” “then why did you stop talking to me when you and Bianca started dating?” He got tense for a second, “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice..” that statement made you make a face. “Of course I noticed, we we’re friends and you just stopped sitting next to me.”

“Last year, Bianca had asked me to stop talking to you.. because I kinda, had a crush on you..” you thought back, now it all makes so much sense when he would give you little flowers that ‘he found on thornhill gave him’ or when he would give you all the answers without a second thought, and he saved your seat everyday.

“Um.. I had no idea..” you said crossing your arms as he made a face, “I think it was actually pretty obvious.. or maybe your just oblivious.” You scoffed “I am not oblivious!” You argued back making him chuckle. You yawned “at these moments I really wish I had my phone, I would kill to listen to music again.” You sighed rubbing your eyes leaning on the bench as Xavier got up. “I have an idea, but you cannot laugh at me.” He said getting up and he walked to his cabin as you sighed snuggling closer to your jacket.

Xavier came back with a blanket and something else that you can’t see. “Here..” he said throwing the blanket on you. “Oh.. thank you.” You mumbled “why would I make fun of you?” He chuckled “well, this was my moms, she would take it to Nevermore when she was younger.” He pulled out a cassette player.

“Wait that’s actually sick.” You said tired as he pulled out earbuds. He plugged them in and handed on to you and put on the other one. He pressed play and put it next to the flashlight. He got closer as a song played that you didn’t now. “I like this song..” you mumbled as your eyes closed, your head got heavy and decided to put your head on Xavier shoulder falling asleep.

#[ nevermore summer camp ] #xavier thorpe x reader #[ xavier 🫀 ] #percy hynes white x reader #wednesday #wednesday netflix

[sawyerslvt]

Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 2)

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Completed series :)  Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you.  Word count: 2,825 Warnings: MDNI, non-consensual touching, explicit descriptions of violence, blood

You walk into the bar. Johnny makes a bee line for the seat in the furthest stool to the right while you stay by the entrance scanning the room. The thought of one of the people spending their last moments in this bar was surreal to think about. And the guilt was starting to take over. You try brushing the thoughts away, as your own life was at stake. 

You make your way to the bar and sit on one of the stools closer to the left. Far away from Johnny, but close enough so that he could hear everything being said while being able to keep a real close eye in case you try escaping. To your surprise he already seemed busy with a woman. You look over to him and catch yourself staring, so did he. While the woman looked away for a second he winked at you, making sure you knew he caught you. 

A wave of jealousy hits you and you feel confused and quite frankly, disgusted by the insinuation that your brain had suggested. She laughs at something Johnny says and playfully hits his shoulder. You see him hunched over the bar playing with the rim of his glass while smirking and entertaining the woman's giggles. He makes sure to avoid eye contact with you but he knows youre watching him.

He places his hand lazily around her waist and listens to her while she talks. She seemed quite talkative and he wasn't really listening but he made sure to pay attention to her with physical touch, stroking her waist and sides. Eventually he went lower until his hand was resting on her thigh, he gave her that same gentle squeeze he gave you earlier.

It was clear that you were nothing special to him. This wasn't you winning at his game, it was all a part of his plan. He liked the hunt. He liked toying with you and giving you a false sensation of power. And when you feel like you have him exactly where you want him, when you feel the most powerful, he’ll reclaim and strip the power away from you, making sure you knew he was in control the whole time. Whether it be psychological or physical, he’ll best you in either.

You continue watching him for a while longer until your staring gets interrupted. “Alright lady, will you order anything?” the bartender is cleaning a glass with a cloth, you've been sitting here for a while gawking at some guy, he was not letting you use up a stool without you ordering. “Yes, she will have a… what would you like, peach?” a man in his late twenties, maybe early 30s looks over to you with a warm smile. You hadn't noticed but he was sitting right beside you the whole time. “uhh.. ill take whatever, really. But I guess maybe a tequila sunrise”. You tried directing your attention back at the man beside you, rather than Johnny's hands on that woman.

He gives a nod to the bartender, confirming your order. He already had his drink in front of him. He turned his body to face you, resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together. You knew what this was, you didn't even look in his direction but here he was throwing himself at you, men were too easy. “So what is a pretty girl like you doing at a bar alone?” he looks slightly up to meet your gaze. “i felt i needed some time alone, i need distractin’”. Your body is facing forward, you turn your head to meet the man looking up at you, but instead, your gaze falls straight over and past him and you're met with Johnny smirking slyly towards you, waiting to see your next move. He has a shit eating grin on his face seeing how uninterested you seemed in the man. You read his facial expression and sense he’s feeling pride. He's feeling proud over having scared you into not flirting with other men, because god forbid… if they touch you…

You start to feel sick of it. I mean sure you weren't even interested in the man to begin with but over your dead body, that Johnny would think that he's the cause of it. You decide to play along with his game again. Slowly but sensually you turn to face the man and you meet his gaze as close as you could get. “I think a man like you could distract me from my problems just fine”. You give his lips a glance and you see him choke on his nervosity, you can see the mental pep talks he's giving himself to keep his cool around you. Just as he calms down you pull away and conveniently your tequila sunrise greeted you on the bar. 

Still facing him and poking your chest out a little, you take a sip from your drink without breaking eye contact. You take a quick glance back at Johnny and it looks like smoke was about to come out of his ears and nose, he was furious and you lived for it. The woman is now practically in his lap, trying desperately to get him to touch her again. He reluctantly put his hands back on her body, but this time his focus is entirely you. 

“What's your name honey?” you stay confident. “James, and yours?” he started becoming progressively more confident, now knowing the type he’s dealing with. “Mikaela” you say somewhat dryly. “Well Mikaela, may I kiss you?” he asked cautiously, but somehow cocky at the same time. You knew Johnny would probably kill you, but at this point, you didn't care. 

You grabbed the man's collar and pulled him close to you, biting your lips, until you connected with the man's wet mouth. You kept kissing him and he happily returned the kiss. But you were lost in thought of what Johnny might do to you. You reluctantly open your eyes and see him grab the woman's face and forcibly bring it to his mouth. His tongue meeting hers and dancing along in a synchronized rhythm. Neither of you break eye contact and for the moment you are passionately kissing your respective victims while keeping intimate eye contact with each other. You see the hunger in his eyes wishing the woman holding onto his big shoulders was you. He sees the hunger in your eyes wishing the man pulling her waist close was him. 

The kiss gets increasingly passionate. Johnny, at one point gives you that smirk that you’ve slowly started to grow, oh, so fond of. You smile back and for a second forgot… he wasn't the man kissing you. With the upscaling intensity you felt a hand grab your ass. You flinch as you somehow didn't expect anything more than kissing. Well, you didn't even expect touching but here your stubborn self was. As this was more than you signed up for, you pulled away and tried grabbing the attention of the man kissing you, breaking Johnny's eye contact. He met your confused and disapproving gaze with a sly smirk and thirst for more and you kept pulling away to make your point crystal clear. 

He doesn't get the hint… or he does, but he disrespects your wishes to finish and pulls you back in. This time he uses more force. “don't do this to me baby, give me what you just gave me” he whispers breathlessly in your ear. “please get off me” you heart racing, you didn't want him hurting you more than he already was. “you were acting like a whore a moment ago, you need distractin’, remember?”. He quickly stood up from his chair, making it fall behind him, now grasping your upper arm hard and directing you to the bar bathroom. 

For the second time during these cursed 24 hours, you feel scared for your life, or at the very least scared for your innocence. As a last attempt for a savior you look over to the man responsible for all of it, Johnny. To your surprise he was already rushing your direction with a clenched jaw and fist. This was the most furious you had seen him all night. 

It all went so fast. One second your arm was bruising from the hold the man had you in, the next second Johnny lifted his fist and for a split second you thought it was headed your way, until you felt the hand’s tight grip of your arm weaken and suddenly, it was fully released. You had shut your eyes and held your head and ears with your arms to protect you from an incoming attack. Instead, you hesitantly open your eyes to see the man on the floor and Johnny towering over him. His fist connecting with his nose and blood was slowly covering the bar floor. The bartender, continuing the cleaning of his glasses, gives the one he’s holding a quick blow. “listen buddy, take your business elsewhere, you're scaring my customers”. 

Without hesitation he drags the man outside the bar. You follow Johnny like a dog with his tail between his legs, almost ashamed. The woman was left shocked to her core, little does she know, she dodged a bullet not pursuing Johnny. Once you exit the bar you see him continuously spraying punches to the man’s head who is most likely fully blacked out by that point. You had no other place than to stand and watch. A part of you is thankful that out of all the guys in the bar, you managed to pick the worst one and that he’ll get the honor of meeting his maker. It's a win-win situation, one less perv on this earth, and you get to go to sleep guilt free. 

You look up at the sky and think back to when you were in the car, when the sun was still setting. You were right. The stars do look beautiful on a cloud free night such as this. More beautiful than they have ever looked. You keep your head facing the sky and close your eyes. The sounds of heavy fists hitting the man's skull, Johnny's heavy breathing, cussing and gurgling of the man's last moments were suddenly muffled as you closed your eyes, tears now streaming down your face. You feel the cool breeze of the night target your wet face and a chill travels up your spine. You don't move, you take this moment and enjoy it to the fullest. You don't know how much of your life is left, what else life has to offer other than pain and suffering. You take deep breaths, feeling the fresh oxygen filling your lungs as you inhale, and all worries release as you exhale. 

You slowly open your eyes, tears still flowing uncontrollably, your head still leaned back. Defeated, you look up at the stars. You find yourself looking for this God people keep raving about. Where does he reside during cloud free days? Where is he now that you’re hurting? You look to the stars twinkle in the sky. Do they know you’re hurting? Are they watching this man get beat to death? Will the universe mercilessly watch as your last breath escapes your body? Subconsciously, you take a deeper breath with that last thought. You want your last breath to be far away from this day. 

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Johnny hovered over the man's disfigured face and body, being satisfied with his work, people like him made killing easier. He walks over to you, you’re watching the sky. He studies you for a moment, you seem completely out of it. Watching the stars, deep in thought, and as if they provided some form of comfort for you. He decides to step away from you and drag the body of the man into the back of his truck. He already had the body bags, rope and other useful utensils back there. Other than the bar, nothing else in town was open. And even the bar was nearly empty. Dragging the body of a half dead man in the middle of town might sound risky. But around these parts, it was like trying to catch a drop of blood in the sea, undetectable. 

After putting the man in the back of his truck, Johnny comes back to you. You're still standing, watching the sky. Now he’s getting impatient with you. “Enough woman! You've caused enough trouble for the day” he grabs your wrist and pulls you back into reality. Before you know it, you are situated back into the passenger seat of his car, but this time with no restraints. The car, once again, rumbles into motion and you take off, leaving the man's dried blood and chunks of flesh to be feasted on by insects. 

Johnny is facing forward, not acknowledging your existence. He scrambles around in his pocket looking for something. He pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips. He returns to his pocket and pulls out a lighter, lighting the cigarette, all while keeping one hand firmly on the steering wheel. He takes a deep hit of his cigarette and settles it between his index and middle finger and stretches his left arm out of the window, holding the cigarette. He holds the smoke in for a second and later releases it with a deep sigh, the cloud filling the car and making its way to poison your lungs. You were never a smoker, but there was something about him doing it that made it look more elegant than it was. 

“...thank you” you feel ashamed for even saying it. Maybe you should’ve said ‘I'm sorry’. He just beat a man halfway to hell, but you're sure he's used to it. You technically didn't see much of the act itself, you were distracted by the stars, you've always felt they had something to do with the true meaning of life. You tread carefully, afraid you might be next. “I didn't mean to be difficult…” you take a small pause “...i’m sorry” the apology came out more like the squeak of a mouse, but you felt it was appropriate to add it nonetheless. He continues looking straight ahead towards the road and you begin playing with the ends of your long hair in order to provide some self soothing and prepare yourself for what's to come. 

“You don't have to apologize” his voice was low but gentle. He seemed to be calm and you got the feeling that he tried reassuring you he wasn't mad, even though he didn't say it. This felt like a surprisingly human moment coming from him. You knew what he was capable of, and how quick he could switch from kind to rough but you wanted this side of him to stay a little longer. “Does it hurt? your hands, that is” you had noticed his knuckles were red and bleeding. He seemed almost startled by the question, of course he didn't expect it, but his facial expression also seemed to soften once he fully absorbed the question. “no darlin’... don't worry about me, im fine” 

Your body was fully facing him at this point. You watch him as he drives, his face looked like it was carved by God himself, not a single flaw other than his big scar cutting through his eye, which honestly only added to his charm and mystique. You wonder if another woman had placed that on him while she desperately flayed her arms to get away from him. You feel yourself get hypnotized by his hair swaying back and forth caused by the wind trying to catch up to the car's speed. How could someone so stunningly beautiful be capable of the acts he was committing, and yet, you hadn't even seen half of it, you bet. You continue watching him and feel your eyelids get heavy. It's been a long day and the headache is starting to catch up to you, the lack of food making your stomach rumble. Your body still facing him , you try to create a makeshift pillow with your hands and place it on your shoulders to rest your head. 

Johnny takes notice of you making yourself comfortable in his truck but he allows you. You’re exhausted but try to stay awake. Through your lazy attempts to keep your eyelids open, you see him glance over at you every now and then. And for the first time since the bar incident, you see that little smirk peering through. It was warm, and it gave you a sense of comfort, like you were safe with him. You pretend he's not the man he is for a moment and let yourself drift off. Keeping the mental image of his warm smirk to tuck yourself into your sleep. 

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[hazashiovo]

Imagine falling on ice and coming home bruised.

!Aemond targaryen imagine!

Mostly cute fluffy stuff to make up for my last imagine ❣️

Two: bruises? And reader beeing dumbass.

It's been a month since you were married to the second Prince, and you must say, he's cold towards you, he makes you feel small and insignificant

One thing you love is his sister, she's so sweet and innocent, she understands you. Unfortunately for her she's married to Aegon.

It's a shock when the people of the court don't see the two of you together. Either if you're listening to haelena tell you about her bugs or If you laugh together.

From what you saw she's the sweetest.

Happily for you, winter hit King's Landing, and with it, ice. You're from Winter fell so it felt nice having something familiar to you.

You and the sweet princess decided it would be a fun idea to battle with snow, build snow people and slide on ice. Oh how much fun the two of you had, you couldn't get enough of her laughing and her grinning face.

Most of the time, on ice, you would lose balance and fall, in which the princess would worry, but you would laugh it off.

The two of you spent the whole day outside, until her mother decided it was enough coldness for the two of you so she brought you inside.

As time to return to your chambers came you bid goodnight to Haelena and went for your warm bed, of course before that a bath would be nice.

The maids prepared your bath how much you enjoyed entering the hit water.

One of the maids announced prince Aemonds arrival to your chambers in which you waved her off.

He entered the room, looking pretty tired. H8s eye than made contact with yours.

You saw how his face morphed into something you couldn't recognize, you didn't know why, he has seen you naked on your wedding night before.

-Is there something wrong, my prince? -

You asked in confusion.

He got close to the tub you were bathing in.

He gently took your arm, his fingers traced the skin up to your back.

-who did this?-

His cold, perhaps angry voice questioned.

You raised your brow confused, not knowing what he meant.

You looked at your arm, noticing its full of blueish bruises.

His face was morphed in what seemed anger, waiting an answer from you.

-no one.-

You chuckled, remembering the countless times you fell either in your back or arm

-do not lie to me, wife.

Aemond sternly warned

Oh dear

-well, if you really must know, me and the ground had an argument today, god that ice got me well. -

Your gigglea rang trough his ears.

For a moment he looked like he won't believe it.

-if you're think I'm not honest, and defend someone, ask your sister, oh Lord how she looked each time I fell, I think I even got a concussion at one point.-

Your husband sighed in what seemed to be relief.

Without a word, he left the room. Soon enough he was back with something in his hand, an ointment for your bruises.

-Let me take care of you, dear wife.-

You must admit you are left a bit with a shocked expression, but quickly process it and nod.

-How carrying of you my dear, but there is no need for you to treat me. - you smile and gently have his hand in your own.

He sighed .

After you were done bathing he was waiting for you on the bed the two of you shared, with the ointment in a hand and him in his night clothes.

He gently took your hand and seated you on the bed, back facing him.

He moved your hair out of your back and started applying the mixtyre on your bruises.

The coldness tickled you as you flinched.

-why would you do this to a person you hate?

You question, not realising what you said in time to stop yourself.

Aemond stopped his movement. Oh no, did you screw it up?

-I don't know where you got the ideas I hate you, my dear.-

His soothing voice reassured you as he kept applying ointment, now onto your arm.

-be careful next time you play outside, especially on this weather. -

Your face turned red as you heard Aemond chuckle, imagine how amusing it felt to hear what you told him earlier.

He worried for nothing.

At first he thought he failed to protect his wife, as his husband duty.

One thing his wife never knew is how dearly he loves her and how he cares for her, but he never thought you would think he hates you.

He especially loved you carefree and childish nature, so different from his. It brought him comfort that even when he's there you are honest and kind.

Aemind also admired and loved how you and his little sister got along , he knows you have a pure soul.

Once he was done, he let you dress into your night gown and sat by the fire.

You joined him,you supposed that showing affection is hard for him. So you made the first step. You snuggled into him, his arm instinctively around your form.

The two of you just dat in comforting silence by the fireplace. Imagine straight out of a romance book.

You laid your head in his shoulder , making sure he's not disturbed.

After some time you fell asleep like that, How Aemind love your peaceful face.

He smiled, than kissed your forehead lovingly.

Oh how he wished he could live this moment forever.

Soo, how was it?

I'm sorry for any grammatical mistake ,guess what, english is not my first language (basic author phrase)

I hope I didn't make Aemond ooc, but I really hope it makes a bond with the reader and helps you visualize the way Aemond wasn't granted affection as a child so he doesn't know how to offer it, until, reader!!

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