#whiskey in a teacup

[wammyhoe]

I was thinking of making a request about mello and how is him with his scars and his partner? tbh, I feel like he's ashamed of his scars when he's with someone he truly loves. also thank you as well for writing so creatively. I love Whiskey in a Teacup! 💗

I wouldn't say ashamed, maybe a bit self-conscious sometimes, but I think more often than not it's because they represent he would rather die than lose. And that's not something any partner is gonna be okay with lol

I think he's aware of them and how they might set him apart in a crowd. There is a panel/ art I don't remember, where he's touching his scar with the tip of his fingers, and the look in his eyes isn't one like ow, no, me ugly now

If something I think he's like ok I came this far and even did this to my body. I can not give up, I can not trip down. I must make it.

With a partner, I think he'd be more concerned about handling the situation so that his significant other doesn't think too hard about what he did, or ask him further questions (I mean, he would answer them but I think it wouldn't be his fave thing in the world). But he's warmly surprised- pleased, even if they say he's hot not despite them, but because of them (you know, because of the underneath validation on that)

#and OMG THANK YOU!!!! I will up date soon!! #whiskey in a teacup #mello x reader fic #death note mello #wammy boys #mello #mihael keehl #death note #mello x reader #mello death note #this is MY OPINION #don't be a bitch if you disagree with me #I'm getting sick of how cunty the fandom has gotten #or maybe it's just the people around my posts #but ughhh

[httpwammy]

Whiskey in a teacup ch. 9 is out! 

#mafia mello #mello x reader fic #mello #Death Note #whiskey in a teacup

[ventitititi]

Night of the party

Smut written by a minor

Okey so, to open I get the vibe that luci is being very gentle. Takes his time with his kisses and touches, savoring every little reaction he can drag from you.

Cups your face in his hands while kissing you, groaning softly into your mouth before gatherinf you closer yet to him

Has you on his lap, straddling him while he begins to presses kisses and drag his teeth across your throat, hands planter firmly on your hips and keeping you still

Smirks at your little moan when he thrusts his hips up into you, grinding against you through the layers of clothing

Will worship every inch of you, dragging his lips in tender kisses across your skin, mapping untold confessions in his wake

Picks you up before placing you on the bed then, smiling when you tug his hair as he begins to kiss your thighs, working his way up tenderly

Doesn't tease, tonight was all about his love for you after all, sliding your panties down and kissing your clit before going down on you like his life depends on it

One hand rubbing soothing circles into your hip, the other keeping your thigh open for him as he kitten licks along your sex softly

Finally, finally licks a long, wide strip from the bottom of your slit to your clit before sucking it in, groaning in reponse to your own sounds and back arching

Pays a little more attention to your slit than usual, planning to use his tongue to not only bring your first orgasm but also thoroughly prep you for later

Happily spends as long as it takes to get your high to come out, licking his tongue into your fluttering sex and moaning low in his chest at the taste

After he's confident your stretched, he runs his palms across your body in a soothing motion before cupping your face and kissing you

Sheathes himself at the same time in one slow, smooth motion, reveling in the moan that slips out of your lips as if punched from your lungs

His pace is slow and tender, not rushing either of you towards climax, his lips murmuring words of praise and love as he takes his time pulling you apart at the seams

Groans softly when you do finally reach your peak, allowing himself to tumble after you, pulling out and coming on your thighs (he'll save the breeding for later)

Makes love all night muah i love him

#lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #obey me smut #obey me x reader #: ̗̀➛whiskey in a teacup ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- #fem!reader

[astarlostinthesky]

my friends as versions of "whiskey in a teacup";

me - whiskey in a teacup

Maybelle - tea in a teacup

kat - rum & coke in a teacup

Joanne - knives in a teacup

EB - tea in a whiskey bottle

Jaylyn - looks like tea in a teacup, is actually a cute candle in a teacup

#friends #poetry #friendship #whiskey #teacup #aesthetic #thoughts #spilled thoughts #writing #writer #poem #poems #words #poems on tumblr #funny

[notanordinarytypeofwitxh]

#she‘s whiskey in a teacup #Spotify

[flatstarcarcosa]

do you see what i mean about this mf and the mf tea

#txt.txt #abraham #POV he finally gets trained and begins offering me teacups full of whiskey

[safarslan]

TAG DROP! FOR SAFIYE EMINE ARSLAN

#(she wasn't looking for a knight; she was looking for a sword: intro.) #(intro.) #(calm her chaos; but never silence her storm: safiye.) #(safiye.) #(she's whiskey in a teacup: conversations.) #(conversations.) #(a sunflower soul with rock n roll eyes: musings.) #(musings.) #(she is a mess but she is a masterpiece: visage.) #(visage.)

[jensen-alvarez]

TAG DROP FOR JENSEN ALVAREZ.

#(she's whiskey in a teacup - intro.) #(intro.) #(she's a mess of gorgeous chaos - about.) #(about.) #(angel face ; devil thoughts - conversations.) #(conversations.) #(half heaven ; half hell - paragraphs.) #(paragraphs.) #(with love ; always - musings.) #(musings.) #(do no harm but take no shit - visage.) #(visage.) #(long live the magic we made - music.) #(music.)

[wammyhoe]

HI MARIEEE i love whiskey in a teacup very very much, it's literally my favorite fanfic ever and it has every single part of my heart ever since the first chapter when i read it for the first time back in 2021 💓

i was curious about smth and idk if you have gotten this question before, but one of my fav characters is gin bc she reminds me a lot to my best friend irl and that makes me feel much more familiar with her, i have a few drawings of my own interpretation of gin tho but i feel she lacks something, since it's just my headcanon about how does she looks like

so i wanted to ask you: how does gin actually looks like according to you? since you're the mastermind behind everything in the fic, it would be very exciting for me to compare your official description with my headcanon and maybe i would feel a little better about my initial version or even correct it lol

i hope you dont mind this very long ask but if so i do apologize 😭 please take care and always be around here on tumblr!! ilysm and thanks for everything!!!

Hi baby! 😊 Aww, thank you so much ❤️❤️ Wow, 2021! It's been quite a journey, hasn't it? It means the world to me that you've stuck around and are enjoying the story!

Oh my god! 😱 No, you're the first person to ask this! I'm vibrating toward another dimension!! This is so exciting!! Oh, baby, thank you very much for saying this!! Your friend must be super badass and cool btw!! 😎

Don't worry!! I love long asks!! Hmm, when I imagine Gin, I try to keep this in mind:

She's Asian

1.55 cm

Has black, straight hair of medium length

Fair skin

Thin body type

Upper lip is a bit chubbier than the lower lip

She's pretty in the way "I'll be your waitress for today," idk, very subtle but still eye-catching.

And that's it! I'd love to see your version of her, and you don't need to correct anything! There are multiple interpretations for everything!

This message really made my day, week, and year; again, thank you very much!!! 😊✨❤️❤️

#death note fanfiction #mihael keehl #mello x reader #mello x reader fic #whiskey in a teacup

[httpwammy]

I love you Marie but I know you better update Whisky in a Teacup 😡 THE PEOPLE ARE WAITING

I'm sorry!!! Life has been busy but I promise I'll make time to write :D If I want the fic to end by December I must hurry, right? hehe thank you for your encouragement 💜

By the way, it means a lot that you guys still keep up with my story! I'd never thought it'd drag any attention, and I've been delightfully surprised ily💜

#wit review #whiskey in a teacup #mello x you #mello x reader #mello death note #mello #mihael keehl #wammy boys #death note #death note fanfiction

[dukestdungeon-afterdark]

Not a full stop smut drawing, but more of a funny "It's not what it looks like!" situation.

Dismas and Saturn hear a knock at the door, and thinking it's me, they invite their newest guest in.... whoops.

(Bonus)

#whiskey teacup ♡ #art tag ♡

[girlbossed-too-close-to-the-sun]

donna tartt: literally writes an entire 600 page book about how it can be dangerous to do things just for the aesthetic

us, already making pinterest boards: oh to be a classics student in vermont in the 80s drinking whiskey from a teacup and occasionally murdering people 

#tsh #the secret history #donna tartt #henry winter #francis abernathy #charles macaulay #shitpost

[ragingbookdragon]

Life becomes a bit simpler after her chat with Price; the others definitely notice as she’s not calling Ghost “sir” consistently, and she’s also not avoiding him like the plague. It’s almost upsetting for both Gaz and Soap, mainly because it gave them something to tease Ghost about—it was hilarious watching the way his jaw would clench when they did so. She may not be avoiding Ghost like usual, but she doesn’t go out of her way to directly engage him either. She’s calm, cool, collected when he speaks to her, even smiles at him from time to time, like she used to.

It’s her eyes that unnerves Ghost though.

She knows. And he knows she knows because his skin crawls when he recognizes the look in them. He used to hate it when he saw that. Saw it in every soldier, every superior, every civilian’s gaze when they whispered in the halls about him. But where theirs held pity, hers shine with understanding. With grace. With welcoming.

It makes his stomach churn uncomfortably and weight like lead settle in his bones.

***

Ghost has a routine when he can’t sleep. Usually wakes up at one, drinks a cup of decaffeinated tea, and goes back to sleep by three. No one else is usually awake during those hours except routine security and he trudges into the kitchen, intent to make himself a cup in his tired state, when he stops at the entrance, eyes widening when he sees her sitting there with a steaming cup of tea in front of her, and a bottle of whiskey.

She looks up at the intrusion and smiles tiredly at him. “Hiya LT. Funny meeting you here.”

“It’s one A.M.” he mutters. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

“Can’t sleep,” she replies, looking back at her tea.

Ghost takes a step into the kitchen, goes to the kettle when his eyes fall on the table again, and he realizes she has two cups of tea ready.

“You’re a piss poor liar,” he says under his breath, abandoning the kettle as he pulls out the chair and plops down beside her. “You makin’ hotty toddy’s?”

“Those don’t have tea in them,” she answers, but pours a decent amount of whiskey in his teacup. “But yes, I am.”

He hums, lifts the mask above his upper lip and takes a sip. “Not bad,” he cuts himself off with a cough and she purses her lips, trying not to laugh at him. “Not bad,” he wheezes, eyes watering, but he feels something light in his chest when he sees her smile.

It’s a comfortable silence they find themselves sitting in, drinking tea and staring at the board on the wall across the room in front of them. It’s Soap’s turn on dishes for the week. He’ll probably try to smooch his way out of it—he hates washing dishes. He’ll most likely ask her to switch duties with him; he’ll probably win.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you the other day.”

She blinks and looks over at him, but his eyes are still on the board, moving like he’s reading. “It’s…it’s okay, LT.”

“No,” he answers back immediately. “No, it wasn’t. And I shouldn’t have done it. I should’ve acted like an adult and instead I acted like a ten-year-old.”

A laugh passes her lips and he looks over at her curiously; she shakes her head. Price said something like that.” Her eyes meet his. “I’m sorry I’m always up your ass. I know it can be annoying.”

Ghost shrugs. “I’m used to annoying.” He catches the way her expression pinches and he corrects, “You’re not annoying, you’re just…”

“A lot?”

“Will you let me try and dig myself out of this hole, please?”

She smiles and reaches over, patting his leg. “I know what you mean. I’ll try to not be it.”

Ghost blinks and looks at her hand then back at her. “I miss it, y’know? You being…you.”

“Really?”

He nods. “It’s too quiet around the base. I realize how much your laughter makes us all feel when I don’t hear it.” He sips his tea.

She stirs the spoon in hers. “…Price told me about your family.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

He shrugs. “I figured he’d said something.” He nudges her in the side. “Gave you a talking to, didn’t he?”

“You’re one to talk,” she retorts, and he grins for a moment before he lets out a sigh.

“My old man was a drunk arsehole.”

“LT, you don’t—”

“No, I do,” he interrupts and leans back, staring at the ceiling. “He was a complete cunt. Beat me and my mum and brother. Tommy was a drug addict, started stealin’ from mum.” Something flickers in his expression. Cold. Old hatred. “I beat the shit outta my old man. Kicked him out for good. Got Tommy into rehab.” His tone eases somewhat. “Things got better. Tommy married Beth, had Joseph. Things were good.” Ghost’s eyes take on a sadness, an ache, a wound that has never seemed to really heal, just scab over. “Things were good,” he murmurs.

“And then…”

He inhales and exhales, swallows, tries to speak, until all he can say is, “I don’t like talkin’ ‘bout Mexico.”

She lays her hand on his. “You don’t have to.”

“I got vengeance for the blood that was spilled from my family.” He inhales and exhales again, closing his eyes for a moment. “…I’m claustrophobic. An’ I hate being around people. I hate bein’ in a room where I don’t know the exits. I hate gettin’ new people ‘cause I’m afraid to trust ‘em.” When she gives him a funny look from the last statement, he adds, “The people you know can hurt you the worst.”

“LT, I would never betray you.”

“Don’t ever say you won’t until you’re in a—”

“Simon, I would never betray you,” she repeats firmly, gazing at him intently. “I would rather die than betray any of the people on this team.”

He searches her gaze for some kind of lie before he turns his head back to the wall. “I’m afraid to let more people in ‘cause I’ve already lost so much of myself from it. I don’t know how much more I can take losin’.”

She goes quiet for a moment, thinks on his words, then counters, “I’d rather lose the people I care about than never know what it was like to love them in the first place.” She can see the way the man beneath Ghost aches to wish he could still be that man. “I’d rather lose you as my friend than never know what it was like to know the man beneath the mask.”

“I’m not a good man to know,” he murmurs, and she scoffs lightly.

“That’s your prerogative.”

“It’s the right one.”

She turns in her chair, her knees brushing against the outside of his thigh as she affirms, “Whether or not you think you are, you are my friend, and I am a better person for knowing you.”

“Puffin,” he mutters. “You gotta aim higher, love.”

“Or you can let me in.” She watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I’m not going anywhere. You can either accept that and be my friend, or you can reject it and ignore me forever, but I’ll still be here.”

Ghost‘s face pinches and he gripes, “You’re a pain in my arse, you know that, don’t you?” Her smile is bright as he sits straight again and leans against his arm, her head on his shoulder.

After a moment, she whispers, “LT, do you think…do you think in a different life we’d be better people? Happier?”

He tears his gaze from the wall to look down at her and he thinks for a moment, then nods. “Yeah, pet, I think we’d be better.” He shifts his arm, wraps it around the back of her chair and adds, “But I think you and me are doing just fine in this one.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader imagines #simon ghost riley x reader imagine #simon ghost riley imagines #simon ghost riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader imagines #simon riley x reader imagine #simon riley imagines #simon riley imagine #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost x reader imagines #ghost x reader imagine #ghost imagines #ghost imagine #ghost #cod imagines #cod imagine #cod #call of duty imagines #call of duty imagine #call of duty

[verdaofthrace]

&&. announcing her grace, ( Verda Ali Tekin ), the ( thirty ) year old ( duchess ) of ( eastern thrace ). she is often confused with ( Melisa Pamuk ). some say that she is ( Competitive, Cocksure, Pedantic ), but she is actually ( Fiercely Loyal, Compassionate, Ambitious )

BIO ⟡ CONNECTIONS ⟡ CHARACTER STUDY

( ​THE SOUNDTRACK ! )​

( THERE’S A VERY PLEASANT SIDE TO YOU ) 1. mirrorball by taylor swift ⟡ 2. raw by sigrid ⟡ 3. me and my husband by mitski ⟡ 4. shut up by ariana grande ⟡ 5. people are strangers by zella day ⟡ 6. double down by slothrust ⟡ 7. mardy bum by arctic monkeys ⟡ 8. short skirt / long jacket by cake ⟡ 9. top of the world by kimbra ⟡ 10. tennis court by lord  ( A SIDE I MUCH PREFER ) ( CONTINUE HERE ! )

( ​QUICK FACTS ! )​

➕  Empathetic, Intelligent, Fiercely Loyal, Ambitious, Intrepid, Motivated, Spontaneous

➖ Competitive, Cocksure, Pedantic, Impulsive, Stubborn, Impatient, Spoiled

✔ Fashion, Poetry, Art, Horror Movies/ Books, Thunderstorms, Hosting Dinner Parties ( to show off obviously ), Volunteering

✘ Being Idle, Competition, Passive-Aggressiveness, Apathy, Cigarette Smoke, Souffles

⟡ Likes to hop from hyper fixation to hyper fixation, she more likes the challenge of learning something new than the activity itself. Once she’s mastered it she’s likely to get bored and move on.

⟡ Has a public and acquaintances personality, and is completely different around her close circle. Enjoys the validation and attention of the ‘cool girl’ image. But behind closed doors very gentle and affectionate. 

⟡ She never wants to seem unapproachable, that would ruin her cred. But she can default into Resting Bitch Face if she’s not paying attention. She is the Queen of rolling her eyes behind people’s back and being savage with a smile on her face. 

⟡ Can’t bake a souffle to save her life. Has literally mastered every other recipe she’s ever tried but for some reason, baking souffles are the ONE thing she isn’t perfect at. She refuses to admit it; instead calls souffle her least favorite dessert and has sworn Bora to secrecy.

⟡ Before she and Bora started dating, she thrived on giving him a hard time and playing hard to get. 

⟡ Learning languages was one of her hobbies in high school so she knows quite a number of them fluently, and any she doesn’t she can pick up pretty quickly

#( &. — VERDA TEKIN. she’s whiskey in a teacup ; she was simple like quantum physics ; there she goes ) #( &. — CHARACTER STUDY )

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Your Touch Builds a Bonfire - A John Shelby/Reader One Shot Story.

Just a bit of John smut for my lovelies on this cold Saturday night! Enjoy, darlings :)

Words - 1,810

Warnings - Spicy smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The way he twirls a pencil between his fingers, watching how the phalanges bend so effortlessly has you in a trance. How he makes a teacup look so small in his grasp. How the veins in the back of his hands bulge when he flexes a hand in his hair, usually when something has frustrated him to the point of anger.  

When he notices you watching, though, that fiery temper of his never fails to cool.  

He knows how much you desire him. He sees it, he’s been waiting for you to make a move, seeing how far he can go in pushing you with little instances of tease. He always finds some way to lightly touch you, whether emphasising a point, sweeping a stray few strands of hair behind your ear, or brushing fallen eyelashes from your cheek, he finds a way.  

You want his hands on you in much finer detail, though. It’s only because he’s your boss and you’re scared to lose your job that you haven’t acted upon it, just in case you’re wrong. It makes you tingle to the tips of your ears, imagining giving him the come on only for him to stare at you incredulously and state that you are mistaken over his intentions.  

Leaving your daydream behind, you turn your attention back to the typewriter ahead of you, the chaos of the bookmaker's offices soon beginning to swirl as the races kick off at various locations around the country. By the end of the day, the final race leaving the men cleared from the space to go and either celebrate or commiserate their wins or losses at the local boozer, you are still at your typewriter, John across the space at his desk, scribbling in the ledger.  

You see him exit his seat without a word, leaving the room, your fingers tapping the final letters upon the page you need his signature upon, pulling it from the typewriter and gently shaking it to dry the ink. Placing it down, you see an arm reach over your shoulder, a whiskey placed upon your desk.  

“Worked hard today, you did,” he speaks, nodding to the glass as you turn to look up at him. “I ain’t in the mood for the pub, but I am in the mood for a few drinks with my favourite.”  

He winks, and heat prickles your cheeks, busying yourself with picking up the drink and taking a big sip, attempting to bolster your confidence a little. It’s what you want, but oh! How the man makes you nervous!  

He’s too gorgeous for his own bloody good.  

“Well, since your other favourite was disappointing today, I can scarcely blame you.”  

He grins, chuckling into his glass. “Yeah, you’re much less trouble than a thoroughbred with the desire to throw his fucking jockey.” He shakes his head, sinking the rest of his drink. “Bloody animal.” He reaches for the bottle he brought with him, refilling his glass, topping yours off too. “You’re still trouble, though.”  

Your face mirrors the confusion his statement makes you feel. “I am?” 

“Oh ar, love. Definitely.”  

Your heart hammers with nervous excitement, taking a long sip of the whiskey before replying. “Why is that?”   

“Because short of diving on you, I dunno what the fuck else I’m meant to do to show you how much I want to take you to bed. If we even got that far. Believe me, I want you so badly, I’d settle for tearing off all your clothes and bouncing you on my cock while sitting in a chair down here.”  

Oh god. There they are, his intentions, delivered with every ounce of cocky confidence you should have known would leak out eventually after his tentative flirtations thus far. John Shelby can only be gentlemanly for so long, though.  

It’s time to cease the wallflower routine.  

Standing up, you don’t take your eyes off him for a long, long moment, the weight of your mutual stare enough to crack the floor below as you gesture to the seat you rose from. “I think we were the wrong way round for that to happen.”  

His mouth curls into a smirk, finishing his drink and placing the glass down, seating himself. You move to him, excitement whizzing through your tummy, gathering the soft material of your summer dress and beginning to hitch it up, John’s hands reaching for you, running up your bare legs as you manoeuvre astride him, sitting upon his thighs.  

The feeling of his hands, hands you have fantasised about for so long finally running over your skin, gripping your hips as he pulls you closer to him causes little darts of warmth to flicker through you, the heat of his hardening cock right against your apex making you tingle with want. His lips press kisses across your chest, hands moving to cup your breasts, tongue running over the half-moon of each soft orb escaping the top of your dress, his soft groan hungry, fingers moving to lower the zip.  

The fabric pools in his grasp as the dress falls from your shoulders, his lips placing ascending kisses to your neck before your mouths finally meet, an exchange of filthy, blazing, hungry need, your heart somersaulting in your chest. His mouth is so ravenous upon you, it knocks you sideways, the urgency of his desire for you, hands clasping at your back, removing your bra will easy skill, like he’s done it a hundred times before.  

He probably has.  

You feel in nothing short of a hundred percent capable, knowledgeable hands, his mouth moving to suck upon your nipple, your head tipping back as you grind yourself against his hard cock, his teeth prickling in bite upon the pebbled bud in response to that. “Fuck, these are some fucking beautiful tits.” His breath flutters hot against you, summer breezing through a spring chill, warming you to your bones, his tongue running slowly from between your breasts and back to your mouth.  

Unbuttoning his waistcoat, your hands slide beneath his braces, levering them from his shoulders, unknotting his tie and unbuttoning his crisp, white shirt, thirsting to feel the skin that lies beneath pressing against yours. His shirt flutters to the floor, his arms tightening around them as your touch tours lithe muscles encased in pale, golden freckled flesh. His hand trails down your body, reaching the cotton of your undies, the fabric dampened by your want for him.  

Pushing you back, he moves you to your feet, pupils blown with lust, gripping those soaking undies and tugging them down. Shuffling the chair forward, he lifts your leg over his shoulder, scattering kisses up your inner thigh, the anticipation making you pant, a soft gasp fluttering over your lips as his mouth meets your folds.  

A hot lick rolls through the wet of you, the light fleck of stubble adding in delicious contrast, his tongue seeking your clit and circling, flickering, evoking your wails, your hands going to his hair, nails flexing against the shaven sides of his head as you mewl in delight. Each lick has your blood running hot, sends glimmers through you, little shocks of pleasure tingling your entire core as your cries rend the air.  

He has you panting hard, each skim of his tongue over your tiny, potent little bundle making your hips rock against his mouth, his arms wound around you, one gripped to your waist, the other squeezing upon the rounded orb of your bum. His full lips close in suck around you, your legs shaking, the heat of it snapping over your bones, the pleasure biting and full-bodied, a bright burn of warmth making the coil within you tighten sharply.  

Flattening his tongue against you, he lets you get off on the wide drag of it, the tip caressing your dewy opening as your clit throbs against the press, his hand moving to begin undoing his trousers.  

“I could fucking eat your beautiful little cunt forever, darlin’, but god, I need you on my cock.” You’re so aroused, you can barely form thought as he pulls it out, and it’s thick and perfect, running it through the slick petals of your sex as you sit back astride him before feeding it into your gaping little hole, filling you with a rumbling grunt.  

White hot pleasure sizzles up your spine, ascending like a flurry of champagne bubbles, the taste of yourself upon his sensuous mouth more erotic than you could have ever imagined, moaning against his tongue as your rock back and forth upon him. The sensations of your walls being split so wide around him has bolts of pure bliss skittering through you, your tender little clit grinding against him as his hips buck up against you, pushing you back to devour your breasts with kisses, nibbles and licks.  

The way his hands tour you, stroking ever rise and curve of your body, it has you just as mindless as the delicious drag of his cock over every sweet spot within you, scraping sparks through your walls, his groans deep and rich as he paws at you with unrelenting hunger. The heat of it roars like a forest fire, the embers sizzling over your nerves as your mutual moans fill the space, bliss tumbling through you both. It’s fervid and delicious, scorching and unrelenting, everything you knew sex with John would be now playing out in an illumination of utter sin.  

His eyes are a bonfire of blue fire as he stares at you, fingers tangling in your hair, kissing you again with urgent need as his cock sends glimmers fizzing through you. It becomes even more uncontained, the power of him beneath you incredible, hands tightening upon your shoulders as he forces you down upon the rigidity of him, making you to take the brunt of every hard snap of his hips, hitting you so deep, you’re sent reeling and mindless atop him as your thighs tremble.  

Your cries reach crescendo as the stars surge forth, entire nebulas glittering into decadent light, your walls fluttering around him, dragging his release from his sweaty body, cock spilling hot into you. You’re both rendered an entwined, panting mess in the wake of it, kissing softly, hands still roaming, John beginning to chuckle.  

“Yeah,” he breathes, nuzzling your nose, “definitely the least troublesome favourite of the day.”  

You beam, your chest still heaving hard. “Want to take me upstairs and see if I can change that?” Your tongue teases the outer shell of his ear, gently nibbling the soft lobe. “I promise not to buck the jockey off.”  

He laughs loudly, locking his arms around you and carrying you to the stairs, his hand smacking against your bum a few times causing your shrieking laughter. “I suppose it’d be fun if you tried to, love.”  

#john shelby fanfiction #john shelby smut #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders smut #john shelby x reader #john shelby x you #john shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #john shelby fanfic #john shelby fic #peaky fucking blinders

[wammyhoe]

Missing u bae

I'm right here babe!! ❤️❤️

Been busy planning the ending for my multichapetered Mello fic Whiskey in a Teacup, and haven't got the time to be active here Andddd I have literally 0 requests in sooo yeah haha but I'm here, jump to my dms if you want!

#whiskey in a teacup #mello x reader #requests are open btw #death note