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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years

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Slashers w/ a Soft!Girly!Reader pt1

whose fav color is pink

CHARACTERS: BO, VINCENT, LESTER, MICHAEL, THOMAS

Reader is always black unless I say differently

slight NSFW, so 18+, minors dni

Happy October bitches🫶🏾

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly doesn’t get taking so much time to get ready

All of the pink is a little overwhelming in his closet, but he grows to love the physical representation of you in his life eventually

Will definitely have some weird macho shit to say about your favorite color but you just roll your eyes

I feel like he’d be the type to make a big fuss about you leaving lipstick/gloss on his cheek (but he low key loves it and takes time to admire your lips printed on his skin before washing it off)

At first he’ll be a dick about how particular you are about what you wear but if you get upset enough after one two many times of him going out of his way to get dirt or some shit on your clothes he’ll chill out

He really is an asshole about you taking time to do your hair and makeup and picking out your outfit and matching shoes tho so there’s definitely a conversation that’ll happen because he’s going to piss you off with his little comments and shit

And don’t even get me started if your nails are painted. “They’re nails, what do they need to look cute for?” or you have acrylics. “You can’t even do anything with those. How’re you supposed to wipe your ass?”

Point is, he’s annoying but he’ll come around once you get comfortable with one another and you hand his ass right back to him

This man will delight in the way victims look at you and the fact that they can’t have you is even better

He does like the pretty nighties and lingerie you put on (of course)

You might even be able to convince him to start doing your morning face and hair routines with you (might)

Will also whine to death whenever you’re doing your hair until you’re done, which can last nearly the entire day. Or he’ll drag your process out for days because he keeps distracting you

This man gropes whatever exposed skin he has access to the second he catches you in something revealing

When you come out with something particularly stunning on he gets so flustered (red in the face, tripping over his words) but despite the fact he can’t look you in the eyes for too long he’ll play it off like you’re not all that. You know he’s full of it though, and feel free to tease him about that too

VINCENT SINCLAIR

He absolutely loves silently watching you put on makeup if you’re fond of big looks.

Like, he’ll take you in very intensely so prep yourself for his eyes on your every movement

Wants to know all about the different brushes and how you have to mix two different foundations to match your skin color

Uses some of the techniques you use to make color pop on your darker skin on his wax figures (that’s morbid af)

Will at some point ask if you can either do his makeup for him at least once or teach him how to do it himself

Yes Bo will act a right fool about this (but his opinion’s irrelevant anyway)

If you wear acrylics it’ll take a while before he allows you to go into the biggest town near Ambrose to get them done. He’ll be nervous the whole time till you come back.

Whatever nails you have he eventually wants to decorate, and will come up with designs you like and paint them on over a base.

Just the image of him delicately painting on such a small canvas with laser focus

You’ll find wax in the damndest places I promise you so figure out how to deal with that I guess

LESTER SINCLAIR

Tries his absolute best not to ruin your clothes when he’s done with work and feels genuinely bad if he does

You can’t be mad at him though

Appreciates the new ( nicer) sweet scents you bring to his house since he carries the stench of death with him everywhere

Loves letting you model new clothes or outfit combinations for him

Always excited to see what new things you’ve done with your nails (color, designs, shape, length, etc)

If you allow him to he loves helping you pick out/comb your hair. You don’t trust him to do much else outside of that, and frankly he doesn’t either, but detangling and puffing up your hair he can do.

Is always smelling your hair products and will rate them based off scent alone and not what they’re actually for

If you have locs he’ll lose his mind when you let him touch them, they’re just so soft. Teach him how to re-twist and clip them too; he likes it so you might as well take advantage. Also beads. No matter the hair type, if it’s long enough and you want them, he’ll help you put beads in your hair.

Okay so I went on a tangent about hair stuff but I just really think Lester would enjoy that so, yeah.

MICHAEL MYERS

Doesn’t really care what you wear

Which also unfortunately means that if he wants a piece of you, your stuff’s getting ripped

Keep two of everything or just be prepared to lose a few shirts and the like

Very much enjoys killing the white men (who hate that they find you attractive) that harass you when you’re up and about in Haddonfield as he’s stalking you

Will smudge your lipstick/gloss constantly whether he’s kissing you or not. It’s on purpose you know it is

Is especially fond of how your makeup looks when he wrecks you so maybe don’t go for waterproof beauty supplies. Making you look wild strokes the feral ass ego he possesses

If he hasn’t overstimulated you to the point that your mascara’s running then he’s failed

You thought period blood was bad? Wait until he kills someone in front of you, you’re never getting that shit out so say goodbye to your money (the blood doesn’t care how much it cost and neither does Michael)

Myers, as we all know, is an ass and if he feels like you’re not paying enough attention to him because of clothes or stuffed animals or what have you he will burn that shit or rip it to shreds right in front of you

Tread carefully

THOMAS HEWITT

Obviously Hoyt’s miserable and will make fun of you, but what’s new?

Thomas loves how soft you look though and always kicks up a fuss when Hoyt starts up

Once you’re living with Tommy there’s no “going into town” period, so come to grips with basic nail care and wearing your nails regular or get a kit/nail polish and do that stuff yourself

You’ll learn how to rock some overalls, okay? Cause the second Hoyt sees you done up he’s all of a sudden got the most disgusting jobs for you

Hoyt is a goddamn menace to society so you will either get into arguments with him constantly or end up in tears often

Thomas will step in though so you’re not dealing with his bs alone

Tommy loves when you wear frilly things (so if that’s a staple for you then he eats it up)

Can and will carry you if there’s a particularly muddy spot and you don’t want something to get ruined

But also, trick out some boots. Those bitches will be your best friend

Have spa days. Man’s a hard worker, he’ll appreciate the ease and your presence

Luda Mae will love how feminine you are and will frequently compliment you (but it depends on your specific aesthetic whether you’ll even remotely like the old dresses she gives you)

And if you do like the dresses and they don’t fit she’ll tailor them for you, adding and taking away fabric to your heart’s content

If you don’t already know she’ll teach you how to do all of it (sewing and stuff)

Also if you dress more revealingly invest in some bug spray and sunscreen. Tommy will happily rub it in for you

Monty isn’t rude per se, but he stares at you really hard so you tend to give him a wide berth regardless

Thomas will pick you flowers all the time

He’ll clumsy braid them into crowns but he’s absolutely giddy to present them to you, and you accept them happily

PSA: I conflated the fuck out of Thomas’ and Bubba’s personalities a little towards the end here, but it’s not too bad.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed, anyway here’s a link to pt2.

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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a h a h a ,

i ' m just currently stumbling upon your ✨ lovely ✨ blog , and i ' m - unsure if you are currently taking requests , because i are have dumb , b u u u t - if you a r e infact taking requests ,

can . . i request a smol dribble drabble of rob zombie ' s michael myers and reader fluffy stoof ?

maybe some - cliché baking headcanon stuff ?

michael continuously eats and snacks on the ingredients , and reader keeps having to swat his hand away , but regardless , they both have fun - 👉👈 ?

gender neutral reader is fine , i just laugh at the idea of baking with rob zombie michael myers ☺ -

sorry if it ' s long - i also enjoy your writing lot ' s - i ' m nervous about requesting this ahsndkdjndm - have a nice day ☺🌻

SUGAR AND A LOT

OF CARE TOO

CONTENT:

Pairings: RZ Michael Myers x reader

Tw: none! Just reader and mikey boi being soft for each other

Summary: Michael and you spend a nice day baking. Or well you're baking and he's just trying to make you run out of frosting

A/N: Hiiii! Thank you so much for the nice request and all the kind words^^ don't be nervous!! I love having people asking me to write stuff. It just takes a little bit of time cause between being dyslexic, english not being my first language and overall having the attention spam of a goldfish is making me slow af with writing. Anyhow, RZ MIKEY BAKING IS LIKE TOO FUCKING ADORABLE. Maybe I made him a little bit ooc but I hope you like it anyways!!

If you said to someone that Michael Myers liked to bake with you, they would never believe you. You had to admit you were finding it kinda hard to believe that this is the same man everyone calls the shape of haddonfield, evil himself if you will.

You hear him huffing and you look up from the batter you were mixing to look at him.

You gave him the task of making vanilla and chocolate frosting for the cake and he was actually doing a pretty good job. He carefully added every ingredient to the bowl, it was actually kinda funny seeing a guy as big as him being uncharacteristically gentle when handling something. He kept glancing over to the note on which you had written him the recipe while huffing strands of hair away from his face.

He had started to wear the mask less around you and you were so grateful for that. You loved his face and being able to see how expressive he truly is.

"Wait honey, let me help you" you said softly. You put down the bowl with the batter and went to stand behind him "why didn't you ask me for a hair tie if you needed one??" You positioned your hands on his shoulders, pulling slightly down to get him to lower enough for you to reach his head without difficulty.He instead reached for one of the chairs and sat so you could have full access to his hair more easily.

He knows he can ask you for a hair tie but he likes it better when you run your hands through his hair to tie it up. He loves the sensation of you combing gently his long, blonde locks and it takes a lot of self control to not just smile like an idiot every time.

As you tie his soft hair up you hear him sigh with content and you know better than pointing it out so you just smile to yourself.The nice moment comes to a short end when you see Michael straight up dipping his index finger inside the frosting "Michael! If you keep doing that we're gonna run out of icing!" You couldn't hold back the laugh as you playfully swat his hand away, gaining a death stare from him.

You're telling THE Michael Myers what to do? Buckle up cause you started a war you will not win

"Don't look at me like that big guy, you- HEY!" While you were talking and trying to act big and tough he got up, reached to take the spoon he was using for mixing and without even thinking about it he just shamelessly licked the icing from it. Your face went through all the 5 stages of grief in one second. As soon as you tried to take back the spoon he just lifted his hand higher where you couldn't reach it (which didn't need to be much since he was already so much taller than you)

You could see the amusement in his eyes as he watched you jump up and down to reach the spoon.

"Michael!! I swear if you don't give me that spoon" you breathed out when you suddenly felt a big hand making its way on your side under your shirt just to feel his fingers starting to mercilessly tickle you.

"NO NONONO STOP STOP" you laughed out trying to get away from his playful attack. He just wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, making sure you didn't have the opportunity to run away. He kept on torturing you, moving swiftly his fingers and watching how you wiggled against him giggling and trying to push him away "OKAY FINE FINE YOU WIN!" You were out of breath so you had to just admit your defeat. When he stopped, you sighed with relief while placing your forehead on his chest and trying to steady your heartbeats. He mindlessly runs his fingers through your hair while waiting for you to catch your breath.

You relaxed under his touch and resting now your chin on him, you crane your neck to look at him smiling sheepishly.

"You're awful, you know that right?" His gaze softened as the corners of his mouth tugged up into a smirk. "Yeah you know, let's finish this cake before you get sick with the frosting" he nodded and reluctantly let go of you to go back to his taks. When the cake was done (with you having to keep the eye on Michael all the time) you both eated a piece, Michael having more than one, seating on the couch and watching a horror movie Michael wanted to watch with you. Days like this with Michael makes it hard for you to remember how life was before he came into your life. The only thing you know is that you would never want to go back.

#slashers #slasher community #slasher fandom #horror movies #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #michael myers #rz michael myers #halloween #michael myers x reader #rz halloween #slasher imagines

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onegianthotmess · 5 months

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Michael Afton Rants:

💜🥺What I Think Mikey Looks Like🥺💜

(I just wanna say two things. One, I’m talking about Michael Afton from the games, not the one from the movie (but the actor did great as Mike Schmidt, major props to him!) Two, I want to hold this boy and tell him it’s all gonna be okay because he be traumatized AF.)

Okay, now onto what baby Mikey looks like!

It’s a given he looks like William, almost identical to him considering the souls thought Michael was his father. And my man’s is a British boy, so he’s definitely got some pale skin, not quite paper white, but he is fairly pale. His skin is also somehow fucking perfect, tf-? Acne? He doesn’t know her-

I say Mike is tall, definitely around like 6’6 or 6’7. And he’s definitely decently built, too. Like, he’s not jacked jacked, but he does have some decent muscle that is still somehow soft looking. And I picture him with big hands that are rough and calloused, but also have some softness to them despite all of the work he’s done.

Since he does look like William, he’s definitely got some strong features, most notably his nose and face shape with a defined jawline and chin. But Michael does have a few differences from his father, which he likes the most about himself because boy has major ✨DADDY ISSUES✨.

Michael has a slightly fuller lip shape than William, and he doesn’t have his resting bitch face either. His resting face is strangely innocent and curious, major puppy face vibes. His cheeks are more round and soft than his father’s and his baby blue eyes are big, round, and wide in shape and they’re slightly downturned to really give him that puppy face that no one can say no to.

Seriously, Mikey is definitely the guy who looks intimidating from the back due to his height and slight muscle until he turns around and you’re met by the cutest case of puppy face you’ve ever seen!

Also, Mikey is #blessed with some nice long, thick lashes that frame his eyes so well! He even has a set of bottom lashes that make his eyes sort of doll-like and he could actually pull off a convincing disguise as a woman if he tried. I gotta fucking write that-

His favorite feature on himself is probably his eyes overall because people have told him that the baby blue color combined with the shape of his eyes make them look so soft, a stark contrast to his fathers cold, sharp, and unforgiving steel gray eyes that make everyone uneasy.

Don’t even get me started on this boy’s hair-

It is so beautiful!

Boy has practically never had a bad hair day in his life!

His hair is a nice chestnut brown color, with natural highlights of red and blonde. His hair is also slightly wavy and always lays perfectly on his head no matter the time.

EVEN HIS FUCKING BEDHEAD LOOKS GORGEOUS-

Oh, and his hair is so soft!

It’s like he has strands of soft, fluffy silk growing from his head.

I just wanna give this pretty boy a hug! He needs it so badly!

LET ME HUG MY TRAUMATIZED BOY, DAMMIT!

(Let me hold him! I want to comfort his babie boy so bad!)

#he needs some love goddamn it-#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael #michael afton #michael afton rants

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milflewis · 2 years

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makkinen + haunting

was going to make this angsty but bitchy michael n long suffering but amused af mika wouldn’t get out of my head so here you go my love <3

There’s a loud pop bang of what sounds like a balloon and David screams in the room next to his, loud and high, echoing through the thin walls. Mika sighs, kicking off his shoes, already folding down a corner of his page.

There’s laughter outside, footsteps coming closer, solid and quiet and familiar as his own, before his door swings open. Michael slips in, hair messy, breathing a little heavy. He turns, leaning back against the door and startles a little when he spots Mika.

Mika raises an eyebrow at him, at his shirt that stretches right across his chest, creased around his hips.

“Hey,” Michael says, hand running through his hair, flexing, all faux casual and easy charm, pretending as of this was the plan along. Not for the first time, Mika hates how much it works on him. You don’t deserve me being so easy for you, Mika thinks. It’d do you good to work for it. He lets Michael away with it though, like he lets him away with most stuff, off track at least anyway.

“Was looking for you.” Michael grins, loose and wide, lingering in his eyes. Mika hums. “In DC’s motorhome?”

Michael shrugs, wandering over. His hips sway a little as he walks and Mika rolls his eyes. Subtle.

“I got lost. It's a bit confusing out there. You should put up signs.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Mika says idly, watching Michael strip off his shirt, toe off his shoes, mess his hair up a little more. He climbs on top of Mika, long limbs graceful even in his rush, pushing aside Mika’s book. Heat pools in Mika’s stomach as Michael pulls at his hair, ruffling it, tugging Mika’s ear with a smile. Mika’s hands find his waist, thumb settling in the cut of his hips.

He rolls his eyes again when Michael tries to shove Mika’s shirt off, scrunching it up at his shoulders. “Can I help you?”

Michael hums, shifting around, pulling and messing with the blankets on Mika’s couch. He’s grinning as Mika twitches, arching his back a little, chasing the contact. “Yeah, you can. Mind taking that off?”

Mika narrows his eyes. Michael’s got that smug look to him, mouth curled up at the edges, not bothering to hide it, as if all his plans are coming together and then some. David can still be heard cursing loudly outside. Mika can make out the words bastard and fucking arsehole thinks he’s so funny and blond German prick.

“Nah,” Mika relaxes into his couch, folding his arms behind his head, shirt still all bunched up around his chest. Michael’s eyes flicker from his hands to his wrists to his biceps and back to his face, smiling. “I think I’m good here.”

“Yeah,” Michael murmurs, voice low, hands trailing up from the sheets to Mika’s stomach, palm flat and hot along his ribs. “You are.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the right of Mika’s belly button where there’s a faint little chicken pox scar that Mika hadn’t even noticed was there until they had sex for the first time years ago and Michael pointed it out. He kisses him again, waiting, mouth unforgivably soft. He settles further into his knees, sitting back on Mika’s hips, half hard against Mika.

“I know what you’re doing,” Mika says. “I’m not getting in the middle of you and David and whatever you’re up to.”

“Ew,” Michael says, scrunching up his nose. “Thanks for that mental picture.” He laughs then, Mika’s lamp light catching on his lashes as he leans down, hands by Mika’s face. “He said I don’t scare him.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mika murmurs, Michael’s nose brushing against his. Mika wants to put his hands on Michael’s back, feel the stretch curve of his spine, the way he arches into. He leaves his hands where they are. He refuses to be the one who blinks first.

“Yeah,” Michael says, breath hot and smelling of juice and mint on his face. “He was wrong.” He shifts his thigh as he kisses Mika, pressing down, swallowing Mika’s groan.

Mika pushes back against him, Michael’s body an unmoving long line of muscle and heat. Michael bites at his lip, one hand in Mika’s hair, tilting his head further back into the cushions, licking into his mouth. Mika lets his legs fall open wider, stretching Michael’s thighs, leaving him a little unbalanced as Mika steadies him. Michael pulls away, shaping his mouth against Mika’s jaw, swiping his tongue along along it, wet and warm and slightly disgusting. Mika is too busy rocking into Michael’s leg to care.

“Oi!”

Their door swings open again. David barging in, face red, one fist shoved into a pocket, the other hand pointing at Michael. Mika’s stomach goes cold, softening a little when David is quick to kick the door shut behind him.

Stupid, Mika thinks. Stupid, stupid, Michael never locked the door behind him.

Michael laughs into Mika’s neck, heated puffs of air tickling the kiss wet skin there.

Oh.

“Can we help you with something?” Michael says, turning a little to look the other man in the face, still half sprawled over Mika. “We’re a bit busy here, incase you haven’t noticed.”

Mika digs his fingers into Michael’s ribs in retaliation. He had told Michael not to involve him in this. Michael keeps grinning.

“You’re an asshole,” David says, jaw clenched.

Michael cocks his head to the side, mouth smug at its corners. “You look a bit…scared, DC. You alright?”

David stares at him for a moment before grabbing the nearest thing, Mika’s bag, and throwing it at them. Michael ducks, it hitting the wall, towels falling out of it and behind the couch.

Mika sighs, letting his head fall back, breathing in deep so he doesn’t laugh at David’s face, eyes closing.

“Stay the fuck out of my motorhome,” David snaps, slamming the door behind him, feet hard and loud as he walks away.

“Well,” Michael says, voice bright, hands soft in Mika’s hair. “I think that went pretty good.”

Mika opens one eye, Michael’s grin the first thing he sees. You’re a dick, he thinks and the thought is fond and quiet and careful. I think I might actually be in love with you.

“I’m thinking of some kind of ghost or zombie thing next time. Halloween is coming up and I’m feeling a haunting theme.”

“Michael,” Mika says in the way that he always says Michael’s name when he wants Michael to listen to him. Michael blinks, looking at him, fingers stilling on Mika’s sternum.

Mika slides his hand up from Michael’s neck to hold the base of his skull, hair soft and short between his fingers.

“Shut up,” Mika says, pulling Michael in, who laughs against Mika’s mouth before pressing into him, all muscle and warmth and light fingers. Mika kisses him quiet, rolling them over, pulling at Michael’s hair to appease him when the other man grumbles.

#makkinen my beloved. thank u naila for this. i loved writing it #stuff i wrote #f1 rpf fic #naila tag #fic.asks #niamh.asks

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sinamingun · 7 days

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MDNI TY

(Smut) (TW: Talk about s*x in detail)

I have a few select fav slashers ;)

Tommy Hewitt ❤️💋

The Sinclair brothers 🩷

RZ Michael Myers 💜

Like OMFG

Let me just start by saying Tommy’s body is perfect. He is muscular af but fat, so you can cuddle and have the best hugs 😭

Also let’s be Real, Fat Guys Fuck Better

——-Sorrrrry

He’s also so protective and his long beautiful hair gets me sm. I would do anything for him, Anything.

I already love big men, but he just really hits the mark goddamn.

I would want him to carry me like a princess. 👑 He’s so strong it’s nothing on him. He would happily oblige. Ofc I would cling on to him, feeling as much as I can, and kiss him and then rest my neck on his shoulder.

When we were alone or in public, we would def f*ck

We would find a place to be alone and start by making out, tongue and all. Then I’d have him sit down, so I can go on him and basically hug him so he can hump me.

I would also touch his 🍆 and he’d be rock hard and HUGE.

It probably wouldn’t even fit but I’d make it work. After he was ready I’d have him lay down and I’d go reverse cowgirl on that shit. But I’d do whatever he wanted cause I’ll love it too. BJ ofc, anal sure. I’d also have him suck my nips cause that shit reallly turns me on. I bet he’s great at it too. 🍒❤️ Idc where he cums, in me on me doesn’t matter. His choice. 💦

🩷When it comes to the Sinclairs they each have very different personalities. Bo’s hot because he’s assertive and doesn’t fuck around. He would also be very protective but may be rough that’s kinda hot so 🙂‍↔️ He is thinner but that’s okay I don’t mind he’s still strong and probably has great dick game.

Vincent is more soft to me for doing hobbies and not as sexual stuff, but he still can be sexy so fuck it yk.

And Lester is just fun and he makes me laugh so more likely too be friends, but who knows if he gets me just right.😉

💜And RZ Micheal

Holy fuck he’s HhhhOooTtttt

His face is so sculpted and he’s hot even when he wears his masks. He’s tall and big, just how I like them. And he would also be very protective. He would kill anyone for me, all I have to do is say the word. He can be gentle and he can be rough AF. I like the thought of soft at first. Gently putting that thick dick in. Then as we get more comfortable we increase speed and try different positions. A great one would be doggy for speed. But he would probably like missionary so he can see my face and tits. Even if not sex than cuddles would rock. He’d just spoon me and caress my hips. We’d eat and watch movies it would be amazing. We could also go out to eat or go to amusement parks and just have fun like kids. Spend quality time together yk. 💋

If you read this whole post——Congrats 🎉 Ty Lol

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swallowtailcherry · 2 years

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Sweet & Sour

Buddha x Kanae!Reader x Loki

Notes:

1. Reader is female in this

2. Yes, This is a love triangle oneshot

3. Reader is dense af

4. Reader has Kanae Kocho traits, but her appearance is mainly used here. The personality is different.

This was an idea I had for a while and I haven't seen any like this. Has one crack line in it-

I just realised they hate each other oop-

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You ran down the huge corridors, excited to go see Buddha after he asked if you wanted to spend time with him. Of course you agreed, considering you got along with him so well. The thing that bothered you was how he said you couldn't say you were going to him. Just like the other times.

You slowed down, your brows turned to a frown and bug like eyes blinking in confusion. You nearly reached the destination he told you but felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Little butterfly~" A voice cooed in your ear, a mischievous laugh following after. You yelped out and swung your arm, nearly hitting whoever was behind you.

"You missed again~!" Loki teased playfully, his eyes meeting yours.

"Ah! Sorry for nearly hitting you! You've already felt my reflexes and didn't wake up for four days straight!" This was true. You have smacked Loki once, and he couldn't wake up for four days, which worried you to no end.

"I know, but that was centuries ago. Besides, I've learnt to move when you strike." Loki reassured, waving the distant memory off even if it did scare him a bit.

"So, is there something you need?" You asked politely, intertwining your hands behind your back. Loki stopped, getting lost in your unusual eyes. He admitted he thought your eyes were the most beautiful pair, seeing that they resembled a pair of insect eyes.

"Nothing much, just wanted to know where you're going since you ran away so quickly." He answered, leaning back with his hands behind his head. Your eyes widen at his answer, fearing how he'll react if you told him the truth. You know about the two gods not getting along at all and honestly, it was annoying to break those two up when they had arguments.

It was difficult to answer the God who can easily see through any lie, so you did the only thing you could think of...

You pulled a Michael Jackson and moonwalked away from the levitating God. You turned around, taking off faster than Loki could even properly respond to your lack of answer.

"Hey! Get back here!" You continued to run, your haori and hair flowing through the wind. You looked back to see if Loki was close, not looking back to watch your surroundings. You collided with something hard but soft at the same time, hearing a steady heartbeat.

"Couldn't wait to see me, huh?" You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart did backflips as soon as Buddha's voice chimed in to fill the silence that only lasted a minute.

You got off the taller God, pulling him up with your hand.

"I'm sorry. I was just-"

"There you are! Little- oh..." Loki stopped his sentence when he saw the long hair god standing in front of you, his smile turning into a glare. Buddha just took one look at the floating God and put his attention on you.

Loki's eye twitched at the smirk on Buddha's face, reaching out to grab your wrist.

"What are you doing with this traitor?" Loki hissed out the question, his grip tightening. The strength of his grip was hurting you, but you sucked it up and sighed.

"We were just gonna spend some time together." You responded quietly, trying to get your wrist out of his grip. That answer didn't calm the God down at all. It just fueled his anger more. Buddha noticed the intense glare from the other God, deciding to mess with him.

"What, you jealous or somethin?" Buddha teased, his hands on his hips, his smirk still present. Loki's grip on your wrist had loosened, his face flushed a slight red. You managed to take your wrist from his hand, rubbing it to soothe the pain.

"Strange. You've never done this before. Sure you scared off a few males, which I'm thankful for, but never this." You commented, looking at the two gods in pure confusion.

"....." Loki didn't say a word, which was starting to scare you. Buddha calmed down, his hand patting your shoulder.

"Let's leave this idiot." He said, turning around to leave. You saw the blush fade from his face, feeling relieved he didn't suddenly catch a fever. You reluctantly followed Buddha, leaving Loki in his place.

"Want one?" Buddha asked, holding out a spare lollipop to you while the other was already in his mouth. You grabbed it from him, opening it up and put it in your mouth.

It wasn't rare for the candy loving God to offer you some of his snacks when you were with him.

"Thanks." Your reply was muffled by the lollipop in your mouth. Buddha found your muffled words amusing, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. While you were too occupied with the delicious taste of the lollipop, Buddha took the time to admire you.

Your eyes were sparkling as usual, but there was more in them now that you're happy. Your butterfly hairpins suited your perfectly, fitting for a someone like you. But that wasn't what got his attention first.

It was your personality. He respects your love for the humans. If you dared to turn against the gods, he'll gladly stand by you.

While you were savouring the lollipop, you felt it get pulled out and the feeling of someone's lips on yours. Your eyes shot open, meeting none other than Loki, who seemed to have snapped out of whatever trance he was in and teleported near you.

With Loki, he was enjoying every second of it. One, because it was fun to piss off Buddha. Two, the lollipop made your lips taste sweeter.

You immediately started to push on Loki's chest and succeeded when Loki pulled away.

"What the-"

"See you later, Little Butterfly~" Loki cooed, teleporting away from the two of you. You stared into space, the lollipop now in your hands. Buddha rolled his eyes and leaned down, wiping your lips with his thumb.

"What- when-" You were at a loss for words, trying to process what happened a few seconds ago.

"That damned bastard."

Buddha mumbled, rubbing your lollipop on your lips to get the taste on them. Your face heated up from the closeness between you two.

"Guess I'm gonna try harder to steal your heart, huh?"

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I have no clue what I just wrote

#record of ragnarok #ror Buddha #ror loki #snv x reader #ror x reader

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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Hello love. Can I request a Michael Grey headcannon where he’s smitten with the reader. Ty!

adore you - michael gray x reader

gif by @michaelgreys (this definitely inspired this fic, so ty!!! you’re amazing)

a/n: ok sooo this kinda got out of hand. but i’m not mad about it? there is absolutely no plot thank u very much but i hope you enjoy it as much as i did :) i’m working on p5 to whiskey business as well as some other requests after this!

love, abi xxx

my masterlist

warnings: nsfw!! smut, fluff, slight power play, mentions of spanking, cocky!michael being hot af

You’d lost track of time, the shadows waxing and waning through the curtains of Michael’s spacious townhouse. When you’d first met him, you’d known he was different, leaning against a wall in the back of the Garrison, sending a smirk your way, cigarette smoke wafting from his lips as your best mate chattered on with Isaiah, discussing which club was the best to attend on weekends. You weren’t paying much attention to the conversation, eyes fixed on the glaringly attractive man standing silently at the edges of your vision. Michael stepped closer to you, noticing the way your mouth curled at the edges when his gaze met yours. He had asked you out the same night, after more than a few whiskeys, of course. You accepted the invitation, his quiet intelligence peaking your curiosity. He was blunt, witty, and charming beyond belief, let alone more handsome than anyone your age. You could feel yourself falling for him fast, but was it so wrong? He cared, and made sure you knew it. Never mind the family name, and all the drama that came with it. Michael was yours, and you were his.

Currently, he was making sure this would be something you wouldn’t forget, tongue lapping at your cunt as his nose nudged at your clit, using his hands as leverage to keep your hips at bay.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Michael,” you swore, legs quivering as he continued his assault on your core, letting up only to poke his tongue out between his perfectly pink lips, swirling it across your clit, making you cry out and grip his hair, runing the way he’d combed it this morning. He didn’t care, groaning into your core at the sight of you writhing in pleasure on the bed, the sheets soft beneath your skin. God, you looked so fucking irresistable all riled up just for him, he thought to himself.

“Not God, just Michael.” He tore his mouth from you for a second, breathing heavily as he grinned cheekily up at you, lips glistening with your juices. You rolled your eyes, smiling, as he resumed his position, your eyelids squeezing shut with pleasure.

“Fuck, m’gonna-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, hips bucking wildly at the feeling of his tongue fucking in and out of you while his thumb pressed light circles into your clit. Your moans echoed off the walls, causing him to let out a groan into your pussy.

“C’mon love, wanna see you come on my face. Taste so fuckin’ sweet for me, y’know that?” Michael practically growled, before resuming his ministrations, obscene noises echoing off the bedroom walls as you twisted and turned under him, legs squeezing his head as you reached your orgasm, wracking your body with pleasure. He was already hard; the sight and taste of you on his tongue was causing his cock to stand at attention, and he hadn’t even touched himself yet. You were a fucking vision spread out on his bed, cheeks rosy and eyes dilated from the pleasure he was giving you. You gasped for air, chest heaving as your vision came back to you, focused on the cocky grin the man currently settled in between your thighs wore.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” Michael said smugly, though the adoration in his voice was clear. God, he was going to be the death of you.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you breathed, cheeks even hotter, as he grinned, pressing his body against yours, his still-clothed cock pressed against your messy core. “Why the fuck do you still have pants on?”

“Someone’s eager, aren’t they?” Michael teased, blue eyes locked with yours. “Remembering last night?”

Visions of you over his lap flashed through your head, the soft skin of your behind flushed red as his hand came in contact with it, the way your cunt was practically drooling when he was done, the way he’d made you cum on his cock at least six times before the day was over. The way you felt around him was something primal, something that seemed it could only be sated by the filthiest of actions. You’d never felt this way before, never had someone take their time with you like this. He adored you, he’d said. He adored you.

You couldn’t help but let a small moan slip just at the thought, fueling Michael’s lust for you. You were by far the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and that was before he’d seen you naked. The fact that you were here, with him, was something he’d never understand. Yet, he wasn’t complaining. He’d pay everything he’d made to see you like this, wanting for him and only him. He complied, quickly undressing until his body was against yours again, your hands gripping at his hair as you kissed him, soft and slow. Your head spun in circles as his tongue lapped at yours, feeling dizzy just at the feeling of his skin on yours.

“Michael,” you whimpered, as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, mouth hot against the goosebumps prickling on your skin.

“Don’t worry, love, m’gonna take care of you,” He crooned, sticky-sweet as he lined himself up with you, sinking inside of you slowly to give you time to adjust. You let your eyes flutter shut at the familiar feeling of him filling you up, the head of his cock bumping up against your g-spot, causing you to let out a whine. Michael groaned at the feeling of your wet heat around him, almost sucking him inside of you. The sounds you were making were so obscene, he could have cum right there and then. Still, he held on, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure as he fucked himself in and out of you. Tears pricked at your eyes from overstimulation; yet still, you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him. A vision in his scarred and worn palms; hands that had killed men. Yet, here you were, the most precious thing he’d ever set eyes on, coming to life in those same hands.

“Please,” you cried, nails scratching at his back as your eyelids fluttered in pleasure, opening slightly so that your eyes could meet his once more, dilated from lust. “Feel so good inside me..” You trailed off, unable to speak as Michael thrust into you at an agonizing pace, sending your eyes rolling back into your head once more. He was practically insatiable, and you loved every second of it, savoring the way he could throw the thoughts right out of your head with just a slight twist of his hips.

“Want you to come all over my cock, sweetheart,” he encouraged, angelic tone a contrast to the filthy words he was speaking. “Make a mess for me, eh?” You couldn’t help but comply, legs shaking as you reached your fourth orgasm on the night, crying out in pleasure as Michael fucked you through it, his lips pressing kisses to your shoulder, teeth grazing over the soft skin. The way you moaned his name was too much for him, sending him over the edge as he came in you, hot and sticky between your legs. He slumped next to you, breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he gazed at you, attempting to catch your breath.

“Not bad, eh?” He smirked, yet you could see the gentleness behind it.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I’d give it a solid eight.”

“Eight?! Looks like we’ve got to go again, then.”

#michael gray smut #michael gray imagine #michael gray fanfic #michael gray fluff #michael gray x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders x reader #asks

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wroteclassicaly · 3 years

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Waves of Blue (Andy Dolan x Reader)

Warnings: Language, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, hair pulling, face slapping, slight choking, mentions of drug usage, & angst.

A/N : AAAAAAHHHHH! I have found the post that teaches you how to add a read more on mobile! Shoutout to the person who told me about that! You know who you are! ^_^ Anyways, I am so gonna be posting more, even if it’s harder because I have to write the fics on my phone, versus my laptop, lol. I stumbled across the song Waves of Blue by Majid Jordan, and my ass was emotional af (I have included some of the lyrics here in blue!) I obviously don’t own the song/lyrics!

The song was the kick one of my drafts needed for extra inspiration! And so, I bring you the start of this mini fic! It won’t be very many chapters. And I will probably re-visit for a prequel, to write out how the reader and Andy first hooked up. But I wanted to try something different and start my fic with their relationship already ongoing. Hopefully it doesn’t suck, haha.?

I haven’t felt this inspired for a Cody character since Michael Langdon! I adore Andy’s traumatic, cocky, angsty, hot mess ass! And I really wanna explore the creativity he’s bringing me! Lemme know what y’all think? And give the song a listen - I’m in in love with it!

Forgive me if there’s some mistakes, loves! I’m nervous about how I’ve written Andy, and how the smut is. Hope y’all enjoy anyways!

~*~

The rain is a glittering array of shimmering moisture as its presence is pouring down on the roof of your apartment. Your knees are knocked tightly together, jean fabric digging into flesh. Your phone is perched face down atop your legs, vibrating messages you don’t care to read. They’re not the ones that you want to see. You tilt your head back, the tears redirecting themselves down the sides of your cheeks. You turn your gazing direction to that silk robe atop your bed - a reminder.

“It’s just a fling, love.”

But it can’t be, can it?

You have to laugh at yourself. Isn’t this what every girl asks themselves when they’re dumped? Rare is an exception who steals the other person’s heart and changes that exterior they carry. Your phone vibrates again and that raging anger to match the ruby red color on his robe that rests on your bedroom sheets - it charges your energy like a violent strike of lightening! Your hand launches your phone into the hallway outside your bedroom door before you can stop yourself.

“There’s your fucking fling, dumbass Andy Dolan!”

You try to hum to fight off the incoming intrusive thoughts, to ignore your ringing phone in the distance, but it’s to no avail. You’re getting more overwhelmed with the pain by every agonizing second. Your fists clench into the leather armrests below. It’s too much, you can’t bear another second of this shit. It doesn’t matter that it’s raining, it doesn’t matter that you have over fifteen unanswered recent calls from Andy since you threw your phone - unbeknownst to you.

You snatch the stupid silk robe from its place and begin your knowing journey with the excruciatingly expensive item, having already made up your mind. A quick removal of your keys from the hooks beside your front room door and your bare feet seem to lead you - heart first - into the downpour. Your clothing is soaked the instant you step outside. Mumbling all the way to your SUV and clutching Andy’s silk garment becomes your saving grace to help anchor your focus. If one can be focused in bare feet during a thunderstorm, erratically throwing her car into reverse.

The drive to his place of privacy - his sanctuary - the cold place you once used to help him warm. It doesn’t take you long. With your tires grinding against soaking asphalt, country beach roads whipping past you, and your angry windshield wipers struggling to keep up with your car’s pace - Andy’s gates come into your sights. You’re trembling, too upset and geared to go for a turn around now. Andy didn’t change the security, so you let yourself in, abandoning your car just inside, doors open and interior carelessly being soaked.

It doesn’t matter. I just have to tell him this.

That’s your mantra for continuous approach. You round the long expanse of beautiful greenery, waves crashing violently in the distance, a love affair to collide with this storm. Your simple outfit of blue jeans and a baby blue tank top are beyond recognition, weighted down by the sopping wet summer. The shivering begins to thrum along to an invisible, but very present humming inside you. It’s that feeling, the one you know all too well.

Andy Dolan.

Like when you first met, you begin to tremble, letting your limbs move you accordingly. Making sense is last on the priority list. Normally, you would have a thousand conversational scenarios laid out, but that’s not the case. Rushed on purely raw need to tell him - no - inform him, that is what is in charge here. The soft grass is squishy between your toes, a tickle from each freshly mowed blade, water in the distance smelling like salt and flowing freedom.

Every sense is heightened for you right now. Your limbs are heavy, yet your footfalls are light, carrying you with a quick grace. You don’t bother with the front door, opting for his usual back door hang out. It’s a few more minutes before your destination is reached. That’s when you hear him screaming, his voice in high distress, hard and rough against the accent. Your chest heaves to cage hammering heartbeats that you can’t keep up with.

“Motherfucking ANSWER ME!” He shouts, ripping the phone from his ear to redial.

You rolls your eyes, assuming it’s a dealer, or whomever he would rather be with than you. After all, he’s the one who said he just needed an ideal situation, not a relationship.

“Y/N... come on, don’t be a fucking cunt! I need to tell you something, please!”

Almost on cue the song drops loud on his fancy speakers in the house, freezing you to your spot.

I wanna hold you close

Don't wanna let you go

Be with you night and day

'Cause I've been feeling so low

Don't have to ask me twice

You really take me there

I wanna touch your light

I wanna breathe in your air

Andy angrily taps at his phone again, almost growling, reminding you of a wild animal. That’s when you’re snapped into your remaining senses, moving up and onto his deck, standing just feet from him. It takes him a few seconds to look up and see you through the rain. You can’t bring yourself to go any closer, afraid to let go right away. That’s how it is with Andy, you always give in.

You cut him off before he even gets a chance.

“Fuck you, Andy.”

Damn, was that really what you worked up the courage to dangerously drive yourself here to confess?

His lips purse a popping a noise, eyes widening in surprise at your word choices.

“I really fucking hate you.” Is what you give him, finding it easier to take steps now.

He still doesn’t speak as you approach, almost as if he’s recoiling. That wild animal within Andy Dolan. He’s not used to this. You can barely see through the rain, feeling like a moron. The movies make it look so dramatic, but you feel like you’re a wet dog on the verge of catching a cold.

It does good at numbing you though, almost shielding you from those haunting blue eyes. You swipe a hand across your face to clear your vision, and take that final step onto the deck with him, now just on the other side of where he stands in the doorway. That’s when he decides to speak, his voice softer than you’ve heard. It echoes his exhaustion, his surprise.

“You’re not the only one that feels that way, Y/N.”

You shake your head in disbelief, both of you not daring to make that closing gap. You would douse his body with yours; wet and cold. You’d be lying if you denied the shiver that attacked you, drawing your body in like a magnet - helpless to its every move.

“Don’t give me this kicked puppy front. We’re all human beings, Andy. And I didn’t fucking deserve you cutting your baggage open and just... dumping out whatever you felt like on me and then letting me go.”

Fuck.

He inhales sharply, head tilting in this sadness you seem to understand within the moment. It steals your breath, a pain punching your ribcage, causing your heartbeat to skip a few. Your jaw twitches as you turn away to gather your bearings, starting back down into the yard.

Why the fuck did I come here?

I'll be holding you tight

When the night is through

Andy takes a deep inhalation behind you and that catches you, dragging you right back. Before you know which end is up you’re turning back around and striding across the pool deck and right into your former lover. Andy meets you in the harsh rains, his hands cupping your neck so possessively, that you can’t remember a time where this hot mess of a man wasn’t bull dozing your life apart. You grasp his face in your palms, that unshaven stubble prickling your flesh. Your mouth meets his, his phone becoming ruined and forgotten as he lets it fall to the ground beside him.

His strong arms path down to encircle your waist, pulling you in from the weather, bunching your t-shirt up until it’s pooling around your tattered bra. You raise your arms to help him discard it, the heavy wet noise it makes when it collides with a nearby pool chair is enough to make Andy gain his surroundings.

“Stop, stop. Are you fucking high?” He asks you, a cautious pause.

You shake your head. “Aren’t you?”

This is when he scares you with a solemn silence you weren’t aware he could possess.

“Andy...” You push your fingers through his damp curls.

“No, I’m not. I was just about to... when you didn’t answer.”

Almost as if he can’t take revealing that bit of truth, he thumbs a bra strap down your shoulder - deliberately slow. Your skin stings with the line of goosebumps that it brings, your own hands struggling to push that stupid ass identical robe off his broad chest.

“I should fucking rip this.” You say, causing a smile to come from him.

“Rip it and I’ll put you on your knees.”

“Has that ever stopped you before?” A challenging look presses your features, but Andy intercepts, wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling your hair back. You feel the ache crack from the tips of your toes, hot wired into your cunt - direct express.

“You need more marks from me.” His mouth caresses your jawline, stubble catching the underside when his lips find your neck, a stimulation that you have become accustomed to craving.

His teeth bite down, a few seconds more where you feel him cleaning his evidence with a light set of kisses.

“There we go.” He scrapes his milky white teeth across your ear with a whisper so hot that you bow into him; knees weak.

Your bra is the next thing to fall somewhere, your jeans following. Andy doesn’t wait for you to even kick them off, his fingers sliding into your lace panties to see how much you still need him. He licks his lips, eyes closing in pleasure, a familiar stroking rhythm unraveling from the tips of his fingers.

“Shit, that’s a good girl. Even when you hate me you still need me, don’t you?”

The cockiness makes your wrist snap and palm collide with his cheek. You’re riled up, he’s riled up. Something you know he likes. “Like you fucking needed that?” Is your retort.

He groans out, a honey wet dip in his tone. “Only you can fucking touch me like that, Y/N.”

Lightening flashes through the darkened midnight skies, rain pounding across the surface of the pool to create a special beat. Andy finds your mouth in desperation once more, working your underwear down in a frustrated jerk. His fingers part your slick folds and ease into you without any warning. You look down to watch his strong forearm flex in its working marathon, back and forth between your thighs.

We'll be riding the tide in the sky so alive

On waves of blue (waves of blue)

I'm in love with the thought of being in love

In love with you (love with you)

You can bring me along for the rest of your life

If you wanted to (wanted to)

You let go and give into him, not daring to question why you came here in the first place. You know why. Andy has stopped his touches, watching you with that lowered stare he gives. His body is glowing from the neon lighting his home harbors, his creamy skin glistening with rain water. He’s hard through those silk pants, nothing left to the imagination.

“Take them off. Now.” You command him.

He can’t hide the greedy smirk that appears on his lips, not taking his eyes off you as his pants and boxers disappear in one go. He is gloriously hard and thick. You almost want to laugh at your cliche salivating tongue. Andy brushes your wet hair off your temple, his hands moving down your body in a tapping massage - reaching their target to hook behind your thighs.

He lifts you with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist. He’s panting rapidly, nosing your neck. He grips himself, teasingly stroking your cunt to gather your arousal. You stutter on an exhale, unable to breathe out properly. It’s jagged and broken, much like your rationality.

You stop him when he attempts to press inside you. “Tell me again,” You plead. He looks at you in confusion. “Say I’m just a fling.” You finish.

“Y/N...” He struggles.

“Before you fuck me, I want you to tell me what I mean to you, Andy.”

It’s hard not to just fucking forget this and let go, let him take you, both of you get what you want and not have to deal with anything else. But you need to hear it. You want to know how much you’re not worth anything to him. You need to hear it more than you need to find out how much you mean to him. That’s what you came here for...

His enriching ocean eyes are glossy with desire, with something else you can’t place. They pin you into a set of shakes. You grip the hair at his neck’s nape.

“Everything.” He says it all at once, bringing your hand down atop his to help him line up, as he fucks himself into your cunt, stretching you with that delicious drowning burn.

You're no good for me

You got what I need

I just wanna be with you

You cry out, vision sprinkled with an array of floating shapes. Andy drives you against the door, hips slamming so hard you know you’ll be bruised before the night is through. You keep one arm around his neck, lowering the other to encourage him to hurt you deeper, nails clawing at his lower back, shredding the skin. His face stays buried in your neck, stubble adding to each motion he makes inside. You cling tight, using all your strength.

It’s slippery, it’s unstable, you can barely hold onto one another, but you manage. And that moment when you finally can’t keep yourself up, Andy lets you slide down, bringing you into the floor of the doorway, lifting your legs onto his shoulders, pressing in so hard you can’t contain the tears that roll from the corner of your eyes, coasting. He’s familiarized himself with how you come undone, even before you knew.

“You’re drenching my cock, baby. You need to let it go?”

You don’t answer, causing him to grip your throat.

“When I ask you something I expect an answer. You remember how this works, don’t you?”

“Fuck, yes! Please, Andy!” You don’t pride yourself now.

He guides a hand across you, as if he’s tuning a fine instrument. Your stomach quivers with a passing of his fingertips, engaging in a butterfly filled stomach clench. You’re tensing up, anticipating. Desiring.

“Fucking do it! Show me how much you still need this...” He trails off, dropping to rest his chest against your breasts.

“Even if you don’t need me.” It’s a counter thought to your need to hear him say he doesn’t want you.

“I’ll always need you.” You push him onto his back with newfound strength, and pin his hands above his head, your hips bouncing so hard that you can feel his firm structure beneath. That’s right, this is exactly what you have to have.

He’s damn near whining now, squeezing your fingers tightly. “Y/N.”

It’s a warning you don’t need. You lean down to steal a kiss, leaving him further winded, nudging his nose with your own, breasts smashed to between you two. Andy gives a silent agreement, dropping a hand down to quickly rub your clit. Your heartbeat is so out of control that you can’t hear anything but your own cries as you cum all over Andy’s cock. He follows with you, holding himself, keeping you there.

He’s shaking when it’s over. You can’t find coherent speech capabilities.

I'll be holding you tight

I'll wait this through

You stay resting on top of him, still keeping him inside. You don’t know what’s going to happen, but you know that there’s no going back now.

This is just another beginning...

~*~

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#andy dolan fanfiction #andy dolan fic #andy dolan x you #andy dolan x reader #andy dolan #eden fanfiction #eden #kristenwrites

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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I love all your AUs SO MUCH AHHHHH! I have literally nothing but amazing things to say. So can we get a little snippet of Anthony being jealous AF of Michael from his POV? Also I would like some pics of Sir Gregory, it's been a while since we have seen his fluffy little face.

Oh exciting news in Gregorito Puppito land! He has a bow tie!

And he’s gonna be a model for the small business that makes them!

I’m glad someone enjoys the endless stream of AUs I seem to come up with. A friend of mine requested one just this afternoon based on something that happened to her and y’all… it’s CUTE

I’m gonna assume we’re talking about Royals here! Now this wee’s chapter is gonna have a LOT of jealous Anthony in it. Like… a LOT but let’s take a little look at what that looks like

The sound of her laughter cut through the garden, floating towards him like a siren call. Don’t look at her, god don’t. You’ll only feel worse. But of course Anthony’s eyes followed the noise, slowly torturing himself. And there she was.

Kate was standing across the garden, just on the other side of the hedge, in her casual clothes today, the soft fabric of her sweater riding up over her midriff as she sat perched on Michael Stirling’s shoulders. Her head was thrown back laughing with abandon, her hair tumbling down her back like a waterfall. And his chest ached. She was really, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d thought it the very first time he’d seen her in the dingy lighting of that seedy bar, and he’d thought there couldn’t ever be anything more beautiful than the way she’d looked when she smiled down at him in the after, their bodies tangled together, breathless when she said Okay Well, You have 15 minutes to have a banana and then we’re doing that again. Her lips claiming his again. He’d wanted her to look at him like that forever. But here she was looking at someone else. And it was all his fault.

Anthony stared at Michael Stirling, who would be her husband in just a few weeks. Young, and handsome and so carefree, the very opposite of Him, who would always be encumbered by duty, the kind of darkness that comes with it, it would drag her down with him. Which was one of the reason why Anthony had marched ahead with his plan, despite the fact that he was certain, when he fell asleep with Kate tucked into his arms when she mumbled I won’t stay all night, I promise. And he’d nuzzled against that fucking hair when he’d said Stay forever if you like that he was already half in love with her.

And of course he’d known, when he’d made his declaration, that she would find a husband, any man would be lucky to marry her, but when he’d conjured up the image of her husband, he’d always been faceless. And then Michael Stirling had swept out of his car, and swept her into a tight hug grinning proudly as he’d said

“Katie Kat! How’s my wifey?”

And Kate had laughed so happily, and Anthony had burned. Almost as much as he’d felt her sister’s eyes burning into him. He’d felt the most savage desire to step forward when introduced and land his fist squarely in Michael’s stomach. His own stomach rolling every time he saw them giggling together, tucked away in the corner of the room, always a joke between them. And it was a little startling how much Anthony wanted to be Michael Stirling. To walk into the room, sweep Kate away and stay with her forever. But he’d ruined everything. Even though he was sure he was doing the right thing. Or at least he had been at the time.

“Should I ask him?” Michael’s voice was saying, his eyes shining up at Kate.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Kate hissed back, though she was fighting back a smirk.

“Oh Lord Bridgerton!” Stirling called out. Anthony felt irritation flicker in his chest, his face twitching as he turned towards the couple, keeping his eyes locked on Kate rather than her fiancé, no matter how much it hurt. “Would you care to join us?”

“Oh, Lord Bridgerton’s far too busy scheming away, darling.” Kate said pointedly, her eyes fixed on Anthony. And God, how he wanted to be the one who had her perched on his shoulders, her hands in his hair. You ruined it. You don’t get to do this now, she could have been yours.

“Actually, Your Highness, I would be more than happy to attend to you, if your fiancé isn’t up to the task.” What the fuck is wrong with you?! Anthony hissed at himself. Why can’t you leave her alone?!

Kate’s face dropped into one of mild disgust, though her eyes were burning into his. “I assure you. Michael’s more than up to the task.”

And Christ, didn’t Stirling look like the cat that got the cream? Smirking as he squatted to let Kate down.

“Goodness, this is tense, isn’t it?” He smirked, Anthony barely looked at him, afraid if he did he would hit him.

“No, I don’t think it is. Enjoy your book, Lord Bridgerton.”

And the love of his life wrapped her arm around another man’s waist, and walked away.

#princess diaries au #Royals #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony is a jealous little bean #molly’s asks and answers

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theichabbieclub · 3 years

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Slashers (or something) reacting to their s/o singing a song from Positions (Ariana Grande)

TW: Implied smut, slight NSFW

Michael Myers (six-thirty)

You were washing the dishes as you started to sing.

"I know I be on some bullshit. Know I be driving you crazy."

Was the first thing Michael heard. Well, he thought this song was accurate af. He loves you. You did drive him crazy a lot.

He didn't let his presence be known until he heard you sing

" So come here and give me so kisses. You know I'm very delicious."

He was all over you instantly, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder, heading directly to the bedroom.

Michael could careless about the soapy suds and water splashing into the floor.

Jason Voorhees (west side)

You basked in the warmth that cascaded from the fireplace. You sat on the soft rug in the living, right in front of the fireplace.

It was cold outside, snowing hard as Jason prepared lunch for the two of you.

Chicken noodle soup. You could almost taste it. The warm broth and the seasoned chicken.

You smiled as you began to sing softly, your fingers brushed lightly against the smooth but soft frabic of the rug.

"I don't wanna think too much. I just wanna feel. You know that it ain't no rush. Let me keep it real."

You sat with Jason in the living room, with a folding table in front of you. You allowed the soup to bring warmth to your body.

You sang as you laid your head on his chest.

He really enjoyed your voice. You stopped to eat a few bites but didn't continue afterwards.

Jason tapped your throat with his index finger ever so gently.

You got the indication that he liked your voice. A smirk spread across your lips and you started singing again.

"Just let me be in your life, like that. In your life like that. I'll bring the life right back. I'll bring the life right back."

Candyman (pov)

You sat in your car, your hands feeling the heat that flowed from the vents. Your eyes looked at the golden sky. It looked so pretty.

You started off a humming and that slowly turned into singing you heart.

You sat back as you sung.

Your window was down slightly and you didn't even notice Daniel.

"You know me better than I do. Can't seem to keep nothing from you. How you touch my soul from the outside? Permeate my ego and my pride."

He smiled but decided not disrupt you, not yet anyway.

Daniel sighed silently in content, listening to your heavenly voice.

"I wanna love me. The way that you love me. For all of my pretty and all of my ugly too. I'd love to see me from your point of view."

He walked around your car and you finally noticed him, smiling as he appeared in your passenger side of your car.

You wrapped your arm around his arm and laid your head on his shoulder, snuggling close to him as the two of you took in the sight of a stunning sunset.

Thomas Hewitt (nasty) (implied smut) (female reader in this one, sorry)

He had been in a mood all fucking day and night. Thomas had went into the basement to blow off stream and you had gotten increasingly horny

You had decided to record and send a cover of a song to Thomas.

Maybe that would get him out of that rut.

"Got me all up in my feels. In all kinds of ways. I be tryna wait but lately I just wanna keep it real." You sang, biting your lip as you made eye contact with the camera.

"No more playin' safe. Let's take it all the way. I'm just saying I just wanna make time for you. Swear it's just right for you. Like this pus*y designed for you." You arched your back as you continued to sing.

You finished the song and stopped recording before sending it to Thomas' phone.

You heard fast and hurried footsteps getting louder and louder. You mentally prepared yourself for him.

Hannibal Lecter (TV) (just like magic)

This was the first time that Hannibal had heard you sing.

"Heard it's tricky at the top. Gotta keep slim ego for a thick wallet. Losing friends left and right. But I just send them love and light."

Your voice was so heavenly as you wrote in your notebook, your pen gliding effortlessly across the page.

Hannibal knew that you were a bit self conscious about your singing.

Sooner or later, he was going to help you be more comfortable about your singing.

But for right now, he just stayed out of sight, sighing as your smooth but soft voice.

"Good karma, my aesthetic. Keep my conscience clear. That's why I'm so magnetic. Manifest it. I finesse it. Take my pen and write some love letters to heaven."

Dracula (aka: @thecount-dracula ) (positions)

Whenever you think he's not around, he is. Yeah good luck being alone.

You had started on a recipe for some bread an hour ago and now you were covered in flour, flecks of it on your skin.

You sighed at the flour covering every surface in your kitchen. This is going to be a bitch to clean but you didn't really care. You had the week off.

You sang quietly to yourself as you cooked.

"Heaven, sent you to me."

You stopped singing and jumped slightly as you heard Dracula's voice.

"Heaven? Are you certain about that, Y/N?"

You choked on a laugh as you continued to prepare your bread.

Bubba Sawyer (reader has long hair, just a warning) (my hair)

You were cuddling with Bubba, the soft sound of the fan filled the vicinity of the room. There was currently a thunderstorm happening outside and the two of you had finished your share of chores earlier in the day before the storm.

You pulled away and slightly pulled at the the ponytail that your long locks were in and soon enough your hair had fell down your back.

You noticed Bubba eyeing your hair and you smiled.

"I'mma give you some instructions that you can't be scared to try. I want you to touch it softly like the way you do my mind." You sang softly.

Bubba glanced at your hair, his eyes diverting to you. Confusion flashed in his expressive eyes.

"It got body and it's smooth to touch. The same way as my skin. Don't you be scared.. to run your hands through my hair."

His fingers ran slowly and gently through your hair as he pulled you closer to him.

Bo Sinclair (obvious) (1st time writing for Bo. You've been warned)

You had your headphones in as you sang, scrolling down your twitter as you were extremely bored.

Everything was fucking spotless.

Bo smirked when he had came home from work, and heard your voice.

"Ooh. Hard to think when I'm under you. Tell you all of my dirty truths..."

He was in the room in 0.6 seconds flat. Had you not had your headphones in, he would've scared the shit out of you.

"This what you sing when I'm away, doll?" He came into your line of vision as you laid on your bed.

Your cheeks became warm with embarrassment.

God, this was going to be a long night.

Brahms Heelshire (love language)

You danced around, in just your underwear and an oversized sweatshirt.

Brahms heard you singing some quite provocative lyrics and he was rushing to get to you.

"Been a minute since I had something so sweeeeet."

You smiled as the song continued. It was so catchy.

"If you're gon' keep speaking my love language, you can talk your shit all night."

Brahms finally made it to you and he instantly pulled your body to his chest. You squealed slightly.

"That's the- B-Brahms." You moaned out as he attacked your skin with soft but quick kisses.

It wasn't long before he was leading you to the bedroom.

Damn, you didn't even get to finish your dance party.

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unexpected-readings-of-poetry · 4 years

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How to identify TMA characters from fan art

Jon: Eyes. Usually at least one extra one on his forehead, sometimes floating around him or elsewhere on his skin. Also, they are usually green. Long hair, glasses, scars (if it's from S2 onwards). Tiny, angry man.

Martin: soft boi. chonky but tall. floofy hair. knitted jumpers, tea.

Elias: There are actually two main ways to draw Elias, either as a tall blond twink or a salt and pepper daddy. Always with a smirk. Also, often with the eyes like Jon, but frequently yellow instead of green.

Tim: There's not really a standard way to draw Tim, but he's usually the hot one

Sasha: ???? who dat? Again, no standard way of drawing her, but in most of the episodes with her in she's the only girl in the main cast, so potentially easier to spot because of this

Basira: wears a hijab, probably scowling (unless it's at Daisy)

Daisy: short hair, butch af, wolf shadow

Gertrude: Old lady, probably wearing a skirt and blouse, with her grey hair in a bun and glasses.

Gerry: goth, emo, sadboi, tattoos, long black coat

Melanie: a n g e r y, also in late S4 and S5: no eyes/blind

Georgie: Has a cat, also probably wearing a t-shirt for her podcast (what the ghost) or Melanie's podcast (ghost hunt uk)

Michael: long hair, long fingers, long teeth, long coat, long boi. spirals. colours. difficult to look at.

Helen: long har, long fingers, long teeth, long coat, long gorl. spirals. colours. difficult to look at.

Peter Lukas: grumpy old sea captain. probably wearing a hat or a macintosh, definitely has a grey beard.

Agnes Montague: literally on fire

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Would You Rather

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Summary: Y/N watches a movie. Bucky thinks she’s only had shit boyfriends.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: swearing; some sexual innuendos if you squint; spoiler for To All The Boys 2

A/N: i’m just gonna leave this here; i know i’ve just updated it yesterday but I LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH

A/N2: i ain’t taking any responsibility for this or the next part (that will come tomorrow?), and as always i’d like to thank my beta and most supportive babe on this earth @the-chocolate-moose (please keep your blood pressure in check, don’t die on me)

Y/N wakes up with fingers grazing over her bare arm. There’s a hard body nestled right next to her and she snuggles closer, breathing in the smell of flesh, sleep and a faint forgotten tone of cologne. The sun that’s shining through the open windows heats her back, but she doesn’t want to move – right on the verge of waking up, there’s nowhere else that could ever feel better than this. A kiss to the top of her head, and she grasps at the tank top under her hand.

“Come on, baby, it’s already 10 o’clock.”

“Who cares?” She mumbles. “It’s Sunday.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been up for half an hour and I can’t listen to your mumbling about The Office anymore.” He says and nudges her in the shoulder. “I’ll make pancakes, come on.”

Y/N’s eyes pop open and she raises her head. Bucky’s hair is mated to one side, his mouth is quirked in a smile and he’s watching her from deep within an ocean. She’s never loved his eyes more than she does first thing in the morning, right before he gets out of bed.

“Can you put some chocolate chips in them, please?” She murmurs, a rare sweet smile that she only keeps for him.

“Sure, honey.” Bucky kisses her forehead once more and stands up from the bed. “Do you still have those coconut flakes I got? I can add those as well if you want.”

Y/N nods as she watches him put on sweatpants. Bucky starts chuckling when he notices her still laying in bed, sheets bunched up on her torso and thighs, inspecting his every move. He leans over her again, making her squeal when he delivers a rain of pecks on her cheeks.

“I’ll make the pancakes, but you have to make the coffee. I still have no idea how that stupid machine of your works.”

“Ok, ok! I’ll get up, jeesh! And here I thought you’re gonna bring me breakfast in bed.” She pouts.

“Who do you think you are, asshole?” He laughs. “Goddamn Queen of England? Get your butt to the kitchen, I’m spoiling you enough as it is.”

With Bucky gone, Y/N manages to put on her own clothes (well, technically that’s Bucky’s t-shirt, but he doesn’t need to know that), brush her teeth and make the bed. The smell of food finally forces her into the open kitchen, but she’s taking her sweet time in order to admire the view. Bucky’s piling pancakes on two plates, topless. Because that’s obviously the way to fucking cook, isn’t it? The muscles in his back and arms ripple with the motions, and Y/N is suddenly reminded how stupid boys are with their cute faces and dumb bodies.

“I’m almost done and there’s still no coffee.” He announces, back still to her.

“Oh, get off it, you big baby. I’ll make you your goddamned coffee.”

She pushes him to the side in order to turn on the machine. He bumps his butt to hers when she passes him to pour some water from the sink, which makes Y/N yelp and jab a finger in his stomach. Bucky slaps her hand away with the spatula, but she just sticks her tongue out and gives him the finger. Leaning on the counter, watching him flip the last pancake, Y/N crosses her arms in front of her.

“Do you have anything to do today?”

“Nope.”

Bucky takes the full plates and sets them on the table in front of the tv. He waits for her to take her own place on the sofa, keeping quiet until she doesn’t have two steaming mugs in her hands anymore.

“Peggy is spending her weekend at our place, so I was hoping to just hang around here and be lazy with you.”

“Ugh, fine. But if you’re gonna make me put on more clothes, I’ll kick you out.” She warns.

“When did I ever ask you to put on more clothes, babe?”

“You’re disgusting.”

A few hours later, Bucky is scrolling through his phone, while Y/N is laying under his arm, his free hand absently playing with hers. She’s entirely enraptured by what is happening in the movie on tv, which made her bite his knuckles once or twice. He’s unable to focus enough to follow the plot, but her comments and grumbles still make him laugh. A gasp suddenly escapes her lips and she squeezes his forearm, effectively trapping it between her chest and her hands. Bucky can feel her heartbeat under his skin, but he’s a bit distracted by the softness right at the edge of his arm.

“I knew it! I knew you were gonna go back to Peter!” She shouts. “Oh my God, that is so sweet. He loves her so much. Look, baby! Babe, look, look, they’re kissing, he loves her!”

“Stop pulling at my arm, I’m looking, you dumbass! Jesus Christ, how can you be so strong when you’re so tiny?” Bucky grumbles. “What happened?”

“He told her he’s been waiting for her to drive her home because it’s snowing and he knows she doesn’t like driving when it’s snowing. Isn’t this the cutest thing ever?”

Bucky frowns at the tv and then down at Y/N. She’s pouting, big puppy eyes waiting for his reaction. He flicks her forehead, making her bite on his thumb that she’s still clutching.

“Your boyfriends must’ve been shit if you think that’s the cutest thing ever.”

“He’s just a soft boy who’s told her she can break his heart if she wants to. How is that not romantic?”

Bucky shifts in his place until he’s laying on the couch, Y/N on top of him. She crosses her hands on his chest and places her chin on top, demanding an explanation. He smells like coffee and aftershave, and she’s just now noticing his jaw is clean. A finger traces his face until it lands on his bottom lip and she taps it two times. Bucky grabs her hand, kisses each of her finger tips and clutches it back to his chest.

“Ok, so this is a movie about teenagers, right?” He asks and waits for her to nod. “So, it’s more than likely they’ll break up when they’ll move to college. Now, would you rather live the greatest love story of all but not end up with that person or make it work with someone, putting in the effort through the years, knowing that in the end it was all worth it?”

“Can’t I have both?” She giggles. “Alright, fine. In the great words of my sweet bean Michael, ‘if soulmates do exist, they're not found. They're made. People meet, they get a good feeling, and then they get to work building a relationship.’ I’d rather be with someone who I can trust with all my being, although it might get tough at times. I don’t need a soulmate and I don’t need to be swept off my feet constantly, to live a whirlwind romance that ends up fizzling out. I want someone that I can count on, that I know will be there for me no matter what. I want someone I know I can love unconditionally and who will love me back no matter how atrocious I can get at times.”

“You can get pretty horrible.” Bucky nods seriously and has to dodge another flick of her hand. “So, there you go. It’s not the cutest thing ever. It’s cute, yes, but we both know there are more important things in a relationship.”

Y/N hums in agreement and lowers her head on his chest. Her eyes are starting to droop, the heat of the sun mixed with the smell of him making her drowsy.

“Would you rather marry me or your supposed soulmate?” She mumbles, already half asleep.

“You are my soulmate. I’d marry you in any life.” Bucky murmurs in her hair.

“You can’t. Sam would have a heart attack.” Bucky’s laugh rumbles under her, making her smile. “We should do it though. I mean, I’m never going to find anyone I love more than you anyway.”

“I want a spring wedding then.” He chuckles.

“Good. Me too.”

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Knowing which tropes you like/dislike and what you wrote you want in the tags of your last ask for this fifth season I’m SO curious to know your thoughts on the eps!! As I already said, I’d LOVE to hear your opinion on it. But anyways, I hope you like it as much as I did lol ✌🏼

OKAY SO

i just got done watching Eps 1 and 2 and here are my thoughts so far

Oh my god it’s so good

Thoughts:

Hell.

I am absolutely enraptured with King of Hell Lucifer and exploring Mr. Said-Out-Bitch’s hell loop. You really get to see Lucifer’s grown understanding of humanity and himself. Also the demons are oddly sweet. I enjoyed the back and forth on the case between Chloe and Lucifer, it still felt like they were a team, even separated.

(also somehow i forgot how pretty Tom is as Lucifer. I was happy to be reminded)

Michael.

How delightfully awful he is! I do think the first ep would have had better impact if the trailer hadn’t overplayed the twist. Imagine if we HADN’T known about Michael??? Gosh. His mimicry of Lucifer’s voice was creepy af well done. Also “What do you most fear?” oh SHIT i got CHILLS. because of course it’s fear. Of course it is. the opposite of desire, the hinderance of it. How could Michael have been anything else?

(Interesting that his twin, Lucifer, who runs Hell - a realm built on fear, and yet it’s Michael who holds that power)

Obsessed with how his bad arm/shoulder alters his silhouette. Bravo to Tom on making these characters so different, love the physicality of it. I waffle on Michael right now because I can see little moments of him that I like, which then get SWIFTLY erased by the absolute sheer dickery of the man. (also fuck him for what he said to Linda). I’m pending.

Chloe.

Chloe playing Michael and then shooting him was sooooo satisfying 10/10. She’s a little meaner this season, but so far, I’m into it. She’s not perfect and it’s kinda nice to see her be a little vindictive. Also she looks hot as fuck and i am endlessly distracted by her soft hair and her legs and when she drives fast. I’m shallow sometimes.

After so many episodes of Lucifer projecting onto cases, I’m enjoying Chloe falling into that. It’s delightful to watch.

Music.

THE MUSIC??? I’m gonna look up every track on this season because so far it’s fucking brilliant,

Things I’m Not Sold On:

Lucifer’s off hand remark about killing Mr. SOB for 750k. Lucifer doesn’t care about money and he doesn’t kill people. Seems weird. (He’ll def displace your balls for impersonating him though. Doesn’t bode well for mikey)

Since WHEN does Ella date dirtbags/bad boys? On screen she has one pity fling with Dan and....that’s it. Or I guess you could count the awkward shoehorned attraction to Pierce, but yeah, Not really On Board for this one.

Maze constantly switching allegiances to side with the bad guy. Literally every season she does this and YEAH she changed her mind again but idk man. feels bad. Maze deserves better than to have her growth constantly ignored / for the character to backslide over and over.

#lucifer #lucifer spoilers #wollfgang liveblogs #sort of #asks #thomothy #txt

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Moving Violation (MLQC Shaw - NSFW)

Description: Public transportation gets a lot more exciting when a gorgeous stranger decides to give you a hand 😉 Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised. SPOILER for chapter 17-1 only. Trigger warning(s): public fingering Word Count: 1698 words (~8 mins of shameless smut) AO3: read here Author’s Notes: This story contains SPOILERS for chapter 17-1 ONLY. If you don’t want to be spoiled at all, now would be a good time to stop reading 😆

As soon as this guy made an appearance in the game, you know I had to write for him. Although I don’t even know his name, I DO know he’s hot AF LOL. The events in this story are based on chapter 17-1; I just added my own smutty take on things. Please note the potential trigger warning in the tags above, and happy reading! 🥰

Nb) Lyrics taken from Green Day's "Holiday" are marked with an asterisk. (song written by Michael Pritchard / Frank Wright / Billie Joe Armstrong. © Warner Chappell Music, Inc)

All characters & Mr Love: Queen’s Choice owned by Elex

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Clang.

The metal links of a wallet chain hit the steel trim of the seat beside yours, the sound so jarring it immediately pulled you from your thoughts. Turning your gaze from the window, your senses are assailed:

Hair that fell in devil-may-care directions over features all at once delicate and masculine — lavender grey, like the colour of a gathering storm, accentuated with silver like streaks of lightning blazing across an unsettled sky.

Metal studs embellishing a black leather jacket brushing against your arm, cool and sharp even through the sleeve of your cardigan, making you press closer to the side of the bus on instinct.

A hint of cinnamon, spicy and sweet each time the bubble in his mouth deflated with an audible pop, only to reemerge after a few subtle movements of a defined jaw and the push of his tongue through a thin, pink membrane.

And although the vehicle lurched forward each time the lead-footed driver stepped on the gas, the young man managed to keep his skateboard balanced against the back of the seat in front, the underside of its deck covered in a dizzying array of colourful but faded decals. Worn and treasured, like the mp4 player he suddenly produced from the pocket of his jacket, elegantly long digits in fingerless leather gloves fiddling with dials whose details had rubbed off long ago.

The stranger leans back in his seat, long legs spreading wide until one brushes the hem of your skirt…waves of heat emanating from the skin of his knee beneath ripped denim to send tingles up the bare flesh of your thigh.

Brows furrowed, you stare sharply in his direction from the corner of your eye. You had done your best to ignore that twinge of annoyance when he first chose to sit next to you on an otherwise empty bus. Brushed it off when it grew with the knock of his shoulder into yours. But the continued rubbing of his knee against your thigh — each bump of the rough ride sending it higher up your leg — was something you found unsettling. And stimulating.

Nonplussed by your reaction to the invasion of personal space, the stranger fits buds into ears boasting several piercings each, thumb tapping the scratched up player until all you could hear was the tinny refrain of Green Day rocking at insanely high volume over his headphones:

“I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives On holiday…”*

Suddenly, perfect eyebrows arch over amber eyes that train on yours to transform your annoyance into surprise. He leisurely looks you up and down, tongue sweeping over the edges of white teeth as he does…slow, as if considering some complicated calculation. Then, as the corners of his lips pull up into a devastatingly handsome smirk, you are similarly devastated to find yourself incredibly turned on by a man you knew absolutely nothing about.

Removing an earbud, the beautiful stranger slides up even closer to whisper in your ear, “Wanna listen?”

His voice is deep and playful, the heat of his breath electric on your skin and charged with an eroticism that effectively shuts down any protests you may have had. So you let him carefully position the bud in your ear, feeling goosebumps bloom wherever he touched, guitar riffs accompanying fingertips that drag from your lobe to your neck, traversing your shoulder and down your arm…before finally coming to rest on the top of your thigh.

Nipples hardening beneath the lace cups of your bra, you tense at the embarrassing possibility of your arousal being on full display through the thin front of your blouse. He slides his arm around your shoulder in response, pulling you flush against his side as the undertones of that husky voice switch from teasing to a soothing coo:

“Baby, relax. Just focus on the music, yeah?”

The hand on your leg begins to move, inching up your skirt, fingers tracing circles as they caress the skin of your inner thigh — so sensitive he grinned to watch you twitch at the sensation of his nails grazing flesh as he sought the moist warmth in the space between.

Soft lips smooth across the line of your jaw, the stranger's voice dropping even lower, as if revealing some illicit secret: “Focus on how good my fingers will make you feel.”

That beautiful face nuzzles into the nape of your neck, and you feel his chest expand against your arm when he breathes in deep — his exhalation masking the gasp you failed to contain when the tip of his finger made its first brush across your clit, swollen beneath a layer of silk.

Already impossibly hot, you glance at your surroundings once more to ensure you were the only two passengers on the bus during the early morning commute. You wondered if the driver heard your shuddering pants as the young man played with your pussy over your panties, wondered if he could smell the heady musk of arousal that was surely suffusing the immediate vicinity.

Wondered if he noticed the spread of your legs from that distance in the rear view mirror, growing wider in response to the lust that glazed over amber eyes to hold you captive.

Suddenly, the stranger retracts his large hand, its absence leaving the space between your legs cool and wanting. Past the point of caring about masking your desperation, you implore the stranger with a look that dripped with need. He smirks, eyes crinkling with mischief as he winks at you before proceeding to lick his digits — pink tongue swirling about the index…middle…then ring finger in excruciatingly slow turn.

To your relief, he brings his hand down once more. But this time, your panties are roughly pulled aside before you feel those spit-moistened fingers sliding along your folds and glancing at your clit…exploring bare flesh. At first contact, you hear the breath hitch in his throat. Hear the thick arousal even he couldn’t hide behind teasing banter when he says, “Looks like I didn’t need to lube up my fingers after all. Guess this excites you more than you let on.”

You couldn’t even argue, nor did you want to. Lips parting as shaky lungs drew in much needed air, your head falls back, the black cord of your shared headphones the only thing grounding you to reality when it pulls taut against your movement. A reminder that although his fingers sent you to the heights of ecstasy with the way they plunged in and out of your pussy — almost frictionless with how turned-on you were — you still had your skirt bunched up and legs spread wide on a public bus in broad daylight, a complete stranger’s talented fingers fucking you so hard and fast your thighs trembled and your underwear became a soaking mess, absorbing slick moisture that dripped in copious amounts.

“This is the dawning of the rest of our lives...”*

The music crescendoed just as the tension in your body swelled to breaking point, the thumb rubbing circles about your clit relentless like the fingers diving deep to push you over the edge of desire.

All of a sudden, the bus lurches as the driver slams on the brakes. Momentum continuing to drive your body forward like a rag doll, the muscular arm around you tenses to keep you from smashing face first into the seat in front. But the driver’s careless technique had another unintended consequence: the young man’s fingers drove even deeper inside you at just the right angle to make you fall apart completely. Spasming within his embrace, you thought nothing of burying your face into his chest to bite at his collarbone through his shirt, trying to muffle your screams.

“Sorry about that! Everyone ok back there?" Still descending from a higher plane of bliss, the driver’s voice seems so far removed.

“Yeah man, just take it easy next time," the stranger shouts back, fingers leaving a wet trail along the inside of your thigh as he finally pulls out from your trembling body.

He makes a show of examining his fingers, slick under the warm rays of sunlight filtering in through the window behind you. But nothing compared to the heat in your cheeks when he traced his lips with the tip of his index, the shiny coat of arousal accentuating pink flesh before his tongue swept out to savour every last drop.

And as the bus pulls up to the next stop — much more smoothly this time around — the handsome stranger leans in close, removing the headphone from your ear before he says,

“Sweet, just the way I like it. Be seein’ you around."

Readjusting his earbuds, he tucks his skateboard under one arm, amber eye winking at you beneath lavender grey strands one last time before he exits, the sound of his skateboard hitting the pavement the last thing you hear before the pneumatic doors shut and you slump back in your seat.

You didn’t even know his name.

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Guess what? We STILL don’t know his name in the English server LOL! As always, thanks for reading and check out more of my work here! 📚

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