#handsome blue eyed devil

[illiana-mystery]

Ghostwriter, The Hitch-Hiker (1986)

#i made gifs #finally anyway #also relinked the episode in the caption #you're welcome in advance #happy watching #he was so fine in this episode #i mean he was crazy too #but i can fix him #i know i can #jeffrey hunt #the hitch hiker #handsome blue eyed devil #willem dafoe

[bearnakedbaker]

Josh Eddy

#eddiethefit #handsome redhead #ginger man #hot hunky redhead #beautiful ginger #ginger #blue eyed redhead #handsome devil #stunning redhead

[webberbaby]

His little Stripper <3

pairing- Colby Brock x fem!reader

summary- a stripper catches the eyes of a handsome man, has a lotta fun

warnings- a lil angsty, some hardcore smut lol, cute lil ending

word count- 3k or sum? maybe 4k, LMAO

a/n- been a long time since I’ve written, enjoy

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The whole studio was bouncing, the bass rhythmically played throughout the club. Swimming inside the walls, almost enticing you in. The night was young and had only just begun, it was a start to a long night. Here, I was treated almost like royalty, all the other dancers liked to roll their eyes or make snarky comments because they didn’t like the way I hogged all the attention, I was young and that’s nothing I could help.

You could say I was a good dancer. One of the best.

Brittney. I only had one friend in this place, the rest would only batter their eyelashes to get a hand on your earnings. Not Brittney though. She was a sweet, honest girl that just needed the extra cash and in complete fairness, that’s what we were both here for. We were both the youngest in this place. University costs an arm and a leg, there’s no lie in that. It was a hated industry, but the world is a tough place to make a living.

“Girl! You gotta get out there! it’s thriving with old dudes that have a TON of money!!” She heaved, slumping on a swivel chair next to mine, with a wide-eyed expression painted across her makeup clad features. I glanced at her through the huge mirrors stuck to the smoke stained walls, with a slight smirk finishing up on my cherry red lipgloss, “Oh yeah? Sounds just like every other night.”

“Well, I did see these couple guys around our age, maybe older, they were sooo hot.” Brittney explained, emphasising their good looks, applying makeup to her smudged areas. She seemed skittish, almost like she was eager to get back out there. This time I’d turned to face her, making my blonde hair a bouncy, wavey look. Being expressive with her hands, matter of factly she had said, “I sooo wished they’d came over to me, that brunette guy was soo handsome, so mysterious too. I’ll have to show you when you get your ass out there! I’d give that man a dance for free any day.”

I giggled, never hearing her talk like this made me believe these men were as handsome as she said they were. Maybe I’ll have to see for myself. I began to slip my cherry red heels on, glancing in the mirror, puffing my hair out. I had styled it in to an 80’s blowout type look, just more modernised. “I believe you girl, it’s been a while since we’ve had a looker come here.”

“Man, you look like a whole full course meal looking like that, Y/N. You have more of a chance than me at getting that handsome devil in a booth. Gosh, you’re so sexy!” Brittney huffed, looking at me with a sad but hopeful expression.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair. Cupping her face with my hands, I said with confidence, “God is a woman, and you my friend are a fucking goddess! Now let’s get out there and make some fucking money!” She smiled into my hands as I then spun her around, seeing the sparkles on her little outfit shine.

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I stood behind Brittney as she peeped from behind the big, draping, scarlet red curtain that lead out to the runway. A shiny pole awaiting us. Britt had kept an eye on the stage as I was trying to skim the crowd for the one who looks like they had the most cash with them. “Oh! Gabriella’s almost finished her dance, god blue is NOT her colour!”

“Brittney! You have to watch your mouth sometimes, you’ll get in trouble if someone hears you!” I wispered harshly, playfully jabbing her arm. She moved over a little so I could get a better look of the crowd. Taking me by surprise, a pair of striking blue eyes caught my own as I swiftly shut the curtain, almost knocking Britt over, “Holy shit.”

“What? What!” The brunette nudged me out the way as I took a step back, body running cold. I heard her muttering as she closed the curtain as quick as she re-opened it, turning to me. “Oh my God, that’s him!”

“Shut up! I’ve never seen him before, I can’t dance infront of him, he’s too pretty to be here! What’s a guy like him doing here?! God!” I gulped, walking back and forth on myself, finding my nerves getting the better of me of me. God, his dark brown hair and that shiny earring glistening in his ear, the black button up, the shine on his rings and tattooed arms, man. I’m used to dancing for 40+ year old guys, not actual good looking guys my age!

“Are you being serious right now, Y/N? You’re the hottest one here, if Gab’s can flaunt it then you definitely can too!” She exclaimed assertively, stopping me in my tracks, hands on either side of my arms. Pointing her finger in my face.

“Hey sluts, they’re waiting.” A scratchy, unbothered voice had sounded as the clacking of heels sounded down the set of stairs held by the stage. We both rolled our eyes as she swang her hips side to side, sauntering away from us.

“Ugh, whatta bitch.” We muttered in unison, breathing out a laugh. Britt gave me a subtle peck on the cheek, something she always did to calm my nerves before my journey to the pole, “Knock ‘em dead, Y/N”

As she turned my track on, I took a deep breath, pushing my boobs up a little, feeling the deep red lace against my body. Promiscuous sounded, by Nelly & Timbaland. As much as it is a corny song, the boys loved it.

Whipping my hair over my shoulder, I winked at my bestie, and started my walk. The giant curtains opened as I started to strut. The dim lights only lighting up solely on the pole. My confidence returning as my hips swirled to the beat, winking at thirsty men in the crowd. I raised my arms leaning my head back touching my chest.

I made my way over to the center, strutting around the shiny metal pole, caressing it gently. Placing my heels accordingly on the polished platform, stepping on dollar bills everywhere I walked. “Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want and I got what you need.”

I raised my leg on the pole letting my body drape around as my arm held my balance along the pole. As I smoothly came to the bottom of the glistening metal, I spread my legs one infront and one behind, bouncing slightly. Rolling onto my next move, the same pair of blue eyes caught my attention, I couldn’t help but stare for a second, which felt like minutes, as I got behind the pole, he winked at me.

Which took me by surprise as I blushed. I gulped and returned the wink. I blew a kiss at this man, as I slut dropped down the metal shaft, licking up it. Keeping eye contact, his mouth agape. When I grew confidence, I also grew dirty. Giving what these men came to see. “Have all my money!”

One man shouted, another had exclaimed, “I want you to ride my face, please! Be my dirty little girl!” I smiled politely at these men, knowing full well they probably have wives at home, most of them having a ring on their marriage finger. Bastards.

As I danced around the pole, I let my hips do the work, shaking them around in a sexy way. Left to right, innocently dancing. Mouthing the lyrics, shutting my eyes ever so slightly. With my back to the pole now, I had slid down it, mouthing the lyrics, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want!”

Motioning this handsome blue eyed boy to me with my fingers, in a ‘come here’ type of way. Hoping to entice him, or just playfully tease him. He was leaning against the bar, eyes glued to me. I’ve felt his eyes on me the whole dance. He had this dark smirk on him, looking me up and down with these hungry eyes. Turning his full body towards me now. He mouthed, “Oh yeah?”

In return, I sent an innocent wink his way, with a smile this time. Getting on my feet and swinging around the pole one last time before subtly dropping down, against the cold metal, arching my back as I pushed my hips towards the pole, not letting go. The lights going dark once again as my time came to an end.

I blew the crowd a kiss as I took one last glance toward the bar, the man that had captivated my full attention could not be seen. My heart sank a little as I turned on my heel, forming a strut down the walk as the curtains closed behind me, the money being collected as I had left the stage that I had now earned.

“Eeek! Y/N! You did so good! How am I supposed to follow that performance up?!” Brittney squealed, high fiving me.

“You’ll do even better than me, I’m sure of it!” Giving her praise, she was the one thing that got me through this place, she deserved more confidence. “ I’m gonna take a walk on the floor, gonna get a drink! Go get ‘em tiger!”

As much as I was there for my girl, I desperately wanted to see if this man had stuck around.

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Venturing onto the men-riddled floor, I tried to keep my composure. This was when my nerves got the better of me, you’re looked at as a piece of meat when you’re of the floor. Up on the stage, you feel as though everyone’s below you, literally. You’re on top, nobody can touch you up there.

I found myself at the bar, just asking for a lemonade to pass the time, a kind, older woman had served me. She was one of the nicer workers that resided here, “Would you like a cherry in there too, Y/N?”

“You know me.” I softly said, giving her a thankful smile. Some saw me as the baby here and some saw me as the queen. It was a weird place to be, I just appreciated the kind ones. She gave me a wink and went on her way to make me a the simple concoction.

“Y/N. What a name. Pretty, too.” A deep, husky voice sounded from next to me, as I felt his eyes burn into the side of my head. I turned, slowly looking up at him, his tall, dark frame leaning down on me. I gulped. Those familiar blue eyes keeping ahold of my attention, his warm smile sounding, “Hey, I’m Colby.” He took my hand and kissed it gently.

“Y/N. Hey.” I shyly ushered out in one whole breathe, as I glanced down, my hair falling infront of my face. He was gorgeous, a true beauty. I must be lucky for someone like him to be able to approach me.

“Yeah, I know” He chuckled. I blushed as he heard the lady behind the bar already address that. Don’t screw up now girl! “Is that your real name? I know ladies like to have a disguise around here.”

He observantly mentioned, smirking too. I was at a loss for words, Colby was so captivating, I was lost in his celestial, lapis eyes. His chestnut hair cascading infront of his eyes ever so slightly. “It is, does that disappoint you?”

I decided to be honest, maybe he’d find that attractive in its self. After all, he was honest with me. “What? God no, I think you’re stunning, and your names just the cherry on top!”

Colby ironically exclaimed, as my drink was placed infront of me. The lady looked at both me and him and smiled, raising her eyebrows at me. He glanced at my drink, taking the cherry. Swivelling it in his grip, he glanced at me. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, as he popped it in my mouth, plucking the stem from the cherry itself. “Good girl.”

My heart started to race as he reached his hand out, ushering me closer. As I went to take his hand, a loud roguish man approached me, grabbing me by waist, immediately yelling in my face, “Are you gonna dance for me or what? Huh?”

The alcohol definitely playing its part, I glanced to security, they hadn’t seen the commotion yet and my heart was jumping out of its chest. He towered over me demanding, impatiently waiting for an answer. “Sir, please don’t speak to me like tha-“

“I can speak to you how the FUCK I want, don’t you dare think for a second that your better than me or anyone’s gonna save your pretty little ass, you do what I tell you-“ a huge thud landed as I was swiftly pushed back, the man in front of me collapsing to the ground. Colby had lunged at the drunken man. Angered, he had hit him square in the jaw, a tooth rolling around on the floor. A splash of blood on already red heel.

My breath hitched in my throat, still no security in sight, the music too loud for anyone to really give a shit. Colby had picked this man up by his shift, as though he weighed of nothing, he hissed in his face, “Beat it.”

The man was dropped to his feet and quickly scurried away, as if he saw death itself. I watched as he was out of site, a warm touch against my chin snapped me out of the trance I was in. Startled. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Gazing into his eyes, hard to look away, I stuttered out, “I-uh, yeah. Thank you.” I placed my hand on his chest trying to gain my breath back, it all happened so fast, a boldness took over me, the sheer sign of strength made so effortlessly was almost overwhelming, “Wanna get out of here?”

I felt his heartbeat pick up every so slightly as he huskily said, “Lead the way, Y/N.”

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Of all places, I lead him to one of the private booths, the expensive, champagne riddled rooms. I shut the curtains to the room, letting staff know that it was occupied. The curved couch was a sparkly red, that had a pole in the middle as well as a love seat. The circular table had three bottles of champagne in a bucket of ice, recently been placed there. Lights had become dim since I’d closed the curtains and there were little sources of light emerging from under both seats. Colby had poured a drink for me and himself, keeping them set down on the table, he approached me with a smirk on his face, “What brings us here then beautiful?”

“I wanted to thank you back there, you were so brave.” Placing my hand on his chest once again, ever so slightly pushing him backwards, towards the curved seat, trailing my hand downwards. Batting my eyelashes at him with my big doe like eyes, I pouted, “So strong.”

His legs hit the textured couch, falling back on, eyes never straying from mine once. I began to crawl on top of him, in a straddle position, feeling himself twitch underneath me, “I-That was nothing back there, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t have to take that shit.”

He insisted while taking in my body, my looks. Colbys hands began to travel up and down my lacy, deep red piece, taking it all in, breathing a little heavier than before. Muttering, he shifted a little from under me, looking back up at my eyes, “Fuck.”

Smirking slightly, I leant forward, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage, whispering, “I’ll make you feel good, Colby.” His breath began to hitch as I began to kiss up his jaw, his eyes darkened as he lifted my face, gazing into my eyes. His plump lips were begging to meet mine, he took a quick glance at my lips and mumbled hastily, “You’re making me crazy, beautiful.”

And with that he crashed his whiskey stained lips into my cherry tasted ones. Hunger was taking over and I grew to want him so badly. His great hands found their way to my back, travelling down and cupping me, grabbing me ever so slightly but enough for me to moan into his mouth. He seemed to like that. Swiftly, he took my laced bra off with one quick motion, making me gasp.

My hands got the better of me and I started unbuttoning his shirt, almost frustrated that it wasn’t coming undone quick enough. He pulled away, picking me up, his hands under me, straddling his waist now, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blue eyed boy had laid us down, I was now laying on the love seat, he towered over me, looking me up and down, ready to feast. Colby stood there, with his shirt unbuttoned, his abs glistening from the sweat we had just created. He looked godly in this moment. He quickly took off his jeans, his member almost throbbing to be let out. I gulped as he looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen.

He lowered himself down, and kissed me passionately, still hungry for more. My hands roamed freely, helping him take off his shirt completely. With this motion I quickly flipped us, wanting to be on top of him. I begged, “Let me please you, Colby.”

Impressed at my strength, Colby had stifled a moan as I started to leave hungry kisses down his chest, until I got to his boxer line. I looked up at him through my lashes, as he nodded with approval, removing the clothing. His thick member throbbing. I gulped, taking in his size, he was fucking huge.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I teased him, licking up his shaft, keeping eye contact with him as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. I wrapped my hand around his member, kissing the tip.

I began to take him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and sucking slightly, wanting him to feel euphoric. His sweet moans filled my ears, making me work harder for him. Wanting to make him feel better than ever. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

Seeing his eyes roll back as his shaft touched the back of my throat was enough to make me moan, knowing I was doing a good job. I was a good girl. His good girl. Colby’s hand traveled to the back of my head, grabbing my hair slightly bobbing my head. It felt so good. “You like that baby girl?”

I nodded quickly, not wanting to disappoint, all of a sudden feeling really submissive. As I carried on sucking it for a little longer, Colby pulled my hair back and away from him gently making me look up at him, he muttered, “C’mere baby.”

I did as he asked, waiting for what was to come. Colby got on top of me, his chain dangling infront of my face, his arms looking as muscular as ever as he towered over me, I felt completely under his spell and I was more than ready for what he was about to do to me.

He caressed my breasts, with both hands as I started to breath heavier, trying to keep it together. His eyes flickering towards mine and my bare chest, he muttered sweet nothings as he latched onto them, kissing them. Sucking them. I couldn’t help but moan at the way his tongue moved against my body, “Colby!”

“Shh, baby. You sound so fucking good, but we can’t get in trouble now, can we?” He muttered against my breasts, knowing full well we’d get in big trouble as clients weren’t supposed to be touchy let alone all over each other. He was far from being a client, but I would definitely get kicked out immediately for this behaviour. I groaned out of annoyance, frustrated with pleasure. He began to bite them ever so gently, putting my hand over my mouth to shuffle my moans. Colby had made him way down to my panties, asking for approval, granting him access. He swiftly took them off with ease, “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

“Are you ready baby?” He huskily marvelled, admiring the mess he had made me into, touching himself. His hair stuck to his forehead a little, his muscles glistening all over, his tattoos made his aura dark and mysterious but he seemed like a complete utter dream. In response, all I could manage was a swift nod, with impatient, hungry eyes.

He lined his huge member up with my already wet folds, awaiting the small pain that came with it. He came down closer to me, kissing me roughly and pushing himself into me at the same time, causing me to melt into his mouth, both moaning loudly. My hands traveled up to his hair, getting tangled in his locks. His motions were euphoric and heavenly, making my back arch with every move. Colby moaned roughly into my neck, kissing it and nipping at the skin with his teeth, leaving slight bruises as he trailed.

“Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” My nails scraped along down his back, marking him as equally as he did me. He couldn’t keep back his moans as they sounded through my body. Unwinding. As is pace quickened, my orgasm started to grow nearer. I couldn’t hold it any longer, he was making me feel pleasure like I’ve never felt it before, “Colby, I’m so close!”

“Fuck baby, don’t come until I tell you too. I know you’re a good girl. My good, good girl.” He quickened his pace and became a little rougher with his thrusts, making me into a moaning mess. He couldn’t bring himself to tell me to be quiet anymore, he loved the way he was making me feel. He moved so he could put my legs over his shoulders, making my climax come quicker, “Colby, please!”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come too.” He muffled tensely, his thrusts getting sloppier, I looked at him with pleading eyes, muttering and begging, Colby looked at me with pleading eyes, “Come for me beautiful.”

With that, I had unleashed my orgasm, coming undone at his command, moaning his name as I rode out my high. I started toying with my breasts to get him closer to his climax, wanting nothing more but the warm fill, “Colby, please come. Please!”

Not even a moment later he came undone too, filling me up with his come. We were both messes, moaning into each other as he collapsed on top of me, pecking my neck as he collected himself. He rolled over to the next of me, putting his arm underneath his head and one out for me to lay on. We were both panting like sick dogs. I propped myself up on my elbow, my head resting against my palm.

“You know, I’ve never seen you in here before.” I muttered, playing with a strand of my hair. I pondered it, because he was a beautiful man, a young man. A man that didn’t suit these kind of places.

“I thought you’d ask, it’s a good friend of mines birthday and we all thought it would be a good surprise to bring him here.” Colby chuckled, looking into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart still erratic. “You are beautiful though, Y/N. I meant what I said.”

“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” I giggled, him faking a hurt expression, giving me a pearly white smile, something that made me melt on the spot. His crinkles next to his eyes matching perfectly with his happy looks.

“A pretty girl like you, how’d you end up here?” He looked at me sincerely, wanting to know me a little better. I didn’t think he’d ask, making me feel slightly embarrassed that I have money issues.

“Oh it’s nothing, just- university won’t pay itself, you see.” I said with honesty. glancing down at my hands down, playing with them.

“University? That’s incredible, I can’t imagine how expensive that must be, I guess I can understand.” I looked up at him, he seemed genuine and I melted into his gaze, I gave him a small smile. Appreciating his kind words. Mouthing a ‘thank you’.

“You know,” propping himself up to really look at me this time, grabbing the two glasses of champagne on the table. Handing one to me, “I would really like to take you out, get you away from here eventually.”

“I would really love that.” I blushed, him smirking in return.

“It wouldn’t be classed as inappropriate to maybe cheers to this? A new beginning, potentially?” Him raising a glass.

I giggled, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfilment. Cuddled up with a man you feel like you’ve known forever, chatting, getting to know each other and just sealed a date with, raising a toast to a new beginning. “Cheers.”

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a/n- omg I had no plan for this just a thought, one thing led to another and BOOM. hope you enjoyed lol I never know how to wrap up endings

stay sweet x

#colby brock #colby smut #sam and colby #xplr #colby brock smut

[cottagecheese1]

Knocking on the devils door

Summary: When you come back from college for summer break, the last thing you expected was to have a stepdad.

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

Warnings - not really smut but close enough, robert is a weirdo

College was fun. Well, except juggling classes and doing work wasn't all that fun, but other than that, you enjoyed it. Before you left home, you and your mom got into this huge argument about how you shouldn't go to college and just stay in your hometown and find a rich husband to take care of you, so you can become a housewife like her.

You have always been an independent person, but your mom never really understood that. Every time you would bring up getting a job or going to college, she would refuse, and ask you why you wouldn't just get a husband.

Then again, you do keep in mind that she is your mother and always has been, so you hoped that if you put this little hardship behind you, your mom would understand and also do the same.

You pulled into the driveway and took a quick gander at your childhood home. Nothing has changed even before you left, but what you did notice was an ice cream truck parked right in front of you. How strange.

As soon as you get out of your car, you smooth your shirt out. Taking in a deep breath, and walking up to the front door, knocking with your left hand while you hold your bag in the other. After waiting for a good two minutes, you raised your hand to knock once again until a tall man with long hair and a scruffy mustache answered the door.

"Listen, kid, I don't wanna buy any girl scout cookies"

He had a white T shirt on with glasses, as much as you would hate to admit it. He was a handsome man. The feeling of your tongue being caught in the back of your own throat wasn't really the most convenient.

"Um, no, sir, I'm looking for my mom? M/n?"

He looked me up and down, but before he could answer again, a high-pitched voice that was highly recognizable came quickly to the front door.

"Oh, Y/n, I'm so glad you're here! You should have called before you came! I missed you so much, sweetheart please come inside!"

To say that you were surprised was an understatement. Being welcomed into open arms by your mother after what happened really surprised you. After you came inside, and looked around at the same pictures, same radio, same dusty bookshelf that has been here since your childhood, you quickly realized there was nothing visibly different. Nothing special.

When your mother led you inside, the tall man behind you followed, "Sit down, I was just making spaghetti for tonight!" Your mother spoke joyfully. You sat quietly, waiting for someone to make conversation so you wouldn't have to.

"So, I see you met Robert, don’t worry sweetheart he may look a little intimidating, but he's not all that bad, " your mom said as she gave a heartfelt giggle. You gave a small smile and turned to look at him, you didn’t get to observe his features until now, you swear he could feel your gaze burning in the back off his head because he shifted his head around and made eye contact with you. His icy blue eyes, and scruffy facial hair made you feel some sort of way, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it..almost a little creeped out. Pulling you out of your train of thoughts was your mother, she gave a frustrated sigh, "Dammit! I forgot the pasta sauce, I'll have to run down to the store... you two don't go anywhere, and I'll be right back".

You giggled and gave a quick ‘ok’ while she grabbed her purse and walked through the front door. After your mom left, it was extremely awkward when you just sat there silently while Robert seductively eyed you up and down.

"So, you go to college?"

Giving him a quick nod, you start to speak. "Yea, sports medicine...did you marry my mom?"

He chuckled and made his way over to the fridge to grab a beer, "Yeah, so I guess that makes me your daddy, right?" He said as he took a swing of the bitter liquid. Feeling your cheeks go red, you gave an awkward laugh.

“Um, yeah I guess so, if that’s the way you think of it.” Robert cracked his beer open, and walked over to the seat beside you to sit down. Fiddling with your fingers nervously, trying to come up with a question or some kind of excuse to make this situation less awkward.

Robert reached over, and tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ear softly, “Do I make you nervous angel?” You gave a embarrassed smile, and attempted to make some space between him and you, because for some reason it felt like he was to close to you. To comfortable for just meeting you the first time.

“Not at all, why would you say that?” He then managed to get closer to you right after you said that, giving you a unsatisfied hum, he grabbed your chin softly while making you look at him, “Because you are. You don’t need to lie to your daddy angel” After he said that you pushed his hand off your face with a wide eyed look while getting up out of your seat, “Are you fucking crazy? I’m going to tell my mom.” He laughed getting up and striding over to you, never until now have you realized how much bigger he was then you, probably a lot stronger also.

Pushing you up against the kitchen wall, he grabbed your face roughly. “Your mother would never believe you, and even if she did it’s either you or me. After that little disagreement you two had about not settling down and getting a husband, not to mention you also not wanting to stay in this shit hole of a town made your mother really upset. I’ve stayed with that hag for four years, and you wouldn’t wanna ruin your relationship with her even more would you angel?”

That was your breaking point. You broke out in sobs while burying your face in Roberts shirt, “Aw, angel face..daddy didn’t mean to make you cry, let me see that pretty face sweetheart.” You looked up at him with defeat, “what do you want from me..” Robert smiled and wiped the falling tears from your cheeks, “right now I want you to be my good girl, and to look me in my eyes when I fuck you with my fat cock. I want you to beg for daddy’s dick angel.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, “no..”

All the somewhat warmth and softness that might’ve been in him disappeared at that moment, “So you want your mother to think your a whore and tried to force yourself on me? Hm?” You froze, thinking of all the things your mother has done for you, and then her going to think for a minute you tried to have sex with this man. Robert exhaled while putting his head on your forehead, “How about I give you twenty spanks for being a brat, and another ten because you’re not being a good girl, then we can start over and you can actually start being my good girl. How bout it angel?”

You looked at him angrily, “NO.” Robert raised his hand, giving you a warning smack on your cheek. “If you say no again you’ll be choking on my dick to.” There was a pregnant pause in the air for a moment before he spoke again, “if your mother gets home before we get started, it will be much much worse tonight.” With that you sighed and gave a quiet ‘alright’.

Kissing your forehead softly before following with a ‘good girl’. Pulling you in the living room, and sitting on the couch before tugging you over his lap.

Pulling your pants down, leaving you in your panties for a moment, “so pretty angel, you wear these panties for anyone else, hm?” Giving him a soft ‘no’ he gave a satisfied hum, tugging your panties down your ankles, and giving your ass a teasing smack. “Count.”

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Smack after smack went down painfully on your ass, at this point you were sobbing while counting, “twenty-five..” you just wanted it to be over, “twenty-seven..” your ass is bright red and hurts like shit, “your doing so good for daddy angel, just three more.” You gave him a whine, “twenty-nine..” you think the last one hurt the most because somehow you started crying even harder, “t-thirty…” Robert rubbed your ass soothingly, and put you on his lap. All you could do was hug him, and being in such a vulnerable state, you didn’t really care that you were clinging onto him with such urgency, “Aw, daddy’s sorry angel but you had to learn one way or another didn’t you sweet pea?” All you did was whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you can’t describe it, but he smelled good, “daddy..”

Robert smiled finally getting you wrapped around his finger, “did you learn your lesson?” With a burning red ass and no more fight in your body all you could do was nod your head yes.

Robert leaned down to grab your pants, accepting your answer as it is, “we need to get you cleaned up angel, we don’t need your mom finding you in such a humiliating mess honey..would hate to explain this to her wouldn’t you?” Nodding your head, and letting him wrap his arms around you. Maybe this isn’t to bad.

A/n: This isn’t usually like any of my other fic’s but I enjoyed writing it. I know it’s been a minute but I’m trying to go through my drafts at the moment!

#x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans headcanon #robert pronge x you #robert pronge x reader #Robert pronge #the iceman #Mr Freezy x reader #dark fic #dark Robert pronge x reader #chris evans drabble #chris evans character masterlist #chris evans character x reader #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans characters

[missgrimes]

001 - fuck montrose

Soho — 03:45 A.M ( Catherine Steel )

The devil isn't always a little red man with horns, a long pointed tail, sometimes he can be handsome. And Rhys Montrose was the most beautiful demon Catherine had ever seen.

Blue-eyed, stocky, almost territorial in posture, and showered with all the English class, Montrose wore his elegance in a different way than London's rich men, who paraded around covered in gold and diamonds, showing off their fat wallets at Soho parties. . He had a fat wallet, but he didn't show it off. Rhys carried his bullion in an old, battered bag.

"My God, it's Montrose!" - Jess said giving me an elbow, which made me drop my drink.

“What the fuck. Why did it?"

"You did not see? Rhys is right there"

Jess's eyes almost popped out of their sockets they were so wide. She gave him that psychopath smile, teeth clenched, and waved at him. That Rhys Montrose grinned and waved back briefly as he walked down the club stairs. Down the stairs, on the last step, a small group of people gathered and pulled out their cell phones, pointing at Rhys, who just gave them a restrained smile, no teeth showing.

I didn't live in a cave, it was obvious I already knew who Rhys Montrose was. He became one of hundreds of celebrities with a bad history behind stardom who were "unassumingly" paraphrased in a few paragraphs in a booklet with an iconic cover that happened to be at the top of the Times for enough weeks to be placed on one of those lists. "Books You Must Read Before You Die" on the Internet. Yeah, I knew him, as did everyone else in that club.

“He's literally the hottest man I've ever seen in my life."

"Close your mouth before drool falls into your drink."

I laughed and Jess elbowed me again.

"He is...

" Incredible? Wonderful? Intelligent..."

"Married. I interrupted."

"In divorce proceedings, according to the Daily Mail.'

I rolled my eyes. Jesse really had a thing for married men.

She went on and on about how hot Rhys was but I was too tired to listen so I left her with a group of girls who were also talking about Rhys and walked off with my drink in the opposite direction of the fuss and whispers.

Leaving the Montrose fan club behind, I started looking at how the rich worked, and boy was it bizarre. The world of high society was more complex than I imagined. Moving between the millionaire groups I heard conversations about bitcoins, shares in the stock exchange, I took a few more steps and soon I heard about a sexual abuse case that was covered up by a supreme court judge last week, more steps forward and I heard about how the Europe was stupid to free the slaves and behead their Kings, after all, in the world there are only two types of people:

The hunt.

And the hunter.

My drunken walk took me to a secluded spot in the club. A place where loud music was nothing more than an annoying noise muffled by the walls. A kind of room, which I didn't hesitate to enter, with a spacious bed that I also didn't hesitate to throw myself on. The sensation of zigzagging between the limit of sobriety and the unconscious attracted me in a unique way, I liked the feeling of walking on a rope, where one wrong step could be fatal.

Even drunk I was acutely aware that I shouldn't be there, and the fact that I was taking off my dress and heels and rolling around in an overly comfortable bed was going to get me into trouble soon, but I just didn't care. I took a step in the opposite direction of sobriety that night.

Damn it. It was the first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes.

I got up from the bed more slowly than I would have liked, the icy wind coming from the balcony reminded me that I was still wearing my bra and panties, I snorted loudly when I touched the plush carpet in the room, I took a deep breath before I got up to get up , but my stay on two legs was brief, as I landed in a sitting position. in bed again. It was obvious that my stupid brain was still too drunk to do the simple task of keeping me on my feet. I huffed again and after the third try I just gave in to gravity and slammed my bare back into the mattress.

“You made the list of things not to do when you're drunk. Congratulations. "

I looked in the direction of the voice and there it was; Rhys Montrose, sitting in the armchair in the darkest corner of the room. Legs crossed as he slowly swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“You found my secret hiding place." He smiled.

“What are you doing here?”

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

I swallowed hard. Sober or not, I was going to get out of there as soon as possible. I gathered all my strength and got to my feet. I gripped the headboard as hard as I could and grabbed my dress off the floor and put it on, grabbed the silver heels and staggered to the door. But it was clear that my knees were still sleeping and forgetting to support me.

Rhys chuckled as he landed on the floor, not caring if I was listening or not.

" What's the fun"

"Other than your dress being backwards and you being so drunk you couldn't stand up?"

“Fuck off. I don't know what you think is going to happen here, but you're wrong."

"Do you know what's going to happen here?" He set his glass on the side table and leaned forward, clasping his hands together. The thick gold ring that rested on her thumb gleamed in the moonlight. “You'll try to get up, take half a step, and fall again. Get hurt and somehow it will end up on the front page of the Daily Mail tomorrow, with my name next to the word attacked.

" What do you want?"

"To help you"

“I don't need your help. And once again, nothing will happen here-"

“If I wanted to do something to you, young lady, I would have done it in the last three hours you've spent passed out and drooling on my bed."

“Fuck you, Montrose."

I leaned against one of the bookshelves and managed to get up.

Panting and unnecessarily sweaty, but on her feet.

I sucked in as much air as my lungs could hold and took the first step, onto my back, looking directly at Rhys. With one step after another I approached the door. I leaned on the handle when I thought I was going to fall, but on impact it broke, but somehow I caught on to the coat rack and I didn't actually fall before Rhys, who jumped up from his chair, came closer. .

With some difficulty I managed to get the door open and glanced at Montrose's stout figure before walking away.

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[faintingheroine]

Heathcliff and Cathy both are at points envious of Lintons’ blonde and blue-eyed looks:

“Heathcliff’s face brightened a moment; then it was overcast afresh, and he sighed.

‘But, Nelly, if I knocked him down twenty times, that wouldn’t make him less handsome or me more so. I wish I had light hair and a fair skin, and was dressed and behaved as well, and had a chance of being as rich as he will be!’” (…)

“‘In other words, I must wish for Edgar Linton’s great blue eyes and even forehead,’ he replied. ‘I do—and that won’t help me to them.’”

(Chapter 7)

“‘I’m not envious: I never feel hurt at the brightness of Isabella’s yellow hair and the whiteness of her skin, at her dainty elegance, and the fondness all the family exhibit for her.”

(Chapter 10)

In his revenge, Heathcliff turns these traits into something to hate, something to regret having:

“You’d hear of odd things if I lived alone with that mawkish, waxen face: the most ordinary would be painting on its white the colours of the rainbow, and turning the blue eyes black, every day or two: they detestably resemble Linton’s.’

‘Delectably!’ observed Catherine. ‘They are dove’s eyes—angel’s!’

‘She’s her brother’s heir, is she not?’ he asked, after a brief silence.”

(Chapter 10)

“‘And what is my father like?’ he asked. ‘Is he as young and handsome as uncle?’

‘He’s as young,’ said I; ‘but he has black hair and eyes, and looks sterner; and he is taller and bigger altogether. He’ll not seem to you so gentle and kind at first, perhaps, because it is not his way: still, mind you, be frank and cordial with him; and naturally he’ll be fonder of you than any uncle, for you are his own.’

‘Black hair and eyes!’ mused Linton. ‘I can’t fancy him. Then I am not like him, am I?’

‘Not much,’ I answered: not a morsel, I thought, surveying with regret the white complexion and slim frame of my companion, and his large languid eyes”. (…)

“Heathcliff, having stared his son into an ague of confusion, uttered a scornful laugh.

‘God! what a beauty! what a lovely, charming thing!’ he exclaimed. ‘Hav’n’t they reared it on snails and sour milk, Nelly? Oh, damn my soul! but that’s worse than I expected—and the devil knows I was not sanguine!’” (…)

“‘Tut, tut!’ said Heathcliff, stretching out a hand and dragging him roughly between his knees, and then holding up his head by the chin. ‘None of that nonsense! We’re not going to hurt thee, Linton—isn’t that thy name? Thou art thy mother’s child, entirely! Where is my share in thee, puling chicken?’

He took off the boy’s cap and pushed back his thick flaxen curls, felt his slender arms and his small fingers; during which examination Linton ceased crying, and lifted his great blue eyes to inspect the inspector.

‘Do you know me?’ asked Heathcliff, having satisfied himself that the limbs were all equally frail and feeble.

‘No,’ said Linton, with a gaze of vacant fear.

‘You’ve heard of me, I daresay?’

‘No,’ he replied again.

‘No! What a shame of your mother, never to waken your filial regard for me! You are my son, then, I’ll tell you; and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort of father you possessed. Now, don’t wince, and colour up! Though it is something to see you have not white blood.”

(Chapter 20)

Heathcliff’s words about his future wife and his son are of course abusive and horrifying, but he is flipping the script regarding the desirability of these physical traits.

#wuthering heights #heathcliff #hair color #appearance #isabella linton #linton heathcliff

[ultimateoptimus]

Frogman Fubblegum Real Adventures of Jonny Quest: Besieged In Paradise HallOOOween Cosplay

Happy HallOOOween 2023, ladyfreaks and gentlemutants, boils and ghouls, chill-dren of all aeons!

This spookiest, ookiest, creepiest, crawliest, scary of nights, Frogboy Finn Mertens and Froggirl Princess Bubblegum suit and gear up and dive into the deep, dark, inky, glow-in-the-dark waters of the underwater world in Halloween night in their new replica full longsleeve wetsuits and dive fins, hardshell backpack air tank, dive jacket and double hose regulator facemask rig scuba gear of the two Heroes of Ooo's Junior Diver Halloween Cosplay with Finn as Jonny Quest and Princess Bubblegum as Jessie Bannon from 1996's The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest in the episode Besieged In Paradise. 

And if you think our heroes' cosplay are mere Halloween costumes, fellow fiends, better think again: Finny Quest's and Princess Jessiegum's wetsuits and scuba gear are fully-functional and faithful-to-the-last-atomauthentic replicas of the real deal as featured in that episode, directly ready for underwater and trick-or-treatin' action!

And considering Jonny Quest and Finn Mertens are both handsome blond blue-eyed devils of Boys of Adventure of Cartoon Network, the cosplay wetsuit and scuba gear is a perfect fit for the Mertens boy.

Credit Where It's Due:

Adventure Time Finn and Princess Bubblegum Bases by SelenaEde

The Real Adventures of Jonny Quest by Hanna-Barbera Cartoons and Cartoon Network

@aae-demon-zone333

@creepie-treattricker

@fubblegummers

@fubblegumappreciation

#adventure time #frogman fubblegum au #scuba #scuba boy #scuba girl #frogman fubblegum #junior diver #scuba diver #finn mertens #princess bonnibel bubblegum #fubblegum #finn x princess bubblegum #the real adventures of jonny quest #jonny quest #jessie bannon #cosplay #scuba cosplay #wetsuit #longsleeve wetsuit #full wetsuit #hardshell backpack #hardshell air tank #air tank #scuba rig #buoyancy compensator dive vest #dive vest #dive fins #dive mask #double hose regulator #double hose regulator facemask

[illiana-mystery]

Gavner Purl, Cirque de Freak: The Vampire’s Assistant (2009)

#he came he saw he conquered #this was his one scene #and although i wish he had another #my goodness did he make his one count #he was just chewing up the scenery #and i was here for it #also i love his look #i did not expect it #but i like it #i think he might get a fic soon #gavner purl #cirque de freak #handsome blue eyed devil #willem dafoe

[bearnakedbaker]

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

#josh eddy #handsome redhead #ginger man #stunning redhead #scruffy #eddiethefit #ginger #red head dude #hot hunky redhead #blue eyed redhead #cowboy #handsome devil

[daddyhausen]

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fighting willow’s strength was practically impossible, for she had managed to drag you from your bedroom, down the hall and out the front door within a matter of seconds, with little to no objection from you…not that you had much of a choice in the matter.

the warm summer sun beating against your skin with a blistering heat, rays of light practically blinding your eyes, sensitive to the change of light. once they adjusted, after a few rapid blinks or so, you caught a glimpse of the beautiful mare prancing openly in the fields, her gorgeous dapple grey coat shimmering under the midday sun, with an almost blue-grey hue.

“looks like she finally had that foal” willow mentioned, momentarily distracted by the foal following behind her closely, barely leaving its mother’s side. the ranch looked especially dishevelled this day, the heat already getting to the few farmers in the fields, fanning themselves off with their hats while the other had retreated back to their quarters to cool of for a few moments, even the animals mimicked their human counterparts, the horses especially taking shelter underneath the gigantic oak tree near the far left of the pasture, those of which who had to retired back into the stable already.

“anyway, i wonder where that handsome devil is?” willow quickly returned herself back to reality, eyes scanning cautiously for this new stable hand.

“willow, i don’t think this is such a good idea-“

“there’s no harm in introducing yourself my dear, y/n” her infectious smile matched the same radiating warmth of the sun. god she could be so persuasive even without saying a word. she still held a death grip on your wrist, dragging you off the porch, almost falling flat on your face in the process as you attempted to make your way down the stairs due to willow’s brute yet unintentional force

“bet he’s in the stables” willow commented, more to herself than to you. a determined look graced her usually soft and innocent features, pouty lips furrowed slightly hellbent on your introduction to the unknown stablehand.

“if i embarrass myself i am going to kill you” you whisper-yelled as the two of you approached the stables, silently praying to god that he was not inside.

“y/n if that happens, which i highly doubt, i give you my permission” her response quick and sarcastic, her curls bouncing slightly with them quirky movements of her head

your body felt weak, chest felt heavy and riddled with an anxiety that was definitely not commonplace. you eyed willow suspiciously, her hand lightly pushing the heavy barn-like door open slightly. she’s leaked through the crack offering you a silent thumbs up mere seconds after confirming her suspicions. the two of you tip-toed inside, hoping the slight creak of the door did not alert him of your presence.

“he’s around the corner, take a look”

“are your crazy?! don’t you think this is a bit creepy?!-“

willow clasped a hand across your mouth hastily, quickly peering around the corner, noticing that he was still enamoured with the horses

“just be quiet and take a look”

you rolled your eyes exaggeratedly, perking slightly past the corner, freezing when you first caught a glimpse of him. your mouth ran dry, throat hoarse and empty of words. willow was right, he was indeed be

handsome, his hair long, golden curls tied back into a loose bun, trimmed beard matching the same golden hue, body soft, yet shapely and firm, perfect for cuddling-

you shook your head at that last part of your thought, trying to rid it from your memory.

his attire was neat, yet slightly smudged with dirt and hay, a pale blue button down, the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, a simple pair of dark washed denim jeans and brown cowboy boots hidden underneath. you caught yourself staring, not able to bring yourself to look away, simply watching on in awe, blinking absentmindedly as he tended to the horses.

his eyes twitched in your direction slightly, seemingly having caught you in his peripherals. you squeaked in embarrassment, quickly taking your place behind the stable wall, willow show you a questioning look

“what happened-“

“he saw me-“ you whisper yelled

“what-?!” willow remarked, a sliver of a smile forming across her petal-shaped lips

“he saw me!-“ you repeated immediately clasping your hand across you mouth upon realising how loud you were

“is anyone there?” his voice echoed around the stables, the slight southern drawl made your heart flutter despite your shock and horror. you could barely catch a glimpse of him scanning the stable through the small cracks in the wood, willow already, albeit silently, urging your to introduce yourself

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[eatmekaneki]

Paradise Fallen~

Chapter 2- ‘The Story’

Series Summary: God is dead and so is the Devil. Only the angels and demons on earth are here to help us now.

You find yourself mixed in a battle between forces of good and evil when you witness a crime on a dark road at night and get moved into witness protection.

The criminal is baited into finding you so he can be pulled out of hiding. You start to have your heart and body pulled back and forth between this blue eyed angel and the fanged fiend who sneaks into your bed at night.

In this chapter Gojo explains a bit more what’s going on and who he really is…

Warnings/Tags(*for entire series): Graphic Violence, Smut, Angels and Demons au, Vampire!Getou, Angel!Gojo, Angel!Nanami, Demon!Toji, Fallen Angel!Choso, FMM threesomes, Poly relationships, dubcon, knifeplay, gun play,

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It took a few more days for the hospital to say that you were healthy enough to be released.

Gojo visited you daily and when he wasn’t there, at least 4 police officers were hanging around the hospital area with one right outside of your room.

You and Gojo didn’t talk any more about the strange events. He let you heal and take your mind off of things. Probably knowing there wasn’t more to get out of you.

Though, that did make you wonder why he kept showing up to see you.

If he didn’t have more he needed to know, what good were you to a detective? He could just pass you off to whoever that guardian he wanted looking after you was and keep looking for clues on his case.

But here he was playing card games with you cross legged on your hospital bed every day.

You had to admit, if he wasn’t on the clock when he was showing up, you’d have started to think it was because he liked you.

He would flash you the most beautiful grins when he’d win every game and make teasing jokes that could’ve almost passed for flirting.

You couldn’t help but notice though, you weren’t the only one getting flustered by him. It seemed everyone he met, man and woman felt like they were falling in love. That was enough to ground you. You told yourself that was proof that you weren’t special, and there was probably some other reason Gojo kept coming to see you.

But today you were leaving, finally.

You had been told that you’d be taken into witness protection for your own safety. The ‘guardian’ that Gojo had referred to, was a hired guard that you would be going to live with in a safe house for the time being.

You didn’t have any pets, or family, and you were told you’d be covered financially with a debit card that would be reloaded regularly.

It wasn’t going to be much, and the place was a shitty 2 bedroom place in a different shitty part of town. But, maybe, you considered the thought…it might actually somehow be less shitty than where you’d been.

You hated to feel relief for this situation considering the circumstances of it. But…you couldn’t deny a part of you that felt happy?

You had just wiped your slate clean in a single moment. Your boring lonely life had gone from nothing, to moving in with some stranger in a new part of town…and you felt glad for it.

Gojo walked you out to a black luxury car where a tall blonde man was leant back against the door. He had his muscular arms crossed and a frown on his face.

“You’re late Gojo.” He kept his frown. The tall handsome man looked you up and down, not addressing you, simply taking you in for a moment before returning his gaze to Gojo.

“Ah Nanami.” Gojo sang at him. “I had to get ready for you.” He ran his fingers up the other man’s bicep. At that he uncrossed his arms and made a scoffing noise at Gojo.

“Sexual harassment.” He whispered.

“What was that?” Gojo yelled out with a smirk, already getting into the back seat of the car and closing the door.

You were standing outside of the sleek black car alone with the tall blonde man named Nanami. This was who would be guarding over you for however long it takes them to catch that fanged killer.

This man was a lot different than Gojo, he wasn’t a detective or a cop, but he seemed way more like one that Gojo did. He radiated authority and power in a way that already started to make you feel weak in the knees just from the way he kept looking you up and down.

“Well…get in then.” He muttered. He turned and opened his own drivers door and swiftly got inside.

“We’re having your stuff brought over to the new place! We’re all set to go!” Gojo had swung the passenger door open and slid over patting the seat next to him.

Nanami scoffed again when you got in.

“What am I, your chauffeur?” He grumbled.

“Sure,” Gojo grinned. “Namani will do whatever I tell him to” Gojo spoke to you then, but narrowed his eyes on Nanami in a way that surprised you, a way that almost… Scared you?

“won't you?” He spoke sickly sweet at Nanami.

“Yes.” He replied through gritted teeth.

“Wh-“ you started to ask why. What the deal between the two of them was. Or why he felt the need to be so hot and cold to the man you were supposed to be trusting with your life now.

But before you could even get out a word, Gojo was speaking again.

“So now that we are out of the hospital I can finally tell you the truth.” He spoke very seriously.

His legs were spread relaxed in the spacious backseat of the car. His hands crossed in his lap and he had his thumbs twirling mindlessly as he spoke, staring down at them.

“You sure that’s a good idea…” Nanami spoke from the front seat.

“Focus on driving Guardian.” Gojo snapped commandingly. Yes…maybe you were starting to get a little scared of him.

This wasn’t the same Gojo flirting with nurses and playing cards with you.

Even his jaw seemed more angular and rigid, as if he held himself tender and tighter in. He was a wind up toy wound up too tightly and waiting to be let loose. Despite it all, he still looked so lovely.

“I think it’s time to get this over with. Because I’m going to need you to know what’s really going on for what comes next.” He sighed.

“Yeah…I’m always down for knowing what the fuck is happening.” You agreed. Obviously if he’s been keeping things from you, and you were given no choice but to be in this mess now, you wanted to know what to expect.

“Don’t like…get weird about it though.” He warned you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Okay…I won’t ‘get weird’ about it.” You nodded skeptically.

You were the one that told him the other day you thought a man had real fangs, so how much weirder could it get?

Gojo sighed, trying to figure out where to start. And settled on.

“Y/n. What do you think about god?”

“God?!” You chuckled. “I don’t think of him. That’s what.” You shrugged. “Is that what this is? Am I being saved?” You joked but suddenly did start to wonder if this was some weird cult thing now.

Gojo still looked entirely serious.

“Well, I suppose we all only think of him in memories now…” he muttered more to himself than you. He realigned himself and sat up a little straighter.

He then took your hand in his without asking suddenly. His hand was cold and bony, but soft and strong feeling. He started to mindlessly play with your fingers and trace circles on the back of your hand as he spoke next.

You werent sure why but you let him do this.

“So god was around…he used to be. But he was killed…” his voice caught on that.

“You see. We’d finally done it. We had the big battle. Even found a way to take down the Devil without ending the world and had minor human casualties considering the apocalypse prophecies…we’d beaten fate! But we didn’t expect after the Devil died that his demons and fiends would all still retaliate. Only a short time later and they’d found a way to kill our master. He’s been dead for a while and now we’re here picking up the pieces and trying to keep life going…”

This strange yarn he was weaving felt like something from fairy tales. But, there were tears ever so slightly forming in his eyes.

You noticed Nanami glaring back in the rear view mirror. His gaze had gotten even more harsh and stern. A human hearing this story wasn’t sitting right with him.

“We…?” You asked hesitantly, trying to piece together what he was saying.

“The angels.” He replied softly. “Like Nanami and I.”

“Angels…like from the Bible.” You muttered, trying to not ‘get weird about it’ but really wanting to.

“Yes. The very same.” He nodded, still clasping over your hand with his own. “Nanami is a lower level Angel. A Guardian. He’s your guardian Angel now actually.” Gojo smiled. “And I’m a cherub.” He spoke that proudly with a cocky smirk. “And currently the highest ranking Angel that exists.” He winked at her

“As far as we know.” Nanami added in.

“The rest of the Cherubs, Thrones and Seraphim fucked off when heaven was taken over.” Gojo snapped. “So if they’ve decided to leave earth for dead, I’m considering them dead.” The growl in his voice was almost feral.

And though you weren’t sure you believed a word he was saying, something about his powerful protection over earth made your heart warm. You really did feel like something powerful was watching over you now, a grand energy that hadn’t been here before.

Gojo’s fingers were now fully intertwined with yours and he was simply just holding your hand at this point.

You thought about saying something, but it seemed like such a strange time to have that be the thing you question, of all things happening in this car.

“So…angels…and demons…and no more god and the Devil.” You repeated what you heard so far.

Gojo chuckled. “She’s a wonder this one.” He teased. “But, yes…I know it’ll take a bit to sink in. But let me continue and I’ll tell you why this matters for you to know.”

You nodded at him, and he smiled one of his flirtatious smiles and squeezed your hand.

“So after taking over heaven and driving out the angels, some fled to earth to protect it, knowing it was next and some fled for good. Our strongest fled for good…” his eyes narrowed. “None of us in the highest ring had ever been to earth. They were cowards and when the master fell they ran to the corners of the universe, to who knows where. All except me…” you noticed his hand clasp yours even tighter.

“The demons did exactly what I’d warned the highest ring about, and they attacked earth next. They killed all of the angels of the Dominions on their way down. Next was the Powers -those who usually ruled over laws of good and evil in heaven and earth- they were kind of like our judges and court system. Nanami’s mother was one of the Powers” he nodded toward the driver who was still silent but white knuckling the wheel at his mention.

“Next” Gojo continued. “They killed the Principalities. The angels that had been divided up here on earth to rule over certain lands. Each country had one guiding it. But now…it’s lawless, chaos…there’s not enough of us to keep this world together.” He sighed. “It was already a tough job to begin with.”

“Especially when our master was so strict with the humans.” You heard Nanami mumble from the front seat.

“DON'T YOU DARE EVER SPEAK BADLY OF FATHER.” Gojo hissed out with a sharp voice coated in venom. Literal smoke poured from his mouth at that. You rubbed your eyes thinking you were seeing things.

But, you weren’t mistaken. Actual smoke was spilling from the pretty boy’s lips and falling in gray rings downward. His chest heaved quickly, worked up at the bad mention of the deceased god.

You realized your face was showing your fear as Gojo suddenly softened.

“Sorry.” He gave a sheepish look, “reflex. Us in the upper court tend to have a hair trigger for any bad mention of god. Especially when it comes to correcting those under us.” He spoke that last line to Nanami more sternly.

Nanami once again scoffed, this time accompanied with eye rolling.

“This is all…” you couldn’t find the words to describe it. “A lot?”

Gojo chuckled at that.

“It is a lot. And I haven’t gotten to why this matters to you yet, so I’m sure you’re still very confused as to why I’m even telling you.”

You nodded slowly.

“A lot of us angels have to blend in here on earth now and try and counteract the fact that demons and fiends have started to move from hell to earth, what they like to call Overworld.

They want to settle here instead, and make it an expansion of their home. Increasing hell’s land, and bringing it to earth.”

Nanami was now pulling off of a highway and down onto some smaller side streets. You noticed the GPS still reading 16 minutes to the destination.

“I work with anyone in the police force and government that have enough clearance to know about such things. a lot of the angels have been operating this way since what we call ‘The final fall.’ So, finally. Where you come in…” Gojo gave your hand another soft squeeze, this time you felt your stomach flip a bit. Was it because of just how powerful you were realizing the hand you were holding was?

“Our current biggest concern in the remaining angelic court is that there was talk of a bunch of fiends -low level thugs made up of creatures like vampires, incubi, banshee’s and pixie- bringing one of the Deadly Sins up from hell.”

He clenched his jaw tightly.

“None of the demons of the seven deadly sins had set foot on earth yet. Most of the angels would be able to tell if one of them had. The energy that high level demons give off is felt by any Angel.” He explained. “To finally get to my point…I think the man you saw was transporting one of the Deadly Sins. And we are going to use you as bait to bring him out.”

Your mouth hung open.

“I’m sorry WHAT.” You yelled instantly. Snapping your hand back from him. “I’m not bait. I won’t be bait.” Your mind started to spin, you wondered if you could survive jumping out of the car at this speed and glanced up to see you were almost to your destination.

“Y/n…y/n…! Please!” His voice soothed. “We aren’t going to let anything happen to you. I promise. That’s why Nanami is here.” He nodded to the man in the front. “Contrary to popular belief not everyone gets their own guardian Angel, so you should feel pretty special.” He smiled at Nanami. “He’s a pretty cute one too.” That flirtatious voice was back already.

Knowing now that he was a cherub made that all make much more sense.

#jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #gojo fanfic #nanami kento x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x you #nanami x you

[jungle-angel]

The House We Built: Part 7 (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Your best memory with Miles is made during one perfect, sweltering July day

You sweetly brushed aside a loose curl hanging against Miles’s forehead as he lay his head on the little dip between your breasts. He looked like an angel, a soft-hearted angel with a warrior’s stature whose well-muscled arms coiled around you in a warm and protective embrace. 

Miles sighed in his sleep, groaning and cursing under his breath as he awoke all groggy-eyed as the morning sun hit his face. “Good morning handsome,” you whispered, kissing the crown of his head. 

“Mornin (Y/n),” Miles mumbled, shifting his head so that it rested on your belly. 

“Why do you keep doing that?” you chuckled. 

Miles didn’t answer you as he purred against your skin. You two were pulled right from your reverie by a series of giggles erupting from the room across the hall, quickly tossing the covers aside and heading into Benny’s nursery. Already, he was jumping up and down on the new bed that Miles and Otis had made for him, his stuffed puppy in hand and an excited look in his eyes.

“Happy Birthday Benny!” you exclaimed excitedly, picking him up from his bed and kissing his soft little cheeks. 

Benny giggled as Miles tickled his sides and littered one cheek with kisses. “That’s right, little man is two today.” 

You were both amazed that Benny was already two and that the Fourth of July had come once again. Today meant both Benny’s birthday, days spent at the lake, cookouts and of course fireworks. 

“Are you gonna be ok tonight?” you asked nervously when the thought of the fireworks had crossed your mind. “You and your dad?” 

Miles smiled and pulled you in close. “Sweetheart,” he said. “You helped me through things I couldn’t imagine. My mother did the same for my father and my father did the same for me. It’s something I’ve learned to live with.” 

You smiled up at your husband as he pulled you and Benny close to him. It had taken Miles a while to get past some of the things he had seen in the service, but a little bit each day went a long way. 

Benny giggled and babbled as you slipped a little red, white and blue tie-dyed shirt you had made, over Benny’s head along with his little denim shorts. As soon as you were both ready, you and Miles headed up the path to the farmhouse where Kathy and Otis were ready and waiting on the front porch. 

“Jeez you’re two today, you little devil!” Otis laughed as he scooped Benny out of his son’s arms. 

“No I not,” Benny giggled.

“Yeah you are!” 

“No I not!” 

Miles sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing his father would be arguing for an hour with Benny. “Don’t think anything of it honey,” Kathy said with a grin. “At least your dad will be occupied for an hour.” 

“Don’t remind me, Momma,” Miles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

You and Miles were all too happy to spend the day with each other and his parents. The work was already done by the hands who didn’t have much of a reason to be out and about, leaving you to do whatever you wanted. The day was absolutely sweltering with the humidity but the lake cooled you all right off. Lunch hadn’t been much, only popsicles from the roadside stands at the farmers’ markets to keep cool in the oppressive summer heat. 

“Jeez (Y/n),” Miles remarked. “How many of those have you had?” 

“I have no idea,” you chuckled. 

Miles had been counting and it was your third lemon and lime flavored popsicle from the stand. The last two weeks you had been craving lemons and limes like they were the only food you had ever wanted. Miles cocked his eyebrow a little bit, mulling over the weird craving but hardly thinking anything of it. Yet he had a feeling that you knew something he didn’t. 

The day went on without any problems at all before the two of you went back to the house to celebrate Benny’s birthday. Otis threw a few steaks on the grill along with the freshly shucked corn while you, Kathy and Miles let Benny run wild in the grass, praying he didn’t get too close the pasture fence. You and Miles hadn’t failed either to take plenty of polaroids of Benny with chocolate cupcake crumbs, vanilla frosting and Fourth of July sprinkles all over his face. 

You and Miles had gone to the pasture fence to give his parents some time alone with their grandson. The sun had become nothing more than a red disk against the hazy sky, but the sight of the horses roaming free was something the two of you took in almost nightly. 

“So what’d you wanna talk to me about, Sweetheart?” he asked. 

“Well,” you said, moving a little closer to him. “I um.....I know you noticed but....you know how I’ve been eating alot of lemons and limes lately?” 

“Uh huh.” 

“And how you thought I had the stomach flu at the beginning of the month?” 

Miles nodded. 

You smiled uncontrollably, wanting so badly to tell him but also wanting to see his reaction. 

“(Y/n) out with it, what’s going on?” Miles asked you. “Are you sick?” 

“No.” 

“Then what is it?!” 

You leaned it as if to kiss him, your eyes fluttering shut and his as well, both of you barely an inch between you. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered before pressing a kiss to his lips. 

Miles suddenly broke away and went wide eyed, clamping a hand over his mouth. “You.....you’re pregnant?!” he blurted out. “Again?!” 

You smiled and nodded. 

Miles couldn’t control the smile that formed on his face or the tears that began to stream from his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the side of your head as he rocked from side to side. “Oh baby,” he croaked happily. “Baby I’m so happy. I can’t believe I’m gonna be a daddy again.” 

You laughed happily as you stroked the back of his neck and kissed his cheek. Miles sank down to one knee so that your stomach was at his eye level. He kissed the flatness of your stomach, his tears wetting the fabric of your summer dress. “I love you little one,” he whispered. “Your Momma and I can’t wait to meet you.....and your big brother too.” 

You ran your hands through Miles’s curls as he rested his head against the flat of your stomach, whispering to your little one about how excited he was to meet them. You couldn’t have imagined that just months ago, you and Miles were packing up to leave Lake Tahoe for Bozeman, putting all your spare change into a coffee can to make it all happen. The little house you had built together was now becoming your home....and home it would always be. 

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale

[archive-of-artprompts]

🌹👹 Beauty & Beast : Blindly send in two numbers, and I'll draw that beastly beauty or beautiful beast! 👹🌹

Send one from each list and I'll combine them into one character. Numbers are 1 - 40. (Tropes from tv tropes pt1🌹- pt2🌹 - pt3🌹 - pt4👹)

🌹Beauty Traits 🌹

Aloof and Dark-Haired : A tall, dark-haired beautiful person with an aloof demeanor.

Amazonian Beauty: A muscular woman who is attractive.

Angelic Beauty: Their beauty is literally heavenly.

Agent Peacock: They're not going to let this job get in the way of being stylish.

Beautiful Tears: Somehow, tears make this character cuter or more beautiful.

Big and Beautiful: They’re fat and fabulous

The Dandy: This character values looks and fashion.

English Rose: The English archetypical beauty; usually a fair-haired, fair-skinned character with a regal nature, delicate nature, and posh sophistication.

Everyone Loves Blondes: When blondes are seen as more beautiful than other hair colors.

Everything's Better with Sparkles: Sparkles make everything pretty.

Femme Fatale: Her looks could get away with murder (if not already).

Fluffy Fashion Feathers: Plumes and down on stylish clothes just look appealing.

Gold Makes Everything Shiny: Gold adds visual flair.

Hospital Hottie: Attractive medical personnel.

Hot God: Makes you get on your knees for several reasons.

Hot Librarian: Because good literacy is beautifying.

Hot Men at Work: people on the street should be catcalling them.

Hot Witch: A witch who is a bombshell rather than an ugly, old hag.

Hunk: A tall muscular man who is very handsome

Lascivious Beauty Mark: A facial beauty mark is used to characterize someone as flirtatious or seductive

Lovely Lesbian: This hot girl has the hots for other girls.

Long-Haired Pretty Boy: Long hair just makes this Pretty Boy look better.

Innocent Flower : A delicate character is associated with the beautiful and equally-delicate flower.

Love God/dess: Most mythic pantheons have at least one.

Mystical White Hair: White hair indicates magical powers, mysteriousness, and/or otherworldly origins.

Pretty in Mink: A luxury fur garment is meant to look good.

Pretty Prince/ss Powerhouse: Being pretty and of royalty doesn't mean they can't kick ass.

Princess Classic: The beautiful princess as the epitome of grace, poise, delicacy and beauty.

Raven Hair, Ivory Skin: Dark hair makes this pale person pretty/handsome.

Redheads Are Ravishing: Red hair is associated with attractiveness.

Rose-Haired Sweetie: A bright, optimistic, pink-haired character.

Shy Blue-Haired Girl: A Shrinking Violet with blue hair.

Silver Fox: An attractive older person with grey hair.

Southern Belle: The American South archetypical beauty; usually motherly, delicate, kind, and fiercely devoted to family and tradition.

Statuesque Stunner: A character is pretty and tall.

Sultry Bangs: The use of eye-covering bangs to denote sensuality or seductiveness.

Tall, Dark, and Handsome: The quintessential description of a character who is supposed to be attractive—tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed, and good-looking.

True Beauty Is on the Inside: What you find attractive about this person isn't their looks.

Unkempt Beauty: You don't need to have a beauty regimen to look nice.

What Beautiful Eyes!: They never need to say "My eyes are up here."

👹Beast Traits👹

Amphibian at Large: Giant (bigger than average) frogs and other amphibians

Angelic Abomination: Angels which look extremely bizarre

Bat People: Humanoids with bat traits.

Big Creepy-Crawlies: Giant arthropods.

Bigfoot, Sasquatch, and Yeti: Various big, hairy ape-like creatures who live in seclusion.

Big Red Devil: The classic stereotypical demon that resembles a humanoid with red skin, horns, bat-like wings, goat-like legs, and a pointed tail.

Bird People: Avian humanoids.

Blob Monster: A living creature made of amorphous slime.

Body of Bodies: A monster compiled of a mass of bodies.

Botanical Abomination: An eldritch organism which appears to be an extremely bizarre and unnatural plant.

Cactus Person: An anthropomorphic cactus creature.

Cat Folk: Feline humanoids.

Chupacabra: A strange beast that is said to prey on goats and other livestock.

Classical Chimera: A monster made up of a lion, goat and snake.

Cthulhumanoid: A humanoid creature with squid-like features, reminiscent of Cthulhu.

Cyclops: A creature with only one eye.

Dem Bones: Living skeletons.

Digital Abomination: A virtual eldritch being originating from cyberspace.

Draconic Abomination: A dragon-like creature which looks very bizarre and otherworldly. 

Fauns and Satyrs: Humanoid creatures with goat-like legs.

Fish People: Aquatic humanoids with fishlike traits.

Flesh-Eating Zombie: Zombies usually crave the flesh of living humans (especially their brains).

Fox Folk: Humanoids with foxlike anatomy.

Frankenstein's Monster: A being made up of dead body parts sewn together, who has been brought to life through mad science.

Headless Horseman: A ghostly man without a head who rides a horse.

Humanoid Abomination: An eldritch being which superficially resembles or behaves like a human, or is at least vaguely human-shaped.

Living Lava: A creature made out of molten rock.

Lizard Folk: Humanoid reptiles.

Man-Eating Plant: A plant that eats people.

Martians: Space aliens from the planet Mars.

Medusa: Snake-haired women with a petrifying gaze.

Muck Monster: A living, moving mass of filth, poison and refuse.

Mushroom Man: Intelligent, humanoid fungi.

Nuclear Mutant: A monster created from exposure to radiation.

Our Minotaurs Are Different: A half-man half-bull creature.

Poltergeist: Ghosts that haunt inanimate objects and cause them to move on their own.

Rat Men: Humanoid rodents.

Spider People: Chimeric beings with the physical characteristics of both humanoids and spiders.

Swamp Monster: A monstrous creature that resides in a swamp.

Wolf Man: A wolf-like humanoid.

#art prompt #character prompt #art meme #art challenge #tv tropes #numbers prompt #monster prompt

[hannahhook7744]

Meet Prince Lucas Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the isle;

FC: Cameron Monaghan.

Fic Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook.

Nicknames: Luke, Lukie, Lukie Pie, lulu, Lu, Lukie Pookie, Luka, Red, The red diva, walkie talkie, motor mouth, brainless, pretty boy, the drunken toddler, Reflex, speedy, fast boy, Mr quick, chief, Gordon Ramsey wannabe, Cassanova, quickster, Quickstep, Sir flex-a-lot, Lukester, Sir falls-down-alot, doofus, Mr Moron, happy feet, tall boy, tall witch, Prince Red, Prince Handsome, Handsome devil, reheaded Ken doll, Narcissis reincarnated, freckles, Sir sleeps alot, Prince sleeps alot, Prince carrot top, Prince Speedy, Prince Quick, Hannh's twin, Hannah's annoying shadow, Sir flirts-a-lot, Prince Tremaine, The King of Broken Bones, King Tremaine, L.A.T.W, Turbo, elf boy, elf ears, and Sir Pain-a-lot.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Pronouns: He/him.

Birthday: December 2nd at 7:55 pm.

Height: 6"0.

Hair Color: Ruby Red.

Eye Color: Bottle green.

Place Of Birth: Isle of the Lost.

Hobbies: Racing, cooking, filming, riding his bike, drawing, listening to music, role playing, gaming, swimming, and reading comic books.

Likes: Playing the saxophone, playing the drums, fashion, drumming, Playing the piano, Playing the harmonica, playing hockey, sword fighting, shooting, cats, food, Gordon Ramsey, vintage stuff, making movies, horror movies, my bike, making comic books, making inappropriate jokes, jazz, and pranks.

Dislikes: Big dogs, needles, the dark, leprechauns, bees, his pointy ears, his three sliver teeth, his nose getting broken, his family taking his stuff, ignorance, people messing with his friends, bullies, being alone, people disrespecting women, and people messing with his cat.

Favorite musicians: Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, Nicki Minaj, the beastie Boys, Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, The Charmers, The Dragonslayer, etc.

Physical Quirks/Scars: Freckles, pointy elf-like ears, Three small needle point scars on each ear (from failed attempts at piercing them himself), Dog bite scars scattering his legs (fron a rabid dog that attacked him on the isle), a crooked nose (from all the times it's been broken), and three false teeth (from being punched several times).

Family: Hans Westergaard (father), Drizella Tremaine (mother), Anastasia Tremaine (maternal Aunt), Jacob Lathyn (Uncle), Lady Tremaine (Maternal grandmother), Cinderella (maternal step-aunt), Kit Charming (maternal Step-uncle), Chad and Chloe Charming (maternal step-cousins), Alana Olympian-Westergaard (paternal aunt), the stabbington cousins (paternal cousins), the stabbington brothers (paternal uncles), Lady Caine (paternal aunt), Madame Medusa (paternal aunt), Lars Westergaard La Bouf (paternal uncle), and Charlotte Westergaard La Bouf of the southern isles (paternal aunt). Ezra, Johannez, and Hannah/Carmine of Arendelle and Evie Queen (Paternal half siblings). Dorothy, Daphne, Debbie, Delanie, Dixie, Dotty, and Dizzy (full blooded siblings). And Anthony, Aaron, Amara, and Anya (Maternal cousins), etc.

Honorary Family: The Hook family, the Gothel siblings, Yong, Ulla, Quirin, Nuru, Hades' family, the Fitzherberts, and Hugo.

Friends: Audrey Rose and his crew mates.

Pets: Lightning (cat).

Love Inserest: Princess Darcy Morrigan Aoratos of the underworld and Andalasia.

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic.

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert.

Occupation: High-school student, Prince, and pirate first mate.

Extracurriculars: Hockey, track, cooking club, and drummer of the Misty eyed Knights.

Favorite Animal: Cats.

Favorite Color: Denim Blue, Red, and Pink.

Favorite Book: 'Freak the Mighty' by Rodman Philbrick.

Favorite Food: Hot Cheeto, Bean, Cheese, and Ground Beef Burrito.

Favorite Drink: Pink Lemonade.

Favorite Movie/TV Show: The Addams Family and The Flash.

Background: Once upon a time, Prince Hans Westergaard of the southern isles fell in love with Drizella Tremaine after a falling out and three kids with Elsa. 6 more kids later, Lucas "Luke" Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the southern isles was born on the isle of the lost. He was one of the first to known of Hannah Hook's existence and soon befriended her and Hades' kids. Soon becoming Hannah's first mate and 2nd in command. He's had a crush on Darcy for years and was smuggled to Auardon by Hannah during the events of d1.

~~~~Playlist~~~~

"Best Friend" by Conan Gray.

"Lil Red Riding Hood" by Bowling For Soup.

"Womanizer" by Britney Spears.

"Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship.

"22" by Taylor Swift.

"Celebrity" by Brad Paisley.

"Double Vision" by 3OH!3.

Inspired by @thecaptainsgingersnap and @theinnerworkingsofoc .

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #hannah hook verse #hannah hook au #the marvelous misadventures of hannah hook #the storm bringer crew #hannah hook's crew #luke tremaine westergaard #prince lucas tremaine westergaard #hans x drizella #hansella #hanzella? #prince tremaine #idk what their ship name is #disney #etc. #wicked world #the tremaine family #drizella tremaine #hans westergaard #hans westergaard x drizella tremaine #the westergaard family #the royal family of the southern isles #the stabbington brothers are hans brothers #the stabbington brothers #the stabbington brothers are runo and rudi #meet my ocs #disney descendants ocs #my descendants oc story

[aliypop]

A Little Friendly Advice

Word Count:

Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes,

Writers Note: This is my first time writing Alfie so I hope I did okay getting him down pack

Pairing: OC x Canon

( Eleanor Williams ) / Alfie Solomons (Platonically )

Plot: When Eleanor Williams decides to have tea with Alfie Solomons in Camden Town over a business proposal Alfie realizes she came for advice rather than business

Taglist:

@shelbydelrey

@runnning-outof-time

@herosneednotapply

"So you came to boast to me about raisin fuckin whiskey prices of me heh…" Alfie said, sipping Earl Grey tea from his cup, "It's not that I'm raising them-" "Don't give me the King's fuckin English, Nora. You know it pisses me off…" he responded as Eleanor sighed. She was always the one to be sent to Camden Town to talk to Alfie, yet for once, she didn't hate it, "I ain't raisin any fuckin prices of a ya Alf, just 'ear me out would you," batting her beady little hazel eyes, "Fine, but if I don't like it, pray that God does… You know I'm a religious man, so if God don't like it I-" "I just want you to raise the prices a little on The Shelby Limited accounts, is all." "First off, you fucking cut me off, so that was rude. Two, do you want Tommy Shelby, me best mate, to kill me," Alfie leaned in, that annoying gleam in his eyes that she hated so much from him, "Oh, you should get better friends…" she laughed, "And, no, I just want to kinda…" "Use your words, Williams…" "I just want to get him to trust me…" she mumbled as Alfie laughed, not at her but in disbelief, thinking that she could get a horse-like man like Tommy Shelby to trust her, "Lead 'em in with Cigarettes Whiskey then, dear," adding more sugar to his cup, "But whatever you do, don't trust em…" "That's what he said about you…" "And you didn't fuckin listen to 'im," "Why would I listen to the two-timing beautiful blue-eyed 'andsome devil of Small "eath who I'd give anything to be pushed up against a wall and kissed by-" "Bloody hell Eleanor if your skin wasn't already fuckin red, you'd be a freshly boiled lobster," Alfie said, nearly spitting out his tea, her tawny-colored skin blistering with the sensation of embarrassment, "I'm just trying to partner up with The Shelby Company…" she groaned as Alfie stared at her, "Either I'm going fuckin deaf, or I'm hearin you got a thing for Tommy?" "Me? 'ave a thin for Tommy Shelby, please." rolling her eyes as he took her tea cup from her, "Nora, God don't like liars, an besides, you can do so much better with any other bloke that ain't Thomas fuckin Shelby…" "But have you ever seen him…" she bit her lip, Alfie taking in the show before him, finding the situation humourous, "He's just so…" "Rotten?" "Seductive…" "Eh, he's a dog." "He's handsome." "Ever looked at Arthur. Now that's handsome…" "He's wise," "About fuckin horses…" "Alfie!" "Listen, Nora. I don't know what the hell it is you see in him, but A little friendly advice." "Yes,"

"Hope I'm not late, Solomons…" "Be careful…" he whispered as Eleanor looked up at Thomas. Alfie saw the sparks between them fly faster than a bomb during the war, "Ms. Williams…" "Mr. Shelby…" she walked towards him, "Still on for our meeting later?" "Of course…" he eyed her up and down as she walked out the door. Alfie was impressed. "I assume you two are gonna fuck." "How long did it take you to come up with that one, Alfie…" "Not long at all…" he laughed, "Not long at all…"

#tommy shelby xoc #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders #alfie solomons #eleanor williams #1920s #thomas shelby #fanfic drabble #peaky blinders drabble

[illiana-mystery]

Leonhard, you have my heart 💙

#i recently revisited this movie #and i still love it #i also showed this movie to my best friend #and she was gushing over the huskies like i was #for real #if you haven't seen this movie #go see it #it's really good #i highly recommend #leonhard seppala #togo (2019) #handsome blue eyed devil #willem dafoe