Reader- Hugs and Hot Cocoa / / / /Reader- Hugs and Hot Cocoa Akakyoak / / / / ©2013-2017 Akakyoak WHERE DID THIS ALL COME FROM?!What exploded in my mind to create this?It's MORE than what I usually do.Enjoy the story, guys!FUN FACT- I actually automatically don't trust you if you say "hot cocoa". But "hot chocolate" wouldn't fit in the title.//I don't think this is a SplendyxReader exactly so it's not in the title. It's whatever the reader wants it to be I guess.//Also- I feel that if Splendor ever had a female proxy, she would have a sort of... That's just what I think. It's not necessarily "gothic" Lolita.Yes I know there is a BOOK titled Lolita and I know it is not about the Japanese fashion style.Splendor- his ownerYou- yourselfThis story- meFOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW:Carnival-MaskySpring-HoodieLooky-ObserverPuppy-Smile.dog HEY! I'm considering writing a LEMON for Splendor and Reader.Thoughts? (I'm disgusting I know ) This content is intended for mature audiences.

Sweden x Reader: Birthday Present (Lemon) LadyLyacaria / / ©2014-2017 LadyLyacaria This is a gift for ! I finally made it.I finally wrote it.Happy late birthday, my Queen!  Or should I say: Grattis på födelsedagen! (Oh my gosh, I hope that's right) I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to for the correction!Spin the bottle - Jeff the Killer X reader. / / / / / once a killer always a killer… Touch her boobs, RAPE, Kiss! , Just hug Already!This is gonna be a long night…--Time skip-- Spin the bottle - Jeff the Killer X reader. ImYourNeko / / / / / ©2014-2017 ImYourNeko How To Write Sex Within A Fanfiction ColdEthyl13 / / ©2013-2017 ColdEthyl13Creepypasta x Reader Lemon Ticci Tobi Creepypasta x Reader Lemon Ticci Tobi bleach116607 / / / / ©2015-2017 bleach116607 Okay yeah I know I promised a lemon for this one but I couldnt bring myself to do it! TOBY IS TOO INNOCENT IN MY POINT OF VIEW!!!  I don't own Ticci Toby or creepypastas If you have a request for any kind of story just ask!

Have a Lovely day~!Warning: This entry contains spoilers. Cave Johnson is a character from the video game Portal 2, who was the founder and CEO of Aperture Science, the laboratory in which the game takes place. Since the game’s release he has been the subject of various image macros and video remixes, often in the context of his famous “lemons” speech. (See also: Portal 2 Space Personality Core) During the middle of Chapter 6, The Fall, an automated recording is played of the deceased Cave Johnson. It is told that he is the founder of Aperture Science, has spent years as CEO, and is coming up with new inventions and ideas for the future. Some of his ideas backfired, and one even cost him his life. He received a deadly disease which was caused by the contact of Moon Rocks. At first he is optimistic that his researchers will create a vaccine to save him. Unfortunately as time goes by, his optimism fades, and soon becomes enraged. “When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade.

Make life take the lemons back! I don’t want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! hooded snake in michiganMake life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! frs hoodiesDo you know who I am? dmb hoodiesI’m the man who’s gonna burn your house down! yeezus hoodie tie dyeI’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!”hoodie lemon fanfiction As of May 2011, several Cave Johnson related sites have been created including a Tumblr, Twitter (over 850 followers), Facebook (over 2,000 likes), and the single topic blog “Cave Johnson, here!”.segel hoodie

A Kotaku article about the single topic blog was posted on April 29th, 2011. A round-up of Cave Johnson quotes was posted to BuzzFeed on May 4th, 2011.xerox hoodie Search queries for “cave johnson” increased dramatically around the same the game was released in April, 2011. A challenge to create a “Combustible Lemon Launcher” was posted to Reddit on May 4th, 2011 by user Drgrundy. Redditors jimpact, and Forgetful_Redditor responded with screenshots of 3D textures he had been working on. More can be found below in the video gallery. More can be found below in the image gallery. Made of insults and speculations 1,280 Photos and videosViewing Tweets won't unblock @QuietteShy.Percy Jackson SketchPercy Jackson MemesPercy Jackson FandomPercy Jackson HeroesPersassy JacksonPercy Jackson And Annabeth Chase Fan ArtJackson CamHerosi PercyPercy Annabeth OlympiansForwardNo matter how many versions of this particular Percabeth sketch I see, something melts inside me :3

Part 1 lives herePart 2 lives hereRobert Downey, Jr. was right– shooting a gun while on acid was like getting a blowjob from God. We stood out on the sand, him holding me, me holding the gun, as I fired shot after shot into the water. With each round I felt the kickback become less of an impact and more like a wash of sparkly, celestial warmth that made me ache with longing. Something that beautiful can never just make you happy. It always makes you want more.As I finished the second to last round, I turned back to Robert Downey, Jr. A soft wail was wafting out from somewhere, growing louder. “I think the cops are coming,” I say.“Well, then, I think you better hand me the gun before they get here.”I do as he says and grasp his hand as he clutches me to his chest, as he fires out at the water with his other hand. The way he aims, the muscles in his arm twitching and relaxing with each pull of the trigger. So controlled, so self-assured, an asshole, maybe even a dangerous asshole, but right now, a dangerous asshole who wanted me.

The sirens grew louder; there was definitely more than one cop car coming. We didn’t have much time. I turned to him again, fearful, exhilarated. “What should we do?” And that’s when Robert Downey, Jr. drops the gun in the sand, turns me around, and kisses me for the first time. He holds my whole body tightly, greedily; his lips are softer than I’d imagine, kinder. I standing on my tiptoes, letting myself fall into him, running one hand through his hair while the other hooks a finger on to his belt, tugging urgently at it.He pulls away for a second, shaking his head at me as if he can’t believe my nerve. “You started it,” I pant.“You’re right,” he says.He grabs me by the hair this time, we bump noses as he crushes my mouth to his, the sirens ever louder. I reach my hand under his tee shirt and peel it off his torso, exposing the rippling muscles of his chest to the moonlight. “God, I want you,” I gasp, marveling at his body. I’m a pretty picky girl, but I usually don’t find myself in the presence of bodies like this.

His hands are wandering up my dress, as he plants kiss after kiss on my neck. “If we’re naked by the time the cops come, maybe they’ll be too turned on to arrest us,” he murmurs. “How do I get this dress off you?”But before he can unzip the back we hear a car horn from the parking lot. I fully expect it to be the police but instead, a portly, friendly-looking dude in a Jeep has pulled into the parking lot. “What the fuck are you doing, Robert Downey, Jr?” he shouts across the beach.We look to each other, both a little taken by surprise. “Hey, Pete,” Robert Downey, Jr. shouts back, “What’s up?”“What’s up is that the cops are going to be here in thirty seconds,” Pete says. “Did you want to fly or not?”Robert Downey, Jr. takes my hand and we tear through the sand towards the Jeep. I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, but I’m okay with that. We hop into the back seat and I slam the door shut as Pete peals out of the parking lot.“So, uh, did you have any idea where you wanted to go?”

But neither of us say anything because we are tearing off each others clothes in the back seat. Pete speeds up the PCH just as the cops turn into the parking lot. I can see them in the rearview mirror as Robert Downey, Jr. pulls my dress up over my head and sticks his hand under my bra, grabbing the ring. But before he drops it into his pocket, I snatch it back from him, this time pulling open the elastic on my panties and letting it fall into them. I let go, and the elastic snaps against my skin. “New game,” I say. Robert Downey, Jr. bites his lip, swallowing.I feel the car come to a stop just as I’m undoing the buckle on Robert Downey, Jr’s pants. He sits up alertly, quickly buckling up again, and I throw my dress on again. “Zip me,” I say under my breath, and turn my back to Robert Downey, Jr, letting him pull the zipper up my naked back, kissing me between the shoulder blades before we hop out of the car.We find ourselves on a runway at the Santa Monica airport, bright banks of blinding lights, like stadium lights or spotlights, shining down on me and shirtless Robert Downey, Jr.

In front of us is a smallish jet with inconspicuous markings, the only aircraft on the dark, lonely runway.“Where do you want to go?” Robert Downey, Jr. asks me, his arm around my waist as I gawk at the aircraft.“I don’t think I get a chance to answer, if I do, I don’t remember what I say. Robert Downey, Jr. merely pulls me up into the plane, latching the door behind us and picking up exactly where we left off. When he finds the ring in my underwear, he throws it against the side of the cabin and he and I have sex five times on his private jet. Twice on the floor, the carpet nearly burning my back as I wrap my legs around him and my shoes dangle off my feet.  Once in the galley, me sitting up on the counter, gripping the handles on the cupboard for stability as we hit some turbulence. Once in one of the big leather seats, reclined all the way back, and slowly, gazing into each others eyes, me thinking for a moment that he might actually be in love with me. One other time… oh, I can’t remember where.  

Maybe in the cockpit, right in front of Pete, because we didn’t give a shit anymore, but I can’t be sure.  All I know is that I wake up tucked under a billowy white down comforter, in his arms, feeling our altitude drop until the plane bumps to a landing.Robert Downey Jr. rolls over and smiles at me, sleepily, blissful. He shakes his head and draws me in closer to him, kissing my forehead, sighing a slightly smoky breath across my face. “You’re a fucking tiger, you know that?”We exit out onto the tarmac, squinting against the harsh sunlight, still getting ourselves together. As we go down the steps, I feel the balmy air of wherever we are whip my silk dress around my legs. I know my makeup is horrendous, my hair is matted, but I also know where we are. I know this air.“Hm,” Robert Downey, Jr. says, buttoning his shirt, looking at the surroundings. “I guess Pete took us to Tokyo. I exclaim, skipping down onto the runway, “My grandma lives here!”After buying new clothes and cleaning up in a hotel in Roppongi (where we also fuck again, him taking me from behind, me pressed against the full-length glass windows overlooking the hazy city,) we take the train out to Urawa, where my grandmother lives.

We’re too exhausted and jet lagged to do anything but hold hands as the city turns into the suburbs as the businessmen file in and out of the train at each stop. A few schoolgirls giggle and take cell phone pictures of Robert Downey, Jr, but we don’t notice them. I lean my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.We spend the afternoon eating ham sandwiches and pickled radishes while my grandmother watches a variety show that involves celebrities and ramen. “This is my friend, Robert Downey Jr,” I tell her in Japanese. She nods and smiles. I don’t think she knows who that is, but she is very happy to meet him, and tells him so.“You still haven’t told me your name,” Robert Downey, Jr says as my grandmother retires to her room for a late afternoon nap. Were reclining on the pillows on the floor. The screen door is open and warm, humid summer air passes through the apartment silently. Kids are playing in the schoolyard next door. I prop myself up on my elbow, turning to Robert Downey, Jr.