#god this is so sweeet

[mimi1985s-blog]

Stunning!!

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[thxnks4themrms]

I want pad see ew and a Thai tea rn

[hoshifighting]

WARNINGS: smut, penetrative sex, nasty messy sex so—mentions of body fluids (cum), hair pulling, cock riding, really horny reader, hoshi rolling his hips like a slut, it doesnt have an order, it's just a long drabble of how hoshi fucks.

hoshi's hip (sex) game is the topic of the night, and this a post 100% dedicated to it (and how he fucks basically). i swear, there's not a SINGLE fic of mine that doesnt mention hoshi circling his hips or going balls sack deep. DUH. he’s a dancer—body carved by god or whoever tf is up there crafting perfect models for shit like this.

but looks like all of his dancer journey have gone straight into how he fucks. and yeah, you should��ve said something earlier, should’ve prepared your damn soul for the hip game this man is packing. but nah, you were dumb. reckless. thought it’d just be another roll in the sheets.

it was not.

he’s got you laid out like a fucking masterpiece, your legs trembling before he’s even inside. his hands r steady as hell, holding your hips like they’re choreography. “you good?” he asks trying to sound cute, heartly being careful but with that stupidly hot, cocky grin curling his lips, like he already knows the answer. he does.

and when he slides in, it's game over. it’s not just the stretch (which is already enough to have your back arching like you’re tryna touch the ceiling). it’s the way he moves. hoshi doesn’t thrust. he rolls his hips, and i JUST KNOW! that it goes straight to the sweeet spot. he knows will ruin you. you’re done. wiped out.

“you feel that?” smug motherfucker. and yeah, you do. his tip’s got your g'spot on lockdown, like he mapped that shit out beforehand. every roll has his glutes flexing, you didn’t think you’d ever appreciated someone’s ass mid-fuck until hoshi, the power in them driving him deeper, balls-deep and then some. it’s like he’s tryna rewrite your anatomy.

“fuck me—” it’s the only thing you can manage because every other thought in your brain has been evicted.

“yeah, that’s what i thought.” he punctuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips. he’s got one hand gripping your thigh, the other tangling in your hair. if it’s long, he’s wrapping it around his wrist, pulling your head back just enough to meet his gaze.

“look at me,” he commands, and his hips don’t. fucking. stooooop, grinding into you like he’s on heat. “c’mon, babe. lemme hear you.”

but all you can manage is this strangled suffocated moan because his pulse is fucking otherworldly. he knows it, too. his smirk deepens, his eyes dark with that predatory gleam of someone who knows he’s completely destroying you.

legs, trembling. breath, nonexistent. moans, choked af, caught in your throat because his tip is right there. massaging your cervix, hitting that spot like it owes him rent. hips circling so smoothly it feels like he’s winding you tighter and tighter, like you’re about to snap.

and when you do—because obviously you do—he doesn’t slow down. no, he leans into it, letting you ride that high while his pace stays maddeningly perfect. every roll, every grind, like he’s got this whole thing down to a science.

hoshi knows exactly what he’s doing. and he loves it. loves the way your body reacts to him, the way your thighs tremble and your back arches, the way your moans break apart like you can’t take it anymore. “told you, didn’t i?” he says, grinning as he watches you unravel. “best fuck in the world.”

you knew you were screwed the moment hoshi smiled at you during that dinner. not the polite kind of smile tho—it was the type that tugged at the corner of his mouth, the one that promised chaos (very hoshi of him). you’d spent the whole night thinking, damn, he’s so sweet, so charming, falling for his jokes and the way his laugh made everything else blur. and then, that same mouth was pressed against your neck not even two hours later, and now you’re realizing that “sweet” is the last fucking word you’d ever use for him.

it’s not even just him, it’s the fact that he drags you down with him. one second, you’re gasping like some innocent disney princess; the next, you’ve got your knees digging into the mattress, heels propped up, grinding down on his cock like you’re trying to carve his name into your pussy.

“ohmygodyouresofuckingbig” you gasp, your voice wild, your hand braced against the headboard so you don’t fucking launch into orbit. his hands resting on your hips, loose as hell, like he’s just chilling, letting you take what you want.

he laughs at the sight, his chest glistening from sweat, abs flexing every time you drop down. his head tips back against the pillow, a hand running through his messy hair as he watches you like you’re putting on the show of a lifetime. “weren’t you just the sweetest little thing at dinner? now you’re grinding on me like you think i’m about to leave.”

your reply isn’t even a word. it’s a throaty, drawn-out moan, one that sounds ripped straight from a porno, because hoshi’s cock feels like it was engineered to ruin you. every time your hips roll down, you feel him, thick and impossibly deep, stretching you making your brain short-circuit. “shit, baby,” he groans when you clench around him, his hands tightening ever so slightly. “you’re so—fuck—tight.”

you’re too far gone to even be embarrassed. filthy sounds of your bodies moving together are louder than any shame you could’ve had, and when his tip drags right against your sweet spot, you lose it.

“fuck, hoshi,” you babble, your voice cracking as you try to form coherent thoughts. “so deep, you’re so—god, you’re—you’re ruining me!”

his laugh rumbles beneath you. “ruining you?” he mocks. “baby, you’re doing all the work. look at you. riding me like you’re afraid my cock’s gonna disappear.”

you barely register his words. but when he takes one hand and tangles it in your hair again, pulling just enough to tilt your head back, you’re done for. absolutely done. “oh my god, oh my fucking god,” you cry out, your thighs burning from the effort, but you don’t stop. can’t stop. he’s too deep, too good, his cock hitting your g-spot with every grind, every roll, and it’s got you unraveling at the seams.

“listen to you,” he keeps talking, even though he's more moaning than saying anything. “such a good girl at dinner, saying please and thank you. now you’re on my cock, moaning like you’re getting paid for it.”

“you—fuck—you’re so—fucking big,” you manage to gasp, your hand sliding down his chest, fingers curling into his slick skin as if that’ll keep you steady. “so deep, hosh, i can’t—i’m gonna—oh my god.”

his hips shifting up just a fraction to meet yours. that tiny movement sends stars shooting across your vision, and agian, he fucking knows it. “yeah?” he murmurs, his voice dropping lower. “you gonna cum for me, baby? gonna cream my cock, hm?” his words shouldn’t hit as hard as they do, but your body reacts before your brain can catch up. your thighs tremble, your moans turning into these high-pitched, incoherent whines as you chase that high, grinding down harder, faster.

“that’s it,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to make your screams go silent. “fuck, you’re so good. so fucking good. take it, baby. take everything.”

and when you finally snap, your head tipping back, your moans breaking into sharp, breathless cries, he lets you ride it out. doesn’t rush, doesn’t push, just watches with this half-lidded, satisfied grin as you completely lose your dignity on his cock.

AND.

he loves the mess. thrives in it, even.

it starts when he’s got his fingers buried in you, watching the way your slick coats them with every pump. his other hand’s braced against your thigh, holding you open, keeping you spread so he can watch the way you clench and drip around him.

“listen to that,” grin on his face pure sin as his fingers curl. the wet, obscene sounds of your cum fill the air, and he’s eating it up, moaning slutty like it’s his favorite fucking song. “so messy, baby. you like that, huh? making such a pretty little mess on my hand.” he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, until there’s a wet spot on the sheets beneath you, proof of just how far he went.

“fuck, look at that,” he groans, dragging his coated fingers along your inner thigh, leaving wet trails that make you shudder. when he slides into you, it’s like he’s in a trance. slow just enough to feel the way your walls squeeze around him, wet and hot and perfect. but then he pulls out almost entirely, glancing down to watch the way your cum clings to him, coating every inch of his cock in a slick, glistening sheen.

he does it again. until he’s buried deep, then pulls out just to watch. the slick sound of it drives him insane, makes him groan low in his throat as he watches strings of your sluick stretch between you before dripping down onto the sheets. every thrust is accompanied by the wet, obscene sound of your slick, loud enough to echo in the room, loud enough to make him grin (maybe thats why he likes to roll his hips deep inside you, because makes the sound louder??) “every time i move, i can hear you, baby. you hear that? that’s all you.”

but it’s never enough for him, hoshi’s gotta see it. so he slows down, pulls out entirely, and fuck, the sight alone is enough to make him lose it. your arousal glistens on his cock, dripping in thick, shining lines, pooling onto the bed beneath you. he runs a hand along his length, spreading it, smearing it, just so he can watch how messy you’ve made him.

and then he’s back inside, the glide impossibly smooth, wet and filthy, and he’s groaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt.

[trvthservm]

// age gap // dubious consent // student teacher relationship nanami knows he's a sick, sick man. he realises the extent of his depravity when his eyes first fall on your innocent form when you walk into his class for the first time. he knows its wrong to look at you like that — to look at you like he wants to eat you whole. you are none the wiser, always wearing the shortest plaid skirts and sweaters that hang off your shoulder, just to entice him with the baby pink bra strap that digs into your skin. 

he knows what kind of girl you are. the kind to wear strawberry flavoured lipgloss and vanilla perfume, like a doll wrapped up just for him to get his claws into. he knows that you are a hardworking girl, someone who burns the midnight oil instead of partying out like her peers. no, he knows you sit down at your desk dressed in frilly pajamas, going through his recorded lectures and notes so you could be the best in his class. 

he wants you like how the snake wanted eve to push her pearly white teeth into the apple, letting the sinful juice drip down her lips. he wants you like how evil wants carnage.

its not difficult for him either, to get a pretty thing like you under him. all he has to do is ask you to stay back in the big lecture hall, watch the way your throat bobs as he walks closer, a smirk playing on his lips. it does not take him long to have your lips wobble and your eyes filled with fresh tears.

its easy to have you pliant and ready to do as he pleases when he tells you that your grades have significantly dropped. he sees your animated face shake slowly, denying it internally. he smiles to himself with the panic painted on your face. 

"it happens," he lies, "girls like you work hard in the beginning and then get distracted with boys." he lies again. you shake your head fervently, hoping he sees your desperation. you deny it with honeyed words, your begging saccharine sweet to his ears.

you are angel incarnate and he's the devil's son. 

he has you on your knees trying to show him how good of a student you are, how you only focus on professor nanami's lectures. he has you worship his sinful cock like it was the holy truth of god. he doesnt mind the sticky pink gloss that coats his length. he welcomes it. it reminds him of how awful of a man he is.

he holds your hair out of your face like he cares, like he wants to be a supportive as he can. instead he uses all his force to pull you onto his dick over and over again. your sweeet moans and the noises of your restricting throat fills the hall, echoing throughout. he knows its fucked for him to have you serving him while countless other academics used that space to change the minds of students. 

he only cares about taking control of your mind. he cant help himself , not even when he pulls his throbbing cock out of your soft mouth so he can have your legs thrown on his shoulders. he pushes himself into you, the only preparation your virgin cunt had was his soft kiss to her and a rough two fingers gauging if he could fit.

he surely doesn't regret it when he feels you wrapped around him, your body shaking with the wrongful pleasure you felt. he definitely doesn't when he picks up your skirt hiding the way you were both connected just so he could take a good look at the way he had debauched his favorite student. 

[navybrat817]

Hey- if you're still taking prompts for ficlet Friday- Bucky and #31- pinky swear.

Oh, this is sweeet! How about more of our drunk!Bucky before that night out?

Pinky Swear

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: Over 800

Warnings: Talk of fear of heights, backstory, slight angst, slight fluff

A/N: Takes place before Pretty Girl.

Bucky deeply inhaled the cool evening air and exhaled slowly. He hadn't moved from his spot on the outdoor sofa since he sat down, but he knew the number of steps it would take to get from his seat to the door. Looking at the rooftop guardrail, he reminded himself it was more than tall and sturdy enough to prevent anyone from falling. He was fine. Everything was fine.

“Bucky!” your pretty voice beckoned to him over the rest of the chatter from the group. “Come look at this view.”

Finding a stable point to look at was always good practice when he was afraid, and who better to look at than you? His pretty girl. You weren't technically his girl, but you were in his heart and you looked extra pretty tonight. He told himself the reason his heart stopped was because of how pretty you looked and not because of how close you were to the guardrail.

And here you wanted him to join you, but his body wouldn't move.

“I’m good right here,” he said, his smile tight. He gripped his beer bottle so tight he almost shattered it.

“You sure?” you smiled over your shoulder.

All he had to do was take a breath, get up, and join you. His head spun at the very thought, and he couldn't do it. He was a fucking coward. “I’m good,” he said again.

There was a frown on your pretty face as you went over to the sofa and sat beside him. “Hey. Are you okay?”

You always seemed to know when he was feeling off and he wanted to remove the concern from your eyes. “I don't…”

“You don't what?”

He inhaled and exhaled again, and he felt your pretty gaze on him as he ran a hand through his hand. There was nothing wrong with telling you. Maybe it would make him feel better. “I don't like heights,” he said above a whisper, feeling some of his anxiety subside.

It stemmed from his childhood when he lost his dad in a parachute accident, and it never went away. The fear only got worse when he fell from the train. When he was under HYDRA’s command, he wasn't allowed to experience fear. They locked it away deep inside with the rest of him. Now that was himself again, his fears came back to the surface stronger than before.

“Oh, Bucky.” You moved a little closer and angled your body as if to shield him from the view. It was sweet of you. “Are you okay?”

His jaw clenched, but he nodded. “I'm fine as long as I don't go to the railing.”

Your eyes widened and he felt like shit when he saw the guilt that swam there. “Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have asked you to look if-”

“Don’t be. You had no idea,” he said, putting his hand over yours and quickly pulling away when he realized what he did. “I know you wouldn't have asked if you knew.” You were one of the most thoughtful people in his life. If you knew in advance that he hated heights, you not only would've kept him far from the railing, but you would've made the gang move the gathering somewhere else to accommodate him.

“No, I wouldn’t push you out of your comfort zone,” you confirmed, staring at your hand where he touched it.

“You’d somehow widen the comfort zone so I felt okay,” he smiled. That was the kind of person you were.

“Maybe,” you smiled. “May I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he nodded. Anything you wanted.

“If you don't like heights, what made you come up here?” you asked curiously.

You.

But he didn't admit that you were the reason. It would've been the right time or place. “I… I don't want it to be a big deal. Besides, I wouldn't look like a team player if I skipped,” he answered, and he was telling the truth. You were still the number one reason though.

“Well, if you aren't feeling it, we can go to the lounge. Just say the word,” you offered.

“We?” he repeated.

You played with the hem of your shirt, which made him smile. “Yeah, I mean, if you want the company.”

Bucky always wanted your company. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he smiled, leaning in a little closer. “And listen. I know this is silly, but if you could not say anything. Steve’s the only one who knows and…”

Bucky was learning to be vulnerable again. He was trying. And if there was anyone who wouldn’t use his fears against him even in a joking manner, it was you. He trusted you.

“I won't say a word,” you whispered.

“You swear?” he smiled.

You surprised him by wrapping your pinky around his, and your touch would linger long after you let go. “Pinky swear.”

Love and thanks for participating in Ficlet Friday! ❤️ And we still need him to confess.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Everyone is sending GIF requests, so, here is mine. Hint: Jealous John? (Though I doubt this man can ever be jealous but...whatever comes to your genius brain)

Thanks!

@sweetwolfcupcake SWEEETS!!!!! I loved this prompt SO MUCH!!! You're such a genius. *kisses your head* I hope you like this! 💗💗💗

Bodyguard!John Wick x Shy!Curvy!Fem!Student!Reader

⚠warnings: threat of noncon (not John), mention of parental death

For the record, you didn’t mean to fall in love with John Wick. But he was nothing like the other goons your father had tasked with guarding you before.  Wick was tall, and handsome, and had the soulful eyes of a poet. You know he’s dangerous; he can kill a man 30 ways with a pencil (the men of your father’s Bratva will not shut up about it) but he seems so…gentle. And the thing that really proved your undoing?

That good looking bastard was bookish, and it did something inconceivable to your lit major brain. Ever your dark shadow, you spent countless late nights in the library together, and so many Saturday afternoons browsing the used bookshops, combing for treasures. He would rescue the books that looked better fit for the waste bin, taking them to repair. Maybe he was there to protect you, for your father had many unsavory enemies, but it was easy to forget when John discussed with you the finer points of the Bloomsbury Set or the themes of Anna Karenina.  

Maybe your father assigned John to you because he was one of the few gangsters around in his brigata one could trust to guard a relatively innocent young lady–that didn’t mean John was safe from you. You just couldn’t help yourself; you’d like to plead insanity, your honor, the night you finally broke and tried to kiss him, while he was helping you with your homework for Russian Lit 301. 

How stupid you felt, how utterly pathetic, when he’d very kindly dislodged you from his so soft mouth, looking at you with pity in his sad dark eyes. “You know…we can’t do this,” he told you.

Mortified, you’d fled to your room and cried, knowing you are the most ridiculous human being on the face of the earth.

What were you thinking?

You are nothing like the tall, ethereal creatures that populate the clubs where Wick frequents with your father. You are shy, and curvy, and frankly…a nerd. An old soul, your father would say fondly, but you know he is just being kind.

You’re not sure how you got it into your head, that you were going to make Wick sorry. You’ve never been one for going out, but you decide to give it a whirl, wanting to be anyone but yourself. You decide to go to the Red Circle, to hang out with the other Bratva brats who care way more about clubbing and clothes and who’s fucking who, than classes at NYU. 

At first you really hate it–but after a few shots of vodka, it’s not so bad. John has to hang back, keeping an eye on you but not interacting with your friends. He’s scary good at lurking in the shadows, but you know he’s keeping an eye on every move you make. Maybe that’s why you let Alexsei kiss you, the son of a semi-friendly loan shark who works in proximity with your father. You don’t really like him, if you’re being honest. But he’s not totally hideous–and he’s there–and John will have to watch it all. 

You and Alex start to have a thing. It’s no big deal. Something to do, on the summer break from your studies. You invite him over to watch a movie, knowing you’ll have the house to yourself. Your father is always at his office doing business, your idiotic brother is always out getting into trouble with his khuligan friends, and your mother…is dead, God rest her poor soul. 

You can tell Alex is a little drunk, when he shows up at your door. He’s very handsy, when you settle in on the couch to watch the latest mindless action flick, his pick. It’s ok, until he tries to unbutton your pants.

You have a secret. 

You’re 21, nearly graduated from university–and you’re still a virgin. 

This is not a thing you intend to give to Alexsei Plushenko. You don’t even really like the way he touches you.

“Stop, Alex.”

“Don’t be scared,” he tries to coax you. “This will be fun.”

“No,” you say. “Let’s just…”

He covers your mouth with his, shutting you up, his heavy body pinning you on the couch. “Don’t be such a stuck up bitch.” His groping fingers squeeze your breast clumsily, painfully, before fumbling with your jeans again. You try to push him off, but he’s heavy, and strong.

Suddenly, he is yanked from you like he weighs nothing at all. You hardly recognize what is happening at first, until you hear the sound of flesh striking flesh. John is on him, his iron fist meeting the younger man’s face. 

“John! Stop!” 

Wick looks up at you, meeting your eyes in a primal lock of stares–your heart drops and soars again, as you feel as though you’ve stumbled on a wolf over his kill, and the wildest thing?

You get the inkling that wolf is jealous. 

“Don’t hurt him anymore,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. A beating will make some complications for your father. A death? Could mean war.

Wick punches the handsy young man one more time, his eyes never leaving yours, before hauling Alex up by the collar and frog marching him out the front door, tossing him down the concrete steps of your home.

John finds you waiting for him in the marble foyer, his eyes wild, his knuckles torn. You don’t even know what to say. 

“What did you even see in him?” he finally demands, clearly annoyed.

“He wasn’t you,” you answer without thinking.

Wick steps up to you, toe to toe, so that you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. His hair has broken free from its slicked back style, tendrils in his eyes.

He’s never looked more beautiful, your savage savior.

“You’re trying to get me killed.”

You shake your head, the very thought anathema to you. You are transfixed, unable to look away, unable to think. “You’re too precious to me,” you admit, and screw your eyes shut the moment you admit it, a spear of mortification piercing you from your heart to your stupid, aching, cunt.

“Milaya…” 

It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever said to you.

Your eyes drop to his knuckles, torn open in his defense of you. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Not to me.” You don’t know where you get the courage, to take his hand, and lead him up to your room. You can hardly believe it, that he actually follows you. In your ensuite bathroom you dab at his knuckles with a washcloth, slather him with ointment and plaster him with bandaids. You run out of sober flesh colored ones, so the last cut gets a Disney bandage, Ariel and sea-flowers decorating this severe man’s knuckles. 

He lets you do all this, watching you intensely with those dark eyes you’re certain can see into your soul. You stand too close–and he lets you, this haunted man who watches over you day and night. Your whole life you have never wanted for anything, your father’s money buying you all your heart could possibly desire.

Until now.

You find it hard to meet his eyes, zeroing in on a spot of blood on his stark white dress shirt. 

“Y/n.” With a gentle knuckle under your chin he turns your gaze up to his again. “You are too smart, and too beautiful, to be wasting your time with a fuckboy like Alexsei Plushenko.”

The first part you already knew. The second, from this man’s lips? Your knees nearly collapse out from under you, a flood of excitement and dread coursing through your system. You almost can’t stand it–it’s like being burned alive, and your native shyness rears with a vengeance. 

You try to flee, back to the safety of your room, and your books, your imaginary lives that can’t really hurt you–but he catches your hand. His grip is not hard, but it is enough to stop you dead in your tracks. 

“Y/n…” He’s pleading with you, but you don’t understand what he’s asking you. 

“You said you don’t want me, John…” you say, still unable to meet his eyes. “So let me go.” 

He answers by pulling you against him, the solid line of his torso a brick wall beneath the hand you raise to catch yourself. But bricks are not warm, like the flesh beneath his designer clothes. You can feel the wires in your brain sizzling, the synapses simply melting down. Your heart is Chernoble waiting to happen. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You said–”

“I said, ‘We can’t.’ Not, that ‘I don’t want you.’”

You almost cannot breathe, your heart attempting to beat out of your chest, a ringing in your ears that drowns out all else. There is nothing, nothing, in this world you’ve wanted more, than to hear those words from this man. But now that he’s standing before you, against you, holding you–you cannot move. You do not know what to do. 

He solves this problem by cupping your cheek in his big hand–God, how you’ve noticed those hands–and then he is pressing his mouth to yours, gentle at first, but then…hungry. As though John Wick has been starving, for you, and it’s all you can do just to stand there and take it without melting into a puddle on the floor. His arms wrap around your back, holding you, lifting you to your tiptoes as he devours you. When at last he pulls back you are left seeing stars, struck utterly speechless with your hands on his broad shoulders. 

“Tell me to stop,” he raggedly demands, his eyes boring down into yours. 

Finally, you find your courage, meeting his stare. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper. 

“Good. Because I don’t think I can.” He kisses you again, just as hungrily as the first time, his arm an iron band around your waist and his fingers sneaking up into your hair. That’s your kryptonite: your hair, and blithely you know he can do anything and everything he wants to you now.  

Your father is a bad man, but you have not had a bad life. You have never known hunger, or true physical pain. He has protected you from the violence of his world. He has played things smart enough that not even the FBI can touch you, even though they absolutely know what he is and where your family gets its money. Despite all this, you have been dying inside, a slow, withering demise, until John Wick’s lips touched yours. He is the life-giving rain over the desert; your heart is a field of wildflowers erupting in a superbloom. 

This time, he leads you, in between kissing you, to the loveseat at the foot of your bed. He sits, and only when he tries to pull you into his lap do you resist. “John…I’m too…much,” you insist, conscious of your generous flesh and what it would be like to set that on top of him, afraid he’ll be horrified. 

However, he just scoffs at you, grabbing you up anyway and guiding you down. For a moment you are weightless–he knows how to upset a person’s balance, how to use their weight against them to put them on the floor. This time he uses it to put you on him. You’re not exactly proud of it, but the ease with which he utterly manhandles you makes your long-neglected lady parts sing with desire. 

“You are perfect, dietka,” he insists, pulling you closer with hands on your round behind, “And I am very strong.” For the first time in you can’t remember how long–he smiles at you. That beautiful half smile with a sparkle in his dark eyes that takes your breath away–you love him so much it hurts. 

This time you don’t feel so shy, about kissing him. You feel like your bones are filled with butterflies, and you both moan and giggle as you do your best to devour each other from the mouth down. Aside from an appreciative squeeze of your thighs bracketing his hips, he doesn’t try to seduce you, even though you know you absolutely would have given him anything he asked you for. He is content, just to kiss you, for this night at least, and oh. He’s good at it too. 

You decide you would burn down the world, for one more kiss from John Wick.  

Later you find yourself snuggled in your bed with John, fully clothed, your head on his shoulder as he toys with the fine hairs at the back of your neck. His touch is heaven, and with your legs twined with his it’s hard not to squirm and writhe against his muscled thigh like a horny little gremlin. 

Later, you tell yourself. It can wait for later. 

Like maybe, tomorrow. 

“We’ll have to be careful,” he warns you. “If your father…” 

If your father found out, the best thing that could happen to John is getting fired. 

“I won’t let you get hurt,” you promise, kissing his bearded cheek, praying you’re telling the truth.

He chuckles at this; a deep sound you feel more than hear. “I thought that was my job?”

“You know what I mean.” 

“I know.” He looks down at you with a tenderness that curls your toes. “It would be worth it, for you.” 

Your heart has suddenly decided it would like to take up residence in your throat–permanently.

“Oh, John…”  

He kisses you again, a soft brush of lips that renders you weightless. This is how you die: it’s almost too much to stand, this impossibly full feeling in your chest. Then he narrows his eyes at you playfully. “You have been driving me mad, you little minx. I wanted to kill everyone who so much as looked at you in the Circle.” 

You snort at the thought–you do not understand, really, that he could absolutely do it too. 

“Not to worry. I think the library is more my speed.” He rests his head against yours with a small, contented sigh. “Mine too,” he admits. The smell of old books around you is a soothing balm to you both. 

You know small bits of his past. Morsels he has sprinkled, here and there in the conversations you have had. You know he did not have an easy childhood. You know that this life was not really his choice. Even less so than most, who move and work in the Underworld. 

“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?” you ask. 

He lifts an eyebrow at you. “I’m liking New York, at the moment,” he tells you with an affectionate squeeze. 

“Oh come on.” 

“Fine. I like Paris a lot.” 

“Hmm,” you answer, but what you think, is: Done.  You will have the opportunity to arrange to study abroad soon, and you think a trip away from the Tarasov territory might do you both some good.

Surely Papachka wouldn’t deprive you of your most trusted bodyguard?

[somebodycallixii]

im screaming these are so adorable!!! their expressions and how you decided to show the little scenarios is so perfect ❤️❤️❤️ you’re such a treasure

(first just wanted to say your art is so great and your contributions to the bb fandom truly can’t even be measured, you and your art is so appreciated and loved!!)

some random costume ideas: beauty and a beat (princess belle and a music note lol), bacon and eggs, maybe patpran dressing as inkpa or vice versa, barbie and ken, cruella and a dalmatian?? or them bickering about who gets to be the front part of a two-part costume like horse or something 😄

idk what costumes would work well for this but something like two vastly different interpretations of the same costume maybe? like they decide to be bunnies but one shows up like in an easter bunny costume and the other is like a playboy bunny and they look at each other like 😐 when they meet up LOL or i feel like something elaborate for pat designed by pran would be funny juxtaposed with pran being something silly and easy like a ghost with sunglasses on, like because he spent so much time making something for pat he forgot about himself so had to make something quick 😭

😭😭 aaah thank you so much!! All your ideas were great and I couldn't choose just one, so I did a few <3

[ve1vet-cake]

C h o i c e ?

Cw: Mention of murder and hints at family abuse!

Minors/ageless accs DNI

Characters belong to @14dayswithyou (and.. one belongs to me)

Summary: Someone decides to hold a certain someone accountable for their.... Sins

"Thank you so much for coming, Mr. [ ]"

The woman's lips stretched into a sinister smile as she watched the man sit down in front of her.

"Cut the act, bitch. Where is my wife." His tone showed that he wasn't asking, rather he was-

"Demanding. Hmhm~" The woman giggled, leaning back in her chair, strands of brown and platin blonde brushed past her shoulder and settled behind ehr back, her golden eyes seemingly catlike, trained on the man in front of her as if he were mere prey.

"I told you I'd get to it after our little... Chat" She hummed as she spread the cards, eyes leaving him for a second. "Or do you want me to kill her?" She looked up again through her lashes, bathing in the glares of the man.

Unbeknownst to him she'd never actively harm that woman. She didn't do anything that displeased her.

"Quit dragging this out then and get to the point." the man crossed his arms watching as the woman's nails trailed along the cards. "What do you want, why do you freak have my wife and why should I play this stupid game with you?" He tipped his head back, blue eyes glaring into his opponent.

"Well I just wanted a little talk and fun- say are you familiar with Tarot?" The expression on the brunette's face changed to one of utmost kindness and sweeetness.

"No."

She pouted.

"It can tell you your future, you know. You ask spirit or a god for something and they will tell you an outcome! It's highly fascinating."

"When will you bring me my wife?"

She pursed her lips.

"When I feel like it. Now, I have a question for you and you'll choose the answer by tapping a card."

The man nearly stood up, growling at the woman yet she didn't even bat an eye. With innocence laced eyes she smiled, pointing at the cards.

"Starting off easy; -"

~~~~~~~~~~~

After a few simple questions to get the man into the game, the woman smiled, seemingly satisfied.

"What nice foreplay! Now to the big questions...." A sadistic grin twisted her face and for a second the mam could've sworn he saw his soul burning in her eyes, succumbing to the flames of hell.

"What is your worse fear?"

Furrowing his brows he tapped a card, the slim fingers of the woman traced it before picking it up with a satisfied shriek.

"Three of swords! Separation! Afraid of losing your wife? My, only if you cared enough about your children to feel the same loss, hmm?"

The man's exes narrowed.

"How do you know of my children."

"Oh it was easy Taylor! But I digress" a high pitched laugh erupted from the woman's throat.

"I shouldn't be answering questions, you see. You are. Now then!"

As the woman excitedly went on about the exact separation Taylor was afraid of the man continuously attempted to interrupt her until one sentence fell.

"And this is why I won't be handing over your wife! It is far too funny to see you this pathetic! After all you aren't a real man- your son would qualify- not you th-"

With a loud thud the chair the man was sitting on hit the ground. He abruptly jumped from his chair, taking the woman by the collar of her blouse.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!"

All she could do was laugh, holding up the Tower, the last card he had touched and flipped unknowingly.

Her eyes widened, pupils turning a poisonous green.

"I believe you heard me just fine! And just so you know- Your little outburst won't stop me from taking everything you have and strip you from the shrivels of... Humanity you have." Her Head tilted sideways in an unnatural way.

"Or did you already forget what pain you caused Ichika? Hannah?.... Or my beloved darling?" The grin fell as her head snapped back in its original place. Her expression serious, she looked even more threatening.

"The tower predicts your downfall. Your end. I will no longer tolerate your pitiful existence."

The woman stood up, nails digging into the flesh of the man.

"I will stain my hands with your blood just so [Redacted] won't have to. You never deserved a wife like Ichika, or children like Hannah and him."

She pushed him off, adjusting her clothes, making her way to the door, leaving the man to stand there dumbfounded. He didn't know how to react, the rage, fear even the uneasiness her stares gave him made him freeze, overloaded with too much fury and fear.

"It was nice having this little chat" She smiled. "I have a few meetings to attend to.. further discuss your careers. Ta-taa~!"

And with that she slipped out of the room.

"Vel...."

Meanwhile someone couldn't quite comprehend what they had just witnessed via the security cams in that room.

[missamyrisa2]

"Aww ~ does it tickle so bad hun? You were such a tough guy when we started ~ what happened, huh? Did it tickle? Does it feel so good when I tickle you on your royal rod like this with my nice soft feather? Does that tiiiickle? Awww yeah it does. I know, I know. It tickles mmhmm. I think my feather tickles your ticklish parts and your belly bounces so sweet when I squeeze here oh yes it does~ Coochie coooo ~ you can't not laugh. You're so sexy like this cutie pie, I could just tease you all night and I think I miiight ~ do you feel my soft outfit on your ticklish skin? Yeahh? ~ where's my tough guy? Where's my I'm not ticklish that doesn't ticklish guy? All I see is a ticklish cutie crumbling like a sweet cookie now yes I dooo ooh yes I dooo ~ yes ticklish squirmy boy, ticklemama's got you mmhmm~ don't try to fight it, now that's just gonna make it worseee ~ ooh look at how hard that's getting ~ now now now don't get all dramatic. It's just tickles, babydoll. 'Ooh, oh my god' aww so sweeet. Ooh yes, oh nooo ~ uhh oh uh ohhhh ~ what's gonna happen what's gonna happen huh? Tickle, tickle, tickle ~ awww poor babehhh~ you just let it allll out for your Amy ticklemama we'll get all those giggles and big ticklish feelings out mmhmm ~<3"

Another commission from the amazing talented asiridraws/ @crimsonkingg22

And this one is kind of a big deal ~~~ I've had a lot of artwork commissioned over the years but I've never had one done with me as the tickler. Part of that is because though I teaseeee and tease so much, I am always a ticklee at heart. I probably deserve those tickles anyway ~ but also I've been waiting for an artist with the right style to really capture how I tickle~

Link to the deflowered version: Does it tickle so bad, hun (deflowered) by MissAmyRisa on DeviantArt

[mostly-marvel-musings]

I love the Christmas With You series so much that I made a collage!!!

Ta-da!!!!

OH MY GOD! You diddd notttt

😭🤍

This is so sweeet! I love it! Look at little Noah, adorable. Thank you thank you so muchhhh 🤍🤍

[sallytwo]

i just watched taps because of you and i love it so much!! it's such an interesting movie, your movie and song recs are really good, you should do more of those

oh my god this is so beautiful it’s so beautiful man. no one has ever watched taps i feel honored. i also feel like i have such basic and lame tastes this is very sweeet i love taps forever that happened to me in real life too btw. thank youuuu

[driftveilcity]

Yeeeee I was tagged by @ivy-saurs and @galariangengar to do this thank you both!!! 🩷 there was kind of a mix of questions so I did them all :D

Last song: Friday I’m in love by the cure (lol I saw the memes and listened to it)

Favorite color: Blueeeeee :) especially like a sky blue/the cerulean crayon (pink is second and green is third)

Last movie: A Charlie Brown Christmas (not a full length movie but I’m counting it because I don’t watch a ton)

Last TV show: I think it was 1000 lb Sisters lol.. i do enjoy some reality tv 🫣

Sweet/savory/spicy: SWEEET!!!!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!

Relationship status: single and just rolling with the punches 🤷‍♀️ would like a relationship but I’m waiting for the right person/time/etc

Current obsession: pokemon scarlet and shiny hunting :3

Tea or coffee: TEA!! I’m a coffee hater and can only tolerate it if it’s been super sweetened but with tea for some reason I’ll drink just about any kind without anything added

What you’re wearing: pink sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt (confy :3)

Last thing I searched: menu for a local restaurant

Looking forward to: Chrimus

Favorite drink: I’m a lover of various lemonades and chocolate milk

Song playing on a loop in your head 24/7: right now it’s just Christmas music bc that’s what I’ve been hearing everywhere lol

Current fave character: I am rotating nemona, penny, Arven, rika and Grusha around my mind like a rotisserie chicken

Fun activity you would like to get into: crochet…… I bought needles and everything I just can’t get around to it 🥲

Last video game: take a wild guess (yeah it’s pokemon scarlet)

Last comic/graphic novel: the dog diaries on webtoon (different from the U.S.(?) book series of the same name) I really like it and it feeds into my dog obsession :)

Tattoos/piercings: just the basic ear piercing in each ear. I like the look of double helix piercings too but I can barely manage what I have LMAO I’ll take them out to clean them, forget to put them back in for a couple days, then have to push them back through sgskgs. And I’m just not personally a fan of tattoos

Dream job: Fran let’s open a cat shelter together 🤝 but literally I want to run a rescue for dogs and cats like that would be the dream. Also wildlife rehabilitation would be cool :) I just want to work with animals tbh

I’m too tired to think of anyone to tag I’m sorry but if you’re seeing this YOU 🫵 are tagged!!!

[riacte]

Ren: "Hermitcraft isn't Hermitcraft without my friend False close by"

IM GOING TO EXPLODE HES SO SWEEET OH MY GOD OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[fadingangelwisp]

Fluffy daytime thoughts: as we're nearing a big number, I'd like to know which thoughts are your personal favourites ♡

here you go :3 ♡♡♡

#4 - noah comfortttt 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#5 - noah being nervous this time. awww :((((

#15 - my brain short-circuited when i read this. that's probably one of the cutest things i've ever read. noah licking dessert off of reader's chin??? AND THEN KISSING HER???? AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#17 - i loved this one so so much. noah being sweet and considerate 🥺 also flustered noah near the end aww 🥺😭

#18 - this was so sweeet. btw i haven't stopped thinking about that little plot that i came up with based on this and #17. i'm just a very slow writer lmao.

#23 - aghhhhhhh noah comfort 🥺🥺🥺🥺

#26 - i relate to this one and it's soooo lovely. getting to go on a long drive with noah and going to your favorite take out place?? sounds like heaven 🥺♡

#35 - awhhhhh longhair noah being a sweetiepie??? omg 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

#37 - lmaooo reader, i feel you. noah does have really really beautiful hands 🫠♡

#40 - i loveee the idea of laying my head in noah's lap ♡♡♡

#44 - i relate to this one. i love noah noticing that something is off and then reader hugging him intensely aww :(((

#45 - i relate to this one and i love noah comfort 🥺🥺♡

#46 - i related to this one so much 🥲 and i loved noah comforting reader ♡♡♡

#48 - i love i love i love. lovers supporting each other through stressful times? yes please 🥺🥺😭😭😭♡

#52 - i love the idea of being able to just sit in comfortable silence with someone 🥺

#55 - i loved this one so much. i sometimes come back to it and think of scenarios like it because sometimes life is just a lot and i wish i had someone like Noah in this thought. i do have online friends, but i wish i had them in my offline life too 😔♡

#58 - oh my goddddddd this was so fucking cuteeeeeeee. snuggling into a hoodie with someone i love sounds so amazing 😭😭😭😭😭

#60 - this one was so lovely and peaceful. i love the idea of sitting outside with noah at night. ♡

#62 - i've never really been one to collect signed things, but oh my god, if someone went through the effort of getting a signed CD for me as a gift, that would be so sweet 😭😭

#63 - i love protective noah so muchhh 🥺🥺🥺

#66 - this thought was juicy. it really got my brain cooking. the angst was perfection in this one aghhhh 🥲😭♡♡♡

#68 - ajgjvdkehdifkfudiedhdikdhchcieiehdju him pulling you against him and rubbing up and down your side to generate body heat??? aghhh 🥺😭😭😭😭

#69 - i love that noah knows you're anxious about something and comforts you. then you getting to tell him and him listening. that's sweet. 🥺😭

#71 - i love love LOVE the idea of tracing noah's tattoos and then that moment after where reader can't look at him cause his eyes are too prettyyyy??? oh my GODDD AGHHH 🥺🥺😭😭😭

#78 - this was so cuteeee. i love love love things like this. where there's someone cooking and their partner comes up behind them and is affectionate. also the way he's hugging reader so intensely, like he's missed her all day or the day was stressful and he just wants to relax and find comfort in his lover.

#79 - the affection in this was so sweeeeet. the forehead kiss 🥺 noah's head in your lap 🥺 him kissing your palm 🥺 AGHHH 😭

#86 - i have someone in my life who shouts like that and so i relate heavily to this one (except the middle finger part, though. i'd NEVER have the courage to give her the middle finger 😭) and it's sweet how noah gets the snack for reader and validates her feelings. ♡🥺

#81 + #83 + #89 - i loved the plot of these so badly and i keep thinking about it. very interesting concept. ♡

#92 - that's such an interesting premise. i love love love the angst potential of this. ;-;

#93 - i relate to that. Something happening and keeping it to myself. There's been moments in my life like that where something happens and I wish I had someone like Noah here to comfort me. 🥲😔

#96 - feels very bestfriend!Noah coded. also i feel bad for reader 😔 it's sweet how Noah puts on reader's movie after that 🥺

thank you so much for sending these thoughts. i appreciate it so much. it's been so lovely. i always love seeing a new thought from you. ♡♡

now, i have a some questions for you :)) ♡

would you ever reveal your identity? i'm so curious about who you are. you don't have to, though. ♡

would you ever want to post writing off anon? Some of these could make really cool fics. ♡

are you okay with me writing stuff inspired by some of these?

[alyssalikestoreadbooks]

Network Effect - Martha Wells

"It calls itself Murderbot, but only when no one can hear.

It worries about the fragile human crew who've grown to trust it, but only where no one can see.

It tells itself that they're only a professional obligation, but when they're captured and an old friend from the past requires urgent assistance, Murderbot must choose between inertia and drastic action.

Drastic action it is, then."

Read Date - May 17th, 2025

Length - 350 Pages

Genre - Novella, Sci-Fi, Fantasy

Rating - 9/10

Stars - ★★★★★

Notes - seeing MurderBot be so domestic and platonic with Mensah and not knowing how to handle human emotions is cute. It doing the documentary and staying with the crew on the preservation team is just so elating for me. i've been waiting FOUR BOOKS FOR THIS. the reveal that ART is taken over by targets and they basically admit to killing ART is sad. I DONT WANT ART TO DIE. it's such a good friend to MurderBot. hearing how it processes trauma and how Mensah's daughter Amena believes it's having an emotional breakdown is so interesting to me. it's not human as i KEEP SAYING as i read these books, but it acts so much like one. it feels so much like one and it processes so much like one. all the fight scenes are perfect for me. they're detailed and vivid but they aren't your Tolkien or Stephen King level of explanation that leaves you annoyed. it's the perfect level for me. ART being revived IS SO AMAZING IM LITERALLY SO HAPPY. and the way MurderBot is instantly like "those are MY HUMANS. dont HURT them." awwwwwWWWWWWW LIKE YOURE SO CUTE SHUT THE FUCK UP. seeing MurderBot and ART beefing is so funny to me, mainly because i know it can't last. this is MurderBot's only bot friend. of COURSE they last. Arada referring to MurderBot as her "third mom" is SO FUCKING CUTE IM SO WEAK IM SO ILL I LOVE THIS FOUND FAMILY VIBE I AM SOBBING. ART and MurderBot talking about creating a clone copy of MurderBot and one of the crew members calling that a baby is WILDDDD LIKE DONT SAY THAT??? YOU CANT SAY THAT??? they are NAWT makin a baby?? seeing what MurderBot does with its conciousness it so freaky and different and sci-fi and honestly i like it a lot. seeing it conversate with another SecUnit who ISNT trying to kill him is my favorite kind of scenes. so normal and human and honestly very DBH of them. MurderBot finding ART's original crew is a beautiful moment of finalization where you know things are reaching it's breaking point, and everythings about to reach it's end. ART's crew calling it PERI?? IM CRYING THIS IS SO ADORABLE I LOVE HOW HUMAN THIS ALL IS. and MurderBot "saving that for future reference" like god PLEASE CALL IT PERI I WOULD LOVE THAT SO MUCH OH MY LORD. the clone helping a secunit free itself and it naming itself Three is so perfect. FINALLY their crew is growing! MurderBot getting captured? so much information all at once!! im deadass not even gonna lie to your face, i was sitting there pounding my desk in pure elation at the scene where MurderBot was tied up like im sorry sir i need you tied up in my BEDROOM not on a ship. pronto please! delicious ass scene and you didnt even need smut for it. MurderBot being stuck in some unknown location is cool beans for me. i love a good rescue mission. It treating Three like a human already is so fucking domestic for me. "we have to civilize it, not like that worked for me" like AWWW holy FUCK youre adorable. MurderBot and 2.0 talking through it's headspace is very very cool and i like how its described as basically his OWN thoughts, because 2.0 and it are basically the same. MurderBot getting rescued and it's crew getting ART to admit that ART itself wanted to save MurderBot is sweet. it was overwhelmed by all the people saving IT for once. SWEEET HSDJFHSDJKFSDHKJ AWWWW. ART offering MurderBot a job (maybe long term?) is SO COOL because i love MB and ART working together. they're such a good team even when they fight. MurderBot being honest about his emotions with Mensah is such character development and i adore it. It taking the job, and that's where the next book pick up? I LOVE IT. i can't believe there's two more books, AND THREE MORE BEING MADE. IM JUST SO ELATED WITH THIS SERIES!!

[felixnorstubblewealthington]

Ray ray. Where do i even begin? How about your dedication, YOU DRAW IN THE CAR?? HOW!! THAR IS JUST AMAZING LIKE OMG?? HOW DO YOU IT. AND YOUR ART ITSELF? OH. EM. GEE. ITS LIKE GOD DECIDED TO JUST SLAP YOU WITH AMAZING DRAWING ABILITIES??? HOW DO YOU EVEN DO IT? ITS JUST AUAHSUEHSJE YOUR ART WOULD TASTE LIKE COTTON CANDY GUM

Radical

Awesome

You are the best

Ellie do you want ro see how hard I can cry right now 🥹🥹🥹imgonna explode YOURE SO SWEEET WWYWYGAYYGH

Did God also decide to bomb on you with unmatchable writing skills and creativity CUZ MY GODDDD everything you do is super unique and everything you write is like a rollercoaster of endless fun <333 ALSO. YOU CAN WRITE AND DRAW LIKE THATS SOME GOD TIER SKILL I ADORE THEM

I haven't seen your art enough to tell you what it would taste like but </33 your writing definitely would taste like one of the chocolates in my country. It's like filled with strawberry filling and has like that things that pop in your mouth they are amazing and your creations definitely taste like them

Thank you sosos much for the kind words and compliments you are the best also ❤️❤️🥹

(also for drawing in the car, I learnt that it's easier to draw with my finger so that's how I could somehow manage drawing in the car))