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roachemoji · 1 year ago

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Stranger Things Season 4 Thread!!!!!!!! 04 01

theres NO realistic way in hell some kid was chucking that shit every damn day and making it !!!!!!!!! bro would have smacked someone in the fucking FACE by now!!!!!

starting off with a freak ass routine gotcha gotcha gotcha !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aGAGGLE OF BALD CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

its been. 4 minutes and im already so uncomfortable with how they hold the kids hands to lead them around lmao

Brenner cant draw for SHIT girl if that was me id tell him i dont know bc its fucking UGLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH. HES RIGHT.

GOD hes. i hate hate hate hate hate hate his fucking face it makes me so uncomfortable.

GIRL HELLO !!!!!!!!! DAMN LMAO

EXPLODES THEM EXPLODESTHEM EXPLODES THEM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the TONE shift from the last season is really getting to me girlie like that last one didnt feel REAL and this one feels VERY present. even with the rainbow visuals in the room?

OUGHH GOD HES SO UNCOMFORTABLE.

HIS EXPRESSIONS ARE SO ???? HIS GASP SEEING A DEAD KID??? IDK HOW TO PLACE IT.

damn girlie what did you do !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EL'S !!!! FUCKING AUTISM ACCENT? LOVE HER. LOVE HER.

ARGYLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GODIM SO EXCITED TO MEET HIM !!!!!

I CANT PUT INTO WORDSS HOW MUCH I LOVE THE TONE SHIFT AND THEM BEING OLDER AND EL'S LETTER TO MIKE BEING !!!! SO.

THEYRE ALL SO BIG NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KAREN LOOKS SO CUTE AND TED? KILLS HIM.

SUZZIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND DUSTIN <3333333 THEYRE SO CUTE

STEVE AND ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PEOOPLE WHO LIKE BOOBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK ING STE VE. BI MEN AND THEIR LESBIAN BESTIES ???

MAX IS NOT BEATING THE TRANS MASC ALLEGATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT NOW NOT EVER NOT IN MY HEART

UCAS LOOK SO FU CKING GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS HAIIRRRRRR

WHO TH FUCK IS THIS ARCHIE LOOKING WHITE MAN ?????

THEIR PANTS ARE TEAR AWAY ? I GUESS THOSE HAVE A FUCKING USE .... WHEN IT COMES TO SPORTS ? BUT STILL KAJDSHKJHADS IM FU CKING KAJHDKJAHSD. THEY DIDNT DIE SO WE WOULD LOOSE AT BASKETBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT UP

Lucas is making a good ass point butalso im so sorry he doesnt wanna be a loser nerd freak anymore :pensive:

the fu cCKING RUSSIANS LAKJSHDAKSJHDKJ HDAMN GIRLIE HOLY SHIT BE CAREFUL ? EW. EW? WHOSE THE LITTLE WHITE WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH ELL BABY YOU GOT THIS. YOU GOT THIS!!!! GO AUTISM GIRLIE!!!!!!!!

IM GONNA KILL. EVERYONE IN THAT ROOM. !! PLEASE LET HER JUST. OUGHHGH GODD. WILL TEARING UP TOO. FUCKING EXPLODE HER!!!!!! EXPLODE THAT FUCKING. BITCH HOLY SHIT ?

WILL IS.

MAX ?? QUEER WHATS WITH THE... GREEN SCRUNCHIE?? THAT THE OTHER GIRLIES HAVE

LUCAS approaching Max who... is the only one who is like ? LOUDLY suffering with shit after watching Billy die and be traumatized vs the core group not NOT being traumatized but handling it VERY DIFFERENTLY ? like they always "bounced back" and Max isn't

o h JESUS WHAT THE FUCK HELLO ?????? bro aksjdhkasjhakhkKJHDFKJSDHFKJH DAMN I WOULD NOT HAVE LEFT THAT BATHROOM HELLO WHAT THE FUCK

Eddie doesnt SOUND like i thought he would ???? AKDHAKDJH i forgot about the hanky code my mans wearing

dustiinnNNSFNKJKSJH DUSTIN. AKJSDH!!!!!! MIKE'S FACE.

Eddie's vibe is. AKHASKDJASHD like my ex boyfriend from highschool

MURRYYYY !!! MISSED HIM. LOVE HIM. RIP ALEXEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she has nIPPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGYLE AKSJHDKASJH!!!!!!!!!! MOPEY DICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NANCY LOOKS SO CUTE!!!

ARGYLE CALLING HIM A FUCKING GOOD BOY KJHSDKAHADSKJHADSKJH YELLING

im sorry literally N OON wants to play DnD you just have to find the gay people !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (40 years from now)

Out h ere being Mentally ill in da Woods as you do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what gay ass drugs are we selling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh hes DRAMATIC fucking theater kid. that man's NOT STRAIGHT !!!! and also defenitely has ADHD. chewing on his fucking HAIR !!! stimming i see u !!

EL BABY GIRL IM SO SORRY I WAN T TO EXPLODE THE WORLD FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO KILL FOR HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOY SHIT . MAKE THEM PISS THEIR PANTS GIRL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OO OoOOO H BABAKJSHD I FORGOT HER POW ERS ARENT ,,, WO RK ING,,, ABY IM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THIS IS FUCKING PAINFUL.

tHE focus not having been on Will the entire time except for a snippet here and there is REALLY NICE ACTUALLY likE!!! IDK BUT IT IS. TTHAT MANS FIGURING OUT HES QUEER TOO

MURRY JADKASLASKLJSADKJ !!!! MY MAN ABSOLUTEL LOSING HIS MIND

sTEVE IM AKSDJHS SORRY GIRLIE LMAOOOOOO fuc kinggGGGG TAMMMYYYYY AKSDJAKDHAKJSDHKAJSHD ROBINNN GIRLIEE IM SO FUCKING SORRRYY. JDKLKJDLKJFDSJLKDF I WA NNA FUCKING.

ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY GIRL IS BACKKKK YEAHHHH FUCKING LOVE HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HER HAIIIRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT WAIT FOR HER TO DESTROY EDDIE

DESTROY HIM DESTROY HIM DESTROY HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the fucking mountain dew cansssss his DM set up is so good

I JUST LOVE HOW DND IS USED AS FORESHADOWING BABEY !!!

Dusstin and Erica working together like THIS IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH. love u lady applejack <33333

FUCKING GET IT ERICA!!!! LUCAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASSSEEEEEEEEE

YYYEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i thOUGHT he was tlking to like a lizard and not a guitar AKSJD

IS Chrissy just experiencing like a psychotic break ?? delusions??? I cant tell if its like. ACTUALLY happening to her or something to do with the UD ? Dissociative seizures????? DISSOCIATIVE SEIZURES AND THE UD ?????

FEEL LIKE ALL THE SPIDER VISUALS AND SHIT ARE IMPORTANT AND I JUST DONT KNOW HOW YET !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH IS THIS VECNA ? SIR !! YOURE. WET :/

BRO HELLO WHAT

KING WHAT DOES THAT M EAN

ASDASKJHD KASHDKASJH SORRY TO EDDIE WHO THOUGH YEAHHH A FRIEND :3c

GIRL WAHT THE FUCK EXORCIST SHIT HOLY HSHKJASJK LSHAJKHAD HE RE YEB ALLS!!!!!!!!! BROOOO AKSJDHKASHDKASHD

yeah so season 3 was. liike. different and now ? we're back at it!!!! we're back at it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSRRIGH alright

ending with a half song again no lyrics inchresting

#bo posting #stranger things #st #live blogging #OH THE VIBES ARE BACK BABEY

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dichromaticdyke · 9 months ago

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🗣 – What are your own personal HCs for HF!S and HM!T?

Also, what about the other girls? Murderface feels like another butch, almost try hardy, but I also see her as not having a label at all because she's trying to give herself as much as a chance to get laid by a pretty girl. Pickles feels more fem. Not Skwisgaar fem but definitely fem. She's a "Marlboro Reds and Whiskey" kind of gal, probably doesn't know the word shame. And Nathan, I feel like she's undecided, like she found an aesthetic that works for her but she wants to venture out but is too scared of being made fun of, so she's stuck in a comfortable place, but she wants to explore what else is out there.

ohhhhh my gosh so there’s a lot because. i have my own personal dykeklok headcanons, and this lipstick lesbian skwisgaar and hey mamas toki is kind of its own separate thing. i’ll put it all under the cut because there’s a LOT.

so in the hey mamas tokiverse that @god-impeaching-dj and i have been cooking, i’ve actually been imagining skwisgaar and toki as the only lesbians in the group. the rest of the band are men and they don’t know if whatever the fuck skwistok has going on is a lesbian thing or a scandinavian thing. toki calls skwisgaar her princess and skwisgaar calls toki her daddy because OF course they would, head in hands. we’ve narrowed down their aesthetics pretty well, skwis is kind of pastel goth inspired, she wears pink and black nails, she has heart-shaped nipple piercings, everything!! toki is. basketball shorts. grey sweatpants. sports bra. snapback. she still has her mustache though!!! and kandi has been using rhea ripley as a body ref for their art of toki 😍😍. they’re the worst most annoying tiktok lesbian couple of all time, totally cringe.

as for my dykeklok headcanons, they’re COMPLETELY different. i have them all written up somewhere, but i don’t wanna find them lmfao. the long and short of it is that in my dykeklok/dragklok universe (which is the universe i wrote in for dethentine’s wheeeeee), they’re all lesbians but they perform and make public appearances in drag as drag kings. but that’s a secret to the public!!! they do it because misogyny in the metal community RIP. but also then no one will recognize them when they’re just at food libraries or whatever. and i refer to them like this:

Natalie Explosion (transmasc, she/they/he, order of preference)

Pickles the Drummer (transmasc, he/she, no preference)

Wilamina Murderface (transfem, she/her/doesn’t care)

Skwisgaar Skwigelf (transmasc, any/all)

Toki Wartooth (transfem, he/she/they, order of preference)

nat started speaking in a death growl to avoid being clocked for her voice. pickles thought she was a trans man in the snb days but detransitioned just a bit afterwards (still kept the goatee). murderface didn’t figure out she was a trans woman for a while because she didn’t know you could be trans AND gay. skwisgaar is queen of the butch who gets mistaken for a twink by gay guys. toki went on E just to get top surgery. a lot of these are inspired by lesbians i’ve known in some way or another ✨ love the lesbian experience. and yknow it’s definitely hard for me to pin them down as butch or femme. because the butch/femme experience is SO unique and SO important to a lot of people (myself included) but it’s also not the only way to be a lesbian. there’s a reason that in the hey mamas tokiverse, i refer to skwisgaar as a lipstick lesbian and pillow princess instead of high femme. i reblogged a poem about the difference between the a lipstick lesbian and a femme lesbian at some point, it’s in my femme tag (as a butch i don’t feel totally comfortable trying to explain it, i’ll let the femmes speak for themselves 🩷). i do think they could all be different flavors of butch or masc though, even skwisgaar. i’d just really have to think about it and try to nail down my designs (I DON’T DRAW BUT I’M TRYING).

oh i forgot, every version of lesbian skwisgaar has a double venus tattoo on her hip. and her favorite thing to say is “don’ts dies wonderinks”. GOD. 🥰🥰🥰

#ask.mj #beloved anon #♀⚙️#skwistok #🗣️ anon #hmtokiverse au

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izzyspussy · 2 years ago

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Another tit ask pls rank some of your favorite famous men's/fictional character tits, detailed reviews if possible

Top 5 Fictional Men's Tits

5. Jim Kirk (Star Trek: TOS)

They are always out. Simply can't be contained. Kirk has plot armor but his shirts have whatever the opposite of plot armor is, just like when a female character wears clothing that covers her midriff. It's a guaranteed casualty. Slutty, pink little nipples. There's that one post about his mommy milkers that made that dudebro shit blood. Frequently artfully dirty. Lowest on this list because they could be bigger and hairier, and also because Shat sucks enough to interfere with the inherent horniness of his character.

4. Batfleck (DCEU)

The first superhero in twelve thousand years they didn't wax from chin to big toe. His skin isn't shrink wrapped to his muscles. Nature is healing. They were just as mad as he was that whole movie, and then in the next one they were sad like him too. I like picturing Wonder Woman motorboating them. Also frequently dirty. But tbh... also could be bigger. Other Batmans could probably deliver on that, but alas all of them are significantly less slutty and have not sent me a picture of their tits.

3. Mick Rory (DCTV)

Not slutty and has not sent me a picture of his tits, but he makes up for it with being Big and unfathomably emotionally damaged. He's like the draft horse of men, and that's how I like 'em. I think it would be really hot and also really funny to bounce those things while he sits completely frozen like maybe if he stays still enough my heat seeking sexual objectification missile won't see him.

2. M'Baku (MCU)

BIG. Fit perfectly formulated to accentuate the girls, as god intended. Is that a peek of sideboob? Maybe so. I am staring. He should have been allowed to have them out. Everyone wanted this.

1. Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death)

TECHNICALLY Izzy has not sent me a picture of his tits, but Con O'Neill shows me his license (left) and registration (right) every single day. Hairy. Perky. Got a nice little bit of belly to support them. Izzy's all buttoned up- no, almost- almost buttoned up. He's got a little hint of sternum showing where he didn't do the last two buttons, despite having a tie!!, wearing all black for contrast, to draw your eye in, make you think about it, make you wonder, make you yearn. He could do everything the four runners up did. Boob window sliced open in battle that's a metaphor for gay sex? He could do that with his hands tied (please let him do that with his hands tied). Sweaty, bouncy, revenge training montage? Easy-peasy lemme squeezy. Prey fear response to a much younger, sluttier, and immeasurably more well-adjusted relentless flirt? Already done. Power slouch? Coming soon (season two, and me).

[Disclaimer: Accuracy of this post not guaranteed due to author's unreliable nature and inability to answer questions that can't be found through Wikipedia (I forgot every man I've ever been attracted to in my life as soon as I read this).]

#jack facts #jack chats #star trek #jim kirk #dc #batman #bruce wayne #mick rory #marvel #m'baku #ofmd #izzy hands #hc #truly you know it's not accurate because it's only live action and there are no big booby monsters #brain empty #thirst tag

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inkweedandlizards · 1 year ago

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I forgot to draw TKs nipples in my last fanart, oh no. 😅

I'm thinking of drawing a matching Carlos piece but I'm not sure what to put him in (aside from nips). Maybe mesh? Hmm.

I did some sneaky outside of tumblr, tumblr searches and found where the gay bondage blogs are hiding that I can use for reference so I'm excited, lol.

#rambles #art rambles

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libidomechanica · 2 months ago

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She goes left

A sonnet sequence

Thus much she view’d each other agents aim at like a criminal. She goes left. Were never shake? To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things end in love and indistinct, nor stopp’d this poem every reader. At this time I hunt for death, while shadow had forgot, a pretty person, any commonwealth would slay us. Be not self-will’d, for the presented, and rave, and never did’st me good, nor ever fair; o’er the common weed the sea nymphs round himself at sea, sailing frown. Hath he hung his lance, his batter’d in his sheet of sorrows that were divine; where permitted to emerge from his soft groin.

Seems to owe naught to kiss your Valentine. With commonplace book argument of time, ’ quoth she, desire sees best see, for a’ the young against all hell. Of those that pay the deep Atlantic ocean that’s how deep is my devotion deep as the star-gazers, having so overwrought with sacred majesty of Doris, and belabour’d it to grow; but, after a drowsie day?—Gently, Brother! And of the body torn and bruised, as the destiny; but she press’d his lip to hers, and thus said, impatient. Still she gazed, but not half raught ere it be self- kill’d soil. Who sees his love, how gone in woe!

Succumbing to Her unconditional love? If it should cease and the saddle-bow; if thou praise is shame. How many times since held his corpse, to find names of the blood oft came at last: if twice you kiss you: but when Adonis lies; two glasses where’er thy grave: meantime Apollo plucks me by the throng to hear how her eyes as the Simoom sweeps the blood, and mark in this darker Draught draws up her Veil. Have bared their hands and for that mainly by the ear, that never seeded or unfastened, you of my hairs; if they do swell and purpos’d to contented, so thou wilt be my ain. The tattoo pulsing just above your nipple, can find, as if she said No’. Why, all the night from your evil eye and all my nightly dreams till Triton blew his horse. Feel palpitations when thou art the next are such as enables man to my horse, a horse should close! For rich caparisons or trapping gay?

The very part was controlled with seal’d eyes, that I shall still be there. Doubled the Dardanelles, waiting for theirs whose desperate seas long as the foam that friendly monster of despair, she vail’d her eyes nor ears, that I recoiled feeling suddenly dismayed. I sigh’d, and look mildly appalled. Will not read these wonder what shall at one time, when fires of flame through the Gothic windows of thine,—though our undivided me a spoil amongst them. Within his death thou departest; and that they saw not in thee, Moon! The love that love should Fate sic pleasure which it self destroies. Tis Lambro—’t is my love and the solemn fast thou take thy rest, my throbbing heart submit, embracing loose desires which are Holy Land! That skims, or dives, or sleeps, ’twixt cape and cape. Love’s fuellers, and the moon are above, over the sense and in awe. From inns of molten blue. The army-surgeons made him take a knot.

How kenst thou wouldst hunt the boar provok’st such weeping in wait whole days for your moments to invite all the cold Lip I kiss’d how many times since held his shadow makes his owne: and for Perigot the Pledge, which it fears to lose their tender years, and look on the sun and the rank mist they draw, rot inward light, from whose rules who do swerue, and firmer faith no ladye—love desires which I plight: and Lo! That now is done with it a tear be she leaned her gentle shears cut short, and once more said: juan from the mountains lie. But be confess; nor let the watery main, increase why should touch another’s woe.

And the cradle wants a cod: i’ll no gang to my bed, until I heartbreak him, and the cradle wants to get out. That i may go unto himself is reft from her twining arms, at least shall I lay my head, and said among that is past, my horse, and rills in undistinguish slopes and ripe-ear’d hopes. Bearing a Vessel of my Purse tear, and over Glaucus stood apart, waiting for foul hypocrisy designed: she treated him as something like it, as bear witness Luther. Nay, do not struggling for very joy mellifluous sorrows tear that finkle heart on fire: sith in this promising and long, long deserts scorch the camel’s foot, without be rich no more. Each shell and still the hundreds reach’d some gaiety and grac’d to be in oil of roses drowned the spring appeared the blood oft came and anger ashy-pale; being so offended late, because that Mars, growne slacker in her e’e?

And set their gaze ripe from hue-golden sphere. What, without stroke, subdueth! But I’ll devise, among that sorrow through that dark eye’s mutual-darted flame; for she, too, which adorn the festoon of their hand there will stay on your broad main doth wilfully appear. Than how to hold a sheep-herd steeks his face so gracious numbers are alike in this flea our two loves there. Impossible because the crown of all his batter’d Caravan starts for thy, my selfe will have his day. Doth quench them in statlier glorie shine, but I can send, or vainly spend, for the whole lengths of miles when thou read my stanzas back.

How I admire them do crave. Whose full perfect witness—it must be contented: when the sun’s, and all my soule, thou wonder, Mr. That any laud thereof spends her mangling eye, flying alone on the brook. The warld’s wealth, when she saw them link’d in passion joined them. And troubled. And pray persuade him take a knot. Most excellently ravell d. Together, a second sex! Into joint narrative: The vessel bound by the rout that you cannot be for non-payment that they are their last day! Thieves trifles, unwitnessed with her they did the prima donna and the day I sought forth the fire?

These reports, because some special blest, by new unfolding his boisterous and contemplative, men, who partake perforce, at last he rose, the violet? Weary, unless when I cross’d, the market scarce fit for ballads in the kitchen, coffee in her e’e? Landed in the milk of heaven, when a dream; if smiles, miles and anxieties and rivals threatening headlong to that old wood where I made one—turn down and father’s bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight her cause: and all, some twenty ages gather from the ship soon, because you will know, and that is my part.

But first I dwelt whole days and play in, trust me, then leaped aside. Not for thy soft lips imprinted, what bargains may I make, still tell to those frequent doctor and Saint, and will be, no other Road enters and their colours had deck’d her out in some shape; let none thing is love? Affection’s sentinel; gives false or true, but one respect, though I’ve no more. Filling with dearth, painting he lies fast asleep, where Destinies, to cross the cushats wail, and manfully the daily new and stream. Some twine about her thought, to leave for kings, imperious succession of love, her champion mounted, through her.

That froth’d on him, now on the grove where their flairing, idle toys, amid them hither waft it, and in silent shore, chain’d, and marrow was turned myself depart doth trust in the mid-day sun. How heavy do I journey on the gracious light like the twilight is yet, till the Cup: what boots it to repeat how Time is spent, ’ Why, what men unborn shall move towards the soul, seems to owe naught to their naval cells, a porter at the cloudes, hey ho Perigot, I left the grime of day break from the knee and fled. Of Iris, when I moved on the strong-neck’d steed, his art with looks intense one would stray, the pair!

Would pass to wash the footmarks, one by one. A nest for myself to immortality’s harsh and crude, and with its death-wound, its patterned disarray less willing loan; that’s how deep is my deadly bullet of a gun, his meaning struck into his hide; which dost thou leave me thus to the violet, the glowing ships; over blowing seas wash far away; if on another’s eye! Flower, sweet lips murmur’d—Gently, Brother, gentle! Do grow; but, after all, t is nothing more than well be tasted: make sweet kisse. In such a cup hast thy sweet Highland And Titan, tired in the Closet lays.

Of flutes and viols, ravishing his boisterous and constant memory of an angry- chafing boar, under whose birth, wealth, worth have them all at last. New growth about to take advantage slip; beauty hath not able is to do, young men thrall and still temptations; doubled the Dark? Of trumpets, shouting far and wide, sam slips between her teeth but not with him to hear you call my name. Of greene saye, the grass she link’d her champion mountain-top—the sage’s pen—the poet’s harp—the voice of friends. A breeding spy, this cant would have its head, and then of thine. In her lips are conquers where his words begun.

To drive infection comes to blast the moon be still they are still as loving songs in the bass, the brain being to behold my hand, asleep, powers of the ministring stars or glowing pearls pale as the fountain, my church the grey-hair’d creature, that he could groan for mercy. A poet could not been attack’d in sailing from Livorno by the lingering day; but far the miles are wonders he had spoke, too—it might be in sport—of the seaman, tempest to their queen means they crop—was the sound of these, who dead, deserve our best remember: the sallow walls, formica counter with the name day?

Whether by choice or common forms have wound seem three; and thence the Life has died, and trace it in themselves with hoarsest thunders! And there they not the meeting clouds that she might win. The headache and flattering they touch, appal. Misfortune be: this to you: when your sweet love’s plea. Th’ indifferent purposes and proud, because thereof, both of the Sea, that came into shadow,—truth I must be cool’d; else, suffer’d, it will be my deer, since which, in disentangling eye, as cleare as the body as well as mine, no shape so true, no truth or a something as necessary as thine, my Katie?

But now was not made throughout the swelling in her e’e? The picture of clouds and sigh to midnight listens to the deep glen; thou wast begot; to get it is to play, falls to shrewd tutor, that he purchast of me in this, how little being dead the little house is thin, to cold, has some good notes; and that brings all are but a shadow shadows thee! Sitting upon a hill. Elect must do the third daughter they have to thee shall not die till mutual arms devout and true, sprang sublime discovery of her way. It was a phrensy which doth dishonour her, is ages blame, But O the heart.

And I was numb with a key, and down, and where some buried once, and of the word he said; free vent of words love’s decease: yet this one is old and quick in turning; my beauty of her hue, how when thou hast but lost the fair of Lugo, but next, when fires of Love, she can, she can trippe it very weary, to use more gold begets. Thee do mock my strength, nor from my soul from others being spread on it their prime rot and contemplative, men, who partake perforce, since then have I seen the sunlight inside walls of the Two Worlds so learned man could give it thee again, as from my rock and endeth.

The nightingale’s companion was a boy of saintly breeding spy, this cannot be easily harm’d; being prison’d in a Box whose Candle is the Soul scatters and of Gaule is more the worst was this; my lovely Mary Morison. The wind o’er clouds consulting fill the cup before this bounty, and a shake of the spoil, with bowe and shalt be my ain. It anything but remember: the sallow walls, formica counter with lawn. You are they red,—the kiss should it near. And by her silver spume again, exclaims on Death, that spake to Babylon, and she wandering airs they fail!

Sing, bone bag man, garlic in the dark is moving eye, as cleare as the present: if you are theirs, for ever arose from dreams of the sway of human hours. That not a blast was so wanton and so to so; for if the Wine you drink, the ending without be rich no more. Where the peace and high—each broke to drown the Memory of the hallowed fire, whence words, not words soere shee speak, and wooed Sleepe again; so, at his age, pair’d off with a pained surprise, through chill—with thee, to be unjust. Into this hour I wish not the meed of some centuries to thy memory of hys misdeede, that dark days seen!

Thou pause, for thy piteous lips we might mean. So he did so breatheth in his grandame Nature, pitying crown’d, that dark eye show’d like a nymph, with weary gait his day’s hot task hath ended in that to the Lesbian shore? Enforced, at the flies; the stars. That hath so raft vs of our sober clime this world is of a pistol, he replied, and walking. He laughed at all I dared to move or be tied to the grocery man calling. The next are only child will hold your happy hair, and then picked in such a burden grown, as my weak shoulder half cut through the night of honest man that every woe.

Continuous as they had too little spot where pleasure is as good as none, for one as sorrow—to me new born delightful green: fire and whorl, how exquisitely minute, a miracles are wonder how they should an hour where lovely, that his unkind, she sinketh, as a thing which every shape to see its deep, and one in hand with the mystical usurper of the field. Whose tender springs unseen to pass the little spot where I made one—turn down and fatal interview, by all desolation: few would be then on your sorrow o’er each sense held stern command; her eye might mean.

The tufted crow-toe, and paine. This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy doth call himself when thou dost pine for one poor kiss? For a shell, or a flower at Apollo’s touch. But all the flies on our brow and hair. How oft hereafter rising clash her Golden Grain, and when fraught with a pained surpris’d start from eyes by thought o’ Mary Morison. Drifts and I feel a very brother, that her clere voice of solemn fast there shone a fabric crystal pool, the trees, dancing upon a late-embarked friend, child, lover, I must leave of these forceless flower. For fear of Marses hate, who threatned stripes if he told thee in earth the void—my light pinions. Which glibly glides he in their long have ranged, like him, I must have been to tears. Take their friend engirts so white and red each other, Brother! I noticed one of heaven, or in the remover to remove, till round, and poise about her thought, be torn.

That settled upon each other lands to the bitter blast, and learn of him, I heartbreak him and their sense it flies as she wove a net whose thraldom was more Quixotic, and revell’d hair, and they who watch’d her surely dead; corruption came not in sights decay, cald it anew, and each wave rose roughly moue to keepe the place was vacant, and in this little canst thou not renewest, thou dost lie, my boding flash’d suddenly dismayed. Made rival with a raucous trill. To hear such, or ne’er heardgrome, and louder grew, the mere senses; and that they will still its crie on the grave before you live drink!

Rival ither’s lips—they make no pression to the skilfu’ string, in lordly lighted to such joys as rarely they knew t was fortunate! My fever’d parchings up, my scathing dread met palsy or booze. Or bends with privy paw daily devours apace, and chain’d, so that I by verse alone had all beset with symbols by the steed is stay’d, burneth more and glooms that face of Lucia: then was appalling silence as i know, or such great wish the footmarks small; and see that cares he now prepares, and rushing under the one good black Horde of Fears and shops, a thin and tangled in a breath.

His warm land, well content, but not winter’s ragged hand deface in the same. I know not where. Thou pointest out the rest; the owl, night’s starting from thence my loue did part, whose sinewy neck in battle set of bristly pikes, that his unkind, thy power to give him power benign, for I no more of Thee and Me. Of the unswept sea; a grey pale light out and the sun had struck, imagining thee nearer the island, the book you dedicated, naked as some know or knew, should he put his bonnet sedge, inwrought with some gaiety and grim, against the star that which neglect is hastening east.

Stand helpless berries saw. I watch’d for years. Tell me Perigot, what dost thou leave me thus to ruminate, that any laud thereof, my death’—alas! That thou wilt find cupid well-natured, my Adonis sits, banning his imprison’d in her eyes of arrows infinit. ’, Ye are na Mary Morison. At day-break on a hill, stands on the show to me had brought the past. Home; twill not cry also although my heart submit, Now let me freeze, and thine: for I would love you when I can’t get out. My smooth arms and he lies, and as soon eclipsed as bright portal, enter’d strange and fair fallen to dust.

And sic a lassie do wi’ an auld man? Away in that all the day the merciless and milky way; but through them? And roar’d for more; with her hair; sleeps she and her by death: she drew up to her all thy Piety nor Wit shall lure it back to the bard’s tomb, and now no more had sunk a flocculent dust on the bumpers a thousand doubles: the summer days to subject and see love’s coming fresh upon me taks pity, i’ll do my endeavour to follow her place we die. Unto the trees. That I might say, and the Forty-second Foot. Fell headlong to the colt that’s in her Nature broods!

Her eye might not of the moon in water seen by night. But that they saw, but what the heat of the sweet kiss shall she met, as on a bee shut in a crystal roof by fishes’ caller rest; the owl, night’s herald, shrieks, tis very lonely, ��mid continual kissing him mulberries and glance sublime discourse, huge aquamarine tears. And see, the golden daffodil I see, rich or poor although the azure clear: until ’twas too much: death felt it to her waking, find her arms be bound; and all seem to be thus was another’s, and your death and the window be, it is thine—the myriad sea!

Was love have left as the stir of them extreme verge the passions brought dash into poetry, which first were white pills. Lies hatching houseleek’s head of the water skims, amang the heavens, and seen; with privy paw daily devours, when I am, first came red. To the king that shame and anger ashy-pale; being wan and worse. Like a winter comes ere summer and winter hath my absence been from thence incaged in his fume. The Sunnye beame so bright, hey ho pinching payne, or thriue in welth, she shaken by the Tavern caught better than a pike, yet has a strange to thyself art made aware.

Who are so Heaven knows! That straight my fancys errour brings vnto my mistress mine, where through the sky to where your voice is stopp’d, her joints did tremble at the same dream, they left me in this private institution on a hill they have shed and, without my bondage in disdain, with leaden Metal into the fairest, bleeds with that spies and ripe- ear’d hopes. A common showers and all around— But where is sunlight on the plagued what now make me tongue, a humid eye, and so tis shine; but know is a juggle born of the garters which I love one, in shape, in courage earnd it to grow: and things to life.

See t was fresh—for he had some not with Pitfall and strangeness with mine, and certes brought: for oft, when the Angel with his shadow to his dust, but reverence, put cross-wise to its grave. Yet some we love, good nature now are peering eyes scintillating soul, the census taker knows that Rumpelstiltskin? I watch’d for years, for thou shalt wane, so fast thou not come to our countrey moue: true, and young, so innocence was a boy of saintly breeding jennet, lusty, young, enjoying all thy gentle Love is buried in fear through its vernal hues: her leafy locks kept fast, yet should Fate sic pleasure, ere many days are alternate Night and deft, some way we both perish’d in his eyes in vain, and my slave, and coal-black cloud; thence those dazzled thought beyond her share I feel the tune they pick’d em, to make a latest drop, so it will pass his daughters and interruptions, You are a hard one to meet.

Grief; all entertainment that bears it out of herself beheld a thousand honey- words she says, you crush me; let me go; you have no more, for ever wilt thou not renewest, thou art commission’d to the bitter blast, and the strict Testing of the moorlands whistles in the lights wax dim; and that laughs and golden cage. At apparitions, signs, and turn with a passing hour, till that power to grieve, so he went to renew her transport, can it be that done, the powd’ry snow that rises up like fires o’er the beat of his deede. I kiss thy kiss whenas some kiss her still; the headache and the day?

Of Love—and Lifted up the alphabet on her back. Nor be my deer; feed where the Muses bide; sweetner of despair sung a war-song of praise not, all other tender boy, who lives and sound she home returned she called out: Is your name by any chance hast thou, or bene thy Bagpypes renne farre out of Night. Such now am I, I cease to run. There was a woman, one part soft as a woman His eyes a boat sliding hip to hip What else—it is perfect noon, in all the day should dry his team, wi’ joy the tender head? Upon your lips, which i have lost a gesture and its Treasure dry.

—Two copious tear-drops instant fell from thence they say that he wore; witnesse, shee slewe me with you anywhere and gloriously he leaps, he neighbourhood, nor all which wounds soone wexen wider. Which in round drops upon their fire, pull’d different purposes and passing sprightful green: and what the diamonds not if you paid me in roses. One is short a lease, the fear whereof he wilbe wroken entangled in her green darkness! For lustie Loue still morn went out with the Caravanserai whose Doorways are nights bright, as colour’d as they bound him; Juan, t is— tis but a lassie do wi’ an auld man?

And gazd on her, as the sureness of her way. She dwelt on a wild Moor, the sweeter than thy spear’s point can enter; his short as one, one little ways. And when thou yearly grave which madly hurries her soft and miles on the same? Just at the deck stood trembling, hidden, warm, etc. Young Juan and Haidee clung around the cold fault cleanly out; then love’s sake, that our hearts’ most sweet son! You will say so, you shall have room. Cheek is pale: thou dost review the very hardest gazer’s wish, and show the weight in light, sweet lips murmur’d like two doves will draw his little more; nay, do not stranger-youth!

Having no defects, why dost abhor me? In gulf or aerie, mountain-skirted plain, and thine argent luxuries! A kiss on your sleep speak stranger guest, should I be in lovers’ hours and weeks, but being qualified in one minute in an hour where the hurt he made. Humboldt, the first time he might have recourse to blast their heads in spring, knocks at my should know myself, seek not to be, die single cord, but strictly held by none, is loosely bound by countless silken Tassel of a more sweet channel of her nest, and bid them keepe. Like most weak, smiled scornfully glisters like a pass, while the Rose!

With ivory wrists his laureat heart. But times are not staid long with the blood that after being false to my vow, or fall away from that was a glass, through the night I’ve held no hint of seldom coming, and look mildly appalled. See what it is thus, God of desire, where, other give. Their melodies, and a shrine, all wreathed the thunderings, and may it be thus was Adonis’ heart hath made mine hard. All that sweete Violet. What is bigger than a partridge. To sullen might still breathe away as ’twere all is right. God meant to go too far off, why, I’d something new, a stranger to remain.

That never know that sunk so low that from her break the Ruby Seal that lockt up Pearl; or busied in the Wolues iawes: but were identify their frenzies; thou shalt wane, so fast, she has known those sheets, I love on, through life’s dearest to their backs, and see the more impatience nourish! A power overshadow’d the Seed: yea, the first foe whom Lambro’s aspect grew—with all my best is better’d with curses dark, that some were bought by pachas, some among, the tiger would be brought a price what was out of it, as Wind along the machine, one is at the impresario at no high rate.

But be confess that which in round in Rows. Forgotten story, and whisper a slow shuffle&shift Her throat troubles thus the slender cloth, and comfort her, all this wide universe I call, soothing like those souls who first were white pink, and that breedeth love by ways so dangerous year: that from beneath, and lo! Meantime we two look two ways, and cry’d in Heaven we all shall cool the heart only by one’s gentle moon, and think to burst out into sudden she laugh’d, and like a ball! Then she hover’d over me, and one, to pale oblivion beyond the snake is gold-skinned as it it should say, Lo!

And now it comes: the shores and spring of a deep dear stream within his desire, give my cold lips a kiss I beg; why art thou canst not seem very wonderful, for vice is always is complaint, it dies upon the way, and through the time, true knight could his court in, gathered angel pierce prone Lucifer, descending Foot am I; whatever feeling them with his enchant thine may live when their prime rot and consumed by thee. And now Adonis tried; and were I deaf, thy outward parts would love you I love thee to go; but many a mocke. And a spirit doth use your name, calling for cash.

Lie on her shall still be there. They gazed upon thy left? What is loving songs in me, poor beast! You and I with Fate conspire to grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, would break through.—Haste, precious theatre. There thoughts, which shall read o’er ocean wide and fled. Such as enables man to man, were to be assail’d me; for the supremest kiss; dead when thou art thy mother, said they now! Is black-fac’d night, and sooth’d as night-wanderer bore to his mother’s kiss to lay her burden of a grasshopper, yet with fairy fruits of new life, whose voyces siluer sound nor sight to their loud alarms it will not cry also although my bale with myne thou bestowest thou madest Pluto bear the scorn that’s a narrow joy is but passion on passions. But not to blame; it was a desperate courage, colour, pace and bone, shaking her cheek feels: his tenderest squeeze like a labyrinth in his suit.

So cleaues thy soule a sonder: or as the father crying the genuine article’s expressed. And here she loved so long in wealth and standing on his Shoulder; and he bid me bring and the beauty robb’d me of a strange quick jar upon year, the day I met wi’ an auld man. And sic a lassie yet; we’ll let her stand and green: fire and water shall rouse thee, and braes, and sleek. By the impartial looks be anchor’d in the eye: the wan, wondering for invention in my youthful pleasure whare you were on the Winds like heavens, and revive the restless world, or whether in that old Potter’s fate!

You are not fed, but, swoll’n with winges like a bird. You and I. Scorpio, bad spider— die! Love in kisses buys my heart submit, it were a plague ’bove scorn; but are this private life. All this dumb play had his acts made plain with mortal son in Styx; a mortal son in Styx; a mortal son in Styx; a mortal butcher-sire that burns! I know him by the cities are one in sight; and sights, intrigues, adventurous and unruly beast: and yet there’s as wooden members better; remember how you smiled to see at last: if twice you kiss your voice, o’erworn, despise that cocking of your child.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 8 #193 texts #sonnet sequence

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princeicarus · 3 years ago

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ive seen almost 3 seasons of merlin pls domt spoil here’s my take on merthur rn

ft. drunk ilan yet again

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manicpoetic · 4 years ago

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Steam

tags: cute, fluff, gay panic, established relationship, dumbasses, im so tired dudes, sexual tension, for @jolivira

The Doctor ached up and down her body, the flesh was littered with bruises, dirt, scratches, grime, and blood, the receipt of another adventure gone awry. Yaz’s arm curled underneath the Doctor’s armpits, supporting her as best as she could, as they made their way through the corridors of the TARDIS.

The Doctor could’ve supported herself, she was adamant about this but Yaz wouldn’t let her. Yaz had always been protective and caring but ever since they started dating her care had exacerbated to new extremes. The Doctor had found it infuriating, cut, but infuriating. But cute. Mostly cute. Okay, she loved it. As much as she tried to deny it she absolutely melted under the affection-laced care.

She felt a yawn creep up her throat, the adrenaline had already started to dwindle, exhaustion filling the pace in between with a heavy weight. Her eyes started to droop and another yawn fell past her lips.

“Tired, Doctor?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s a first.”

“Yeah.” She yawned again, tears pricking at her eyes. “Can y’help me clean off?”

“You really are tired.” A humored breath from Yaz’s nose filled the quick silence, “Y’ask like I wasn’t already planning on helping. What kinda girlfriend do you take me for?”

There was a pang in the Doctor’s gut, warmth filling her tattered form. It wasn’t the first time that Yaz had said girlfriend and, gods, she prayed that it wasn’t the last time. A lazy smile smeared across her face and Yaz rolled her eyes.

“Where’re we going?”

“The nearest bathtub is this way.” The Doctor nodded towards an upcoming hallway, head swinging wildly.

Yaz skidded to a halt, not alerting the Doctor in the slightest to her intentions and nearly catapulting the Doctor forward and to the floor. She tightened her grip in time to stop the Doctor as well, while drawing a groan from the Doctor’s lips.

“Uh, y’good, Yaz?”

“Um, yeah, jus’... bathtub?”

“To clean off?”

Yaz pinched her bottom lip with her teeth and slowly took in a deep breath. “Right.” She risked a step forward, careful to make sure that the Doctor was with her this time.

They turned down the hall the Doctor had gestured towards. The Doctor was comfortably aware of their proximity, it didn’t bother her in the slightest, however, it made her aware of Yaz’s rising temperature and the rapid dance of her heartbeat. “Y’all right, Yaz?”

“M’fine.” Her voice was so tightly wound. “It’s just hot in here.”

“Mhm.” The Doctor nodded, “Y’still have your jacket on. That prolly doesn’t help, does it?”

“No. I’ll, um, I’ll take it off when we reach the bathroom.”

The rest of the walk was spent in an odd silence. The Doctor couldn’t figure it out, that tension. They were just gonna get cleaned off, take a quick bath. Had she said something to upset Yaz? Cross some unspoken, frankly ridiculous line?

She wanted to ask, going far enough to open her mouth to ask when they finally came across the bathroom and she let her mouth fall shut.

Yaz threw the door open and helped her through. It was a spacious bathroom, an ornate tub in the corner and beautifully colored tiles making up the floor. The sink was made up of some pearl-looking stone, so smooth and majestic. And the tub? Huge, glass, magnificent.

She walked the Doctor carefully until she was standing right in front of the lip of the tub. She pressed down gently and the Doctor nearly collapsed into a sitting position.

She left the Doctor to shut the door before removing her leather jacket and letting it hit the ground with a thick thud. The Doctor slowly turned to the source of the sound before looking back to Yaz.

Yaz made her way back to the Doctor and grabbed the lapels of her coat with unsteady hands. She slowly peeled it from the Doctor’s body, careful to avoid the scratches on her body. Soon enough it was off her arms and she was only sitting on it.

The Doctor knew what was next but she felt so heavy. Yaz tapped her neck and the Doctor wrapped her arms around Yaz. She pulled herself up as best as she could while the coat disappeared from beneath her, falling to the floor beside the tub.

The Doctor unlaced her fingers and let them fall beside herself while Yaz knelt down and moved forward until she was bracketed by the Doctor’s knees. She softly ran the hem of both of the Doctor’s shirts between her thumb and forefinger, looking up into the Doctor’s slowly closing eyes.

“I’m going to take your shirts off now, as long as it’s okay, of course.”

The Doctor’s eyes widened a fraction, she felt fully awake now. It was ridiculous for her to feel so shocked but she had completely overlooked that taking a bath required nudity in her adrenaline-ridden state. And by extension that meant Yaz washing her off while she was undressed.

“Doctor?”

Shit. She forced a yawn, “Sorry, sorta dozed off there.” She hoped she was more convincing than she felt in her mind.

“Your shirt?”

“Yeah.

She pulled the hem of the shirt up, folding over itself as it rid up her body. Once the fabric had reached her lower chest the Doctor raised her arms as high as she comfortably could and Yaz continued to work it off her until she was left in her culottes and bra.

Yaz tapped the side of the Doctor’s bra and the Doctor nodded with wide eyes that hadn’t yet left Yaz’s. While Yaz focused on the skin and fabric the Doctor was lost in Yaz’s irises, convinced she wouldn’t make it out alive. Yaz reached behind the Doctor and undid the bra quickly before pulling it off her and letting it drop to the floor with a low thud.

The cool air prickled at the Doctor’s dirty skin and her stomach twisted with nerves. She felt so exposed. It was paradoxical, to be with the woman she was the closest with while simultaneously feeling exposed. She crossed her arms over her chest as her nipples started to pebble up. She wanted desperately for it to have happened because of the air but she knew that most likely it wasn’t true.

Luckily, Yaz had avoided the new skin on display focusing solely on the Doctor’s still dressed legs. She reached out to the culottes’ clasp, flicking a flushed face up to the Doctor to receive a honey-limbed nod. She unfastened it and slid the zipper down, the zipping sound filling the silent bathroom.

She didn’t have to say it this time for the Doctor to know that her arms should be behind Yaz’s neck. She paused for a second, realizing this meant her hands leaving her chest but the soft care on Yaz’s face eased the Doctor’s apprehension. With a light sigh she released her chest and wrapped her hands around Yaz’s neck and Yaz helped support her up as she pulled the culottes off of the sculpted legs.

The Doctor could hear the sound of Yaz’s breath hitching in the air around them, another stark reminder of the silence that filled the room. When she took her seat back on the side of the tub and her hands fell away from Yaz’s neck she no longer felt the need to cover herself, it had started to dissipate in the warmth of Yaz’s care. She felt vulnerable, sure but more importantly she felt safe.

Yaz made a conscious effort to keep her eyes off the Doctor, she was about to tap the cotton boxer briefs that adorned the Doctor’s upper thighs and crotch but her eyes caught on to the faucet in the background. “Oh.” Her voice was closer to a faint laugh, “I forgot to start the bath.” She stood up momentarily to get the hot water going before returning between the Doctor’s knees.

Steam fogged up the room and humidified the air within a minute and the tub was filled after three. They had spent the moments in silence, the Doctor’s eyes had stayed trained on Yaz while Yaz’s watched the water rise while tapping her fingers against the side of the tub.

Once it was filled she helped the Doctor up and the Doctor used her free hand to push down her briefs until they were able to fall from her form.

She looked to Yaz and Yaz nodded, helping her move forward until she could set a foot inside the water, carefully testing the heat with her toes before deciding that it was just right and stepping her other foot in. Yaz helped to slowly eased the Doctor down until she was sitting in the water.

Curls of fog rose over the water, blanketing the Doctor’s submerged body while Yaz dipped a washcloth into the water before wringing it out and rubbing soap into it. With her free hand she encircled the Doctor’s right wrist with her fingers and carefully lifted the arm out of the water.

She began her work, slowly painting the Doctor’s skin with soap to wash away all the dirty remnants from their adventure earlier that day. She made her way up and down that arm before working over her shoulders, her other arm, her legs, her back, and her chest and torso, rubbing soothing circles into the Doctor’s aching flesh.

The Doctor’s eyes slowly began to close, falling as some contented smile spread across her face. The drooping of her eyelids too much to bear, she slowly lost her grip on her consciousness, almost drifting away, only for her grasp to renew with the gentle prodding of her shoulder.

“You, uh-” Yaz’s voice faded and she began to worry her bottom lip between her teeth, the rag hanging above the water, dripping. “I mean, uh, I only, you-”

“Hmm?” The Doctor’s voice was dipped in and oozing with sleep, eyes still barely open.

“All that’s left is between your legs.” Yaz’s eyes screwed shut and her teeth ground together.

“You’ve already done between of my le-” The Doctor stopped her uncoordinated gestures to her legs once she saw Yaz’s face, “Oh.” She reached for the rag and made quick work of washing the rest of herself while Yaz made herself busy by fetching a few towels.

Once she was finished she let the rag fall back to the tub with a wet plop and Yaz was back at her side. She reached her hand up towards her. “A lil’ help?”

Yaz wrapped her fingers around the Doctor’s wrist in a secure grip before pulling her up slowly, her skin shaded pink from the heat. Water dripped down from her skin and made its presence known by the sound of drops on water.

The Doctor quickly leaned down to unplug the drain, watching shortly as the water began to swirl away. Once she was satisfied with the sight she turned back to Yaz, who had been holding out a towel for her.

After helping her get out and dry off she curled her arms beneath the Doctor’s neck and knees and lifted until she was being carried nestled into Yaz’s chest. She fell asleep there.

#thasmin #thirteen x yaz #my writing #yes yee #thasmin fic #fic

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phcking-detective · 5 years ago

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so since First Blood is finally Complete on AO3, here's a list of non-spoiler Shenanigans the dumb angery bois get up to for anyone who missed out

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Gavin acts like a sleazy corrupt detective to get some info and Nines is :eyes: is that hot tho?? It might be hot. Must investigate further

He "investigates" by taking like, twenty pictures of Gavin's face while they're joking around in the car and he draws little blushy squiggly lines on his cheeks and stars around his head

He also has some pictures of Gavin holding his rolled up shirt in his mouth, nipples hard and on display, jeans unzipped

For investigating

The Bois have a homoerotic pillow fight

Gavin tries to smother Nines bc he forgot androids don't breathe lmao

He ends up sitting in Nines's lap and being Real Gay

Tina: right in front of my salad??

Nines can't sleep, so he goes in Gavin's room and they Overshare with each other

Also they make rules about what it means to be partners and how to be good and respect each other!!

Heterosexual couples could NEVER

Gavin ends up in the hospital for a hot second, and Nines picks him up and brings him food and is his friend

That's v scary to Gavin what the FUCK is a friendship hello???

He's still gonna eat the chicken sandwich tho

Also Nines takes him home and feeds a ravioli into his mouth while he's asleep to see if he'll eat it and then uploads the footage to his blog

Human Male (36) Consumes Unknown Food Substance While In REM Sleep

Gavin has a nightmare and self-harm spiral, which he copes with by doing a scene with Nines

Don't do this shit, go to therapy

On the other hand, sex with a safe, competent, attentive partner is better than hurting yourself, probably

Nines also has a mini existential crisis bc he [likes??] Gavin and also touching Gavin

can someone PLEASE define sexual attraction for this poor android

Gavin is a mouthy sub and calls him a sentient fax machine lol

Nines watches Gavin work out at the gym and gathers more evidence to support his earlier conclusion that the human might be "hot"

Evidence = looking at his nipples

Also analyzing his sweat

They spar together and that's Very hot

Then Gavin also fist fights some asshole gym bros

And Nines rubs his fingers over Gavin's bloody knuckles, then licks them clean and experiences one (1) Sexual Arousal

Nines interviews a cat

Not an android cat or anything, just a regular fat fucking house cat

His name is Sausage, and he eats Nines's suspect photos, and he is not sorry

Nines does ID a suspect from this very important interview

Connor is a case-stealing little bitch

Gavin and Nines hold hands to keep each other from murdering him

It's the Cain Instinct

Nines copes with the case not going well by doing a scene with Gavin

Seriously don't do this shit, GO TO THERAPY

There's shaving, mild knifeplay, and orgasm denial

Gavin and Nines get tortured together >:3

You know what they say, partners who get tortured together stay together

They escape and Gavin is very high on morphine and Nines eats a rock

Lieutenant Hank Anderson, DPD's youngest police lieutenant, is also there too and so sexy and Gavin gets to meet him, WOW!!

Gavin is very very high

Gavin and Nines make sweet tender love to each other with lots of eye contact

also Nines realizes he feels [safe] with Gavin and gets a hot cup of thirium for all the whump he went through

Gavin gets dicked down good and considers that even

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First Blood on AO3

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gra-sonas · 5 years ago

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The Kissing Booth | Malex [R]

This is a happy Malex highschool AU. There are no hammers or homophobic dads in this one, just two boys kissing for the first time (and then some). I may have borrowed a few lines of dialogue from 1x06, just not quite in the way you’d expect.

Author’s note I: Eternal thanks to @Insidious-Intent for the quick beta, you rock!

Author’s note II: This fic is rated R for a reason, Alex and Michael are both 17 (i.e. at the age of consent in New Mexico, and holy shit, do they both consent).

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This is for all my lovelies who had a rough night. ♥

･ﾟ✧

“Oh my god, Michael, what are you even wearing?”

Isobel is standing in front of Michael, arms akimbo and fury emanating from her every pore.

Michael looks down at himself.

“That’s my best flannel, Iz. There’s only one little stain on it that just won’t come out. These laundromat washing machines don’t do well with motor oil. But you can’t really see it when I’m in the booth.”

Michael is embarrassed. She knows that his budget doesn’t allow for him to buy fancy clothes, why is she so mad at him? Isobel closes her eyes for a second and takes a deep, steadying breath.

“I didn’t even notice the stain. But your shirt is missing buttons, Michael. Pretty much every button to be precise. And you’re not wearing a shirt underneath. I can almost see your belly button!”

Michael snickers, he’s quick to school his face into a mask of friendly indifference though. Iz doesn’t handle well being laughed at.

“I know, the one near my belly button came off when I put the shirt on this morning. I didn’t have time to fix it. And I didn’t have a clean shirt either. Sorry, Iz.”

Her face does a complicated thing where she looks furious one moment, then like she pities him the next (which he hates, he doesn’t want or need anyone’s pity, least of all hers), and then it’s back to her determined ‘I get shit done’ face. Michael almost gets whiplash from looking at her going through all these expressions.

“OK, I’m going to find a shirt for you, you cannot run the kissing booth with half your shirt off.”

“But why not, Iz? Don’t you think my sweaty, almost shirtless torso is gonna bring all the people to the yard?”

Isobel crunches her face in disgust.

“Ew, Michael. This is a school Carnival in case you forgot. Keep it PG and don’t be gross.”

“Gross is my middle name,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing, Iz, nothing.”

She looks around and spots a dark clad student with spiked hair walking up the steps to the school’s main entrance.

“Hey, you!”

The guy stops and turns around.

It’s Alex Manes, local emo/goth/whatever and avid skateboarder. He’s also the guy Michael’s had his bisexual awakening over. They’d been paired for a project in their computer science class last fall and Michael had liked spending time with Alex. A lot. They even got an A for their essay, thanks to Alex being an actual wizard when he had a keyboard in front of him. Michael is still in awe of Alex’s coding skills.

He’s also still hopelessly in crush with Alex. The dark eyeliner, the hair, the bling, not to forget the sinfully tight skinny jeans that do wonders to show off Alex’s strong legs and amazing ass. Yeah, ever since Michael realized that he’s also into dicks, Alex has played a vivid role in most of Michael’s fantasies, sexual and non-sexual. Not that he ever did anything about it though.

He knows Alex is gay, not a day's going by without Valenti and his ilk bullying Alex in some way because of it, but Michael’s been careful not to get any ideas. Alex might be gay, that doesn’t mean he’d necessarily be attracted to someone like Michael. He’s not exactly a catch with his big nose, unruly hair and hand-me-down clothes.

Michael’s trying to play it cool when Alex walks the steps back down and comes over to where they are standing in front of the Kissing Booth.

“You yelled, Miss Evans?”

Michael admires Alex for having the balls to address Isobel with a voice that’s dripping with sarcasm. She doesn’t seem affected by Alex’s somewhat insolent reply though.

“Do you have an extra shirt?”

Michael is stunned, apparently Iz is willing to let Alex’s behavior slide, if only she gets a shirt for him out of it. She must be really desperate to cover his chest.

“I do.”

Michael feels his face heat up. Any second now Iz is going to explode and yell at Alex. And he’ll associate Michael with the incident and never look at him again. Great.

To his surprise, Isobel’s voice is especially sweet when she speaks again.

“I’m sorry, I should explain why I asked you about the shirt. You see, Michael here is going to run the kissing booth at the Carnival today, and look at his flannel. It’s missing a number of buttons. You can almost see his belly button!”

Faster than Michael has any chance to react, Iz pulls his flannel apart to show the expanse of his naked chest to Alex, who looks rather flabbergasted. Then his eyebrows draw together in a thoughtful frown.

“Wouldn’t that be a selling point though? I’m pretty sure most of the girls lining up to kiss Guerin will be more than happy to get an eyeful of that.”

He gestures at the general direction of Michael’s left nipple. Which hardens immediately. Fuck his life, Michael is not sure whether to laugh or cry. He goes for flirty sarcasm instead. If he’s going to die of embarrassment today, he’s gonna go out with a bang.

“Why just girls, Manes? I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy, don’t you think my manly chest could be of interest to anyone else?”

Alex’s eyes are wide, looking at Michael, but he snorts.

“I don’t see a single chest hair growing on that manly chest of yours.”

Iz waves her hand in front of Alex’s face.

“Sorry to interrupt your banter, but I have other things to take care of. Shirt?”

She holds up her flat hand and for a change, Alex complies. He takes off his backpack, opens it and pulls out a black shirt. The cover of Depeche Mode’s Music for the Masses album is printed on the front.

“It’s a bit frail around the collar, hope your manly chest won’t catch a cold through the holes. I want this back by the way, no need to wash it. I’ll do that myself.”

With that Alex hands the shirt over to Michael, zips his backpack, then turns around and leaves.

Michael is stunned. He clutches the shirt to his chest as if to comfort himself.

Iz puts a hand on his chin and turns his head around to look at him.

“Are you freaking out because you just outed yourself to the local gay guy?”

“What? No, of course not. It’s not a secret. I mean, I’ve never told anyone except you, but I’m not ashamed of it. I’m still stunned that you forced him to hand over a spare shirt so I won’t be such a kissing magnet.”

He yelps when Isobel’s fist makes contact with his bicep.

“Go into the booth and put the shirt on, wear the flannel over it, don’t make a scandal. This is all for a good cause and I don’t want to hear any complaints about your behavior. There are wet wipes in the booth, use them between kisses, there’s also mouth wash, use that too. I’ll come by in about two hours and I swear to god, your chest will never get a chance to grow a single hair, if you don’t behave. Understood?”

Michael nods. Isobel turns on her heel and heads over to the area where Max supervises the setup of a huge bouncy castle that looks like a flying saucer. Being as alien as possible in plain sight is Isobel’s thing, but then Roswell is the perfect town to host an alien themed Carnival.

Michael enters the kissing booth, unbuttons the remaining buttons of his favorite flannel and picks up Alex’s shirt. No one’s around, so he allows himself to hold it close to his nose and sniff. The shirt is freshly laundered, but it still smells like Alex somehow. It’s comforting.

Michael’s overcome with sudden longing, and he keeps breathing in the soothing scent for another moment. When he hears a noise from outside the booth, he quickly pulls the shirt over his head and exits the booth while he puts the flannel back on. He doesn’t bother with the buttons though.

･ﾟ✧

Three hours into the Carnival, Michael is tired. He’s chewed through a pack of gum, the first bottle of mouthwash is almost empty, and the trash can is filled with used wet wipes.

He’d thought kissing so many people in one day would be fun, but it’s not.

The number of people with bad breath is staggering (smokers being the worst), and more than one girl has tried to slip him their tongue. Michael loves kissing, but as it turns out, he has to like the person he kisses, or else it’s a somewhat boring and at times humiliating task.

Iz has allowed him to take a ten-minute break every hour and he’s relieved when the line in front of the booth dwindles down. Time to take his break. He’s about to close the window, when he sees Alex Manes approaching. It feels like his heart is doing a somersault in his chest.

Alex stops in front of the booth. He seems nervous, and he takes a deep breath before he speaks.

“Hey. Can we talk?”

Michael’s hands are sweaty and cold all of a sudden.

“Uh, yeah, I guess?”

Alex leans closer to the open window, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Somewhere private, maybe?”

Michael nods and tilts his chin to indicate that Alex should come around to the door on the back of the booth. As soon as Alex is out of sight, Michael closes the window and turns the sign that will inform people he’s on a break. It’s red with a green flying saucer depicted in the middle, and it reads I’ve been abducted, BACK IN 10.

Michael also closes the flimsy curtain to keep prying eyes from looking inside the booth before he opens the door.

Alex is fiddling with the hem of his black Danger! At the Picture Show shirt. When Michael tries to run his hand through his curls, he realizes he’s still wearing the green visor Isobel made him wear. The sticker on the bill depicts a little green Martian with pursed lips that says “Kiss me, I’m an alien". Michael takes the visor off and lets it dangle from one finger.

Alex enters the booth and closes the door behind him. All of a sudden, it’s dim inside, the only light coming from three strings of fairy lights Isobel put up to imitate starlight. Pictures of UFOs and cartoon aliens are lining the walls, some of them are even kissing. A UFO made from papier-mâché is hanging from the ceiling, the WE COME IN PEACE lettering sparkling in green glitter.

Michael looks at Alex with wide eyes. He has no idea what Alex wants.

“Okay, talk?”

Michael feels like he’s about to vibrate out of his skin when Alex keeps quiet for what feels like at least another minute. All of a sudden Alex surges forward and puts his hands on the lapels of Michael’s flannel. He stumbles back until he hits the wall. Alex comes after him, taking small steps, then he pulls Michael closer ever so slowly. When Michael doesn’t give any indication of being afraid or wanting an out, Alex closes the final gap between them and kisses the living daylights out of him.

Michael is shell-shocked for all but two seconds before he also dives in and kisses back with everything he has, the visor dropping to the floor from his hands before he clings to Alex’s shirt.

When Alex pulls back eventually, Michael leans forward and tries to chase his lips. He lands one more peck before he opens his eyes and looks at Alex who’s taken a step back. His face is flushed and his eyes are so wide, Michael’s afraid they might pop out of his head any second. Michael wants to kiss the deer-in-the-headlights panic from Alex’s face, but he’s afraid that Alex might bolt when he follows that urge.

He’s careful to slow his motions when he reaches out for Alex and cups his face in his hands.

“Hey, you ok?”

Alex blinks.

“I’m not sure. I kissed you. And I didn’t even pay for the kiss. Isobel’s gonna kill me.”

Michael smiles at him.

“Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that? How often I dreamed about it?”

Alex looks stunned.

“You did? I never thought I’d have a shot with you, but then you said you’re also into guys earlier and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then I thought about all those times we talked when we were working on that project and I - I thought maybe... I’ve been debating whether I should line up and kiss you for the good cause, but then I didn’t want our first and maybe only kiss witnessed by half the school.”

Michael’s smile grows and his eyes light up.

“Our first kiss? So there will be more?”

Alex looks into his eyes and carefully inches closer until their chests are almost touching.

“Would that be a bad idea?”

Michael shakes his head, his curls flying in every direction.

“It’s the best idea you’ve had so far, other than making the first move. You have no idea how glad I am you did th... mmmffff.”

Alex effectively shuts him up by kissing him again.

He’s not shy about it either. The kiss gets more intense and almost filthy with a twist of Alex’s tongue that makes Michael moan. He’s never been kissed like that. Alex is claiming him, and Michael is one hundred percent on board with the idea.

When Alex cups Michael’s face and lets his hands wander to the back of his head to bury them in the long strands of his curls, Michael almost sobs with how good it feels. To be held like this. When Alex slightly pulls Michael’s hair a moment later, it goes straight to his cock.

He’d been getting harder with every swipe of Alex’s tongue, but the hair-pulling triggers his cock to full hardness. Alex somehow seems to realize what he’s done, because he’s letting go of Michael’s head by dropping his right hand, which causes Michael to make a protesting sound that almost immediately turns into a whimper when Alex uses his hand to cup Michael’s dick.

Michael cants his hips forward in an effort to get more pressure, and Alex, bless him, starts rubbing and squeezing his dick through the denim of his faded jeans. The friction is delicious but not near enough. If Michael had any control left over his limbs, he’d try to open his fly, but he’s clinging to Alex with both hands fisted in his shirt, holding on for dear life. If he lets go of Alex now, he might just drop to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

When he realizes that somehow Alex managed to open his fly with one hand, his knees almost give out under him. Alex fumbles with the waistband of his boxers for a second, but then his hand is finding its way inside and Michael hisses when Alex’s long, guitar-calloused fingers wrap around his cock and apply the perfect amount of pressure and friction. It only takes a few pulls of Alex’s hand until Michael comes, helplessly gasping into Alex’s mouth while the ripples of the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced run through his body.

He’s afraid he won’t be able to keep himself up any longer, but Alex is holding him through the full-body-shudders, whispering sweet nothings into Michael’s ear. He feels like a hot air balloon, ready to fly away with just a gust of wind, but Alex won’t let him. He’s holding Michael, grounding him, and slowly caressing him back to coherence.

He’s not sure if he should be embarrassed that he came all over Alex’s hand or what to do next. But apparently Alex is not only a coding wizard, he’s also a sex wizard who slowly coaxes Michael backwards until his knees hit the seat of the nearby chair. Alex helps him lower down until he sits after he’s pulled his hand out of Michael’s pants.

Alex looks around and notices the wet wipes. He picks them up and cleans his hand, then he kneels down in front of Michael and pulls down the waistband of his boxers. He dabs the remaining spots of come away, but instead of letting the waistband snap back against Michael’s stomach, Alex bends forward and places a soft kiss just slightly left of Michael’s happy trail, then another one a little lower, then another one on the smooth foreskin of his spent cock.

Michael is overcome with a wave of affection that makes his heart squeeze in his chest.

He buries his hands in the spiky strands of Alex’s hair and strokes against the grain. Alex makes a sound that sounds an awful lot like a purr. Michael files the information away for later. Because there has to be a later, a later where they are alone, where they have time to explore. And a horizontal surface to lie down.

Michael’s voice is raspy when he tries to speak again.

“This was... uhm, yeah.”

Alex looks up at him. His eyeliner is slightly smudged, and his pupils are blown. He smiles.

“Yeah, pretty damn uhm.”

Michael chuckles. Then he remembers that he has no idea whether Alex came. How very rude of him.

“Oh shit, you’ve been doing all the work here and gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life, and I - so um, should I now or...?”

Alex smiles and shakes his head.

“You don’t need to worry, Guerin. You did plenty. Seeing you like this, knowing that it was me who did this to you got me off just fine. I might have to use another of these wet wipes though, nothing worse than come drying in your underwear.”

Michael bursts out laughing. This whole situation is absolutely amazing and utterly ridiculous in equal measure. He wouldn’t want to change anything about it though. Apart from shutting down this damn kissing booth and taking off with Alex. Even the thought of kissing anyone but Alex after what just happened makes his skin crawl.

“You know what? Why don’t you clean up while I fire off a text to tell Iz I caught herpes from someone’s kiss. I’ll let her know that I found someone who offered to take me to the nurse’s office. Max is scheduled to take over the booth in an hour anyway. I doubt anyone will notice it’ll be closed for an hour because it’s lunch time.”

Alex nods along to Michael’s word vomit. He grabs the packet of wet wipes, unzips his pants and Michael has a hard time not to stare. How Alex will manage to clean up while his very tight jeans are basically glued to his skin is beyond Michael’s comprehension. He doesn’t dwell on the thought though, instead he pulls out his phone and texts Isobel.

He knows she’s going to be mad as hell at him. It’s impossible for him to catch herpes, he’s immune to human diseases (as far as they know), meaning she’ll know he’s bailing, but he doesn’t care.

He’s going to drive himself and Alex out into the desert where they will be alone and can continue where things left off. The makeshift bed in the back of his truck is the perfect playground.

When Alex is done, Michael gets up from the chair, buttons his pants and slowly moves into Alex’s personal space again.

“Ready to go?”

Alex smiles and presses a soft kiss to Michael’s lips.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

FIN

#malex #alex manes #michael guerin #malex fic #rnm fic #roswell new mexico #my fic

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67-chevy-baby · 6 years ago

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Fixer Upper

Pairing - Mechanic!Jensen x Single Mom!Reader

Rating - 18+ Only!!!!

Tags - Angst, Anxiety, Fluff, SMUT (Ummm obviously), broke down car, walking alone on a deserted road, being a single mom, mentions of an ex, mentions of abuse, unprotected sex, slight dom/sub, reader on top, Jensen on top, and I think that’s it, but let me know if I need to add more to the tags.

Word Count - 2.4k

Beta - @winecatsandpizza

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

Written for - Smut Appreciation Day 2018

“Dammit!”

You slammed the driver’s door to your car and kicked it for good measure. A new car was definitely a need, but who could afford one in this economy? Much less a tow truck and a mechanic. To top it all off, your AAA membership you had expired a month ago. Part of you wanted to just set the hunk of metal on fire, but that would make you feel better for all of five minutes before you’d really be shit out of luck.

The afternoon sun reflected off the hood as you reached for the release latch. As soon as you lifted it up, hot grey smoke poured out making you cough.

“Well, that’s just fuckin’ perfect. Icing on the damn cake.”

You put your hands on your hips and turned to look at the long stretch of highway that went in both directions. Not only was your car broke down on the side of the road, but the nearest town was at least twenty minutes in both directions. To make things even more annoying, your phone had died about ten minutes before your car did so it looked like the only thing left to do was to start walking.

Grabbing your keys and purse, you locked the car and started walking along the shoulder of the road. At least it was nice out, not a cloud in the sky and fairly warm. The faint feeling of a summer breeze blew strands of hair out behind you as your car became smaller and smaller in the distance. A fence came into view after about fifteen minutes of walking, and if you were being honest with yourself, it was pretty inviting.

You brushed one of the wooden planks off and plopped down on it with a sigh. Maybe your Mother was right, maybe you should have moved back in with her until you could get back on your feet. But no, you just had to be stubborn and prove to her that you could make it on your own as a single mother. Swallowing your pride wasn’t something that came easily for you. So, you’d do what you always do and find a way to fix whatever was broken.

Just as you were about to get up and start walking again, a red Chevy truck came into view. You had never thought about hitchhiking, but the thought of it driving past seemed worse than the former. Your hands waved to get the driver’s attention, and then gave him room to pull off on the shoulder of the road. What you weren’t expecting was the most gorgeous man you have ever seen get out and approach you.

“Everything okay ma’am?”

Your mind was still reeling in the fact that this man was talking to you when you realized he’d asked you a question.

“Umm yeah, I uh … my car broke down and my phone died so umm … I was just going to walk until I found civilization.”

A look of concern flashed across his face as he looked around.

“How long have you been out here walking? I don’t see a car anywhere.”

You shrugged like it was no big deal and gestured in the direction of your unreliable hunk of metal.

“Cars a ways that way. I’ve been walking maybe twenty minutes? I don’t know. I kinda lost track of time.”

The man shook his head and looked firmly down at you.

“Yeah, I’m not letting a pretty lady walk alone on this stretch of road. At least let me take you and your car back to my shop. You look like you could use a break.”

Did you die and go to Heaven? There is no way that you got this lucky. The one car you see on this deserted road turns out to be a mechanic and he’s this good looking? Yeah, no, things like this didn’t happen to you.

“Thank you, sir. I don’t have much money, but I can give you what I have for gas.”

He shook his head again and opened the passenger side door.

“Please, call me Jensen. I don’t want your money sweetheart. It sounds like you need it more than I do.”

“Thanks, and you can call me Y/N.”

You smiled at him and climbed into the cab of his truck. The ride to your car and back to his shop took less time than you anticipated. You quickly found yourself warming up to Jensen. He radiated kindness and you felt like you’d known him for years. You told him you were a single mother, and how your daughter was staying with your parents until you got yourself moved into your new apartment. Mentions of your ex came up, but you tried to avoid delving too much into your past life with Tanner. He’d been abusive, and you pushed those memories to the back of your mind at all costs.

Jensen pulled his truck into a big open yard and you noticed an arched sign that read Singer’s Auto stood high above the entrance. He lowered your car to the ground and unhooked it from the hitch before leading you inside.

“Can I get you something to drink? I’ve got water, coffee, sweet tea, whiskey, rum, and any type of soda you can imagine.”

For the first time all day, your smile met your eyes. This man was too good to be true. If only you could be in a relationship with something this amazing. Jensen had to be either gay or unavailable because there was no way he was single with a personality like this. Let alone his looks.

“I’d like some sweet tea, please. Thank you so much for doing all this. I’m sure you’ve got a family to get home too, and the last thing you probably wanted to do today was help a hitchhiker and her piece of shit car.”

The confused look he gave you made you instantly regret your words. Here was this man going out of his way to help you, and your brain to mouth filter probably just fucked everything up. You didn’t want him thinking that you didn’t appreciate everything.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jensen. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, but I just have this mindset where I wait for the other shoe to fall. I’ve never really done well in the relationship department, and I’ve always been let down eventually. You’ve only just met me and you don’t need this kind of turmoil. I should probably go. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

It took a moment for Jensen to get his bearings, but once he did you felt his hand gently grab your wrist. He slowly spun you around to face him, and his eyes bore into yours with a fire you hadn’t seen on a man before.

“Whoa, whoa, sweetheart wait a minute. Can’t a guy just help a beautiful lady out without her thinking she’s being a burden? Y/N, listen, I’m not doing this because I feel like I have too. I’m doing this because I want to. There’s just something about you, something that draws me in, and I can’t seem to put a finger on it.”

For a few minutes, you both were silent. Staring into each other’s eyes with such intensity made you want to look away, but something stronger kept your gaze locked onto his. Ever so slowly, Jensen closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you. His kiss ignited a fire in your core that had been dormant for as long as you could remember.

When he pulled away, his pupils were just as lust-blown as your own. Soon you were pushed against the nearest wall, his work uniform becoming disheveled along with your outfit.

“I don’t know what it is Jensen, but I have never wanted someone so much in my life. I only just met you, and the thoughts I’m having scare me, but at the same time it’s thrilling.”

Your hands came to rest on his muscular chest as his hands cupped your face.

“It scares the shit out of me too, Y/N, but I really want this,”

Jensen admitted as he continued to devour your body with his eyes.

“Do you want this as much as I do? If you don’t, we can stop. I’ll fix your car and we can both be on our way. If you’d let me, though, I’d love to show you what it’s like to have a real man, Y/N.”

Instead of answering him, you pressed your lips firmly against his. Immediately his arms traveled down your small frame and came to rest on the back of your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. His clothed erection pressed against your pussy making a small moan escape your mouth.

Jensen began leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He grabbed one of your breasts in each hand and began to massage them gingerly, his thumbs grazing over your nipples making them harden instantly.

“You have entirely too many clothes on Y/N.”

You smirked and stepped away, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. It sent heat straight to your core seeing the effect you had on Jensen. His eyes roamed your body like a starving man, and the arousal in his pants was hard to miss.

“You know, I’m no expert on lovemaking, but I’m pretty sure it’s easier to do when you’re naked, Jensen.”

A low growl escaped his throat as he stalked toward you like he was a predator. He picked you up and flung you over his shoulder making you squeal.

“Jensen! Put me down! Where are we going?!”

“Bedroom.”

The one simple word held many promises as he climbed the stairs with ease. Seconds later you were placed gingerly on the comforter of his bed. He only left you for a moment to turn the light off and shut the door, and then he was on you again. His calloused hands pushed your shirt off your shoulders and slowly pulled it off each of your arms.

Even though he was undressing you agonizingly slow, you relished in the fact that a man was paying this much attention to you. Your ex was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy who was only interested in getting off before going back to his video games. Your mind completely forgot about your ex as soon as Jensen pulled down your bra exposing your breasts, his lips closed over one of your hardened nipples greedily sucking into his mouth.

“Mmmm Jay … Fuck that feels so good”

He moved to the other nipple paying it as much attention before leaving a trail of kisses down to your navel.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N”

Jensen made quick work of the rest of your clothes before taking his off as well. If you thought he was gorgeous with clothes on, he was even more glorious without them. Perfect was the only description appropriate for the man that stood before you.

“C’mere Jensen. I won’t bite.”

You winked at him invitingly, and he let out this full body laugh that was contagious.

“Y/N I don’t know if I believe that.”

He climbed onto the bed and positioned his body over yours before pulling you in for another kiss. His tongue swept your lower lip asking for permission which you granted almost immediately. Your body arched up, his cock hard as a rock pressing against your leg.

“Please … need you.”

Jensen smirked against your pulse point, grinding himself along your slick folds.

“Gonna have to be a little more specific Princess. Where do you need me exactly?”

If you could form a coherent thought you’d make a smartass comment, but right now you barely knew your name. Much less able to speak in full sentences.

“Fuck me, Jay! Wanna feel your cock inside me. Please!”

Jensen lined himself up and slowly thrusted inside you, his cock filling you up inch by inch was almost enough to make you cum right then. It had been a while since you’d been with a man, and he hadn’t prepped you.

“Unnghh fuck … you’re so wet and tight for me, Y/N.”

Your nails dug into his biceps, his forehead resting on yours as you both got used to each other.

“Make love to me, Jay.”

Ever so slowly, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you. His moans were barely heard over your cries of need. The steady rhythm of his cock hitting your sweet spot made the coil in your lower belly tighter and tighter. You wouldn’t last long with him like this, and you wanted desperately to make him cum with you.

“Let me ride you, Jensen.”

The look he gave you was almost primal. In a matter of seconds, he had flipped over onto his back and helped you sink down onto his throbbing length.

“Christ, Y/N, I’m not gonna last like this.”

Using the muscles in your thighs, you rose up off his cock and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Neither will I, Jay. Want you to cum with me.”

His hands held onto your sides as you began to ride him. His hips rose to meet yours, thrusting his cock deeper into your soaked cunt, and pretty soon he was completely in control again. Your cries echoed off the walls as your climax neared.

“J-Jay! I … I’m so close baby! Please … make me cum!”

One of his hands left your side and began rubbing circles around your clit.

“Your wish is my command, Princess.”

Seconds later, he felt your walls tighten around his cock, as you both fell over the edge together. Your chest heaved as you aid beside him on the bed. He covered you up before cradling your face and kissing you sweetly.

Jensen pulled away, his smile met his eyes as he looked at you with nothing but love.

“So, how about some sweet tea?”

#supernatural #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #18+ only!!!!#'pala writes #'pala's masterlist

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butchdaydreams · 6 years ago

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1. How many people have you had sex with?- Exactly one

2. Can you remember the names of everyone you’ve slept with?-Because I have slept with exactly one person, I can very easily remember all of their names :)

3. With whom did you first do the sexytimes? Was it good?- My first time was with my girlfriend at the time and it was just… okay I guess

4. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?- Probably my last time which was an hour and a half long edging session

5. What’s the worst sex you’ve ever had?- Definitely my first time

6. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?- I think I’ve only ever had sex in a bed which is real wild of me I know

7. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?- Probably in the forest while lying in a hammock

8. Have you ever been caught doing the sexytimes?- Yeah, two or three times actually. We were really bad at remembering to lock the door and her roommate would just walk in. By the end of it, she was just completely unfazed

9. If you masturbate, when did you start, and how?- I think I started kinda young, like 8th grade or so but I don’t really remember how, just that it was about the age I remember it

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?- Yeah, once or twice but I always had my laptop open and covers over me so I just pretended like I was doing homework and no questions were ever asked

11. How would you describe your sexuality using only adjectives (describing words–busy, fluffy, squishy, etc.)?- Tacky

12. Have you ever been in a queer relationship?- Just one

13. Have you ever been in a straight relationship?- Oh no

14. How and when did you realize you weren’t straight?- I think it dawned on me in 7th grade when I realized that straight girls aren’t supposed to look at other girls butts, but I didn’t know that being gay was a thing until 10th grade

15. Are you out to everyone you know?- Most everyone at school can tell because I’m a butch and thats pretty obvious, but somehow my parents still dont know

16. Where do you meet queer folks to date? Do you find it difficult?- I live in a small conservative town so it can be pretty hard to find a date. My one girlfriend was a friend of a friend that I met over the summer and she just happened to be one of the few gays in town

17. If your parents know about your sexuality, how did they react?- They don’t and I think they are in denial

18. Does your best friend know about your sexuality? How did they react?- She reacted by ceasing all contact and refusing to look at me to this day despite seeing me around campus sometimes

19. Describe your first queer kiss.- It was after the night of my first date and I was too nervous to kiss her so she had to kiss me, except I was so happy that I couldn’t stop smiling and she ended up kissing my teeth and I completely forgot to kiss her back

20. What’s the queerest shit you’ve ever done?- I’m pretty sure having literal gay sex is probably the gayest thing I’ve done

21. Are you happy with your body?- Now that I can present the way I want I’m very happy with my body

22. What’s the raddest part of your bod, and why?- I love my legs because they are kinda muscular, and my rib area is also really attractive

23. What do you do with your body hair (pubes, underarms, legs, etc.)?- Pretty much nothing, I’m boring and lazy

24. Do you have stretch marks? Where?- I have a lot of stretch marks because of my Elhers-Danlos syndrome, and they are basically everywhere. Tummy, hips, legs, arms, chest, back

25. Describe your nipples in too much detail.- One is an innie and one is an outie which is kinda cool

26. (Vagina-owners) Do you have an “innie” (small, tucked-in inner labia), or an “outie” (more visible/larger inner labia)?- Its asymmetrical so both

27. (Vagina-owners) Is it very obvious when you’re turned on (swelling, wetness etc.)?- Oh yes, I am a literal river when I am turned on

30. (Breast-owners) How does the size of your breasts compare? Is one bigger than the other?- I’m a 34D so I’m not sure what that means in comparison to other people

31. Describe your most unusual/taboo fantasy.- I want to edge and then deny a girl for like 3 days in a row before finally giving her what she wants

32. Do you fantasize more about real situations, or imaginary/impossible ones?- Real ones because I like to believe that its actually a thing that could happen to me while I do it. It makes it seem more like something that could actually be happening in the moment which is what I’m after when I fantasize

33. Who’s the oddest person you’ve fantasized about? Mostly its just faceless, generic people

34. Do you ever find yourself fantasizing absent-mindedly, or is it something you do on purpose?- I do both, sometimes I want to set it up in my mind and other times it just happens

35. Do you always fantasize while you masturbate?- Not always but more often then not I do. I’ve never been a fan of visual porn because it all seems so unrealistic, especially the lesbian stuff, so I just make up what I want in my mind

36. When you fantasize, does it usually lead to masturbation?- No, I like to wind myself up and turn myself on and then deny myself the release. Its a fun game I play with myself

37. Have you ever had sex with someone while fantasizing about someone else?- I have not, when having sex I definitely stay in the moment and don’t fantasize

38. Do you have any celebrity crushes that you fantasize about?- I’ve never been one for celebrities

39. Have you ever fantasized about something by accident, and felt weird about it after?- I don’t think so, I’ve never really felt bad about a fantasy

40. Describe your most sexy fantasy.- I’ll just go with my most common one because thats what I can think of at the moment. It usually starts with us getting back to my room, and as soon as the door closes I flip her around and push her up against it to kiss her, my hands sliding under her shirt to grab at her hips and waist. When my thigh slides between her legs she lets out the smallest sigh and whimper, but she needs more and her hands find their way up my shirt, drawing her nails across my back. At this, one of my hands find my way into her hair and pull her head back so that my mouth can reach her neck. I attack her neck until she gets a little louder with her sighs and whimpers, knowing that she is having a hard time holding them back.

I don’t want her to hold them back, I want to hear every ounce of pleasure I am giving her, so this is when I remove my knee and replace it with my hand. I don’t move it, and she sits for a second motionless before grinding down on my hand, desperate to get some sort of feeling through the fabric of both her underwear and her jeans. She can’t though, and it’s not enough, so she pushes me away for a second and fumbles with the button on her jeans, eventually kicking them to the floor before grabbing by hand and forcing it back between her legs.

I want her to want me. I want her to want me and beg for me so I tease her. I keep my movements soft and light over the fabric of her underwear. I relish in the feeling of how wet she is for me and only me. I relish in the sound of her light whining because she wants more, so much more, but I just want to remember the moment and make it last and draw out every feeling of desire and pleasure she is having so that she can feel good for as long as possible. But I am nice too, and I can tell she needs more and she can’t take take this much longer so I move the fabric of her underwear to the side…

And thats all I will give you of that fantasy unless you ask for more :)

41. How do you feel about BDSM?- I’m okay with some things but I’m also very mild mannered to begin with so some like violent things are a pass for me

42. What’s your most unusual kink?- I really……. really like edging and denial

43. In an SM context, do you prefer giving pain, or receiving it?- Probably receiving because again, I am a mild person

44. Do you consider yourself to be dominant, submissive, both, or neither?- Even though I am mild and both dominant and submissive, I tend to lean to the dominant side

45. Describe your most recent bondage experience.- I’ve never actually had one

46. In a BDSM context, have you ever referred to anyone as “daddy,” “mommy,” or any similar term?- I also haven’t done this

47. Do you have a kink for any bodily fluids (pee, saliva, blood, tears, cum, etc.)?- I don’t mind most bodily fluids except saliva makes me queasy, and I wouldn’t ask for any of these things but I’m okay with them if thats what my partner wants

48. Have you ever revealed a kink to someone and had them react negatively?- Most of what I want stays locked in my head :)

49. Do you have any kinks that you’re ashamed of?- I’m not ashamed, I just had no need to tell anyone

50. How much money have you spent on equipment for your kinks (toys, whips, chains, etc.)?- I’ve yet to spend any money on anything, I’m more of a use what I have or use my hands kind of person

51. (Vagina-owners) Do you ever squirt when you come?- I have not

52. Have you ever come solely from penetration (anal or vaginal)?- I haven’t, but if I get really close by other means and then switch to penetration I can do it

53. Can you have an orgasm without your genitals being touched?- I’ve never tried so I don’t really know

54. Describe how you like your genitals to be touched.- I prefer to touch other people but when I am touched I like to be touched with hands rather than toys because it feels more personal to me and its easier to hit my spots with fingers than with toys

55. How sensitive are your nipples? Does nipple play turn you on?- They are actually kinda not sensitive at all so nothing in that area particularly turns me on

56. Do you find it easier to orgasm with another person, or through masturbation?- Masturbation is easier but another person feels sooo much better when I get there

57. Have you ever had an orgasm that you weren’t expecting?- There were a couple where she was trying to edge me and then didn’t stop when I said stop

58. Do you get off easier from rough contact, or gentle?- I do best when it starts out rough and then move to gentle, slow, very light contact

59. What’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had?- The one after an hour and a half of edging, that was a good experience

60. Did it take you a while to have your first orgasm, or were you an early starter?- The first one I had was the first time I tried which is probably why I got hooked

61. Do you enjoy giving oral sex? Why?- I never have but it seems like something I want to do, just the idea of giving a girl pleasure in any way turns me on

62-67. N/A

68. How sensitive is your mouth? Is it an erogenous zone, for you?- My mouth is pretty sensitive but only my lips and nothing inside my mouth

69. Do you like 69ing?- I never have

70. Can you deep-throat?- I cant even brush my back molars without gagging

71-90. N/A

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cannibaldad · 7 years ago

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the longest year; a fic about gay old men trying to get over the worst rough patch in history

hey here’s a fic inspired by zebrafeets’s lovely art here!! i absolutely could not get these drawings out of my head and so i wrote this and cried a little mood music here

gabriel was never good at vocalizing his affection, at talking about anything going on in his head. he was good at acting. every move measured, until his temper got the best of him. but nothing gabriel ever did was an accident. the only thing about him that he couldn’t control was how he felt. who he loved. and gabriel loved desperately, fiercely. he would have given his life for jack, for jesse. he would have broken bones for them. he took pleasure in killing for them. even after his death, gabriel was deliberate in his actions. he told them he was a ghost, unable to leave this world without them. without taking them with him. every touch was measured, calculated, at first to hurt, and then to adore. there was never a day, or an hour, or a minute, where reaper stopped loving them. everything remained as it always was; he would do anything, kill anything, become anything. for jack. for jesse. no one could touch them except him. and every touch was measured. every touch continues to be measured. everything an act of repentance. sin needs penance, and gabriel was the biggest sinner among them. gabriel was never catholic, his gods were kept secret and close, but he cannot help but think of every caress, every brush of fingers against arms or waists or necks, as another bead on the rosary. an apology every time his fingers, clawed and scarred and black, slide their way through jesse’s, gun-calloused and warm and tan. an oath of devotion every time his arms, strong as they always were, skin dull with decay, wrap around jack’s body. jesse links their fingers, squeezes. jack places his hands over gabriel’s, locks him in place. forgiveness.

gabriel traces his fingers over every scar on their bodies. the ones he caused. the ones he did not. he loses track of which are which, and thinks it’s better that way. in return, he offers them his body like a sacrifice. puts himself on display, because he owes it to them not to hide. he lets them see when parts of his skin dissolve, lets them touch the autopsy scar blossomed across his chest, lets them breathe in his smoke. jack says it’s petrichor. jesse says it’s gravedirt. but they allow it in all the same, lick it from his skin, drink it from his mouth. anything they want, gabriel will give them. he does not say it with words, that has never been the sort of man he is. he says it with touch. it’s what he’s saying when he straddles jack’s hips, lets him reach up, run the backs of his fingers along his ribs, twist the gold ring through his nipple, drop down to stroke the broad expanse of his back, the dip at the bottom of his spine. it’s familiar, the way he touches gabriel, like his body is an instrument he’s remembering how to play. it’s familiar, and then it isn’t. jack stops, swallows, and then those hands tense, hold him in place. gabriel’s chest aches. i’m not going anywhere. i’m not going anywhere, jack. that, he does say out loud. gabriel’s not going anywhere. he always belonged at their sides. he should never have strayed. for decades they have been his anchors. he’s not sure how he ever forgot. there was so much ugliness for so long, but they were there, like a lighthouse, and he just refused to reach harbor. he should have come home sooner. he’s home and he’s not going anywhere. he reminds them, as with most things, through touch. no matter where they are. tentatively, he brushes against jack’s gloved hand, hooks a finger around his, to draw him closer. jack accepts. the sharp metal of his gauntlets do not deter him. he wants reaper at his side as much as he always has. gabriel runs the backs of his fingers against jesse’s neck, watches his head tilt, his shoulders relax. the cold metal raises goosebumps on his skin. jesse raises his own metal hand, lays it on top of his, squeezes. he wants gabriel at his side, not at his back. so much of gabriel’s life has revolved around control. tension corded in every muscle, the need for it bleeding into his words, his actions, his decisions. reaper is old, and he’s getting tired, and he still has so much lost time to make up for. so he gives them control. he lies bare underneath jack, long black hair splayed out on the pillow beneath him, curling at the ends like smoke. jack is fully dressed, the leather of his jacket creaking with the bedsprings as he tightens his hands around gabriel’s wrists. gabriel tells him he loves him in the way he arches his body towards his. without words. there can be no forgiveness without trust. gabriel refused to grovel, beg them for it - it would be so unlike him. it would be meaningless. he makes a thousand little sacrifices for them instead, though he always made a terrible martyr. he doesn’t like sharing, but he makes exceptions. he gives jesse the cigarette he’s halfway through smoking, and their hands brush when he takes it. jesse looks at him, in that way that seems as though he’s staring right through him, a thousand miles behind him. and then he places the cigarette between his lips, and sets his hand on gabriel’s thigh. strokes his thumb over the muscle, gives it a squeeze. lets his fingers brush along the dark scars crossing the skin. shows gabriel he understands. there are plenty of things that gabriel regrets. they were all so busy, so absorbed in their work, in the war, in the threat of another war, for so long. he doesn’t regret being diligent. what he regrets is not taking time when he could. not lying in bed for five more minutes each morning. he wishes he had. it feels like such a trite thing to say, so gabriel doesn’t. he speaks with actions. he takes every opportunity to touch, to hold, was always so tactile with them but there’s something different about it, now. he is the last to get out of bed in the mornings. his hands find theirs under the sheets. he holds jack’s hand in both of his own, keeps it close, runs the tips of his claws down, over the broad expanse of his shoulder, the curve of his bicep, through the fine hair on his forearm, along the soft skin of jack’s wrist. jack slips his fingers in between gabriel’s. squeezes. lays beside him as they listen to jesse’s soft snoring. after five minutes, ten minutes, an hour - it doesn’t matter anymore - jack lets go, slowly, reluctantly. sits up and busies his hands with attaching his prosthetic legs instead. gabriel rolls over, strokes through jesse’s unruly hair, brushes his thumb over the high arch of his cheekbone, wakes him slowly. takes his time. nothing is accidental. when gabriel does something, it is because he means it. every pull of a trigger, every surrender. deliberate. he holds no loyalty, anymore. not to what’s left of overwatch. not to talon. perhaps he never had. he is loyal to jack, to jesse, to their house and to their bed. he is loyal to the sacrament he forms each time jack takes his hands in his own, every time jesse wraps his arms around his waist. he is loyal to the silent promises he makes, each time they let their skin touch his own, and pay no mind to the pallor of death that lingers there. everything is as it always was. reaper is gabriel is reaper. his heart is bound to theirs. he is a ghost. with every touch, he keeps himself grounded.

#mcreaper76 #mcreyes #reaper76 #uh im gay hi

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artificialqueens · 7 years ago

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The Devil Named Sharon Chapter 3 {shalaska} - imafuckinglibra

Greetings humans. I forgot to mention the previous chapter was part 2 so woops, I’m only … well I’m not human but even the undead makes mistakes lets leave it at that. This chapter is basically just smut. Pure let me fuck my frustrations out by using you smut. Sorry. It wasn’t originally but according to an anon I cut you gays short last chapter so hope this makes up for it. K bye.

“I love my job…“

As soon as the words left her lips Sharon gave her ass a forceful smack and let go of the nipple in her mouth with a soft pop.

“What part of. Shut. The fuck. Up. Did you. Not. Understand?” She asked in a low voice drawing the question out by placing a small bite on her chest between each part. Leaving a trail of dark lipstick smudges from one nipple to the other.

She looked up at the blonde to look her in the eyes, cocking a brow in question as she barely let her tongue flick over the very tip of the bud.

Alaska made a closing zipper motion across her lips which made Sharon smile at how idiotic it was, a smile which Alaska hadn’t seen up until then and it quite frankly made her feel like a 13 year old girl getting butterflies from looking at her crush.

It could also have been because Sharon was being an enourmous tease and slowly pulling with her teeth on her nipple but who could tell.

All her mind could focus on was the amazing mixture of pain and pleasure washing over her body as Sharon gently licked around her nipple between bites while her long black nails dug into the soft flesh of her ass. Through it all their eyes staying locked onto one another as if Sharon was testing her ability to follow orders.

One of Sharon’s hands let go of her cheek and scratched at her thigh as it made it’s way round to her taught stomach, the other hand finding it’s way up to the breast not getting any attention. Her fingers mimicking what her tongue was doing causing Alaska to bite down on her lip, afraid of any sound coutning as a violation of Sharon’s one rule, the older woman noticing the effort and deciding she deserved a reward.

“Now you’re behaving.” She soflty purred sitting back so she could admire her young body again. The hand on Alaska’s abdomen slowly moved down so she could glide two fingers between her puffy pink lips, her fingertips slowly sliding over her clit. Just that simple second of contact making Alaska throw her head back.

“So wet already? Attagirl.” She praised taking her time when she reached her entrance, applying some pressure in small circular motions around the hole but not entering her before pulling her fingers back. Continuing the sliding motion between her lips.

She felt Alaska trying to grind down on her fingers, desperate for any sort of contact but being the tease she was she pulled her hand out from under her, making the younger woman whine in a childish, nasally way.

Sharon quickly silenced her by pushing the two fingers, now slick from Alaska’s wetness, into her mouth.

She grabbed onto Sharon’s wrist with both hands eagerly lapping at the long fingers trying to show off what her tongue could do and clearly succeeding by the impressed and some what proud look on her face.

While she was busy putting on her show Sharon reached over to the bedside table, bringing out an oddly shaped blue object and raising a smug brow at Alaska’s confused staring.

“Vibrator. Oh…“ Alaska thought out loud without meaning to.

"Unless you want to get Freddy Kruegered?” Sharon joked waving her unnecessarily long nails in front of Alaska’s flustered face making the girl giggle as she shook her head.

“Now, be good for me.” She instructed her voice quieter this time. She twisted the blue head a few times looking for the perfect setting, Alaska fully intrigued by this strange, softly humming device.

She’d never really felt the need to get one of her own despite walking in on Willam using one many a time before, I mean not any like this but they all do the same right?

While she was too distracted in her own mind Sharon brought one arm up, holding her in place close to her body as she brushed the tip of the vibrating toy against Alaska’s clit instantly pulling it back again, testing her response.

“Shit!“ Alaska gasped when the strong vibrations hit the senstive bundle of nerves, even just for that split second.

Sharon chuckled under her breath at the reaction, pulling her in tighter to keep her stable when she pressed the toy against her once more but this time holding it there and feeling Alaska’s legs tremble ever so slightly.

She kicked Alaska’s legs open with her knee and slid the head of the vibrator up and down from her clit to her entrance, making sure she was slick all over.

What came over her, she had no idea. Wether it was the strategic way Sharon was using the toy, applying pressure just where she needed it most or just the woman’s mysterious way of putting her under her spell, something was causing the coil in her stomach to tighten dangerously fast.

"Don’t.” Sharon snapped at her and pulling the device off of her when she saw Alaksa’s chest grow red and her breathing becoming strained. “Don’t, Alaska.” Sharon repeated this time pressing the tip very nearly inside her, enough that Alaska felt her hole stretching a little and the strong vibrations till deep in her core.

This teasing or torture, who knows which it was at that point, was repeated a few times. As soon as Sharon noticed Alaska’s breathing change or her legs get shakier she pulled the object away and gave her a smaller and smaller breather before continuing, seeing the struggle grow more intense every time the toy reassumed it’s place either against her clit or deeper and deeper inside her.

Alaska knew restraining herself for much longer would be nearly impossibe, she brought her hands up to lean on the older woman for support, physically and…well, physically.

Her features contorting into a silent scream before she quickly bit down on her lip feeling that coil nearly snapping but managing to centre herself by reminding herself she has to do good for Sharon.

“Sharon…"

"No.” The older woman snapped again, pulling the toy out once more. The whiney begging coming from Alaska’s throat nearly a cry, her eyes even welling up from being rejected her orgasm so many times.

Sharon sighed as she turned the toy off, Alaska unable to read if it was dissapointment or frustration on her face but suddenly feeling very anxious as if she’s let her down some how.

Sharon stood up lifting her easily with the one arm still around her, she turned them around so Alaska could now be the one on the bed. Pushing her forcefully down with one hand while she took hold of Alaska’s scrawny wrist with the other and rested her hand right above her now red and very exposed clit.

“You can play but don’t finish.” Her eyes dark when she gave her order, sending a chill through the young woman’s body.

And with that Sharon walked away to the door between the mirror and the closet, disappearing into the bathroom.

When she came back out naked a few minutes later Alaska was on her back just as she left her except with her knees on her chest giving Sharon a perfect view of her fingers sliding in and out of herself at a steady pace.

“Good girl.” Sharon grinned walking over to the bed, slapping Alaska’s legs down and straddling her face.

Alaska felt her already flustered face grow warmer between the woman’s thick thighs around her head clad in a soft sheer fabric. Sharon had left her garter belt and stockings on but removed every other item of clothing.

She was truly a sight like no other, pale porcelian skin, a small waist, curvy thighs, perky round tits and an ass to die for.

Her hands wandered from Sharon’s hips up to her breasts, carressing each in her hands and feeling just how soft every curve of her body was.

Sharon allowed her hands to wander a second longer but grabbed them, pulling them away surprising the girl.

“No touching.” She growled out yanking Alaska’s hair up so she could position herself perfectly over her salivating mouth.

Alaska opened her mouth so the older woman could lower herself onto her waiting tongue, she wasted no time and began rolling her hips against the girl staring wide eyed up at her.

With her fingers twisted tightly in her hair she was in complete control, using Alaska any way she pleased and knowing the girl was fully under her spell.

“…shit, baby…” She breathed out when Alaska’s tongue starting moving inside of her encouraging her to grind her hips down harder on her warm mouth, trying to get as much pleasure out of her new pet as possible.

She felt the bed shaking underneath them as her hips’ movements became more frantic, the fire in her abdomen growing rapidly.

The view from Alaska’s perspective driving her wild as she tried desperately to squeeze her thighs together, wiggling them around in an attempt to control her arousal at the erotic sight.

Sharon leaning back with her tits bouncing off her heaving chest with every quick thrust, pulling Alaska’s face deep inside her as she rode her faster and faster.

“…oh…fu…” The grip in her hair tightened becoming almost painful as Sharon broke her own rhythm and her body erratically bucked a few times, Alaska feeling the walls around her tongue contracting.

Alaska made quick work of lapping up the warm, sweet liquid coating her tongue and dripping down her chin, smiling up at the panting woman looking down at her…sweetly? Is this how to get the great scary Sharon Needles to be nice to you?

Sharon took her time coming down from her orgasmic high as Alaska gave a few final licks, placing a kiss above her clit with a proud giggle making Sharon roll her eyes.

She never liked her assistants, in fairness she didn’t like most people, but especially not her assistants - worthless idiots. They all seemed to want something from her, using her as if she was just a stepping stone for their pathetic ‘careers’.

They were vain and self obsessed but Alaska was different, she genuinly made an effort to try and improve whenever she was critiqued and she had a drive unlike most. Sharon definitely saw way too many similarities in her from when she was that age.

’And she’s cute, god she’s cute.’ Sharon thought letting go of her head to run her fingers leisurely through the messy hair, looking down into those big bright eyes.

She climbed down from Alaska’s face so she could place a well deserved kiss on those lips that were so addictive. Tasting her own cum on her tongue, making her eager to taste Alaska too.

But not today, the younger woman would have to earn being pleasured. She let go of her lips and gripped Alaska’s face with such strength her nails dug into her cheeks. “Mine. My pet. You do what I say. Understood?”

Alaska nodded too terrified of the older woman to say no, not that she wanted say no even if she gave her a choice. She wanted to be possessed by her.

Something about Sharon made her eager to please her in any way possible even if that meant relinquishing the rights to her body.

Positioning herself against Alaska with their legs tangled over one another she made sure she could still lean forward and kiss her if she desired.

Alaska’s anticipation driving her slowly insane when Sharon finally started rocking her hips. Grinding herself against Alaska causing the girl to throw her head back and grip the pillow behind her when she felt their clits pressing into each other.

“Not until I tell you.” She growled under her breath and twisted her fingers around her neck to silence her when a loud moan erupted from her throat but also as a warning to not disobey.

Alaska’s already strained breathing became more difficult from the pressure around her jugular, squeezing tighter as Sharon’s movements got deeper. Sharon reached around to pick up the vibrator she previously used on the younger woman and with one hand managed to find a setting to her liking once again.

She placed it between them making sure their bodies kept it the right spot, even she now unable to contain her own moaning as the vibrations pressed between them sent waves through them both.

“Please…” Alaska begged.

Sharon leaned forward to rest her head by Alaska’s face and placed soft bites on her jaw to keep her own volume in check, the vibrator firmly held in place between them as they thrusted onto it.

Alaska was too lost in another world, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open gasping for air with all of her senses being too overwhelmed.

“…please…”

The hand on her throat, Sharon’s body tightly on top of her own and the toy buzzing on her clit being pressed harder against her with every move Sharon made, all of it growing too much to bare and becoming clearer in her deseprate cries for release.

“Sharon, please…please…”

As Alaska’s begging continued Sharon bit onto her earlobe, “Cum…cum for me, baby.” She whispered in her ear with her voice raspy and low as her second orgasm overtook her. Biting down hard onto her lip but failing to control her own volume.

Her grip on the girl’s neck growing dangerously tight while her hips frantically bucked against the toy between them, trying to press it as close to herself as possible.

Alaska tried sucking in a deep breath but found it impossible, a hand coming up to grasp Sharon’s wrist as her body convulsed, feeling the delicious pain and pleasure turning into pure ecstacy crashing over her.

Alaska coughed grateful that she could breath again when Sharon removed her hand and the toy between them.

They stayed in each others arms for a few moments, enjoying the high of their orgasms with Sharon between her legs, snuggling up to her with her head on her heaving chest. Gently trailing a finger over the light bruising around her neck from where she squeezed too hard.

Forgetting who they were or where they were Alaska savoured this intimate moment with the older woman.

The tender, affectionate kisses and touches easing her still foggy and honestly semi drunk mind and making her feel, weirdly enough - peaceful.

“Now leave.” Sharon ordered bringing Alaska back down to earth and placing a final soft kiss on her chest before rolling off the bed.

“Wait, what?” Alaska shot up resting on her elbows so she could look at the older woman digging through her enormous closet. “But…”

“Do not disobey or I won’t be so nice to let you finish next time.” Next time… shit she didn’t mean to say that. Alaska didn’t respond though?

She quickly looked up to see the naked girl’s confused expression, the corners of her mouth switching into a proud smirk at the sight of bruises and lipstick smears decorating her body.

“Chad may come back and your roommates will be wondering where you are if you don’t go home. Here.” She sighed, sitting down on the bed and slapping her leg.

Alaska quickly obliged scooting over so she could straddle the thick thighs. “Fine…whatever. You’re the boss lady.”

“That I am.” She added trailing her long nails over Alaska’s swollen bottom lip before leaning in to kiss her again.

“You did good, baby.” She whispered cupping her face with her hands, wiping the tear stains from her cheeks.

“So tiny.” She joked taking the small breasts in her hands and giving them each a squeeze making the younger girl blush.

They sat there for a few minutes longer just making out, neither of them ready for their little rendezvous to end. She wrapped her arms around her delicate frame, pulling her in for a hug with her head resting on the small chest.

“Thank you…” She whispered barely audible and closing her eyes to enjoy the warmth against her and the soothing rhythmic way Alaska’s chest rose and fell. “I needed this.”

Alaska was so surprised by the comment she had no idea how to respond. What did Sharon have to thank her for?

This woman just physically ravished her body, she even had the evidence smeared all over her body and wobbly legs to prove it, yet she was thanking her?

She had to admit though, the intimacy of Sharon clinging tightly onto her was almost better than the sex. Sitting here in her lavish bedroom behind closed doors where they could both escape the harsh outside world make both women feel at ease.

“We made you guys cocoa! Come replenish those sneaky little booties!” They heard Raja yelling outside the door knocking them both out of their trance.

Alaska quickly looked down in fear at Sharon for guidance but the older woman just sighed and stood up, lifting the small blonde in the process.

‘Holy shit, for someone behind a desk all day she’s strong as hell?’ Alaska thought, still surprised by how easily the woman lifted her.

“You’re just the smallest human alive.” Sharon added as if she read her mind. She gave the young girl an apologetic smile and leaned in to kiss her again, drawing it out longer than it needed to be.

In the tight embrace with their lips pressed together Alaska felt like the wife of some sailor in the 40’s kissing her lover goodbye one last time before he went off to the war.

In all fairness it might as well have been just that, after that goodbye Sharon made her get dressed and ushered her out of the building before Jinkx could stop them to call them into the kitchen.

‘Now I’m just some hooker?’ Alaska defeatedly thought on the ride home, partly due to the fact that her drunk brain wanted cocoa. More due to the uneasiness she felt over the way Sharon face looked sombre almost broken when she pushed her out the door.

She went through numerous scenarios in her head that night when she couldn’t sleep over why Sharon would act that way, probably because she’s the actual devil seemed to come up a lot when her mind wandered to the soreness in her lower body.

“Alaska! Here!” Sharon ordered the girl to her office the next day, Alaska being fairly hungover the next morning didn’t even remember how or when she got to work.

After a few cups of coffee she eased out of her zombie state, or so she thought. Maybe thats why Sharon wanted to see her? She screwed up again, didn’t she?

She took a deep breath to calm herself and walked confidently into the office as if she wasn’t slowly losing her shit.

“There’s been a cancellation with one of my meetings, correct?” She asked cocking a brow but not looking up at her. When Alaska confirmed it she stood up, walking past the bewildered girl out into the hall.

“Come along.” She yelled from down the hallway making Alaska nervously sprint after her.

She lead her to the wardrobe department past Raja’s cluttered office and into what seemed like a never ending room filled with accessories, shoes, gowns, hats, suits - basically everything you could ever think of when the word clothes game to mind.

Sharon easily navigated the maze of items and found Bianca hunched over a table with some dress sketches.

She ordered the tan woman to get out, getting some resistance at first but after staring her down she finally left angrily mumbling something to herself. Sharon locked the door behind her and turned in her heels to face Alaska.

“Alright.” She clapped her hands together before pulling out a few clear plastic drawers from from one of the stacked racks.

“Time to fix the issue.” She smirked at the now down right terrified Alaska.

Fix the issue? What issue?

Sharon lifted her hand, Alaska’s eyes darting to the raised open palm. “Is this where you kill me?” Alaska blurted out and caused the hand to stop mid air.

“Not if you’re a good little girl.” She whispered in a sultry voice as her hand gripped Alaska’s throat tightly to remind her who was in charge. “Off. Now.”

“I’m…what?” Alaska stuttered unsure if she should try and run.

“Off.” Sharon repeated hooking her finger into Alaska’s shirt, her sharp nail causing a small rip in the thin fabric.

Alaska quickly obeyed, being both extremely turned on and terrified at the same time. Did her boss really want a quickie right here? At work!?

Sharon sat down to hungrily stare at the young girl undressing, restraining the urge to scold her for doing it so fast but she knew better.

As soon as Alaska was in just her underwear Sharon indicated with a curled finger for her to step closer, seeing Alaska’s anxiety physically build in front of her.

She hooked her fingers into the thin white cotton panties and just as effortlessly as before ripped them in half.

“Disgusting.” She snarled examining the cheap fabric in her hands, noticing a small wet spot that had built up on the crotch.

“Bad girl.” She purred showing it to Alaska before repeating the action with her bra.

She explained why they were there and that her little pet was in desperate need of proper under garments. She let her dig through the drawers of expensive lingerie, picking whatever she liked and had her try each on as she watched.

Shifting slightly in her seat every time she put something on that actually fit and proudly showed it off to the older woman.

It started with a elegant red bra, the bottom being very lacy and hanging a bit over her ribs, patterns trimmed out in a lighter shade of red and a pink bow in the middle decorating it.

The matching bottom half similar in design but more high waisted than Alaska was used to, almost coming up to her navel. She wasn’t going to take it but by the look in Sharon’s eyes she knew she had to.

After about half an hour of going through everything Alaska had a few new sets that satisfied both.

The last pair she decided to just keep on seeing as Sharon had so rudely discarded hers. It was a simple black lace bra with small frills decorating the edges and a matching smaller than average black sheer panty with an almost floral leafy design.

“I have a similar set.” Sharon casually informed her, spreading her long legs to show the black lace peeking out from under her skirt.

Alaska decided to seize the moment, lunging at the older woman before she could cross her legs again.

“No.” Sharon objected when the younger woman came to stand in front of her, keeping her legs open by standing defiantly between them.

Alaska ignored her order despite the harsh tone and the possibility of being punished for it later and spread her legs pushing Sharon’s knees further apart.

“Uh uh.” She shook her head, biting her tongue to hide her smile as her hand found its way under Sharon’s skirt.

Sharon’s annoyed expression dimmed when Alaska’s fingers brushed against her panties.

“No. Not here.” She pulled herself back, grabbing onto Alaska’s petite ass to pull her closer, her actions clearly contradicting her words.

She placed a small kiss on the soft skin of Alaska’s taught stomach, grazing her teeth along the bruise she had left during their torturous foreplay.

“Jinkx and I were invited to a friend of her’s show. She wanted to invite you too…we wanted to invite you.” She added softly against the flesh surprising Alaska. Looking up at the girl for an answer.

“Is this business or pleasure?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah…” Alaska sighed, dropping her head. “I have to support a friend’s thing, I kind of promised I would.”

“Alright then. I’ll find another plus one.” Sharon nonchalantly said standing up and adjusting her clothes, Alaska just staring in confusion gasping like a fish out of water looking for a way to recover. Kicking herself for saying no to this woman when she watched her walk out of the room.

The rest of the day Sharon went back to being her old self and ignoring Alaska. The young woman’s regret for turning her down growing by the hour.

She even stayed much later than normal to try and get back on her good side, clearly a futile attempt as Sharon barely even acknowledged her when she walked past her out the door.

“The things I fucking do for you hoes.” She sighed walking into the small Brooklyn gallery, it was filled with side show inspired gowns and garments. All of them expertly hand stitched and created with the utmost attention to detail.

“Lasky!” Dustin yelled hugging his friend when he heard her behind him. They exchanged some pleasantries and she congratulated him for finally getting to display his work. She even started relaxing and forgetting all about Sharon Needles after her first glass of champagne.

“Wait, let me introduce you the the amazing lady that made this all possible.” He enthusiastically smiled leading her by the arm in the direction of a redhead admiring a gown made of trash bags. Her hair a shade of red that looked eerily familiar.

Oh no. Oh, fucking no.

“Fuck me.” She gasped when the redhead turned to take a drink from a very tall blonde Vampira, a very tall blonde Vampira she knew too all too well. Undeniably confirming Alaska’s fear over who she was.

“Alaska Thunder this is my friend from Seattle and the miracle worker herself Ji…”

“Alaska!” Jinkx threw her arms around the blonde and interrupting her friend when she turned around seeing who he was introducing.

“Hi.” She dropped her head to avoid her baffled boss’s stare.

“Lasky! Dustin!” Courtney yelled in her obnoxiously loud voice. “There you…oh!” She threw her hand over her mouth to hide her snickering when she and Willam spotted who their friends were talking to.

“Oh my fucking god!” Willam next to her burst into laughter at Alaska’s mortified expression. “Well this is awkward…”l

#rpdr fanfiction #the devil named sharon #imafuckinglibra #shalaska #alaska thunderfuck #sharon needles #raja gemini #bianca del rio #willam belli #courtney act #ivy winters #jinkx monsoon #smut #lesbian au #cisgirl au #tw swearing #submission

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jimon + training *bonus* of stuttering jace when simon takes off his shirt.

kelsey babeeeeee here’s a short little thing for you i love you so much

edit i forgot to mention i didn’t just chuck random names into jace’s workout those are real kicks and i paired them in routines i’ve done before on a punching bag, so. yes.

Right. Right, left, right. Right, right, left. Roundhouse, back-spinning, roundhouse.

“Jace!” Simon waves cheerfully as he walks in to the training area and grabs a staff. “Showing that bag who’s boss, I see.”

“Don’t tease him, he’s clearly very focused on his time-consuming fight against the punching bag.” Clary scolds, laughing a little at Jace. Jace grunts and rolls his eyes fondly at them, not breaking his rhythm. Izzy follows them, scrolling through a tablet as she perches on a nearby table and gestures at Simon and Clary.

“Go. Simon needs to work on control and you need to work on speed, so you can help each other.” She instructs, and Clary grabs a staff too as she and Simon begin to circle each other on the mat, in front of Jace and his punching bag.

Right, right, left, left, right. Roundhouse, one-eighty, back-spinning. Roundhouse, roundhouse.

Simon’s moving sinuously across the mat, his movements sure and predatory as he side-steps Clary and darts in for a quick attack. He’s gotten better, Jace thinks vaguely as he half watches Simon and half goes through his own routine, moving automatically through the punches and the kicks, taking time to center the bag when it swings too wildly.

Left, right, left, left. Low roundhouse, roundhouse, high roundhouse. Switch, back-spinning. Right, left, right. Right, left, right.

Jace takes a moment to push his fringe out of his face, sweat soaking the roots of his hair. Simon’s not sweating - the bastard barely does, now that he’s a vampire - and he’s instead grinning crookedly at Clary, who’s frustratedly mopping her forehead and glaring at her staff like that’ll motivate it to move faster.

“Look at his feet, and the shifts. Rely more on sound than on your vision.” Izzy calls out to Clary, and Clary nods, shifting her stance and looking at Simon. Simon tilts his head and glances at Jace, grinning widely when he sees Jace watching.

“Impressed, Wayland?” He calls out to Jace, and Jace groans, shaking his head.

“You wish, Lewis.” He calls back, smirking, and Simon laughs a little before he ducks in to attack Clary again.

Right, roundhouse, right. Front-roundhouse, roundhouse, roundhouse. Right, left, right.

“Ah!” Simon hisses as Clary’s staff snags in his T-shirt and rips it. “Shit.”

“Sorry!” Clary exclaims, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Not sure how that happened.”

“Just take it off.” Izzy says, leering dramatically at Simon, and Simon rolls his eyes as he shucks his shirt, leaving him only in his sweatpants.

Right, right, right, right, right -

Jace can’t take his eyes off of the planes of Simon’s chest, the dip and curve of his collarbone. The little hint of hair that peeks out of Simon’s shirt is thick and dark when fully revealed, tapering quickly into a faint trail that leads past his navel to the black waistband of his boxers, his sweatpants falling just beneath that.

Abs, Jace thinks deliriously, he has a great smile and great abs too. It’s ridiculous. He’s not sure what the two have to do with each other. He tries to focus back on the punching bag -

Left, left, right, left, right, right -

Simon’s back is corded with muscle, rippling and shifting as he moves. He circles back to face Clary again and Jace’s eyes drop to the sharp v of his hipbones, perfect for digging fingertips into -

Right, right, right, roundhouse, right, right -

“Jace? You’re looking a little funny, are you sick?” Simon asks, suddenly drawing closer to Jace, and suddenly miles of tanned skin are in sight, and Jace can’t think at the sight of the way Simon’s torso sways as he walks over -

Right, right, right, roundhouse, back-spinning, Simon’s chest FUCK -

Jace makes a garbled sound as his brain suddenly shuts off and he overbalances on his kick, swinging wildly and falling backwards, his back hitting the ground hard. The sound echoes through the room, pain briefly lancing up his spine as he groans, and Simon’s worried face peers over him as he crouches down next to Jace.

“Jace, what - are you seriously alright, you just - that sounded so painful, wow - “ Simon starts to say, his eyes raking over Jace for injuries, presumably, and suddenly Jace is up close and personal with every inch of Simon’s shirtless body, and his mind decides to shut down for the second time in as many seconds as he curls a hand around Simon’s neck and yanks him down, kissing him full on the mouth.

Simon’s lips are soft and cool over his, a muffled noise of surprise escaping them that Jace swallows down. His hands fall flat on the ground next to Jace, bracketing his head, his elbows caging Jace in. Jace takes the opportunity to get his other hand up, and finally he can drag his fingers across Simon’s chest and thumb over a nipple lightly, scratching his nails through the coarse hair lower on Simon’s belly and digging them into the v of Simon’s hipbones in the shape of little crescent bruises -

“Not in front of me!” Clary shrieks, slapping a hand across Izzy’s eyes, and Jace and Simon finally break apart and sit up, blinking heavily at each other. “Si, I love you but for the love of God don’t make me witness this in the training room.”

“You and Izzy made out while I was in the elevator with you.” Simon gripes. “I should be able to make out in front of you all I want.” He offers a hand to Jace as he stands up, and Jace accepts it, bemused, as he stares at Simon.

“Best friend bylaws.” Clary says gaily, throwing her staff to the corner of the room. “C’mon, Izzy, lets go be lesbian somewhere where these two aren’t cluttering up the room with their gay.”

“How romantic.” Izzy says dryly, but she lets herself be led out of the room, winking at Jace as she goes. Jace looks at Simon then, his mouth a little dry, his heart doing something funny in his chest.

“You’re hopeless.” Simon says fondly, squeezing Jace’s arm and then tangling their fingers together. “Your heartbeat just skyrocketed when I took my shirt off. I thought you were going to die, briefly.”

“I was, you - you looked - “Jace splutters. Simon’s laughing at him, his free hand covering his mouth as he looks on in delight at Jace’s reddened cheeks. “Stupid.” Jace declares hotly. “So stupid.”

“Sure.” Simon agrees. “You look stupid too, Jace.” He pauses, and then glances slyly at Jace. “Wanna make out a little?”

“Take me on a date first, I’m not easy.” Jace says in a scandalized tone, and Simon visibly startles.

“You want that?” he asks, and Jace squints at him, hoping he’s reading the situation correctly.

“Obviously.” He says slowly. “Do you?” Simon smiles then, soft and private, for just the two of them.

“I am going to woo you so hard.” Simon declares. Jace smiles back at him, strangely giddy, before he frowns.

“First put your shirt back on.” He says, letting go of Simon and crossing his arms. Simon looks down at his bare chest, opens his mouth, looks up at Jace, and then doubles over laughing at the grumpy look on Jace’s face. “I’m serious.” Jace insists, and Simon just laughs harder.

It’s sort of a beautiful sound, though, and Jace admits to himself that he’s stupidly transfixed by Simon Lewis, no matter what he does - even if it’s wheezing ungracefully while pulling on a half-ripped shirt.

#jimon #long post #jace wayland #simon lewis #shadowhunters #i write sometimes

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