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What is the key to enjoying life? (x)

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[transbeeduo]

65K Note C!Crunch

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[kkshowtunes]

google citing ao3 as a source is so unhinged

[officialrailscales]

Black & FDE go together like peanut butter & jelly 🤌

Ascend 1911 Scales | MiniDot | TerraCore

- RS

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WE MADE IT TO 45K WHAAAAT?? Oh my goodness this doesn't even feel real tbh, you guys are actually insaaaaane for this n I'm smooching you all <3

Fist of all thank you to all of you babygirls 💕 You're really having daddy Tony live up to her username mhm 😭 You're all the best, BEST community I could ever ask for n I dunno where I'd be without y'all‼

When I say these past few days have been HARD but seeing this - seeing that I have all of you here for me - makes my days just so much better 🥺

I never thought my silly lil blog would grow so big but ahhhh like I always say- where you're a new follower, an old follower, or hit that Follow button by accident: just know that I appreciate you, and I hope you have the best day <33

Here's to more diabolical fics and nonsense ‼💕😈

[mov24]

This white man is trustworthy in the kitchen

[1dfanfictionbookcovers]

waiting for the tides to meet by nauticalleeds ( @nauticalleeds )

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Featuring a lovely cup of OT5, a road trip down the coast, and a scene where Harry eats a whole head of lettuce. Don't ask why.

[twnkwlf-writes]

heirlooms by twnkwlf

draco/harry | rated E | 45k words | complete post-war | secret relationship | sex to feelings

Seven years after everything, Harry is busy ignoring the past until Draco Malfoy suddenly re-enters his orbit. Together, they find out what the war left behind.

read on ao3

[scriberated]

The Wolf's Mantle Chapter 10

art by @imalsonotsure

Chapter 10 || Ao3

Chapter Summary/Preview:

“It is what it is,” Elowyn said, swallowing heavily. “Life isn’t fair.”

And heroes weren’t born but made. The warden who put an end to the fifth blight hadn’t been anyone special at first, either. She was thrown ass over tea kettle into hellish circumstances and crawled her way out — all the way to the Fereldan throne. And Hawke, beloved Hawke, had been a refugee in a strange city without a copper to his name. He’d become a champion of Kirkwall, a household name in more than one country, and a beacon of resilience and hope. Trevelyan had been a minor noble of little note before she became the Inquisitor, on the verge of spinsterhood and destined for the chantry if she didn’t find a husband. She became the Herald of Andraste, sword of the Divine, hero of Thedas.

None had asked for the destinies they’d been handed. Their lives, all the possibilities of who they could have been, were snatched from them by fate. Fairness had not been a consideration for them, either. But they all succeeded. All of them.

Had they felt as she felt now, burdened by purpose and frightened of failure? 

Work Summary: Rook is captured by Elgar'nan. For the crime of taking on the Dread Wolf’s mantle, now she must wear it for all to see. Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.  Ships: Solas/Rook, Rook & Lucanis Dellamorte, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook (one-sided) Tags: Act 1 spoilers, Aftermath of Torture, Mind Control, Branding, Forced Bonding, Vallaslin (Dragon Age), Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Comfort, Eventual Smut, Attempted Murder, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[californiatowhee]

illustration by rebel for chapter five of the "phoenix's soulmark is prosecutor miles edgeworth chooses death" soulmate AU 🧡 (in which there is a reunion)

"Long time, no see," Phoenix replies, and he pretends that he's not equally affected, like he's not hyper-aware of the fact that half a decade back and a few aisles over, this was where he'd acknowledged to himself that he'd fallen in love with this man. That was the distant past, after all.

Epoch by citsiurtlanu | Phoenix/Edgeworth | 45k

(other art for this fic: chapter one | chapter three | chapter five (you are here))

[lunarleonardo]

Hi again Lunar I am back for more

Question, what were your favorite scenes to write in your fics? As much as possible, scenes from most of your Dangan fics :3 (example, the infamous arguing scene between the saious in HGH Chapter 16)

Totally not because I'm gonna be voice acting them out and slapping them together in one video or anything hahaha

OH BOY !!!

some of these arent really .. voiceactable o_O But :P

m5 - Chapter 8, "Kokichi failed"

FF - when shuichi woke up in the suit case and realized Maki was the third sick one

IA - CHAPTER 4. ALL OF IT. easy guess tbh

love letter - oooh this is a tough ooonnee.... Probably chapter 23? Tsumugi and Shuichi in the car? I twisted sooo many songs into fitting that scene ゜゜(´O｀)°゜and i had a BLAST writing it

lost kitten - when shuichi kills 17 . made me a little physically nauseous to write but i loved doing it anyway σ(≧ω≦*)

and you already figured out the HGH one ;p

leaving out disconnected and unexpendable cus i dont remember writing DC and unexpendable is like a half breed of a danganronpa fic so idk if it'd count XD

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience – Epilogue (Part 11.2)

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 11th snippet / epilogue, part 2. Adar and Celebrimbor consummate their marriage, aka, make love to one another.

Here be smut! This is at least M rated people. Please mind the rating!

This is it, the Good Stuff(TM)! Again, this is smut, but there is also a lot of fluff and sappiness mixed in here. It's also the final bit for the 'main story' of this AU – though, who knows, maybe I’ll pick it up again for some interludes or some glimpses into everyday married life for those two in the future, though likely at a much slower pace than this one. Thank you, again, to everyone who has joined me on this journey. I appreciate all of you and your support means the world to me. (And also, hopefully, I’ll see you guys in the notes for any future fics of those two I might write. Because I still have a couple ideas and WIPs to work on.) Enjoy, and once again, Thank You! <3 <3 <3

Once they had separated again, Adar appeared much more confident. He used only his right hand as he reached down, grabbed the hem of his tunic, and then began to pull it over his head.

As his long hair began to tangle in the garment, Celebrimbor reached forward and helped him out of it. Like his own tunic and Adar’s armor, they let it drop to the ground, forgotten.

The uruk’s chest was littered with scars as well; burn marks and the remains of old wounds that the elf could not identify. Perhaps, Adar would be willing to tell him about each of them one day.

"You are beautiful," escaped the smith without his permission, but he couldn’t regret the words. Even as Adar stared incredulously at him. "I mean it. I look at you and see beauty."

Celebrimbor wanted to make himself clear. "Maybe not in the typical elven way, but I can see you have survived great strain and terrible hardship. I do not mind the scars. They are a part of you, and I love you."

He knew he was being awfully emotional about all this, but- he had to speak these words. He didn’t want to leave any doubt about what he felt for the other, or how he saw him.

The uruk closed his arms around the elf and brought the two of them together in another embrace. He kissed Celebrimbor’s temple, his cheek, his jaw, and then whispered against his lips. "It has been a very long time since I have been called ‘beautiful‘. And even longer, still, since I believed it. But I believe you."

A pause, a breath. "How have I gotten so lucky? The most decent, the most kindhearted of all elves, and I get to call you my own. You, the one who was willing to see me and my children as more than just Morgoth’s creations."

"You are more than Morgoth’s creation," Celebrimbor said with conviction. "And if you have gotten lucky, so have I."

He dared Adar to disagree with his words by frowning just the slightest bit, until the uruk laughed and pulled him close again. They kissed once more. As Adar let his hands roam, so did Celebrimbor.

Adar’s body certainly was not like an elf’s, but this was not a detriment in the smith’s opinion. He enjoyed letting his hands move over the scars, felt shapes beneath his fingertips whose textures felt new and unique and exciting to him.

Likewise, his husband seemed unable to let his own hands rest either; they moved over the expanse of Celebrimbor’s back and between his shoulder blades, to his arms, up to his neck and then down to his pecs, which the uruk squeezed. The elf gasped into their kiss as a result, and when Adar made to draw back, he caught the uruk's fingers to press them onto his chest again and moaned into the other’s mouth at the resulting pressure.

They soon shed the rest of their clothing, stepping out of their shoes and boots as well as their breeches. Adar’s mouth wandered from Celebrimbor’s mouth to his jaw, his ear, and then his neck.

He was soft with his kisses, mindful of the bruising, until the elf drew his head closer with his hand and groaned as the other sucked his own bruise into the hollow of his throat. 

Celebrimbor didn’t care in the least whether or not someone else would see it, come morning.

Moving against one another sent sparks through the elf’s body now that they were completely bare, and he felt heat rise up his body when he felt how aroused Adar was already.

The uruk grabbed his behind and drew them against each other fully. Both groaned at the contact.

"Celebrimbor-" Adar began. He already sounded breathless.

"Tyelpe," the smith replied, quickly, before Adar could finish his sentence. At the other’s questioning look, Celebrimbor drew him forward and kissed him, before he repeated. "Call me Tyelpe. It’s short for-"

"Telperinquar," Adar finished. He sounded reverent as he said it. Celebrimbor felt himself shiver at the sound of his name on Adar’s tongue. He nodded to confirm it.

"...Tyelpe," Adar repeated the name as if tasting it. In turn, Celebrimbor moved forward as if to lick it out of his mouth. The kiss left them both breathless and flushed.

"...let us move over to your bed," the uruk suggested, quietly, and the elf let himself be walked over without hesitation. Instead, he tried to catch Adar’s lips again. It was like he had gotten addicted to them – their warmth, their softness, the pressure. He couldn’t stop seeking them out.

The uruk was careful as he helped his husband lay down and then moved on top of him. He caught Celebrimbor’s eye as he kept himself suspended above the elf, and only laid down when Celebrimbor stretched out his arms and beckoned him to do so.

Soon, they were moving against one other, rubbing skin against skin as they kissed, hands restless on each other’s bodies.

"What do you want to do?" Adar asked, once they managed to break their kiss for a moment. A fine strand of spit hung between their mouths and neither of them was willing to move far away from the other.

"Whatever you want to do," Celebrimbor replied. To make himself perfectly clear, he untangled his legs from Adar’s and loosely wrapped them around the uruk’s hips, who groaned deeply and thrust down against the elf in response. "If you’d let me, I’d want all of you."

His hips moved up into Adar’s thrusts all of their own. Both of them moaned at the feeling of them sliding against one another.

They could barely control themselves, and Adar eventually had to use his hand to grab Celebrimbor’s hip and pin it to the bed – though gently – so they would not finish too soon.

"Do you have any oil?" He sounded hopeful, even if he looked a bit skeptical.

His expression changed to one of surprise when Celebrimbor reached across and over the side of the bed, only to produce a small bottle, which he pressed into Adar’s hand. The smith felt rather proud of himself in that moment.

The uruk raised his eyebrows. "Do you always happen to have some spare oil nearby, or…" He suddenly narrowed his eyes, though it was clearly playful. "Did you hope this would happen?"

The elf grew just the slightest bit sheepish and fluttered his eyelashes at the uruk. "What can I say? If the the last two days have taught me anything, it is to always be prepared – and not let anything go to waste by holding back."

Adar looked at Celebrimbor with wide eyes for a moment, and then he smirked and shook his head, before he gave his husband another peck on the lips. "My dear, you are full of surprises. I hadn’t expected that you’d be quite so bold in this."

A pause. "I think I like it."

The uruk was careful as he prepared his husband; he took the time to warm the oil, helped Celebrimbor place a pillow underneath his hips and placed one of the smith’s legs over his shoulder. Before he touched the elf, he kissed the side of his knee and leant over him to have a good look at his face.

"Are you still certain?"

The smith smiled brightly at the question, and nodded. "Yes," he took a shuddering breath. "A bit nervous though, I’ll admit. I haven’t done this in a long time."

The uruk leant down to press his lips to Celebrimbor’s forehead, then kissed him deeply. "Me neither. I promise I’ll go slow."

The elf nodded, and held onto the side of the uruk’s face and his upper arm. "I know."

And indeed, Adar took his time. Not only did he stretch his husband, but he also stroked him as he knelt before the elf, twin sensations that kept Celebrimbor relaxed and in a state of near perpetual pleasure.

The elf languished in his position and how it allowed him to watch his husband while the other worked. There was a look of concentration on Adar’s face while he alternated between focusing on his tasks and Celebrimbor’s face, as if to make sure the other was truly enjoying this.

Celebrimbor smiled and made no attempt to hide his reactions; he looked at Adar with hooded eyelids and his mouth half-open, spilling sighs and gasps whenever the other touched him in a particularly pleasant way.

He could tell the uruk was slowly but surely becoming more impatient, though he was good at hiding it. He hadn’t once touched himself, so Celebrimbor stretched out a hand and tried to motion the other to come closer, "Let me do something for you, too."

Adar smiled gently, and used one hand to stroke the space between Celebrimbor’s leg and his lower stomach for a bit. "You don’t have to do anything but lie back. I’ll take care of you tonight."

"Next time, then," the elf insisted cheekily, and then moaned and arched his back when Adar found that sensitive spot inside him.

Whether Celebrimbor’s reaction had been the final straw to entice his husband, or whether he simply deemed him ready, the elf would never know, but Adar soon finished his preparations and began to arrange the elf’s body to his liking.

Legs wrapped high around Adar’s upper body, ankles crossed at the back, the elf let his lower body be hoisted up by an arm around his hip while Adar reached down to line himself up to Celebrimbor’s entrance.

The elf cupped his husband’s cheeks once more, stroking gentle fingers along the scars there. Their faces were so very close. Adar’s eyes were almost black with how dilated his pupils were by that point. He was a sight to behold, with sweat beading on his forehead and strands of his hair stuck to his skin.

And yet, his expression remained so gentle, so attentive.

"May I?" the uruk asked. Celebrimbor nodded, not quite sure if he’d be able to manage any words.

They both sighed and pressed close when Adar began to sink into Celebrimbor’s body. This was not just warmth, but heat that spread through him now.

There was no pain, only a stretch that felt wonderfully intimate, and Adar who seemed to fight his own pleasure to keep his eyes on Celebrimbor, to make sure he was alright.

Trembling with how good he felt, the smith let himself spill whatever words came to him. "You feel wonderful," he said. It was true. "You’re being so gentle with me, so careful, nobody has touched me with such reverence."

"I wish you could see yourself right now. I could look upon you all day. Want to-" his breath hitched and he moaned once more as Adar finally sank in to the hilt and crowded close, rubbing their noses against each other as the uruk tried to catch his breath. "Want to sketch you like this, so you can see how radiant you are-"

With a loud groan, the uruk brought their lips together. The kiss was deeper, more urgent now, it almost felt as if he wanted to drink Celebrimbor down. He wrapped his hands around the elf’s shoulders and behind is head.

They both were breathless when they broke apart.

"Can I-?"

"Yes, please, move-" Adar laughed, very softly, at Celebrimbor’s eagerness, and pecked his lips before he began to follow his husband’s request.

The friction felt downright otherworldly, and the pleasure was only heightened because the elf got to experience his husband’s as well. They moved with each other and quickly found a rhythm that worked for them as they slowly built up the pace.

Still, Adar seemed to hold back. "I’m alright, I feel good- you can let go. I want you to. Please," the elf coaxed the other. It was clear the uruk was enjoying this, with the way every other breath turned into a deep groan and how he couldn’t quite keep his eyes open.

Adar needed a moment to find his words, and moaned when he found a good angle on his next thrust before he answered. "I’m- quite strong-"

"I know," Celebrimbor remembered Adar’s battle prowess. He curled himself up and brought their foreheads together as he clenched down onto the uruk. "I want to feel it. I don’t care about bruising – you won’t hurt me. I know you won’t. I trust you."

This time, it didn’t take long to convince the other, and the smith soon held onto Adar with all his limbs and pressed his face into his neck as his voice rose in pleasure.

Adar hadn’t lied when he said he was strong; the way he snapped his hips down now was intense, but good. He managed to hit every single sensitive spot Celebrimbor had and still, nothing he did hurt, there was only pressure, and bliss.

"It’s good, it’s so good-" the elf reassured the other, encouraged him. "Please, don’t stop-"

They both were reaching for their completion now, desperate in how they scrambled against one another. Celebrimbor smeared spit onto Adar’s cheek as he attempted to speak, could feel the groans – no, growls – the uruk let out against the junction of his neck and shoulder, the way he mouthed at the skin.

"I’m close-" Adar warned through clenched teeth, before he brought his and Celebrimbor’s eyes into alignment again, both their hands around one another’s shoulders and on their cheeks now. "You feel so good, I’m so close-"

"I am too," Celebrimbor replied, breathless, eager, near overcome. "Please, you can-"

"Come for me," Adar asked him instead, and the elf was powerless to do anything but comply with a long moan of Adar’s name. Judging by the way Adar thrust down with all his strength and then shouted, loudly, he was quick to follow.

They were both shaking as pleasure washed over them, their hands slipped on sweat-covered skin, but then renewed their grip and held onto one another.

Celebrimbor couldn’t speak for himself, but Adar was quite the sight. His face was completely open now, and there was no strain, only the euphoria of release and underneath, the love he held for his husband, clear as day.

What a gift, the elf thought, that he got to see the other so unguarded and so content. Would get to see him like this, again and again.

The two husbands collapsed onto the bed in the aftermath. Adar was pressing Celebrimbor into the bed with his own weight, whereas the elf cushioned the uruk’s body with his own. Their grip on one another loosened as they caught their breath, but they did not fully let each other go.

Celebrimbor continued to rest his legs over his husband’s back and stroked fingers up and down between his shoulder blades. When Adar shivered and grew restless at the light touches, the elf moved his fingers into Adar’s hair instead, slowly carding through the soft strands and scratching his scalp.

Adar, too, seemed unwilling to move. His head was tucked under Celebrimbor’s chin where his breath fanned out over the elf’s collarbones. His right hand stroked a thumb up and down Celebrimbor’s hip, whereas his left one – the one usually in his gauntlet – sought of Celebrimbor’s free hand and linked their fingers together.

It was the elf who brought their hands to his lips for another kiss. Adar sighed in response, and rubbed in nose into Celebrimbor’s skin when the elf kissed the top of his head next.

They should probably move and get cleaned up, sooner or later, but for now, Celebrimbor just wanted to enjoy this moment.

He smiled, happy and exhausted, when Adar lifted his head. The uruk, too, looked like he’d soon fall asleep. Which was probably a good thing – both of them still needed to recover from the previous weeks.

As Celebrimbor stroked the back of his hand across Adar’s cheek, the other smiled back at him.

"I love you, Tyelpe," he said. Celebrimbor hadn’t ever seen him look more at ease, more happy, than in this moment.

His own resulting smile felt so wide the elf wasn’t sure how it could still fit his own face.

"I love you too, Adar. My husband."

The uruk reached over and brought their lips together once again. "Indeed. My husband."

[vega-alphalyrae-hip91262]

These Roads Lead to Recovery (FINAL CHAPTER)

Chapter 8 These roads we travel together

Rating: Mature Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Relationship: Alain Prost/Ayrton Senna Characters: Alain Prost Ayrton Senna Niki Lauda Viviane Senna Bruno Senna Nicolas Prost Adriane Galisteu Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort Emotional Hurt/Comfort Eating Disorders Injury Major Character Injury NO DEATH Fluff Softness Soft Alain This is much softer than I imagined Senna's family Everyone Thinks They're Together Slow Burn Slow Build Eventual Smut but not a lot Alain really goes through it here Alain Prost Needs A Hug Starvation as a coping mechanism

Summary Chapter 8 The second the lights are off Senna lurches forward, Barichello falls behind and the Benneton takes second. Hill defends behind. It’s a clean start, some blocking and a tight first corner but the Williams takes the lead. By the second lap Alesi retires, but it’s on the chicane, no safety car. OR Senna goes back to racing, Alain has to deal with this, they make choices for their future.





[youredyingthatsallthereis]

frenzy

t4t roachghost, bloodborne au, roach sits on ghosts face, face fucking, tdick fucking, roach puts ghost in a mating press and leaves it in, porn with absolute zero plot, this was just an excuse to write t4t sex

also posted on my AO3 <3

word count: 1480

roach had barely been home for thirty seconds before the front door suddenly flew open and slammed shut again, announcing ghosts abrupt return home. roach had been just about to start cleaning the blood and viscera out of the serrated edges of his threaded cane but one look at ghosts face told him that that was going to have to wait.

"back already?" roach questioned, knowing that he wasnt going to get a real answer. he could see in ghosts eyes that he was too distracted and focused on one thing; he practically threw his tonitrus and pistol onto the table and put his newly freed hands on roach's bare chest, gloved fingertips leaving contrastingly clean streaks in the gore and filth all over roach's exposed torso.

"killed one too many again, have you?" he asked softly, carefully removing ghost's hat and gently placing it next to his weapons. ghost had been getting like this more and more lately; overly vicious and murderous during hunts and leaving himself half cut and almost crazed after, coming home needy and wanting wanting /wanting/ -

"please," was all ghost said, voice low and quietly desperate. roach pulled down his mask before delicately pulling off his own blood-caked gloves and tossing them to the side, starkly clean hands moving to cup ghosts red-stained cheeks and tilting his face up for a soft kiss.

roach kept it sweet for a moment, wanting to test ghost's patience a little; the other hunter's fingertips digging into his exposed shoulders almost immediately indicated that it was already worn very, very thin.

"nasty," he chuckled as ghost pulled back just enough to start licking and kissing at the blood and filth on his upper chest. "you want me to fuck you right here on the kitchen table? or shall i be a gentleman and take you to bed?"

ghost kissed him hard and hungry in response, licking the taste of the hunt into his mouth. "we haven't been gentleman for a long, long time gary," he barely managed to get out between kisses. roach had to chuckle.

"be that as it may, your back will thank me tomorrow for insisting," he countered, stepping backwards towards their bedroom and pulling ghost along by the lapels of his jacket. "we aren't beasts."

he led ghost to their slightly-too-small-for-two-grown-men bed and gently pushed him back to sit down on it, watching as his lover frantically shucked off his filthy coat and gloves before practically tearing off his stained shirt. roach unlaced his boots and kicked them off as he undid his belt, letting his trousers and pants fall to his ankles.

ghost barely gave him a chance to spread himself open before he had roach by the hips, fingers just straddling the line where the violence spattered across roach's torso had been stopped by the waistband of his trousers, and was pulling him to hastily sit on his face as he threw himself back onto the bed.

roach wanted to take it slow but ghost's feral enthusiasm made it feel impossible; he had roach's tdick wrapped up in his lips and tongue so quickly that roach could barely control this hips rocking forward to push it in deeper as fast as possible. ghost was always like this when he wanted to be facefucked; fast and desperate and demanding and roach always loved every second of it.

he snaked one hand under ghosts head and braced the other against the wall, rutting hard and fast against his tongue until he could see stars when he closed his eyes. he let out a whiny gasp when ghost grabbed his ass, hard and tight, to keep him fucked deep enough into his mouth that he could slide his tongue down towards roach's hole, the tip just swiping over the top edge of it. roach felt a peak coming on way too quickly, the latent frenzied tension that had been building in him all night while he hunted ready to burst out of him already -

"that's it, fuck that's it, don't stop, fuck i can't hold it - "

with a few more shallow thrusts he was cumming, ghost moaning into his cunt and sucking up as much as he could while roach shook and throbbed, hand still gripping ghost's head tightly up against him. when he finally let go to let ghost catch his breath, the other hunter barely paused for a second before sucking roach's oversensitive dick back into his mouth.

"fuck, simon," roach breathed, lids fluttering shut while he full-body shivered at the overstimulation. "starvin' for it, huh?"

he got a long, greedy lick from his hole to the tip of his cock in response, and when he finally managed to look back down found ghost looking back up at him with feverish intensity.

"get your bottoms off then," roach said, shuffling back down from ghost's face to his waist. ghost wiggled and shimmied his trousers and pants off while roach backed up enough to give him more space, taking a moment to look down at the blood smeared on the inside of his thighs from ghost's cheeks.

"roach," ghost whined, pulling the hunter out of his imaginings of how brutally ghost must have been killing for his face to have gotten so dirty. he looked at ghosts spread legs and traced two fingers along his cunt, letting saliva pool in his mouth for a moment before leaning down for an open mouthed, sloppy kiss to get his pussy good and wet. ghost writhed and scrabbled at the pillow on either side of his head, impatient for roach to keep going.

roach let him buck his hips up into his mouth for a moment, savoring the taste of ghost's ardent hard work, moaning into his cunt as it mixed with the filthy flavor his kisses had left behind earlier. he got lost in it for a moment, head spinning as ghost's unrestrained lust seeped into him, until ghost was grabbing him by the scalp and pulling him up into a harsh kiss, wrapping his legs around roach's waist and gasping into his mouth as their cocks frotted together.

"you really aren't a gentleman, are you" roach said between frantic kisses. "so shameless and beautiful in all your wanting."

ghost's legs tightened around his hips at the sweet talking and praise, pushing his pelvis up harder to get more friction between them.

"go on then, love, take it. take what you want. don't be ashamed." he knew ghost never was, but couldn't resist giving him the extra nudge.

he was glad for it; ghost took the words and with a deep drag along roach's torso, gathered up the blood and gore off him and rubbed it slow and hard over their cocks, throwing back his head and moaning hard at the extra slickness. roach groaned and rocked his tcock, now extra slippery, along the bottom of ghosts, reaching down and spreading his pussy wider to get himself deeper into his hole.

"fuck me, please please fuck me, pleeeease - "

roach quickly got his hands on the backs of ghosts thighs and shoved them back, leaning forward to fold him in half and get his hands under ghost's lower back, pussy totally exposed to grind against.

"FUCK, just like that," ghost shouted, death gripping the pillow and rocking up against roach for more.

"anything," roach panted into his mouth, letting their lips brush over each others with every thrust. "you know its always anything you want."

ghost's whining steadily increased in volume as roach started to move faster, fucking into him as hard as he could, ghost barely above a whisper saying "that's it, come on bug i know you can get off inside me, come on leave it in, leave it all inside me - "

roach choked out a gasp while ghost licked over his tongue, closing his eyes to better take in every bit of sensation, the wet heat of their tongues together, the blood slick slide of their cocks together, electricity building up sharp and fast in his lower abdomen with every syllable ghost let roll off his tongue onto roach's -

he thrust in and held it there, a clipped howl wrung out of his chest as he climaxed, ghost inhaling every desperate sound like it was bringing him back to life, back to his sanity, hand on his own cock to work himself up until he was biting down hard on roach's lower lip and cumming, long and steady, pulsing against roach while he continued to weakly frot their oversensitive cocks together as much as he could stand to.

finally, ghost loosed his jaws and let roach go, licking the bit of blood he'd drawn.

"even *my* blood, hm?" roach said softly, giving him a gentle kiss.

"the taste of you," ghost managed between heaving, steadying inhales, "is the closest to heaven i'm ever gonna get."