#if u do this i am dipping u low and kissing u so sweetly. on the lips

[karamazovanon]

i love how like half my activity feed on here is people going thru and spam liking all my posts in reverse chronological order, it makes me go :D every time i see it

#if u do this i am dipping u low and kissing u so sweetly. on the lips #its so nice seeing ppl like my art enough to go through All Of It #icb that one post is about to break 100 notes whadda hell. #ik some ppl still dont like spamliking even tho the activity isnt on your dash anymore but i personally love seeing it #ok thats it muah love yall have a good day #anontalks #AND THE TAGS!! i love reading yalls tags too

[absdoll]

AAHHHHGHH YOURE WRITING IS SOO GOOD AND CUTE AND HASKSKDBSKSLANS!!!!!! Do you think you could write sub!abby?? love youuuu💋

TYSM MY SWEET NONNIE ♡💕🩷 I LUV U MORE !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

₊˚⊹ cw : sub!abby , dom(?)!reader , face fucking (r!rec) , fingering (a!rec) , mommy kink , edging (a!rec) 🎀 i think that’s it ? hehe this is gross & i love it <333

“ohhhh, abs” you purr at your 5’10 girlfriend as she sits on her knees at your feet, looking up at you with pleading blue eyes. “you wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you bun? hmm?” you mock. abby whimpers when you grab a fist full of her hair, shoving her nose to your clothed pussy. abby inhales deeply, letting your sweet smell swim through her nostrils.

“please baby, please let me taste you.” abby whispers in a low pitched tone, her hands pinned behind her back.

you run your thumb across her pouted bottom lip, “please, i’ll make you feel so good, i promise.” she begs. abby lets out a long sigh, warm breath fogging over your wet panties. you smirk at her, “p-please, please let me show you how good i am.” abby’s voice cracks, her desperate pleads like music to your ears.

you give her a soft smile, granting her permission to begin nibbling at your clit.

abby moans as she sucks and slurps at your hole, “mm- y-you t-aste s’good mmommy ahh.” your hand gripping the back of abby’s neck, fucking her face. “shhh, use that tongue for licking, not talking angel.” you warn sweetly.

“fuck abs th-that feels sfucki- ahh!” you hiss when abby circles your pink pulsing nub, thick shiny cream coating her chin. “y-yeahuhhh right there!” you moan. the blonde keeps her lips glued to your clit, making you curse and gasp with every lick she gives you. abby’s hands still restricted behind her back, she uses her nose to take over for her tongue, the pink muscle now sucked into your tight hole. you continue to push her head deeper into your pussy. as you ride out your orgasm on her face, you can tell abby’s getting frustrated with the uncomfortable feeling brewing between her toned legs.

“what do you need, baby?” you coo at your girlfriend as she falls onto the bed.

you crawl on top of the buff blonde, pressing a kiss to her forehead. your hand travels down to the band of her boxers, slipping under. your fingers sticking to her folds as you kiss her neck. sighs of both relief and frustration come from her pink lips. your hand just resting on top of her clit, not moving a muscle.

abby’s hips are thrusting up into your hand, you still purposely ignoring her whines and whispers of, “please baby, i made you feel so good, please go faster.”

you begin rubbing slow, small circles on abby’s aching clit, occasionally letting a finger dip into her clenching hole, but only for a second. abby is groaning and flailing around on the bed, so fucking desperate. “more! p-please baby!”

“so pathetic abs, so weak and needy coming from such a big strong girl.” you tease. she lets out a sound of annoyance, huffing at your mean and condescending words. “oh? you don’t like that? you’re way meaner to me angel, remember last night? didn’t let me cum for over an hour.” abby’s eyes widen as she realizes what’s in store for her. “ohh poor baby.. you were making fun of me, remember?” you plunge your two fingers deep into abby’s distressed hole. “f-fuck!” abby cries out as your fingers hit her just right, she’s a whimpering mess.

you feel her gummy walls tighten around you, signaling she’s close. you’ve been in this position before, fucking abby blind with just the thrust of your fingers, her teetering on the edge, and right as she’s about to release all over your hand, you jolt your movements to a stop.

“aaa-ugghh! wh-“ abby’s eyes open to see you grinning down at her, her eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. “fuck you.” she seethes. you giggle at her frustration, picking up your pace again. you slide down to her puffed up clit, kitten licking as your fingers slowly pump in and out of your deprived girlfriend.

abby’s getting close again with every swipe of your tongue drawing figure eights on her swollen clit. her moans are muffled and distraught. “p-please let me cum mommy!” your fingers and tongue working faster to relieve your pent up girlfriend, “go ahead abigail, fill my mouth up.” the second you allow abby to cum, her white creamy juice filling your mouth instantly.

you fall on top of abby, who is trying to catch her breath. “you did so good.” you whisper sweetly in her ear.

a/n : i was struggling with writers block these past few days so i’m sorry if this isn’t the best <3 luv u all 💕💗🩷

☁️ @whore4abby @hersweetheart @enbesbians @abbystoy & @d3arapril (for u my subby!abby luvr) ☁️

#🧸 bee writes ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ #✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ ✉️ : reqs #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby anderson #abby x reader

[janghoefett]

Fire and Ice (Boba x F!Reader x Din)

Rating: Explicit (18+) Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader (established relationship), Din Djarin x F!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: voyeurism, unspecified age gap with both men, sexual exploration, sharing, unprotected sex, pullout, Boba’s throne, Din being a simp 4 u.

Summary: Boba let’s you take a ride on with Mando.

A/N: @escapedthesarlacc​ has a rly big brain and I consider her the patron saint of Boba thots. Her headcanons live in my head rent-free, and I definitely had them in mind here 💖

You never thought you would be in the middle of a situation like this. You never thought you were one to be shared by two men.

But Mando wanted to fuck you. And Boba wanted to watch.

Din Djarin was your ghost of another place and time. If the kid hadn’t occupied his attentions, if Boba Fett hadn’t possessed you so wholly… then perhaps there could have been something beautiful. But life is funny, is it not? There are many loves that could be ignited in the universe, and the one that had been chosen for you was Boba. Now all that remained between you and Din was a loving friendship and that fleeting spark.

Boba had been an unattached and uncaring young man, who had sown his oats thoroughly before even meeting you. As he grew older and as the Sarlacc branded him, his priorities changed; you were that reason, his excuse to become a new man.

But you were younger still, and Boba recognized that. You had a curiosity and a hunger that Boba adored, and you still had so much to see and do. Your pleasure was his pleasure. If the silver Mandalorian could satiate you and feed that hunger that he himself once had, then Boba was more than willing to allow it despite the way his heart pounded.

Boba was wildly possessive and protective, but with a gentle reminder of just how much he kept you satisfied… well, he could never say no when his girl asked so nicely. So he agreed to the encounter under his own terms, with only one hard-and-fast rule:

Din could not come inside of you.

The armored man sits leisurely on his throne just feet away from the rugs and pillows strewn about the floor.

Your touches with Din are experimental as he hovers over you. Immediately you are struck by how different the two bounty hunters feel; Din is scruffy with plenty of unkempt hair for your fingers to graze, from his jaw to his disheveled mane. His lips are soft and slow as they place tender kisses to your own and he has the fervor and the earnest quality of a younger man, despite his age.

It had not been your intention to make comparisons, but the contrast is stark. But that was the point, wasn’t it? To feel someone else, for Boba to share in that experience. The Mandalorian holds you close, taking his time with you, finding the things that make you tick. It feels like learning how to make love all over again.

You relax as Din’s large fingers work into you, letting him explore and stoke your arousal. Boba admires you from his throne, noting how soft your thighs look, the graceful curves of your legs, the dip in your lower back that makes your ass look so, so inviting. He loves the way you writhe on the Mandalorian’s fingers as you beg him for more.

Din keeps coming back to your lips. It’s a sweet gesture that you return with fervor; you wanted to drown his sorrows and to make him feel loved. After the kid left, Din was distant and hurting. Your company was his only comfort and a night to relieve his stress was just what the brooding Mandalorian needed.

You spit on Din’s throbbing cock — a quick and effective habit you had picked up from Boba — and lubricate his length for your own sake. You know exactly what you are doing to your audience and proceed to cock an eyebrow at Boba as you lay back for Din. Gently, he parts your legs, planting kisses up your neck, and lines himself up.

You cry out as Din pushes in; the sound goes straight to Boba’s cock. “Fuck, Din,” you sigh as the Mandalorian grunts above you, furrowing his brows at the tight grip. He curses in your ear, praising you sweetly, as you relax around him. Your arms settle around his back and your legs wrap around his.

Boba’s eyes are fixed on you, very much aware of how tight you would be. The intimacy of your embrace had not been surprising to him, he knew you craved contact. But he also knew everything about you — your mannerisms, your tells, your tastes — and there is something different about the way you react to Din when he starts to move.

Your eyes flutter shut, a beautiful expression of contentment, as you bring a hand up to the Mandalorian’s cheek. Your mouth is fixed in a soft smile until Djarin hits something different, when your mouth falls agape with a gasp, and your cries are soft and low while Din’s hips roll into yours steadily.

Boba wasn’t upset; watching you get fucked for him to see was igniting something deep inside of him. He feels pride knowing that the beautiful girl whimpering on the floor was his and his mind swirls with the filthiest sentiments.

Din feels so good for you, the way his lips seemed to be always working against your skin, the praises — praises that were almost too daring under the circumstances.

“You’re so, so good to me,” he groans. “Always have been.”

“Din,” you breathe, pulling him in for a kiss.

“That’s it… you can take it…”

Your eyes dart over to Boba as Din continues to sing your praises, biting your lip, taking every deep thrust.

It was clear the Mandalorian was enamored by you, but Boba could give a shit about anything to do with Din Djarin in this moment. He was obsessed with seeing you undone. Your small cries of ecstasy, the way your pretty eyes flicker over to make sure he is watching… Boba watches rock hard with a fire in his belly.

“Please…” you whine in search of friction. Din pulling out before you came seemed unfathomable, but you knew the Mandalorian wouldn’t let you down. His hand comes down to massage your clit.

The bounty hunter’s hips thrust faster. Your hands claw at his back, your head is thrown back. You make eye contact with Boba who shoots you a knowing glance.

You come quickly on the Mandalorian’s cock on a wave of pure ecstasy. It takes all of Din’s strength to refrain from letting you milk him over before you were done, but he keeps thrusting.

Boba is staring at your face, blissed out under the Mandalorian, until Din’s growing grunts of pleasure stir Boba from his trance.

“Easy, Djarin,” Boba growls.

“I know, Fett!” Din barks through gritted teeth.

Boba’s protective gaze makes you clench once again as you watch him through blurred vision. Din pulls out in spite of your inviting vice grip with a groan, spilling over the floor between your legs, pulling at your hair gently.

You feel lucky to have two men this careful with you, this loving, as you keep Din’s body close.

“How’re you, mesh’la? You okay?” Din asks in your ear.

You nod with an exhausted expression, grinning wide.

“Thank you, sweet girl,” he says, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Din,” you smile, brushing a fond hand along his cheek in appreciation. “Thank you.”

You were grateful for this moment of closure and trust, as was the Mandalorian. He leaves you with a lingering kiss.

Boba was ready to praise your performance, to tell you something filthy as always, but the way your wide eyes look up at him take the words out of his mouth. He wanted you back home with him now.

“Come here, little one,” he says, patting his thigh. “What am I going to do with you?”

You move to straddle Boba’s lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his warm neck. Boba sighs, holding you flush against him in silence with no intention of letting you go. You feel safe and small in your bounty hunter’s arms, lulled by his breathing.

“Did that feel good, cyar’ika?” he whispers in your ear, breaking the silence.

“Mmhm,” you hum into his neck. Boba’s hand runs up your back, resting the other on your ass. “Was that okay for you?” you ask, coming up to meet his eyes with slight worry.

“You can feel for yourself that it was, girl,” Boba growls with a smirk.

“You old stud,” you tease, giggling against his lips, as he gives your rear a firm smack. “Give me two minutes… and I’ll take care of it for you.”

#boba fett x reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #star wars #fan fiction #smut #boba fett x reader x din djarin #din djarin x boba fett x reader #boba fett x din djarin x reader #din djarin x reader x boba fett #the mandalorian fanfiction #mando x reader #no use of y/n #the mandalorian x reader #reader-insert #female reader

[floorbe]

OH MY GOD IT'S FINALLY TIME AKDJWJDJSJ I LOVE UR WRITING Maybe Y/N sits on Gundham's lap and maybe he pets her hair, but it's kinda awkard because they are both embarrassed and it gets even more awkward when Gundham gets a hard on and it's kinda nsfw from there.........😳😳😳 i need Jesus but i need this imagine more ❤️ so thank u uwuwuwuu

ahh thank u!!! sure thing!!! n*sw under the cut//

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“I-is this okay, my Queen?” Gundham murmurs in your ear, threading his fingers shakily through your hair. Facing towards him, settled on his lap, for once you’re glad that he can’t see your face, because the way it’s burning furiously tells you that your expression is probably sharing it’s flustered state. Nodding the best you can from where your chin sits on his shoulder, you murmur out a “yes”. 

He hums in response, and you can feel him relax a bit, leaning into you more as he brushes his fingers through your hair. You subconsciously let out a sigh at the gentle feeling, sliding your eyes shut as you briefly wonder if the reason his it feels so nice is because Gundham spends so much time with animals. It definitely feels more soothing than when anyone else pets your hair, so you can only assume so.

Your mind fogs over a bit more, thoughts leaving you as he brings up his other hand to stroke your hair, as well. You shiver at the soft tugs on your hair, letting out another sigh that borders on a whine. You don’t notice the way Gundham tenses, nor the way he clears his throat quietly before resuming his ministrations in your hair. 

You barely notice yourself letting out little noises of content, too wrapped up in the goosebumps raising across your scalp from his roaming fingers. What you do notice, however, is something rubbing slightly against you as you sink further into Gundham’s lap from relaxing. You hear Gundham let out a choked groan at the contact, fingers halting in your hair as he tenses further. 

“Gundham?” you mumble, mind still trying to clear itself, “Wha-?” It suddenly dawns on you what had just poked you, and you freeze, eyes snapping open as it feels like flames engulf your cheeks. “O-oh.” 

“I-I- p-please, forgive me, m-my dear,” Gundham sputters, untangling his fingers from your hair; he instead places them lightly on your hips, meaning to lift you off of his lap. 

“N-no, no, Gundham, it’s okay,” you insist, placing your hands over his own. You lift your chin from his shoulder, leaning back to shyly meet his gaze. He looks at you with surprise for a moment (did he think you were going to be mad or something?) before averting his gaze, flustered. Unable to move his hands with yours still covering them, he instead attempts to nudge his scarf up with his nose. 

You giggle quietly at the struggle, watching the fabric to slide off of the tip of his nose when he gets close. You lift your hands from holding his to cup his face, pressing your lips to his softly. He melts into you rather quickly, though the way he slides his arms around your waist is tentative. Despite this, he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, hands dipping slightly under your shirt as he grows bolder. 

You gently nip at his bottom lip, and he gladly opens his mouth to let your tongue swirl around his. He moans into your mouth as you roll your hips down into his. He pushes you down further onto his lap as he presses up against you, separating from your lips to hide in the crook of your neck. He places gentle kisses along your neck as you pant lightly, rutting against him. 

He pulls away to unwrap his scarf from around his neck, face flushed as his hips continue to stutter up into yours. His eyes are dazed as you pull your shirt over your head, reaching around your back to unclip your bra. He shrugs off his jacket, hastily tugging his shirt off. 

As soon as his hands are free they return to your hips, running along the curves of your body as he trails them up to your breasts. You arch into his warm hands as they cup your breasts, moaning quietly as he massages them. You feel the heat pooling inside of you grow, whining as you grind against his still clothed cock. 

He gasps, head tilting back before he runs his hands down back to your waist, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He gently lifts you off of him, heatedly murmuring, “M-my love, please.” You understand his intentions as he starts to unbuckle his belt, and you quickly stand from his lap to do the same. 

By the time you’ve rolled off your panties, Gundham is already tearing open the package of the condom, hastily rolling it onto his cock. He sighs at the contact, mouth opening ever so slightly as his eyes meet yours. You eagerly set yourself back onto his lap, hovering over him. His tip is barely brushing against you when he stops you, pausing as he looks up at you. “A-are you certain, my Queen?” he whispers, and his would-be-eyebrows furrow slightly. 

You don’t hesitate to connect your lips to his sweetly, cupping his face with your hands as you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs. “Of course I am, Gundham,” you murmur against his lips, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” he breathes out, forehead pressing against yours. And with that you slowly sink down onto him, whimpering as he fills you completely. He lets out a low groan, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him. You take a few moments to adjust to the newfound fullness, sighing shakily. 

You loop your arms around his neck as you lift yourself slightly, beginning to bounce yourself on his lap. His mouth falls open as he pants out your name, “O-oh, Y/N-!” He grips your hips to help himself thrust up to meet you, pushing his cock as deep as it can go with each snap of his hips. 

You whimper out his name, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as you feel a knot start to form in your abdomen. Gundham’s thrusts begin to stutter as your walls pulse around him, squeezing him as his eyes roll back. You pull back to press your lips sloppily against his, and he nearly whines into your mouth as he sees your heated expression, “Y-you’re so e-enchanting, my Qu-ueen...”

He moans loudly into your mouth as his thrusts grow erratic, nearing is peak as he nearly slams you down onto him. You throw your head back, legs beginning to tremble as he pounds up into you, and you feel the knot in your stomach tighten as he moans out your name. 

You finally hit your peak at a particularly rough thrust, stuttering out his name as you tighten around him. He lets out a choked moan as you send him over the edge, pulling you down onto him one last time as he rides out his orgasm with you. 

You relax against him as you come down from your high, panting heavily as you rest your chin on his shoulder. Gundham mimics you, placing his own chin on your shoulder as he settles down. You take a few moments to catch your breath before pulling back to gently lift yourself off of him. You move to lay down beside him as he slips the condom off of himself, rising to clean himself off. You follow in suit soon after, cleaning yourself in the bathroom. 

You return to find Gundham sitting on his bed in just his pants, a heavy blush on his face as you come out to greet him. Averting his gaze (though you catch him flicking it back every few seconds, as if you wouldn’t notice), he hands you a pair of his own boxers (you thought all of his were invisible, but that’s something to ponder another time).

You thank him, gratefully pulling them on as he lays back on the bed, waiting for you to join him. You roll onto the bed beside him, leaning up to give him a sweet kiss before snuggling into his chest. “I love you,” you murmur, and you grin when you feel him wrap one of arms around you.

“I-I love you, as well, my Queen.” 

#n*sw// #gundham tanaka x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa x reader #gundham tanaka #danganronpa #Anonymous

[apricusss]

when you are king. (zuko/fem!reader)

(i’ll post a zuko/gn! reader SOON i promise)

warnings: death, HEAVY ANGST, also slight mentions of blood

an (pls read): there is a song in this i recommend listening before u read its called "lavender's blue" and its a nursery rhyme. ALSO italics = flashbacks

summary: once he became for the firelord, zuko and (name) were going to spend the rest of their lives together. but it didn’t turn out the way it was meant to be.

word count: 1.3k

when you are king.

Life was a blur to (name) at this point. 

She couldn't process what was happening.The best way to describe it would be a big, blue flash.

A cry of pain.

The sight of her love of her laying there, crushed and defeated. 

(name)'s legs carrying her all the way across the grounds of the capital, and then collapsing next to her broken lover. 

She hadn't even managed to notice that Azula had slipped away to find Katara, leaving (name) there on the training ground. But she knew Katara could handle herself. Her main concern was Zuko.

To say the least, he looked like hell.

His limbs were trembling uncontrollably, and he looked like he was on the verge of losing consciousness. (name)'s heart nearly shattered when she saw the deep red wound in Zuko's chest.

“Zuko…” The words practically fell from her lips. “Zuko, talk to me. Say something.”

No matter how badly he wanted to, Zuko's condition prevented him from accepting her request. He laid there, like a fallen leaf from an autumn tree.

“Please, Zuko,” (name) was begging, pleading with him desperately. “Talk to me, say something to me! Anything! Anything so I know that you're still with me! Please!”

In response, Zuko's eyelids fluttered shut. 

The girl's voice broke, a sob escaping her lips soon after.

She hugged her sides, squeezing her eyelids tight so that salty tears flowed out of them. her entire body wracking and trembling as she hugged herself. She felt as if there was a cold hand gripping around her windpipe squeezing it so tight to the point that not an ounce of air was let in. Her soft sobbing turned into heartbroken wailing,  as her mind told her that the love of her life was gone.

The world around her was falling apart, and now she was too.

Suddenly, (name) felt fingertips brush her cheek ever so gently. She opened her eyes, looking down to see the Zuko's eyes were open, and he had his eyes locked on to hers.

“(name)?”

His voice was weak and raspy, and he had to put in a tremendous amount of effort to force out a few words.

“Don't cry” he stroked her cheekbone with his thumb, wiping away tears as they came falling down. “Please, please don't cry. It's going to be okay.”

(name) looked down at him in disbelief. She had faith that he was going to win the Agni Kai, but that faith was diminished a fraction of a second when (name) saw him lying battered and broken on the concrete.

“Don’t leave,” she choked out. “Please.”

 Zuko coughed, and managed to let out what (name) believed was a little chuckle.

“I can't,” his voice was getting weaker by the second. “It’s my destiny to become the new Fire Lord. I have to restore  honor to my nation. I have to help bring a new era of Peace into the world. But most importantly…

“I need to make you my queen.”

When (name) heard those words drawn from his lips, her mind took her back to earlier that summer.

The sun was starting to dip below the sky. The grass was green and lush, the two lovers had been lying there, leaning on a tree, talking for a while.

Zuko had (name) in his embrace, holding her closely. She had an arm wrapped around Zuko's waist, her head leaning on his shoulder. Their legs were intertwined, the soft grass tickling their bare feet.

It was like time had stood still.

The two had been silent for most of the time. They were just happy to be in each other's company.

(name)'s eyelids flickered open when she heard Zuko say,

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be the Fire Lord.”

(name) looked up at him and smiled brightly. “I know, love. I’m so excited for you.” 

Zuko didn’t return her smile, instead averting his eye and looking down at his legs.

“What’s wrong, Zuko?”

He took a minute to answer.

“What if… what if I’m not ready?”

“Zuko, honey,” she spoke sweetly, softly. “Your uncle said that the Fire Nation needed a ruler with unquestionable honor. And you can tell me about all the mistakes you’ve made, but you’ve come so far. And you did it all by yourself. And that is what I’m most proud of you for. You’ve achieved and accomplished so much, and I know you’ll accomplish so much more as the new Fire Lord.”

Zuko smiled warmly. “You’re too kind to me.”

(name) nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. “It’s only because you’re the best.”

Zuko looked away for a moment, as if he were deep in thought.

“One more thing..”

“What is it, love?”

(name) could feel his heart pounding.

“When I become Fire Lord… you’ll be there with me, right?”

“Of course darling. I wouldn’t miss your coronation for the world.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. What I mean is-”

All of a sudden the realization hit her.

“Zuko…” (name) felt tears forming in her eyes. Happy ones. “I know what you mean.”

“Oh…” Zuko pulled himself away from (name) so he could stare deep into her eyes. Gently, he cradled his hands in hers, caressing her knuckles.

“(name)… will you be my queen?”

(name) let the tears fall. Grabbing his face, she pulled him into a warm, passionate kiss, as if she were saying yes. She felt his arms wrap around her, in a way to tell her that she was his, and only his.

When the two broke away, (name) pulled him into a tight hug.

“Nothing would make me happier, Zuko.”

 Zuko had her on his lap, and was rocking her back and forth slowly.

“Well then… when I am king, you’ll be my queen.”

She could feel his pulse getting weaker by the second.

“Zuko…” (name)’s breathing was labored. She was panicking. “Zuko, stay with me. Stay with me, baby stay with me!”

“(name)…”

 God, he sounded awful. 

“Can you… can you do something for me?”

Her hand tightened around his when she heard him speak. She nodded. “Anything.”

“Can you-” he was cut off by a cough. (name) winced when she saw blood dripping from his mouth. Still, he managed to hold on.

He did it for her.

“Sing our song.”

(name) was in heaven.

The days that followed after Zuko's proposal were pure bliss.The others would often find her humming a playful tune, and dancing when she thought no one was watching. Everyone joked about how she was always on cloud nine.

She was marrying the love of her life.

How could she not be?

One morning, (name) was down by the stream, washing clothes in the cold, clear water. As she hung the clothes to let them dry, she sang to herself. Her voice was like a breath of spring: sweet, soft and breezy. As she hung the clothes, the words fell from her lips.

“Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly,

Lavender’s green,

When you are king, dilly dilly

I shall be queen…”

The grass tickled her bare feet as she twirled around freely.

Little did she know, Zuko was admiring from afar. He leaned against a tree and gazed at his girlfriend softly as she twirled about. 

She seemed so graceful and elegant.

It was like the sun had blessed her.

“I love to dance, dilly, dilly

I love to sing 

When I am queen dilly dilly

You shall be king…”

Zuko smiled sadly as he listened to her sing to him.

It might’ve been the last sound he’d ever hear.

“Who told me so, dilly, dilly

Who told me so?

I told myself dilly dilly

I told me so.”

(name) didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She could already feel him growing colder as time passed.

“Lavender's green, dilly, dilly

Lavender's blue

If you love me, dilly, dilly

I will love you”

His eyes began to close.

“Lavender’s blue… dilly, dilly

Lavender’s.... Green,”

(name)’s heart stopped as she heard Zuko’s low, broken voice finish the last lines of the song. 

“When I am king, dilly dilly

You shall be queen”

His hand fell from her cheek.

And that’s when (name) finally broke down, knowing that her king ceased to exist.

#atla #zuko #zuko x reader #zuko x fem!reader #zuko angst

[pxppinmolly-archived]

not anon bc u know me. you know me aleady. but I LOVE U I LOVE MOLLY literally i wouldnt love molly half as much as i do if it werent for you. but youve made her such a prominent character to me i lit think about her like i would the main characters ykwim? liike in MY personal rendition molly is the star and i am right. i think she deserves more girlfriends i think she should have a wife and be a wife <3 id write more but i feel rly incoherent JMKSMFS

* What Are The Vibes // Always Accepting

hehehcries and screamsand cries and cires and cries-

IM RLLY GLAD u think her as apart of the main cast like that is. always been my main goal of this blog to make. her feel included and like she’s involved and belongs !! and just make her. fit in. yk

she is my baby and my pride and joy so me saying ‘i think she should be a main character’ is lol well but u feed me always <33 teehee.

she does deserve more gfs. she deserves a wife. she rlly does. she deserves them all women have never treated her wrong </3 OASKDJF

i love u my scrunkly tully hehehehe i dip u low n kiss u oh so sweetly.

#Sugar Spun (Asks) #fizzarolli #Keepsakes (Save) #like tbh also yk talking w u bout molly w like arackniss and even fizz n shit also #rlly helped me develop her more w a lot of her thoughts n feelings n motivations #so i owe u a lot for that too ykykyk #like i said ur one of my top fave people here and im not ashamed or afraid to say it #i love n adore u and admire u a lot and i squish u tehhoh

[nishaapologist]

THE WORK OF WOLVES - MASTERPOST

The new Overboss, in Nisha's mind, is too young to be as monstrous as she is; she looks like some young lamb, her flesh soft and tender under the harsh edge of a blade, and Nisha doesn't expect her to survive the cruelty of their world, bathed in blood and steel as it is. Yet, when she slaughters Colter with all the skill of an abattoir butcher, and smiles as brightly as a machete's glint in the light, it's clear there's more behind those big dark eyes than anyone could ever come to expect.

By their fruits shall ye know them, and all that.

Even hundreds of years after the bombs turned back the clock on what-once-was America, people still often underestimate the ambitions of dark-eyed little girls with a taste for poor behaviour. Andrea Jiménez intends to prove she’s the worst of them all.

A Fallout 4/Nuka-World DLC series about raiders getting everything they ever wanted, and maybe a little bit more. Featuring Nisha/f!Overboss, he/him lesbians, and a whole damn amusement park of queer people. It's going to be a great summer season of 2287.

FICS (full length):

The Work of Wolves (ongoing)

FICS (short length):

Welcome to Flavourtown

Kinktober 2022

ART:

Rottweiler Bandogge (your local Pack dog breeder)

A Quadruplet of Rotts

Andrea Jiménez Concepts

Nisha Concepts

There They Go, Kidnapping Baby Molerats Again

I'm Something of an Asshole

Nisha, Local Menace

Andrea, Nisha, Mason (1920x1080 wallpapers)

With Arms Like Those, Who Needs Knives?

Itty Bitty Overboss

The Work of Wolves, Cover Art

Nisha's Fat T*ts

S U C C (i'm sorry i draw memes sometimes)

so true best tits :)

Andy

Got Me Confused

i got worms :(

Andy Andy Andy

The Kill and Grill

Bite Bite

Tierney

+3 Charisma Drip

Thonkin' (i'm still drawing memes my bad)

Scalpel

The Work of Wolves, Cover Art V2

heehoo pupper :3

Cut Here

Lamb, She-Wolf, Overboss, Warlord

Batch of Andys

Valentine's 2022

Nisha's Haircut

Andy's Hangout

Local Twink

Open Jacket

👀

Arf

Andy + Alejo

do you see this shit alejo

Sorry Girls

GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS

cover them up, slut

Nukacade

Stupid Boy

Gender Envy

Nisha, Local Menace V2

Graffiti

Who Would Win?

Fun With Knives

The Jiménez Twins (2078 AU)

Itty Bitty Nisha

Lame-Ass Boyfriend

Cigars

Off The Leash

Nisha, Growing Up

Playing With Dolls

Bestial Warmonger

Nuka-Express

MISC. STUFF:

The Work of Wolves tag

Cover art V1/V2

TESTIMONIALS:

"I love these little murder gremlins. Your characterization remains spot on. Great job murph ily"

"Reading this makes me regret short-changing the disciples at every turn. But it's really nice to see the Commonwealth's resident murder queen unrestricted loathing. This is superb."

"got a VERY strong opening on andy's hot girl summer here i think id like to dip her low and kiss her so sweetly in the moonlight"

"ha, gay."

"They're gonna kiss while just covered in blood aren't they?"

"you can't catch me kinky thoughts!!! I am too fast!!!"

"This? THIS? Is the shit I've been looking, PRAYING, for, and oh boy, have I found it. JOLY.GOOD.SHOW."

[you can help add more testimonials by commenting on AO3!]

NOTES:

The Sole Survivor, aka Nate/Nora, does NOT show up in this series in any meaningful capacity. Also, pretty much every character unless implied/mentioned otherwise is queer, and the vast majority of the Pack are nonbinary because they tripped over and spilled all the gender juice. Whoops.

Given the nature of this content and subject matter, there are standing content warnings for explicit and bloody violence, drug use, alcohol abuse, mentions/scenes of murder/torture/suicide, sexual content (severity of which will be marked ahead of time), extremely bad language all the time, and people making bad decisions, intentionally, for profit. There are also tags and warnings for individual chapters on AO3.

Finally, this fic updates in batches because I am a chronic double-drafter, so there will be hiatuses between batches whilst I build a buffer! However, when chapters do go up, they will be (more or less) posted every Saturday at 4pm GMT (or 4pm BST if you're reading this between March and October), so look out for that!

If you like my fic or my art, why not leave some kudos, drop a comment, and reblog? It means the world to me! ♥️

#fallout #the work of wolves #masterpost #here it is! not a ton of content yet but since it's a Thing now #it gets a masterpost sdfghjsdfjh #EDIT: it has content now lmao #EDIT EDIT: it has a LOT of content now

[hi-hey-haechan]

Sorry I messed mine up I wanted 1 + 9 + 17 + 18 + 65 for mark from nct 127 but still you don't have to do it but if u do thx

1. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you”

9. “Try and stay quiet, understand?”

17. “Stop teasing me so much”

18. “You’re in trouble now”

65. “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll”

Writing this bias wrecked me so hard, oh my gosh

Mark wearing a suit did things to you. His coat accentuated his shoulders, and his dark hair and dark suit complimented each other. He looked so neat and put together, from his dress shoes to his gelled-up hair. Your boyfriend was striking and gorgeous and so fucking sexy.

You couldn’t explain what had created your problem. Maybe it was the way the lights in the room glinted off of his dark eyes whenever he looked at you. Maybe it was the sound of his deep, familiar, comforting voice. It didn’t matter, though: you were horny, but you were in the middle of a company party.

“Want to dance?” you asked him. The two of you were sitting at the bar, but neither of you were drinking. You had been sitting in silence for a minute, just observing your surroundings. For you, that meant sneaking glances at Mark and thinking about all the things you wanted him to do to you in that moment.

His big, beautiful brown eyes met yours, sparkling under the faint lights of the room. His soft lips were slightly parted, and you wanted him to kiss you so badly at that moment. You wanted to tangle your fingers in his dark hair and pull him closer. However, that wasn’t going to happen, especially at a party at which Mark’s boss could see you two.

You and Mark were known about by the company, but you knew that he didn’t want to show PDA in front of them, or do anything that would make him appear any less professional. Dancing with you was okay. He’d done it before at company parties.

He nodded and grabbed your hand gently, pulling you over to the area where other people were dancing. The upbeat song had slowly faded into a slower one, and Mark laced your fingers together with his. Hesitantly, his free hand moved to rest on your waist. This sent electrical shocks through your entire being, especially to your core.

The dance had begun innocent and slow. Unknowingly, however, throughout the entire song, you had inched your way closer to him. Your arms were around the back of his neck, forcing the two of you closer. At some point, you felt every ridge of his stomach and the outline of his dick in his pants.

He continued to dance normally, not expecting to be teased or anything of the sort. Due to your closeness, you had the ability to roll your hips into his.

Mark sucked in a breath, and his left hand, which was on your waist, tensed up, squeezing it a bit.

“What are you doing?” he whispered in your ear. His voice sounded a bit nervous, as if he was fearful of someone important catching your less-than-innocent actions.

You casually shrugged, acting as though you were completely oblivious to your actions. “Nothing at all,” you told him innocently.

Your hand reached around the slightest bit to lightly, ever so gently, run your fingers down his neck slowly, knowing how sensitive his skin there was. To really test the waters, you leaned forward, pressing your lips against against his bobbing adam’s apple.

He drew in a shaky breath, and his other hand, which had been intertwined with yours, was now holding your waist. “Don’t. Y/n,” he warned, “We’re in public. And if my boss sees this, he’ll probably be able to take a wild guess.”

“What do you not want me to do?” you inquired, acting oblivious. However, your act didn’t last. Your core was pounding, and you needed him as soon as he was willing to fuck you. “You don't want your boss to see how horny I am for you? You want me to ignore the fact that I’m both turned on and I’m turning you on?” you grinded your hips against him again.

“Y/n-”

“You’re so fucking hot. I need you, I need you inside of me, Mark.”

Your words had such a strong effect on him. However, you were in public, at his boss’ house, and popping a full-on boner wouldn't be too great for him.

His next words shocked you, but they caused fluids to gush at your pussy. You wanted him so bad. He voice was deep, quiet, and dangerous as he said, “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

Doll? And did he just outright threaten you, being so utterly dominant while doing so? You couldn’t even say anything to reply, for his tone of voice and his words had caught you so off-guard, but they were so hot. You needed to recover for a second, and let the thoughts of sucking him off vanish from your head.

You smirked to yourself, figuring out what to do. If you couldn’t speak, due to his threat, you could still do actions. Your hand glided down his perfect, lithe body. They didn’t stop until they got to the outline of Mark’s semi-hard member. With an evil grin, you ran your fingernails over his pants, applying enough pressure to give him the slightest sensation. “Okay,” you replied sweetly to his order, as he sucked in a breath.

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you,” he hissed in your ear. His hands, which were holding your waist, squeezed slightly harshly, as though it was the only thing that anchored him before he became fully hard. “Wait,” he whispered, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re being a little brat for me so I can punish you, hmm? Well I’ll punish you, alright. When I’m finished with you, you won’t be walking for a few days. But we’re not leaving this party.”

“Then don’t leave the party.” Your breath was hot as it fanned against his ear. You wanted him inside of you, stretching you out, making you see stars at every thrust. Your fingers moved up and down his crotch more quickly, with more pressure, to have an even greater effect on him..

His eyes fluttered shut, and when you looked up, his jaw was clenched. The fact that you had this effect on him was so hot. He glanced around, seeing his boss on the dance floor with his wife. If he caught you and Mark publicly teasing each other, he didn’t want to imagine the conversation, the consequences, and much less the embarrassment. “Stop teasing me so much,” he ordered, his voice dangerous.

You looked straight at him. His last statement had you feeling some type of way; his voice had been so low, dangerous, and you could almost hear how much he wanted you. His eyes were dark, blown wide with desire.

“Come on,” you whispered, “just fuck me already.” You squeezed the bulge in his pants, feeling how hard he’d gotten.

Upon the squeeze to his member, he couldn’t help the groan that left his lips. He was fully hard, all because of how you’d worked him up. “You’re in trouble now,” he growled in your ear, his voice sounding so hot, dripping with anger and desperation. You pressed your thighs together, needing friction, something to soothe the persistent ache that was present between your legs.

He practically dragged you to the bathroom, a pissed-off look on his face. It was a good thing that the bathrooms were for one person at a time. However, the walls were thin, and he was not going to go easy on you. As soon as he shut the door, he pinned you up against it.

“You thought that was funny, didn’t you?” Mark’s usually awkward and shy persona had shifted, as it often did whenever he grew horny and dominant. All you saw in his eyes were the blown-wide pupils, showing the lust swimming through his body, through his blood.

He lifted your dress, fitting his hand between your legs. His fingers moved under your panties, swiping a finger against your pussy. You were so wet, for you had wanted him for so long, too long. Due to your sensitivity, you whimpered, shutting your eyes.

“Try and stay quiet, understand?” He shoved two fingers in your mouth, trying to mask any sounds that would escape your mouth.

Mark unfastened his belt, eagerly pulling down his pants and his boxers. His member sprung free, the tip red, angry, and dipping precome. That was how horny he was for you, just from teasing.

“Stay quiet, babygirl, because I’m gonna fuck you so hard, and you won’t even be able to walk out of this building.”

Let’s just say that you guys weren’t exactly 100% quiet, Donghyuck heard you two fucking, and Mark would never hear the end of it. Was it worth it? Yes. And let’s just say that Mark did, in fact, out your mouth to work, as well.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #superm smut #mark lee smut #mark smut #nct u smut #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct 127 imagines #superm imagines #mark #mark lee #mark lee imagines #mark imagines #nct #nct dream #superm #nct 127 #we will winwin

[idjitlili]

Imagine Thranduil being your father, and you liking Thorin Oakenshiel.

Thorin x elf reader

Extra information: kili , fili nor Thorin die in the five armies

Warnings: nudity just boobs, uh slight mention to boner city x 2, plus smut indicated, pregnancy. Crude language.

(Ps I am virgin So sorry. But I have seen 12 year olds write some shit , I am 16)

Translations from elvish:

Dôl lín cofn=empty headed

Lýgion= son of snakes

***

It had been a year since the dwarves had been put in the cells of Mirkwood, and then escaped. A certain dwarven king had caught your eye that night , even with his hatred for elves he had looked your way two. You swore you saw his lips twitch up for a second. You had tried to reason with your father to let them go.

You looked at the dwarf with sorrow in your eyes and back you father. You began to speak,

“Ada I’m sure if you let them go you would have more of a chance to ge-“ before you could even finish , Thranduils head snapped towards you with disgust written on his face.

You didn’t look like your brother nor father you had e/c eyes , h/c h/l hair, plus you were female and you didn’t hate dwarfs. Your know was yet to make friends with Gimil.

“Do you not know of the stubbornness of dwarves y/n? They are Dôl lín cofn. Lýgion.” Your father basically spat at you , harshly making you flinch. Thorin noticed , he felt anger towards your father, he would never do that to his kin.

“Ada please. You will not help others reclaim their homes? I think they would be gratefu-“ yet again Thranduil frustration with you cut you off.

“You do not have an right in this matter , what did I tell you about getting involved. Leave.” You father hadn’t been your father since your mother had died. Legolas was more a father to you. Your eyes became glossy at his words, yet you didn’t move.

Frozen in your spot,you decided on whether to stay in Mirkwood or to flee with the dwarves and help them. You would have to say goodbye to your brother.

“Did you not hear me? Y/N LEAVE NOW.” Tears now streaming down your cheeks like a volcano.

Thorin felt sympathy for you, he saw that you really did want to help.

You left the room as fast as you could , to find your brother.

***

You had spotted him near the cells , it was the feast of starlight, your father would come looking for you soon for appearances. You rushed closer to legolas.

“L-legolas.” You sobbed for your older brother.

“Y/n what’s wrong,” he spoke concerned for you pulling you into a tight hug.

“I am leaving, you cannot stop me , I can’t live with Thranduil anymore,” You spoke looking up to him.

“Where are you going to go?”

“I am going help the dwarves escape, I’ll figure the rest out. I love you brother.” You whispered your him, then you let go over him rushing off to the cellar. He whispered I love you too before you left he knew you could look after yourself.

You had retrieved the keys , and met Bilbo one of the dwarves companions, he saw your tear stained face and he felt a desire to trust him.

The two of you rushed to the cells opening Thorin’s cell first. He looked up at you confused,then he noticed Bilbo he smiled. Once you had gotten all the dwarves out of the cells ,you had led them to the cellars ,which Bilbo insisted that you were to get in a barrel too. The other dwarves didn’t question your presence with them , after over hearing your conversation with legolas.

***

After that you stayed with the company which Thorin had allowed , as you shared the same hatred for your father ,he grew close to you. You had saved him and his nephews in the battle of the five armies, in which had led you to receive an injury in your side. Which led you to know.

The orcs were all dead now, you stood on the ice with Thorin , Bilbo , Gandalf AMD the rest of the dwarves. That was until you felt blood dripping from your side , only to look down to see the blood red on your green tunic. You felt suddenly light head , before you knew it you were falling, yet the impact of the ice never struck , instead strong arms carried you bridal style.

You looked up to see Thorin , muttered to you that you were going to be okay, you smiled at him, he began to run towards his home. You look forward to see the doors of it, and you see your father on his elk, with a worried expression on his face.

“Y/n darling , you are coming home with me, I’ll get you to the healers immediately.” He spoke to to u as Thorin approaches quickly.

“Fuck you Thranduil.” You hissed at him, his heart broke at you calling him anything other than Ada . he knew he had to let go , unknowly yet he would lose his relationship with his son too, in minutes.

Thorin had made it to his chambers with you in his arms, Oin came through the door straight after. He placed you in the middle of his bed, which smelt of pine , and earth. His covers made out of furs , and a blue velvet blanket under.

He pulled a chair on the left of the room , to the left of his bed , on the side which you weren’t injured on. He held on to you hand , which you held tightly on it , while

Your shirt was lifted slightly so oin could clean and stitch your wound.

Clenching on Thorins hand you look at his face , even with your elven strength he doesn’t wince , he just smiles. He rubs his thumb on hand your hand comfortingly. You didn’t show your pain , in your face but it did hurt, even with all your piercings that your father didn’t agree with , that you had done with a sewing needle. Thorin had eyes your bellybutton piercing minutes before.(if u don’t have one don’t worry it’s not important)

“If this hurts this much, fuck having kids.” You laughed dryly , as did Oin and Thorin. Thorin lifted your head slightly to help you drink some water Kili had brought. You thanked him.

Soon Oin was done and had wrapped your side with an bandage, you thanked him , he left saying it was no problem. This left you with Thorin, who still held your soft hand in his rough one.

“ uh thank you for saving me.” You spoke turning to the dwarven king.

“Well you saved me and my nephews, I am forever in your debt.” He smiles at you.

“ well you helped me away from my father , so I class that as we are equal.”

“ you deserved to get away from him, I am glad I met you y/n. You have shown me a different perspective on elves.” His cheeks light up, you have never seen him blush before.

“If you want one day , you can take those gems of starlight to your father, even though I hate him for treating you so horrible.” Your eyes light up.

“ does that mean you will let me stay in erebor? And not go home? “ you are shocked by his words.

“This is your home now, forever or short time. It’s your home.” You sit up quickly ignoring the pain ,throwing yourself into Thorin’s arms hugging him tightly.

“Thank you so much, I knew my father was wrong about you.” You spoke into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You shouldn’t have gotten up, you could’ve ripped your stitches, I would’ve came to you.” He smiles at you. Thorin was wearing no boots just socks , a blue tunic and trousers, whereas you wore a bloodied green tunic and legs.

“W-will you lay with me then?” You stuttered out, blush arising on your cheeks.

He replies grabbing under your ass, while you held on to his neck, carrying you to the bed again,placing you gently. He goes to walk off , which you frown at, then he turns back to you.

“I am just get you a clean shirt then I’ll be back.” He smiles at you, walking to his dresser pulling out a red tunic , walking back to you, handing it to you.

He doesn’t even get a chance to turn, before you whip off your tunic exposing your breasts before you put the tunic on. You didn’t even care that Thorin saw, he takes the dirty one from you.

“Uh I’ll be back I just need to go use the bathroom.” He holds the tunic infront of his covered cock(aliteration 101) then rushing to the bathroom.

You weren’t stupid you were fully aware at your attentions and it worked. Even if you did feel self conscious about your body, Thorin seemed to like it. You saw the tent in his trousers.

You were in day dream for a while until you felt the bed dip next to you , turning to see Thorin. You look at him innocently, then you shuffle towards him, he pulls you closer. So you are practicing laying on him, he wraps his arms your waist and his head in the crook of his neck.

Thorins tunic was large on you, the v neck very low and large. You turn your head and plant a kiss on his cheek. He then starts attacking your neck with kisses.

“Would you Allow me to court you y/n ?” He asks , stopping kissing your neck.

“Yes, I would.” In response he sits up quickly, pulling you in his lapand starts braiding a part of your hair quickly attaching a courting bead to it. In which you turn and do the same for him.

Once do you look into his eyes, as he looks into yours , his hands on your hips , you cup his cheeks pressing a kiss to his soft lips.

His eyes dart to his tunic he gave to you, widening his eyes ,he coughs “ you know that ,uh your?”

You look down then up him smirking, feeling his again hardened dick ,now against your under thigh. You nod.

“Oh so you did that shirt thing before on purpose?” He smirks at you.

“Yes I did this on purpose too.”

“I didn’t know elves were like this, you are pretty desperate.”

You smash his arm gently , earning a chuckle out of him. “Do you think Thranduil let any of the male species near me apart from my brother?”

“ ooooh so you are a virgin princess.” He smirks harder. You look down at your hands embarrassed. His hand lifts your chin gently to face him, he presses a swift kiss to it.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed by amralime, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.” He smiles sweetly at you, causing your heart to race and butterflies in your stomach.

“I do want to, Im just nervous.” You face beet red.

“I’ll go slow you can tell me to stop at any point , you are injured so we should wait.” His arm is wrapped around your waist, at this point it is night.

“No please I want to , I’ll be fine. Pleaseeee.” You beg Thorin.

He smirks at you , “ are you absolutely sure ? What about if you end up pregnant. Then you have to suffer child birth.” He recalls what you said earlier.

“I don’t care , fill me with your sperm. Oh my god could you imagine my Adas face.” You bust out laughing at you comment, as does Thorin.

“Well I guess we have some work t out do then.” He chuckles flipping you so you are under him. He rips the tunic you are wearing. To be honest the next day you cannot walk , Thorin has to carry you to the toilet and bathe you, which you aren’t complaining because he does everything you need. Dwarven dicks are very large that’s for sure, you felt as if you was going to spit into two. He made sure your first time was worthwhile, as you had to had wait centuries.

In a few weeks you were declared pregnant, and Thorin had married you immediately, so it was just you two and a couple of witnesses.

Then in a couple of months you invited yours father and Legolas to your home, for dinner.

As Thranduil walked through the doors of the living space , with his son Legolas, he saw you facing away from him. You were wearing a light blue long dress, facing your husband Thorin. You had in your bad ready to give to your father a box with the gems of starlight inside.

“Y/n.” Thranduil said quietly , so happy to see you , after months of being away he regretted treating you so horrible, he missed you dearly.

You turned to face your father and brother slowly, with a huge smile. Thranduil and legolas gasp , Thranduil louder, at your huge stomach. You ignored their shocked faces, pulled them both into a huge embrace, which Legolas happily hugged back , Thranduil slower. You pulled back handing you Ada the box.

He looks at you confused, you gestured for him to open it, which he did. He gasps again. Thorin walks so he’s next to you , not daring to touch you yet.

“See Ada I told you I would get it, well it was Thorins idea.” You smile at Thorin , which he smiles largely back and then you look at your brother and father.

Legolas is squinting his eye at Thorin , knowing what Thorin had down, legolas thought to himself “fucking assbutt “ let’s just say legolas is a Castiel. Thranduil stood still eyeing his dead wife’s’ necklace. “Thank you for returning them to me.”

“Now who knocked you up, my daughter.” He looks at your left hand to see a ring on your wedding finger , legolas follows his fathers gaze.

“ you got married and didn’t invite me? I get Ada but why not me?” Legolas was heartbroken.

“ I didn’t want anyone at the wedding there was only one witness which was Bard because he was visiting at the time. I am sorry but I hate weddings, I just wanted to lay in bed eating mash potatoes.” You gave legolas a smile.

“How long since then?” Thranduil questions you.

“5 months Ada.” He gasps.

“Where is your husband? Then surely he should be with you.” Thranduil spoke annoyed with his daughters husband.

Thorin gently held you hand then spoke “but Thranduil , I am.”

Gasp. What a surprise. “Why am I not surprised you married him? You know what I am not mad, I realised how I treated you before, and I am sorry. As long you are happy.” You now gasp as your Ada and legolas smiles at you and your husband.

You let go of thorins hand and pull thranduil into a tight hug, which he returns and you do the same for your brother.

“Has the baby kicked yet?” Legolas spoke excitedly, you grab his and your fathers hand and place them on your stomach. Your baby do be a kick-boxer. “Wow” Legolas spoke quietly.

“What do you want to call it?”

“Uhhh Francis or river or keanu. Not sure.”

The end.

***

Didn’t know how to end it really.

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x reader #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #thorin x you #thorin imagine

[strwbrryeos]

Mint Hot Chocolate (M)

summary; This year, it’s just you and Namjoon.

genre; domestic au, complete fluff, mild smut

pairing; boyfriend!namjoon x reader

contains; a blowjob, facefucking, hair pulling, but it’s actually really sweet, mostly tooth-rotting fluff, both you and namjoon have big Dom energy in here lmao, you’re sarcastic assholes but you love each other, it’s really not smut heavy because, hey, it’s sweater weather

A/N: this is for Kristi ( @stutterfly​ )!! Happy holidays from your (not so) Secret Santa! Honestly I’m sorry this took so long I literally just kept rewriting it but in the end I’m happy with how it turned out. I know you said you liked mint hot chocolate, ice skating (if you could learn), and general Christmastime cuddles so I did my best to incorporate that! I know you said Seokjin, Namjoon, and Jungkook were your biases but from what I gathered you have a bit of a weak spot for Joon so here we are :) Anyway I really hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas and happy holidays! - Vienna

Another slippery misstep has you falling, a new bruise to add on to the collection. To add insult to injury, your boyfriend is failing miserably to hold in his laughter, and you can only frown in response.

“That’s it,” you huff. “I give up.”

“What, you’re gonna stay there all night?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Oh?” He shrugs, a mischievous grin growing on his face. “Guess you don’t need me then, huh? Alright, babe. I’ll see you at home.”

He turns away, his skates sliding against the ice with ease as he disappears into the crowd. You roll your eyes in both amusement and indignation. That bastard. “Namjoon!” you call, but he’s nowhere to be seen from your perch on the ground.

“Do you need help?” asks a small voice―a little girl who is definitely better at skating than you are.

“Thanks, sweetie,” you reply, “but I don’t think you’ll be able to help me up.”

“I can show you how! Look!”

She sits down next to you, cheeks flushed and eyes concentrated as she demonstrates how to stand. She makes it look so easy. You, however, remain where you are.

“Need help?”

You know that voice. It belongs to none other than the fucker who abandoned you. Namjoon stands over you in amusement, his dimples almost persuading you to forgive him right then and there. Almost.

“Nope. Got all the help I need right here.”

“Oh?”

The little girl is gone. Fuck.

“Fine,” you groan. “Help me up.”

Namjoon laughs again, extending an arm to help you stand. “Isn’t your ass cold?”

“You left me here!”

“You said you wanted to stay!”

“Fuck, I hate you.”

“Okay, well, one, I love you” ―he pauses to steal a kiss― “and, two, there are kids here! Don’t curse!”

“Oh, they can’t hear me over the Christmas music anyway.”

“Maybe not, but I bet their parents can,” he says, gesturing to two older looking women who stand at the side of the rink, their faces turned down in disapproving stares.

“Whoops.”

“C’mon,” he says. “One more try.”

“No,” you whine. “I’m terrible at this. Let’s just go home!”

Namjoon smiles and holds your hand tightly, nothing but faith and encouragement in his eyes. “You can do it.”

Children whizz past you in peels of laughter, and you shake your head in another refusal. “No, they can do it. I definitely cannot.”

“Please? One more try! You almost had it last time!”

“I fell on my ass last time.”

“Please?” he pouts, and, oh, that’s low. Puppy eyes?

“Okay, okay, fine!” You push yourself out further into the middle of the rink. “But you’ve used your puppy-eyes-card, okay? No more.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

Namjoon wraps his arm around your shoulder, his free hand helping to keep you balanced. You stare at your feet in concentration, willing them to not give out because you swear you cannot take another bruise on your hip.

“That’s it, baby,” Namjoon says, his breath hot on your ear. “Just take your time.”

“I don’t know how you do this so easily,” you mutter.

“I practiced specifically so I could take the love of my life out on cute dates like this when I got older.”

You huff a laugh. “Oh, yeah? How’s that going?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know,” he says with a shrug. “I have yet to meet her, you know?”

“You know, if I weren’t completely relying on you to keep me up right now, I would totally kick your ass.”

“Sure, babe,” he laughs, but he still stops to give you a deep kiss. “Forgive me?”

“Nope.”

“Do I have to kiss you again?”

“Yes, I think you do.”

He does, of course, while still managing to lead you along the ice (because he’s just that talented), and suddenly you look up and realize: you’re skating. Okay, it might not be all the graceful or elegant or cohesive, but, hey, you’re moving, and you’re not falling! Namjoon giggles beside you and says, “I told you so!”

“Okay, okay, but I’m not good!”

“You don’t have to be good! You’re doing it!”

“I’m doing it!” you repeat. “Okay! Now let’s go before I fall again!”

“Okay, okay,” Namjoon laughs. “But! Before we go…”

He pauses, families skating around the two of you as you stop in the middle of the rink. “Look at that,” he says, gesturing upwards. “It’s snowing.” You look up, white flakes falling out of the sky. The kids raise their voices in excitement, and the lights of the rink glow brighter as the sun begins to dip beyond the horizon.

“I have something important to tell you,” he says, bringing your attention back to him. Everything seems to be going in slow motion, and, here and now, it’s only the two of you. He leans in close and kisses you softly and sweetly before pulling away and whispering, “I told you so.”

And then he’s leading you off the rink, unable to contain his laughter.

“Oh my god!” you shout. “You’re the worst!”

“What? What’d I do?”

“You know what you did!”

He’s loud as he pulls you along, making sure that you’re apologizing for him as you walk by crowds of people. “I’m sorry for him,” you say when another couple looks your way, but you can’t deny the warm feeling that spreads through you with every laugh that leaves his lips.

When you’ve finally reached the car, he pushes you up against it so he can litter your face with small (and unnecessary) kisses.

“Namjoon!” you exclaim. “We’re in public.”

“Are we?” he says, looking around dramatically. “I forgot.” He pulls the passenger door open for you and beckons you inside. “M’lady.”

“What a gentleman.”

“Anything for my princess.”

“C’mon,” you laugh. “Let’s get going before we get stuck in the snow.”

When you arrive home, the snow is just starting to cover the roads, causing Namjoon to say, “Ah, right as always, aren’t you?” when an advisory warning sounds over the TV.

“Oh, I know. So, how would you like to spend our snow-in?”

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t really care how we spend it,” he says, coming to wrap his arms around you as you start dinner.

“Mm, cheesy.”

“Wanna make cookies?”

“You will definitely burn this apartment down.”

“I can decorate, can’t I?”

You contemplate for a moment before relenting. “Fine! But don’t you dare touch the oven!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he laughs.

“Okay, I’ll finish dinner and you can get started on the cookies.”

“Sounds like a plan, babe.”

Namjoon works in tandem beside you (well, as “in tandem” as a clutz like him can), preparing the dough while you prepare the pasta. Soft music plays in the kitchen from speakers installed at Namjoon’s behest. You’re glad he convinced you on it because it’s cute to watch him dance along to his own playlist as he rolls the dough out as best he can.

“Does this look good?” he asks, directing your attention away from your own task.

“Babe,” you giggle as you roll up your sleeves. “Does that look flat to you?”

The dough is lumpy and definitely not rolled out, and it’s way too thick to make proper sized cookies. Namjoon only shrugs, a big smile on his face. “Looks perfect to me.”

“I can never trust your judgement ever again.”

Namjoon laughs as you roll the dough out, completely using this as an opportunity to wrap you snugly in his arms.

“This isn’t helping,” you say.

“It’s helping me,” he replies, giving you an obnoxiously wet kiss on the cheek.

“Stop it! Here.” You pull a box towards him. “Cut out your favorite shapes so I can finish this.”

“Can I get a kiss?”

“Cut your cookies.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You plate the pasta as Namjoon slides the cookies into the oven, and he closes the door with an accomplished look on his face.

“I did it,” he says, and, fuck, he’s cute.

“C’mere. Let’s eat.”

“Can we watch a movie?”

“Can I pick?”

Namjoon pouts. “You’re gonna pick Up again, and I’m gonna cry.”

“We can cry together!”

“You don’t love me.”

“I do…” ―you pause and smile sweetly― “But I love Up more.”

“Fine,” he agrees. “But you owe me.”

“Oh, how will I ever make it up to you?” you ask as you set up the movie.

Namjoon puts the plates on the coffee table and makes himself comfortable on the couch. “I have a few ideas.”

“Like?”

He turns around to look at the timer on the oven. “You have eight minutes.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Namjoon leans back, relaxing into the couch, arms and legs spread in a “game-on” type of way. You roll your eyes but, hey, you’re never one to back down. It’s all in the Christmas spirit, right?

“So what do I get if I win?” you ask as you get on your knees in front of him, helping him out of his pants.

The belt jingles as it clatters to the floor, and Namjoon’s lips twist up in a knowing smirk. “I guess I could be inclined to do whatever you ask me to later…”

You laugh and reach up to kiss him. Your lips lock, and his hands reach out to deepen the kiss, tugging slightly on your hair.

“As if you wouldn’t anyway,” you say once you break away.

“Hey, it was your turn last time.”

You hum and lick the tip of his already hard cock instead. “How much time is left?”

He looks over his shoulder. “Six and a half.”

“Bet.”

You tease him a little, lapping at the base slowly, the way you know he likes. Namjoon moans above you, and it gives you the little push you need to start putting him in your mouth. You take your time, ironic given the game, but you know that the best way to unravel Namjoon is to rile him up.

You take him as much as you can, stroking what’s left. Namjoon groans and grabs your head, encouraging you to move. You bob your head, slowly picking up the pace until Namjoon is trying is best not to simply fuck your mouth.

It doesn’t matter, of course, because you pop off him to say, “Fuck my mouth,” and Namjoon is uttering a string of curses before he grabs your head on both sides.

“Hit my thighs if you need out.”

“I know,” you say, sounding as debauched as him. “Hurry up.”

“Fuck. Gonna kill me.”

Namjoon slides into your mouth, setting a pace that’s a little uncomfortable for you, but hey, blowjobs aren’t all that comfortable in the first place. Tears prick at your eyes, glassy as you look up at him, and he’s definitely getting off on it. “Fuck…” he whispers. “That’s so good.”

You tap his leg, pushing him back a bit to catch your breath.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. Yeah. Let me just…”

“Yeah, whatever you need.”

He gives you a second, pets your hair while you recover, and when you’re ready, you put him back in your mouth again. You bob your head faster this time, knowing he’s close. You stroke him at the same time before detaching and licking long strips up and down. Your thumb swipes across his slit fast, and suddenly he’s knotting your hair in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Babe. Shit. I’m gonna―”

“In my mouth.”

He obliges, spilling into your mouth as he comes undone. You suck him dry, and when he collapses back onto the couch, the oven timer rings. Namjoon laughs, throwing his head back.

“You win,” he says somewhat breathlessly.

“Don’t I always?”

You pull the cookies out of the oven, setting them on the countertop to cool before decorating.

“You know,” Namjoon says from the living room. “I think the pasta’s gone cold.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Hey” ―he puts his hands up in defense― “it’s your fault for being so competitive.”

“It’s your fault for challenging me.”

He shrugs. “No complaints here.”

“I’m gonna go rinse my mouth out,” you tell him. “Then we can eat and decorate cookies.”

“I’ll make hot chocolate for you.”

“With mint?”

“Of course with mint. Who do you think I am?”

You laugh as you walk away, and Namjoon sets up the movie. He’s eagerly waiting for you when you return, arms open because Up is his cuddling movie (even if he won’t admit it).

You try to reach for the food, but to no avail. “You know, I can’t eat like this.”

“I’ll feed you.”

“But what about my hot chocolate?”

“I will... still feed you,” he laughs. 

“Wow, you’re spoiling me.”

“Only the best for my lady.”

“You know you’re going to have to get up to make it, right?”

He groans. “But it’s so comfy here.”

“Please? Please?” 

“Fine.” 

He gives you a kiss, slow and deep this time. He laughs into your mouth, a sound full of love and affection.

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you, too.”

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[bacchilles]

anytime i see anything even vaguely related to greek mythology my brain goes “oh Will moment !!”. also uhhh succession ofc. ambiguous disorder. feels so nice by the wrecks. mikes hard lemonade bcuz one time you said you liked it and for some reason that stuck in my brain (unless that completely didn’t happen and i fever dreamed it into existence). road trips. keysmashes that have a lot of h and g.

SCREAM by god rowan you got me in ONE . thats truly my entire personality down 2 the h-g keysmashes i am shaking like a little dog

(also yes i Do love mikes hard lemonade i cant believe you remembered that?? i am dipping u low and kissing u sweetly <3)

[benhardyisdaddy]

my plus one - part 6

MASTERLIST 

(HELLO if yall have been waiting for lovey dovey and implied smut chapter, then here it is sksks i hope u all like it but dont get too all happy just yet (((:)

Word Count: 2,281

It’s only been two days out of the torturous week long wedding event from hell and you were already exhausted. Both mentally and physically. After your big argument with Roger, you stood in the hallway and debated with yourself if you should just get a ticket to fly back home right then and there - but you don’t. You could imagine the look on your mother’s face if you abandon everyone already. 

Besides, it would make you look like the total cry baby everyone already sees you as and you’re trying to change that. One again, trying. Although right now would show differently as you sob to yourself in the hotel’s hallway. You were a mess as you think about who you could go talk to about everything that’s already happened since the second you arrived here. You know just the person. 

***

“Everything was a lie! Or… At least I thought it was. I had no idea Roger felt that way about me!”

You’re sat on your mothers bed as you sob in her arms. She’s gently rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down - something that worked often. 

“And then he goes and says that horrible thing to me! Why would he say that!?” you ask as you lean away to look at her. 

Your mother is sadly frowning as she reaches forward and wipes away a few tears from your swollen cheeks. 

“People tend to make others feel as bad as they do. Why? I’ll never be sure. Why did you lie about you and Roger being together? You know you didn’t have to do that, honey.” 

You roll your bloodshot eyes and stand up from the bed as you walk away with your back facing her. You cross your arms and shake your head. 

“Yes I did, mom! Do you know how it feels to have your sister marrying a man you were once in love with!? It’s torture! Why him? Why does she have to marry him!?” you ask loudly as you begin sobbing once more. 

Your mom stands up and walks over to you as she brings you in for another hug. 

“I have no idea why she did what she did, sweetie. I need you to know how sorry I am that this has happened to you. My heart breaks for you, baby girl. But look at me,” she says as she cups your face with her hands. “You have a man that just confessed he’s in love with you. You just confessed to me that you’re in love with him. What are you still doing here!? Forgive what he said to you. He’s had to watch on the sidelines when you and Alex were together, so believe me when I say that he probably knows a thing or two about heartbreak.” 

Your face falls as your mother speaks. She was right. She was always right. Roger was there through your whole entire relationship with Alex and even way before that. He’s had to listen to you blabbering about Alex non stop when you were with him. Your heart falls as you nod to her and smile, finally understanding what it is you need to do. 

“Everything that has just been spoken in this room, stays in this room. Okay? Nobody will find out. I promise.” she says sweetly as she moves a piece of hair from your face. 

“Thanks, mom.” you whisper as you pull her in for one last hug. 

She kisses you on the cheek and you’re suddenly out of her room and hurrying to the closest elevator. You impatiently wait for it to get to you and suddenly fly into it. You press your floor number repeatedly - as if that makes it go any faster. Your legs are shaky as the doors slowly open up and you sprint out. You retrieve your room key from your pocket and are finally standing in front of your door. 

You hesitate for a moment as you stare down at the handle. You take in a deep breath and swipe the card, watching as it turns green - telling you it worked. You press down on the handle as the door opens up. You walk inside and allow it to shut behind you, rather loudly. You hear something as fast footsteps get closer and closer until Roger’s standing across the room with a half worried expression on his face. His shoulders fall as he lightly shakes his head. 

“Y/n,” he whispers as you take a step forward. “I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it and I just need you to know how sorry I a-” 

Before he can even finish his sentence, you had already walked across the room and straight up to him. You leaned up and hurriedly press your lips against his, cutting him off. He’s taken aback for a moment before leaning in to you and slightly moaning. Your hands find their way into Roger’s hair as his slowly slide up your sides and cup your face. The kiss speeds up as you slip your fingers under his shirt and slip it over his head. Your lips are back together in an instant as he starts unbuttoning yours. 

“Do you really love me?” you whisper against him. 

He pauses for a moment and leans away to look into your eyes. He looks to your mouth and back to you. 

“I do.” 

You smile as you graze your lips against his. 

“Then show me.” you purr. 

Roger’s eyes go wide for just a moment before he dips down and picks you up, causing your legs to swing around him and for you to playfully giggle. He walks to the bed and places you down as you laugh. He hovers over you and nips at your neck, causing you to arch your back. 

“I’ll show you.” he whispers. 

Roger then lowers himself until he’s perched between your legs. He’s looking up at you with his big blue eyes and you swear you were done for then and there. 

“I’ll show you in so many ways.” he growls just before unbuttoning your pants and slipping them down.

*** 

“Wow,” 

You both were laying in bed as your naked limbs are tangled together. Your head was perched on Roger’s chest as his hand soothingly rubs up and down your arm. Your heart was beating fast and you both were completely out of breath from you previous activity. You look up to Rog and smile widely as he does the same. 

“Good?” he asks teasingly. 

You shrug and bite your lip. 

“Could use some improvement.” you joke with him, causing his brows to raise up. 

“Oh, really!? Improvement, huh? Guess we’ll just have to try again.” 

He hovers back over you quickly and begins kissing your neck as you laugh loudly. But before anything else can happen, your cellphone begins ringing. You both pause as you roll your eyes and sigh. Roger rolls next to you as you lean forward and realize it’s your sister calling you. 

“Sort of busy at the moment.” you say fast as you answer. 

“Sorry for bothering you, but we’re all waiting for you at dinner… Like usual.” 

You sit up fast and shake your head confused. 

“Dinner!? Nobody tells me anything! Don’t you have like a spreadsheet with times on them? This is exhausting.” 

“Exhausting? What’s exhausting is having a sister who’s late to everything! And who apparently has trouble listening!” she half shouts. 

You hear someone in the background get on to her for her tone of voice. 

“Don’t wanna keep you waiting any longer.” you say as you hang up. 

“I had no idea about dinner reservations for tonight.” says Rog. 

You jump up from bed and rummage around to find a long dress to slip on fast. You pull your hair up as Roger changes quickly. 

“Apparently we have to be mind readers.” you tease as he walks up and kisses you. 

“This will be our first dinner as…” he lingers, wanting you to say it. 

“As two people who just slept together.” you tease causing him to playfully roll his eyes. “And as two people in love.” 

Roger sweetly smiles as he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. You suddenly remember that everyone’s waiting for you as you jump and hurry to the door.

“Let’s go before Ellie freaks out even more… Actually… Maybe let’s wait a little longer.” 

“Let’s go.” laughs Rog as he grabs your hand. 

***

“Finally!” says Ellie as you two walk up to the outside dining area. 

It was a beautiful night as a light warm breeze washes over your skin. It couldn’t be anymore lovelier. 

“Sorry, we got caught up with something.” you say as Rog scoots your chair back for you.

“I wonder what that was.” says Ellie with a hint of anger in her voice. 

“You two look glowing tonight.” says your mother as she smiles at you with a knowing look. 

“I feel like I’m glowing.” you say back as you look to a giddy Roger, him leaning in to kiss you. 

You hear a low sigh and look across the table from you as Alex diverts his eyes anywhere else. You feel a faint smirk fill your face as everyone begins talking among each other. The waiters bring out your meal as your stomach growls. Nobody’s paying you or Roger any attention and you decide to take advantage of that. You bring your hand under the table and slowly place it on Roger’s thigh. He slightly jumps and looks over to you - you’re looking down at your food as you listen to your mother speak. Just then, you slowly raise your hand up to his upper thigh and feel Roger squirm. 

“That’s not very nice.” he whispers in your ear as he leans in close. 

You hold back a giggle as you look to him and act completely unknowing and innocent. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Roger half growls as you squeeze his leg and raise it up even more, placing it over his now hard crotch. Roger’s jaw is tense beyond belief and his breathing has become fast. You take the chance to gently squeeze him, which sends him into a coughing fit as he tries to hide the loud moan that was about to make its way out. Everyone stops and looks to him - his face bright red. 

“You alright, dear?” asks your mother with a worried look. 

“I’m gonna go ask for more water.” he says fast as he stands up and turns around fast to hide his hard on. 

“I’m gonna go with him.” you say in the most worried tone you could possibly do. 

“Might be a good idea, hun.” says your dad as he watches you two walk away. 

Instead of going to the kitchen, you both hurry to the nearest bathroom and walk inside. Roger locks it as you spin around. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” you ask sincerely just before he spins and forces you against the wall.

You groan as he smirks. 

“I know exactly what you were trying to do.” he growls. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you purr. 

Roger shakes his head in frustration as he dips his mouth near your ear. 

“Turn around.” he commands. 

You do exactly as he says. You spin around and are pushed against the wall once more. Roger grabs your dress and hikes it up. He presses himself against you harshly as he groans. 

“Naughty,” is the last thing he says before practically ripping your panties down.

***

“Does my hair look decent?” you ask out of breath as you check it in the mirror. 

Roger’s zipping up his pants as he smiles and walks behind you, gently kissing your neck. 

“You always look beautiful.” 

You turn around as you smile and kiss him once more. 

“We don’t have to stay for dinner, ya know. You’re not feeling well, remember?” you jokingly ask him. 

You both exit the bathroom as Roger sneaks away and back to the room. You make your way back to the table as everyone looks up to you. 

“Roger’s not feeling the hottest right now. I think we’re gonna go back to the room.” 

“Is he alright?” asks your mother. 

“There’s a medical team on sight if he needs one.” explains your father. 

“Is he really sick or are you just making an excuse so you two can shack up again? This is my wedding week, you know. Not a lover's retreat.” says your sister. 

“Ellie!” scolds your mother. 

“You know what, El,” you say. “Not everything continuously revolves around you, but I know that must be hard when you think you’re the sun.” you spat just before walking off and leaving Ellie with a shocked look. 

You ignore all of the whispers behind you as you make your way back up to Rog. He’s laying in bed with his arms behind his head. You walk inside and he’s instantly looking away from the TV and at you. 

“How’d it go?” he asks. 

You smile as you trot over to him and get on the bed. You slide next to him and place your head back on his chest. 

“I overheard my mom talking about how tomorrow we’re all going horseback riding on the beach.”

“Sounds… Cheesy.” says Rog, causing you to laugh. 

“Is it bad that I hope Ellie’s horse is the slowest?” 

“Not as much as I hope Alex’s horse knocks him off.” 

You burst out laughing as you cover your mouth. 

“We’re horrible people.” you whisper. 

“At least we’re horrible together.” whispers back Rog. 

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[mcyourthirstisshowing]

On the Phone

*Pairing; JD x MC

*Genre; Smut

*Notes; Not entirely sure I have much explanation for this other then I wanted to? And yes, that is a part 1 you see up there because I was stuck on two ideas and I’m just doing both of them. So yea, enjoy, NSFW below the cut!

You purse your lips, rolling around in the bed, the covers feeling oddly cold and thin without having Jordan clinging on to you to warm you up. They were out of town with Razi- you were house sitting. You had forgotten what exactly they were doing, but Jordan was texting you every opportunity they got.

‘Missing u’

‘Love you babe xxx’

‘Its weird not having you here.’

‘I rlly rlly want to kiss you rn’

It had been an hour or so since you had hung up on your phone call to them before they went to bed, and you had done the same. Grace had texted you goodnight…..You sigh again and stretch out on the bed, before wrapping yourself up again.

You felt like you had only closed your eyes when you jolted awake again- a blush rising high up on your face when you realise you’re panting slightly, body very, very warm. You lean forwards on the bed, breathing deeply through your nose to try calm yourself down. Why the actual hell had to had a dirty dream?

…..You probably shouldn’t think on that too much.

You lean over and pick up your phone, checking the time - just past 2am - to notice a missed call from Jordan flashing up. You unlock the screen quickly, hitting the redial as soon as possible, pressing the phone close to your ear. It barely rings three times before there’s the sound of shuffling.

“Babe! What are you doing awake?”

Jordan didn’t sound tired at all, in fact they seemed more awake then when you had said goodnight to them.

“Dream,” You try pass it off quickly, “What the hell are you doing ringing me?”

They hum, more shuffling heard before they speak again, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, babe…I miss you.”

You can’t help but smile, a warm fuzzy feeling growing in your chest.

“Mmm, I miss you too.”

Jordan sighs softly, and you lie back on the bed, happy to listen to their even breathing. They hum again though, softly and lowly.

“I was asleep….but then something woke me up babe.”

You feel your heart pick up a bit and you bite your lip. There’s no way they were having a dirty dream as well. No actually, it was very possible. It was Jordan.

“It was weird….I woke up alone in here. But I rang you….and you were doing something very, very naughty.” Their voice drops, suddenly low and husky and you feel your face flush.

“Oh,” It’s all you can manage, and Jordan laughs.

“Mmmm. But you wouldn’t would you babe? You wouldn’t touch yourself without me there, would you?”

Their words make you shiver, make you heat up, just as if they were, hovering above you and kissing you with the heat of thousands of fires- their tongue playing over your teeth. They laugh at the silence, a small release of breath that you can almost feel ghost over your ear.

“It’s only been two days but it’s two days without being able to touch you….” They sigh, “Or tease you. See that pretty blush on your cheeks.”

You hum, that blush they’re talking about flushing your cheeks and Jordan keeps going.

“Mmm, I keep thinking of all the very, very dirty things I want to do to you. Usually I can just, put it in the back of my mind, but without you here….”

“Oh,” It’s all you can squeeze out and Jordan laughs again, sighing softly.

“Though...there is one thing I haven’t been able to stop thinking about, that we could do...right now.”

“I’m listening.” You can’t help the note of eagerness playing over in your voice. They were right, it had only been two days, but it was two days without being able to even touch them or lean on them like you would usually do.

“Hmmm. You’re in my bed, right?”

“Yea.”

“Good. I want you to get comfortable. That won’t be to hard, will it babe?” They’re grinning, you can tell and you roll your eyes at the teasing tone.

“It’s 2am, what other way do you think I am?”

Jordan scoffs, but you can hear shuffling again, as they presumably lie down or whatever.

“Well, for this. I need you to pretend that I’m there.” Their voice drops low, making you flush.

“That’s not very hard,” you try to tease, but it comes out kind of strangled. They laugh again, and their voice becomes a bit louder in your ear.

“Put the phone on loudspeaker, and put it on the pillow.”

You do as you’re told, putting the phone still close to your head, Jordan’s voice still loud in your ear.

“Mmmm. Good girl.”

The words send an automatic shiver down your spine, and you release a breath slowly.

“Ok, what do you want me to do now?”

“Mmm. Strip. Slowly.”

It’s weird, you know they’re on the other side of state - might as well be the other side of the goddamn world, but you know, - but, when you actually start to do what they say you can imagine they’re beside you. And you know exactly what they would do too- so almost automatically so do you.

You rid yourself of the top carefully, shimmying until you’re shorts join the top on the floor. You stop for a second, hands playing over the waistband of your panties, biting your lip and wondering. Your silence must voice an unasked question because Jordan laughs.

“Even the panties babe. No need to hesitate.”

You pull the material down, the cold room making itself known easily. The shiver that rolls down your spine when you fling the last piece of away has little to do with temperature though.

“Good. Hm, I think you know what I’m going to ask you to do next, babe.”

“I have an idea.” Jordan’s voice is deliciously dark, the teasing tone still lilting in their voice, but mostly taken over by simple want.

“Mmm, good girl.” Their voice purrs over the words, and you squirm a little, hips pressing into the bed ever so slightly. It was only two simple words, but said by Jordan, the promise behind them became very, very clear.

“Now. You’re hands are mine now, ok?”

“Yea.” You swallow, tongue running over suddenly dry lips. “Good.” You can see their smirk in your minds eye and you squirm again, “Run your hands down your neck, only gently now. Barely touching.” You follow the line of your neck, nails accidently scraping against your skin ever so slightly, but that just makes you suck in a sharp breath, a tremor rolling down your whole body.

“Down your collar….” You hands pass over your shoulders, hands slowing to a near stop as you approach your chest, lip suddenly caught between your teeth as you wait.

“Mmm. Down the middle of your chest. No touching, just yet.” They laugh breathily and you make a small noise of protest, following along even so.

“Now, now. If you're being a bad girl, I'll have to punish you.” That makes you snap your jaw shut, your lip returning to its spot of caught between your teeth.

“Mmmm, down to your hips babe.”

Your breath hitches audibly, wondering what they’re actually going to do- they haven’t teased enough, you think. Not nearly enough to let you touch yourself...quite yet. Well, you hoped at all.

“Stop. No touching yet, babe.” You make another noise of protest, a small whine. You can hear them laugh, but it’s interrupted by something akin to a pant and you flush bright red. Were they seriously teasing while they touched themselves?

“You will, don’t worry. Let me tell you what stuff I’ve been thinking of first, hm?”

“You just want to tease.” You mutter stubbornly, your fingers curling into small fists to prevent them from touching your hips, running along them in small circles like they had been.

“But you love me teasing you, babe. You’re always so slick when I finally give you what you want.”

That draws a groan from your throat, the sentence a very sudden reminder of the deep heat in your stomach, that’s making you squirm in the bed already. Jordan was a tease, but, yes, you did secretly love it.

You would never admit that to their face. You’d never hear the end of it.

“All I can think about all day, is you babe. All the dirty things I could be doing to you right there. Maybe I’d have to convince you onto the bed again, hm? Or maybe I wouldn’t give you much choice and throw you onto it.”

They groan lowly and you whine again, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hm. We have a little missed time to make up for when I get back babe. By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be marked, rawed and you won't have a voice.”

That draws a moan from your throat, hips pressing forwards, the heat burning in your stomach almost unbearable.

“Jordan, please.”

“Please what?” You can hear the smirk in their voice and you groan, trying to calm your breathing.

“Please let me touch myself.”

“You mean please let me touch you?” they laugh, before they moan lowly, inhaling sharply.

“Please.” You plead as sweetly as you can, and you hear them take another sharp breath in.

“Oh fine. You can touch yourself. But slowly. I don't want you cumming on me too soon do I?”

They hum, which dissolves into another low moan and you sigh softly in relief, fingers unfurling. You ghost your fingers over your thighs, before running them inwards. Your legs spread out on the bed, just as you dip your fingers into your folds, a small gasp being drawn from your throat.

“That's it baby, imagine it's me doing that to you, hmm? I want you to imagine me fucking you with my fingers.” they groan unabashedly, as if the imagine in their own head was as pleasing to them as it was to you.

You let out a low moan yourself, two fingers ghosting over your clit, before your press down a little harder- moving in slow, slow circles.

“Mm. I want you to imagine me with you babe. Pressing you onto the bed, laughing when your hips jerk and I have to pin them to the bed. Fucking you until you're screaming my name…”

You whimper, breath becoming more ragged by the second, hips jerking just like they said.

“Jordan…”

“Mm. Shit. You've no idea what you do to me do you babe? Hmm. No you don't. Make me so, so hot. And when you moan my name like that, it just does things to me babe.”

You hear them gasp sharply, letting out a small string of curses,  and you quicken your pace ever so slightly, head pressing back into the pillow as you feel the heat in your gut grow by the second, the image of Jordan flushed a slight red as they pressed their phone closer to their ear with one hand and while they touched themselves with the other making you groan throatily.

“Shit. It’s such--such a shame I can’t watch you babe. Watch your pretty little lips part when you-- when you pant, your fingers curling in the sheets.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck.” you gasp, back arching ever so slightly, your fingers pressing down ever so slightly.

“Just like that babe, fuck yourself for me. And faster, hm? Keep going, but I want you to tell me when you’re close--fuck--close. I want to hear you beg.”

You whimper, head tossing on the pillow, legs stretching as far apart as you can manage, moans and throaty groans of their name falling from your lips easily, and you can tell by their breathing that everytime it passes over your tongue that you’re pushing them closer and closer.

You let out a sharp cry as you change the angle you’re rubbing at, your release so close that you can practically grab at it, so close but at the same time you know there’s one last thing you have to do.

“Oh, fuck, Jordan please, please.” Your hips buck, and you try to fight the haze threatening to pull you under, give in to the pull of sweet release, “Please let me cum, oh fuck, please I’m so, so close. Please,”

“Ugh, shit--” Jordan inhales a sharp, ragged breath and you hear them let out a strangled moan, before you hear the string of curses they let out, repeats of your name floating through the air like a chant mixed in as they cum. You can hear a faint protest of springs on an old mattress and you whimper again, the image of Jordan withering and body bucking, face screwed in pleasure making you flare up even hotter then you were.

“Please, please, please Jordan. Oh shit please.”

“Cum.” It’s a simple, strangled command but the weight behind it makes you moan in relief, a sharp jut of your hips, along with the sound of Jordan’s ragged breathing and panting throws you over the edge.

For a second, it’s the pure bliss of pleasure, limbs freezing in place except for your fingers, hand determined to let you ride out the wave for as long as physically possible. Then your own curses slip through your lips, their name starting a mantra in the air of their own room, and you hear them laugh softly.

“Good girl.” They breathe and you finally relax back into the sheets, limbs heavy but a deep, satisfied feeling settling in your chest.

“Mmm. Thank you babe,” there’s a teasing lilt to their voice and you mumble a protest at it, but they continue on, “Make sure you cover yourself, hm? I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“Love you.” You mumble, turning on your side, hand reaching to pull the sheets over your shoulders.

You hear Jordan laugh, but their voice is genuine when they speak again, “I love you too.”

You drift into a deep slumber, the sound of Jordan’s gentle breathing lulling you off until you don’t think anymore.  

#jd smut

[inaweofdiana]

"I don't take orders. I barely take suggestions." And Sabo??? ;u; ♡♡

Another one for the gang au?? I’m getting really into it!! I hope you enjoy it and that you actually like the gang au oops lol

other parts in the gang au are here (the SabAce one) and here (the MarcAce) one sooo this one features Sabo n Marco bc I’m shameless for MarcoAceSabo ngl 

This was fun to write, I really love Sabo. I’m finally getting a solid grasp of his character too!! He’s also a potty mouth when he gets mad, apparently

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Sabo sipped at his water, eyes scanning the flow of people on the sidewalk. He was seated against the building, under a broad umbrella. He had a nice chilly water and was waiting on a plate of pancakes. Brunch meetings really were the best, he reflected. Especially when it looked like your contact was on time.Sabo smiled up at the blond man approaching him. “Nice weather we’re having, huh?” He greeted.The man nodded to him in greeting. “It could be better.” He completed the greeting phrase. Because really, the weather didn’t get better than this. Nice and cool, with the sun kissing you of a promise of warm, but not too warm. “You’re the Phoenix?” Sabo assumed.The man nodded as he sat. “But you’re not the Queen.” He didn’t look too annoyed at the change as he appraised him.Sabo shook his head. “They call me the Piper. The Queen was called away on unexpected business. The Dragon thought I would be an acceptable substitute.” Sabo offered him a menu as he spoke.The man narrowed his eyes but took the menu, examining it.Sabo took the chance to admire him from behind his sunglasses, glad they were reflective. Blond hair, undercut, messy up top. Deep set eyes with deeper eye bags. A square jaw with a smattering of scruff. Shoulders that were broad, but not beefy, topping off a tall, slender frame. He was wearing a purple blazer, the cuffs rolled to his elbows. A plain white v-neck that dipped deliciously low, showing the top of a tattoo. He had ridiculously long eyelashes, and they fluttered gently with each slow blink.He had a lazy air about him, slouching in his chair with his tired eyes and sleepy blinks, but Sabo could see the steel underneath it. His eyes were firm, every movement confident. From the one sentence he’d uttered, Sabo knew he was authoritative and sure. And from the lack of phone call about the unpredicted change of plans, he was right to be authoritative and sure. He’d heard whispers that the Phoenix was very high up with the Whitebeards, but he didn’t know how high.Sabo wasn’t surprised when he ordered coffee from the peppy waitress. He noted with interest that their pancake orders were nearly identical. He pulled out that days paper and offered half to the Phoenix, keeping the important half. The important half being, of course, the half with the crossword.The Phoenix accepted it. “Business after we eat, I assume?”Sabo nodded, slipping his sunglasses off. The guy looked amused. “Something you Revs all have in common, then?” His eyes were raking up and down Sabo’s form in a sharp gaze.Sabo shot him a wink. “Call it conditioning.” He started on his crossword, pulling a pen from his pocket. Their food arrived and they ate quietly, the Phoenix reading the business section and Sabo working away on his crossword.Or he would be, if his damn pen hadn’t stopped working. He scribbled circles first in the margin of the page, and then on his palm, fuming quietly when it refused to work. He patted himself down for another pen only to come up short.“Here.” The Phoenix held his hand out.Sabo raised an eyebrow.The Phoenix raised one back. “What? You’re better company than the Queen.”Sabo threw back his head and laughed at the look on the Phoenix’s face at the thought of Iva. Like a cat that’d chewed on a lemon. “She can have that effect on people.” He tried to muffle his laughter in his palm, but was doing a poor job.“Take it.” The Phoenix looked exasperated but amused, still holding his hand out.Sabo leaned forward and grabbed the proffered pen, dragging the Phoenix’s hand along with it, pulling it gently to his lips to brush the barest of kisses to his fingertips. “Thanks.” He smiled sweetly at the Phoenix, giving it everything he had. He released his hand, keeping the pen. He swept his gaze over the other man’s face, taking in his surprised eyebrows and pink cheeks. He’d been reading him correctly then.He then dropped his gaze back to his crossword, abruptly. “Seventeen across would be… gobsmacked. Yes, that’s where I was.”After a moment, the Phoenix sat back in his chair with his coffee, slurping loudly.Sabo smirked.“So–” The Phoenix was cut off by a deafening explosion.They both bolted to their feet, and Sabo watched a plume of smoke rise from an uncovered manhole. He glanced up and dashed to the side, deflecting the manhole cover from several civilians with a haki-hardened forearm. A second later, the ground started to shake with the after-effects of the explosion.Sabo wobbled, but remained on his feet with the help of the Phoenix’s arm on his shoulder.“You need to get out of here. Get the civilians to safety.” He ordered.“Excuse me?” Sabo nearly gaped.The Phoenix looked at him, slightly apologetic. “You don’t have any fruit powers. It’s not safe for you down there.”Sabo scowled. “I got where I am without a fruit, thanks. And anyway, this is Rev turf.”“Disputed.” The Phoenix corrected, eyes narrowed as much as Sabo’s were.The strangeness of the situation would hit Sabo later, that they were calmly standing next to a smoking manhole cover in the middle of a screaming crowd of people, even as small tremors shook the ground.“It’s not safe.” The Phoenix repeated. “I have an idea of who we’re up against and I’ve fought him before, so you need to stay up here and let me handle things!” He looked annoyed.Sabo rolled his eyes. “How about you shut the fuck up instead?” He snapped. He peeled his nice sweater off, leaving him in a sleeveless top. He yanked his snapback from his pocket and combed his bangs back from his forehead before popping it on backwards. “I’m the fucking Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army. I don’t take orders. I barely take suggestions.” He shoved his sweater at the Phoenix, imbuing it with enough haki that he stumbled back and sat his ass down hard in a chair. “I’m the one who gives the orders.” He threw over his shoulder as he stalked towards the manhole. He had some ass to kick.

#marcosabo #sabomarco #one piece #lauras gang au #authenticaussie #smooches ur head #ty for always sending prompts youre a doll <3 #but fr i hope you do actually like the gang au?? i didn't even think of that while i was writing eek #mine

[alexandraburton-x]

@zachwinthrop      zach slung yet another glass of champagne to the back of his throat, becoming addled with the frothy ( b u b b l e s ) ascending beyond his logic. low-bass heartbeats thumped throughout the vehicle, causing tremors to rumble right beneath their feet. faith’s laugh chimed in his ears. he turned his chin to her, grinning, a weightlessness floating through his body. he was sure he had gotten everything R I G H T this time. faith wasn’t destined to be in his life forever, they were both more than aware of that, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t retain and relish in her for now. his game plan was simple – wait patiently for alexandra to recognise that whatever asher did for her wasn’t half of what he could do for her – and then it would all work out. he was certain. and if it didn’t he would invoice her his car repair bills.         the couple pulled up outside the apprised cocktail lounge and emerged to a squall of flashing lights, shielding the mouths curling around their names, shouting to look here, smile this way, and do you have any comment on the photos from the bbmas after party? amanda must have tipped them off – there had been solicitude surrounding his name the past two weeks after his great DISAPPEARING act and accounts sighting him drunk and disorderly, or just plain disorderly, in more than one location. faith had followed suit and hastily gone into hiding until his team had reigned him back under their control – their anxieties simmered, but it was known among them, ( although unspoken ), that zach did what he wanted, and it was their job to cover his tracks. but to amanda’s relief he returned as though nothing had happened at all, and she knew better than to grill him. leaking his whereabouts to the press didn’t bother him – in fact, it lulled him into a faux entrapment that his life had settled into a comfortable M E D I A N.         inside, garish lights swathed the surface of his sun-deepened rind until he appeared to be natant in rippling colour. the paparazzi subsided, leaving only the underlying thrum of music and slurs ghosting the rims of cocktail glasses. ❝ i’ll never get tired of having the thing everyone in the room is gawking at on my arm, ❞ faith drawled, redolent syllables pronounced upon the shell of his ear. he tosses an idle smirk over his shoulder. ❝ did you just call me a THING? and also imply that you own me? faith coleman… ❞ he mocked, leaning across the bar to open a tab. ❝ people don’t own me, i own everything. ❞ he murmured, emerging his lips upon hers. she perches upon a barstool looking like some perverted fantasy – with her hips stretched like a wooden Christ, lips painted dark as blood and even hair so golden it could have only been the result of some somber presage. he stood at her back, his hand cradling the exposed base of her embowed spine. zach wilts around her, balancing the unopened phial of moët & chandon dom perignon in a greedy palm.         they share the exorbitant elixir between them until the bottle is almost drained and he feels dizzily inebriated – the kind that doesn’t leave his memory with boring holes the next morning – and he had taken a seat at the plush barstool beside her. ❝ i’m drunk, ❞ he garbles merrily, tipping his flute toward her. she raises a sculpted eyebrow. ❝ as am i. are we lowering the cachet of this place? ❞ zach laughs. ❝ obviously not. we’re the coolest people here. ❞ he is jeering, but faith allows her misted gaze to dance over the crowds of people adorning the lounge as if searching for a worthy contender to their ‘coolness’. and then she freezes on the space hanging right above his shoulder. he doesn’t notice.        ❝ zach, i think alex is here. ❞ his heart gyres, but he keeps his eyes steady upon faith’s defined features, hand on her knee. ❝ yeah? ❞ he goads. he could have laughed aloud. she disappears, positively UNTRACEABLE for three years, and suddenly, she’s everywhere. she’s all over him like some kind of terminal ( r a s h ). not that he particularly minded. perhaps this would be fun, he mused. ❝ that B I T C H, ❞ she seethes, stunning zach for a moment. but then he remembers the lies he had spun her. whoops. ❝ i should go over there and say something. i want to. i want to say something to her, see how brave she is then. ❞ a clean row of ivory sinks into his plush lower lip, biting back a laugh. he takes her chin in his fingers, re-directing her gaze to him. ❝ i promise you i’m telling you this for your own good, ❞ he cautions. ❝ faith, that girl will eat you A L I V E. ❞ faith physically deflates in her seat, a pout protruding her bee-sting lips. ❝ no sulking, ❞ he instructs, standing and holding her hand to guide her. ❝ we can do this theeasy way… who knows? maybe you’ll even become friends. ❞ zach grins at her reassuringly, turning on his heel.        and there she f u c k i n g is. clinquant and glowering at him like some kind of scorned norse goddess. he smiles obliviously, ear to diamond-adorned ear. he almost doesn’t see that pathetic excuse of a clone practically clasped around her like she was his life-source at her side. ❝ alexandra! and C O. ❞ zach doesn’t even offer asher a glance – his eyes entirely transfixed on a woman he would never, E V E R, be able to fucking shake. he takes the liberty of seating himself at the private booth, tugging faith’s arm lightly to join him. he wasn’t sure what he was feeling – hysterical, maybe? he was too giddily drunk to care. he was teetering somewhere between outrageously jealous, realising he had no right to be as the FRIENDSproposal was entirely his idea, and amusement in its purest form.       ❝ well isn’t this just a merry fuckin’ coincidence! ❞ he squeezes faith’s thigh encouragingly, then glances to her. she smiles, and then he does too, because she’s fucking gorgeous and all four of them know it. and it was sort of SEXY that she had the confidence to put a brave face on. stupid and asking to be buried six feet beneath alex’s louboutins, but sexy regardless. ❝ hi, ❞ she coos sweetly, curling a possesive claw around zach’s bicep. ❝you must be alex. i’ve heard plenty about you. i’m faith. coleman. and you..? ❞ she turns to asher, raking honeyed hues over him as painfully slowly as she could manage.

        alexandra protracted her daedal, manicured fingers out toward the bottle of armand de brignac, whirling them around the neck of the generous glass. ❝ friends? ❞ asher S T I F L E D, his starless tinctures immense with amusement. ❝ i must’ve missed something in between the psychopathic rage & his charming mug shot that would warrant ( f r i e n d s h i p ). ❞ her delicate shoulders wrenched without care, soft laughter fading from between her varnished, plush sepals. hearing someone else drawl what she’dA L W A Y S known was hilarious, substantiating zach’s plaintive position in her otherwise peachy life. she poured the blush tinged bubbly into her crystalline flute, which compulsorily danced toward her mouth – watering pout. ❝ you’re right, babe, ❞ she respired, the delicious scent of candied liquor laced within her warm breath. she placed her palm gently upon his inner thigh, wanton curves twining to lure his pure petals into a kiss. ❝ and that’s why i need you. because you’re N O T H I N G like him. ❞          asher grinned, immaculate ivories melting her into a plash of ( a p h r o d i s i a ). ❝you’re wasted, aren’t you?” she wrinkled her cherub nose, molten chocolate curls spilling over her shoulders as dipped her head to the right. ❝ no? what? ❞ alex began to laugh, her full glass of champagne threatening to spill from its vessel. but her twinkling moment of pretending zachariah winthrop was V A P O R O U S was over before it started. the sound of his fabricated timbre caused her blood to simmer. it wasn’t an amiable act, but rather one to demonstrate his dominion. she wouldn’t allow him that, not now & not ever. restraint laved her ireful silhouette as she turned to attend to him. alexandra smiled, not out of charm or civility, but out of M E R C Y. auric hues relented as he opts to secure a place at their table – a bold choice, but not unexpected. their ( e n t i r e ) relationship had been a game and his moves were as predictable as his envy.          ❝ isn’t it though? ❞ she mused, folding her sun – kissed stems one over the other as she swilled from her glass. she admired faith’s affinity, coiling a gentle hand around her fraudulent swain. it made her laugh at how S A D the entire show had become. ❝ have you? mm, to be a fly on the wall during that conversation. ❞ ironically, she had heard very little about faith with the exception of zach divulging she was a mere distraction from real life. asher shifted indignantly beside of her, his thickset fingers smoothing through onyx tresses, ❝ asher, nice meeting you, ❞ he forced in his dulcet tonality, providing scarce eye contact to either of their new guests. she cleared her throat, reclining softly into the crook of asher’s sinewy chassis, ❝ it’s nice seeing you again, zach. dry this time. ❞ she reminded, raking her manicured crescents against the stem of her glass.

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