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Meeting and Dating AJ

(My gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(The meeting scenario and confession is pretty much the same as the movie but don’t you want that for yourself anyway?)

- You met AJ when you got a job at the Empire. He thought you were pretty the minute he saw you but it took him a while to think about you in a romantic sense, and afterwards acknowledge that he was in love with you.

- The two of you; and the rest of the employees, became friends. He was always sweet and helping you whenever you needed it; and not to mention handsome, so it was only a matter of time before you started to have feelings for him. He had a crush on you for about a year before he decided that he just had to tell you.

- Since AJ is a nervous wreck about the entire thing, he tells just about everyone else before he tells you; though pretty much everyone already knows about his feelings for you.

- As much as you like your coworkers and the break room, you tend to take your break up on the roof which is where you stumble across AJ. He nervously asks what you’re “doing up here” as though he doesn’t know that you always go up there.

- And so, he finally brings himself to confess, rambling on about how it’s a good thing your there and that there’s something he’s been meaning to tell you.

- He recounts a few different memories: your two minute talks when you first got hired that were the highlight of his day, that time he spent an hour consoling you outside the bathroom door after your life felt like it was crashing down around you, that skirt of yours that he absolutely hates that you wore the day Gina got dumped.

- You sit in disbelief and shock for a few tense moments before you can finally get a grasp of your tongue to speak.

- All you can manage to say is “what” and he repeats himself, telling you that he’s “in love with you”. This time you just say “oh AJ” and pull him into your arms, overwhelmed with emotion as he wraps himself around you.

- He laughs shakily, his nerves bubbling in his throat and relief beginning to set in. He presses his cheek to your head for a long while before he hesitantly asks if he can kiss you and you laugh, sniffling happily and telling him that that’s all you want right now.

- He leans down and presses his lips to yours, purposefully slow, savoring the moment as warmth fills your body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but smile, pressing his forehead against yours as both your eyes close.

- You stand there for a minute before he speaks, asking if you can do him a favor. You ask him “what?” and he asks if you can tell him that you love him, a request you happily fill.

- AJ’s always touching and kissing you, he just can’t help it, he absolutely adores you.

- Handholding. He likes running his thumb along your knuckles whenever you do.

- Hugs from behind.

- His arm around your waist/shoulders constantly.

- Soft, loving kisses.

- Being dipped into kisses.

- Brushing his hair out of his face, usually before you kiss him.

- Pressing your foreheads together.

- Romantic makeouts.

- I’m sorry but it has to be said: AJ likes being dominated by girls. Push him around, grab his face, take charge and he’s about ready to get down on his knees and worship you. You’ll have him wrapped around your finger.

- Teasing each other. He likes being able to fluster and playfully annoy you.

- Catching him watching you with adoring looks. He just gives you a bit of a shy smile whenever you catch him.

- Locking eyes whenever something is happening. The two of you can practically full on communicate with different looks and facial expressions at this point.

- He loves pet/nick names? He likes them in general but he especially likes the fact that they’re pretty much only reserved for him and that they’re a sort of special thing between the two of you. He’s called you just about every pet name at some point.

- Tons of compliments. He’s always calling you beautiful, telling you when you’ve done great job, etc.

- Please tell him that he’s special and handsome and that he deserves the world. He needs to hear it and the look he gives you whenever you do is completely worth it.

- He’s practically got an entire sketchbook dedicated to his drawings of you. He’s just about got your face memorized, down to every beauty mark and crease.

- Photoshoots. He probably made a scrap book of your relationship with all the pictures he has of the two of you.

- He’s got specific memories about you and your relationship that even you’ve partially forgotten about, so when he brings them up, you always get that warm, fuzzy feeling inside, realizing just how much you mean to him.

- Promise rings.

- I’m convinced he’s gotten you a charm bracelet for your birthday and every once in a while he’ll surprise you with some kind of meaningful charm.

- Wearing his sweater.

- You’re allowed to paint his nails …just this once.

- Cooking/baking together.

- Beach dates.

- Carnivals and amusement parks.

- Painting pottery at one of those little shops.

- Art museum dates.

- Crashing at his place after spending long nights together.

- He’s got a drawer emptied out for you in his dresser and he always smiles when he’s reminded that it’s there/sees you pulling something out of it/putting something in it.

- On your period? Meet the best boyfriend you’ll ever have! He’ll run out and get you whatever you want, cuddle you for hours, whatever you need baby, he’s got it!

- AJ is a cuddling addict. He could spend hours with you wrapped up in his arms, listening to your quiet breathing with his eyes peacefully closed. It’s cathartic for him.

- Dancing together.

- Hanging out on the roof of the Empire.

- Chivalry: he’s always opening doors for you and helping you down steps, etc. He likes being the gentleman.

- He always wants to make sure you’re okay and take care of you, even if you really don’t need him to. He’s relentless when trying to figure out what’s wrong and is the worst at letting things like that go.

- It’s a good thing he’s good at comforting you because with all that buildup, you’d probably have to kill him if he couldn’t.

- That being said, even if you don’t tell him, he’ll eventually be able to piece things together and will usually go to hug you the next time he sees you or admit that he knows and ask if you want to talk about it. He’ll finally let it go if you really don’t want to.

- Since AJ has pined after you for so long, now that he has you, the thought of you with someone else tears him apart. So yeah, he has a habit of getting jealous though it’s usually when he has a legitimate reason to be. The thing is, he has a bad habit of trying to make you jealous when he’s jealous.

- AJ’s extremely protective of you; he’s probably fought someone in your honor before. He just can’t help but get angry knowing that they’ve hurt you; whether intentionally or not.

- The two of you don’t really fight all too often, though you do have arguments every now and again. He’ll usually stay pretty calm; usually trying to hide just how upset he is, but depending on the situation, he’ll either give you space when you ask or just not let it go until you talk to him about everything.

- He tries but always fails at the silent treatment while he can’t stand when you give it to him. He’ll always periodically come up to you and see if you’re ready to talk or try to apologize to you while you ignore him, though you usually can’t keep doing it when you hear him tell you he’s sorry.

- Tons of I love yous. He knows he does so why shouldn’t he say it?

- He plans his future around yours. He knows that you’re the one and is ready to spend the rest of his life with you. He’s practically already planning the wedding.

ponyboy: "is somebody gonna match my freak?" the gang: *silent* johnny: "your name is ponyboy... nobody's gonna match your freak."

My options are nonexistent at this point 💀

the walking errands

“I’m old enough to be your dad”

Me:

I request a poly!terrortwins x reader smut fic based off this gif. reader walks in the room during this moment and is first upset that Nikki shaved Tommy’s head, then you can’t help but find Tommy’s new Mohawk hot and you can’t resist him any longer. I’m sorry if this is confusing. You can use your imagination to how you want to write the smut bc idk how to go about it.

Haircut || Nikki Sixx + Tommy Lee

[Nikki Sixx x AFAB!Reader x Tommy Lee]

Summary: you can’t help but find yours and your boyfriend’s best friend hot

Warnings: SMUT, voyeurism,

Masterlist

You had no clue how you ended up in this situation but it all started when you opened up that door.

You walked into the room surprised to find Nikki, your boyfriend, holding a razor and Tommy brushing back his new haircut. “What the hell happened?!” You shriek staring at Tommy’s luscious locks on the floor.

“Nikki gave me a new a haircut!” Tommy answered proudly.

“Don’t you think it suits him, babe?” Nikki smirks devilishly, walking towards you and swinging an arm round your shoulders.

You loved Tommy’s fluffy hair, and always had, so you were disappointed he got rid of it. However, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to the man in front if you. Nikki saw the flicker in your eyes. “It’s nice and all but what if you grow to hate it,” you shrug as you depart from Nikki’s side to stroke your hand through his hair. You only realised how close you made yourself to Tommy when you felt his hot breath hit your neck.

You face went visibly pink as you stepped back. Tommy’s grin, that matched Nikki’s, told you he knew exactly what you were feeling. “I think she likes it,” Tommy winks.

“So do I,” Nikki approached me from behind and wrapped an arm around a waist, “do you think he looks pretty, babe?”

“Very,” you murmur shyly looking down at you feet, face heated up. Nikki’s growling bulge was pressed up against you.

Tommy raised his hand to caress your cheek as he stepped forward. Nikki chuckled.

One minute you were sandwiched between your boyfriend and his best friend, the next your head was lolling onto Nikki’s shoulder, mouth agape as you babbled unintelligible words and shook your head, overwhelmed with intense pleasure.

Your core was burning and sore, you could feel your thighs bruising as Tommy fucked you roughly, intensely. he rutted against you, eyes foggy and filled with lust, hungrily taking in your fucked out expression. he was dripping in sweat from the exertion, his tattoos decorated his skin that glistened brilliantly.

You locked eyes with him, whimpering until your head was thrown back. The bassist tugged viciously at your hair, propping you up for his best friend to abuse for his pleasure.

“You wanted Tommy to fuck you, didn’t you. He’s just so pretty with his new haircut, isn’t he?” you could almost taste the jealousy riddled in his venomous voice. You couldn’t move your head if you wanted to, too weak to fight against his unrelenting hold.

“S’okay, darling,” The drummer’s deep voice whispered, “tell him how much you wanted me.”

You shook your head as much as you could in Nikki’s hold, panting. “no? I thought I was so,” he paused and growled deeply, sending a vibration through your entire body, “so pretty.”

You shook your head again and a harsh slap sent your head snapping to the side. You felt the scorching outline of Nikki’s big hand on your cheek. “he’s not pretty anymore? you don’t like how he’s fucking you like a desperate mutt?”

Tommy bit your neck harshly and you whined lewdly, feeling his teeth break your delicate flesh. His hips sped up and you dropped your hands from his back, scratching down the smooth skin.

Nikki scooted closer, squishing you between the two men. Your back was flush to his and your own bare chest was pressed to Tommy’s. Nikki forced his slender fingers between your heaving bodies, tickling your clit. The two of you reacted instantaneously. You quivered and squirmed while Tommy dug his nails into your flesh, hips stuttering.

“you’re so pathetic, babe. so filthy and dirty, fucking my best friend like a stupid little slut.”

I...i don't even know what to say

Presenting Carl sullen (my brothers nickname for him)

I've been laughing at this for 20 minutes 🤣

Puppet - A Måneskin Chapter Story

Updated every Monday at 8pm CET! (And sometimes even more!)

Summary: All you were hoping for when you moved in with the band for the summer was some relaxation, a little fun and hopefully as little awkwardness as possible. But then a very personal detail about your life slips out and suddenly you’re getting a lot more than you bargained for.

Content: Smut, a bit of fluff, more smut

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Chapters

Lesson One: It’s all about anticipation.

Lesson Two: Talk about it.

Lesson Three: Self-love.

Lesson Four: Take matters into your own hands.

Lesson Five: Use your words.

Lesson Six: The choice is yours.

Lesson Seven: Talking about it is half the fun.

Lesson Eight: Feel the buzz.

Lesson Nine: Find the rhythm

Lesson Ten: Tie him down.

Lesson Eleven: Let them hear.

Lesson Twelve: Watch and learn.

Lesson Thirteen: Safewords are made to be used.

Lesson Fourteen: Turn your brain off.

Lesson Fifteen: It’s all about unconventional problem-solving.

Lesson Sixteen: A taste of pain.

Lesson Seventeen: Learn to love.

Lesson Eighteen: Different ways to love.

Epilogue

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Pony boy x reader

Warnings

!It's a short read!

Friends to lovers

Fluff

No smut!

Reader pov

I don't know what's going on with Pony recently, but he's just been ignoring me, so today I'm going to ask him what's going on.

~~~~~timeskip~~~~~~~

Ponyboys pov

Today's the day I'm going to ask reader to be my S/O. we've been friends for so long maybe I shouldn't do this.

Nones pov

Reader is basically sprinting(🏃‍♀️💨) to ponyboys house to know why he's been so distant lately. Mewhile pony is trying to practice asking reader out but...

Reader pov

I finally make it ponys house I walk in and a hear pony from his room so I walk up to the door and listen in.

Ponyboys pov

I'm going to practice in the mirror to ask reader "hey reader, I was wondering if you would want to be my S/O?" Just then, I hear my door open. "YES pony, i will be your S/O." I hear the reader yell from the door "really!?" I shout "yes!" Reader says,"I've been wanting to ask you for sometime now, pony, but I'm glad you did"

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Burn

kinktober #1: aphrodisiac

nsfw, daryl x fem!reader

You loved the forest. It was calming and peaceful. Despite how nice the Greene farm was, there was something about it that made you feel exposed. Here, among the trees, you feel protected.

Sun rays peek through the leaves, guiding you along as you pick up any edible vegetation you can find. As well as any pretty flowers you think Lori or Carol might appreciate. A bright pink mushroom stops you in your tracks.

You scavenged a book recently about all local Georgian flora, eagerly reading it front to back until you had it memorised. Even then, you'd sometimes clarify with Daryl, who knew a thing or two from his life of growing up in the woods. But this mushroom wasn't something you recognised.

You crouch carefully, staring at the thing while you consider your options. Maybe Daryl would know what it is. It was pretty regardless, and even poisonous mushrooms could be touched in most cases, so you add it to your basket without a second thought. After a little more walking, you trudge over to where Daryl's tent sits secluded from the rest.

You weren't technically friends, but you liked visiting him after your time in the forest. The first time you announced you were going out alone to forage, he looked worried, warning you not to “get lost like some dumbass.” You stopped by his tent later that day, mostly to prove you're alive and breathing. He curiously peered into your basket, and then sharing your finds with him became a regular occurrence then. He appreciated the visits, despite acting indifferent, finding you the most agreeable person by far in their little group. So he didn't mind so much.

You break out from the trees as you feel your body heating up. It was a little odd, but you chalk it up to the Georgian heat. By the time you reach Daryl's tent, however, you're stumbling and panting as your body burns.

“Daryl-” You choke out, voice layered with panic. His tent flap flies open after some rustling, and he rushes over to your side, frowning.

“You okay?” His accent thickens with his concern as he helps guide you inside, sitting you down on the cot. All you can do is grunt, desperately ripping off your light shawl. Why is it so hot? Daryl lifts your chin gently, trying to get you to focus enough to tell him what's wrong. It takes everything in you to not whine.

You shake your head, starting to explain that you don't know. He runs his gaze over you, pulling at your limbs to check for a walker bite. Nothing. His gaze shifts to your basket, desperate for any answer. He freezes as he spots the pink mushroom, swearing under his breath.

Daryl fidgets for a second, biting his thumb nervously before disappearing with your basket in hand to dispose of it. It feels like hours he's gone and by the time he comes back, you're practically writhing on his cot. He crouches by your side, running his hand over your hair soothingly. You give him a look. He knows what's wrong, but he doesn't seem keen on telling you. He clears his throat.

“it's an aphrodisiac, that pink mushroom,” you frown as he explains, confusion laced with worry. “Ain't gonna kill ya, just painful if you're not being uh… stimulated.”

…Stimulated?

Oh.

Your body somehow feels hotter, and now all you can think about is how nervous and flushed Daryl looks at your side.

“Help me.” You feel just as shocked you said that out loud as he looks. He doesn't hesitate to shake his head.

“Nah, you're not in your right min-”

You cut him off. “I'm asking before I'm not in the right mind.”

He sighs, chewing on his thumb nervously again as he looks over your flushed body. Clearly considering it. When he finally speaks again, his voice is raspy. “Fine.”

Your clothes are off before you know it, face down in Daryl's pillow as he takes time to stretch you out with his fingers. Surrounded by his scent and touch, you can't decide if it's too much or not enough. “Hurry, please.” You arch your back further into his hold.

“Patience, woman.” He pulls back anyways, unbuckling his belt as swiftly as he can. He handled the mushroom as carefully as he could, so why does he feel like he needs you so desperately?

You sigh into his pillow as he rubs the head of his dick at your entrance before pushing in slowly. Despite how it felt like he took forever preparing you, he feels massive once he's fully inside. “God-”

Daryl doesn't wait to start moving his hips, his hands gripping either side of your waist to pull you back against him. You moan loudly with every thrust, causing Daryl to yank you up so he can press a hand over your mouth. His grunts and pants are directly by your ear now. “Gotta be quiet.”

You can't focus. Whether it's the mushroom or him, you can't tell. He seems to sense it somehow, the underlying burn of the aphrodisiac and how desperate you are to quell it. He holds you up as best he can, snaking his free hand down to rub over your clit in a way that has your eyes rolling back. You cum then, intense and unexpected. He lets your body rest mostly back onto the bed, but he doesn't stop.

He keeps fucking you through it, one hand still over your mouth and the other rubbing circles over your sensitive core until you're cumming again. Only then does he pull away. Pumping himself through his own orgasm, he grabs your ass as he comes onto it.

You collapse onto the bed, exhausted. Despite dealing with the effects of the aphrodisiac, there's still a warmness inside of you. A comforting kind. Daryl plops down on the bed next to you, as far away as the tiny bed allows. His expression is unreadable, but you work up the courage to shift closer anyway. He bites his lip, looking a little nervous again. You can't resist cupping his face.

“Do you regret it?” His tone is laced with melancholy, and there's a rare look of vulnerability in his eyes. Like he's expecting a yes.

“Do you regret helping me?”

“Nah.” You both huff out a tired laugh at the ridiculousness of everything that just happened. At least now you have each other.