#wrldofmyown

[wiinestories]

Xander & Polly || @wrldofmyown [ closed starter ]

The night unfolded as usual, with more clients flocking to the club for the weekend. Polly's shift ended, and she prepared to head home. Her apartment, conveniently located downtown, was only a ten-minute walk away. Opting for a well-lit street, she embarked on her journey, her heels clicking against the concrete pavement. While she typically paid little attention to passersby, the unexpected presence of a strange man halted her in her tracks. His disturbing gaze sent a shiver down her spine, reminiscent of the unsettling demeanor often associated with serial killers.

At first, Polly assumed the man had stopped for some reason, so she attempted to walk past him on his left side. However, he blocked her way. When she tried to go around him on the right, he mirrored her movements. Suddenly, Polly felt a surge of fear as she realized he had drawn a pistol, her senses alert and her heart suddenly quickening its pace, while her breathing became shallow as adrenaline surged through her veins. She instinctively tensed and let out a gasp, her mind racing as she assessed the situation and searched for any possible means of escape.

“Don’t scream,” The male voice warned her, pointing the pistol at her. “There’s a car just across the street. Move,” His words were a command, ordering her to proceed to the car parked in the area. The gruesome thought of what could happen clouded her thoughts mixed with the fate that possibly awaited her if she compiled with the man’s request. As Polly moved towards the car under the menacing gaze of the armed man, waves of anxiety washed over her, crashing against the walls of her composure. Each breath felt shallow, as if her lungs were constricted by an invisible force, and her heart hammered relentlessly against her chest, threatening to burst through its confines. Her thoughts raced uncontrollably, a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty swirling within her mind. What did this man want from her? The weight of the pistol's presence bore down on her, its chilling touch sending shivers down her spine. Every sound around her seemed amplified, the distant hum of traffic and the faint murmur of voices only serving to heighten her unease. Her muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of danger, yet she felt powerless in the face of the looming threat. Despite her best efforts to remain calm, the grip of anxiety tightened its hold on her, threatening to overwhelm her senses. With each passing moment, the knot of fear in her stomach tightened, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed in the face of the unknown.

[insatiablemuses]

📸 !!!! for Juliette and Isaaa!! (i just had to 👀)

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

Having her only pick up to 5 was torture for her, but she managed 😂

@wrldofmyown

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown asked: ( • )( • )ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ) from baby Xan to Sel (this fits so well for them 😭😭😭)

Mid afternoon has hit and Selina is done with her classes for the day. She stands with her back toward her office door, honey orbs scanning through some paperwork that needed to be dealt with before she leaves. There's a knock at the door but she doesn't look up, and instead calls for the person to enter.

She doesn't need to turn around to know who it is once the door is shut and lock is set in place. Judging by the thud on the floor from a backpack being tossed down and fast paced footsteps, Selina knew exactly who had visited her.

A gasp seeps passed red tinted lips as large hands grope at her breasts from behind. Already she's melting into their strong frame, but she doesn't look up from the paperwork. Not yet.

"Did my baby boy miss me?" Her voice is like honey, smooth and rich as she coos.

[ofinfinitedreams]

Their moans mixed together permeated the room, and it was sexy as hell in her mind. His groans were music to her ears, and only spurred her on further as she rocked her lower half against him. He stretched her walls heavenly so as they clenched around him, as her body writhed beneath him.

Soft mewls and whimpers emitted from her throat, she could feel the lower stirrings start to rise as her breathing labored. Her eyelids fluttered at the sensations he caused. The feel of his strong hands upon her hips, as he thrust relentlessly into her wet core. The blonde felt him expand and release his potent seed inside her, as her walls milked him for every last drop. He pushed her over the edge as her orgasm hit her hard. Screaming his name in sheer ecstasy as her body undulated. Her eyes fluttered as she came down, Xander lazily thrusting into her still, and his digits rubbing her clit. “Hmm. Feels good. Making me tingly,” a soft giggle escape as she answered him in a post orgasmic haze. "I want more still," she murmured, as she was finding out she was insatiable when it comes to him.

Her moans mixed with his, the sound of skin against skin and feeling how slick Summer was, made him all the more aroused and desperate to make her cum. With the thin veil of sweat making her body glisten, her perfect breasts bouncing with each thrust and the way she watched between their bodies, and how she continuously clenched around him were pushing him closer to the edge.

When she asked him to cum inside her, that was it. Both of his hands held tightly onto her hips as he slammed her hips against his until his throbbing cock spurted inside her and he stilled, groaning as his cum filled her. After a moment, Xander began rocking his hips lazily and his thumb circled her clit gently. "Is it okay if I keep touching you, sweetheart?"

[wrld0fmy0wn]

🖤

[ofinfinitedreams]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Chloë

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: February 7th

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍: Aquarius

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5ft 5"

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒: Being lazy and a couch potato.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑:  Black, purple, blue

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊: LotR

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Bad Life - Sigrid ft Bring Me The Horizon

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 / 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖: White Collar

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃:Not read a book in years

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Movies and Television

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐑𝐋: One of my favourite Iron Maiden songs - Infinite Dreams

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: I have 38 tattoos.

tagged by:@isles-of-man

tagging: @wiinestories, @wrldofmyown, @huntrcssqueen, @byronlc, @vicletnight, @gctawaygirl, @charlie69 and anyone else who would like to do this :)

[elpida]

@wrldofmyown !

Eden had planned a little date night, she wanted to show him that she could make just as much effort to surprise him and make a little, quiet life with her.. just as appealing as the adventurous life of danger he knew. She wanted to convince him, give him a real reason, give him a million of them if it meant she got rid of that.. fear of losing him. Ever since he'd asked her about her worries, it lingered more, this idea that.. he might simply not come home one day. He'd go, and he'd never come home and there she'd wait, forever wondering where the love of her life went. She'd never know if he was dead or if he just... left. Did he know how much that'd destroy her? She'd never stop looking for him, she'd spent every day hoping that each bell jingling above her door when her back was turned, would be him coming home. Home, to her, that's what it came down to. She knew she loved Xander, that he loved her but she didn't realise the depth until that moment where she thought about him as being her home.

"Do you mind if I just slip away to the bathroom? I'll be two minutes." she smiled sweetly, and when she stood she looked even sweeter. Eden had started to grow her hair too, she'd kept it short for years out of.. honest fear over it being gripped and used against her again but with Xander? Well she was slowly getting over that fear, she knew she was safe with him. She wore a little sundress, a petite and dainty little thing, more obvious now that she slid off her cardigan and hung it across the back of the chair but that dress, it fluttered around her thighs.. it teased the imagination with each step, like it played on the mind that it might dare to flutter just a little higher. It was clinging around her tiny waist, tied in bows at her shoulders. It'd be so easy to get out of it. She slid away to the bathroom, and once in there? She slid off her panties and put them into her bag, waited a minute and went back out. She placed the bag at the side of the table, in his line of sight and sat with the most devilish smirk.

"Do you want to know a secret, my love?" she purposefully waited until he had a mouthful of drink, she wanted to knock him speechless. She made sure to hold his eye contact, she felt so devilish as she leaned across the table to whisper. "I don't have any panties on." she whispered, and then cast her eyes down to the bag where he'd see a glimpse of her deep green lace at the top of the bag. With that she leaned back and lifted her wine glass with an overly sweet smile.

[ofmythsandfables]

Doctors and nurses came in and out of her room, rushing around and shouting things at each other.

Scalpel! … Bind! … Losing her! … Clear! … Clear! … Clear!

They did their best, and did their best with keeping Xander as informed as possible throughout the process. One staff member noticed that he was also wounded and needed to be checked out, and spoke with Alfred privately about it. Alfred of course already took note of it but is appreciative of the nurse’s private suggestion.

Hours had passed then. Xander is still in the little waiting area across the hall from Selina’s room as the main doctor working on her comes over, a weary look on his face as he dabs at his glistening forehead with a rag. The man looked like he’d been through the wringer but he did his best to steady himself and talk with Xander.

“Ms. Kyle is steady at the moment.” He starts with. “We were able to operate, remove the bullet and patch her up nicely, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t come with its set of complications along the way…”

Taking the rag and dabbing at his neck, he sighs as he goes through the issues he and his team faced. “Her heart rate kept failing.. we found a bleeder we didn’t anticipate while operating.. oxygen levels almost completely depleted.. but luckily, we have gotten her to a steady state. She is lucky to be alive, to be perfectly honest. So now she is resting, and we shall be monitoring her closely, as well as the baby. Especially the baby, not knowing if there’s been any trauma caused to it. In the meantime, sir, I suggest you relax some. It’s been a rough one all around…”

@wrldofmyown

Everything was a blur and muffled as her body went into shock. The room seemed to spin and Selina had a moment of uncertainty as to where she was, she was so disoriented. She barely felt her body being moved or registering being spoken to, but her eyes zoned in on the man above her. The sweetest, deepest blue eyes she’s ever seen staring at her, petrified.

And suddenly, the pain kicked in, and her senses jumped into high gear. Acutely aware now and the pain shot through her body unlike anything else she’d felt before. It was so painful though that it was hard to breathe, to make any sort of sounds without the pain jolting through her.

Blood was everywhere. She could smell it, it was so potent. The only thing anchoring her from losing her shit was Xander talking to her, then shouting at Bruce. Selina never saw him so scared and it made her all the more uneasy in the situation.

“Ba…Baby boy…” She said through gritted teeth. A hand weakly came up to rest on his arm as she tried to calm him down. “Should'a kn-known you…wouldn’t list-listen…” Of course she would try to joke with him as she lie there bleeding out, but that’s just how Selina was.

The pain almost becomes unbearable and Selina feels herself drifting. Her eyes start glazing over and her speech become a little slurred. It’s so hard to keep her eyes open but she tries…

“At least y-you’re ssssafe…baby…”

And then, darkness and silence all at once.

@wrldofmyown

[wiinestories]

[ 🎼 ] + Polly&Xan ☺️👀

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 [ 🎼 ] + 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (𝟑-𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒) 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂. ||

Luis Miguel - Suave

Scorpions - Send Me An Angel

Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me

Young Miko - CLASSY 101

Lana del Rey - Cherry

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown asked: 👀 to steve from arlo uwu

He had been out training all day. Between running, boxing, lifting, whatever form of workout he could get his hands on, he did it. So naturally when Steve came home and after lowly announcing his arrival, he trudged to the bathroom and stripped away his beyond sweaty clothing.

The shower is turned on, a low heat would suffice him for now and just as he steps one foot into the shower, he hears the door opening. "Uh.." Steve stutters after turning to see Arlo staring at him. He blushes, despite the other seeing him with nothing on before... "I uh...I just needed a shower..."

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown

[elpida]

💕

I give youuu @wrldofmyown

Again someone I've adored since even being on my old blog :')

We scream about out muses so much in these dm's that it's second nature when i see something i'm like THIS IS THEM THIS IS THEM SCREAMING and tbh i am screaming because their writing? perfection, their muses? perfection, the love our muses have for each other? more pure than the sun on a clear day tbh.

I JUST KNOW I CAN SHOW UP ANY TIME LIKE *SO I HAD THIS THOUGHT* and the mun is that friendly that it feels completely fine to do that they're just LISTEN THEY'RE REALLY APPROACHABLE AND LOVELY AND IF YOU WANT TO WRITE WITH THEM YOU REALLY SHOULD IT IS SO WORTH IT also, love you lots thanks for putting up with my angsty ass <3 <3

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown asked: [ text — Rory ]: I had a dream about you last night. It was the best damn dream I ever had

[ Easton ]: Oh really? Sharing is caring, in case you weren't aware already...

[ofmythsandfables]

@wrldofmyown asked: "You're beautiful." (for Persie from her Grizzly, of course )

"There you go getting me to blush again!"

The goddess is lying comfortably, her petite physique outlined perfectly by the sheets. She smiles almost shyly as hands fly up to cover her face, pink tones growing more and more on her cheeks. It never failed that this man was able to make her blush on command, every time, no matter what.

"Stop making me blush and get over here so I can hide against you."

[wiinestories]

John & lsabella || @wrldofmyown [ closed starter ]

The Tarasov mob had long been a persistent thorn in John's side, a relentless adversary that seemed to haunt him at every turn. The memory of Helen's death, a wound that never truly healed, served as a constant reminder of the pain and loss he had endured. Her tragic demise had propelled John into a world of darkness and violence, forcing him to confront aspects of himself that he never thought possible. In the wake of Helen's death, John's perspective on life had shifted dramatically.

No longer content to simply exist in the shadows, John had embarked on a journey of vengeance and redemption, determined to rid the world of the evil that had taken his beloved from him. Meanwhile, Viggo Tarasov, head of the criminal syndicate, tasked one of his most trusted lieutenants, Yuri Zavorotko, with the crucial assignment of locating John and delivering his remains to him. This task came with an enormous compensation, serving as Zavorotko's biggest motivation. However, unbeknownst to Viggo and his men, John had secret associates within the Tarasov organization, allowing him to stay one step ahead. Now, John had set his sights on Zavorotko, determined to eliminate him and send a powerful message to his enemies.

This task required the assassin to travel to the vibrant city of London, specifically to the British Museum where Zavorotko was attending a charity event. Dressed in his signature black clothing, John Wick opted to wear sunglasses and tie his dark locks of hair into a small ponytail, hoping to blend in and avoid drawing attention to himself as he stalked his adversary. The charity gathered many affluent people from across Europe, possibly more than a hundred, which was a clear advantage for him and suited him to blend in easily. Once inside the building, John's gaze wandered over the paintings and structures held within, each one a relic of history. He couldn't help but appreciate the artistry surrounding him, even amidst the bustling atmosphere of the event. Busy locations like this weren't his preferred environment; he longed for the tranquility he had lost ever since becoming the target of relentless pursuit.

As he made his way to the center of the large room, John spotted his target with a young woman, but their interaction was far from amicable. The man seemed to be harassing her, and while John wasn't fond of such behavior towards women, he knew he couldn't risk being seen by his target when the element of surprise was his greatest weapon. He waited until she had been left alone and Zavototko had stranded far from her to approach her. After all, John easily read the woman’s reaction; she was shaken, upset and even terrified. Fucking asshole.

"Miss, excuse me," John began in a tone of voice that wasn't loud, but just enough for her to hear. "I couldn't help but notice what just happened. Are you alright?" Of course, he was playing innocent, and hoped she knew something about Yuri that he didn’t know.