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hanii-rose · 3 years

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Hi there! I would first like to say I’m a huge fan of both your art and your writing~ your posts make my brain release the happy chemicals ♡

If it’s ok I was wondering if I could request Garou with a shy s/o who works up the courage to surprise him by wearing lingerie?? (〃ω〃) only if you want to tho of course

tysm, ily!

✯Lingerie Fever✯

Garou × Fem!Reader

You stood in front of the pristine glass window of the only adult shop in your district, wishfully eyeing the beautifully assorted contents on the other side of it. The pretty little store mannequins stood proudly, in poses you could never pull off, wearing provocative attire, some adorning cuter variations while others had more sexy designs.

This whole situation was strange. People passed by behind you giving you strange looks as you wiggled anxiously near the store window.

You were too occupied to notice their stares, too invested in your own thoughts to care about your surroundings.

Your lover, Garou was out at work, earning a living for the two of you which left you home alone. With nothing to do but watch mindless television, you had opted to go for a little outing.

•••

You had gained an interest in intimate apparel on a lazy Monday, after your boyfriend had left for work and you stumbled upon a romantic advice blog while leisurely surfing the web on your laptop.

'How to Make Your Boyfriend the Happiest in the World!'

Having nothing interesting to do, you clicked on the link, intrigued by the title. The first few tips it gave were fairly ordinary.

'You can only touch a man's heart through his stomach!' or 'Men love complements on their hair and outfit'. Nothing too surprising came up, until you had reached the absolute end of the blog. Suddenly, you found yourself flustered at the blush inducing words on your screen.

'A man cannot resist a woman in erotic attire...'

That last little tip had sent you into a shameless daydream as you thought about it more and more. You? Dress up in sexy clothes for Garou? Was the room getting hotter or were you just overheating?

But the more you pondered on the shameless idea, the more it started to occur to you that the only time you ever dressed up for him was on Valentine's Day and even then it was just a cute dress or a pretty frock.

But nothing sexy...

•••

You squinted and stuck your tongue out, trying to read the price tags from outside of the store but had no luck. The numbers were way too small.

A clerk, while dusting inside the shop noticed your strange behaviour and ran over to open up the door. She watched you peculiarly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Uh ma'am, if you're looking for a set you should come inside. We have a lot to choose from!"

You jumped in surprise and frantically waved your hands in front of you, blabbing out no's.

"Ack- I uh, no no. It's ok! I was just looking!"

The shop lady smiled and gestured for you to head inside with her. Her brown bob bounced as she jovially explained.

"If you were looking, you were obviously interested. Come in and I'll show you some that'll really suit you!"

You gulped and hesitantly nodded, following the saleswoman into the store. Walking through the doors, your eyes landed on the exquisite bras and panties. You gasped quietly, unable to comprehend the sheer erotic beauty of all of them.

"A-a-are these...real?"

The woman chuckled at you, her hand coming up to stifle the noise.

"What a silly question! Of course they're real."

You scratched your neck, embarrassed at your naivety and lack of knowledge about erotic clothing.

"What's your name?"

You blinked a few times and shyly answered.

"O-oh, I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, how about you take a look around. I'll be right here behind the counter waiting for you when you're finished."

You shyly nodded, flashing her a small smile.

You took a deep breath, making up your mind.

'Ok Y/N! No more shyness! Just choose one you like! Garou will love it too...right?'

You shook your head and continued to observe the clothes.

A tall skinny mannequin with her hand on her hip, wore a black, lacy set, crotchless and sexy. A bit too sexy for you...

The one next to it, a shorter bustier dummy adorned a pink satin nightie, white lace around the edges but showed off too much cleavage at first glance. Whoa, that's a lot of exposure!

Another one that caught your eye stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight highlighting it's intricate features, obviously the most beautiful one in the store.

An adorable white baby doll two piece, satin bows and tulle flowers lined the tips, strings to tighten and loosen twisted up the front. Two innocent little ruffle crew socks came with the stunning set, perfecting it.

Your eyes sparkled in awe, your brain screamed 'this is the one!'

Your mouth agape, you eyed the pretty mannequin, looking for a price.

"This is your first time buying, isn't it?"

You broke out of your trance, turning to look at the saleswoman with a sheepish grin.

"Y-yes. I've never really had the um... interest in these sorts of things..."

"Ah, I see. Well, did you find the one you want?"

You nodded your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

You hesitantly pointed to the one you liked and spoke.

"I r-really liked that one. Is there one in m-my s-size?"

You could barely speak without stuttering, much too shy.

"Of course. You have good taste for a first-timer. It's pricey but worth it."

You took a deep breath and shakily asked for the price.

"That one's our latest model, inported all the way from (foreign country). It costs more than most of the other ones here."

You took in the information, still curious to see if you could afford it.

"It's 12000 yen. But I assure you, the price isn't the only thing that's high quality."

You slumped your shoulders, already defeated at hearing the cost of the pair.

"I-its so much for a bra and underwear..."

You whined quietly to yourself, dejected. Who would carry around so much money. You'd have to hit up an ATM somewhere, but the nearest one was four blocks away.

The day wasn't getting any brighter either and you'd have to be home before Garou to avoid any awkward questions about your whereabouts.

You sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"C-can I come back for this one next week?"

You bashfully played with your fingers while asking.

"Well, it's an exquisite piece, I'm not sure if I can hold it off for you for more than a day or two..."

She apologized but you assured her it was not an issue. Looks like you'd have to buy it earlier and hide it in your shared closet, at least until the time was right.

You had returned home a while back, changed into one of Garou's white t-shirts and began preparing for dinner. Garou had come home not long after you, completely oblivious to your little outing. You had decided against telling him, it would only lead to unwanted questions.

While stirring the curry pot, your thoughts went back to that stunning piece that awaited you in that lingerie store. It was so pretty, you wanted it now. Not just for Garou but for yourself as well.

As of now, Garou rested peacefully in your bedroom, so very tired from working so hard. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever met, well after you had gotten to know him.

To others he might look like a brute, scary and standoffish, but to you...

He was perfect. Flawed, but perfect.

Putting the lid back on and turning off the stove, you quietly made your way to where Garou slept, tip-toeing over and standing next to where he snored.

He looked so relaxed, it almost made you want to curl up next to him, but then nobody would eat that amazing beef curry you had prepared. You'd have to wake him up, you almost felt bad.

Nudging his shoulder with your hand, you tried pushing him to stir him out of sleep but he stayed snoring, turning around and hiding his face with his arm.

You internally groaned. This time you tried quietly whispering him awake.

"G-Garou... Garou, wake up."

He whined ruggedly, and shifted again turning back to you, still asleep.

"Don't you want dinner?"

He sleepily shook his head, too tired to verbally respond.

You rubbed your face with your palms aggressively. He's just so cute!

You looked at him with adoration, a gentle smile gracing your lips. He's not waking up anytime soon, might as well give him a little kiss.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you lowered your head downwards and placed a sweet peck on his cheek, giggling to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen to set the table and let your boyfriend sleep for a few more minutes.

You took out the silver forks and spoons, washing them and readying them to place on the dinner table next to the served plates of curry and rice.

"All this time we've been together and all ya' give me is a kiss on the cheek?"

Came a familiar voice, deeper than normal.

"O-oh, Garou! You surprised me..."

You whispered shyly, clutching the silverware closer to your chest.

"D-dinner, I mean... I made curry for dinner."

"Sit, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Garou seated himself down onto his usual chair and waited for you to completely get the table ready.

"That colour. It looks good on ya'..."

After shakily pouring water into Garou's jug and your cup, you finally took a seat, straightening yourself out.

"Thank you, Garou..."

You thanked, happy that he thought you were appealing.

"How was work?"

Garou shrugged, same old, same old.

"And you? What'd you do?"

You played with your food, pushing the curry around with your spoon, cutely shrugging, not speaking one bit.

"Yer' actin' awfully weird. Somethin' wrong?"

You shook your head and gulped nervously, shifting your line of sight from his face to your plate. Clearing your throat, you took a large spoonful and chewed, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Yer' so cute..."

Garou's voice retained its deep pitch, possibly becoming even lower than before.

"Ya' know, I just woke up so I ain't fallin' asleep anytime soon..."

You swallowed the mouthful and tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Garou raised a brow, smirking.

"We could..."

...

After the realization of what he actually meant hit you, you snorted while taking a sip from your cup, falling into a coughing fit in your seat. As soon as the coughing stopped, you spoke, surprised at his suggestion.

"W-what? I-ok, uh..."

"We don't need'ta if ya' dont wanna..."

You calmly shook your head and reached over the table, placing your petite hand over his.

"N-no, I mean we can... that sounds, that sounds good..."

You bashfully confirmed, smiling, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, start chewin' faster cus' once I'm done, there won't be any time to finish yer' food..."

Your flushed, your body becoming hot as you fidgeted in your seat.

You took a deep breath of air before pushing open the glass doors, entering the building.

That morning, after Garou had gone off to work, you picked up your keys and your purse, running to the bank to withdraw just enough money for the lingerie piece you liked.

Today, you were going to buy it!

You had been prepping yourself up for it since last night, thinking about how much better the night would've been if you had worn something like that. Not that it wasn't amazing without it, it was. With Garou, it always was, but you wanted to contribute to his pleasure too!

You spotted the woman from before and slowly walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

She looked up from her leaning position over the cash counter, took out her earbuds and cast you a knowing look.

"So, you're here for the set I presume?"

Nodding, you fidgeted, shyly smiling in excitement.

"Thought so..."

The woman led you to the changing rooms and you followed.

"So your partner, what're they like?"

"W-well, he's very strong and cool..."

You shyly twirled your hair, while walking, going deeper into the store.

"And...he's really handsome and c-cute."

"He's also smart... sometimes..."

The saleswoman chuckled and halted in front of the changing room door.

"Sounds like a catch."

You chuckled softly. Yes, yes he is.

"I'll bring some sizes and colors over, tell me which one fits best and we'll pack it up, kay'?"

"Thank you. You're so kind..."

"Don't mention it."

The woman promptly left to go fetch you every variation of the babydoll set, and you excitedly tried on each one.

After going through what seemed like thirty different colours of the same piece, you finally found one that suit you just right, and it was in a colour Garou actually appreciated you in.

You absolutely loved it!

You stood near the register, happily paying for the lingerie. The woman proceeded to securely pack it for you, chuckling at your eagerness.

"Stay confident in this piece, it really suits you!"

She pumped you up, giving you a boost of confidence that you really needed. This feeling was so amazing, like nothing could ruin your day!

It was so empowering!

Is this how men feel?

Vigorously bowing, you thanked her for her service and enthusiastically pushed open the shop doors, exiting the establishment.

A couple of days had passed since you had purchased the fine piece of clothing, hiding it meticulously at the very back of your closet, where Garou could never find it.

You contemplated whether tonight was an appropriate time to wear it. It was a glorious Sunday and Garou had come home an hour ago from mingling among his colleagues. The boys had held some get-together today and he was invited, acting as if it was something dreadful but secretly, you knew he was excited to have friends.

Garou laid under you on the bed, sprawled out, taking up most of it. You laid on top of his chest facing him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.

"Garou, did you have fun with your friends today?"

He gave a single affirmative nod.

"What did you guys do?"

He shrugged, explaining bluntly.

"Sat around with a case of cola at the bridge..."

"Had a drinking contest, which I won."

Obviously.

"No one can finish five cokes in ten seconds like you can."

You could feel Garou smirking as his arm around your waist got tighter and his free hand came to squeeze your cheek.

"You know it, sweetheart..."

He left an airy kiss at your temple and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I missed you a lot today."

You sheepishly admitted, burying your face into his chest, revelling in his scent.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya' either..."

✯✯✯

You lifted your head to face him, interested in what he had to say.

"Believe me when I say I was itchin' to come home..."

Oh, his voice just lowered in tone. You gulped.

"All I could think about was you under me."

"Y-you're just saying that!"

Garou chuckled, his chest shaking under you as he did so.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you like teasing me!"

He snickered, pulling you into a make-out session, tongue and all.

Before things could get too heated, you sat upright on his belly, hands pushing on his chest to keep him down.

Now would be the perfect time to show him the lingerie...

"What's wrong! Not feelin' it today?"

You shook your head and carefully got off of him. You opened up your wooden closet, slipping out the plastic bag that contained the special clothes.

Garou quirked a scruffy brow, confusion evident on his chiseled face.

"What the hell are ya' doin?"

You didn't answer. He'll find out soon enough.

"W-wait here, please..."

Garou obeyed your timid command and waited, sitting up at the edge of the bed, hunched over.

A considerable amount of time had passed and Garou pondered on whether to go look for you. What's takin' so long? Did you faint or somethin'?

You stood in your bathroom, adorning the dazzling lingerie, checking yourself out in the tall standing mirror. You thought you looked pretty good. You hoped Garou would appreciate you too...

Heaving out a nervous sigh, you anxiously strode back to your bedroom, stopping in front of the doorframe.

Garou heard your shuffling footsteps and looked up, eyes going from bored to shocked in a matter of seconds.

"Wha-what's all this?"

His voice sounded light, fluttering almost. His eyes stayed wide and shimmering and mouth hung open. Garou's cheeks began turning warmer, a darker shade than usual, catching your eye.

You shyly fidgeted near the door, fingers nervously twiddling in front of you.

A smile graced your features and Garou outstretched a hand and you placed your palm in his. He pulled you closer to him to see everything in better detail. You stood in front of his seated form holding his hand.

"I, I thought you'd like it so I..."

You murmured softly, glancing at his face to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I do. Ya' look...."

He bit his lip, looking you up and down. His free hand circled your hip, admiring the intricate lace that hung around your panties.

"...I can't say."

His hand glided over your stomach, fingers wrapping around the cup of your designer bra.

"Feels so good to touch."

You turned warmer, shuddering at his fluttering brushes.

"I-I want you t-to touch me..."

A meek sigh left your lips as he squeezed and rubbed your breast, his other hand keeping you still by your thigh.

"C'mere."

You gently sat down next to him, the mattress springing as you did. Bringing your fingers to his lips, he kept his nose pressed against them.

"This is a dream..."

"Yer' a dream..."

Garou's eyes watched as the netted flowers at the edge of your bra tickled your skin. He observed curiously, your movement, the shudders and mewls as he held your shoulder closer to him, squeezing and massaging your chest.

Your own fingers glazed over his semi-erect bulge and Garou groaned in satisfaction.

"It's been so long since we last did it..."

His statement prompted a chuckle and you replied.

"It's only been a few days..."

Garou's cheeks darkened even more and he wittily responded to your claim.

"A few days too many."

He kissed your neck, slowly trailing downwards until he reached your exposed shoulders, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Yer' too much for me."

He expressed everything lightly, his voice a mere whisper in your ears.

But, as if a switch had been flipped, his personality suddenly no longer remained tooth-rottingly sweet. Instead, emerged a growl from his throat, after which he let the most obscene words leave his mouth.

"Yer' tits look so good that way..."

He kissed the exposed surface of your breast, his eyes immediately darting to yours to capture your reaction.

You sighed in pleasure, his kisses and touches becoming more lewd each second.

Now, he sounded serious and much more domineering.

"Damn, those panties are too small for yer' ass!"

You took everything with humility, accepting his shameless complements.

It wasn't until his last statement that you felt really embarrassed.

His voice commanded you, instructed you deeply and slowly.

"Now, get on that bad and don't move until I get back with the camera..."

✯✯✯

Safe to say, Garou was really pleased with you that night. The two of you had gone at it till the break of dawn and now laid peacefully in each others embrace. Garou had stopped at nothing last night, having you so close in the clothes you were wearing just for him.

He had thought you looked absolutely ethereal in that babydoll piece, looking so innocently sexy. It was enough to keep him going for hours without end.

The two of you had definitely explored each others intimacy that night, broke some limits but enjoyed each other nonetheless.

After that experience, Garou demanded more and you happily provided. He couldn't get enough of you.

••End••

Bonus:

Garou carefully eyed the extravagant sets of garments lined up in front of him, some bolder and some more modest, all with different patterns and sizes. Holding a plastic bag containing your tasteful set of lingerie, he treaded deeper into the shop to look for a new one for you.

He wondered which one would suit you, pondering on the idea that you would want a sexier variation this time.

The establishment he walked through was the only one in his city, a rather renowned one at that. He didn't even know a store like this existed where he lived.

For now, he remained confused on which one he should get. They all seemed good and he thought virtually anything looked good on you. He was so lost in thought, it took him a while to notice someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

A saleswoman stood behind him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, got anything like this but in this exact size?"

She asked him familiar questions about his lover and he answered shortly, somewhat annoyed at her prying.

The woman smirked, showing him almost all of the lingerie that the store had, especially the ones that would look good on you.

By the time Garou was done looking through everything, he had already found one he really liked and was in the process of purchasing it at the front desk.

The same woman kept a constant smirk on her face while scanning, removing the tags and packing the clothes up.

Garou hurriedly thanked her and pushed open the front door of the store, ready to depart.

Just then, a voice from behind him spoke out, making him turn his head with surprised eyes and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks.

"Say hello to Y/N for me!"

_________________________________________

Ahhh, finally it's out. Now, I sleep. Nah jk I have other ones to finish ಥ‿ಥ

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tuffduff · 4 years

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My Path to You (Slash x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Slash x younger!Reader

Words: 2,300 (OOPS)

Request: anon! : “hi there! i was hoping you could write a modern!Slash imagine where there’s a considerable age gap (whatever you’re comfortable with) and the two of them meet and fall for each other. eventually slash wants to ask the reader out on a date but is super shy and nervous but she says yes and then they go on a date and it can end however you want it to.”

A/N: MY FIRST SLASH REQUEST Y’ALL!! And I do be nervous writing it lmao. This is entirely from Slash’s POV, I’m not sure if people like that kind of thing but it’s a different way to explore writing. There’s a little coffee shop in my area that has a picture of Slash on the wall, so that was inspiration too. Hope y’all enjoy, thank you for the request! 🖤

What now? It was a question Slash asked himself nearly every day, now that he was newly single. That was a new feeling, one he wasn’t expecting now at this stage in his life; wasn’t he supposed to be married and settled and happy and all that shit by this point in his life? He brushed off the notion, after-all who gave a fuck. He wasn’t a conventional guy. Life is as it happens. But he’d be lying if he didn’t say the idea of getting back out there again intimidated him.

Slash kept to himself in his own world, for the most part. Creating, always with guitar in hand. Especially now being sober, putting himself out there wasn’t exactly appealing. He couldn’t use a dating app, he wasn’t gonna go to a bar or a club, and all of his friends were taken. Where would he possibly meet someone? Dating someone famous wasn’t really what he was looking for, he never fit in with that scene. He wasn’t opposed to dating a fan, but could he ever find someone who wanted him for him?

“Don’t worry, man.” Duff had reassured him. “If it happens, you know, it’ll happen. But not if you’re looking for it. You’ll find her when you least expect it. Just live your life.”

That was smart and Duff was usually right. So, Slash continued to focus on his craft. And he tried to change his outlook, very literally. One night, he wore a baseball cap pulled low and his hair tied back and tucked away in his jacket and hoped it was enough not to get swarmed as he headed out to an art walk in the more historical art district near downtown.

If anyone recognized him, they let him be as he walked down the cobblestone sidewalk, taking in all the creations. The more art and sculptures he admired, the more he stopped worrying about getting recognized.

He was admiring two pieces of wood burned art, a set featuring an artistic interpretation of a woman’s silhouette body.

“These are really sweet.” Slash complimented the artist, who gave a gracious nod.

“Thanks, man. Those pieces have had a lot of eyes on them tonight, thankfully.”

“How much for ‘em?” Slash asked.

“$65 each.” The artist replied, almost sounding sheepish. “...Maybe that’s why they haven’t sold yet.”

“I bet they took a lot of time.” Slash assured him. He pulled out his wallet, fishing out two hundred-dollar bills. “Don’t let people make you second-guess your work.” He passed him the bills, to which the man’s eyes widened.

“Uh, I’m-I’m not sure if I have the enough change.” He said, hastily digging through his small stack of cash from prior purchases.

“It’s cool.” Slash said, smiling and extending his hand. “Thanks again, man.” They shook hands before Slash picked up the two pieces of wood, already trying to picture the perfect spot in his house.

“Okay, I’m back! I’ve got it!” Slash heard someone breathlessly calling behind him. It was a younger woman clasping a wad of cash in her hands as she ran up to the man Slash had just left. “Dipped into my savings but...”

The wood carver gave her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, they just sold.” Slash watched literal heartbreak wash over her eyes before they flickered right over to him. The dismay in her gaze, the way her shoulders slumped and deflated nearly made his own heart break.

“Oh...damn.” She muttered, tucking the cash back in her pocket. “I really liked them. Oh well. Thanks, anyways.” She said politely. She sent one last glance towards the pieces of art in his arms before she turned on her heel and walked away, head down.

“Hey!” Suddenly, Slash found himself hurrying after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned, her eyes now displaying curiosity.

Uh, what now? He asked himself in his head once he found himself face to face. Up close, she was even more striking, he realized. Beautiful, he’d never seen a face like hers. So expressive, so vivid, so alive with emotions. Her hair framed her face perfectly, her clothes complimented her body well and seemed to be a representation of the woman she was. And he liked everything about what he could see.

“Uh,” he chuckled nervously, looking down. “I, uh, I overheard you had your eye on these.” He said, raising the pieces of art.

“Yeah. I come here to this event every month. I’ve seen those two every time and I’ve been trying to save up. This month I would’ve had enough, but bills—you know.” She rolled her eyes and sighed a little. “Anyway, I saw them tonight and I just couldn’t bear to wait another month or risk them finally being sold, so I ran back to the ATM down the street and pulled out of my savings, not that I really had a lot in there to begin with...” she paused as though she had said too much, shaking her head, flustered. “Sorry. Uh, but I mean, I’m happy for you. Just, take care of them for me.” She chuckled, but her eyes were still stuck on the art.

“I’ll do a trade with you.” Slash proposed. His nerves were playing tricks on him, making him more outgoing than he normally was and then wanting to take it back as soon as he spoke.

“Um, what kinda trade?” She asked curiously. Her nose scrunched a little as she frowned in confusion and he smiled. She was precious. Slash found himself wondering every little detail about her, about the path she had walked in her life so far, and how somehow theirs had crossed.

“I’ll let you have these if you’ll get coffee with me.” Coffee dates, that’s what people did nowadays, right? She blinked a few times at his words and had him wondering.

“That doesn’t seem fair; you paid for those. I’ll pay you for them.”

“No, no. I really don’t need the money.” Slash replied, laughing a little. “How about you keep one and I keep one?”

“...Why?”

“I can tell you really like them.” He said. She bit her lip as she seemed to consider his offer, hesitating.

“And why coffee?”

“I think you’re the prettiest art I’ve seen all afternoon.” Again, her face expressed vivid emotion that most people tried to hide. He watched her lips form a laugh and appreciated the sound.

“I don’t even know your name.” She laughed. He panicked a little in his head. Guess he wasn’t gonna get everything right; it had been a while.

“I guess you can call me Saul.”

“You guess?”

“My friends call me something else.” He mused. A part of him was curious to know if she knew him; lots of people recognized him, not that he was conceited or kept track. Was she a fan? Did she hate his kind of music? Surely, she’d heard of Guns N’ Roses. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” Slash smiled; it was like finding the right spot on a puzzle. It fit perfectly and helped him see even more of the picture. “Y/N, I can tell you really like them. I wouldn’t feel right keeping both; I just stumbled upon them.”

“All the more reason you keep them. They spoke to you, like they spoke to me.” There it was. Her voice, her words, it sent a slight wave through his stomach. That warm, fluttery feeling. He extended out one of the pieces to her insistently.

“All the more reason you keep one too.” She smiled as she took the wood carving.

“Thank you so much.”

“So, would you maybe wanna...?” Again, a part of him panicked. “You don’t have to, you know. You can take your half and be on your way if you’re not interested.”

“No, I’d love to! There’s this little local coffee shop I go to all the time—they display local artists’ work and have live musicians Friday nights and stuff. Do you want my number?”

“Uh, yeah. That’d be cool.” He fumbled with his phone, surprised he had gotten so far. That evening he went home with more than just a piece of artwork and a new perspective. He dialed Duff immediately.

“Hello?”

“I’ve got a date, but I need help.” Duff laughed.

“Are you on that date right now?”

“What? No.”

“Oh okay—it sounded urgent.”

“Well, I’m still freaking out a little.”

“Why?”

“She’s a little younger. But she’s so fucking beautiful, dude. She’s just, I don’t know that much about her, but I want to, you know? From just what little I could see.” Slash sighed a little before he walked Duff through the whole story.

“Did she not recognize you?”

“I don’t think so. But I was wearing a hat and glasses and my hair was tied up.”

“It’s gonna be fine, man. Don’t forget who you are, and that’s one badass talented motherfucker. But also, if nothing else, you can take something from this experience and just gain a new perspective. See the world from someone’s eyes. Don’t overthink any of it. If you guys click, you click.”

Slash realized Duff was right. That’s why he appreciated art. Music, especially. There was so much to be said in something someone created, a story they were trying to tell. Listening was something he did best.

He met Y/N at the local coffee shop, not far from where they had first met. The large pot holders outside were adorned with colored mosaic and he stopped to admire them for a moment.

“Hi, Saul.” He turned at the sound of a familiar voice. Y/N was walking up, a bright smile on her face. It was as if his memory were confirmed; yes, she was as beautiful as he remembered the first time.

“Hey, Y/N. This place looks neat.”

“Wait ‘til you try the cold brew. Do you like that?”

“I like those things you get at Starbucks, the caramel things, you know?”

“Caramel macchiatos?” Y/N asked with a laugh. “They have something like that. I’ll order it for you.”

“Okay.” He agreed instantly, smiling at her. “I trust you.” He paid again even though she argued, remembering what she had told him about bills. As they sat down together with their drinks, they broke into what he supposed was small talk, however, it didn’t feel like it. In the meanwhile, Slash couldn’t help but notice the pictures adorning the exposed brick wall behind them. A framed photo of ABBA, The Rolling Stones, Aretha Franklin…and, one of himself, on stage. He laughed a little.

“What’s so funny?” Y/N asked as she sipped her drink. He smirked a little, deciding maybe he should come clean.

“I was just looking at the pictures on the wall,” he replied nonchalantly. “Out of all of these people, who do you think is the coolest?”

Y/N turned in her chair, her eyes passing over the pictures.

“The Rolling Stones are cool...Slash is pretty awesome. Probably one of those two.” He smiled when she turned back around. “What?”

“You think I’m pretty awesome?” He asked as he pulled his shades down. Y/N’s eyes widened and she clasped her hand over her mouth.

“I—you! Are you—” he laughed. “So that’s what your friends call you! Oh my god. I didn’t recognize you with your hair pulled back and the glasses are different, and I didn’t know you had the scruff nowadays—it looks good.” She stopped. “I listen to you all the time, this is so...strange.”

“Is it bad?” Slash asked.

“No!” She laughed again. “But...me?” Slash shrugged, smiling as he nudged her shoe with the tip of his converse.

“You seemed pretty chill.”

“Thanks. Most of the time I’m not.” She grinned.

“Neither am I.” She didn’t try to argue or continue to fawn. She didn’t stare at him like he was a Martian. There was reverence in her eyes, surprise, but more so, curiosity.

“What makes you say that?”

“I dunno. It’s kinda like, social media. People only put a small portion of themselves out there, what they want people to see usually. But when everybody knows who you are, they still only know one part of you. And they think they know everything. But here I am...getting a divorce. I’m a dad. I’m just trying to figure shit out like everyone else. Experience life.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He laid all of it out on the table, after-all, he couldn’t hide any of those facts if he were looking for an honest partner.

“When it comes down to it, that’s what matters, right?” She mused with him. “Experiences. Not getting it right. Who decides what’s right anyways? I’d rather say I really lived.” It was those words that really stuck with him. It had him thinking, it had him yearning, it had him daydreaming.

It had him asking to see her again.

Slash called Duff before he even made it home.

“Hey, man, how’d it go? How’d she take it when you told her?”

“Good, she really is just the most chill chick ever. She knew who I was, she just didn’t recognize me. But she’s so cool, she’s got all these thoughts, all these opinions that really get me thinking, you know? I can’t wait to pick up my guitar, man, like, I’m that inspired right now.” Duff laughed.

“So, are you gonna see her again?”

“Yeah. That’s the other thing.” Slash paused. “I invited her over for dinner next week.”

“Oh. Right on; good for you, man!”

“But I don’t know how to cook.” Duff was silent for a moment before he laughed.

“Okay...well. I can help.”

#slash gnr imagine #slash gnr #saul hudson #saul hudson imagine #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #gnr imagine #gnr #slash x reader #80s imagines #classic rock imagine

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angededesespoir · 4 years

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This isn’t super urgent, but it looks like I’ll need to start making payments on my student loans come January.

(Looks like it’s going to be almost $59 per month.)

Other than a little bit of money I can get from doing surveys, I don’t have any income, but I am applying to jobs. (If I actually manage to secure a job, I honestly don’t know how well it’ll go or how much I’ll be able to work b/c my physical and mental health are not too good... But, I’ll try my best and hope I can handle it.)

Right now I’m relying on my parents and currently they’re behind on bills. We’ve been going into the negative each month for months now and I don’t know when we’ll catch up. Point is, it’s going to be difficult adding another monthly expense.

If anyone can spare anything (no matter how small), it’s always appreciated! Reblogs are appreciated, too! (Please don’t feel pressured and please don’t feel guilty if you can’t donate. I know a lot of people are struggling, especially during the holidays. And, again, this isn’t super urgent.)

My Paypal / My Kofi

(Due to my poor mental health, I’ve been struggling to do anything creative for like over a year now. So I can’t really produce art or fics. atm to thank you if you do donate. But if you’d still like to suggest a character/ship/prompt you’d like to see, I might be able to motivate myself to doodle something, but keep in mind that: I’m not skilled at all (there’s definitely gonna be errors); I gotta keep it simple; there’s no guarantee I can fulfill a prompt; it may take me awhile to get to. Realistically speaking, I doubt I can take on ficlets rn (and if I do, it’d be OVW or Naruto-related). [If I can, I can try, but my anxiety’s been getting in the way of me writing. :/]

[Also, I just want to note that in general you can always send me prompts w/o donating anything. (But, again, there’s no guarantee I can fulfill them.) When I’m able to, I love to create and make things for others. I’ve just been in a major slump, so I can’t really do much rn.]

tl;dr: Please don’t donate w/ the expectation that you’ll get something out of it. I’d love to do something, but Idk if I’m able to.)

#me #signal boost #donations #school #..... i'm just worried b/c like 1. who tf would want to hire me? 2. i'm limited in what jobs i can do. i have no experience or much skill;#idk how long i can even stand on my feet especially w/ how my knees have been acting up lately; it's really not a good idea for me to work #around food since food often triggers my nausea; my anxiety is bad so good luck w/ any social interaction especially if it involves phones;#my math skills are bad; i can't lift heavy things; i'm constantly fatigued; idk how to drive and i'm afraid to learn. i can keep expanding #this list but i'll stop. i feel so dang inadequate compared to others. :(#anyway- i just really don't want to late on payments. and i don't think trying to defer payments would be the best idea if i can avoid it.#like if i have to i have to but i'd rather get this paid off a.s.a.p.

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ruinmylifc · 5 years

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[ MUSE 32 ] ●● is that EWAN MCGREGOR? no, that’s just james huntzberger, the 49 year old cismale who is an 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑. some say they’re decadent & stubborn, but their family and friends will swear they’re dauntless & gregarious. when i think of them, i think of late night meetings, royal etiquette, destroyed crowns, silk sheets, screaming matches, family first attitude, breaking the rules & money in abundance. i wonder if HIS family knows that 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄. ●●

presenting, his royal highness, james nicholas frederick renaldi, crown prince of genovia. beyonce vc: bow down bitches i had to do that ok, i had to go extra with that title deal with it.

so james has had a lil revamp ; i lost my mojo with him completely for a long time and was the main reason for a lot of my stress. so i’ve tweaked bits and pieces of him, changed fcs, age, occupation, yada you get the picture? sweet. pls enjoy my fresh prince. i tried to keep it short but uknow, things don’t work out how i want them too often so. ( pinterest )

FULL NAME: james nicholas frederick huntzberger ( born ‘renaldi’ ). NICKNAME: jim, jame, jay, dad, jimmy ( gen only ) . AGE: forty-nine years old. DOB: 28th december, 1969. ZODIAC SIGN: capricorn. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic. OCCUPATION: senior accounting manager at an accounting firm in boston.

GENOVIA.

james is the eldest son and only child of king harold philip alexander and queen anneliese mary renaldi, and also first in line for the throne. a normal life was not set out for him with his parent’s shoving his destiny down his throat and the genovian public watching his every move.

with mention of his parents, they didn’t raise him, as much as they say they did. they spent most of their time during his childhood out with the public, attending to their royal duties while jim was left in the castle, on his own with the nannies and the staff. he doesn’t remember the first couple nannies he had, but when he was around 5, his nanny jasper was his everything.

jasper taught james everything he knows, from royal etiquette, playing soccer, pulling apart and fixing things, how to read properly to discovering his love for puzzles and numbers, the art of flirting ( which came naturally ), exquisite music taste. he was more of a father to jim than his actual father was, and to this day he loves the man to death.

as much as jasper made things fun while learning, his parents were too old fashioned and were rather mean in their teaching ways. during homeschooling, if they were home they would come in and if he was slumping over, they would dig their knee into his back and roll his shoulders back to sit him up straight. or belittling him when he’d forget which fork to use, or wouldn’t ace a test. they were strict, and expected too much from him. needless to say, they filled that emptiness inside of jim where his parent’s affection should have been with presents, so his love for luxury and indulgence came from there.

cliche, but once jim got old enough and was made/allowed to attend the private high school instead of finishing off with homeschooling, he rebelled. he would sneak out of the palace late at night and go drinking with the boys, or skip class to smoke behind the gym. making out with the girls and the guys at the lookout and being the main attraction at the parties. he obviously got a lot of attention, got everything he wanted at home and at school and he thrived.

he’d show up to royal gala’s or public events where he needed to be the prince, not james still drunk or hungover and needless to say there were many screaming matches between him and his parents, all of which made him not want the throne even more. harold and anneliese came to think that it was just a phase that would die out after he was bored with rebellion, so they organised college in america for him.

well, they shouldn’t have done that!

THEY FUCKED UP.

his parents thought that jim would grow bored and sharpen up by spending time away from home and in america, but they were so wrong. james was in his fucking element, partying every night, breaking into buildings for the sake of it, drink driving ( ouch ), rocking out to 80s rock, stick and poke tattoos, sleeping with whoever whenever. there was no slowing down for this prince.

he’s slept with so many people like wow, he’s my biggest hoe and we thought troy was a hoe. wow. he got nothing on this bastard. he would use his title to get him laid a lot of the time. women and men. jim would do the deed, and the second he was finished, he clean up and leave without a word. he was a hump and dumper and if he saw them again, he would act as if he didn’t remember them ( half of the time he probably didn’t ) or would even go to the extent of ‘ugh you’re in my face go away’. nasty nasty.

that was until he met his lovely, beautiful wife genevieve. this bih didn’t give into his charm and that was hot but frustrating so you know, he was in for a challenge and even to this day when is eve not a challenge? lmao no. but honestly, meeting and falling in love with gen was not what jim expected, but man did he fall head over heels. he is a whipped mofo and to this day, still is. gen could say jump and he wouldn’t even ask how high, he’d just do it. maybe probs asks how high atm considering the affair but that’s another story for another day!!

he knew he didn’t want to go back to genovia to learn to be king, but when eve came to him and told him he was pregnant, that was that. his parents didn’t approve of eve, and there was no way they would allow it to happen and with that, james disowned himself from the family or firm as he likes to call it now. sacrificed the throne for the love of his life and family and moved permanently to america.

it is a decision he thinks about often, but he honestly cannot imagine his life any other way and with anyone else by his side. his family is everything to him, and he vowed he would not be like his parents. he wanted his kids to have a proper childhood while still involuntarily enforcing manners, etc and his high standards. but most importantly, he just wants his kids to be happy and healthy and will support them with whatever that may, even if he doesn’t quite agree.

moving to ashcroft was a compromise between gen and him, and tbh he loves it. a short drive to boston with a small town vibe, the only problem is, it’s a small town. everybody hears everybody hence why he keeps his old self locked away, no one knows his past other than gen. wbk gen knows everything ok they inlove kahfkasg

CONNECTIONS.

best friend ( 0/1 ): this is someone jim has known either since college, or even after he moved to ashcroft but they do not know he is a crown prince. they have bro/sis or bro/bro relationship and stick together through everything, but this can be plotted. this is also a confidant, js!

clients ( 0/x ): these this has to do with your muses finances and things like that so i’m sure we can come up with something.

enemies ( 0/x ): one of these is the person gen had an affair with, but this can be somebody he had a disagreement with over their finances, maybe they have different opinions and tend to clash heads, or someone that he’s slept with in the past that he humped and dumped? possibilities are endless.

kids friends/kids relations ( 0/x ): there are obvs a lot of ppl that the huntz kids know or are friends with, but lets talk abt it! how do they know his kids? does jim like them? did they spend a lot of time at his house? did he have to crash their party to drag one of the three home? you tell me.

golf buddies ( 0/2-3 ): ppl that he plays golf with pls and thank u. i feel he likes his golf so lets do it, who else plays golf? go play with dear jim and he’s shout some alcohol.

fix my car ( 0/x ): jim still likes to play around with cars and defs can do a backyard service or repair job on your car, so maybe this is someone that he does this for and they sit and chat with a drink after?

#ashcroftintro.#finally a jim intro i say

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daddymenrah · 5 years

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Arat x FemaleReader: No Sharing

A/N: Hey ya’ll, just an FYI that I got that promotion and as a result I’m working super hard atm and barely have the time or motivation to write. However, you guys were excited for this one and I really wanted to finish it off and post it.

Enjoy ;)

The summer sun was in full effect at the sanctuary, and you certainly weren’t complaining. You were seated on a stone step in the yard, pretending to be balls deep in a book, your eyes were not on the page however, but on something else. Lithe limbs moving seemingly at the speed of light, the strain of material over said limbs. Grunts of exertion that your brain reimagined as grunts of something else entirely. Your thighs clenched at the images your mind was crafting.

Finally, Arat trapped the man she was sparring in a disabling arm lock and lowered him to the ground while ignoring his pleas for mercy. Eventually she let him go, her lips quirking slightly at his grumbles as he walked away, rolling his arm dramatically. You’re so caught up in the rare sight of Arat smiling (to a degree) that you’re not quick enough to look away when her eyes fall upon you.

You frantically flip the page of your book in a last-ditch attempt to look preoccupied, hoping she didn’t see. You’ve been harbouring this painfully juvenile crush on the stone cold female saviour for weeks now, still unable to find the courage to talk to her. Usually you’re pretty confident, able to talk to most people with good reason. But Arat… She gives off a vibe that screams ‘I’ll punch you if you talk to me’ and you dig it, but it stops you even attempting to say hi. You don’t think she’d be interested anyway, she seems so above frivolous things like relationships in the apocalypse. A lone wolf.

Your nerves are only amplified when you feel a shadow fall over you and your book, a useless prop at this point. You look up, regretting it immediately when you catch a glimpse of a droplet of sweat sliding down Arat’s neck, the way you wish your tongue could.

“You want something?” She states gruffly, it doesn’t really sound like much of a question.

“No, why?” You reply dumbly, kicking yourself for not saying something smarter.

She cocks an eyebrow.

“You were watching me.” You shrug, hoping it comes off as nonchalance rather than speechlessness. She regards you suspiciously. “You ever sparred before?” Her question takes you by surprise. She sounds genuinely curious.

“No, unless biters count as sparring partners.” Your heart falters when her lips quirk, just like before.

“You should. Helps develop technique.” She informs you, folding her arms in front of her.

“I don’t think I really have a technique to be honest. I just attack full force with whatever weapon I have and aim for the head.” She shakes her head slightly.

“That won’t work against humans.”

“Guess I’m screwed then.” You chuckle awkwardly.

“Not if I teach you.” She says. You have to stop your jaw from dropping. Where has this come from? After a few moments of you staring gormlessly, she offers you a hand. “Get up.”

“Aren’t you tired?” You protest, taking her hand. Arat does that little smirk again.

“I don’t get tired.” Your body warms significantly, no thanks to the sun. She leads you out into the middle of the dusty courtyard where she stood with her original sparring partner. “Get into position.” She instructs you. Drawing from a couple of boxing classes you took at your old gym pre-apocalypse, you take stance with your dominant foot forward. “Southpaw. Interesting.” She comments.

She takes her own stance, and before you can register her first move, she has you in the same painful arm lock that she did the man before. You groan out in shock, and then arousal when you realise how close to her body you are. She doesn’t appear to notice the difference.

“Ok, ok, fuck, let go!” You protest. She chuckles, her breath tickling your ear in a way that makes you shiver. She relinquishes her grip on you and you stumble away.

“You didn’t say go or anything.” You snap. Arat snorts indignantly.

“You think your opponents are going to wait until you’re ready and say, ‘on the count of three’?” Your shoulders slump and you roll your eyes, she’s right. “Come at me. Don’t go easy either.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You mutter, getting back into your stance. This time, you don’t even wait for any indication from Arat, you simply lunge for her, guard raised.

The pair of you trade punches, you attempt kick her feet out from under her but fail miserably as her torso bends sharply and she grabs your ankle. She lifts your leg up suddenly and you fall back on your ass. Before you can jump to your feet, she nudges your chest back with her boot and your back flops to the ground pathetically. She kneels on your biceps, holding the top half of your body down with her weight. You’re now distracted from the initial reason why she’s sat on you in the first place. Your mind has transported you from the dirty ground to your bed, Arat’s clothes are gone and she’s rolling her hips in front of your face, teasing you.

“You ok?” You snap out of it at the sound of her voice in real time.

“Yeah, I think I might be a bit light headed.” You reply weakly. Arat actually smirks.

“You had enough?” She taunts, staring down at you.

“From the position we’re currently in, I’m inclined to say no.” You say, shocking yourself, and Arat too apparently. Her mouth is open slightly and her eyes dark.

“Too much?” You ask, nervous that you’ve pushed it with the formidable woman, but she shakes her head.

“Not enough, I’d say.” You slip your arms out from under her knees, moving your hands to rest on her thighs experimentally. You look up at her, Arat doesn’t protest. The courtyard suddenly feels very silent. Allowing yourself to squeeze her toned legs, you continue to gauge her reaction, still a little scared you’re treading a dangerous line. Arat could snap your neck in seconds, and she was very difficult to read. You’d barely even talked to her before.

Finally deciding there was no point being so timid, you take a leaf out of Arat’s book, and rather boldly move your hands up her thighs to her hips. She still says nothing, but you notice that her breathing has accelerated, and her chest is visibly rising and falling. You decide to make the final move and slide your hands round to her ass and grab, hard. Her dark brown eyes widen in shock and you brace for her rebuttal. It doesn’t come.

“Do we need to go inside?” She asks, voice suddenly husky.

“I mean, if that’s your preference.” You joke, and her smirk returns.

It took less than five minutes for you and Arat to reach her room and strip of all your clothes. You caged her underneath you, licking up and down her collarbone hungrily as you had always fantasised about. She tasted so fucking good, her needy moans were driving you absolutely insane.

“Took you long enough.” She breathed out. You stop momentarily to meet her gaze.

“Huh?” You pant.

Instead of responding, she reaches her hands up to grab yours, placing them around her neck.

“Choke me.” You don’t need to be told twice. Squeezing tightly, you relish the way her eyes roll back so that only the whites are visible. Her gorgeous mouth opens and closes, silently begging for air. You let go when you think she’s had enough, and smirk at the sound of her breathless gasps.

“All you ever did was watch me spar.” She groans, burying her hands in your hair. You smack her face lightly and back up, making your way down her body, tasting her all over.

“My apologies,” You mutter between licks and kisses. “I have voyeuristic tendencies.” She chuckles, but her amusement is cut short when you spread her legs and dip your tongue between her folds. “God, you’re so fucking wet.” You observe, Arat lets out a guttural moan. You drink her up, rubbing her clit with your finger. Her hips buck against your face and it’s a job holding her in place.

Her skin is soft and pliable underneath your fingertips, and her cum tastes so good you could eat her out all year long. Her moans have you dripping wet, but you’re determined to make her come. For such a quiet brooding woman, she was pretty vocal when you got her going. Swearing quietly through her teeth, you concentrate on pushing her closer and closer, unable to hear anything other than your heart pounding and Arat mewling like a bitch in heat.

You briefly pull away from her dripping cunt to instruct her;

“Cum for me, Arat.”

Arat coming, is a work of art. The sinewy muscles in her thighs tighten and shudder as she lets out the sexiest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life, followed by an unsteady ‘ohhh fuck’. You slow your assault, gently licking Arat through her climax and finger fucking her to completion. With one final slide of your fingers against her most sensitive spot, the fierce woman comes undone yet again, all over your face. A damp area forms beneath the meeting of your face with Arat’s slick pussy. You just made Arat squirt.

“Holy fuck.” She exhales, pulling you up by your jaw to kiss you roughly.

“You taste good.” You murmur.

“I know.” She smirks, grabbing at your breasts, tweaking at your nipples.

“Still going?” You tease her, slapping her sensitive cunt.

“I don’t get tired.” She echoed the same words she’d said to you out in the courtyard, not a hint of jest in her tone. She stands, and you watch her ass move as she walks to a drawer and pulls something out.

After making her come multiple times, watching Arat put on a strap on while never dropping eye contact is really threatening to push you over the edge.

Once she makes the final adjustment, she transforms. She prowls towards you, a cocky sneer on her face.

“Suck it.” She growls. You oblige her request immediately, spitting on the appendage and sucking it with such an enthusiasm, Arat begins bucking into your mouth.

Apparently not quite satisfied with this, she grabs you by the hair and turns you around on the bed, throwing you forward. Arat yanks your hips up so your ass is in the air, presenting your pussy to her like a horny slut. She lets out an audible ‘mmm’ and you wiggle involuntarily.

“You want me to fuck you?” She asks, rubbing the tip of the strap on against your aching core.

“Please, Arat, please.” You beg. She slaps your ass so hard it stings.

“You call me master.”

“Yes master, please fuck me.” You cry out into the mattress. And finally, she relents. The thrusts herself inside you and you moan so loudly that if anyone was in the hallway, they surely would have heard you. The sinful sounds of the toy pushing and pulling from your soaked pussy seem to echo through the room. Arat’s hips offer savage punishment, it feels as though she’s fucking you with all her strength.

Her hands grip your hips, occasionally removing one to spank your ass so hard that your eyes water.

“Take it, bitch. You love getting fucked from behind don’t you?” You whimper out a response, but it doesn’t satisfy Arat. She snatches your hair up in her hand and pulls your head and torso back into an uncomfortable position. “I asked you a question.”

“I love getting fucked from behind, master.” You manage to gasp out, but she doesn’t let you down immediately. Continuing to slide in and out of your wet snatch, she gropes at your tits with her spare hand. She toys with your hard nipples, pinching and tugging them until you start to shake. Amidst your shuddering and moaning she shoves you back down and buries your face in the pillow.

Her heartless attack on your cunt continues and you can feel the inevitable build at your very core.

“I’m close, master. I’m gonna cum.” You warn her.

“Not without permission you won’t.” She snaps, moving her hands from your hips to your throat.

“Please may I cum, master?” You squeeze the words out despite the pressure she maintains on your carotid arteries.

She slides a hand from your throat round your hips and down to your clit.

“You may. Cum all over my cock, right fucking now.” She orders you, and you have no trouble obliging as a blinding orgasm overcomes you. You collapse onto the bed in a shaking heap, thirsty for air. Arat pulls the toy from your pussy, eliciting one final moan from your lips. She sets it on the bedside table and lays down next to you, you can hear that she’s out of breath too.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that to you for a while, you know.” She admits, a sly smirk on her face.

“Looks like we were both wasting time.” You chuckle. A sudden bang on the door makes you both jump, a loud booming voice follows.

“Arat, you done scissoring the fuck out of that broad or what? We got shit to do.” You recognise it to be Negan and promptly turn bright red.

“You weren’t exactly making an effort to keep it down.” Arat shrugs.

“Chicks only scissor in porn. I’m coming.” Arat calls out to him.

“I’ll bet you are. Send me an invite next time.” Negan’s bellowing laugh is almost contagious, and despite your embarrassment you find yourself grinning too.

“I don’t share pussy, Negan.” She replies, dark eyes locked onto yours.

#arat x reader #arat smut #arat x reader smut #arat twd #twd #the walking dead #reader inserts #sapphic #lesbian #lesbian smut #lesbian reader #negan

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eg515 · 5 years

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tagged by the lovely @blaineandsamevanderson 💖💜💙

this proved to be more difficult than I first expected and it’s gonna be long. sorry. so long, actually, that I will put it under a cut.

10 songs I can’t stop listening to: not much at the moment? I’ve hit a bit of a low when it comes to music in the last few weeks? idk if this is supposed to be atm songs, or all time faves, so I’m just gonna mix the two…

Sucker by Jonas Brothers (current)

ME! by Taylor Swift and Brendon Urie (current)

Battle Symphony by Linkin Park (all time)

True Friends by Bring Me The Horizon (all time)

Stone Cold by Demi Lovato (current)

Don’t You Go by All Time Low (current and all time?? any time.)

Sweet But Psycho. idk the artist but I keep hearing it on the radio and I love it

I saw a post earlier today referencing Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson so that will probably be on my mind in the next few days

I’m just gonna stop because I’m embarassing everybody with this pathetic forced list. I’m in a musical slump right now. blame Endgame and every tv show that aired its season finale in the last month.

Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass by All Time Low

favourite colour(s): green

top 3 ships: I have a lot of ships, but maybe the three I feel the strongest about atm are

clintasha (Nat&Clint from MCU) bc Endgame killed me, though they are half otp/half brotp

joanlock (Joan&Sherlock from Elementary), bc I just finished all 6 season before the s7 premiere, but they are strictly brotp and they kill me in the best way possible

idk… nygmobblepot (Ed&Ozzy from Gotham)? the writers did us dirty in the series finale. villaneve (Villanelle&Eve from Killing Eve)? they are complicated. malex (Alex&Michael from RNM)? the season finale ruined everything and I’m still mad at them. I just looked at my bookshelf so I’m gonna go with Monty and Percy from The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee, because Monty is not just a chaotic disaster bi, he is The Chaotic Disaster Bi™ and he’s so in love with Percy it’s ridiculous.

lipstick or chapstick: chapstick

last song: last song in my music player is Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes, but the last one I listened to is Everybody Loves You Now by Andy Mientus from SMASH

last movie: in the cinema Avengers: Endgame, at home Tag (bc Jeremy Renner, duh)

currently reading: rereading Clockwork Princess by Cassandra Clare, but I also started at some point and consider “currently reading”:

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

We Are the Ants by Shaun David Hutchinson

Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett

Why Does He Do That? by Lundy Bancroft

I also started The Gospel of Loki ages ago (aka last year)

also several fanfictions

I also have to tag 9 people so here we go. please don’t feel pressured to do it. @bingecrafting @superwholockandbooks-art @between-the-phone-and-the-sky @shout-out-into-the-void @volcanicphoenix @selinenuli @fiveemptynotebooks @head-of-the-ny-institute and anyone else who bothered to read this far, you are officially tagged in this now. (I know this is only 8 I got too anxious about tagging people)

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starrypawz · 5 years

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I think for me this year has been kinda rough going as no lie it’s been a very... stationary year for me. I keep ending up in slumps, especially recently I’ve even lost interest in a lot of games because it seems a bit pointless atm? IDK? Writing has been hard, art has been hard. Everything is kinda hard atm.

I’m even having problems opening Netflix to watch stuff jfc.

I just feel I’ve spent most of the year in a bit of a limbo where it’s just like ‘I’m honestly not really doing much of anything’

Like last year I was in uni, finished that up honestly admit I didn’t have much in mind beyond ‘finish uni’. This year it’s like ‘I have literally had no plans, I’ve not even been able to think of any next steps, (No lie I basically have NO long term plans anymore if I ever did) this year I’ve just spent most of it existing’

And honestly I’ve been frustrated as hell most of the year. I’m just going nowhere fast and it’s wearing me down.

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willbutcher · 7 years

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wip tag

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

I was tagged by the extremely cool and talented @codyglasser thank you Rebecca!

These are my hockey wips which actually have something to them and I’m putting this under a read more because I like to overshare so y’all are getting some excerpts as well.

I am tagging @jaketroubas, @bobrovskies and @capmcdavo but don’t feel any pressure to do this if you don’t want to <3

look at your reflection - jimmy/brady okay this is definitely the weirdest thing i have going on atm, basically you remember this weirdly artsy photo shoot about nhl players and their scars with the creepy gifs. well i saw the gif with brady and for some reason, my brain ended up coming at the idea that brady somehow gets himself trapped in mirrors and slightly psychic jimmy has to find a way bring him back to the real world ft. reluctant supernatural assistant hayesy. less of a romance and more of a supernatural, mystery sort of story.

i still need to work out the actual plot threads but for the most part, i know how the mechanics of the world are going to work.

the title is actually from the following doctor who quote from an episode that spoilers features a character ending up getting trapped in a mirror and so is part of the inspiration for this.

“He still visits my sister, once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her, but there she is, can you see? He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror. If ever you look at your reflection and see something move behind you, just for a second, that’s her. That’s always her.”

here’s an excerpt

The light flickers onto the glass and for a second, there’s a figure standing there, their silhouette blurry at the edges. Jimmy sees a flash of dark hair and broad shoulders before he blinks and it’s gone like it was never there to begin with.

Jimmy blinks again but whatever it was doesn’t reappear. He glances around but no one else seems to have seen anything, they’re all just carrying on with warm-ups.

Before he can think about it anymore, Kevin skates up to him and catches him with some snow spray.

“Try not to space out on us, Jimmy,” says Kevin.

down to a lovely place - cody/kailer to steal rebecca’s description, just soft boys being soft together once the season has ended. there is a tiny bit of plot to this but i won’t spoil it.

Kailer’s sprawled diagonally across the bed, toes tucked under Cody’s thigh. He’s in Cody’s Hawks hoodie that he’s been permanently attached to since he got here, the sleeves coming down well past his hands and the last time Cody looked over, he had the collar pulled up over his mouth which in reality is a bit gross and Cody should tell him to stop it but the whole sight of Kailer looking comfy and content in his room, in his clothes, turns his insides to mush every time he even thinks about it.

catch me at the border - mikey/nate a soulmate au for this prompt, “If you send off a paper airplane, it shall reach (or move in the direction of) your soulmate.”

i just thought it was pretty cute and i always love soulmates au of any kind so yeah. apart from that, it’s pretty much your standard soulmate au in terms of plot. admittedly this one is more of an exercise about what i can do with this idea then the actual pairing but don’t worry, it still features them being highkey gross and in love.

you can get two excepts for this one

His soulmate’s drawings are okay. Once, they send him a plane made out of a sheet of lined paper, every inch covered in messy doodles front and back. They look they belong in notebooks, in the middle of margins and the bottom of corners but Mikey will take whatever his soulmate wants to give to him.

The plane ends up covered in hearts, all different sizes and angles because that’s the best that Mikey can come up with and while it does feel sappy, more importantly, it feels right too. Over halfway through, the nice red pen from the set he bought last year runs out and he has to resort to using the spare one buried at the back of his drawer that’s splotchy at the tip and uneven in its strokes.

Mikey’s lucky it’s the thought that counts.

let me kiss you on your neck and make your heart stop - mikey/nate supposed to be my attempt at pwp but is currently lacking both plot and porn whelp. set the night of the steelheads winning the eastern conference title in the ohl and cameos from like all of the steelheads because i love them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Do you wanna?” Mikey asks. Nate’s too drunk to fill in the blanks and ends up drawing all outside the lines instead. Maybe he can pass it off as modern art.

“Do I wanna,” Nate repeats, head slumped on Mikey’s broad shoulders, Nate doesn’t know how he got them but he isn’t complaining, and their hands laced together on their thighs, knees pressed together. Nate doesn’t know when the hand thing started happening either but again, he’s not complaining about it, especially when Mikey is tracing shapes across his skin with his thumb.

#oh and if anyone of yous want to yell at me about fic or throw writing/headcanons at me i'm always up for it #my fic #rpf cw #tag thangs #codyglasser #speaking the speak

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inktae · 7 years

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Ok so I think I’m honestly just going to submit this because this is probably going to be long and the ask box can be a bit annoying.

So here we go ^^

If both story and writing style are important to you YOU NEED to check out the handmaids tale by margaret atwood! I don’t think there are many authors who combine the two as well as she does tbh. Tht is a bit slow paced (but NOWHERE near as much as atlwcs) but her writing is honestly everything and the atmosphere! Oh my gosh she’s so good at creating the right atmosphere. You know how dystopias often feel kind of unrealistic? This one feels scarily plausible (atwood actually didn’t include anything that didn’t exist somewhere at some point in history) and honestly with the way politics are atm, it’s actually pretty relevant. Her main character isn’t some badass bitch that conspires to take down the system either but a breathing flawed human being who feels incredibly real.

Also literary fiction but with a completely different approach are life after life by kate atkinson and station eleven by emily st. john mandel. I’ve read lal some time ago but I just remember being absolutely hooked. Super shortly put it’s about the main character (a woman born in 1910) who gets to live her life again and again with full knowledge of her previous lives. The story is super engaging and addictive and the plot is so so intricately constructed. Her style is really elegant but the structure’s even more so, there are so many timelines (taking place in alternative realities nonetheless) and so many recurrent themes but she makes it work so well! It also asks some really interesting questions about the definition of living a “right” life, individual responsibility and how much agency an individual really has and how much in life is up to circumstances/out of a persons hand.

Station eleven is about so many things at once but it mainly takes place in north america in the time during and after an apocalypse (not the dramatic zombie kind, but it’s literally just some flue if I remember correctly). It has a lot of different povs and timelines but as in lal it’s awe inspiringly elegantly organized. A central theme is definitely the importance of stories and storytelling for humanity as well as individuals, for example the book focuses partly on a shakespearian theatre company touring the post apocalyptical usa, but there are also multiple narratives relating to a comic book (it’s creator, it’s consumers, the people who derive meaning from it), an aspiring actor in the days before the apocalypse and the cost of fame etc and all the narratives are related to another and slowly come together as the novel progresses.

For space related stuff: consider checking out the book of strange new things by michel faber. The synopsis sounds incredibly weird, it’s literally about a priest assigned to convert aliens who has to leave his wife back on earth for his mission. But it’s actually equal parts literary and science fiction and a metaphor for the relationship between the author and his wife who was dying of cancer as he wrote the book (I honestly cried as I read the interview in which he said that). It’s super hard to describe so you should probably just read some reviews to get a feel for it. Ah and it’s also very readable if you aren’t religious even though the main character is a priest (I’m not religious and really enjoyed it and I’m pretty sure the author himself is an atheist (it deals very respectfully with religion though)). I think I like it slightly less than tht, lal and station eleven but it’s still a really great book and the concept is really something else and it’s space related too, so I figured why not include it. Also the covers of the canongate versions are gorgeous af (and maybe the reason I bought it in the first place)

I’ve only ever read the german translation (the original is czech I think), but if you are into books with more of a philosophical approach read the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera! I read this like three years ago and I have no idea how to summarise this but it’s really interesting

Another author I’ve only ever read in german is italo calvino (originally italian) of whom I really enjoyed if on a winters night a traveller and invisible cities. Invisible cities is a novella/poetry collection so it’s probably not everyone’s sort of thing but I really enjoy the images he creates. and ioawnat is really something else (it’s also written in 2nd person and I read it before I started reading fanfiction, so I found it very hard to get into at first). I really enjoyed the way he plays with different writing styles and the narrative structure (which is super complex, it’s sort of a book in a book in a book in a book…?) and it’s kind of a postmodern classic, so reading it does make you feel smart lol, but I probably wouldn’t recommend it if you’re in a reading slump, since calvino isn’t very plot or character driven.

Idk if you are into comics/graphic novels, but if yes: the sandman by neil gaiman! The first few issues are a bit weaker than the rest but it’s probably the best fantasy related series I’ve ever read. also if you should read it start with the main series and none of the prequels/spinoffs, it gets super confusing otherwise, and the artist changes all few issues/each arc to reflect the mood of the story which I think is super cool.

Space related and also comics/graphic novels: saga by brian k. vaughan and fiona staples, ok this one is super hard to summarise but imagine romeo and juliet in space paired with star wars and game of thrones? The art is probably my favorite ever but it’s also very explicit and gory (think game of thrones) which honestly took me a while to get used to (but I’m also a bit of a chicken when it comes to this stuff). It’s really really good though and the plot keeps you on edge, unlike sandman the series is still ongoing though.

Also wuthering heights by emily bronte is one of the best things ever written, just saying.

Aaaand if you are into chick flick/cutesy stuff fangirl by rainbow rowell is great!

I can’t believe this got so long, ugh I’m powerless against procrastination sdhfjkl :’). Anyways I hope some of these sound at least kind of interesting to you!

- coffee

DAMN I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW ALL THESE RECS OMG -

okay, I am definitely intrigued by the handmaids tale. I tried not to read the reviews too much but they seemed to find the plot quite compelling and that definitely caught my attention. also, someone commented about the blind assassin by the same author. have you read this one? it seems quite interesting as well :)

oh boy, life after life sounds very interesting. I saw a few reviews and they seem mixed, but I am still going to keep it in mind. and station eleven... I read the summary and !!! I love it already!! I adore apocalyptic universes and this seems to be a very original take on it. I might read this one first. ^^

ALSO ADULT SCI-FI, THANK YOU FOR THAT REC. yes it’s strange, and that’s what draws me to this book. :)) oh and I did read milan kundera’s book a few years back! it was actually a school assignment, and I ended up enjoying it a lot. I should give it another try though, because I think I would understand it differently now.

also!!! neil gaiman!! I’ve had his books on pending for ages, so thank you for reminding me about him. even though I have never read a graphic novel, I do enjoy mangas so I’ll probably enjoy this one quite a lot. ^^

AJLSD I THINK A FRIEND ACTUALLY READ SAGA AND WAS REALLY ENJOYING IT. the reviews are also astonishing! will def keep it in mind as well.

emily bronte is another author I’ve had in my pendings for a while (sorry sorry) and even though I haven’t read fangirl, I do know the author and I remember enjoying eleanor & park when I was younger. I might give it a try, even though I’m not sure if I’ll enjoy her style in the same way now :’D

anyway, thank you for all these recs. I think the handmaid’s tale and station eleven are on top of the list (for now). it depends on what I can find though - since I want to buy books in english and sadly it’s not that easy to find them here ;; but I’ll let you know if I get one of these in my hands!! :)

#submission #coffee anon

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