The Osiris Club

Underground Kings

Part 4 of the “Call Out My Name” series.

WARNINGS: Mentions of smut

Author’s note: we’re back with some fluffy flash back y/n and john :’) i’m thinking of including gifs of young keanu for the flashback scenes just to set the vibe and then a more current john wick gif for the present tense stuff just so you can visualize how much time had passed by between these two. Thanks for all the notes, i appreciate every single one of them, especially feedback! -samantha 🖤

Translations: 1. “Pochemu, mama?” ↠ Why, mother? 2. “Moya dorogaya” ↠ my darling 3. “zvyozdochka” ↠ little star

Warm puffs of air tickled the back of your neck. It was still dark outside. A single candle burned throughout the entirety of your night. The clock on your wall read 2’o clock in the morning. You both still had plenty of time to sleep. The director was not requiring early sessions like usual. You sighed in relief, snuggling back into the body behind you. The warmth of his bare skin insulated through you. You loved these moments with him. Silence. Skin on skin contact. Nothing on your minds besides each other. Your bed was almost like a safe haven to the world of guns and hitmen just outside your room.

“Why’re you awake?” He slurred sleepily.

You shrugged.

“Muscle memory, I guess.” You rasped. “Why are you awake?”

He wrapped his arms tighter around you before kissing your shoulder and leaving his head there.

“Felt you wake up.” He mumbled.

Jardani looked at the clock and pouted.

“I thought I tired you out enough to at least sleep completely through the night,” He chuckled lazily.

You blushed furiously, quickly tossing yourself around to face him. A mischievous, sleepy grin was etched on his handsome face. His warm eyes still hazy and barely opened. His hair tousled.

“Bold of you to assume I’d be getting any sleep period. You’re the one that snuck in here, dumb ass.” You retorted.

“Hey,” He whined. “we got some sleep,”

“Because no one decided to constantly check the hallway like we’re in some juvenile prison or some shit. How do you not get caught sneaking out of you room all the time?” You mumbled, pressing your face into his chest.

“And we were quiet,” He purred, ignoring your question completely. His hands roamed up and down your back. They got lower each time they descended until you felt him grope a handful of your ass.

“Oh my god!” You quietly whined in embarrassment, pulling up the comforter and wrapping it around you head.

He stifled a loud laugh, biting down on his fist as he stared at your adoringly.

“My little babushka,” He cooed, sprinkling your face with kisses. “Don’t be embarrassed, I love the little noises you make.”

You returned the gesture, meshing your mouth with his passionately.

“I want it to be like this forever,” You whispered.

“Me too, baby. Me too,” He moaned, rolling on top of you. You felt his member stiffen against your core.

“Now c’mere, beautiful. We have a couple more hours.”

John took in your appearance and frowned.

“That’s not the shirt you were wearing when you left.” He noted.

You shook your head dismissively.

“Just had a run in.” You stated calmly.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you down to sit on the couch.

“Tell me.” He said calmly, kneeling in front of you to unbuckle the ankle strap on your heels before removing them. You watched him in slight awe, you jaw slack. Having him back was still a shock to your system. That, and because no one had taken care of you for years. Not since him. After John, you sought out no nurturing or affection from anyone besides yourself.

“An old client got handsy. Viktor Ivar.” You stated.

“Eleazar’s son.” He recalled, placing your shoes side by side next to your coffee table.

“Yeah.” You confirmed. “I took care of it though.” You assured.

“By...?”

You smiled at him sheepishly.

“I, uh, I shot his dick. Twice. And his hand.”

John rose an eyebrow up at you, an amused expression on his face. He patted your thighs with his hands in praise.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, standing up to gather his coat and blazer.

“As much as I love staying here with you, it’s not safe for you.” He said solemnly.

“Where are you going to go?” You inquired.

“The Bowery King was housing me.” He stated. “If you’re in, he’d like to meet with you.”

“I’ve been in.” You spoke.

The smallest smile appeared on his face. He snapped his fingers at his dog.

“Lets go then.”

You discreetly sought out one of the Bowery King’s men. He provided you safe passage to the underground kingdom until finally, you were face to face with the man himself. He looked like he had gone through hell and back. Bandages that had soaked with blood covered him.

“Athena. It’s always an honor seeing you.” He greeted formally.

“Same to you, my friend. You look horrible.” You joked.

He rolled his eyes and gestured between you amd John.

“How is it that you two know each other?” He asked pointedly.

You and John shared an awkward glance. You have never spoken of your relationship with anyone but each other.

“We were...trained together.” John stated slowly.

The Bowery King shot the both of you a knowing look.

“Whatever you say,” He chuckled. “And the dog? How did you get him back? I was under the impression that Winston had him.”

“He did.”

“I got him back.”

You then began to retell your hunch to the Bowery King and informed him and John of your interection with Winston. John stiffened when you relayed Winston’s message to him.

“I don’t trust him quite yet.” You declared. “For all we know giving the dog back might have been a pawn.”

“I agree. There’s no promise that he’s on our side yet.” John added.

“I got eyes on him.” The King informed.

He looked at you and John seriously.

“Shit’s about to go down. I suggest you get all of your affairs in order before it does.”

John stared down at you empathetically. You gulped and nodded.

“I just have one more person to see.”

Despite it being years since your last visit, stepping inside the Ruska Roma brought all kinds of flashbacks to you. Good and bad. No in between. The goons at the front doors were there to do their usual search, which included attempting to take expensive articles for their own gain.

“The earrings and necklace, ma’am.” The shortest one said smugly.

“These are Dior, fuck off.” You snarked.

The man abruptly stood up only to be shoved back into his chair by the man on the left. He leaned down to whisper something into the tiny man’s ear. The man went pale, his eyes wide as he quickly nodded his head.

“G-go ahead, miss. Enjoy.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes before taking a deep breath and entering the auditorium doors. Your ears were assaulted with classical music as it boomed throughout the building. The director was in her usual seat watching a girl rehearse over, and over, and over again. The same way you used to do. You made your way to her, quietly taking the seat next to her. Neither of you turned to acknowledge the other.

You were the first to speak up.

“You gave him my address.” You said wittingly.

She remained stoic, eyes never leaving the daner in front of her once.

“I did.” She affirmed.

You turned your body to face her, face twisted in confusion.

“Why?” You let out, your voice barely above a whisper. “After years of keeping me away from him, why now?”

She gave you no answer. Just remained still. Her behavior irked you. You felt all of the built up impatience inside you explode.

“Pochemu, mama?!” You said loudly.

“Anya, enough!” She yelled to the dancer.

The girl quickly scurried off the stage away from the director’s wrath. The director finally turned and faced you. Her usual calm exterior slowly faded away.

“You want to know why, moya dorogaya?” She repeated. “Because the decision was no longer in my hands.”

You scoffed in disbelief and anger.

“It was never your choice, it was mine and his!” You argued.

“No, it was not!” She yelled.

You fell into a tense silence. You stared at your hands placed neatly on your lap like the polite, obedient lady you were trained to be. Not knowing how to handle all of the emotions hitting you. Your hands were gripped into a pair of aged ones wrapped in bandages. You looked up at her in worry.

“Do you know what they would have done if they found out about you and Jardani? What they would do to him for sneaking into your room every night? What they would do to you had they known you were copulating in this house?” She stressed.

“They would have punished him severely. They would make you watch him reach the brink of death until they were satisfied, then send you off to be a rich man’s whore!

“Do you see the power you have? You grew up here, in these very walls, being put through the wringer just like everybody else. Now you come back, and everyone bows down at your feet. They kiss the ground you walk on like you’re some deity. They would have taken all of that away from you.”

You grit your teeth bitterly as tears streamed down your face. The director gently cupped your face and patted them away with a handkerchief.

“They would have ruined you. I had to end it before they did.” She whispered. “As much as Jardani said he came here for passage to Casablanca, I know he didn’t. He came back for you.”

You placed your hands on top of hers, running your thumbs over the bandages.

“What did they do to you?” You whimpered.

“Shhh, zvyozdochka. I will be alright.” She assured.

“I’m going to do it. I’m going to make them pay.” You seethed.

“I know you will.” She agreed. “I’ve always known you and him would find your back way back to eachother. I just needed to let destiny take its course.”

When you arrived home John was seated at your couch in your living room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in surprise, your voice still hoarse.

He stared at you with the softest gaze he could manage.

“I figured you could use some company,” He spoke softly.

You took a deep breath as you felt more tears rise to the surface. You looked up at him, mouth open with no words coming out. You felt more exposed than you have ever felt in your entire life. Your vulnerability showcased itself shamelessly.

“Oh, sweetheart. Come here.”

You scurried into his arms without missing a beat. John situated you into his lap, pulling your heels off like he had done earlier in the day before wrapping his arms around you. The feeling of them brought back so many memories. The late nights spent in your old bedroom. Sneaking away from rich businessmen at galas and into his arms for a dance. Rehearsals when he would effortlessly lift you up into the air with the clouds. Memories that had potential.

You wondered what it would be like if he had married you instead, as horrible as it felt to blatantly disregard the late Helen Wick.

You wondered what it would be like to be in her place; waking up next to John every morning, sipping coffee out of his and hers mugs while watching the news.

You wondered if she knew that she held your entire world in her palms.

And when she died, you wondered if John felt what it was like when you lost him. When a part of you died and along with it, the bright young girl with promises.

“How is she?” John asked hesitantly.

“They came for her. For helping you. Stuck a sword right through her hands.”

A solemn silence fell between the both of you.

“I never meant for anyone to get hurt.” He said apologetically.

“I know. I wouldn’t choose this for anyone.” You rasped. “Not even my worst enemy.”

“Things are going to change, Y/N.” John began. “I want you to know that you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to, Jardani.” You said, turning around on his lap to craddle his face.

You stared deeply into his almond eyes.

“We owe it to ourselves to take back what we lost.”

PART 5

Tags: @magdazwolska @mikaneonox @coloursunlimited @introvertedmegalomaniac @kuukigajan

Request: “Lucius malfoy having a daughter?” -Anon Wasn’t sure if you want a one-shot or an would include, considering I’ve never done one before I decided to do a would include. If you want a one shot contact me and I’ll write one for you. Xx.

-Being named after a star or constellation.

-Lucius wins no father of the year awards.

-He would be quite cold and distant towards both you and Draco.

-But he would show Draco a little bit of affection, him being the Malfoy heir and such.

-You would be closer to Narcissa than Lucius.

-You’d probably call Lucius father because it’s more formal than dad. -Narcissa would probably be mum.

-Draco & you would go back and forth between best friends and worst enemies. -You’d be playing together and you take one of his toys. -This leads to a big argument involving tears and lots of immature name calling. -Eventually Narcissa would break it up and make you two apologise. -Not actually forgiving each other -Glaring at each other when your mum isn’t looking. -This could go on for weeks. -Eventually one of you cave (most likely Draco) and you’d give the other a flower from the garden, kinda like a white flag.

-Being friends with Dobby.

-Constantly trying to sneak him clothes.

-Which gets you a scolding from your father.

-Being nervous on the train to Hogwarts, worrying if you were going to be a Slytherin or not.

-Lucius would be disappointed if you were a Ravenclaw, mad if you were a Hufflepuff and probably lose his mind if you were a Gryffindor.

-He would give a courteous congratulations if you were a Slytherin.

-If you were in Slytherin you’d hang around Draco & his friends but not really liking Crabbe or Goyle.

-In the other houses, you’d probably be a loner because of your family name, but still hanging out with Draco and his friends every so often.

-Not being as rude as Draco.

-The main reason Draco was so rude was to please your father, eventually you gave up (especially if being sorted in another house).

-Also, since you spent a lot of time with your mum who had more of an open mind, your prejudice would be non-existent or not as strong.

-Less likely to join a quidditch team, even if you do love it.

-Partially because it was Draco’s thing and you didn’t want to steal his thunder and because you wouldn’t get along with your team mates as well.

-Rebelling.

-After giving up on trying to gain your fathers attention, you’d start to rebel for fun.

-If you were a Gryffindor, you’d be the Malfoy version of Sirius Black.

-Your room at home would be covered with red & gold with posters stuck on the wall of muggle things

-Wearing less dignified clothes.

-Nothing particularly slutty but more casual, so where your family were all wearing suits, you wear jeans and a top with a leather or denim jacket.

-If you were a Gryffindor, you’d probably dye your hair.

-It was a symbol of you being a Malfoy and it reminded you of what you had to be every time you looked at your reflection.

-Not dying it a natural colour, it’d be something fun to really drive your father crazy.

-Eventually, Lucius would disown you if you did all this.

-Becoming friendly with Hermione & Harry.

-Hermione would realise you weren’t like your brother, you didn’t judge people on Blood status and would NEVER use the ’m’ word.

-Her first talking to you in the library.

-You would be studying for the upcoming potions test and not understanding anything.

-Eventually, she ask if you needed help.

-Reluctantly, saying yes.

-After an hour or so, you would understand majority of it

-Going to her if you need help with homework and such.

-Harry & Ron calling her crazy for becoming friends with the enemies sister.

-After a lot of convincing, she’d get them to ease up on you.

-The first time you really spoke to Harry was the year of Umbridge.

-You would be crying in some hidden corner of the school when he stumbled across you, crying over your scared hand.

-He’d comfort you.

-And you’d apologise about everything on Draco behalf.

-Telling Harry about how Draco was when the two of you were younger.

-The next time you saw Hermione at the library, she invited you to join Dumbledore’s Army.

-Most people not trusting you, think you’d rat them out.

-Having trouble conjuring a Patronis.

-You haven’t exactly had the most joyous life.

-Eventually, you would conjure one.

-Using the memory of you, your mum and Draco cooking when you were little.

-Mrs Weasley inviting you over for Christmas.

-It would’ve been after Harry sending a letter to Sirius about you.

-Sirius would causally mention it when Molly was around and she decided to have you over.

-Mrs Weasley would fawn over you, saying you were too skinny and needed more food.

-Helping her in the kitchen as much as you can.

-Her dismissing you but you were just as stubborn.

-You ended up peeling potatoes manually and listening Mrs Wesley going on about when her children were little.

-Loving her stories.

-After much insisting on her part, you’d start calling Mrs Weasley, Molly.

-Most of the family being cautious around you.

-Until you comment on the twins pranks that they had pulled.

-Them being surprised when they found out you loved pranks.

-Especially when they hear about a prank you had pulled on Draco.

-Bonding with them as they tell you about their store.

-Winning over Ginny when you compliment her on hexing your brother.

-“I love him but he can be a total pain in the arse, I don’t know how you deal with so many of them.”

-Looking at your portrait on the Black family wall with horror.

-Laughing at Draco’s.

-Having long conversations with Sirius complaining about your families.

-You talked more than he did and you didn’t push him sensing he was uncomfortable with talking about it.

-Sirius noticing the parallels between your lives.

-Inviting you to stay with him during the summer.

-You wanting to agree but declining because you didn’t want to leave Draco.

-Most of the Order became protective over you.

-Even Ron starting to warm up to you.

-Going with them to the Ministry to save Sirius.

-He was like an uncle to you and you weren’t going to sit back and doing nothing.

-Lucius being surprised to see you there.

-Low key trying to avoid cursing you and not letting any of the other Death Eaters hurt you.

-You were still his daughter after all, even if you weren’t close.

-A part of him was ashamed of you for fighting for the other side.

Using the crutiatis curse on Bellatrix before she hurts Sirius.

-Not feeling guilty about it cause he was more family to you then he was.

-Officially being disowned after that.

-You and Harry going to live with Sirius after his name was cleared.

-Living in a house in the country where you could see the stars

-Draco refusing to talk to you, claiming you had betrayed him.

-Narcissa writing short letters every so often to check up on you.

-Helping the twins with their joke shop.

-Worrying about Draco the next year.

-Draco, still mad at you, bullies you a lot at the beginning of the year.

-Crying because of it.

-Him feeling bad after he sees you sobbing in a corridor.

-Slytherins now hate you.

-Or act like they do.

-Spending most of the time with Hermione.

-Bonding with Ron over not being invited to the Slug Club.

-Not caring as much as he does but at least he’s talking to you.

-Every so often breaking down about being disowned.

-Sirius being very supportive through letters.

-Punching Harry in the face after he curses Draco.

-“You even think about hurting my brother again, Voldemort will be the least of your problems.”

-Not leaving Draco’s side while he’s in the hospital wing.

-You just sit there for hours clutching his hand.

-Occasionally glaring at professors or Madame Pomfrey when they try to make you leave.

-Eventually they give up.

-Draco waking up to see you asleep on his beside in an incredibly uncomfortable position, your hands still holding onto his.

-Him waking you up when he tries to leave.

-Forcing him to tell you what’s happening.

-Draco telling you everything, while the two of you hold back tears.

- The death eaters getting in anyway.

-Persuading the Order to help Draco and you mum.

-Sirius helping you convincing them because Draco reminds him of Regulus.

-Going on missions for the Order the next year.

-You and Draco fighting together at the Battle of Hogwarts.

-Coming face to face with Bellatrix.

-She tried to kill you for being a traitor and you barely deflecting her spells.

-Lucius killing her before she could.

-After all you are his little girl.

-Even if he’s not good at showing it, Lucius loves you.

-Him giving you a really tight hug.

-You cry and beg for him to flee.

-He Does.

A/N- I got a little out of hand. This is about 4 & ½ pages long and almost 2 000 words. I could’ve kept writing but I decided to end it there. Please send in more would include requests. They’re fun. Xx

Newest fictional crush

Borra from Maleficent: Misstress of Evil

Holy fuck does this look like a Batfam gathering or what?!!

There’s Jason (Noah), Babs, Steph sitting on Cass and Duke BRUH

Queen Atlanna and Prince Orm (movie version)

YES GO WATCH AQUAMAN MOVIE !!! it’s so good i cried.

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Have some Muriel Smut My Thirsty Darlings

NSFW

AFAB reader because I'm terrible at writing anything else. Mention of boobies and things.

You build a blanket fort, Muriel gets accidentally drunk, then fucks you like it's the end of the world, then forgets about it the next morning.

When you brought him the huge bottle of black mead he blushed and looked away before mumbling "thank you" and then taking it from you.

You convinced Muriel that tonight you were going to build a blanket fort (thank Portia for giving you the idea), and doing nothing but telling spooky stories and drinking by the fire.

You saw the bottle sitting at the market stand today and couldn't resist buying for your favorite hermit.

Muriel of course gave you *The Look™* like you had grown three fingers out of your eyebrows when you were excitedly explaining your plan.

"It'll be fun! Come on pleeeeeease?" You beg taking his hands in yours and givng him puppy eyes. Even Innana joined in with the begging. Muriel simply sighed and nodded, but couldn't hide the hint of a smile that appeared.

"Yes!" You pump a fist into the air and then tug Muriel to the shop where you throw as many pillows and blankets into his arms and your arms as you can carry, then you both head back to the hut the prepare.

"I'm an expert blanket fort builder," you boast jabbing a thumb into your chest. Muriel had already started drinking, holding onto his mug with an eyebrow cocked, watching you with adorable admiration and curiosity.

"Okay," he said and takes another sip.

By the time you were done building, Muriel had a slight blush to his face and seemed like he had a hard time focusing on you.

You can't stop the huge smile that spreads across your face. "Muri....are you already drunk?"

He frowns and looks down at his cup, then at the half empty bottle sitting next to him on the table, and shrugs.

"Oh my goodness..." You say and walk around your fort, observing it's structural integrity. You had reinforced the fort with magick, the patchwork blankets looking like a crude circus tent.

Satisfied with your skills you begin building the bed inside, when you're done you lay down and sigh happily, sinking into the numerous cushions, blankets and furs.

"Come on in," you tell Muriel from your cushions. You hear him set his mug down and then he pokes his head inside, childlike wonder on his face.

"This is...actually really amazing..." He says crawling in further. His gaze falls on you, nestled in all the pillows, and he crawls in until he's right next to you, then nuzzles his face in your neck. "You're amazing..." He mumbles.

"You're totally drunk right now, it's adorable," You say giggling.

You expect him to pull away face burning telling you he's not, but he unexpectedly starts kissing your neck, his hand running up and down your thigh, hiking your skirt up.

Your breath hitches and you arch into him, a quiet moan escaping from the sudden intimate touch.

"...this okay?" He asks quietly, face still buried in your neck. You only nod and make a "mhm" sound, your own hands travelling over his shoulders and down his arms.

He runs his hand higher up your exposed thigh, fingertips leaving a featherlight trail of sensation on the soft skin.

He gets close to the heat between your legs then runs his hand back down, smiling at your frustrated sigh from the lack of contact against your wetness, then he runs his hand back up, rougher this time, over your hips, over your belly, up to your breast and squeezes it slightly.

He kisses lower until he gets to the the ties of your shirt and bites the strings, undoing them with his teeth, pulling open your shirt and kissing down between your breasts. You tangle your hands in his hair trying to guide his warm mouth to your nipple but he grabs your wrists gently and and pins them above your head.

"No..." He slurs and brings his mouth to your neck again. His arms were long enough to hold you in place, and kiss down your body while you wiggled and moaned, begging him for release.

He nipped at your hips, leaving little hickeys on the insides of your thighs and grinning at you when your begging got louder.

"Shhh," he hushed you drunkenly and you couldn't help but giggle, your giggle turning into a moan when he kisses your pussy through your underwear. You toss your head back, burying your face into the nearest pillows, and tilt your hips up, but he pulls away again.

With one hand still pinning your wrists, he uses the other to pull your underwear aside and run his tongue up through your soaked folds, gently using his thumb to rub circles around your clit.

You see stars from the sensation, struggling against him and moaning his name into the pillows. He releases your wrists and grabs the meat of your outer thighs to keep them apart, his tongue buried inside you.

You're barely cognitive as one hand is buried in his hair and one hand is fondling your breast, lost in the waves of pleasure rippling through you.

You're on the verge of an orgasm when he pulls away and starts undoing his own clothing. The bulge in his pants makes you impatient, so you undo his buckles with a wave of your hand, pulling off his clothes with a frustrated gesture. He yanks your underwear down your legs, and you pull the rewt of your shirt off.

He grabs your wrists again and pins you down, thrusting into you roughly. You scream his name and arch your back, gasping at his sudden fullness inside you, your walls clenching around him and your thighs squeezing together.

God he was big.

He starts slow, rocking into you then goes absolutely primal. His quiet moans turn into full on grunts as he pounds into your body

"Mu-ri-el!" You scream and rake your fingernails down his back, watching his hips slam into yours over and over again.

You're close to probably the greatest orgasm of your life and you can tell he is to. It hits you unexpectedly, spiraling through your body from your core, making you clench even tighter around him, he thrusts one more time, going even deeper and moans loudly into your neck.

You feel his warm cum filling you and then spilling out, then you both relax and he falls halfway on top of you, not even pulling out.

He gives you a sloppy kiss and then proceeds to pass out.

You pull a blanket over the both of you, and wrap your arms around him, feeling him go soft inside you. It's a strange sensation, but you're too tired to really care at this point, srill coming down from your orgasm.

"If getting you drunk makes you fuck like that we'll have to do it more often," you say more to yourself before falling asleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

You're not quite sure exactly what woke you up, but your eyes are open and you're suddenly wide awake. And very conscious of Muriel still still inside you, which immediately arouses you. He's still in a deep sleep, but he seems to be having a dream.

He rocks gently into you, and you can't helo but moan a little. His dick grows hard inside you and your still swollen pussy clenches around him.

He mumbles something in his sleep and rocks his hips against you gently, twitching a little. You run your hands up and down his back, trying to wake him up without startling him.

He opens his eyes and stares at you sleepily before rolling you both over so you're now on top, his rigid cock throbbing inside you.

You involuntarily start moving your hips against him, feeling every inch of him as you both have sleepy morning sex, a stark contrast to the fuck he gave you last night.

He finishes slowly and quietly, and then pulls out, you lay on top of him, playing with his messy hair.

"I think I drank too much..." He finally says.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You ask trying to hide the grin on your face.

He doesn't asnwer immediately, then shakes his head, groaning slightly. "No...I just have a headache now."

You bring healing magick to your fingertips and try to ease most of the pain.

"So you don't remember anything?" You say sitting up and raising an eyebrow.

"I remember you building this..." Muriel gestures to your epic blanket fort. "And then...it's a blank. Why did I...do something?" His face grows red, and you can visibly see him remembering waking up half on top and fully inside you. "Oh...." He says and closes his eyes. "Are you okay? I didn't....hurt you?"

"Of course not," you say cupping his cheek. "Muriel you would never hurt me. Drunk or not." You grin down at him.

He doesn say anything, just glances behind you and mumbles something about need firewood. You give him a long kiss, feeling hin relax a little and and then you both get dressed.

You're very sore but you try not to show it, you know it would only make Muriel feel even worse, even though you really didn't mind.

"So...you want to do it again tonight?" You waggle your eyebrows at him and adore the way his face turns a deep shade of crimson.

"I'm not drinking that much though," he grumbles.

You only laugh and wrap your arms around him, knowing full well you're absolutely going to get drunk and have some fun, even if he isn't.

- Heckin thank for read!

—𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓽 ;

_____ is the newest – and youngest – addition to the Avengers team. Rich, important parents, incredibly smart. Trained in gymnastics, martial arts, acrobatics and more. Got a face that she knows will get her anything she wants; the long lashes, the doe eyes and lips that she just has to pout to get her way. She’s a brat – and everyone knows that Steve thinks so because he’s constantly reprimanding her as if she’s the toddler she throws tantrums like.

ONGOING

♕ = smut 

part 1: brat

part 2: and again

part 3: hot girl summer ♕ 

part 4: dreams do come true (in new orleans)

part 5: a degree of fancy

part 6: thicker than water

part 7: silver lining

DRABBLES

lesson 1 ♕

pass the salt

eat the rich ♕

midnight snack ♕

bubblegum b**** ♕

sober thoughts

the witching hour ♕

the boss

the relapse

the stealth suit 

sex pollen ♕

reverse sex pollen ♕

period pains

honorary stark

“Would you go back?”

an attempt was made

one of his french girls

“let’s get married.”

the one about the piercing

the one about the dollar-bill knife

the dress

joining forces with scott lang

pre-serum steve

“please talk to me.”

meet the exes

pushing your luck

accidental mind-reading

the one where steve shaves his beard

recklessness

not taking no for an answer

midnight ride

spotify playlist

headcanons/ asks/ photosets/ miscellaneous

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Don’t scroll past this. Kylie Armstrong was diagnosed with breast cancer and these small dimples were the only signs. She posted the image on Facebook so everyone knows that “that breast cancer is not always a detectable lump.” Here’s how Kylie is doing today.

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A Perfect Gentleman (Jasper Hale x Reader)

Pairings: Jasper Hale x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink

Word Count: 1.5k+

A/N: So I haven’t written smut in a good couple weeks so I’m sorry if this isn’t the greatest. Also, I blame @alex-ivar-minx for this.  She is 100% to blame. 

The light pouring of rain pounded on the roof as you woke up from your nap.  Yawning, you looked at the clock and realized you took a much longer nap than usual.  It was nearing 8pm as you sprung up in bed.  

Your mother was out of town on a business trip per usual and your father, well, lets not get into that. He’s not around anymore.  Walking down the stairs you made your way to the kitchen as you filled up a cup of water.  Making your way back up the stairs to your bedroom you saw your phone blinking with a notification.  

Jasper: I hope you enjoyed your nap beautiful.  Emmett and I should be back soon from hunting. I’ll come over as soon as I’m done. I miss you xoxo

You smiled as you read the text.  Jasper had been your boyfriend for a little over a year now and you had known all about his and his entire family’s secret.  Of course you wouldn’t tell, you were in love with the guy.  He was everything you could have dreamed of; a perfect southern gentleman during the day, and a sex god by night.

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