#‘john had beautiful hands’ it’s ok you can just say you wanted him to finger fuck you bc one of his is like two of yours

[big-barn-bed]

"love when Paul's hands look dainty next to another man's" and if I asked for a compilation.......

!!!

[amaramizuki666]

Dp x DC crossover

In this au amity is long gone. Danny is hundreds of years old.

"John I think we might have bitten off more than we can chew this time" zatanna says struggling in her anti-magic restraints. "Yeah probably" john mumbled watching as the cultists finished creating the summoning circle, what they where trying to summon john had no clue.

"Any ideas?" Zatanna asked "one but not sure how it will go" john says "well we ain't got anything better so what's the plan". "I saw the inside of their book, I know the chant to summon the thing they want, so maney i can summon it first and make a deal to get us out of here" John explained

"Well it's all we got go for it" zatanna sighed

"Ƙιиɢ σғ тнɛ ιиғιиιтɛ яɛαℓмƨ, Ɩ cαℓℓ ʋρσи ʏσʋ, нɛαя мʏ ѵσιcɛ, Ɩ ʝσни Ɔσиƨтαитιиɛ ιиѵσκɛ ʏσʋя ρσωɛя тняσʋɢн тнɛ иαмɛ σн ρнαитσм. Ɩ Ĵσни Ɔσиƨтαитιиɛ cαℓℓ ʏσʋ тσ мʏ ƨι∂ɛ тσ нσℓ∂ α ∂ɛαℓ. Ѳн ɢяɛαт ρнαитσм ∂ɛαғɛтɛя σғ тнɛ ραяιαн." John chanted under his breath so the cultists wouldnt hear him.

John saw how the circle reacted to chants, red turned green, thick fog seeped from the circle. The cultists backed away from it it fear.

A figer pulled itself from the circle, a male who looked to be in his early 20's, a lean but muscular build wearing a black skin tight jumpsuit with white gloves and white boots. The male also had a cape that looked to be made of the night sky draped over his shoulders. A crown of aroura floated above his head and a ring of light lay on his gloved finger.

His skin was a pale green, his cheeks covered in glowing freckles. His hair snow white and gravity defying. His eyes glowing a Lazarus green.

John couldnt help but admire the being that he had summoned. If john had met this unearthly beauty in a bar he probably would have shot his shot.

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚?" The being asked holding its gaze with john. One of the cultists trys to speak up "your highness we have summoned you to offer you-" but was cut off when the being sharply lifted his hand in the cultists direction, encasing the cultist in glowing ice.

"𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜" the being hissed at the cultists, never taking his eyes off john. "we need your help, as much as it paines me to admit it we are kind of tied up at the moment" john says confidently holding the Intense gaze of the ethereal being in front of him.

"𝙊𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡" the being says a smirk on his face flashing his fangs. "Ok in exchange for our safety and the destruction of this cult I offer my soul" john says holding out his hand to shake, the being looked at him amused and shook his head "𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡"

"Then what do you want?"

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

"What?!"

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚"

"........"

"D𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡?"

"Yes I accept"

The being grabbed John's hand gently and brought it to his lips kissing it lightly. "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚"

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Somewhere in the infinite realm a consul of annoying eyeballs shivered, knowing deep in their cores their king just did something that was going to give them one hell of a headache.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) PART 2

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here... PART 1

PART 2.

You tell him that you’ll meet him there. After your little crying jag, you have to go home and clean up. Maybe with some painkillers and a nap with an ice pack on your eyes you won’t look like death warmed over. He offers to pick you up, but you decline, knowing it would make the drive twice as long for him.

For a moment he seems like he wants to argue, but in the end he lets it go.

The restaurant is in Manhattan. It’s the sort of place you could never afford, and maybe even if you could, it wouldn’t exactly be your scene. You smooth your dress over your hips as you get out of your cab, hoping you won’t embarrass John. It was the nicest thing you own for a respectable rendezvous, a dark green paisley Etro dress with long sleeves that you’d scored at a thrift shop. It bared your shoulders with a wide neckline, but not much cleavage. You were behaving yourself tonight, despite the little suggestions the devils on your shoulders were whispering into your ear.  

Despite the fact that you arrive early, John is waiting for you outside, looking utterly edible in another black on black three-piece suit. Does he buy them in bulk? The thought makes you smile a little, a thing he returns in small measure. There is a sadness that cloaks this man like a mantle, and for a moment you wonder if that is what people see, when they look at you. You’re not sure you’re qualified to help him at all, but maybe, just maybe, there could be some solace in your shared grief for the same woman who left you both behind.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Nervously, you look through the window at the glittering lights and swanky diners laughing over their expensive glasses of wine. You feel unbearably self-conscious. “Am I dressed ok for this place?”

“You look beautiful.” He says it so matter of fact, his tone completely platonic. And yet…

And yet.

He looks at you with a haunting intensity that grips you to the bone. He isn't even looking at your body. He's looking at your face, almost as though he's seen a ghost. 

You know you remind him of her, and you wonder if maybe this is a bad idea. 

But he shakes himself out of it, offering his arm, and even though you have an inkling that maybe you shouldn't, another part of you that is usually kept locked up in the dungeon with the rest of your worst impulses pushes you to take it, because you want to. Bolstered by his approval and your own special brand of foolhardiness, you slip your arm through his with your head held high.  

You haven't technically done anything wrong yet. Lusting after your sister's husband in an abstract way you never had any intention of acting on isn't exactly new. But the rest...is edging into a murky gray area.

What would Helen think? She'd probably be amused, truth be told, at least by your own inner turmoil. You remember that she told you once that she never got jealous when women went all googly eyed over her model-handsome husband, because she trusted him so completely. He doesn't even look at them, she said. 

Well. He'd looked at you, like he was a wolf and you were a tasty little bunny. Just the thought made you flush all over again, your fingers involuntarily flexing on John's bicep.

Dear lord, it was like granite. 

He looks down at you, curious, and you know you look as embarrassed as you feel. “Sorry,” you quickly apologize, looking anywhere but at his burning anthracite eyes. He pats your hand, but says nothing, sparing you the embarrassment of making up some lame excuse. 

You go inside, and the maître d’ is exceptionally solicitous. Welcome back, Mr. Wick. This way please, Mr. Wick. He and Helen must have been quite the regulars.

Once you are at your table John waves off the maître d’, opting to push in your chair for you. His fingers brush your shoulder afterwards. It was probably a mistake, but you cannot suppress a small shudder. He does not look at you as he seats himself, opting to pick up the menu.

You follow suit, your skin on fire. 

It was an accidental touch, you tell yourself.

He didn't mean anything by it.

You glance up from your menu, to find he is looking at you out the corner of his eye.

You tell your treacherous heart that attempts to pound out of your chest to settle the fuck down.

“So...what was Helen’s favorite dish here?”

He doesn't look up, and for some reason you are relieved.

“Guess.”

“Hmm.” You scan the offerings. It is mostly French leaning nouvelle cuisine. It all looks delicious, and very expensive. You know the moment your eyes find the line, and you smile. “The magret de canard.”

This time he does smile with you. It is tinged with nostalgia, and your heart aches. For him. For you. For the woman you are remembering together.

“She took me to Europe when I graduated from high school. She ordered that dish in every restaurant in France we went to. She said it was so delicious there was no point in trying anything else.” You cackle with another memory. “Then when we got home she was determined to learn how to make it. It went ok until the sauce. Holy shit, the black smoke in that kitchen was like a tire fire!” You wipe away a tear that is borne of mirth and memory. 

When you look across the table again John is smiling gently, as though he can see it perfectly in his own mind’s eye.

“She was a terrible cook.” He says it fondly, like it amused the hell out of him.

“I know. I am too, I’m not throwing shade here. Do you like to cook?”

The side of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. “Yes. I find it relaxing.”

Figures. He would be so perfect. One of many reasons Helen undoubtedly fell in love with him.

When the waiter comes John orders a filet, and you, the duck. “For Helen,” you say with a wistful curl of lips. He stares at you silently for a long beat before nodding, returning your smile perfunctorily. You marvel that you can already tell when his expressions are genuine, and when he’s playing the part he needs to for the sake of social nicety. Your heart aches for him. It must be so painful to be here, where he'd dined with Helen so many times. Maybe more like sticking a finger in a wound, than a brave act for the sake of nostalgia. What were the two of you thinking? 

It occurs to you, from things Helen had said, that maybe this is more than just her favorite restaurant.

“This is where you met, isn't it?” 

His eyes are fixed on a particular spot at the bar. “Right over there. She was meeting a client, but he canceled. So we had dinner together.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You didn't happen to have anything to do with that?” All Helen had ever told you about John's occupation was that he worked in security, but she had implied multiple times that he was resourceful, smart, and not someone to be fucked with.

The corner of his mouth ticks, his eyebrow rising slightly. You congratulate yourself for lifting him at least a little out of his funk. “I'm afraid it was just luck on my part.” 

“Fate,” you correct, toasting with your water glass, because you haven’t been brought drinks yet.

“It's nice to think so.”

“So then you had dinner.” You know the story. “Where did you sit?”

“Right here.” 

You feel a chill, knowing that once, your sister had sat in this very place, across from this very man, and changed the course of her life forever. You marvel at what that must have been like. You never fall for men quickly, usually keeping them at arm’s length for as long as you can manage. You’ve never experienced love at first sight, or first night, but looking at this handsome man across from you, it's not so hard to imagine.

“Did you fall in love that night?” you ask quietly.

“I did. I think for Helen...it took a little longer.”

Immediately you shake your head. “No,” you contradict, wanting him to know this. “She called me, the next day. She told me she'd just met the most amazing man and that she wanted to spend her life with him. I thought she was crazy.” You look around at the intimate setting, the low soft lighting and the swanky surroundings, a little misty eyed. Then, you look at him. This handsome devil with the soft eyes of a poet.

Helen hadn’t been frivolous. She hadn’t even been particularly romantic. Meeting John Wick changed all that.

“Maybe I understand a little better now.”

You look at each other from across the table. There is a longing in his eyes that you know you do not have the power to heal, and yet you would if you could. You would give a great deal to see this man made whole again—you’re not really sure why.

He looks away first, and you feel…raw. 

“Thank you. I…was the best version of myself, for her.” His long fingers trace a circle in the white table cloth, a hairline of a frown appearing on his brow. “I've slid backwards a bit, since.”

Hoo boy, did you get that.

“That’s ok,” you say softly. “We do what we have to, to survive.”

He looks up at you with those soulful dark eyes through his long hair. Your fingers itch to brush it out of his face. To touch him, and you absolutely know you shouldn't. Shouldn’t even think it. But there is something in the way he's been looking at you today. Something almost like…hunger, and your belly flutters with a thousand butterflies made of bad ideas and midnight longings.

“So…what about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

You shake your head with your heart in your throat. Is he asking out of politeness, making chit chat, or does he want to know if you’re unattached?

The truth is you’ve never had a relationship that lasted more than six months, and a nervous little laugh escapes you.

“I’ve…never met anyone who it was worth the sacrifice. Things are always nice at first, but then he starts to try to mold you into the person he really wants you to be, and you realize all along he just wanted someone to cook his meals and wash his socks.” 

John lifts an eyebrow at this, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.

“Maybe you should try dating someone who can afford a housekeeper.” He looks up at you then, his dark eyes soft yet penetrating, and you swear he can see straight through to the depths of you. The look almost feels like a challenge, somehow. You try to meet him head on, but in the end the unbearable heat of it makes you squirm, and you look away.

The waiter saves you from what you might say next, bringing the bottle of wine John ordered. 

Thank god, because you need a drink.

[justpearlysworld]

Good evening! I love your thoughts and mind, so beautiful!! I want to kiss your brain MUAH!

Have you considered Daddy Price x smol and sweet reader?

I know everyone says it, but Price is 100% daffiest daddy. This man would take care of his woman and kill anyone without hesitation is they so much as lay a finger on her! <3

absolutely:333 and thank you !!!!!!!!!! i would give you a hug and maybe some flowers if i could :3🐻‍❄️ note: i’ll probably do a part two to this one as well—🐻‍❄️🐻‍❄️

captain price w/hyperfem!reader

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★. at first, he was really nervous to approach you! he thought that he may have been a little too rough and gruff and he didn’t want to scare you off

★. laswell had assigned you to 141 as another sniper. you were small and soft spoken. you were also very quick and quiet, which made you a perfect candidate.

★. asides from being a great asset to the team, you were also very sweet! during the times that you did talk, you were just a ball of sunshine. you helped out with anything around the base, you were very polite, and well-mannered. price too this into account when wanted to make a move on you.

★. during one encounter, soap had pushed ghost a little too hard and ghost had hit you while you were walking back to your seat in the mess hall. you dropped your food and spilled some of it on yourself as well.

★. john saw this and rushed to your aid!!

“are you alright private? here, let me pick that up for you”

★. “oh dear, i’m sorry lieutenant! i should have watched where i was going, i’m so sorry.”

★ ghost glared at soap who had a flustered look on his face.

- “it’s alright private. mactavish should have watched where he was going.”

★. price sent flares up at the two of them and they walked away.

★. he helped you clean up and escorted you to the barracks so you could change your undershirt.

★. something that he always fell back in was this fierce protection over you. whether it be keeping a hand on your hip when you walk through crowded space, or putting your safety first during a mission.

★. asides from being protective of you, price is practically glued to your hip.

★. he’s constantly checking in on your wellbeing! you were smaller than the rest of them, he always made sure to ask if you were ok

★. after a few weeks of this continuous princess-knight dynamic, price has finally asked you out on a date

★. you accepted! you had always felt connected to him in a way that you couldn’t really put your finger on. he treated you like a princess and it made you so giggly and flustered

★. on your first date, he had taken you out to eat at a some-what fancy restaurant! you two talked and connected even deeper the whole night.

- “your dress is awfully cute; fit for a princess might I add?”

★. you laughed at his comments and shook your head.

- “thank you captain!”

-“john.”

-“hm?”

-“john, you can call me john from now on.”

★ you let your hands fall in the table and he gripped them, giving you a kiss.

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★. from that point on, he had become irresistible to you! you couldn’t not be around him

★. on base, you would always have your arms wrapped around his bicep and your side squished to his

★. during the debriefings, you always chose the seat closest to him! (if you had to option to sit in his lap you would)

★. whenever he would sign off in documents or just work on paperwork, you would sit in his office and babble cutely about your day

★. his favorite part about your guys relationship was how vulnerable you got with him. you could finally let loose and be soft and gentle (not that you weren’t already, but, you definitely had to ramp it up when you were on a mission)

★. you could allow yourself to lay in his lap pressed to his chest and gently coo in his ear

★. you loved him so much, how couldn’t you?!! you thought he was just the perfect man! you two fit together like puzzle pieces!

★. at the end of every night, before you two split off to sleep in your separate bunks, you lay with him. you let him pet your hair while you stayed snuggled up to his chest.

★. he would let his strong arms wrap around you protectively and he would whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

★. you two were truly a match made in heaven.

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Requests Are Open!

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

My Christmas List

19th December - Smut

JJ Maybank x Reader

Summary - You and JJ bicker all the time but what you didn’t expect.. him wanting you.

Word count - 1527

Tw - Smut (unprotected sex, praise kink, oral sex)

“Guys!” Kiara looked between you two, Sarah and John B sitting on the couch cuddled up, “Can you stop fighting for once,”

“Tell that to Y/N, she moved my slippers,” JJ whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yh because guess what?” You scoff, pointing at him, “You don’t put your shoes up, expecting people to trip over them,”

“Yh, she does have a point J,” John B tenses, pulling a face as he Stretches out his body.

“Oh, why is everyone taking her side now!” JJ scoffs, throwing his hands up.

“We aren’t, JJ,” Kie established, “We are telling facts,”

“Maybe if you was a bit more tidy, JJ,” You make your point, “Then we wouldn’t be arguing,”

“I’ve had enough of this, not like you don’t throw your clothes around the room either,” JJ walks out to his claimed room, slamming the door.

You sigh and sit down, another fight between you and JJ breaks you further. You don't mean to be mean to the boy but he fuels your fire so much, you can’t help yourself.

“Y/N, just let him cool down..” John B sighs, “He will come around,” he pats your leg, “Mean time you want to come with Me, Sarah and Kie to Pope’s?.. we are just going for a drive,”

“No, I’m good,” You sigh, feeling lost without JJ by your side at the moment. You feel awful how angry or annoyed he gets at you, when you just try to help him.

“Are you sure?” Kiara asks, “We don’t want you to get hurt by being with JJ by himself, we know you like him,”

“Yes, I’m sure I’ll be fine. As John B said, I’m sure he and I will eventually, sort out our differences,”

“Mm, ok,” Sarah nodded, “If you need anything then ring us up, we are here for you,” she gives you a hug.

“I know, guys,” You smile, Kiara joining in with John B.

“Right see you later, alligator,”

“Yh, see ya,” You see them get into the Twinkie and drive off, leaving you all alone with JJ. You wonder what he is doing, most likely trying to collect himself and cool off.

You lay your head down on the couch closing your eyes to all of a sudden feel a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” You mumble, shifting your body around, looking at JJ confused.

“Get up.. I want to show you something,” With No explanation you let yourself follow him into his room, feeling intrigued.

“What is it JJ?” You ask again.

You couldn’t see JJ anywhere until you felt two strong arms wrapped around your waist and a set of fluffy, blonde locks nozzling you into your neck.

“Is this why?” You turn around into his hold, raising an eyebrow.

“Not exactly.. but yes,” JJ clears his throat, “I’ve never hated you, I’ve always admired you,” he fiddles with his fingers behind your back.

You make a bold move and place his hands on your hips, letting his hands squeeze them.

“What changed?” You curiously asked not wanting to push him but so.. Desperately wanting to know.

“I heard that you like me back,” JJ pulls you closer to his lips but not touching them. After, you feel your cheeks blush brighter and his fingers making shapes on your hips.

You have welcomed the warmth of JJ with grace a long time ago. You know this because when you get near him, it automatically turns into a blushing mess.

“That I do,” You nod, confirming his words.

As you said those words, rough yet soft lips press onto yours passionately. You pull away with your breath hitting a really funny sound.

“Y/N, if you don’t want me..” JJ rushes his words, you cut him off by kissing him.

“I want you too, J,” You look at him into his beautiful blue, icy eyes.

“I know this is a random question but since it is the season,” You moan into JJ’s lips, “Just say it, baby,” JJ smiles.

“What is the one thing you would want for Christmas?”

“You,” JJ blurts out with no mercy, breathless looking at your beauty carved out just for him as he goes down to take your panties off.

“Me?” Your eyes go wide.

“Why are you looking so shocked, princess?” JJ lifts you onto his bed and then spreads your legs apart.

“JJ,” you moan, feeling a finger being shoved into your wet, tight pussy.

“Yes you!” JJ growls, “I want you, All of you.. you are on my Christmas list,” he confirms, “God you're so tight!”

“Fingers or tongue baby?” JJ asks, wanting to know how to prep you.

“Both..”

“Such a Greedy little princess,” JJ sticks his tongue into your pussy, “Mm, I like it,” he moans as he is giving you exactly what you want. Loving the taste of you on his tongue, he proceeds to push two fingers into you.

“I didn’t think you would want me at all,” You confessed your harsh inner feelings of doubt.

JJ pulls his fingers out making you whimper, “Listen to me,” he comes close to you, “I know we are always somehow arguing but if I didn’t want you.. I must be delusional, Y/N,” he reassures you, “It’s always been you and it always.. will be you,”

“JJ,” You began but got cut off by him.

“Shh, let me show you my princess.. just why you are on my Christmas list!”

JJ lays you back down onto the bed, he strips his shirt off himself.

“Yes, JJ,” You giggle as you feel his tongue slip back inside of you, making you smile.

“God you taste sweeter than I’ve ever thought,” JJ groans, his hot, wet tongue going into your tight, wet pussy deeper. You whimper, clenching your thighs around his face.

JJ chuckles expecting your reaction, pumping two of his fingers deeper into your core.. his tongue teases your clit.

“You feel that baby?”

“Yes,” You breathless sigh.

“How does it feel?”

“Good.. so good,” You whine letting out a moan of his name as he hums, speeding up his actions.

“Mm, I can tell you are close..” JJ groans, Impatiently wanting to feel you cum on his tongue, “Cum for me, princess..”

“JJ,” you gasp, for two reasons your mind blowing high your having now.. and how the fuck? Did he know you were so close?

“Good girl,” JJ grins, kissing your forehead.

You kiss his lips tasting yourself, he slips a tongue into your mouth, taking your jaw to pull you closer into his lips.

“Mm, I want your cock,” You boldly said, giving him a twinkle in your eyes.

“Your wish is my command, baby,” JJ smirks, unbuckling his trousers, “Lay back down, princess,”

You obeyed waiting for him, “Oh.. my, you're still so wet for me,” JJ winks, making you blush harder.

“It’s ok, I’m going to take good care of you!” JJ promises, hands go onto your hips as he bottoms out his large length into you.

“Feel good?” JJ checks, he doesn't want to hurt you.

“Mm,” You nod, JJ uses his initiative for once and starts moving. You hold onto his shoulders keeping yourself as close as possible to him.

“Fuck,” JJ groans, “Such a good girl for me.. wanted to feel you for so long,” he litters kisses all over your face, neck, collarbone and shoulders.

“JJ,” You moan loudly, his name feels so good off of your lips.

“Please go deeper!” As soon as you expressed your words, JJ engaged to move his hips harder, deeper into you. Colliding his large cock into your cervix, you couldn’t get anymore cock drunk except from him.

“I love your pussy princess, it’s milking my cock so good!” JJ groans, throwing his head slightly back as he buckled his hips to make his thrusts even deeper.

JJ is determined to kiss your cervix with his cock.

“Yh, baby?” JJ almost teases you with his words, “you like when I go deeper?” He whispers into your ear, getting closer to your chest.

“Is my baby going to cum?” JJ groans, wanting so badly to come inside you.

“Yes, JJ.. please let me come,” You scream, “JJ,”

“Cum for me,” As soon as his words hit your ears, you release all over his cock. Him following you, emptying his hot, thick load into your cunt.

You lay on JJ’s chest all snuggled up, sleeping together with the covers over you.. you went for another two rounds plus a quick round for a shower.

No wonder why you both are so tired..

The pogues came back to the chateau with Pope included. They all smile as they hear peace and quiet, peeking through the door to see you both in his bed cuddled up under the sheets.

“Told you guys,” John B grins, “They needed some time alone together,”

As they all shuffle back to the living room what they didn’t see is.. just moments later..

JJ shuffling, peeking an eye open as his strong, toned arm brings you closer to him. He smiles at you, his sleeping beauty.

[asmutwriter]

Just A Woman (Part 1 Section 3)

DESCRIPTION: After your weekend with the Bridgerton family you go back to your usual living. Bumping into a familiar face whilst at work

A/N - I have condensed partr 1 (which you can find here) into 4 smaller chunks so that you can have a better reader experience

Part 1��| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

WORD COUNT: 2819

From beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of prostitution, time period sexism, mentions of sex work

DISCLAIMERS

- I wrote this in my knowledge of sex workers and I am truly sorry if I got it wrong and/or is offensive, that is not what I wanted to do and I’m sorry if that is the case

-  This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

The next morning you awaken late again. You get dressed and go downstairs. After you have had breakfast you go to find Violet. You bow to her slightly as you see her “Lady Bridgerton. I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could have your help. I’m not fully acquainted with balls and I am unsure of which dress to wear” she smiles and looks at you

“My dear, I’d be happy to help you” you both go to your room, showing her your dresses she picks out the prettiest one for you. Holding it up against your body “Yes this one. The colour will suit you just fine” she smiles and lies it on the bed “get dressed about 10 minutes before it starts. It will ensure your dress stays as nice as it can be for when the guests arrive” you nod and smile at her, bowing as she leaves the room. You go over and gently trace the fabric of the dress.

The day seems to take longer than normal as you pace around the house. Anxious about tonight. You get dressed into the gown, one of the maids helping you do up your corset and put the dress on. You walk out to see all the Bridgerton’s and John waiting for you. You smile and go over to John. You see him put a finger up “I have something I want you to wear tonight. A gift from me to you” he turns and takes out a box. Opening it he reveals a beautiful necklace. The colours matching perfectly to your dress.

“Holy shit!” you cover your mouth. He tries hard not to laugh as do some of the Bridgerton siblings. He picks it up from the velvet box, 

“May I?” you nod as he places the piece around your neck. You lightly trace the jewellery. He smiles as he watches your face beam with joy as you hug him. Pulling away and straightening your dress again

“How do I look?” you twirl

“Beautiful” he takes your hand and kisses it

“Good. That was the correct answer” he laughs as he excuses himself momentarily. You see him go over to the older Bridgerton boys but you are too busy talking to Daphne to take into account what he says. That’s when the first guests start to arrive. You hide in the corner of the room, watching as the men and woman dance away. All beautifully choreographed. You have found yourself at a buffet table, indulging in the grapes there. Colin walks over to you

“Are you not going to dance?” you shake your head

“If I dance I fear I may fall over and make a complete fall of myself” he nods as you hear his name being called. You turn to see a young ginger haired girl approach you. You smile at her and bow slightly.

“Colin have you seen your sister? I’ve been trying to find her but I haven’t had such luck”

“No I haven’t Pen. I saw her earlier but not recently” she nods as she looks at you and smiles

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure. I’m Penelope”

“I’m Isabella” she bows her head slightly to you as she looks at Colin. You see complete admiration in her eyes as she looks at him. You see a similar look when he meets her gaze. 

“I believe the next dance is starting” you say “It’d be a shame for you to not show off such a beautiful dress miss” you smile at the young girl. Nudging Colin “I would take her to the dance floor but it is not proper. Would you do me the honour of taking this beautiful girl for a dance?” he chuckles and offers his hand, you smile as she takes it and they head off. A few moments later you are met with Benedict. You look at him and offer him a grape to which he turns down. You pop it into your mouth as you watch the couples twirling and dancing. “What did John say to you earlier?”

“What do you mean?”

“He said something to you and your brothers earlier this evening. And I haven’t seen him tonight so I wondered what he asked you” you can see him about to go and change the subject but you interrupt him beforehand “if you don’t answer me I will ask your brothers. If they don’t answer me I’ll ask every single person at this party until I find out where he is” you smile at him innocently

“He said that he has an urgent meeting with someone so he will attend when he is free. He asked me and my brothers to keep you company and make sure you feel welcomed here” you nod and eat another grape

“Are you not going to dance?” he shakes his head “Why not?”

“No one here I’d like to dance with” you nod and look around “do you not want to dance?”

“I would but don’t you have to wait for someone to ask you?” you look at him as he nods. He puts his hand out for you to take

“Will you do me the honour?” you smile and take his hand. Letting him take you to the dance floor as he smiles at you, telling you the basic steps as he takes the lead. After the dance you bow to each other and go back to where you were standing. An older woman comes over to you and smiles

“Hello my dear. That dress and necklace is amazing”

“Thank you ma’am” you nod slightly at her in appreciation. She smiles

“Your dancing is amazing as well. It looked like you were having lots of fun” you nod and smile

“Oh it was great. I did nearly piss myself from excitement though” she looks shocked at your words but then laughs slightly. You look at Benedict who is also trying not to laugh at your words. “Where do I get a drink?”

“I’ll go get you a lemonade” you nod and smile as he walks away, leaving you with the woman. John’s mother walks over to you

“My dear. Why don’t you show Lady Danbury here your singing skills?”

“Oh no I couldn’t possibly-”

“I insist. It is my son’s ball so he will be happy for you to show your skills” Benedict walks over and gives you your drink. You take it 

“Thank you” you smile but lean closer “save me”

“Come on my dear” she goes over and calls out “everyone. My lovely friend Isabella will be singing a song for you all” she looks at you. You tighten your grip on your drink

“Fuck it” you murmur and take your drink as a shot. You walk over to one of the instruments the band is playing “May I?” he nods and allows you on it. You start to play a few notes, thinking of words to sing. You start to sing, your voice filling the now quiet hall. Afterwards they clap for you

“How would people like another song?” you shake your head

“Oh no I-”

“Go on, sing for us some more” Johns mother says. You catch eyes with Benedict who mouths ‘go on’ at you. You glare at him before nodding slightly and playing the instrument again you start to sing words. Everyone claps again and you bow slightly. Going back over to Benedict

“Amazing performance there” you playfully hit his arm

“Hush. How much longer before I can take this dress off and wear something less damaging to my organs” he laughs slightly “I’m serious. I think my torsos gone numb. Plus I’m overheating. I feel a little like a lobster in a pot” he laughs again, making you glare at him but smile.

“I think it’s about an hour or so longer to go”

“Fucks sake” you say just as Lady Danbury walks over to you again, raising her eyebrow at your as she overhears your swear. You smile at her and bow slightly “m’lady. Pleasure to see you again”

“You have quite the excellent singing voice. Where do you hear the songs you sing?”

“Oh I make them up as I go. My friend always told me I have a good ear for musical notes”

“Yes. The words though my dear. They really speak to the soul do they not?” you nod and smile at her

“I have to admit, my other friend reads romantic novels constantly and I always mock her for it. Tending to make up soppy words on the spot to make her embarrassed” she laughs at your words

“Makes sense my dear. She is lucky to have a friend like you” she smiles as she leaves. You look at the Bridgerton brother

“Was I ok?” he nods

“You were great” he takes a sip of his drink “I think she may be quite fond of you” that is when Eloise and Penelope walk over to you. Penelope watching Colin fondly from the other side of the room. Eloise looks at you 

“Danced with any men yet?”

“Only your brother. No one else has asked me to dance” she nods “have you two been in a dance yet?” they shake their heads. You look around, seeing if you can find a young man to dance with any of you. You make eye contact with someone who looks at you intensely. You break eye contact but before long he walks over to you four. 

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he looks you up and down

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else” you smile at him. He looks at your eyes and grins

“No I know you. You work in that little place down the road. What’s it called? You know. The place with the who-”

“Yes Mr Bridgerton I would love to have another dance” you say as you take his hand and go to the dance floor. You see the two younger girls try to ask the gentlemen questions but he dismisses them both and walks away.

“Where do you work?” you shake your head at the question.

“That is not relevant. And now is not the time or place to ask me” you smile at him slightly, meeting your eyes. 

The rest of the night goes slowly. But the following day goes by quickly when it is soon the evening and you must go. You are surprisingly sad to say goodbye to all the Bridgerton’s and John. But you make your leave, them driving a carriage back to your place of work. John allowed you to keep some of the dresses he leant you, noting he left you the money in one of the gowns. You get out of the carriage, walking home from the brothel. You open the door to your small and quiet house. 6 young girls running and hugging you. “We’ve missed you so much” they all start telling you about their days. You nodding and smiling at them all, knowing you must retire to bed soon as you are tired. The eldest notices

“I’ll put them to bed. Go and have a bath and go to sleep” you nod and do what she says. Falling asleep, memories of the past few days filling your dreams. The next morning you are awoken to find all the younger children crawled into your bed. You hug them all before leaving and getting dressed, going about your morning duties before they wake up. Once they have all awoken you all have lunch together and they go and play in the garden apart from Daisy who is sitting down reading a book. 

“Not more romances I hope”

“This ones more a psychological book”

“Does the girl and the guy end up married at the end?” she nods “Then it’s a romance” she rolls her eyes at you as she places the book down on the table.

“Tell me about the ball. Was it as good as we always thought it’d be?”

“Honestly, it was better. I felt like a queen the whole evening”

“What was the food like?”

“Delicious. I managed to swipe a box of chocolates from them” you go over to your still unpacked bags and grab out a tray of unopened chocolates, showing it to her before putting it in a high shelf so the younger ones couldn’t reach it. You pull out one of the dresses and show her “I was allowed to keep 3 dresses as well. I picked the 3 prettiest ones” she goes over and touches the fabric. Letting her look at it you look at the clock. “I need to go to work. I won’t be long. I need to let them know I’m ok and home safely” she nods as she admires the other 2 dresses. You hug her before leaving. 

Getting to your work place and entering it was a weird experience. You were so used to seeing people being prim and proper that it now seemed shocking to you for people to be grinding against each other half naked. You go and meet your friend who hugs you, cigarette in her hand “Isa! You’re back! You weren’t murdered” you shake your head as you get dressed into your working clothes. Some high stockings, a short skirt and a low cut corset. 

“Honestly I’m glad to be back”

“Oh was no one hot enough for you to get your freak on?”

“Not that. More they were all too pristine so they wouldn’t dare even look at you in the eyes incise it caused pregnancy” you laugh as you bid her farewell and go out into the crowd of people. You go over and sit at the bar, ordering yourself a drink. A few minutes pass and you feel someone sit next to you. You take a sip of your drink before turning. “Hey ther-” you see Benedict sitting next to you, ordering a drink before he turns to you. A slight shocked expression. You look away “I’m sorry I must go” he takes your hand quickly

“Isabella?”

“I’m sorry you must have me confused for someone else” you continue to look at the ground. He tilts your head up slightly by your chin. Meeting your eyes with his

“Why are you in a brothel?”

“I could ask you the same thing”

“I think mine is a more obvious reason”

“And mine isn’t?” you motion at your clothes as he looks at your body. You see him shift slightly in his seat before looking at you again

“Why are you working in a brothel?” he whispers. You look around, grabbing his hand and taking him to a private room and shutting the door

“I told you I worked. You seem surprised”

“I am surprised”

“Why? Is a girl not allowed to make money of her own? Is she not allowed to express her sexuality like how men do?”

“You are. I’m just surprised to see someone who seemed so shy to even look at a man working in a place where her job is to have sex with them” you turn red at his words. “How long have you worked here?”

“About 3 years” you look away from him as he nods and sits on the bed. “So John...?”

“He payed me. But don’t tell him I told you. Shit. Why are you here?”

“Although John is going back tomorrow and his mother is also leaving today they said that we could stay in their house for a week. Have a family week away”

“So you’re here because?”

“Because it is difficult to find a woman out here, if you must know” you chuckle slightly 

“You’re right. I can go get you one of our lovely ladies if you’d like?”

“I umm, I’d quite like to just stay in here and talk to you. If you’d be ok with that?” you nod slightly and go and sit next to him on the bed.

“I can’t be long here. I promised my friend I’d be back home soon. I said I’m only coming here so that they know I’m ok” he nods and looks at you

“Why don’t we go back now?”

“What?”

“I want to chat. You want to go home. I might as well come with you, right?”

“I’m flattered but I don’t know if my house is up to your kind of requirement” he shrugs and stands up, holding his hands out to you

“I don’t care. I want to see where you live” you nod and let him help you up. You excuse yourself and quickly get dressed into your normal clothes and then join him again. You both walk about a mile to your house. Once there you look at him, trying to judge his expression on his face as he sees your small house.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

[flyingmintbunny0]

Back by popular demand- What if More Archivist!Martin AU!!

Here's how the Hill Top Road roommates were born!

(If you can spot all the spiders in each panel, you have sharp eyes)

Get your context below the cut~

Ok, first off, I adore all the tags in my first post about this AU, they make my whole day!!! I'm so glad people latched onto the silly roommates especially, so I figured I'd show how Martin found them!

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Story (A bit of a prologue setting up The Web if you will):

CW: Spiders (but they are cute, I promise)

Martin was always a very isolated kid, he never made many connections with other people besides his mother. So when he came out to her after he'd turned 15, he had nowhere to go when she kicked him out of the house until he "came to his senses".

He wandered the streets, waiting until enough time had reasonably passed so he could go home and apologize to her. In the meantime, he found himself sitting on a park bench staring up at the swaying leaves on a nearby tree.

Then, he felt something crawling up his arm. And another something was creeping up his other hand. Looking down, there were two tiny spiders clinging to Martin, as if they were afraid he would throw them off. Which was ridiculous of course. Martin had always had a soft spot for little creatures and cooed to them softly.

"Hello little ones, where did you come from?" He giggled for the first time in... he can't remember how long, as the little critters waved their front legs in the air towards him. Martin wanted to believe they were trying to say Hi back.

Martin spent the afternoon distracting himself by watching the spiders roam around, crawling from hand to hand like an endless spider treadmill. They spun fragile webs between his fingers and Martin thought they were beautiful.

The sun set, but the two little spiders didn't seem keen to leave him, so Martin decided to bring them home with him. On the walk back, he came up with names that seemed suitable for each of them. If they were going to stick around, they deserved to be properly addressed. He thought about his favorite subject in school for ideas. They had just finished up a poetry unit and he was captivated by a few poets in particular. He looked down at the spider on his shoulder that had climbed up on him first.

"You seem like an Oscar Wilde type," Martin gently poked at the spider. The newly appointed Oscar looked offended, like it could give a sarcastic retort if it was capable of human speech.

"As for you..." Martin paused at the second one. It was sitting in a fold of Martin's sleeve, but poked its head out nervously at Martin's attention. "I'm going to call you John."

John Keats wasn't an especially inspired choice, Martin thought. But he was his favorite author at the moment. Something about his sappy verses drew Martin in like a moth to a flame, or a fly to a web.

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Later, after Martin had settled into a long-term position at the Magnus Institute, London, his mother decided she wanted to be rid of him for real this time. She asked him to set her up in a proper care home, and left him alone in their apartment. Martin was neither financially nor emotionally stable enough to stay in the lonely apartment, so he left as soon as possible with his few belongings in tow.

Annabelle Cane found him. Martin didn't understand how or why for a long time. But he eventually assumed it had to be connected to his spider friends somehow. At least she was friendly enough.

Annabelle led him back to her house on Hill Top Road. And sure, he wasn't expecting to live in a house filled with roommates that kept worms and moldy food(?) in the fridge, or a barrel drum full of wax in the basement, or an attic coated from floor to ceiling in cobwebs. But where else could he go? It's not like he could live in the library at work.

Yeah, his new roommates were weird, but he soon realized that he liked them. They were rough around the edges, but he figured out ways to be helpful, to smooth them out. He painstakingly experimented to find out their preferred choice of tea, and even convinced them to join him for movie nights every weekend.

And everything was going well! Martin was enjoying his work in the library, and he actually felt stable for once in his life.

That is, until Elias Bouchard called Martin into his office one day...

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OK I didn't mean to write a whole fic for this picture, but I couldn't stop myself pffff

All of the spider talk is 100% @lelouchootori 's fault btw ;v; I just thought it would be cute if the lil spiders I was adding to Martin's hair had lore, and they said that the spiders should have names, so it really spiraled.

Another tidbit! After meeting Annabelle, Martin realizes that she can communicate with the spiders Oscar and John. This causes him to talk to them a lot more (even if he can't understand them), especially in his Archivist office. I have a very specific scene in mind to make this a full-on office comedy:

Martin: What do you think about this creepy statement, John?

Jon (passing by his office door): What? What did you say?

Martin: Oh, sorry, I wasn't talking to you Jon.

Jon: ???

[cr0ftisprocrastinating]

Hello, me again being just perfectly normal as per usual.

I just finished listening to your INCREDIBLE playlist for HDG, and it's... did I already say incredible? It is very incredible. Wildly eclectic in all the best possible ways. I was SO PLEASED to see Babylon Zoo and Kula Shaker in particular! (no Tattva though?? how dare you it was the first guitar solo I ever learned) Anyway it brought back many many memories, so please find them all enclosed lol

I'm on holiday and have LOTS of time to kill, so I have constructed a sectioned, annotated list ❤️

The Best Song

Reef - Place your hands

I think this might be the best song ever made in the 90s? It's lived in my head forever. APPARENTLY the lyrics are "place your hands on my hope" but I have been singing "on my hole" for so fucking long and I will not change now. Those are the real lyrics as far as I’m concerned. Anyway it’s so joyful!

Songs that people don't remember until they hear them

Suede - Beautiful Ones - The chorus definitely rings through Hermione’s head whenever a Slytherin walks into the room lmao

Supergrass - Alright - I feel like I heard this song every single day for a decade

Stone Roses - She Bangs the Drums - Their most pop song and holy shit its good

Ocean Colour Scene - Riverboat song - Not only amazing, but also the intro riff was the soundtrack to TFI Friday with that bastard Chris Evans (the other one)

Corner Shop - Brimful of Asha - Oh god this song hahah. Another one that was played so much it just became the general background noise of life

The Seahorses - Love is the law - I dunno if anyone even remembers John Squire had another band after the Stone Roses, but he did and this track was the only song of theirs I ever heard but it was enough that I remember them

Catatonia - Mulder and Scully - Is there anything more 90s than the X-Files?

The Divine Comedy - Something For the Weekend - Inextricably linked with the above in my head for reasons I can't remember. Maybe just because they're both spooky??

The Mavericks - Dance the Night Away - The happiest break up song ever made?

Juggernauts of the era

I mean these need no explanation so I mostly haven't bothered, but Bittersweet Symphony was literally the sound of an entire generation (and the music video? Just walking down a shitty street, disconnected from everyone around him, singing about hopelessness while dressed all in black, barging uncaringly past people??? IT MEEEE lol). Also a reminder that Things Can Only Get Better was the Labour Party song when everyone thought Tony Blair would save us from the conservatives 🙄

Verve - Bittersweet Symphony

Oasis - Cigarettes & Alcohol

Blur - Girls and Boys

Pulp - Common People - 🎵 Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job 🎵

Prince - 1999

DReam - Things Can Only Get Better

Songs I don't think necessarily fit your playlist vibe but I remember fondly anyway

Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees - One of my faves, it’s so fucking depressing lol. “She lives with a broken man, a cracked polystyrene man” 🥹

Ace of Base - All That She Wants - My dad loved Ace of Base for some reason? Which was weird because he mostly just listened to Pavarotti

4 Non Blondes - What's up - Still find myself regularly singing Heeeeeeeeayyy yeaaaah yeaaah yeahhh constantly 

The Shamen - Ebeneezer Goode - E’s are good, gettit??? It’s such a blatant, smirking middle-finger to The Establishment that you’ve got to kinda love it, even if it’s fucking irritating to actually listen to hahah

Shaggy - Oh Carolina

Wet Wet Wet - Goodnight Girl - I did NOT listen to Wet Wet Wet. But my mum did, and this song was in heavy rotation, so I still know all the lyrics

And as this is an ask, I've prepared an actual question! Do you listen to music while you're writing? I can't, I get too distracted by the lyrics and I lose the ability to write words!

OK that's it I'm done have fun! <3 xx

Stars…your name is fitting because you are what?? HEAVENLY.

I will be adding all of these to the playlist tomorrow. Even if they don’t ‘fit the vibe’. The vibe of the playlist is - there is no vibe! It’s like what if Hermione and Theo bought every single weird mashup CD to occupy them in their little copy room, and therefore ANY and ALL bangers are welcomed hehe.

Re: writing to music - it depends on my mood! When I am struggling to get words down I definitely think it helps to focus me in the right ‘tone’. For NETG I used that miserable playlist a LOT lmao. Sometimes I get overexcited though and have to ‘dance around my room’ - a thing I have done my entire life and is not dancing at all, rather me hurtling from one end of my room to another, grinning madly as the made up people in my head do things I want them to.

I always try and convince myself I can listen to music while I study. This is always a lie. One day I’ll grow out of it, but not today

[meatmensch]

ok y'know what i'm just gonna post what i have so far. purple prose about dean and cas being so in love and cannibalizing each other under the cut

Dean is so hungry. He has been hungry for so, so long. His desire is strong. His lust, his love, his craving, his yearning. He wants, he needs - to consume. And it consumes him. Cas is all there is, all that matters. He needs to get to him. He needs to be closer, closer, closer. As close as he can possibly be. 

He is released. He runs to him. They grapple and cling, pulling each other's clothes, their nails kissing skin, blood blooming like roses in the spring. They kiss. It stings. The pressure between them bruises his lips, makes his teeth ache. It is good, he is deeply pleased, and nowhere near sated. They bite lips and tongues, hard and caring enough to draw blood. It's sweet, comforting. Give me more of this, he thinks. I'll give you more of myself, and you'll give me more of yourself, and we will share our love so completely.

Dean bears down on Cas's trapezius. He sinks his teeth into his flesh. Yes, he thinks, as they claw and moan. Yes, yes, yes.

Cas beggingly tilts his head back. He begs for connection, passion, sincerity. He begs and beckons and breathes heavy as Dean sucks at the blood dripping from his shoulder, gnaws at the raw flesh. It feels so good to be had. And it will feel so good to have.

He clutches the hair at the crown of Dean's head and pulls. He feels veins and tendons tear, sees the smeared blood on Dean's maw. He smiles. Redness clings to his teeth.

Beautiful, Castiel thinks.

Castiel smiles back, and leans down to dig into the top of Dean's pectoral. Nothing has ever tasted so sweet. Nothing has ever sounded so melodic as Dean's loud moan. 

Dean drags his hands through Cas's hair, rakes his nails down his skull. It stings like benediction, like wine, like love. It is love.

Dean moves his hands to Cas's neck, locks of hair held between his fingers. He presses firmly against Cas's skin, brings one hand to the wound, fondles it as Cas moves across his chest and takes another bite.

Share, Dean thinks. He grabs Castiel by his bloody jaw, the blood on his fingers adding to the beautiful mess. They kiss giddily. Dean draws the meat out of Cas's mouth - savoring, swallowing. He's still hungry, still so hungry. He bites a chunk out of Cas's bottom lip.

Thank God, they both think. Finally.

-

When Dean wakes up, he's in the back of the Impala, his head on Cas's lap.

Fuck, something hurts, is his first thought.

Holy fucking shit, is his second.

"Uh," he begins, looking up at Cas. "Hey."

"Hey," Cas says, cradling Dean's head. He smiles. "How are you feeling?"

"Like someone came at my tits with a lawnmower."

Cas chuffs. "I was deep under Famine's spell. I apologize."

"Yeah, well, I got a few punches in, too."

Dean brings his hand to Cas's cheek, gently brushing his thumb against Cas's bottom lip, where a scab is just barely forming.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

Cas continues to stare at him.

"Not exactly how I imagined our first kiss would go."

Cas smiles broadly, without even wincing.

"How did you imagine it?"

"A lot kinder. Less bloody. Maybe John Paul Young playin' in the background."

"When did you first imagine this?"

"Probably the first time we tussled with Famine."

"Oh?"

"I was jealous of ground beef."

"Well, no need for jealousy now."

Dean laughs. "No. Definitely not."

when dean rescues cas from the empty, it doesn't let them go without a fight. as a big "fuck you" it spits them out in '10, just in time for "my bloody valentine". they're smart, they stay the hell away from their younger counterparts, they just focus on trying to get home. but famine knows they're in town, and thinks, "oh, how delightful." he has his goons capture them and bring them to the diner. young cas is eating ground beef off the floor, old cas and old dean are being held by demons. and i mean like, held apart. they're sweating, shaking, pulling away from those demons with all their might. something's really goin' on there, but young dean don't know what. famine tells young dean, "that's one deep, dark nothing you got there, dean. can't fill it, can you?...you're not hungry, dean...but you will be." then he snaps his fingers, and the demons release old dean and old cas. they run to each other, embracing, kissing. and just like the couple at the beginning of the episode, they start to eat each other alive.

[phoniexrose02]

Vanilla Brown Pound

JJ Maybank x Black!Reader

Smutt❤️‍🔥🍃

You'd hardly been in town a week and you were already in some shit, Fuckin' Rafe...

"You know he could ruin your life right?" You look over to the blonde boy his wide smile catching your gaze." it's better than him pressuring that girl into something he can use against her later" you say finally lighting a blunt."You wanna Hit? You seem pretty cool" he quickly snagged it from you before sitting next to you in the sand."Your New Here, What brings you to this Dump?" You cross your Legs watching the Water Crash against the shore."heard there was a party thought i could meet some cool people, instead I made a Name for myself" He Nudges you slightly with a smile."But you did make a friend, JJ " he held out his hand the Blunt between his fingers. You smiled taking his hand."Y/n Nice to meet you"

The two of you kinda just hit it off after that Night. You'd Meet up at the beach where'd you'd just hang.

"Y/n/n did you see that!" John B was his best friend so of course JJ would invite you to watch them Surf." Of Course JBean!" You happily waved to the Boys.

"Hehe JBean..." JB gigged watching his Friend Blush like a Tomato."Shut up Man"

"She's Definitely feeling you Tho, I think you should go for it" He watched his Friend stare at you almost in a Trance."Your basically Burning Holes threw her" He sighed Swimming back to shore."I mean...You Bring her everywhere,Pogues Love her, I mean she smokes more than you the two of you are basically Made for each other" He watches you Flip threw your Book your Curls perfectly covering your eyes and small Joint hanging from your Lips.

"She's a Prize"

His attention didn't go unnoticed, you'd had a thing for the boy since he'd talk to you on that's beach.

"JJ... JJ!" Hm? "You wanna hit this or??" He plops down next to you snagging it from your fingers."I'll talk to you two later" you slowly get up stretching your limps."yea I think I should head out too" JJ let out a Sigh of defeat."Oh come on Y/n/n we barely hung!" You fold your beach towel thinking for a bit."Wanna come back to my place?" His face lit up like a Puppy "Sure."

He wasn't expecting you to lead him to a small Rv, You walk inside and he followed close behind."Welcome to my living Space Maybank" he sat on your floor still Chiefing your joint."you should have invited me sooner your Place is amazing it really fits you" You smile turning some Soft Music and sitting In front of him."I know This is my Home Away from Home it's good to have you here your the first to see my home"

Before the two of you knew it was Night and the both of you were Fried out of your minds."What are you thinking about?" You lazily ask him."Want me to be honest?" You nod and he shuffles a bit closer."I'm wondering what those beautiful legs would feel like around me" you Sit up and climb into his lap."What you down with the swirl now Pretty Boy?" His Sheepish smile made you Melt like Butter.

"Who said I wasn't Princess"

He sat up onto his Elbows finally sealing the deal with a kiss, Long awaited but satisfying. You Grind hips Earning a Pleased Groan from the Man."Don't start something you can't finish Babe" His Face was basically between your thighs before you could proper response.

Your legs quiver as JJ spares no mercy on your sensitive clit, he groaned happily as you pulled on his hair." Not yet pretty girl I'm not done with you yet" he sat up quickly pulling your body to the edge of the bed, you wrap your legs around him as he lined myself up."You sure this is ok?" You Grab a chunk of his hair pulling him down to your level "J if you don' fuck me right now I'm gonna lose my mind" he shivered at your words as you nibble on his earlobe, he slowly pushed in letting out a soft groan as he bottomed out in your walls.

"Oh fuck" he rest his head in the Croak of your neck as he began to thrust. You moaned quietly in his Ear, as he quickened his pace your vehicle slowly starts to shake."Don' stop J, I'm so close!" he bites his lip happy to obey your every need. He pulls you closer as he pounds into you using his Free hand to Rub at your Clit. You become a moaning mess as your nails Dig into his back your Release growing Near. Your walls squeeze him Tightly earnings a Loud Groan from Him as he spills his load into you. He lays on top of you as you both do you best to catch your breathe. He raised his head only to meet your gaze."That was Fuckin' Amazing" you giggle playful shoving him off.

"Oh you thought that was Good wait till I'm on Top~"

Bonus 🌹

"She fucked you up good" John B Laughed as the Pogues examined all the Hickeys and scratches. Pope ran his hand over his back in shock." You look like you faught a wild animal"

"Oh Yea, bet she's a real Wild Animal huh JBean?" JJ smiled proudly Shoving his Cackling Friend off the Boat.

🟧⬛

Tell me how I did :3

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- Step Son

"Good morning" I smile walking through the betting shop

"Mornin' YN" Arthur grunts

"Tommy in his office?" I ask walking over towards it

"Yeah said he's busy though" John states, tooth pick in his mouth

"He's always free for me" I walk into Tommy's office and close the door behind me

"What do you want?" Tommy says not looking up at me. I giggle at his rudeness

"Now is that any way to speak to your wife?" finally Tommy looks up to me

"Sorry, I have so much paperwork and people keep distracting me. Are you ok?" not many people hear the word sorry from Tommy, not many people see the soft side of him, but I do

"I wanted to talk to you about something" I sigh sitting down on the chair opposite. Tommy puts down his pen with a worried look on his face "it's about Charlie"

"Is he ok?" Tommy nervously says standing up "where is he? who is with him?"

"Tommy calm down. He's fine, I didn't mean to worry you. He's with Polly and Johns kids, which maybe is a concern for worry he'll be swearing like a sailer when he gets home"

"YN focus. What's going on?" Tommy frowns now leaning against his desk

"Oh year errr ok so. What do you want Charlie to call me?"

"Huh?" Tommy is very confused with my question

"This morning..." I take a deep breath "this morning while I was making his breakfast he called me mummy"

"Oh" Tommy crosses his arms "and you don't want him to call you that?"

"That's just it, I was so happy that he called me that, but... Grace is his real mum and I'm just..."

"His mum" I frown at Tommy now being the one confused "yeah Grace was the one who brought him in this world and I'm not gonna not tell him where she is when he gets older. Hell we probably should have this chat with him now, but your bringin' him up. He can have 2 mums eh? were you worried what I would say?"

"Yeah a little. We all know Grace was the love of your life, and if she wasn't... then I wouldn't..." I look down at my hands ashamed

"Hey look at me" Tommy lifts my chin up gently using it his fingers "I know you worry about if Grace was still alive if I would be with you, I can't lie to you and say no I would have left her because I don't know. But what I do know is that I love you just as much as I did Grace and if Charlie wants to call you mum then that's ok"

"I'm sorry, I know how hard it was losing grace and now here I am being jealous of her"

"It's ok. I don't know what this is like for you. That's why I want you to talk to me about this. Don't be scared if it'll upset me I can handle it. Why don't I finish up here and we'll go take Charlie to the park eh?"

"I'd like that" I smile at my husband before leaving his office

"That was a quick fuck" John calls out laughing

"Why does everything have be about sex with you?" I laugh with him

"John get back to work" Tommy walks out with his coat in hand

"I thought you had paperwork left?"

"Fuck the paper work. I want to spend my afternoon with my beautiful wife and very handsome son"

"Thank goodness Grace's genes came through" Arthur shouts. Tommy rolls his eyes taking my hand in his

"Work. The lot of ya"

Tommy and I walk down to the park holding Charlie's little hands. When we arrive at the park Charlie pulls Tommy and I to the swings

"Mummy can you push me?" I smile at Charlie

"Of course I can" Charlie sits on the swing and I go behind him and begin pushing him, the sounds of his giggles and laughter have me smiling as wide as I have ever before. I do love this child like he was my own

"I love you YN" I feel arms wrap around my waist

"I love you too Tommy"

[adventuresinobx]

You’re The View

John B Routledge x fem!reader

Summary: Another part in the kink series! So it turns out John B’s got a exhibition kink and he loves it when his girl rides his thigh 👀

A/N: So the whole point of this series for me was to push myself out of my usual comfort zone with my writing, so again this is a little bit different than what I usually write, but hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut smut smut, exhibitionism, thigh riding

You and John B had been together for some months now, you stuck on this *impossible* gold treasure hunt with him that had somehow led you both to the Bahamas. It was pretty here, sunsets over the ocean and the beach, posh hotels and everything else. But you both being Pogues - and on the run - you didn’t really get to experience all these things the same way these Island folk did, as much as you wanted to.

You two had managed to sneak into a nice hotel room, with a balcony overlooking the bright blue waters. You’d also managed to grab a shower now and were finally feeling less gross now. You pulled the towel around your body and headed out to the balcony where your boyfriend was sat shirtless on a chair, looking out at the sun setting in the distance.

“Told you it was beautiful,” he said, his arms opening for you to come and sit down on his lap. Your hair was wet but he didn’t mind, wrapping his arms around you instantly and holding you close. You had been on a bit of a whirlwind romance with John B; you hated each other, fell in love and nearly died looking for treasure and now here you were with him in a sun-soaked country.

He was quiet for a moment before a surprise sentence came from his mouth. “Have you ever had sex on a balcony?” You looked at him and snorted.

“Babe you were my first, I thought you knew that,” you said through a laugh and he suddenly realised how dumb his question must of sounded.

“Ok let me rephrase, would you have sex on a balcony?” Your ears pricked up at the idea. John B had definitely made you more adventurous and you were willing to try anything new for him. Actually, the two of you had been quite exploratory as of late. There was sex in the Twinkie, multiple times, sex in a hammock outside his house, and don’t get you started chatting about how he’d started this new rough and dominating thing that you REALLY were enjoying exploring. Things had got adventurous, yes, and not just in the treasure hunt sense.

“Cos I mean all I’m thinking about is fucking you on this balcony, where everyone can see,” he said, licking his lips. You looked around. There were a few high rise hotels nearby and other balconies, not less the one next to you. Yes anyone really could see.

You bit your lip at the thought, considering your options as John B snaked his hand up and under your towel, his fingers moving slowly over your thigh. He brushed his thumb over your inner thigh, before pushing his hand back a little so it “bumped” against your core.

“Feels like you like the idea,” he said, noticing you were getting wetter by the second - and not from the shower. “So I’m game if you are. I’d love to fuck you over that balcony, make everyone watch you cum.” Your hips jolted at his words and the gravelly tone of his voice. You knew you couldn’t say no now, you wanted this as much as he did and he couldn’t wait to show you a good time.

“Come sit here beautiful,” he said, dragging his teeth along his bottom lip as he tapped his thigh. Another thing you, and him, were into - thigh riding. You mounted his thigh, lifting the towel up to be around your waist so he could feel your soaking wet core on his skin. He grabbed the towel, lifting it up and exposing your bum as he smacked you playfully. You gasped at the feeling, slowly starting to rock your hips and drag yourself across his muscled thigh. He tensed with every movement, which only added to the pleasure he gave you.

You moved expertly, rolling your hips over his thigh as you got yourself off. He was so taken by you that all he could do was sit there and watch you grind yourself onto him. As your movements became more intense, the towel around you started to fall off. You initially tried to cover yourself back up, but with a little bit of encouragement from John B, the towel was tugged off and dropped to the floor. You were now completely naked, on the balcony where anyone could see you.

“Feels so good,” you whined, groaning when he smacked your ass with his hand. Once, twice, three times, each one getting harder. You kept rolling your hips, only losing that rhythm when the smacks came. He felt so good and the fact anyone could see you - you could hardly contain yourself and you were so desperately turned on.

John B lifted your briefly off his thigh so he could remove his boxers off himself and suddenly there was a change of position. He had you up against the side of the balcony, your naked body pressed against the cool glass and you leaning over.

“Good girl,” he murmured, smacking your ass hard and causing your body to slam into the glass of the balcony, “Now spread your legs for me. Show me - and everyone - how beautiful that pussy is.” You gasped at his words but did exactly as he said, moving your legs apart. He reached down and brushed his fingers over your slit from behind, feeling how wet you were already.

He gathered some of your slick on his fingers and tasted it, before pushing his fingers inside you. Two this time. “Bend over more,” he ordered and you did as he said, leaning over the balcony. “Does it feel good?” he asked. You didn’t respond. “How does it feel?” You groaned out before the words just spilled from your mouth.

“Feels so good,” you managed, your voice quiet.

“Can’t hear you. What feels good?”

“Feels so good when you fuck me with your fingers.”

“Louder.”

It was then you shouted it - at the top of your voice. And if anyone wasn’t watching, they could definitely hear you now. So turned on by it all, he pumped his cock a few times in his hand before he pushed into you from behind. You moaned out at the feeling, rolling your hips back against his as he filled you up. He pushed in you so deep that you felt he was tearing you in two. “Tell everyone how good it feels,” he said, slamming your hips into the glass with the force of his. You squeezed your thighs together best you could, only adding to the sensation he was giving you. “Such a pretty girl, look how bad you are being fucked like this on a balcony.”

“Fuck John B,” you screamed out, “Fuck me harder please. Give me more please.”

He wickedly bit his lip, so turned on by what you were doing and saying that he felt his dick twitch inside you. He didn’t even have time to warn you as he filled you up with his hot seed. He pulled out just before he shot the last load and it coated your core. You couldn’t help but touch yourself and taste his cum which was mixed in with your own.

“Baby if you want a taste, get on your knees and clean me up. I know you like that.” You nodded, getting down on your knees whilst he stood there proudly naked on the balcony, his cock still erect as you licked him clean.

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[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Alright, so it's done, let's see... First kiss wins!

Thirsty, thirst people (for a moment I thought Leash was going to win lol)

Ok, so here it goes! I'm putting numbers so you know chronologically which goes first, so it won't go in order. Under the cut I'll spoil the ones that also got votes just because, I feel generous today

I'll remind everyone again that the final titles won't be these! Also, rules where a sentence for each vote, but I think you'll forgive me if there are paragraphs or dialogues instead

4 - Fucking finally (they kiss for real)

''It can wait'' He replied, softly, staring up at her from his chair, keeping her standing between his legs. Patiently, feeling her cold fingers on his bare face, his hands brushing lightly her thighs, he took a second to just... look. To study every detail of her face, of her closed eyes, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration, the strands of her blonde hair that fell over her face, free from her braid, her lips slightly parted, the weariness and worry staining her cheeks with a pink undertone. Her scar, red and raw from rubbing it due to her anxiety.

To imprint it deep into his memory. He wanted that moment to be a memory he could recall forever. To feel forever. The way her fingertips felt, trying to feel if there was something broken in his scalp or face. Her eyelashes while she kept her eyes stubbornly closed, so as to not see his face without his permission, even after he had shed the balaclava to allow her to examine him just in case. She was so beautiful to him that it hurt.

He wanted to remember everything. He wanted to remember her. Perhaps to keep him warm on some of the worst nights of his life. Perhaps as a reminder that he was a man capable of love after all.

''Open your eyes''

7 - Leash (only dialogue without context)

''If I'm being honest, I've gotten kind of used to the idea of you being around''

''Oh, kind of used, are you now. You fucking tease. I should just run away with the first bloke that shows interest then''

''Not a chance''

''Is that so? Are you going to keep me on a leash then?''

''It wouldn't be the worst idea''

''Just make sure it's a pretty one, with a pretty collar''

3 - A wolf and a fixer

''Put him through'' Price grunted, taking a long, anxious puff of his cigar, feeling Ghost's looming presence beside him in the surveillance room. After six hours of not knowing anything nor hearing anything, at last Nikolai had contacted them.

His old friend's face filled the screen right away, with the knowing, dashing smile Price was so used to.

''John, my friend, good to see you''

''Cut the crap, Nik. Tell me you found her first''

''Let me show you'' Nikolai laughed, moving the small laptop so it would show what both Price and Ghost were hoping to see. ''Say hello, солнышко''

Riot looked back from her position at the window, a rifle in her hands, leaning against the wall. She looked tired, but her whole face lit up when she saw who was on the screen.

Nik turned the screen towards him again, smiling.

''I keep my promises, John. I told you I'd find her''

You lost her in first place. Ghost thought to himself, seething.

1 - Road trip

''Just... STOP insisting that this is a date, Gabi'' Christine huffed, trying to brush her hair in peace while Gabi chatted happily about her supposed date with Simon. ''We are going out to dinner because you two asked to have the apartment for yourselves. It's your own damned fault so LEAVE ME ALONE''

''If it's not a date why are you wearing a dress?''

''YOU FORCED ME TO BUY IT''

6 - Fluff and jackpot

''You had to...'' Simon repeated her own words back to her, his heart in his throat. His arm around her shoulders tightened, pulling her closer to his side on the park bench. ''I will not let you go. Never again''

''For fuck's sake, Simon'' Christine sounded exasperated. Looked exasperated, with her eyes stubbornly locked on his, unwavering. Her blue-grey eyes, which after all those months still sent a chill down his spine. ''It's not that you won't let me go. It's that you would need a fucking stick to keep me away from you''

''That better be a promise, lovie''

''It's an oath, cariño''

8 - Helicopter down - Bravo 6 and Wolf 7

''SHIT! I lost it'' Price grunted, looking around frantically, but he could only move his right arm, pinned below one of the helicopter's doors.

''What? What did you lose!?'' Riot's voice had a hysterical tynge, trying desperately to move from below the debris of the fallen helicopter. ''The pistol? The ammo? They're coming for us, you need it! I can't reach mine!!''

''My last cigar''

''We have been shot down, our pilot is dead, we are trapped in this fucking jamble of irons and you're worried about losing A BLOODY FUCKING CIGAR, PRICE!?''

''It was Cuban''

And the ones that didn't get any votes so get no sentences.

2 - An alley in Rota

5 - Shit ensues

writing poll tag game!

Thank you @mistydeyes for tagging me!

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got :)

Tags: @nrdmssgs @sofasoap @mockerycrow @deadbranch @rileyslibrary and anyone else who wants to participate (no pressure for the tagged ones!)

(I can be persuaded to spoil any)

Also, no titles are set yet, this is only descriptive of what happens

[coleaep]

HAMMOCK

Warnings:

Smuty, smut, smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, choking kink, sorta public, unedited.

I lay on JJ’s chest, listening to the waves on the beach out in the distance and the soothing sound that has always been my favourite. I followed his heart beat with my mind as my eyes got heavier and heavier from the relaxation.

JJ and I had been friends since 2nd grade. But since about 7th grade we had become a really clingy and flirtatious friendship. After realising we definitely both had feeling for each other, we starting dating since last year. The best part is my parents are on a business trip for about 5 years and I’m supposed to be staying at my grandparents house but they barley care where I am so Im basically living with JJ, John b and Sarah at the chateau.

As strange as it was I absolutely loved the smell of weed. It always reminded me of JJ and I obviously had huge feelings for him.

JJ had his arm wrapped around my waist, rubbing my stomach whilst his other was working his blunt. Every once in a while he would place soft reassuring kisses to my forehead, constantly telling me he loves me and it doesn’t take long for me to drift off to a heavy sleep.

—————1 HOUR TIME SKIP—————

I woke up so wet my cunt was numb. “Why the hell did I have a wet dream” I thought, groaning to myself. I looked up to see his beautiful blonde hair blowing from the calm wind brushing by. He looks back down at me and smirks. “Hey Teddy? Ya had a good dream huh?” I nodded, a pathetic pout spread across my face, realising he was referring to my uncomfortable wetness.

“Want some help baby?” “Please j” I whimpered unnecessarily, but JJ wouldn’t of minded as he loves my noises. He comes on top of me ridding him of his clothes.

I gasped. Seeing this boys body always turned me on. He helped me slide off my cotton blue shorts and one of his white shirts that were really big on my small figure. I had happily stole it this morning, without a bra and JJ was an absolute suck up because of it.

My breathe hitched, feeling his hard shaft bobble against my sensitive clit. “You like that don’t you teddy, baby? Like my cock hitting that glistening wet pussy?”. His words mad me a whimpering storm, clenching around nothing. I looked up at him, lips parted as any noises I made were always music to his ears.

And without warning he shoves inside me and I scream in pleasure, making JJ let out big groans. “Oh god, I love this fucking pussy. You take me so good cupcake”. I can tell he’s getting close not long after as his hand reaches up to grip my throat tightly. He slaps my sore cunt. “God daddy fuck!” “God cupcake your so tight baby girl”.

His cock smashes into my g-spot constantly, my voice cracking from all my screams. “Ohh shit, please, please don’t stop, I’m so close, harder!” “What to you say princess?” JJ groans, his movements very slightly slowing. “Please daddy, please harder, faster!”.

My pleas and screams were enough to make his hips snap forward. Two thrust and I was done. I came all around his shaft. I look down, still breathless to see my mix slipping down his tight balls.

“Cum for me daddy. Cum in my pussy baby. Soak it J”. His thrusts become sloppy and I keep up my whimpers, his pelvis non-stop hitting my pulsing clit. “Fuck!” He screams, shooting hot, long ropes of thick cum into my womb.

He then collapses on my naked body, his head snakes up in my neck and I brush my numb fingers all around his hot back and his cock stills inside of me.

“You ok? I didn’t go to hard di-” “j I’m fine. Can you just please stay In for a bit” “of course baby” “also j?” “Yeah teddy?” “You do know there’s going to be a mark on my neck tomorrow?” He pauses acknowledging that I was talking about him chocking me. “Well, I guess your staying home, in bed with me all day then” I giggle and he leans up and begins to tickle me and I burst out in laughter. I was different to other people. I loved being tickled by JJ. It always him showing his affection.

After he gave up he went back to laying on my chest. I pull up the cold blanket in the end of the hammock to cover our bare bodies.

I played with his blonde locks that looked beautiful from the golden sky and it didn’t take long for my baby boy to go to sleep, me following after.







[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it